The next day, 4:30 pm
"Va te faire mettre, salope!... Merde!... Putain!" Buffy ranted to the universe as she stormed into the kitchen, frantically raiding the cabinets, looking for sustenance before spying the jar of Nutella and ripping a banana away from its fellows. Unscrewing the jar and tossing the lid angrily across the cabinet, Buffy harshly punctured the foil seal with her fingernail, unceremoniously ripping it off and tossing it aside before gouging the smooth surface of the chocolate and layering the banana thickly with its contents.
(Go fuck yourself, bitch!... Shit!... Slut!)
After a couple of substantial bites, Buffy resumed her muttered rant over her mouthful. She opened the refrigerator door and bent over, searching for the milk. Her short, plaid skirt inched higher and higher up her thighs, the further she bent to peer into the icebox.
In her angry and indignant state, Buffy failed to notice her step-father coming in from the backyard, staring steadily at her after taking a seat in a kitchen chair. He sat quietly, observing her antics as she bent in front of the vegetable drawer, taking note of the white cotton peeking from underneath her short skirt.
Finding the milk, Buffy slung the container onto the counter, flung open the cabinet for a glass, nearly crushing it in her grip, a shooting back the cold white liquid before slamming the glass onto the counter, little milk droplets scattering at the force.
"Mange de la merde et meurs, pute!" Buffy muttered, as yet unsatisfied with her foul upbraiding of her absent French teacher.
(Eat shit and die, whore!)
"Buffy!" Spike mildly chastised, a little shocked at her colorful insults. Not that he'd never heard her talk dirty before, but it was usually at his own request.
Surprised at Spike's presence, Buffy turned toward her step-father, shocked as she tried to remember to chew her current mouthful and swallow, a little chocolate still smeared on her lips.
"Sorry, Daddy," Buffy tried to shake off her temper, "but that stupid Ms. DuBois made me miss my lunch today, waiting for her to remake her test and forcing me to take it again because she thought I had cheated. Just because I could finish her idiotic test in five minutes and make a hundred, she thinks I must have stolen a copy of her test ahead of time. I told her I could pass any test she wanted to give me, so I had to miss lunch waiting for her to write a new one." Buffy scraped her banana through the chocolate once more before setting the jar on the table and taking an indignant bite.
"We will deal with that issue tomorrow, but, nevertheless, you have been a very naughty young lady."
Buffy was momentarily confused at Spike's sharp correction. "Oh, come on, I learned all those words from you in the first place," she defended, reminding her step-father that she learned all the best dirty words from him, anyway.
"Oh, you're not in trouble for the swearing. Actually, I was rather impressed. No…I noticed another house rule that you've broken this afternoon." Spike hinted, trying to maintain some measure of firm control in his voice.
Buffy's brow furrowed as she gently placed the remainder of her banana on the table, wondering what else she could have done.
"I see someone is still wearing her panties in the house," he chided, tucking the hem of Buffy's skirt into her waistband to reveal her round bottom covered by the concealing garment.
"Oh!" Buffy blushed as she had genuinely forgotten, then tried to school the smile that wanted to spread across her face. She was certain that if she really wanted to continue her rant and wallow in her anger, she could, but the prospect of several, satisfying orgasms seemed like a better option. Immediately, her expression softened, biting her lip as she cast her eyes downward, twisting a little like an errant schoolgirl.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered, playing her part to perfection. Spike knew how much she had enjoyed this game earlier, and had been itching to catch her out for some supposed infraction, just to have a chance to play out the fantasy in greater detail.
"That may be, but little girls who forget the rules get their bottoms warmed," Spike reminded with a cocked eyebrow as he spread his legs. Buffy was instantly wet at the thought.
"Come here, kitten," Spike patted his thighs, Buffy bending over them and resting her head against the outside of his right thigh.
"Are you going to spank me, Daddy?" Buffy questioned with a false innocence, thoroughly excited by their game.
"Yes, pet…you see panties get so very dirty when you wear them at home," Spike rubbed the nearly transparent crotch of her white panties, the wet, warmth seeping through the cloth.
"Did I ruin them?" Buffy asked in feigned naiveté, wide green eyes looking up at her step-father.
"I'm afraid so, luv." Spike pulled down the panties till they rested low on her golden thighs. Buffy had to hold in the moan in her throat as Spike's hand surveyed the two, perfect tanned globes, planning a place to make his strike.
"Now you tell me if it's too much for you," Spike reminded, not wanting to get too carried away with his antics.
