Title: The Games We Play - LA, Leather Pants, Hellfire And The Roof Of A Desoto 1b/1b
Author: Anastasia (Charlie1@acay.com.au)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none, not even the Hellfire Club, just borrowing them for my own twisted pleasure and public humiliation.
Feedback: If you want me to continue this it is kind of mandatory - if I don't get nagged I just don't write. Also not sure if this story really works, so tell me...please!!!
Notes: Okay this is the first story in a series I am doing called "The Games We Play". Season Four is implied and shock horror I have bought Oz back (just for a little while). I have also bought back the Desoto. This series isn't going to be all angsty, it will be a reflection of normal life and relationships, a few twisted and hopefully funny moments and a couple of things that will question my sanity. Maybe. If I don't get feedback then it stops on the roof of the Desoto. Oh, yeah, Inell this is the story I was telling you about - there you go it's just for you!! What?? Charms?? Ummm, think of this as a writers block kick start...it's coming ok.
Spike watched Willow's reflection in the mirrors that lined the walls of the club. It was great. Her expression kept changing from disgust to awe to intrigue. They were in the Hellfire Club, a well-known bondage club - especially to the vampire and demon population of LA. He didn't really know why he wanted to come here, especially with Willow - probably just for the shock factor and he was certainly getting that. Once they'd locked the laptop in the boot of the Desoto they had walked half a block to the back entrance of the club. Spike had merely vamped out and their admittance was granted free of the cover charge paid by the human patrons. Now, as Spike moved easily amongst the patrons, Willow was clinging to his arm. One hand firmly clutched at his while the other was twisted in the sleeve of his duster, her whole body was pressed into his arm. Spike checked out her reflection again and smirked - should anything happen she was going to rip his arm off.
Happily Spike continued their tour of the lower level of the club. Various acts were scattered about for the patrons' titillation and entertainment. Most of the acts consisted of various dominatrix, both female and male, taunting slaves and using them for blatant sexual satisfaction in front of the crowds. Some of the more bizarre acts included a guy being wrapped in plastic, a small opening left for him to breathe, his genitals were exposed and he was suspended from the ceiling - his mistress was moving him about by light chains attached to nipple rings. There were women chained in cages, men naked and collared like dogs, dominatrix wearing leather cat suits and masks - anything and everything of the bizarre world of torturous sex could be found in the various acts scattered about the floor of the club. Whips, candles and chains were a major theme in all the acts.
After an hour of wandering amongst the noise and the crowds Spike decided to move upstairs. Willow still clung to his arm, although her earlier look of sheer horror had long ago been replaced by fascination. Again a small growl and show of his game face gained them access to the stairs and he led her to the upper level. It was quieter and softly lit with candles. A small raised stage was set up in the middle of the room, it held an A frame with a man chained to it - he was being whipped by a busty blonde - the rest of the room consisted of various sofas, love seats and chairs as well as two pool tables and a bar. Spike sat them down on a couch and the barman bought them complementary shots of tequila. Sipping his drink Spike scanned the room, there were only a few couples mostly involved in heavy petting while watching the performance on the stage. A few of the clubs girls hung around in the shadows, making him a silent offer with their eyes. He shifted on the couch as he took in the merchandise the club had to offer.
"So," squeaked Willow, finally releasing his hand. "Do you come here often?"
"Nah, just a bit of entertainment." Spike finished his drink and started to search his pockets for cigarettes. "Fancy it pet?"
"Oh, absolutely. You know, I've always wanted to be tied up and beaten," she said sarcastically. "I hear it's a great way to relieve stress."
Spike lit up his cigarette taking a long drag as he watched her face. It was flushed, her eyes were wide with wonder and her lips were moist from the drink she was sipping.
"Would you?" asked a male voice from beside them. Willow looked up in shock at a reasonably good-looking guy dressed in leather. "We're here for your pleasure."
Spike watched as her mouth moved but no words came out. The guy was obviously one of the performers - Spike knew the routine, they approached members of the audience and got them to play the games, be tied up and tortured to a pleasurable orgasm. It was what the Hellfire was known for.
"Well, pet? Unless of course you are too scared," Spike grinned at Willow, who was still doing an imitation of a goldfish. He turned his attention to the performer. "I don't think the little girl is interested mate."
"Hold on, I can make up my own mind thank you," said Willow, she wasn't about to have Spike tell her what she should do. "I'd love to...what do I have to do?"
"Nothing at all, we will see that your needs are met," the young man held out his hand, a seductive smile spreading across his lips. "My name's Channon."
