Trust Games

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just using the characters for my own twisted pleasure

Summary: Basically if you like Spuffy sex and S&M, chances are you might like this. Improper use of handcuffs, candles and fire involved. ;)


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"Do you even like me?"

"Sometimes," she replied in a small voice.

"But you like the things I do to you?"

Silence was his confirmation.

The cuffs dangled from his finger. "Do you trust me?"

"Never," she said, giving him a look that implied she was very game.

He smirked and rose from the floor. He offered her his hand. She ignored it and got up on her own, still holding the rug to her like a blanket. "Bit late for that, luv. But modesty suits you." Spike winked.

With a glare, she let the rug drop. He gave her an appreciative once over, noticing that she had, indeed, located her underwear. She reached over and took the cuffs from him. “If you want trust, you have to show it first,” Buffy challenged.

Spike smiled broadly and laid on the bed. He put his arms out in front of him and she grinned. “You’re really cute sometimes,” was all she said. Before he knew it, she had flipped him onto his stomach and pinned his arms to his lower back. She cuffed his wrists together tightly until he hissed. “Good thing you don’t have to worry about circulation, eh?” As she got off the bed, she patted his ass.

Spike craned his head, trying to look at her. “Uh, this is…..an interesting tactic, luv, but don’t you think this’ll go better if my hands aren’t under me when you’re on top?”

He felt a small hand smash his face into the pillow. “Stop talking,” she said. She kept her hand on the back of his head until she felt him nod. When she let up, he turned his head in her direction, still unable to see her.

He heard her rummaging around through his things. After a few minutes he asked, “Anything I can help you find, pet?”

This time he felt her spread his legs and seize upon his balls, digging her nails in deep. He hissed and stiffened. “I remember telling you to shut up, yet here you are still talking. You did hear me, didn’t you, Spikey?” He nodded vigorously and finally relaxed when she released her grip.

‘My girl wants to play. I’m game, luv. Let’s see what you got.’ Spike smirked to himself, perfectly willing lay lay the subservient if it kept Buffy in his presence one second longer than usual.

He felt her deposit several items on the bed and then straddle him. He moaned at the feel of her wet, silky panties on his ass. Then he tensed as he heard his lighter catch.

“You once told me I should learn how to use these in foreplay. But I’m kinda the fly by the seat of my pants type girl, so I’m just gonna try and figure it out on my own. That ok with you?” A nervous nod was her only response.

After a moment, the only sounds heard were Spike’s sharp intakes of breath that accompanied each wet splash. Because she was indeed a novice, or perhaps a sadist, Buffy was letting a great amount of wax collect in the candle before letting it spill onto his back, ass and legs. Soon Spike was wriggling a bit in his restraints, doing his best to bite back curses and instructions. But as he heard her giggle after each splash, he was pretty sure she knew exactly what she was doing.

He was able to keep most of his composure until a large dollop landed on the exposed part of his balls. He bucked so hard that Buffy flew to the foot of the bed and he didn’t even attempt to hold his tongue. “FUCK! What FUCKFUCK!?” Buffy lunged at his head and put her forearm across the back of his neck, holding him down as he wriggled. She noticed he was in game face and panting wildly.

“Gee, seems like you broke the rules again,” she said coldly. Spike found her picking a few things off the bed again before loosening her hold on him. “Guess you really want to play rough.” Spike put his face into the pillow and growled. “Yeah, you growl like the animal you are. Wonder what kind of sounds you’ll make when I do this.” Swiftly, almost too deftly, she inserted a slightly lubed slender candle into his ass. He tensed and growled louder, his whole body shaking. Buffy wondered if it was from pleasure or pain.

She slowly moved the candle out, then slowly back in. After a few strokes, Spike’s body relaxed and he was grunting with each thrust. Soon he was pushing back a bit to meet her movements. Buffy giggled. “Wow, Spike’s a bottom. Never woulda thought.”