"I'm a big girl, Daddy. I can take it," Buffy tried to sound contrite, but her words took on a sultry quality that betrayed her act.
Spike's left hand came down with a stinging smack on one cheek, taking Buffy a little by surprise. The next spank pinkened the other cheek, with Buffy starting to squirm on his lap.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Buffy sniffled dryly, still staying in character, so Spike knew his punishment was purely for pleasure.
"You still need to learn your lesson, sweetheart." Spike's hand came down across both cheeks, earning another gasp from the blonde across his lap.
"I'll be very good, Daddy. I promise," Buffy pleaded slyly.
"I know you will," Spike replied darkly, his erection now straining against his trousers. His hand met the crease of Buffy's bottom and thighs.
"Mm-ooh!" Buffy tried to swallow her moan, knowing that the juices from her pussy were running all over her step-father's thighs.
"Someone is getting Daddy's clothes awfully dirty," Spike grinned at the slick stain growing on the silky, gray fabric. He spread her thighs a bit more and delivered a spank right to her bare pussy, causing Buffy to grind against his thigh for more friction.
Giving Buffy a little reward for her compliance, he slid his stinging fingers down and back across the swollen furrow, noting how impossibly soaked she'd become. He slid his fingers into her tight channel, coaxing at her g-spot, the pressure from his thigh and the attentions of his digits making her buck against his hand. He slipped a finger down to her clit, giving her a few firm strokes, bringing her near the edge.
"I think I've been just a little too easy on you, Buffy. It's my own fault I suppose," Spike sighed dramatically, before removing his fingers from her slick flesh.
"Nooooo!" Buffy cried out, desperate for Spike's hands to continue their work.
"Do you promise to remember from now on?" Spike queried, his hands moving to part Buffy's rosy ass cheeks.
"Yes, Daddy! I'll remember!" Buffy pleaded with a deceiving whimper. Fact was, she considered leaving them on again tomorrow to see if she could garner the same treatment she was currently enjoying.
"Well…just two more then, I suppose," Spike conceded, his right hand pulling one globe aside so his left could give two stinging smacks to Buffy's tight, little arse. Buffy bucked at the intense sensation, coming apart, face down as she lay across Spike's thighs. His fingers immediately tended to her pussy once again, filling her channel with expert fingers while he stroked her clit, drawing out her pleasure.
"Mmm, right there, Daddy."
"That's it, baby girl," he soothed, watching her eyes close in blissful pleasure, panties still slack at her knees.
After recovering from the high of her orgasm, Buffy lay languidly across Spike's lap, her right hand moving toward the straining tented fabric that revealed how turned on their little game had made him.
Still in her coquettish innocence, Buffy pouted, "Daddy, I'm still a little hungry," her true meaning not at all mistaken.
"Well, you'd better find something to eat then, pet."
Crawling off Spike's lap, Buffy let the errant panties fall to her ankles before stepping out of them. Remembering his estimation of them being "ruined," Spike grinned as he pocketed the sodden garment. With a wicked grin, Buffy picked up the jar of Nutella again before kneeling in front of Spike's still spread knees.
"I think one more snack should do the trick," Buffy grinned as she slid the metal fastening to the side, unhooking the tab, then sliding the zipper down to reveal the hard length concealed within.
Buffy smiled at the ready access to Spike's eager cock and slipped back into character for a brief moment.
"No spanking for Daddy," she sighed dramatically, noting how diligently he followed the house rule requiring that no underwear be worn in the house.
"Maybe I'll have to find some in the back of my drawer, or something," he teased, curious at the prospect of Buffy turning the tables on him.
Buffy grinned wickedly as she pulled the charcoal trousers down his thighs. She left them in a pile, along with her abandoned panties, seeing as how his slacks would have to be sent to the dry cleaners anyway after she thoroughly stained the left thigh with her juices.
Stripping out of her white blouse and bra, Buffy stood before Spike, gloriously bare, and reached for the jar of nutella she'd abandoned there earlier. She spun off the cap and reached in for a double fingerful of the thick chocolate.
Spike loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar and cuffs, ripping the constraining garments over his head in his haste and leaving them to the other laundry piled in the floor. He was quite certain this would be a messy business.
"Seeing as I didn't get to finish my snack earlier, I guess you're going to have to do, Daddy," Buffy warned with a mock innocence, dropping back to her knees and giving Spike a good coating of the chocolaty paste.
Spike groaned as Buffy's warm tongue licked him from root to tip, a strip of pink flesh peeking out from the dark brown that surrounded it.
