"I know you've suffered,

But I don't want you to hide,

It's cold and loveless,

I won't let you be denied

Soothing,

I'll make you feel pure,

Trust me,

You can be sure

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask,

I want to exorcise the demons from your past,

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

You trick your lovers,

That you're wicked and divine,

You may be a sinner,

But your innocence is mine"

~Muse~

Chapter 17 – Undisclosed Desires

As they passed the dimly lit living room on the way to his bedroom, Buffy felt a dark yet intimate ambience surround them as a melodic rhythm strummed to the beats of a heavy drum that played in the background. She looked toward the source and caught a brief glimpse of the flat screen. It showed a dark haired man strutting about on a stage filled with brightly colored laser beams shooting outwards into the night sky. He sang with a pained expression, pleading for his lover to please him and show him how it's done.

Buffy found herself easily identifying with those lyrics as she started a trail of kisses down from his ear to neck, each kiss and nibble growing harder and more insistent as she traced further down to his collarbone. Teasing and torturing Spike as she rubbed herself against him, he responded with a deep growl rumbling from his chest. Quickening his pace, he cursed under his breath, wondering why it was taking forever to get to their destination.

The music faded into the background once they got in the bedroom, and she stopped her ministrations just long enough to take in the new surroundings. Looking like it came straight out of the perfect bachelor's bedroom catalog, the first thing she noticed was the gigantic king sized bed that was the key centerpiece of the room. Along with the warm lighting that provided a charming and inviting ambience, Buffy would've dove straight into the huge fluffy pillows and rolled around in those luxurious black bed sheets if Spike hadn't been carrying her.

"You can let go now," he said to her. Once he felt her grip loosen, he threw her onto the bed, landing her flat on her back, with her damp hair sprawling outwards like stringy threads of gold. She yelped and laughed as she swung her legs out at him playfully. Even with her knees bent at the edge of the bed, her feet could hardly touch the hardwood floor.

Spike bent forward to untie the drawstring of her shorts before yanking them down her legs in one smooth motion. Buffy held her breath and closed her eyes as she felt his hands travel up from her ankles to her calves and even further up to her thighs, gently wedging himself between her legs, he kneeled over her, one arm holding himself up, while the other stroked her upper thigh lovingly, fingertips occasionally and very lightly brushing the edge of her panties.

"Look at me with those pretty eyes of yours, luv," he whispered.

She opened them and found him staring down at her, an intense blue flame burning in the windows to his soul, and she could feel the heat of that fire consume her right down to the very core of her being.

"You're so gorgeous, you know that? A bloody divinity, you are."

She didn't know what would be the appropriate reply to such a compliment, so she answered with actions by letting her hands travel down to his belt. And when he didn't stop her, she let them roam over his crotch and grinned when she felt the unmistakable sign of his hard on.

With eager fingers, she fiddled with the buckle of his belt. Unfastening it, she saw that he was wearing button fly jeans. She cursed at the number of buttons that had to be undone and just as she was about to rip the top button off, her hands were suddenly yanked upwards and trapped above her head.

A small mewl of disappointment escaped her, and she flashed an angry glare at Spike.

"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, kitten."

She frowned, brows furrowing in confusion, not understanding the Cheshire cat grin that came over his expression.

"Let me show you what it means to be treated like a goddess."

He peeled the tee shirt off her and kept her arms raised above her head. "Whatever happens," he warned, "do not bring your hands back down or I'll have you restrained, understood?"

"What?" She cried, eyes widening in alarm.

"If I'm going to give you the sacred treatment," Spike explained patiently, "it means I can't be interrupted by anything and that includes your hands, pet. And as much as I adore you, I won't hesitate to tie you up if you misbehave."

Her jaw dropped for a bewildering moment as she continued staring at him in disbelief.

"Unless of course, you like being tied up like that." He smirked, raising one eyebrow suggestively.

Her previous experiences with sex had always been pretty straightforward with minimal foreplay and teasing. So even though the idea of some naughty sex games with Spike was having an undeniable effect of driving her mad with desire, it was still difficult for her to wrap her mind around letting herself be tied and dominated in the name of sexy fun.

"Spike, not to be a mood killer but I'm not very good at the whole…"

"Hush now." He shook his head before she could finish her sentence. "It doesn't matter if you haven't done anything like this before. I just need you to trust that this is all for your benefit and satisfaction and that I would never, ever, intentionally hurt you, okay?"

She gulped nervously and nodded her head, "Okay."

