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Pairing: Spike/Dawn |
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Judges' Comment: This extremely well written short will make you quiver with its dirtybadwrongness. The author has flawlessly created a sensual haze that wraps around the reader, leaving you breathless and your body tingling. It’s a testament to the brilliance of this short fic that I am not a fan of the Spike/Dawn pairing and still couldn’t resist this amazing piece. |
Daddy's Girl
by
Darkling Dawns
Part One
Sunnydale was sweltering in the middle of a heat wave, and the Summers household was no exception. Dawn sought some relief with a cool shower before bed, but even that wasn't much help. She turned the fan in the window on as high as it would go before stretching out on the bed with a sigh of relief when bare skin met semi-cool sheets. She wiggled down into the mattress, closing her eyes and waiting for sleep.
But sleep didn't come. Dawn rolled over, first onto her side and then her stomach, seeking that comfy sleep spot that seemed to delight in eluding her. After half an hour of tossing and turning, she was no closer to falling asleep, and the twisting against the sheets was leaving her frustrated in a very different way. Well, maybe that would help her sleep.
Dawn flipped over onto her back, kicking the sheet down to her waist. She closed her eyes, letting her mind drift back to the cute guy she'd been flirting with at the Bronze last weekend. He'd kissed her and it had been nice, if not exactly the life-changing experience she'd thought. But in her imagination, the kisses grew more urgent, leaving her weak and dizzy when he pulled back and she looked into keen blue eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.
Her hands had been lying on her stomach but now she moved them up to cup her breasts, imagining that it was his hands, his fingers that flicked over her nipples, drawing them tight. She moaned when she thought about him kissing her and touching her, and the heat began to build low between her legs. One hand left her breast to slide down under the sheet, her legs parting automatically, eager for the pleasure she knew was coming.
The fantasy was beginning to get slightly fuzzy, even though she knew it wouldn't be if it were real. He had experience, would show her everything she needed to know, even if she couldn't imagine a lot of those things now. She knew all the clinical details, but what would it feel like, to have his hand between her legs, or his mouth on her breasts, or to feel his thing pushing against her? She thought about those eyes burning hot for her as she began to finger her clit. The first touch was electric and she gasped, then began to roll her hips up to meet her hand. With her eyes closed and her climax drawing near she could almost pretend that it was his hand, getting her ready to-
A low, choked sound made Dawn's eyes fly open. She sat up, already yanking the sheet up to cover her breasts. Spike stood in the doorway, one hand clutching the edge of her bedroom door. He was staring at her, his body held tense and alert, and she panted, struggling to bring herself back under control. The darkness made it impossible to see his face, just the outline of his body, and for a long minute they held still, frozen in an odd tableau.
Finally Spike moved, but instead of retreating, he came forward into the room and shut the door behind him! Dawn whimpered softly and in an instant he was right beside her. “Shhh, pet, don't mean to scare ya. Just wanted to say goodnight, 's all.“
Dawn was never more glad of darkness, because it hid the blush that had to be covering her from toes to hairline right now. “Well, next time you could knock, you know?“
“Did knock, pet. You didn't answer an' then I heard-“
“Oh.” Her voice was soft, so small it was barely there, but she knew he heard when he said, “Yeah, oh,“ and stroked her hair.
“Don't need to be embarrassed, luv. 'S a natural thing, shows you're aware of your body an' what it needs.“
“I know. They went over all the sex stuff with us in health ed two years ago, Spike.“
“Didn't tell you about how it feels, though, did they? How it can leave you achin' an' breathless, hot an' needy?“ His voice was a low purr, sultry and soft like it was made of velvet.
Dawn wanted to crawl inside that voice, wrap it around her and never come out. She found herself shaking her head slowly until she realized that he might not be able to see her and whispered a breathy, “No, they didn't.“
Spike's hand slid from her hair down to her shoulder, stroking her upper arm. It was at once soothing and maddening, easing her embarrasment while it also made her want that touch somewhere else. She whimpered again. “It's all right, sweetheart. I can help, take some of that ache away if you want.“
Was this some kind of vampire magic? She nodded frantically and strong hands eased her down onto the mattress as he said, “Lay back.“ The sheet was drawn back down to her waist and Spike's hands slowly moved to touch her breasts. Her nipples tightened in a rush, her back arching to press up harder into his touch and she moaned.
