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I pull the gate closed and head down the stairs in the dark. Half way down I hear things smashing and male shouting. I sigh in pity for Spike. Yeah okay so I didn’t particularly like him before he had the chip implanted in his brain, although he was super attractive, but the way he’s suffering now is horrible. Don’t get me wrong, it’s great that he can’t kill any humans anymore but most of our enemies at the moment seem to BE human and he feels useless that he can’t help or protect me. The final straw today was he realised he couldn’t bite me during sex, drink from me whilst we orgasm, which is something we BOTH loved.
I walk into his ‘home’, aka crypt, and just manage to avoid a cup that is thrown at the wall by my head. He stops looking slightly worried that he almost hit me but then his anger takes over again and he continues to smash everything although he never aims anything anywhere near me.
After about five minutes I’m bored of his temper tantrum so I head over to the large bed, stripping naked as I go. I keep the bag I brought with me in my hand. I crawl onto the bed on my hands and knees and I notice that there’s now complete silence in the room. I crawl up to the pillows and turn over on my back. I look at Spike who is completely riveted by my body now.
“What are you doing Love?” He asks slowly.
“I thought we could test your new limits. See what you can get away with and what you can’t.” I say seductively, tapping the bag I left at the foot of the bed with my toe.
He frowns curiously and then picks the bag up, looking through the items. He looks at me and raises an eyebrow.
“You actually thought this was a good idea?! Showing me that I can’t do ANYTHING I like to do anymore!” He yells, pissed at me.
“I think it’s an EXCELLENT idea.” I whisper back with a smirk, running my hand down my body.
“Oh you do, do you? Find out just how castrated I’ve been yeah? Find out if you should find someone new before you waste too much time?” He demands, trying to ignore my hand that’s now rubbing my clit.
“Maybe I am.” I moan, trying to press his buttons.
He growls and grabs my ankles, pulling me down the bed towards him. He straddles me and pins my hands above my head.
“I’ll show you how much I can still wreck your body you little slut!” He growls angrily at me.
I just grin at him confidently. He growls again and turns to grab the bag. He pulls out some rope and ties it round my wrists then ties it to the headboard. He leans down and gently presses his lips against mine. I moan and open my mouth to him and he plunges his tongue inside. I raise my head trying to deepen the kiss but Spike wraps my hair in his hand and yanks it, pulling my head back at an angle.
We both hesitate for a second, wondering if his chip is going to kick in at the hair pulling. When it doesn’t he kisses me harder, ravishing my mouth wildly whilst holding my head in place with his grip on my hair. After a minute he sits back up and grabs the gag from my bag. He ties it in place and then starts kissing down my neck. He reaches a sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder and he bites down. He bites harder and harder until he throws himself back, clutching his head.
“So I can bite enough to leave a mark but not enough to break the skin.” He says after a moment.
He leans back down and bites the other side of my neck. I moan into the gag and arch up until Spike pulls back, releasing my skin with a pop. He sits back up and runs his nails down my stomach digging them in harder and harder as he goes. He manages to draw blood without the chip activating and he grins. He leans down to the bloody scratches and licks the blood up, tensing as he expects the chip to kick in.
It doesn’t and he moans, continuing to lick up the blood from the light scratches. Once all the blood is gone he tries scratching deeper but the chip kicks in so he has to stop until the pain in his head subsides. I just lay there unable to try to ease his pain as I’m tied and gagged. All I can do is look at him with sympathy.
“Pitying me are you? Well don’t, Love. It’s you that shall be pitied when I’m done with you.” He growls still pissed off.
I whine through the gag and he smirks. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a small flogger that I bought. He moves to the side of me and turns me over onto my stomach. Without any warning he brings the flogger down on my thighs and I try to cry out and wriggle away but the gag stops the sound and spike pins me in place with a hand on my back. He laughs when the chip doesn’t affect him and brings the flogger down again.
I don’t know how many times he flogs my back, ass and thighs. By the time he’s finished I’m sobbing into the mattress, finding it hard to breathe through the gag in my mouth. I’m also sopping wet, I can feel my juices dripping between my thighs. My clit is throbbing with arousal and my pussy feels so empty it aches.