He turned his head sharply. “I’m not a soddin’ bottom, I just……” He grimaced and put his face into the pillow again, this time growling lowly as he realized his mistake.

Buffy quickly pulled the candle out of him and threw it across the room. “Wow, either you’re a reaaaaaaalllly slow learner, or you’re a masochist. Which one is it, Spikey?”

Spike kept his face buried in the pillow, not wanting to chance a worse punishment, even though part of him really wanted to see her limit.

Buffy deftly flipped him over beneath her and settled herself over his hardness. She slowly rubbed up and down his member, making her already wet underwear a sopping mess. Spike moaned, and his game face slid away as she not-so-dry fucked him.

As she settled all her weight on his groin, he winced from the uncomfortable position of his arms and hands beneath him. She reached up and tore her nails down his chest, from his neck to his navel. Little red welts raised in their trail. Buffy pouted, “No blood. Guess I’m not trying hard enough.” With that, she sunk her nails in below his collar bone, deeper this time. As she pulled down his torso again, Spike closed his eyes and fought to hold his tongue against the pain/pleasure she was creating in his body. His mind was crying out, ‘Buffy, luv, fuck, you’re so good, so hot, so wet, please hurt me, please stop, never stop, GOD, I love you, I love you, my fucking Queen of Pain, too good, too good, can’t take it, want more, you’re mine, always, always, be mine, fuck me, please fuck me, take me, hurt me, make me beg, kill me, stake me, love me. God, just love me Buffy.....’

Before his inner monologue was ended, he felt heat and wetness on his face. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know what she wanted. She was sitting on his face, miraculously underwear-free, and he was going to make her come. He was going to make her come so hard she would have to love him. Love what he did to her, love how he made her quiver.

As he fucked her with his tongue, she slammed down on his face, grateful he didn’t have to breathe. She grabbed the wrought iron headboard and let herself go. She listened to his moaning and slurping. To the low growl that vibrated through his body, and consequently hers. She looked down to see him looking up at her, pure lust in his eyes. When he winked at her, she lost it. She came so hard that her legs jerked closed around his head. Spike momentarily wondered if she was going to snap his neck right then and there. As she slowly came down from her climax, she looked down again to see his head suspended a few inches off the pillow, held up only by her strong thighs. She relaxed her muscles and released him.

She slid down his body, settling against his groin again. He growled louder as there was nothing separating her slick entrance from his cock. If she would only let him in….. Buffy took a moment to look him over. His face was wet with her come. His chest and stomach were red with his own blood. And she could feel how hard he still was.

“Ok, Spike. Time to prove myself right. I think you’re still in love with pain.” She picked up another candle and lit it. She held it upright on his stomach and watched the wax pool around the wick. He watched her eyes, wondering what depths there were to her torturous side. When she looked up at him, she frowned at the love she saw on his face. She shook her head and focused on the candle again. “Now, those are some pretty bad scratches you got there. But I think they’re gonna heal up a little too fast. I wanna see what I can do about that.” With that, she held the candle a few inches above his chest and tipped it until the wax poured out in a stream. She followed the trails of blood with the candle, covering each one with a white lines of wax.

“GAAAAHHHHH!!!!” Spike yelled and bucked again. This time Buffy was ready for it and just rode it, then slammed herself down on his thighs to hold him. Spike sat up almost on reflex since her weight on his lower half was making the pain of his arms nearly unbearable. He was panting and looked her straight in the eyes. In a low voice, he asked, “Can I speak now?”

Buffy smiled and pinched his nose. “Well, since you asked so nicely, Spikey, sure.”

Spike took a deep breath and yelled “FUUUUUUUCK!!” in her face as loudly as he could. He was shaking from head to toe and his jaw was clenched so hard she thought he might break some teeth.