“Been growing up. Didn't notice for a while an' then I convinced myself I shouldn't be lookin', but I saw it all the same. So pretty here, got a nice little handful an' look how responsive you are. Makes me dizzy, wantin' to taste it, put my mouth on you here,“ he plucked at her nipples, earning a gasp and then one hand slid down between her thighs before she could think to stop it. “An' here.“
One finger stroked her and Dawn clamped her thighs together against his hand. She didn't know what was going on-she wanted this, wanted more, even, but it was frightening at the same time. “Open up for me, luv. That's it, that's a good girl. Daddy's gonna give his baby girl what she needs but you gotta let me in, yeah?“
Daddy. Oh, God. The word shot right through her, making her almost impossibly wet. It was so bad, so dirty and just plain wrong, but at the same time so hot that she thought she might scream. Dawn spread her legs and was rewarded when one long finger slid inside her. “Oh,“ she gasped. “That's-“
“Feels good, don't it?“ He moved his finger, slowly fucking her with it, watching her intently. When she raised her hips in a silent plea for more, he smiled. “Unh, unh, gotta tell me first. You like what I'm doin' to you, baby?“
She nodded frantically, mouth opening and closing several times in a struggle to say something before she managed to get out, “Like it. Sooooo good.“
“Fuck, gonna burn me alive, pet.” He added another finger and began to move faster, pumping them in and out of her, his thumb sliding through the slick folds to circle around her clit, not actually making contact yet. “Such a hot little girl, openin' like that for Daddy. Gonna scream for me when you come, luv? Let Daddy know how much you like what he's doin' to you?”
She writhed, hands clutching the sheets, her world narrowing to Spike's hands, his voice and the rapid pistoning of his fingers. There was something about hearing him call himself Daddy that sent her nearly through the roof with need. Heat crawled over her body like a live wire, and she began to gasp, words pouring of their own volition from her mouth, “Ohhh, please Daddy, more Daddy.”
“Yeah, that's it, come for me, baby girl. Wanna watch my girl when she creams all over my hand. Lemme have it, sweetheart, let go an' come for me.” He flicked her clit with his fingernail as he spoke and the words mixed with the action to send her over the edge, her body drawn tight like a bow, legs snapping together against his hand to hold him there as she rode out her orgasm. A soft keening wail broke free, a high-pitched chant that she didn't recognize as words at first, “DaddyDaddyDaddyDaddyDaddyDADDYYYY!”
Spike continued to work his hand against her until the last drop of pleasure had been wrung from her and she collapsed back against the bed with a whimper, eyes already fluttering closed. Dawn never felt the vampire draw the sheet up and kiss her gently on the forehead before he slipped out of her room to find some relief for his painful hard on in the privacy of the bathroom.
Part Two
He was late tonight. Dawn pressed her thighs tightly together as she watched the door, waiting for the handle to turn, but it was taking longer than usual. He'd been coming into her room for three weeks now, slipping in like a ghost every night. He touched her, brought her pleasure that was better than she'd dreamed, then always left her when she was too dazed to stop him. Well, not tonight.
Once she'd gotten past the initial confession and awkwardness, Janice had been able to give her lots of help. Especially when Dawn fumbled around and finally blurted out the part about the 'Daddy' thing. Janice had just laughed and told her that lots of guys liked that game, then given her a few things to think about as to how she could turn it back on Spike. Her friend might not be the school slut, but she was definitely more experienced than Dawn in the ways of the world, and Dawn was determined to make the knowledge she'd gotten from their little lunchtime tutorial pay off.
The soft click of the door closing yanked her out of her thoughts and she looked over to see a shadow approaching the bed. They always started like this, with him stealing into her room like a thief in the night. He'd sit down on the edge of the bed, reach for the sheet, and then take her to Heaven and back with his hands... or at least, that's what he expected to do. Dawn had other plans.
She rose up onto one elbow and blinked, like she'd just been woken up. Remembering what Janice said about entering into the roles, she pitched her voice higher and softer than usual. "Daddy?"
Spike froze in his tracks when she called to him, the light sound of her voice making him harder than usual. She just sounded so innocent, and the image that brought up, of her screaming that word while she writhed on her sheets, made it that much hotter. He cleared his throat and said, "Yeah, baby, it's me."
"I had a bad dream and it scared me, Daddy," she whispered, trying not to laugh at the lines that Janice had suggested. "Can you tell me a story to make it better?"
So, the little minx wanted to try and join in the games, did she? He smiled and sank down onto the bed, only to gasp when she crawled over into his lap and curled up against him. She was naked just like always, and the heat from her skin started to soak through his clothes right away. He hadn't held her body against his since they'd started this, hadn't even really hugged her and with a sudden wrench he realized now how much he'd missed that.
