Versailles Undone: Chapter Ten.

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Title: Versailles Undone
Author: fenderlove
Pairing: Spike/OCs
Rating: NC-17. Warnings for homosexual sex, mentions of past abuse, humiliation, spanking, dom/sub, use of toys, etc.
Summary: Charise has returned to the mansion after her business trip. Will she find Spike to be much altered from the time she last saw him?



Versailles Undone
Chapter Ten: Bienvenue à la Maison.

For a few moments, Spike and Charise stood, staring at one another, neither attempting to speak or traverse the small distance between them. It was Charise who made the first move, making motions as if she were going to hug the vampire before stopping herself and looking down at her rain-soaked clothes.

"You got all dressed up for me. I'd hate to spoil it," the young woman took one of his hands in hers instead. "I should get changed into something less hydrated."

Pomme and Pêche made small nods to Charise in greeting. Spike worried that one of the maids would blurt out the trauma he had divulged to them, but they remained silent, trying to appear cheerful at their employer's return.

Gently squeezing Spike's hand, Charise led him out of his room and into the marble hall. Spike had not left his apartments since he had been freed from Dolmancé's room. Spike did not want to risk seeing the old man; he did not want to give Dolmancé the satisfaction of seeing what his efforts had wrought, the pathetic state to which the vampire had been further reduced. Spike glanced at the rain pelting the large, two-story windows of the foyer, sheets of water deluging the glass, making the outside world appear distorted and bent.

"You're very quiet," Charise said softly as they reached her bedroom door.

Spike attempted to be nonchalant, "I didn't get a lot of sleep last night."

Charise entered her room with her vampire trailing behind her, "I'm sorry to hear that." She let go of Spike's hand long enough to grab the bell from her bedside table, ringing it for Framboise.

Spike's body tensed. He did not want to see Framboise either. Her wavy, strawberry-blonde hair and her pug-nosed face would only remind him of the torment he suffered and how she, too, delighted in it as much as Dolmancé and the Colonel had. However, Framboise did not appear at the chiming of the bell as she normally did. Charise rang for her a few more times before giving up.

"I thought I saw her car at the garage as we drove by," Charise's brow furrowed, speaking mostly to herself. Turning to Spike, she asked, "Would you help me dress then?"

Spike nodded. It was not as though he could rightly refuse her. She went to her closet, pulling out a simple, white cotton shift with a broad band of cream-hued Brussels lace around the bottom hem as well as at the sleeves. Handing the garment to Spike, she went behind her dressing screen, pulling off her wet articles and dropping them down the laundry shoot. Spike stood at the edge of the screen, unsure if she wanted him to stay behind it or move to the other side with her while she dressed, as Framboise did. He had never seen Charise fully nude, only through her sheer underthings as they swam in the pool. It was a bit disconcerting, for Spike, to always be the one who was naked while others were clothed.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Spike tilted his head slightly so he could see around the corner of the screen. Charise's back was mostly to him as she was wringing her long black hair out with a hand-towel. Her body was Rubanesque, voluptuous. As she lifted her arms to dry her hair, Spike caught flashes of her full breasts and her soft belly. When she turned towards him, he started, but she did not appear bothered by his gaze. She motioned for him to come closer, and she raised her arms, indicating that she wanted him to drape the shift over her. He did so, watching her arms thread through the sleeves as the gown cascaded down, demurely covering the dark thatch of carefully cropped curls on her pubic mound.

"It's all right if you want to look," Charise smiled and stepped closer to Spike, placing a delicate hand over the slight bulge in his crotch, "but touching is for me to do."

"Yes, Madame," Spike sighed, relishing a gentle touch after what he had been through.

Taking her hand away, Charise replied, "You're such a good, well-behaved boy. I think you deserve a treat."

Spike knew what "treats" Charise was likely to have cooked up, "Did you get me a pony afterall?"

"No, no ponies," Charise laughed, "I've invited our friends to visit for a quiet dinner. They haven't seen you in so long; I know they've missed you."

"They've only missed my gorgeous backside getting poked and prodded," Spike had meant for his tone to be more jovial, but it came out rather harshly.

Charise's brow furrowed, "Oh, sweetheart, they like you for more than that." She cupped his face in her hands and leaned forward on her toes to give his cheek a kiss, "No one is going to touch you if you don't want to be touched."

"Do you promise?" he asked solemnly.

Spike hated how needy he sounded; that he needed such a promise at all made him feel ashamed of himself, and the concern swimming in Charise's eyes made that shame all the more apparent.

Charise kissed his hand, petting him with her delicate fingers, "I promise that no one is going to do anything to you that you don't want."

Spike thought bitterly how such a promise was far too late, but he forced a smile, "Then I'll keep my clothes on tonight, if you don't mind."