Buffy chuckled a little and looked down at his rock hard erection. She shook her head. “And yet……”

After a moment, Spike calmed himself. He sighed and looked down at his dick. When he looked back up at Buffy, her head was tilted and she looked like she wanted to ask him a question. He answered before she could. “All you, pet. You make me want you no matter what you’re doing. As long as it’s you, I don’t care. Cut me to ribbons, bugger me with a stake, I don’t care. It’s you, Buffy. I love—“ He was cut off by a right cross that laid him back on the bed.

“You’re pathetic. I’m hurting you, you idiot. I’m making you bleed for my own personal pleasure. And still……You really *are* my bitch, aren’t you?”

Spike sat up again. “Always, pet. Love’s bitch. Your bitch. Always yours. Forever.”

Buffy clenched her jaw, then started to smile, something very cold entering her eyes. “Forever’s a long time, Spikey.” She jumped off the bed and started going through some drawers. “I saw something in here that I think belongs to me…….Ah, yeah. Here i.” .” She returned to the bed with a necklace. Dangling from the chain was a big letter ‘B’, two inches high and an inch wide. “Yeah, I think Mr. Sticky Fingers Vamp took this from me. Not that I mind, really. It’s pretty hideous. Got it for Christmas when I was 11 or 12. One of my aunts that I never heard from again thought it would be cute. Huge ass ‘B’. Looks a little pimpy to me, but I’m not gonna wear it anyway.” She crawled back on top of him. She pushed him down on to the pillow again, this time sliding his dick in her very ready pussy. He closed his eyes and moaned and sighed as she ground herself onto him. “Now, since you’re my bitch, I think we should make it official.” His eyes popped open again as he heard his lighter catching once more.

She was dangling the ‘B’ in the flame, letting it sway back and forth through it. Spike frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but he just didn’t know what to say. As the letter glowed orange, Buffy smiled cruelly. “That should do it.” Then she moved the chain over his chest. “Right here, where your dead heart is.” She lowered the letter onto his pectoral and used the bottom of the lighter to push it into his flesh. As his skin seared, Spike gasped in pain. His eyes found hers, and they seemed to be asking ‘why’. Buffy ignored him and lifted the letter in the air. “Well, that’s one.” She then flicked the lighter again and placed the flame under the ‘B’. “Ouchie, my fingers are getting a little warm holding this.” When it was ready, she repeated the branding, making the letters overlap slightly. Spike threw his head back and Buffy heard a quiet “Bloody hell” escape his lips.

“There now. B B. For Buffy’s Bitch. That’s you, isn’t it?” she asked mockingly.

Spike lifted his head and looked down at his chest. After a moment, he looked up at her and managed a small smile. “Always, luv.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “You’re so fucked up,” she spat. Before he could reply, she began moving on top of him. By now, the pain in Spike’s arms was so bad that he mostly just wanted to be out of the cuffs. He wanted to make her come fast so she would let him go, but he wasn’t sure how to do that without the use of his hands. Improvising, he sat up and took her right nipple in his mouth. She gasped at the feeling and when he bit down gently, she started riding him harder. He felt himself nearing the edg she she impaled herself repeatedly on him. He moved over to her other breast and nibbled and licked there too. He knew of one thing he could do in this position to make her come hard and fast. He moved his head a bit higher and kissed her neck. Then, with blunt teeth, he bit her. She cried out and he felt her muscles squeezing his cock. He lost it then, shooting his cool load inside her.

As Buffy returned to normal, she climbed off him. Her whole demeanor had changed, and Spike was sure she was about to rabbit out of his crypt. She quietly asked him where he kept the keys. He gestured his head toward his nightstand. She opened the drawer and pulled out two small keys. She quickly released his hands and he sighed in relief. He rubbed his wrists and rotated his shoulders. Buffy stood demurely beside the bed, her head downcast.