"Hi, I'm Willow," she took his hand as he pulled her up off the couch. Smiling he led her toward the stage, explaining things as they went. She was told that foremost was her pleasure, that the frame and everything else were just props and that anytime she wanted to stop, whenever she felt uncomfortable with what was going on she just had to say the safety word that they agreed on.
Spike watched as Willow moved away from him, idly wondering if Angel ever found out about this if he would follow through with his threat. He picked up Willow's abandoned drink and sipped it, rolling the taste around his mouth. She had no idea what she had just agreed to, he knew she wouldn't be able to handle anything major. Catching Channon's attention he motioned for him to come to him.
"Yes?" he asked standing in front of Spike. Willow watched from the side of the stage.
"Don't mark her. No cuts, no bruising, no burns - just make her cum," Spike instructed. Channon shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
"Well that's not we're about..."
"Mark her and you die," Spike growled. Channon nodded in silent understanding before going back to Willow.
Spike watched as Willow was led up to the frame. Soft black silk scarves replaced the chains and Channon tied another scarf around her eyes as a blindfold. Leaning back against the couch Spike smiled as the silk shirt she wore was abandoned, she tried to cover her breasts with her hands only to have Channon step in close and whisper to her. Her arms were raised, caught by the scarves and her ankles were similarly tied leaving her spread eagle. Channon slowly began to massage her shoulders, calming away her fears, his hands soothingly stroking her back. Once she was relaxed he moved around to the front of her bound form and grabbed an ice cube to trace patterns on her naked breasts, teasing the nipples until they were rock hard before moving the ice down to her stomach and naval. He continued his slow torture until the ice had melted completely.
Willow's head was hanging low, her whole attention focused on what this man was doing to her. His voice was soothing and seductive, telling her how hot she was making him, how everyone in the room wanted her, how her boyfriend was getting turned on seeing her tied up. Willow couldn't even think rationally enough to set him straight about Spike. She didn't really care. Another ice cube replaced the other one, still teasing her aching nipples and breasts. She could feel a hand stroke her thigh, firmly working its way up until it was rubbing against the fork of her leather pants. Willow groaned low in her throat. The constant murmur of Channon's voice, his hot breath against her neck and ear, and the delightful pressure of his hand between her legs took her where Oz hadn't. With a small moan she came, twisting her hands against her bonds and pushing hard against Channon. He continued to talk to her, letting her gather her wits.
"Do you want more Willow?" he asked her softly.
Suddenly Willow froze. Panic hit her, she had just let an absolute stranger masturbate her to an orgasm, in front of other strangers...worse still in front of Spike.
"No, NO!" she started to pull hard against the scarves, trying to free herself. She suddenly felt humiliated. Any thoughts of a safety word completely flew out of her head as blind panic hit her. "Let me go, please!"
"Okay, Willow just calm down for me. Can you do that?" Channon wasn't too concerned, he'd seen people do this before. It was actually a pretty common reaction, especially from first timers. He wasn't concerned until he saw Spike striding toward him. "Fuck."
"Let me go!" screamed Willow, hysteria creeping into her voice.
"Sshh, pet. Stop struggling," Spike said as he started to release her wrists. He had her shirt back on and tied just as Channon released her ankles. Willow yanked the blindfold off and glared at Spike before turning away and darting down the stairs.
Silently Spike swore to himself and followed her fleeing figure. It was rather hard with the throbbing erection he had from watching her. The performance had been nothing, couldn't even be called bondage but it got her off and that was what she needed. Unfortunately he hadn't realised the effect it would have on him.
"Too long, too long," he chanted to himself as he worked his way through the crowds and willed his body to stop acting like some over sexed schoolboy.
He found her sitting on the side of the bonnet of the Desoto, arms crossed and a pout on her lips. She looked adorable. There were no tears, which he took as a good sign - he had expected to find her in a sobbing heap. Smiling he sauntered over to her. She glanced up and frowned.
"I don't believe I was so stupid to let you trick me into doing that," her voice was tinged with anger. "I hate you."
"Come on, Willow. Admit it, you loved every moment of it." Spike smirked at her, standing between her legs and placing a hand either side of her arse on the cars bonnet. "I can smell it from here."
"You're disgusting you know that? Just because you're a vampire who gets off on that sort of thing doesn't mean that everyone else does!" Willow said in defence. His legs were brushing against her inner thighs, making her flesh tremor. Breaking eye contact she glanced down at her hands only to be alarmed at how close they were to Spike's groin. <If I flexed my fingers they'd be touching his...oh, oh, bad thought.> She moved her hands to rest behind her as she inched away from Spike and his groin. Pulling her legs up she stood up on the bonnet of his car, defiantly looking down at him. "But you are the only one who isn't having sex so I guess you'd get turned on by anything - probably came in your pants."