Stroking her hair, he began softly, "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess, with long brown hair an' the sweetest blue eyes you've ever seen. She lived in a sunny valley, with all sorts of Disney animals to play with, but she didn't like them too much. Y'see, our princess liked the night, where other sorts of beasties roamed around."
Dawn squirmed in his lap and he moaned, briefly forgetting the story when her ass rubbed over his cock. Telling himself she didn't know what she was doing, he tried to continue. "There were lots of beasties in the land where the princess lived. Some of 'em were monsters, with claws an' teeth, but some weren't that bad. There was one, though, that was-" He broke off and hissed when she moved again. "Sweetheart, you gotta stay still if you want that story." And if he wanted to keep from coming in his pants.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm trying to, really I am, but there's something that keeps poking me." She turned her face into his shoulder so he wouldn't see her smile, and squirmed again.
"Here, why don't you get back on the bed an' I'll-" A hand had slid back to cover him and Spike broke off with a gasp.
She curved her hand around him through his jeans, squeezing lightly. "I found the poky thing," she announced, trying to sound proud of herself. "How come you have something so big and poky in your pocket, Daddy?"
Christ, but she was playing the game like a little pro! He groaned, unable to keep from pressing up into her hand. "That's not a poky thing, baby," he murmured. "It's Daddy's cock. You know what a cock is, luv?"
Dawn nodded, trying to look serious. "Jimmy told me. He said I could see his, but I didn't want to." Pausing, she tilted her head back to gaze up at him, widening her eyes for maximum effect. "Could I see yours instead, Daddy?"
Spike nodded slowly, wondering just when the hell she'd turned into a little Lolita that stole the whole show from him. He eased her back onto the bed, looking down at her with hot eyes. "Wanna see Daddy's cock, do you?" She nodded, and he made short work of button and zipper, then reached in to pull himself out.
Dawn's mouth went dry at the same time that her pussy flooded. She reached out without thinking, then stopped just before she touched him. "Can I touch it?" she breathed.
He swallowed, then stood up and shoved his jeans down to his thighs. Turning around, he stepped close to the bed and reached out, stroking a hand over her hair. "Go ahead, baby, touch me."
Hot little fingers skimmed along his length and when he groaned, she snatched her hand back. "I'm sorry, Daddy! I didn't want to hurt you." The words were coming easier now as she started to get lost in the game and the idea that she could make Spike sound like that with a tiny little touch.
"You didn't hurt me, Princess." Spike forced his eyes open, then took hold of her hand. "You know how Daddy touches you, when he makes it feel really good?" She nodded, color rising into her cheeks as the scent of her arousal grew stronger. "Felt like that, so good that Daddy couldn't keep quiet."
He led her hand back to his dick and wrapped it around him, then guided her up and down in the rhythm he liked. Dawn licked her lips, staring up at him with wide eyes as she watched him show her how to touch him. He felt hard in her hand, with only the smallest hint of softness in his skin, and she could see a drop forming at the very tip of his cock, where the wet head was emerging from the foreskin. She squeezed him a little, his hand falling away to leave only hers working over him.
Spike moaned, his head falling back as he gave himself over to her touch. She felt so good, hot and soft, and it was all he could do not to just fall on her and fuck her senseless right then. Without being aware of it, he began to move, his hips rocking into her touch until he was moving along with her, a low litany coming to his lips. "So fucking good, sweetheart, feels so good. Ohhhhh yeah, just like that. Little faster, baby, little harder, an' you're gonna make me-"
He pulled away from her before he could completely forget himself, her disappointed whimper almost undoing him. Trying to keep some kind of control over himself, he smiled down at her. "Didn't do anythin' wrong, baby. Felt too good, was all, needed to stop for a bit before somethin' happened."
"I wanna make you come, Daddy," she begged softly. Tearing her eyes away from his cock, she looked up and asked, "Please, Spike?"
Her earnest desire was too much for him. Spike grabbed her hand again and led it back to his shaft. She immediately started stroking him, hard and fast, and he knew he wasn't going to last long. "Fuck, baby, that's it. Feels so good. Yeah, squeeze Daddy's dick, stroke it just like- ahhhh, yeah, like that. Gonna make me come, sweetheart. You want that? Wanna make your Daddy come all you, hmm? Ohhh yeah, can tell you like that. Daddy's gonna make you come too, baby, make you scream for him when we- fuck, yeah!"
