Punished

Spike stole a suitcase from some newlyweds outside the motel. He dressed himself and Buffy, who was unconscious. Then he propped her up on his bike and rode back to the mansion.

Inside the mansion, Darla was wearing a black Japanese robe with red dragons on it and directing some fledglings to clean up the damage her fight with Buffy had done. When she saw Spike walk in carrying Buffy she dismissed the fledglings. “Back so soon? Did we tire out the little princess?”

“Where is he?” Spike carried Buffy over to the couch in the study and lay her down.

“He’s not here now. Don’t know when he’ll be back. You know, my blood is purer than his. I was made from the Master. I could fix up your little Slayer for you.” Darla was standing in the doorway watching him closely.

He looked at Buffy. He was worried. If she didn’t get some sire’s blood soon, she might very well remain in a coma forever. He looked back at Darla.

“What do you want, Darla?”

She smiled at him. “Oh, alittle dessert. Please me, and I’ll wake your pet for you.”

Spike grit his teeth and clenched his fists. “Fine,” he ground out.

“This way, lover.” Darla gestured for Spike to follow her upstairs.

She entered the bedroom they had been in before. The sheets were clean now. She took her robe off and lay down on the bed, spreading her legs, exposing her slick opening to him. “Over here, Spike. And you better be a good boy.”

Spike knelt down between her legs, vamping out his face. Her scent was strong and it made his stomach clench because it wasn’t Buffy. But he gave Darla what she wanted. He started at her opening, running little circles around it with his sandpaper tongue. “Mmmm, that’s good,” she purred, watching the top of his blonde head. Spike plunged his tongue into her, making her gasp. Then he fucked her gently moving his tongue in and out of her wet cunt till her hips were matching his thrusts. Darla’s hands went to his head and she pressed his face into her harder, grinding her clit against him. He continued the pace of his tongue until she came with a cry, bucking her hips against his face. “That was good. Now take off your clothes like a good little boy.”

Spike stood up. “Darla, I gave you what you wanted.” He wiped her juices off his face with his hand.

“We aren’t finished yet,” she pouted. “I want more. Don’t you remember all the fun we used to have. You, me, and Angelus. You’re just like him now,” she frowned. “You get that stinking soul and you don’t want to play anymore. You think I can’t smell it on you? You reek of it and of her.” She threw a pillow at him. “Now play, or I’ll let your princess sleep forever,” she demanded.

“Damn you! Where is Angelus? I don’t need you.”

“He went away, and he might not be coming back. So it looks like I’m all you have.” She sang that last part, taunting him.

Spike glared at her and started to remove his clothes.