Smiling at her own wit, Willow turned and started to walk across the bonnet of the car. She was shocked when she felt his hands grab her waist, turning her and forcing her face down on the roof of the car. Spike grabbed her hands, bringing them down and pressing them against the windscreen he bent over her, resting his hips against her, his feet firmly planted between hers on the bonnet.
"I wasn't the one who came in my pants, pet. I believe that was you." He practically purred in her ear. Smiling he could hear her gasping for breath. "All that sweetness spread over leather - I'd love to taste that."
Keeping hold of her hands he dropped to his knees, her leather clad ass in front of his face. He ran his nose and chin across one cheek and then the other before lightly biting each buttock. Closing his eyes he lost himself in the aroma of Willow and leather - he had never smelt anything so sweet in his life. Rubbing his cheek against her bottom, slowly working his way down until his face was buried between her thighs. He let his teeth drag along the leather, his tongue tracing a path along the seam; she quivered and moaned lightly. Releasing her hands he gripped her thighs and pulled her hips back from the windscreen so he could move further between her legs. Any rational thought he may have been clinging to since they left the club vanished. He could smell her arousal, her juices from her earlier orgasm had permeated the leather, and he could taste her.
His fingers massaged her leather bound thighs as he tried to pull her closer. His teeth were savagely dragging across the leather, opening his mouth wide he took as much as he could and sucked against it, trying to drown in her taste. Pushing his mouth against her in a steady rhythm one of his hands moved to stroke her leather covered ass.
"Spike," Willow breathed, her mind shattering at the sensations he was creating. Her chest and head were still resting on the roof of the car, her hard nipples ached against the cool metal, and she bought her hands up to lay flat either side of her head. She moved her hips against his mouth wanting more.
Spike could taste her and it was driving him to distraction. The leather was slick with his saliva and her juices. Pulling her further back from the windscreen he crawled from between her legs, mouthing his way up the leather pants until he touched hot flesh. Finding her navel his tongue darted out and circled it before licking it, delighting in the taste of her salty flesh. He stood up, forcing her to stand also, swaying unsteadily on her feet. One of his arms encircled her waist while the other hand found it's way under the shirt, his fingers brushing over her hard nipples and swollen breasts. As a moan left her lips he sat back on the roof and claimed her lips.
<He tastes like leather.> It was Willow's last thought as she surrendered to him, his mouth, his lips, and his tongue. Grasping the back of his neck she let her body fall onto his, lifting one leg to kneel on the roof she pushed her hips against his. Feeling his throbbing erection she moaned into his mouth and her other hand found the small of his back, pulling him to her.
Spike struggled with the buttons on her pants finally getting them open. As his fingers delved into the combined heat of Willow and leather he moaned at her wetness. Breaking the kiss he pushed her away so he could grab the waist of her pants and pulled them down around her ankles. Catching her eyes he saw a look of shock and lust. He spun her around and forced her back onto the roof of the car and stepped between her leather-shackled feet. Claiming her mouth again he freed his cock and rubbed it against her slick slit. He moaned as he felt her arms encircle his waist while her legs wrapped around his thighs. Breaking the kiss Willow looked at Spike, her eyes full of lust.
"Spike," she demanded rubbing against him. "Fuck me."
Spike grinned; he knew an invitation when he heard one. The word fuck hadn't even left her lips when he thrust deep into her, causing her to shriek. He moaned and shuddered at the feel of her tight hot passage. Clenching his jaw he slowly pulled back out before thrusting deep again. One of his arms circled her waist while the other supported part of his weight on the roof of the car. Moaning, he thrust deep and rhythmically. He could feel her moving beneath him, her breath coming in pants, her body slick with perspiration. His mouth wandered from her neck to her face to her mouth as he continued to thrust. He lost himself in the tight feel of her, her intoxicating smell and the sweet sounds that were coming from her mouth. Once again he thought it had been too long as he felt his balls tighten, his body screaming for release. Moving his hand down between them he found her clit and twisted it - her reaction was immediate with her pelvis slamming into his, her head rolled back on the roof of the car and she screamed his name. The sound of his name on her lips drove him into his climax. Burying his head in the crook of her neck he rocked gently against her shuddering body, prolonging their pleasure. Still buried deep within her, he listened to her laboured breath and enjoyed the feeling of her arms and legs wrapped around him.
<Bloody hell,> rational thought returned to Spike, it was like hitting a brick wall. <I just fucked the witch - I'm going to be staked!> He moaned into her neck and felt her muscles twitch around him. <But it was worth it.>