His cock swelled in her hand, hardening until she thought it had to be painful, and Spike bucked his hips into her grasp, then came in several long spurts of silky liquid. They spattered over her skin, leaving glistening trails on her breasts, droplets on her neck and a small puddle on the sheet as they lessened in strength. Dawn watched, transfixed by the way his hips thrust against her hand, how his dick twitched and jerked with each shot, amazed at the knowledge that she'd done that to him.
Before she had time to process anything else, a hand pressed her back against the bed as Spike climbed onto it with her. "Little girl wanted to play, did she?" he growled, but there was no real threat in his voice. His hand slid down between her legs, which parted for him automatically. "Shit, you're wet. Liked that, hmm? Liked watchin' Daddy get off?"
"Yes," she whispered, then moaned when a finger slid inside her. "Yeah, Daddy, loved it."
Spike slid a leg in between hers, starting to fuck her slowly with his finger. "Pretty baby, always so wet for me. Playin' big girl games, sweetheart. Gonna get yourself fucked one of these days, you keep that up."
A faint tingle of fear rose up at those words. Surely he didn't mean tonight? But on the heels of the fear came heat, and Dawn knew even if he did, she wouldn't object. "What if- ohhhh, what if I wanna get fucked?"
He drew in a sharp breath, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in circles even as he nudged her legs further apart. "Gonna fuck you one of these days, pet. Not now, though. Got another lesson for my little girl now."
She opened her mouth to ask what it was when he pressed down and she cried out instead, arching against his hand as an orgasm swept over her. Unlike other nights, though, he didn't stop when it passed, but kept his hand moving. She squirmed, surprised to find that she was even more restless now, even more needy than before. "Daddy... what's- I need-"
"Shhh, know what you need, baby girl." Spike shifted over her, moving between her legs until he was stretched out full-length over her. She could feel him pressed against her hip, already hard again, dampening her skin with the first few drops of his own excitement, and it only made her want more. He moved against her for a few strokes, then drew back, kneeling up over her.
Dawn mewled, and Spike reached up to tweak one nipple. "Shhh, luv. Gonna make you feel good. Daddy always takes care of his little girl, don't he?" His hand slid down to wrap around his cock as he parted her, holding her open for him. Looking down, his eyes darkened. "So fuckin' gorgeous. Gonna taste you there soon, baby, lick you up an' down an' make you scream for me."
"Daddy, please-" she begged, hands reaching up for him. Just when she thought she might die, Spike brought his cock against her, rubbing the tip against her clit. She bit her lip to hold back the squeal that threatened to burst out, amazed at how much more electric the sensation was than just his hand.
He stroked her with his cock, gaze darting back and forth between her tortured face and the tiny swelling clit that he could feel pulsing against him more and more with each light touch. When she was riding the edge, he pulled away, knowing that he couldn't watch that and not take her.
Dawn whined at the denial, but thankfully he didn't make her suffer long. Lining himself up against her, Spike stretched out again, covering her body with his. He was slightly cooler than she was and sweat-dampened like her, but she barely noticed, too lost in the feeling of a man's weight settling on her for the first time. He stilled, giving her a second to adjust, then slowly moved his hips, dragging his cock along her sex.
They both moaned, and somehow her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him closer. He licked her neck and sucked on her pulse point, the sensation sending sparks sizzling through her veins. "Daddy," she whispered brokenly. "I- ohhhh God, I want-"
"Wanna come, baby?" She nodded frantically and he lifted his head, then smiled down at her and began to move slowly. "You're so wet, can feel you soakin' my cock. Gonna make you come all over Daddy's cock, sweetheart, make you drench him with it. You like that?"
Her hands moved restlessly over his back and somehow she found her hips moving as well, picking up his rhythm. "Yeah," she whimpered. "Wanna come all over your cock, Daddy."
Spike stopped, but she was too far gone to keep still. He watched her face, his eyes darkening with need, and one hand stole over to cup a breast, fingers playing around her tightly drawn nipple. "That's it, baby. Show Daddy what you need, make yourself come. Wanna- ohhh fuck, like that, Princess. Can you feel it? Feel yourself need to come with that big hard cock pressin' against you?"
She nodded, humping up against him, his words pushing her higher and higher. Heat crawled up her legs, setting her on fire as she got closer to the orgasm that she so desperately needed while it was held just out of reach. "Daddy, yeah, please, God, feels sooooo good, Daddy. Gonna- ohhh, gonna come on your cock, gonna- Daaaadddyyyy!"