"So," he asked in a mock serious tone, "do you think you can control yourself or do you prefer to be tied up?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, "I think I can exercise some self-control, thank you very much."

"Right..." he scoffed, "And do you agree to be willingly restrained if you break the rule?"

Allowing her stubbornness to temporarily overrule her lust, she replied with all the bravado she could muster, "That's never going to happen, but sure."

"We'll see about that."

Lowering his head, he kissed her full on the lips, his tongue probing hers, and she moaned in approval, naturally arching her body up towards him.

His left hand started to trail down to her hips, fingers teasing the top of her panties lightly before slipping his hand over her crotch. Rubbing the fabric against her, he could feel the material already getting wet. He pushed her panties to one side and felt her swollen sex already dripping with her sticky nectar.

"I love that you're a landing strip type of girl." He growled, making her blush beet red.

He ripped her panties off and easily slid two long and slender fingers inside her, causing her to cry out at the sudden intrusion in between kisses. It didn't take long for him to find her sweet spot, and as his strokes and thrusting gained a steady rhythm, Buffy felt electrifying shockwaves of pleasure pulsating all through her and she found her body craving for more.

"Oh crap," she gasped, with a sudden sharp intake of breath. Adding to what he was already doing, she could feel his thumb now rubbing against her clit. She felt herself being pulled skywards towards euphoria and just as she was about to reach her first orgasm, he started slowing the speed of his strokes, drawing his fingers nearly completely out of her. Buffy cried out in frustration and attempted to push her hips up to get them back in, but he eased away even further and laughed.

"That was very naughty of you," he cautioned. "No interruptions, remember? It looks like I'll just have to discipline you for that."

"What do you mean discipline me? You're the one who ought to be spanked for all this torture you're putting me through!"

"Tsk, tsk. And you said you had self-control. This is your final warning, pet."

"You know, you're gonna be a dead man walking if you keep tormenting me like this!"

The threat had no effect on Spike and he simply smiled and lowered himself off the bed. His hands kept her legs pried wide apart, and then the punishment really started.

Almost gingerly, he started to lick all over her nether regions. Keeping one eye on her, he watched her reactions as he started kissing and stroking her inner thighs, and then gradually, he progressed closer, kissing and licking the outer lips, to the folds inside and then deeper. Using his fingers to keep her open, he sucked and tongued her clit, stimulating her with just the right amount of pressure and pace, and right when Buffy thought she was well on her way to an exquisite climax, he pulled away and looked up at her.

Propping herself up on her elbows, Buffy glared down at him angrily, "Why the hell did you stop?"

"Did you like that?" He asked, with a small evil grin.

"Yes," she grudgingly admitted. Although she had very limited experience with having someone go down on her, she had to concede that Spike was clearly a specialist on the subject.

"Do you want more?"

"What do you think?"

His smirk grew wider and his head went back down. The next thing Buffy felt was his tongue flicking against her clit first, and then it lowered deeper into her, causing her to cry out.

She cursed as he pushed deep enough to keep her aroused and horny, but not enough to make her climax. The worst part of it now was him using one finger to massage her clit as he continued teasing her with that talented tongue of his. The entire act was driving Buffy to the brink of insanity.

In the heat of the moment, she brought her hands down and shoved his head closer to her while pushing her own hips up towards him. Spike gave her a moment to enjoy her dominance before grabbing her hips and forcing them back down on the bed. Like a panther, he prowled back up and kissed her fiercely. Buffy could distinctly taste herself in his mouth and moaned in pleasure as her hands reached for the massive bulge in his pants, squeezing him hard enough to make him groan.

"Buffy, for the last time, what happened to exercising that self-control of yours?" he asked, grabbing her hands away from his crotch and pulling it back above her head.

She gave him a blank look, "I think I've over exercised it?"

"I don't think it's even there anymore, luv." He chuckled, and she yelped in surprise as he spanked the side of her ass as a penalty for losing. "And a deal's a deal, so I'm sorry but it looks like I'll have to restrain you."

He reached over her to grab an old winter scarf that was left on his nightstand. Although he wasn't living in London anymore and his scarf didn't have much practical use in this city's climate, he now used it for various other types of endeavors that didn't necessarily involve keeping one warm.

While tying her hands securely, Buffy scowled at him, promising a murderous revenge for this outrage, and while he knew he should probably be at least a little concerned about her making good on those threats, he couldn't stop the smug smirk on his face.

Once he was satisfied with his knot, he asked, "Hmm, now where was I before that little interruption of yours?"