"Is it good, baby?" he purred, running his fingers through Buffy's long, blonde locks.
"Mmm hmm, Daddy," Buffy purred as she collected a drop from the glistening tip of his cock along with the rich sweetness of the chocolate.
"Have a taste…," Buffy offered as she rose up to share the chocolate on her tongue, her hand coated in nutella as she stroked Spike's rigid length.
"So sweet," he smiled as Buffy lowered her mouth to his cock once more. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head as if eating an ice cream cone. She dipped down his full length as if he were a fudgecicle.
"Kitten's hungry tonight," he cooed, entranced at her tireless devouring of his cock.
"Starving, Daddy," she pouted, dipping again to suck the chocolate from the soft skin that lay over the rigid steel below. Buffy's diligent tongue worked every vein and ridge, coaxing the rich treat onto her tongue. She relaxed her throat, wrapping her lips around the root, collecting all the sweetness that had collected there.
"Daddy'll take care of you, baby girl," he promised as Buffy's head bobbed back and forth toward his crotch. His blue eyes fell closed for a moment as he reveled in the sensations—Buffy's hot, wet mouth licking and sucking his cock… the sounds of lips against slick flesh…the groans of desire and pleasure… the heavy, sweet scent in the air…. It was more than Spike could ever have hoped for—Buffy was so eager to learn, wanting to know how to please him, curious to explore something new every day.
And right now, Buffy decided to explore his sac for any chocolate that found its way below. She suckled at each one, nursing the tender flesh for any of the clinging confection till they drew tight against Spike's body. Her lips once again tended to Spike's straining cock with her fingers lightly massaging the snug balls beneath.
"Is Daddy all clean, kitten?" Spike asked, pushing back the hair falling in her face so he could see her wide green eyes.
"Mmm hmm," she hummed around his cock, still bobbing up and down the length of his long cock, sucking firmly as she pulled back.
"I'm afraid you're about to make Daddy all dirty again," he groaned, feeling the tingling in his balls begin to rise.
"Yummy," Buffy hummed again with a surge of enthusiasm, licking and sucking frantically until she could feel the pulsing thrum inside her mouth.
"Oh, Kitten!" Spike cried out as he began to come. "Your mouth…so hot…so sweet," he groaned with his hand fisted in her hair. He couldn't help the bucking of his hips toward her mouth, losing himself in the wet warmth of her lovely mouth.
After swallowing all of Spike's heated, salty spendings, Buffy climbed back onto Spike's lap, this time straddling his hips. Spike tasted a mixture of himself and the rich chocolate on her tongue as she kissed him deeply, his hands caressing her abused bottom.
"Your bottom is still warm," Spike grinned at Buffy's pout.
"You're quite thorough with your punishments," she quipped with a grin.
"Let's see if we can do something about that, shall we?" Spike lifted Buffy off his lap and bent her over the kitchen table, ass high in the air.
"All that chocolate made me a little hungry myself," Spike grinned as he took hold of the nutella jar, spreading a soothing layer to Buffy's warmed backside. He then took another scoop and covered her slick folds, her swollen lips, her pearl-hard clit, and even her tingling back passage, still rosy from the pair of spankings it suffered.
"Best dessert ever," he grinned, licking a soothing path onto her coated backside, suckling at the sticky globes of flesh he'd finger painted with chocolate. His talented tongue soothed the sting from her bottom, making the spanking she took more than worth it.
Buffy groaned as Spike's mouth crossed the furrow of her backside, desperately wanting his mouth's attentions there.
"So impatient," Spike tsked as he finished with her bottom, gleaming golden once again. "Now…for my favorite place in the whole world." Spike gave a long, luxurious lick to the deep pink flesh, now darkened by the addition of the chocolate spread. "Even sweeter, now…," he praised, lapping at the needy folds and suckling on the pouty lips.
Buffy stood on her tip toes and thrust her bottom out to give Spike greater access to her clit.
"Ooh, yes, Daddy, right there," Buffy cried out as she teetered on her tip toes. Spike suckled at the hungry nub until he'd consumed all the wealth of chocolate hidden away in the warm folds.
He moved higher, lapping at her juicy core once again as a hand moved to her clit, stroking steadily. Consuming all he could find, Spike spread her peachy cheeks with his free hand and tongued all the sweet nutella from her back passage, his tongue darting in to the tight sphincter, heightening her pleasure as his fingers continued their ministrations.