Hot liquid poured over him as she shook against him and Spike groaned, then thrust against her, coming in several hard bursts that left her ever stickier and wetter than before. He slumped down against her for a few seconds, then slowly drew back.
Giving her a gentle kiss, he murmured, "Wait right here, luv," then got up, pulled his jeans on, and made his shaky way out of the room. A minute or two later he reappeared, washcloth in hand, and slowly set about cleaning her up. She was asleep by the time he finished, lips curved in a small smile that spoke of dreams almost as pleasant as the reality had been. Spike kissed her forehead and whispered, "Night, Bit," then headed downstairs where his own very sweet dreams waited.
Part Three
"I'm going to Janice's!" Dawn yelled up the stairs, then opened and slammed the back door before anyone could reply. She slipped past the basement door as quickly as she could, creeping quietly downstairs. Willow wouldn't call for her for at least a couple hours, and Janice had promised to cover for her until dinnertime, so that gave her at least three hours before she had to go back to being sweet little Dawnie. It wasn't nearly enough time, but she'd take what she could get.
Especially when she was getting a starring role in her vampire's favorite fantasy. He'd told her about it last week, the images alone enough to send her over the edge, and she'd started gathering everything she needed the next day. She'd handed Spike the one thing he needed before she left that morning and told him she'd see him after school. The look in his eyes as surprise gave way to heat was enough to make her legs weak even now, so she could only imagine what the next few hours were going to do to her.
Shrugging off her backpack, she smoothed down her little checkered skirt and called out, "Daddy, I'm home!"
There was no answer, but she knew he had to be home. He was always there when she got home from school. Dawn frowned and opened her mouth to yell for him again when she heard a faint groan. "Daddy?" She listened for a few seconds, then headed in the direction of the sounds. They were coming from beyond the washer, near the little lounge area that had been set up a few months ago. Dawn turned the corner to go into the area, then stopped dead, eyes widening as she took in the sight before her.
Spike was lounging in his favorite easy chair with the TV on, but he was only half-watching whatever was on the screen. It would have been a familiar sight, except that she'd never seen him watch TV like this. His jeans were open, his hand slowly stroking his cock, both standing out against the black clothes he always wore. Dawn swallowed, feeling herself start to get wet as she watched. She was about to say something, let him know that she was there when she caught sight of the cloth in his right hand.
She knew that cloth, from the white cotton that always felt so soft against her skin to the little pink rosebuds that managed to make her feel pretty and girlish no matter what she was wearing over them. She flushed as she remembered what she'd done the last time she'd worn that particular pair of panties, how she'd started thinking of him and ended up sneaking off in the middle of history class to finger herself in a bathroom stall until she'd come. The panties had ended up soaked and she'd had to shove them in her backpack and go commando for the rest of the day. She'd tossed them in the laundry when she'd gotten home, but it looked like they hadn't stayed there.
The sight of those long fingers stroking the rosebuds the way they often stroked her breasts made her stomach tighten, and when Spike raised them to his face and took a deep breath, she barely kept herself from moaning along with him. His tongue darted out to lick the cloth and he shuddered at whatever he tasted there. He took another deep breath, then slowly lowered the panties to where his hand was slowly stroking his cock. Dawn thought she might faint when she saw him wrap the cloth around his erection; there was something about the sight of her girlish undies surrounding his dick that was almost unbearably erotic.
He squeezed himself, then started stroking himself again. Long, slow sweeps of his hand that left her mesmerized by the picture that he created. It was the very essence of primal male need and erotic power, and she couldn't think beyond the sudden need to watch him come. As if he heard her thoughts, Spike's hand slid down to grip the base of his cock and he started to fuck up into the panties, gliding over the cotton like he had her body just a few weeks ago.
God, much longer and she was going to have to forget about the play and just get herself off! Thankfully Spike seemed like he was getting fed up with the teasing as well, because he groaned and started moving faster, fucking his hand hard and fast, in short little stabs. Would he do that when he finally fucked her for real? She couldn't wait to find out.
Dawn waited until she could tell he was close, then gasped and said in a soft, high voice, "Daddy, what are you doing?"
His eyes snapped open, but he didn't stop, hand feverishly working his cock. Opening his mouth to say something, the words were snatched away when his dick pulsed and began to shoot. "Oh, FUCK!" Spike yelled, bucking up as he came like gangbusters. His shirt and the panties he held were soaked when at last he collapsed back against the chair, panting softly.
He didn't stay still long, though. Pulling his shirt off, Spike said quietly, "C'mere, sweetheart."