Charise nodded, but she seemed uneasy with his response. Was she upset that his statement would interfere with some party game she had schemed? Or was she unsure of what to make of this sudden turn? Was her concern genuine? Spike no longer trusted himself to be the judge of anyone's motives.

Helping Charise arrange her hair and clothing, Spike was able to take take his mind off what had happened to him. He focused intently on what Charise was saying as she rapidly recounted her business trip, the shopping she had done and the hotspots she had visited.

"There's a Ladurée shop on Madison Avenue now," Charise said as she tapped a silk fan against her palm. "They had the most scrumptious pastries. They had those rose cream Saint-Honorés that you like so much. Normally, I have to get those flown in from Paris or Osaka, but now it'll be a lot less hassle to get them all the time without having to worry about Customs. I wish you could have come with me. We would have had so much fun."

"Maybe next time, I can go too," Spike replied, hoping not to sound so eager. "Outfit your private jet with some of that fancy vampire-safe glass, and we'll be off jet-setting to who-knows-where."

Charise's expression seemed to imply she approved of the idea. She watched with fascination as her hair seemed to move of its own accord in her vanity mirror.

"Is it strange to not have a reflection?" she asked, toying with one of the ivory staves of her fan.

Spike shook his head, "No stranger than not needing to breath or not having a body temperature."

Charise appeared to ponder over that before she switched to a less dreary topic, "Have you ever been to New York?"

"Yes, give or take thirty years," Spike responded, rolling a lock of Charise's hair onto a curling iron.

"Is that where you learned to be a hairdresser?" she asked playfully.

Spike rolled his eyes, "No, my skills were developed over a century of playing dress-up with my sire."

"Drusilla, correct?"

"You remembered. I didn't think you were listening," Spike unrolled the lock from the hot iron and let the spiral drape over Charise's shoulder.

Charise pouted, "Of course, I was listening. Your stories are very entertaining." She patted her hair gently to make sure everything was as she liked it, "So you had to do Drusilla's hair and make-up for her?"

"On good days, she could get her lipstick and rouge on without smearing them about, but, on her bad days, well... She was not the kind of person you'd want to leave alone with a sharpened eyebrow pencil or an eyelash curler," Spike answered, and he felt Charise shudder under his touch as he smoothed a few stray locks.

Turning her attention to her hair, Charise nodded approvingly, "Perfect."

"Do I get a tip for such a perfect job?"

Charise petted his hand, "Darling, you've got a mountain of presents waiting for you in your room. You can open them after dinner."

Spike smirked, "Oh, that's mean. You can't tempt me with gifts and then expect me to sit through dinner and conversation."

"Well, I suppose you could have one little present before our guests arrive," Charise got up, her silks rustling.

The gown Charise had chosen for the night's festivities was a simple one-- ivory silk embroidered with a ribbon pattern looping from the waistline down the train and back up the other side. Each catch of the light upon the dress caused the lively colours of the floral appliqués and glass beading to sparkle. From one of her many overnight bags piled carefully at the foot of bed, Charise retrieved a small teal box and handed it to Spike. He removed the lid and saw a platinum band set with peridots and polished nephrite. Inlaid and graduated within each piece of jade around the band were small diamonds. Charise took the ring from the box and slipped it onto the smallest finger on Spike's left hand. She kissed his fingertip gently as she caressed his hand.

Spike had never been one for flashy baubles, though he did enjoy the occasional silver thumb ring or chain, but he much preferred simpler pieces. He could not help but wonder what good jewels and finery did him in his current situation. There was never going to be any escape. The ring might as well have been a noose around his slender throat.

"Thank you," he said with a small smile, "It's lovely."

Charise's blue eyes lit up in happiness, and Spike tried to create a bit of happiness out of her positivity. If his world now revolved around Charise and her feelings, then so it would be. He had lived the better part of a century making a woman happy at the expense of his own happiness, forcing himself to forgive, to turn a blind eye, and to eventually forget; he could do it again and make a clean break with his old life. If William disappeared when the demon created Spike, then Spike vanished the moment Charise slipped the ring on his finger. The new creature that he was had no name. He would exist as Charise wanted him to be and do exactly as she pleased, and pleasing her would be his new goal, his only goal.

Sitting on the bed, Spike watched as Charise talked over her intercom to her staff, making preparations for that night's dinner. Her friends would be arriving shortly, so there would be no time for an elaborate feast as they had had in the past. From the kitchens, she ordered oysters, pureed chestnut and truffle soup, wild salmon au sel, and a variety of dried jams and pastries for dessert. To the butlers, she instructed them to arrange the dining room for six persons and to make sure that the salon was prepared for her guests.

"Six?" Spike tilted his head. "Who else is coming?"

Charise sat on the bed next to her vampire, "Hart's boyfriend, Eduardo."

"The pastry chef?"

She grinned, "The same."