"Oh, Daddy…I'm coming again," Buffy called out as Spike's tongue traced back to her center and lapped up the chocolaty spending that poured forth, her pulsing channel contracting around his tongue. "More, Daddy, please!" Buffy cried, the ache to be filled not subsiding even after she'd climaxed twice.
"I've got you, sweetheart," Spike assured, thrusting his already hard shaft deep into her snug depth.
"Oh, yessss," she hissed, reveling in the fullness as Spike took her from behind, her nails digging into the oak table. "Just like that," she groaned, pushing back against his forceful thrusts.
"Love your cock inside me, Daddy," Buffy praised, her back arching in pleasure.
"Love burying my cock inside your sweet pussy, Kitten," Spike thrust deeply and rapidly, reaching around to nurse Buffy's turgid nipples with his fingers.
"Such a beautiful…tight…warm quim…all for me," he praised as he buried himself over and again in Buffy's tight depths. Spike felt a giddy sense of possessiveness, unashamedly pleased that he was the only man to explore Buffy's body this way, the man she lured away from self-imposed abstinence in hopes of finding a release from the frustrating demands of her body.
Even now, just a few weeks after she showed up at his office, baring herself and begging him to make her come, they had quickly dispensed with any need for shame or self-consciousness, letting each fantasy and hidden desire play out without fear of recrimination from the other.
"Only for you, Daddy," Buffy assured, needing to look no further than her own house for the man she wanted to make love to for her first time and every time thereafter.
"That's right, baby," Spike leaned over the length of Buffy's taut back, nipping underneath her ear down to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, drawing out moans as his tender lips juxtaposed with his powerful cock sliding home over and again.
Spike swung the chair around they'd earlier vacated, sitting them both down, with Buffy's back facing his chest. She groaned as the change in position drove Spike's cock so deep within her. Buffy bounced on his rigid flesh as Spike twisted her nipples with one hand and her clit with the other.
The fingers on Buffy's breasts made her miss his mouth, however.
"Daddy, will you suck my nipples?" Buffy called out in a needful whimper.
"There's nothing in this world I'd rather do, baby," Spike nodded to the abandoned jar, which Buffy reached for on the table and brought back as Spike coaxed her leg over his lap so she could face him.
"Rub it on your nipples for me," Spike requested with Buffy grinning and scooping a small handful to coat her nipples, bringing them to dark, pebbled peaks. Spike happily attacked one breast as he massaged the other, suckling off the chocolate goo from one tit as he spread it thoroughly around the other.
"You have the most perfect breasts I've ever seen, pet," Spike groaned, lapping at the other with appreciation.
Buffy moaned in the satisfaction of Spike's mouth suckling at her breast, they had ached for his lips all day. Buffy's hips rolled like waves against Spike's lap, eyes closed in the intense pleasure. His thumb drew steady gentle circles at her clit, keeping her primed for one more orgasm before he came inside her.
Buffy's hand clutched in his blonde curls, keeping Spike's mouth latched to her breast.
"Tonight, will you suck them till we fall asleep?" she asked with hooded lids, already looking sleepy-eyed with lust.
"Anything you want, sweetheart," Spike assured, loving how responsive Buffy had become. As Spike continued to thrust up into her hot sheathe, he couldn't help but picture a baby at her breast in a few years and his sneaking a nip or two after their infant had fallen asleep.
Spike closed his eyes and tended to her needy breast just as he had on that night when his world tilted on its axis and he found Buffy perched naked on his exam table, desperate for the release she could never find on her own. Just when he thought that part of his life was dead and buried, his second chance appeared in his otherwise deserted office, a mass of frustration and need. And now, just a few weeks later, she was brazenly riding his cock in the middle of the kitchen in the waning late afternoon light, so willing to explore and experiment, the perfect mate for him, even under such unusual circumstances.
The needy mewl that echoed from Buffy throat broke Spike out of his reverie.
"Can you come one more time for me, Kitten?" Spike coaxed.
"I think so, Daddy," Buffy cooed. Spike gave his thumb a good, solid lick then dropped it where their bodies joined pressing hard on Buffy's clit and giving it a final, little twist as he sucked fiercely at a puckered nipple.
Buffy tightened around Spike at this onslaught of sensation, her exhausted body giving up its coil of tension just once more before Spike would give in.
"Daddy…Daddy…I'm coming…," she panted, every muscle taught and contracting.
"That's it, baby…come around Daddy's cock," Spike encouraged, the tight rhythmic squeeze forcing Spike over the edge and releasing ropes of heated come deep into Buffy's slick channel. Their lips crashed together as she rode him down from his high, panting from excitement and exertion.
