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Floor-
AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Beauty & the Beast
PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of delicious yums!)
WARNING: a little violence,
bloodplay and death- as well mild female/female & spike/female
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters.
NOTE : Takes place after season
three of Buffy, but before season four.
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THE
PALACE: 3RD FLOOR
Okaaaaay...
I'm too tired to argue, so I don't. I walk back to the bedroom and lie down,
wondering what he's got planned.
I walk in
and she's just laying there- trembling. She's actually trembling.
Either
that or she's shivering.
"You
cold?"
Damn.
I didn't even notice I was trembling. But that *is* my typical pre-orgasm
reaction. And no need to lie about it. He knows how much I want to come,
already. "No," I reply.
"Well-
I really don't think you're gonna be in any position to go to that thing
today," I say.
"We're
going to play another game," I announce as I run a finger up arm.
Okay,
just for the record, *that* was a shiver.
And
for some reason, the thought of missing the commercial shoot where I get pawed
and groped (all for the sake of the commercial of course) doesn't upset me that
much. "I guess I could call and tell them I'm sick," I reply. And I
hope that sounded reluctant, rather than agreeable.
"Seriously,
you're in no shape to go- and you certainly won't be after the game." I
hand her the cellphone.
I
dial my 'agent's' number from memory. And the term agent should be used loosely
when speaking about that man. He's the one who offered to get me that horror
movie part if I 'made him very very happy.' Why am I still using him? I don't
know. I got too used to being treated like trash, I guess.
"Marty?
It's CC. I'm coming down with something, so I'm not going to make it to the
beer commercial." I roll my eyes and sigh as he starts in on me.
"What the fuck EVER. I'm not being a primadonna, asshole. And it's not
like the director can't find another pretty girl for his stupid commercial. Now
be a good boy and call him for me okay?" I end the call before he can
reply.
"Done,"
I say. "Now, you said something about a game. But you *do* remember I'm
sore, don't you?"
I kiss
her quickly and say, "Oh yeah- this game is especially designed for that
very fact. It's called 'Making Cordelia come without penetration'.
Interested?"
And note
to self: kill agent.
"Sure."
Was that too eager? Probably, but I don't care. "I'm willing to try new
things." He gives me a skeptical look, and I know he's expecting me to
take it back, given how I didn't want him to fuck me up the ass.
But I
don't. Take it back, that is.
"The
aim of the game is to see if I can make you pass out and there's only two
rules. Cordelia's the queen. And make her come."
I pull
the bottle out of my pocket and glare at her. "Do you know there are five
different areas, aside from the vagina area, that will make a woman ready to
pop? And that stimulation of those areas is often *not* enough to push her
over?"
She looks
at me a bit strangely. "I was also a sex therapist for a week and a half.
A century of doing this and you learn things."
"So
you tell me when you wanna come and we'll see about hitting those five
spots."
"*When*
I want to come?" is my response. I thought the fact I was unable to sleep
*because* I wanted to come was obvious.
"Do
you not understand English? Did I start talking demon? 'Cause I do that
sometimes..."
I
sigh. Either I'm missing something, or he is. "I *want* to fucking come,
Spike. Since three HOURS ago." There. And if I'm missing something, he now
knows he needs to elaborate.
"Now,
now. Or do I have time for a little build up?"
I
whimper. "At this point, I don't care what you do, just do
*something*!" I beg. "Please!" I add, just so he hopefully won't
think I'm being too pushy.
"Do
you watch Ally McBeal?"
I
blink at him a couple of times. Okay, he's also more up with popular culture
than Angel. "No, why?"
Oh- there
goes the build up. I guess we'll move right in for the kill.
Her body
should be just about humming after those truffles.
It really
does help to have magical connections (thank you, Dru) in almost any part of
the world.
And
she'll certainly love this stuff even better. The witch calls it magic
fingers... I call it- hello, shagging her ass!
I pour
five drops of lotion on each hand as I continue, "Well, there this thing a
few seasons ago- where the one lawyer knew of this special place that when
stimulated would give enormous amounts of pleasure."
I massage
the lotion into my hands and it's a nice slick feeling when I place my hand on
her shin and slide it under her legs. Yeah- I can feel the truffle powder
underneath her skin. My hand on it should just about make her orgasmic.
"And it's called the knee-pit."
I slowly
move my hands under her knee and place my finger over the nerve that when
stimulated...
I rub
small circles over the spot and can practically see the added magic of the
lotion and powder in her body under her skin forming circles on her skin.
Then, I
cover her mouth with mine because I want to swallow her moans of pleasure.
