“Get on your knees.”

Guh. Those words should have been banned, they were so effective. Her whole body shuddered with the intensity of the moment as she dropped to obey him, her wrists still in his strong hands, the way he gripped her an insistent reminder of his power over her. She looked up at him and couldn’t help a little pant at the way his eyes were burning down at her, the additional distance between their eyes somehow making her feel hotter. And then his smirk widened when his hand moved from her wrist to her closed fist, untangling her fingers so he could take her panties from her and bring them to his face. 

His hands softly leaving her wrists and the look of absolute hunger in his eyes as he inhaled her panties’ scent had her giddy, not to mention sent her thighs going into spasms, which was all kinds of ridiculous when she was kneeling, but he didn’t seem to mind and she didn’t have enough brain cells left to.

“Good girl. Now put your hands behind your back,” he said, his voice sweet and sensual, a caress that seemed to go through her body and right to her clit. She shivered and obeyed again, her skin screaming for his touch just as everything else revelled in doing as he pleased.

God, what’s wrong with me? And can I keep it wrong like this forever?

She watched avidly as he closed his eyes and breathed in her panties again, and why wasn’t this gross? Why was his drunken expression hot instead of creepy and weird and kinda pathetic?

Because you wanna please him, dumb-ass. You wanna please him and your dirty panties show your obedience and you want to be a good girl for him.

Oh God, oh God, now even her internal voice was a sex-starved little slut. Spike snapped his eyes open in time for Buffy to gasp a little bit, his eyes stormy with lust and more than a bit of violence — and just like that, Little Slutty Buffy was in full control again. She straightened her shoulders and thrust her chest forward, just a bit, not enough to be ridiculous but enough to let him know that yes, she did want to be at his mercy tonight. And judging by the way he stared back at her, she was in for a ride.

“Did you keep these on all day, pet?”

God, his voice was smooth and soft and she wanted him to take her already.

“Y-yes, sir.”

Oh, the way his eyes flared at that. The way he looked somewhat taller, bigger, more commanding — and the way she just wanted to kneel more at his feet.

“So, pet…” He moved the hand holding her panties towards her face, going to stroke her cheek with his thumb, the scrap of lace rubbing against her face and lips and making her blood rush to her head. “You really keep these on all day?” She could only nod, her lips parting slightly, a sudden urge to taste her own panties making her tremble with the feel of inadequacy. Is that too weird? Am I out of my depth here? But Spike didn’t seem to think so: he moved his thumb so that the fabric was between his finger and her skin, the touch so intense that Buffy trembled. “You said you were naughty in the shower…” Guh, he said naughty, holyshitthat’shot! “Did you put them back on after that?”

At that, Buffy started trembling in earnest, because yes, she’d done it, and she’d felt like a complete lunatic, but… she’d wanted to please him. She’d wanted to obey. God, she really was certifiable, wasn’t she?

“I… I… yes.”

“Yes, what?” He asked, his tone suddenly almost stern, sending a twinge of pleasure to her clit and making her thighs clench.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he repeated, and again she felt giddy at the praise, as if his pleasure with her could make her body sing on its own. “So, you had a shower, you misbehaved, and then you put your nasty lil’ panties back on. What a dirty girl you are,” he murmured, and then she panted, ’cause he was positively rubbing her face with her panties now and God, she needed his hands, she needed his body, she needed more. “Tell me, why did you do it?”

She shuddered, suddenly incapable of keeping her words from leaving her lips.

“I-I wanted to please you.” His eyes flared, and she added quickly, “Sir.”

He inhaled a shaky breath, his eyes stormy with lust, and rubbed at her lips with her underwear. She couldn’t help a little whimper, and he let out a dark, low chuckle.

“Such a sweet, dirty girl. Should give you a treat for the thought… should make you suckle your own delectable honey from your undies, yeah?” He murmured, just as his thumb rubbed the soiled lace against her lower lip, and she gasped, her eyes widening at the sudden spike of arousal racing from her lip directly down between her legs.

God! What’s wrong with me! That’s disgusting, it’s not hot, oh please never stop…