"Down on your knees, little girl." He coaxed her down with his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, her pigtails caressing her shoulders with ribbons close to her scalp. He couldn't help but think how cute she was, looking up at him like that. Spike's finger wrapped around the ring of the collar that sat on Buffy's neck, hugging her throat gently. He hooked a clip onto the ring, pulling her forward with a chain leash to where she was nuzzling his groin, his cock hard against his pants. "Be a good girl and make Daddy feel good."

"Yes, Daddy," she groaned, undoing his belt and sliding his cock out of his pants. She nuzzled it gently, feeling his hard shaft rub her cheek. His breath caught in his throat and he could feel himself get harder. She was in his control. She was his little girl and she wanted so badly to make him happy. He grabbed both of her pigtails and guided her onto his cock, thrusting deep into her throat until he came.

William lay in his sweat, breathing heavily. He felt disgusting for his fantasy. He stumbled out of bed and into the shower to clean off the mess he had made on himself. Letting the cold water run over him, he leaned against the wall, feeling heavy. What kind of sick fuck wants to fuck his girlfriend like she's his "daughter"? He was a bloody pig, that's what he was.

The idea of Buffy in her thigh-highs, kneeled before him, willing to do whatever he wanted because she was his little girl, turned him on so much. He felt himself get hard again, and he leaned against the wall imagining her again, hating himself for enjoying it so much.

William grabbed Buffy, kissing her hard and pushing her against the wall, hoisting her up onto his waist. She wrapped her long legs around him, hooking her ankles behind him. His lips crushed hers and then found her throat, biting her hard. He trailed his tongue up her neck and brought his teeth down on her earlobe. She gasped in pain and pleasure and arched into him, begging him to hurt her more. She loved this feeling of being owned by him, and wanted more of it. He thrusted into her, his hand finding her throat and cutting off the air as he slammed into her against the wall over and over.

Buffy cried out in ecstasy and withdrew her hand from her undies. She had soaked through them and dripped down her thighs onto her sheets. Sighing, she slid them off and cleaned off her fingers with them. Why was she having these thoughts about him? She had gone to bed early that night, around 8:30, because she couldn't bear to be with her mother any longer. She had to go do something about the thoughts she was having about William.

She rolled over, this empty feeling in her. It was 8:35. It took her five minutes to orgasm. That was a record for her, hell even touching herself at all was something new, something she had never done before. And she was here doing it over someone she didn't know. She grabbed her phone next to her bed and dialed the number, putting it to her ear. It rang twice before he picked up. "Hello?"

She froze and then mentally cursed herself for calling him so late in the evening. "Hi, William?" She imagined punching herself in the face. "It's Buffy."

"Ah, Buffy. How are you doing?"

"I'm pretty good. Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to do something, like get coffee or go see a movie."

"I'm quite busy this week. I'm actually only free right this moment, love."

"Wanna do it now?" She cringed and hoped he wouldn't think she was weird. A long silence caused her heart to flutter and her stomach to twist in nervousness. He wouldn't answer. What the heck was wrong with her? She was a mess. A stupid mess.

"Sure. Meet me at the park on Seventh?"

William sat on the bench, waiting for the beautiful blonde. He decided to don his casual attire, slipping on a black t-shirt, some jeans and some boots, a leather duster hugging his torso. He got lost in his thoughts, thinking about what he would say, how he would act. Would he play it cool or would he be warm and inviting. Would he do the right thing and stop this because she was a child or would he indulge himself in her beauty and her effulgence? He felt her presence next to him on the bench as she sat next to him.

"Hello, William. You look really different out of your work clothes. I like the leather." She smiled warmly at him. She was wearing a sundress, a soft pink color that barely grazed her knees. Her skin was warm and lightly tanned. She radiated excitement and passion, and he wanted to grab her and draw her close. What was the nature of these feelings? Why, although he barely knew her, did he want to be with her so badly? He slid his hand close to hers and grasped her hand in his.

"Would you like a coffee, love? 'Cos the shop's right over that way and I can get one for you."

"It's kinda late now. I want to know about you, though." She leaned in, her cheek on his shoulder. "What's your last name? Where were you born? Where do you work?" She shifted so that her chin was on his shoulder and she was looking up at him. "Tell me about your life." He tucked her hair behind her ear, his icy blue eyes staring straight into her. She got that feeling again, the one of being exposed to him, and she shuddered.

"Are you cold, love?" He shrugged off his leather jacket and slipped it around her shoulders, pulling it tight around her. He liked the way she looked in it. It was like he marked her. He pulled her to him. "My name's William Pratt. Born and raised, London, England. I work as an attorney in town. Putting the big bads behind bars, you know." He caressed her cheek and stroked her hair. "What about you?"

"Buffy Summers, full time student at Sunnydale Prep. I was born in LA. We moved here after mom and dad got divorced." She laid down, putting her head in his lap. This girl was very forward. He urged her up so that he could lean in and kiss her. Her lips were softer than he imagined, like velvet, and he sank into her. Little whimpers and moans came from her, urging more from him. She became aggressively passionate, attempting to pull him on top of her.