He drops the flogger to the floor and removes my gag. He turns me back over and I whimper at the pain from my welts rubbing against the quilt. He hesitates again but this time I know it’s because he’s waiting to see if I’m going to use my safe word. I moan and buck my hips to show him I’m fine and he smiles. He runs his hand up my thigh and slides a finger through my folds. I moan at the light contact and he pulls his hand away, lifting his finger in the air so I can see it coated in wetness.
He puts his finger in his mouth and sucks it clean, making me groan and arch. He smiles at me as he slowly runs his fingers up my thigh and pushes two fingers into my pussy and I gasp in ecstasy at finally being filled up. I start thrusting my hips to meet his hand but he suddenly pulls his hand away again.
I whine and my eyes fly open to see why just as he forces his fingers into my mouth, making me suck them clean. He pulls his fingers out after a few seconds and reaches into the bag again. This time he pulls out the blindfold and ties it round my head. I can’t see anything but I hear him rummaging through the bag and I feel a knot of apprehension curl in my stomach. I jump when I feel his hand slide along my stomach.
“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you. No idea what I’m going to use.” He whispers into my ear, making me shiver.
“Spike!” I gasp as I feel something hard and cold run down my side.
I feel it dig into one of the scratches slightly and I cry out realising what it is. It’s a very small but very sharp knife. Just as it pierces my skin I hear Spike groan and I know the chip has activated. I hold my breath and stay as still as possible, not wanting him to accidentally stab me. The knife moves away and the blindfold is ripped off as Spike growls in frustration and hopelessness.
“I told you! Didn’t I? All this has done is show how useless I am for you now! Most of the things you really enjoy, I can’t do anymore!” He yells angrily.
He drops the knife and blindfold on the ground and kneels between my legs. Spike grabs my hips and lifts them then pounds his cock into me in one go. I scream his name and wrap my legs round his waist. He begins to pound into me, pissed enough that he doesn’t seem to care how rough he’s being. He does care though. He’s that strong he could break me in half but he’s only fucking me hard enough to bruise my cervix, just the way I like it.
I feel the pressure building in my stomach but I won’t cum until Spike says I can. He has a bruising grip on my hips and I know I’m going to be marked as his by the morning. He groans as his rhythm becomes more erratic and I clench my pussy walls around his cock as he thrusts in and out. He shouts and glares at me, knowing exactly what I’m doing. He leans down and bites on my neck again and I scream his name, pulling against my restraints.
“Cum for me. Scream my name so the whole world knows you’re mine!” He grounds out between clenched teeth.
“Make me.” I groan, tightening my pussy even more.
Spike growls and I can see he almost brings forth his vamp face but he stops just in time. He pulls out and I whine. He tosses me over to my stomach and grabs my hips again. He plunges into me, pinning my head down on the mattress so my ass is sticking up like a bitch in heat. He begins to pound into me again, this time against my g-spot. He grinds himself against me as he thrusts and I’m soon panting helplessly.
“Cum!” He growls.
“No.” I moan desperately trying to hold back.
He laughs and then I feel one hand scratch against the welts from the flogger earlier whilst the other slaps down on the welts on my ass at the same time. I scream his name as I fall over the edge. My vision goes black and I feel like I’m floating as my orgasm crashes down on me. I’m vaguely aware of Spike calling my name as he spills inside me with one last hard thrust.
When I come back round my wrists are untied and Spike is carefully rubbing a soothing lotion into the welts on my back, ass and thighs. I moan slightly at the feel of his hands and he stops, looking at me smugly.
“So, still going to replace me, Love?” He asks smugly.
“Never.” I grin at him.
He lays next to me on the bed but I can see there’s still a little bit of sadness in his eyes. Whilst he cleans his hands I grab the knife from the floor and cut a shallow wound down my arm. I want it to bleed but not make me bleed to death or scar. Spike turns with a look of shock as he smells my blood.
“What the hell are you doing?” He demands slowly.
“Letting you feed.” I reply with a shrug.
“What?”
“I figured if you can lick the blood from the scratches maybe you can drink the blood from a cut I make myself.” I say.
He walks over to me, looking like I’m the most precious thing in the world, and kneels in front of me. He holds my arm and places his mouth over the wound. He drinks and drinks, moaning in pleasure and catching me when I weaken slightly. After a little while his chip kicks in and he has to pull back. He smiles at me whilst he carries me to the bed. He bandages my arm and then curls round me on the bed, wrapping me in his arms.
“I love you.” He whispers in my ear.
“I love you too.” I whisper back, glad I could cheer him up.