Spike looked down at his chest, 10 pink lines trailed from his neck to his navel. The wax had stopped most of the bleeding, but some blood still oozed out at spots. Spike clenched his jaw and started to peel the wax out of the gullies in his flesh. As he finished, he looked over at Buffy, who was still avoiding his gaze. “Give us a hand, luv? There’s a towel on that chair over there.” Spike nodded towards a red lazy chair in the shadows. Buffy quickly retrieved it and started to gently wipe his chest down. He hissed at the rough cloth and took it from her. “It’s ok, I got it.” He reached under the bed and pulled out a bottle of liquor. After taking a healthy swig, he poured some on the towel and began tending his wounds with it. The blood had stopped by then, but the marks were going to be there for a while. He dabbed at the brand with the towel, then traced the letters with his finger.

Buffy turned from the bed. “I’m…..I mean, I didn’t think…..” She heard Spike move off the bed and felt him behind her. He brushed her hair from the back of her neck and lightly kissed her there.

“Ssshhh…..no need, luv. You didn’t do anything I didn’t allow. Vampire, remember? Darkside and all…..high pain threshold, especially when it’s you.”

Buffy cleared her throat a bit. “Well, see…..thing is…..I know fair is fair, but…..I might have went a little…..um, I’m not sure my…..threshold is quite so…..I mean, yeah, I’m the Slayer and I can take a lot, but well…..”

Spike chuckled and turned her to him. “Let’s just see what you can handle, shall we? I’m sure this will be short, but I’m curious. I mean, if you don’t think you can take it at all, we don’t even have to start…..” Buffy glared at him.

“Pfft, I can take anything *you* can dish,” Buffy said challengingly, wondering when she had gone completely insane. Now she was tempting a demon to hurt her. She was pretty certain somewhere along the line her life had been completely fucked up.

Spike gestured his head toward the bed. She climbed on and sat rather defensively, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Lie back, luv." Buffy slowly laid back against the pillows. He held out a hand to her. "Your wrists." Buffy considered this for a moment before brusquely shoving her arms out in front of her. Spike took her right arm and gently ratcheted the cuff securely on her wrist, taking a moment to bend down and kiss her forearm. She gave him an irritated look that melted quickly into one of lust when he trailed ton tongue along her arm to her neck, where he took a little nibble before getting back to his task at hand. He then moved her arm up to the headboard, where he laced the other cuff through a decorative opening in the iron. Buffy moved her other arm up to meet the cuff. Spike had to hold in a huge grin. 'That's it, pet. You're getting into it now, aren't you?'

Once he had secured her left wrist, he positioned himself on top of her. "Got you locked up tight, Slayer. How does that make you feel, luv?" Spike moved his tongue along the roof of his mouth in a way that he knew would make her heart skip a beat. Never failed. Didn't this time, either.

Buffy jutted out her chin. "You know I could break these any time I wanted."

Spike nodded and jumped off her, moving to a shelf and pouring himself a drink. "Right then, if that's what you want. Be seein' you, Slayer." As he leisurely finished his drink, he noticed with satisfaction that she hadn't made a move. He knew she wouldn't.

He turned around and with mock surprise said, "Oh, still here then?" Buffy's face got tight and she looked away from him. He chuckled and moved to the bed. He laid down beside her and began tracing a finger over her outstretched arms, down to her neck, pausing over the bite scars that always made her flinch a little. He continued his path to her breasts, nipples long since hard with desire. He circled one, then made a path to the other to treat it similarly. Buffy's only response was to bite back a whimper and arch her breasts into his touch. He pulled back his hand. "Tut tut, Slayer. Someone has control issues. Just relax, you can't go anywhere anyway." Just as she was about to argue that fact again, he bent his head down to take a nipple into his mouth. Her protests were shot down before she could even draw breath to speak.