I feel
her tongue against mine when I plunge my finger against that spot.
I
scream, the sound muffled by his mouth against mine. Shit. Oh god. Why didn't
*I* ever know that spot was so... FUCK! sensitive?
I
moan and buck up against him, whimpering when his cock brushes against my sex.
Fuck. I want him inside, but I bet it would be hard to enjoy it enough. I
whimper as he increases the pressure of his fingers on the skin under my knee.
I didn't think he *could* make me come without penetration. I should've known
better than to doubt him, though, because I'm *really* close, now
I keep
running circles around this one spot. This is 'all about raising energy' is
what she said the first time I did this. But I've never shared this with a
human... so I'm not quite sure the same energy will be raised. That little
plunge used to send Dru over every time. Of course she also has the brain of a
three year old.
I can
feel the circle (that I've been rubbing around that spot) start to raise out of
her skin a bit... and I feel the powder oozing out of her skin here a bit. Just
a little... but enough to let me know she's close.
So- I
thrust two fingers straight to the center of the circle and feel them actually
enter her flesh and go directly to the nerve that runs up to the pleasure
center.
"FUCK!"
I scream, into his mouth as I come, thrashing and moaning and whimpering. Shit.
And oh my god. And I'm keeping him around for a *very* very long time.
My
inner walls contract against nothing, and I whimper from the discomfort caused
by my muscles working. I wrap my free leg around his hips and pull him to me,
needing to at least feel him pressing against me from the outside, which helps
a little. Just a little, but enough to keep me from screaming in pain.
It's
worse because I just keep coming, and I can't stop my muscles from convulsing.
Fuck. And I *almost* pass out from the intensity of the pleasure. But not
quite. I want to know what the other four spots are.
The magic
disappears as soon as it comes and her knee is back to normal. Yeah- I love
this stuff. It *could* get addictive. But I wanna show her a good time.
"I
seem to recall you were telling me you couldn't get off? And that this couldn't
be done? And then," I say as I kiss my way down her neck. "I believe
you were going to call me your Master and sing praises to me?"
"I
meant I couldn't get myself off, and ow, by the way," I reply. "I should've
known *you* could get me off." If he thinks I'm calling him Master or
anything remotely like that, he's going to be disappointed, though.
"Don't
*you* want to get off?" I ask, unfastening his jeans and taking his cock
in my hand. I need a few... hours? Days? After that last orgasm.
I bite my
bottom lip because I'm *way* too turned on and she's *way* to amazing- I inhale
sharply as her little hands move up and down a few times. "I can
wait," I say, although I have no idea *why* I say that. "We've still
got four more areas after all."
"Why
does it have to wait?" I ask, pushing his jeans down over his hips. Okay,
that's much better, that denim rubbing on me really hurt. "Unless you
can't concentrate well enough to work on making me come while I work on making
*you* come?" I tease.
"Oh-
I can. But that's not the game," I explain as I slide my hands over her
hot skin, massaging her as I go. She's practically trembling again.
"'Sides, I wanna be in my right mind when you finally pass out."
"R-right
mind for what?" I gasp as he kneads one of my breasts, I really like his
cool skin against mine. And damn him, he's turning me on. I scratch my nails
along his cock in revenge for making me start to throb inside again just when I
was finally starting to feel satisfied.
I chuckle
a bit and lean over to bite her nipple softly before saying, "To wake you
with my tongue."
I
whimper, because really, DAMN. The mental image alone is enough to get me
trembling. Or maybe that's the fact that he's sucking and biting my nipple. Or
it could be both.
I
pull my hand away from his and he groans. "What? You said you could
wait," I reply. "If you've changed your mind... I know *I* could
probably wait." And that's definitely the truth. Forget feeling
pleasure/pain. Too many more orgasms, and I think it's probably going to be
just *pain.*
"Pick
your pleasure, Pet," I tell her before taking the other nipple into my
mouth and teeth.
I massage
both breasts and her stomach... and just lower- her inner thighs. I love this
cream- I can feel all her energy soaking into my hands, radiating off her in
droves. It's amazing.
"Fuck,"
I moan, arching up against his touch. And this is where I tell him to stop,
right?
Right?
"ShitSpikeplease..."
Okay, maybe not.
I pull
away with a lascivious grin. "Thought you said you could wait," I say
slyly.
"I
*could* have, but not *now* after you've gotten me all turned on again," I
whimper.
"Hmm...
let's see," I grin and slide three fingers inside her. "You're right-
you *are* wet."
"SHIIIIT!"
I will not squeeze those fingers, that'll just make me even *more* sore.