Dawn walked slowly over to him, putting her hands behind her back. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean-"
"Didn't mean to watch me?" Blue eyes fixed on her and she felt a shiver go up her spine. "Or didn't mean to get caught?"
She hesitated, not knowing what answer she should give. Either way, she was probably in trouble, so she just said again, "I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Sorry isn't good enough this time, poppet. Daddy's gonna have to punish you, show you what happens to lil girls who sneak around where they're not supposed to be."
He beckoned her over and she followed reluctantly, dragging her feet on the ground. "I'll be good, I promise! Please, Daddy?"
Spike shook his head. "Had your chance to be good an' you weren't, remember?" His hand shot out to wrap around her arm, pulling her down to lay over his lap.
Dawn gasped, the change of position catching her off-guard. She knew he'd mentioned punishment, but she hadn't believed he was going to put her over his knee like he was actually going to-
The first swat made her stiffen. "Stay still, baby." He rubbed her rear end through her skirt, hand moving in slow circles that helped her relax a little. His touch felt so good that she didn't notice the cool air on the backs of her legs until her skirt was already up around her waist and his palm landed on her bare ass.
She yelped, more from the shock of his hand on her skin than from any real pain. "Daddy!"
Another quick swat made her jerk before a cool palm smoothed over her heating skin, easing some of the discomfort. "Shhh, sweetheart. Take your punishment like a big girl for Daddy, yeah?"
The combination of his quiet voice and the sudden sharp smack of his hand landing on her ass again was at once dirty and hot as hell. Dawn bit her lip, trying to keep quiet as he asked, but she couldn't help squirming a little, pressing her legs together to ease some of the ache that was building.
Spike chuckled, and when he spanked her again, his hand lingered, fingers following the curve of her ass down until they slipped between her thighs, stroking softly. "What's this?" He clucked his tongue and shook his head. "Such a bad little girl- one little spankin' an' you're soppin' wet." One long finger stroked along her sex, the tip just barely teasing her open, and Dawn moaned.
"Oh yeah, my little girl's a kinky one," Spike purred. "Spread your legs for me, baby. Gonna make you come bent over Daddy's knee like the little slut you are."
She shivered, parting her legs at his order, then gasped when he plunged a finger inside her. "Daddy, please!"
"Please what, baby? Want more, is that it? That hungry lil pussy's just beggin' to be filled, innit?" He added another finger and began to fuck her, twisting his fingers as he did so. "Yeah, can tell you need it. Such a pretty little baby, all wet an' needy on Daddy's lap. Gonna have to spank you more often, luv."
The corkscrewing motion of his fingers was driving her crazy. Dawn's hands curled over Spike's thigh and she mewled, unable to move with the touch like she'd become used to. She was left with only the option to lay there and take it, and he seemed to be keeping her just short of climax, probably deliberately. A sob escaped, but he didn't do anything, so she cried out, "Daddy, please! I need to come, need to- ooohhhh, it feels so good and I- uhhh Daddy!"
He thrust his fingers deep inside, then curled them, stroking over a spot that made her scream in a high, thin voice. She shuddered and just as she started to come, he pressed down on that place. Another shriek saw both his hand and leg drenched, and as the limp, boneless feeling of pure satisfaction slowly faded, it began to be replaced by a growing sense of embarrassment. Had she just... "Oh my God," she muttered.
Spike had brushed her skirt down, carefully setting her to rights while she recovered and now he helped her sit up, steadying her when she swayed from the change in position. "Careful, pet. What's got you all a-flutter, now?"
"I- I- uh-" she floundered, brushing bright red and looking down at her shoes. "Spike, I'm sorry- I didn't mean to!"
He frowned. "Didn't mean to what, Bit?"
"Ididn'tmeantogetyouallwetandI'llwashyourjeansIpromise," she blurted out.
He laughed for several seconds, then sobered when he realized that she was actually upset. Catching hold of her hand, the blond stopped her from getting up, pulling her close instead. "Baby, don't ever apologize for that. What you did just then... not every woman can do that, but it's erotic as hell with those that can. It's just like me comin', only happens when I hit the right spot inside you an' I'm NEVER gonna complain if it happens." Two fingers slid under her chin and brought her eyes up to his. "Got that?"
She nodded and he smiled. "Good. Now, go get cleaned up an' I'll change an' meet you upstairs, pop in a movie before I gotta go on patrol, yeah?"
"Sounds good." Dawn smiled and gave him a kiss, then stood and made her way up the basement stairs on shaky legs.
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