The only sound Spike heard as he suckled was a low moaning. He raised his head and she looked at him harshly at the loss of his mouth. "Let me worship you, luv," was all he said before he moved to tend to her other breast. Buffy sighed as his cool mouth descended on her burning flesh. He felt her body relax into the bed as he licked his way up to her neck. As he covered her body with his, she arched into him for more for contact. "No, Buffy, just let me do it all." He lowered his head to kiss her, just barely brushing her lips. He feathered light kisses over her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her forehead, before returning to her lips.

The burning in Buffy’s sex was maddening. He was teasing her, playing with her. Trying to make her beg. Or so she thought. And as he made his circuit around her face and back to her neck to nibble lightly above her pulse, she decided to give him what he wanted so she could get what she needed.

“Please, Spike. Please…..”

She heard and felt him chuckle against her neck. He raised up and looked at her. “Don’t worry, luv. All in good time…..” He lowered his head to kiss a line along her collarbone, stopping at the dip in the middle of her throat. He licked a little circle here, and Buffy couldn’t stop the little moan that escaped. As he continued his journey down her torso, Buffy wished for nothing more than the ability to shove his head to her dripping cunt. She didn’t have to wait long for him to find it on his owAs hAs he stopped his trail of kisses just above her soft curls, he looked up at her. There was an urgency in her eyes that made him smile. Knowing she wanted him, knowing only he could make her feel this way….. it was almost as sweet as her hot quim that he was about to devour.

She opened up her legs for him while he traced lazy paths with his finger along her outer lips. Her breath quickened as she watched him, knowing full well the ecstasy that his tongue held for her. He lowered his head and kissed her inner thigh, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal. He nuzzled her curls, giving a little growl. He took one, then two tentative strokes with his tongue. Her body stiffened when she felt him lick her, and she had to bite back a command for him to get going already. Then he parted her lips with one hand, taking a languorously slow lick from bottom to top. He slipped his other arm under her right leg and clamped his hand down on her stomach to keep her still. He started kissing her inner lips, small pecks that would be considered chaste if not for the place they were being bestowed. When he darted out his stiffened tongue to flick her swollen clit, she let out a little yelp. It was then that he latched on and started slowly suckling. It was maddeningly slow to Buffy. She tried to thrust upward into his mouth, but his hand stayed her. After a few minutes of this kind of attention, Buffy was almost ready to boil over.

It was then that Spike abandoned is place between her legs and slid up her length. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure and frustration. He smiled at her in a way that she could only describe as awestruck. He dipped his head to kiss her, gently at first, then more heatedly. As they kissed, he slowly entered her. She moaned into his mouth, amazed at how he filled her perfectly. Just as slowly as he entered her, he started moving inside her. He moved his kissing to her neck, keeping his demon in check like always, even though it begged to taste her warm blood just millimeters from his lips. He bit her lightly with his blunt teeth, hoping to satiate the monster with the action. He knew it never would. As he supported himself with one arm, he used the other to caress her wherever he could. She giggled as he trailed his finger lightly along her side. She moaned when he pinched a hardened nipple. But she had no response when he used his hand to cur far face and pull her gaze to his. “Look at me, Buffy. This is making love. This is what it feels like to be loved. Tell me, pet. Do you like it?”

Buffy frowned and closed her eyes. Spike sighed. He’d thought he could reach her this way. He should have known better. He shook his head lightly as he started moving more quickly inside her. She was barely present anymore. ‘Better do the only thing that will keep her attention,’ he thought bitterly. As he neared his climax, he bent down and started licking her nipples again. He felt her tensing, knew she was close. Just as she was about to tumble over, he bit her nipple lightly. She careened off the edge with a loud moan. When she was done, he allowed himself release. He thrust into her deeply, growling as he came.

He slowly rolled off of her as she caught her breath. He grabbed the key off the nightstand and released her. She sat up shakily, drawing her knees to her chest. ‘I suppose you’ll be going now,’ he thought but would never say. Without turning to look at him, she asked, “Why?”

“Why what, luv?”

“Why did you do that? After what I did to you…..I hurt you…..why didn’t you hurt me back?”