Don't
squeeze, don't-- "SPIKE!" I scream when he massages that spot inside
me. My muscles start convulsing around him and that really hurts.
"Stop," I gasp.
Ohshit. I
forgot.
Well- I
didn't *forget* as much as ignored. And the little bit of fear and pain mixed
in with her scent now is just- bloody intoxicating.
I kiss
her pretty mouth before hopping up quickly. I did remember when I was on the
phone and that's why I had *this* delivered. I pull the small tube of powder
out from the bag and walk back over to the bed.
"Spread
your legs wide, Luv," I say as I crawl up the bed.
I
moan and say, "Why don't you show me those other spots that will make me
come?" That would at least give my poor muscles inside some time to
recover from a serious amount of over-use.
"*You*
know," I say as I take her thighs and start opening them, "And *I*
know- that one more come and you'll be screaming bloody murder. Not that I wouldn't
enjoy it- but... I'd rather having you screaming murder in ecstasy, rather than
excruciating pain. Now open up."
Oh.
He wants to make it better, rather than torture me more. No... let me revise
that. He wants to make it better, *so* he can torture me more. But okay, given
the choice of enjoying it or not, I'll go with the option that gives me *less*
pain.
I
stop fighting his hands and spread my thighs apart, whimpering as a *whole*
bunch of muscles scream at me in protest.
"Shhh,"
I say and- what the hell...
I'm
*purring* for her now?! When the hell did *that* become something I'd share?!
And I
growl and try to stop it, but it doesn't work.
Well,
fuck.
It seems
to soothe her a bit- or freak her out, but either way she's not whimpering.
I twist
the top and begin to sprinkle it over her. "Sorry, Luv, but you really
have to open wide."
And then,
without warning her, I really push down on one of her thighs with one hand,
which opens her even further. I sprinkle more powder into her cunt.
I don't
want to use it *all*... but I want to use *enough*.
I just
hope it doesn't itch or cause her more pain. Not that I'm opposed to the
causation of pain- it's just that... I don't want her in that kind of pain. Not
her.
I
whimper as he spreads my thighs further apart. "Shit." I know he's
trying to help, which is why I'm not trying to scratch his eyes out. I try to
relax my muscles, to make it less painful, but there doesn't seem to be much
hope of making that happen? I really hope this stuff works, because he's right,
otherwise I am going to be in serious pain if he makes me come again.
Okay-
that's good. I can see the skepticism and curiosity in her eyes.
I slide
two fingers around her clit as I start to work the powder into her pink skin.
"Dru's got a bunch of mystical friends all over the place. A major hot
spot for mystics and the like is L.A. There's a large clientele here. This is a
healing powder that reacts with your body. If you had a gut that was gushing
blood and you massaged this into the cut with the blood- it would work with the
blood and make the cut close and heal quicker. *Really* quicker. The first time
we had this- we went out and-"
Well- she
doesn't wanna know how we tested it. But we-
"Played
with it and each other. So- by massaging it into your quim with your cum, I
figure it'll heal your sex parts, for lack of a better word. It should be
pretty quick, once I get it all activated."
Sounds
like some chemistry experiment with her cunny- but whatever works and makes her
able to take my cock inside her again is *fine* with me.
I
continue to work her and slide fingers inside her to start massaging her
passage. "Guess you'll get that massage after all."
I
whimper as he pushes two fingers inside me again. "Better work
quick," I gasp, because ow. And now I'm back to chanting, 'Don't squeeze'
to myself, repeatedly.
But I
think it's not hurting as much as it did... or that could be wishful thinking
on my part. And I'm not going to want to test that theory too soon. Not that he
wouldn't be able to persuade me to, though. So far tonight, he's gotten
everything - well *almost* everything - he's asked me for.
"Just
try to make it feel good, Luv," I tell her. I know- easy for me to say
when I've never had an abused cunt- but... I've *been* one. Does that count?
"The
wetter you can make it- the sooner the stuff will be moved around and the
easier it will be for my fingers. So just try touching those titties of
yours... better yet, tell me what you'd have done with my cock had I not turned
on the tele..."
I
moan and continue the internal chant of 'Don't squeeze!' as I think about his
question. "Well, you never got to find out just how long I can
deep-throat," I say. I smile when he moans softly.
"But I've never had a guy
hold it after I started finger-fucking him. So maybe you should give *me* some
ideas for later," I suggest. And okay, I just got wetter at the thought of
sucking him off later. *That's* *never* happened before, probably because until
I met Spike I've never actually *wanted* to do it. I just did it because I
thought it was what good girlfriends did.
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