He pretended to think for a second, before letting one hand run lightly over her breast, down to her belly, and then lower to where her clit was. He rubbed it for a bit before thrusting two fingers all the way back inside her. Buffy bit back a moan as she felt like she was about to explode.

"It would seem that getting tied up and spanked got you wetter." He mused, making her blush in embarrassment and despite the sense of shame she felt, she could also feel herself getting turned on even more by what he was pointing out.

"Don't you think that's enough teasing?" She asked, nearly breathlessly.

"I don't know, pet. Why don't you tell me what you want?"

They looked into each other's eyes and Buffy took a deep breath before answering truthfully, "I want you, inside me. Now."

He regarded her for a moment, mixed emotions and thoughts running through him before he got off the bed to take off his jeans. Buffy's eyes widened like saucers when she saw the impressive size of his anatomy.

In a composed and calm manner, Spike took his time to retrieve a condom from the drawer of the nightstand beside him and ripped it open. After he got it on, he mounted back on the bed, hovering above her. He placed himself gently against her opening, her juices already coating the tip. She moaned in anticipation and even though he wanted to ravage her instantly, he asked for the final time to be certain that she wanted it as much as he did, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Even though she couldn't help but wonder in mild fear of how exactly he was going to fit entirely inside of her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and whispered, "Show me what you got, Spike. And don't you dare hold back."

And with that challenge set forth, he plunged deep into her before she could even complete the sentence. She cried out in shock, ecstasy and pain as he pumped into her, back and forth at a painfully slow pace, allowing her to get used to his size.

Spike had to bite back his own roar from the overwhelming sensation of entering her for the first time. She was hot, tight and wet and the actual experience was even better than he imagined.

"God, Buffy, you feel so bloody good!" He cried.

Seeing her writhe underneath him, only made him want her more, and not forgetting that her pleasure was above his, he dipped his head down to kiss one breast while one hand massaged the other as he continued to pump into her. She gasped in surprise as she felt the pressure from his light nibble.

"You enjoyed that?" he asked, noting her reaction. She hesitated for a second but nodded her head, almost in shame at how much she was enjoying it.

"Fantastic." He grinned, liking how she was increasingly opening up to him. He gave the same treatment to the other breast and growled possessively when he heard her moan in pleasure.

"Oh, Spike," she cried, as he started to pick up the pace. Responding to his rhythm, she thrust her own hips upwards in a momentum that was in sync with his.

"Christ almighty!" Spike shouted, he hadn't expected her to do that, "Bloody hell, luv!"

While still keeping the pace, he bent down this time to kiss her hard until her lips felt sore and she knew they were going to be bruised.

"Harder, Spike. Give me more." She moaned between kisses, driving him even crazier. He immediately sped up and intensified the force of impact, grunting with effort as he drove deeper into her until his entire length was moving in and out of her easily.

The sensation engulfed her until there was nothing left to focus on but the painful pleasure that came from having their bodies coming together as one. She cried out wordlessly, making all sorts of encouraging sounds that only spurred him on as the noises of their lovemaking filled the room. Inside, she could feel her orgasm rapidly swelling until she could contain it no longer.

She felt herself being pulled upwards towards the peak and then the ground seemed to give way completely and she was free falling into oblivion. She screamed in heavenly release, arching her back sharply. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably by the wave of climax that hit her, causing her muscles to send a series of tight spasms around Spike, the heat and intense pressures forcing him to cum right after her.

He roared wordlessly in drunken stupor of lust and collapsed on top of her. They were both panting for breath at this point, and she could still feel him inside her. After several moments, Spike gave her a slow and languid kiss before pulling himself out of her. He disposed the used condom and untied her hands before tumbling onto his back beside her. Each trying to recover from the best sex they had ever had.

Several more minutes passed before she finally found the strength to speak again, "So that's the goddess treatment, huh?"

"With a few extra bonus features thrown in," he leered, pulling her into his arms as he started to kiss her neck and shoulder.

"I've got to admit, a girl can certainly get used to this," she turned to him with a dreamy look on her face.

"Well, luv." he waggled his eyebrows, "If you're up for it, we can always start round two now."

Buffy couldn't believe her ears and looked down in disbelief to see that he was already semi hard.

Against his better judgment, he reminded her, "I seem to recall some payback is in order?"

When he met her gaze this time, he could see a wicked gleam in her eyes and it only served to get his lower region even harder.

"Ooooh yeah," she nodded slowly with a grin, "Now, where exactly did you put that scarf?"