Spike shrugged as he sat up and leaned against the headboard. “Don’t wanna hurt you, luv. Just wanna love you.”

“Stop it!” she spat. “Why do you do this? Why do you treat me like this when it’s so clear I don’t want it? Why can’t you just…..”

“Hurt you? Is that what you want? Is that what you think you deserve?”

“I don’t love you, Spike. I hurt you on purpose. How in the hell can you love someone like me?”

“Not like I chose it, pet. It chose me. I can promise you if I had my druthers, I’d be in love with someone who could stand to look me in the eyes while I made love to her. Someone who would make love back…..Not someone who hurts so much that just wants to lash out at the only person she knows will take it and not leave. The only person she thinks will hurt her back. Well, I won’t do it, Buffy. I won’t be like you. You can’t taint what I feel for you and turn it into something sick, something to feel shame about. I’ll never be ashamed of my feelings for you, and I won’t be you. And I won’t hurt you just because you want me to. You’re hurting enough, I don’t want to add to that. Just want to make it better, but you never let me.” Spike was speaking with more venom than he had intended, but once it started, he couldn’t stop.

“You do…..make it better. Why do you think I come to you? You’re right, I know you can take my abuse and I know you won’t go. You’re the only constant in my life right now, and just saying that depresses me.” They sat in silence for another minute before she turned to him, looking at her handiwork. “I’m sorry.” She reached out and traced the letters on his chest. “I shouldn’t have…..that was…..sick.” Buffy gave a slight chuckle as the tears came to her eyes. “I’m the monster in this twisted thing we have, aren’t I? I do….*this* to you…..and you retaliate by, what, loving me? Makes me wonder who the soulless demon really is.”

Spike sat up quickly and clutched her shoulders, turning her to face him. “Don’t, Buffy. You’re not a monster. You’re not evil. You’re just…..going through a rough spell right now. And so I’m the only one you can talk to, except we really don’t talk anymore. And I’m the only one you can take it out on, that’s fine. I’ll take it. I’ll take everything you want to throw at me. Just stop shutting me out. I’m not asking you to love me, Buffy. Just let me in a little.”

Buffy lowered her head, then reached out again to his marks. “If anyone sees it, you can just tell them it stands for Big Bad.”

Spike sighed, realizing she was being her usual, avoiding self. Then he smiled at her when she looked up at him. “Nah, I don’t care who knows I’m your bitch.”

Buffy flinched at that. “I should go.”

‘Brilliant, go and cock it all up, why don’t ya?’ Spike thought to himself. He laid back on the headboard as she quickly dressed.

When she was finished, she turned to him, a shy/anxious look on her face. “I….I know I should do this, but…..I don’t think it’s fair that you have that….mark……and I…..what I mean is…..” Buffy moved to the bed and sat beside him. She pulled her shirt up, exposing the tender flesh between her breast to him. “If…..if you want to…..I think it’s only fair…..”

Spike smiled and leaned down to the proffered skin. He felt her tense as he neared her. He placed a light kiss on her flesh, then raised up to give her an equally light kiss on the lips. “Maybe some other time, luv. I don’t want s ans an offer to balance the scales. They don’t need balancing.”

Buffy swallowed as she lowered her shirt. She moved off the bed slowly, not looking at him as she walked toward the ladder. As she reached it, she turned to him. “I’ll try, Spike.”

Spike cocked his head. “Try what, luv?”

“Try to…..let you in…..some…..if I can…..” Before he could respond, she was climbing toward the upper level.

Spike slid down in his bed, rolling to the side Buffy had been on, breathing deeply of her lingering scent. As he traced the marks on his chest, he fell asleep happy for the first time since before Buffy had died. He didn’t have her love, but she would try to open up, and her trying was more than he had a right to, anyway. And if she would let him in a little, Spike was sure he could manage to get in all the way. All the way to her heart.

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The End

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