Though, for now, Buffy's birth control pills quelled any repercussions from such activities, Spike couldn't help but fantasize about the time, sometime down the road, when that same release would lead to a baby in Buffy's belly. Spike grinned at the thought while sharing a lingering kiss with the petite blonde still straddling his lap. The pulsing in his cock finally began to slow, and their foreheads rested against each other once breathing became a necessity.
Buffy's growling stomach announced itself in the quiet stillness that followed, causing both to chuckle at the interruption.
"What do you say to a little surf and turf after we get cleaned up?" Spike asked, the back of his hand rubbing against the neglected tummy.
"Sounds wonderful," Buffy smiled, giving Spike a kiss as she remained on his lap.
"Ready for a bath, Kitten?" Spike inquired.
"Will you wash all the places that are really sticky, Daddy?" Buffy batted her lashes, her question lilting with that feigned innocence she had perfected over the last several weeks.
"Of course, Kitten….Isn't that what all good daddies would do?"
Xxx
"Aren't you going to join me?" Buffy encouraged, swiping at a bit of leftover chocolate at the side of Spike's mouth.
"In a bit—just enjoying bathing you right now," Spike confessed, running his soapy hands across Buffy's breasts, working with his thumbs at any lingering chocolate hidden away near the puckered nipples. The petite blonde lay back, relaxing in the warn water as Spike's hands skimmed over her golden body.
"Have you wanted to do this before?" Buffy coaxed, enjoying the little admissions of desire she could wring from her step-father.
"Well, considering you've never been very good about shutting the bathroom door when you bathed or showered, I think you can probably guess the answer to that," he smirked, knowing that Buffy was trying to catch him out.
"Modesty's overrated," Buffy quipped, her point proven as Spike's soapy hands dipped between her thighs, thoroughly cleaning away the sweet remnants of their afternoon's activities.
Spike had always tried his best to ignore the flashes of skin through the door left ajar, but there were several times within the last couple of years when Buffy's baths and showers stopped him in his tracks, and he would be forced to hide and watch until her attention was diverted away from the door and he could make his escape. Her soapy breasts, covered in bubbles, except for the dusky tips revealed by the descending suds would often halt his progress, making him return to his room and lock the door once she stood up for her towel. He couldn't bring himself to fuss about the shower curtain that was never stretched quite far enough across the bar. The puddle of water that accumulated was payment enough to watch Buffy bend over to shave her legs. There was many a morning when Buffy's bathroom routine had forced Spike back to the master bedroom for a change of clothes.
"You didn't answer my question," Buffy sing-songed, drawing a wet finger down the length of Spike's neck.
Spike smiled and closed his eyes briefly in resignation, "Yes, for quite a while now, in fact."
Buffy's eyes twinkled as she raised up, the water dripping back down into the tub as she offered Spike a lingering kiss.
"Good." Buffy leaned back with a self-satisfied grin. She retrieved the razor from the side of the tub, offering it to her step-father. "Shave me, Daddy?" she asked coquettishly.
"Anytime, kitten…"
Xxx
After another round of lovemaking in the tub (Buffy insisted that they give the shave a test-run), Buffy slipped a simple black dress over her otherwise bare body for the promised dinner out as compensation for the missing lunch she'd endured at the hands of the Sunnydale public school system.
Sadly, the restaurant was a little too crowded to get away with much flirting, combined with the fact that Xander and Anya were dining in the opposite corner of the room, Xander having saved up a couple of paychecks for their anniversary dinner. Spike would steal a secret touch at a nipple or underneath Buffy's napkin when he was sure no one else was looking, whispering promises that he would soon take her out to a place famous for its privacy and discretion.
Buffy was thoroughly enjoying the surf and turf, but she was also eager to get Spike back home, naked once more in the bed they now shared.
Spike sensed and shared the same urgency, waving off dessert and throwing down a large bill, in lieu of waiting for the check. They hurried back home, stripping off clothes as soon as they walked in the door, falling quickly into bed, joining again, rocking simply into one another, Spike paying homage to Buffy's breasts as earlier promised. True to his word, even their mutual orgasms did not end Spike's dedication to the beautiful twin mounds that had waited so long for his attentions.
Buffy smiled in her exhaustion, her body wrung out and sated after all Spike's ministrations. Just as her eyes began to close, she felt Spike shift a little lower, his lips wrap gently around the puckered nipple, suckling in a warm, gentle rhythm as they both succumbed to the pull of sleep.