It seemed like no time before the buzzer from the front gate alerted them to the arrival of Charise's friends. She grabbed Spike's arm and practically dragged him downstairs. They arrived in the foyer just as Poire and Citron were letting the party inside. Harriet, carrying her cello case, and Yolande rushed, as fast as they could given their cumbersome robes à la française, to hug Charise. Hart swaggered in a few moments later on the arm of an extremely tall, muscular man. While Spike and Hart were trim and thin in their 18th century attire, the man's defined pectorals were practically bursting from his brocaded waistcoat, and the sleeves of his shirt threatened to come loose from the seams due to his large biceps.

"Welcome home, darling," Hart greeted Charise, kissing her cheek. "Eduardo, you remember Mademoiselle St. Char, don't you?"

"How could I forget such an adorable lady?" Eduardo, speaking with an accent that seemed to fall between Greek and Spanish, took Charise's tiny hand in his massive one and kissed it. "Though I wish you would dine at the club more often, so we could see more of each other."

"And this is her sweet boy, Kippie," Hart indicated Spike.

"His name is Spike," Charise corrected.

Eduardo gave the vampire a once-over. Hart's lover was not what Spike expected the pastry chef to be. He was tanned and several inches taller than Angelus had been. A well-manicured beard obscured Eduadro's chiseled jaw. His hair was long, thick, and dark, pulled back from his face and clubbed as Hart's was. Eduardo's eyes were nearly black, and they smoldered under his thick brow.

Charise continued, "I would love to dine with you both more often, but work ties me to this place."

"Work and your gorgeous vampire," Hart interjected. "Just look at him, Eduo. Isn't he beautiful?"

Spike felt uncomfortable to fall under the giant's gaze yet again. While Spike was used to being the shortest male in any given room, he never actually felt small until he was next to Eduardo. A large nut-brown hand cupped Spike's jaw, swiping a calloused thumb over the vampire's cheek. Spike tensed for a moment as those fathomless eyes studied him.

Eduardo made a rather pleased sound in the back of his throat," Delicate, yet so powerful... And such fair skin." To Charise, he said, "You really shouldn't hide him beneath all this make-up."

"For once, the make-up was his own doing," Charise replied with a pleased smile.

Poire interrupted momentarily to announce that their meal was ready, and the friends followed the butler into the dining room. All the opulent courses were laid out on the long table, its polished wood glistening in the candlelight. Each person at the table was free to sup on whatever course struck his or her fancy. Hart playfully licked away some syrup from a candied fruit off of Eduardo's lips, much to Harriet's apparent chagrin. While pouring blood into his glass from his personal decanter, Spike listened intently to Charise's conversations. She extolled her shopping excursions and lamented the boringness of the meetings she was forced to attend, but she promised an announcement later in the evening, which instantly sent everyone into guessing what her news could be. Charise, however, would not be moved to spoil her surprise until the right moment.

After everyone had eaten their fill, they moved to the salon just off the dining room. Charise instructed everyone to make themselves comfortable as Harriet prepared to play an impromptu concert for the assembled party. Yolande loosened her bodice before removing it completely; her nipples, already pebbled, were exposed through the gauzy cotton of her chemise under her corset. Charise reclined on a sofa with Spike on an ottoman at her feet. Eduardo and Hart had taken up on the sofa opposite them. Eduardo's hand delved between Hart's legs, fondling him through his breeches. Hart began breathing heavily, his hips rolling into his lover's touch.

Getting comfortable, Spike thought to himself, has whole other connotations to these people.

"My lady, if it would please you," Eduardo turned to Chaise, "I would like to remove my boots."

Charise nodded, "Of course."

Eduardo snapped his fingers and indicated towards the floor. Hart instantly dropped to his knees on the floor and began to remove his lover's leather boots. Spike had started at the snap, reminded of how Dolmancé would command Framboise, but he quickly calmed himself. While Hart worked, Eduardo leaned forward, removing the broad length of ribbon that clubbed Hart's hair and winding those tresses between his thick, rough fingers.

"You're overdressed, boy. Remedy it," Eduardo instructed.

Harriet's playing, that had begun as soft and melodic, evolved into a heavier tone and a swifter tempo. Eduardo grinned and winked at her as Hart removed his coat and waist coat. The young man kicked off his own shoes as he untied his cravat. He let each article of clothing fall delicately onto the sofa until he was down to his white silk drawers.

"You've been a wicked boy all day, haven't you?" Eduardo seemed pleased himself, fully aware of the pleasure he was creating around him.

Hart's gaze fell towards his own feet, "Yes, sir. I need correction."

Yolande's breath hitched as she watched the spectacle, and she teased her own nipples as she took in the sight of Hart's undressing. Spike could sense Charise's arousal though she made no outward sign of it. Eduardo grabbed Hart's wrist and yanked him down over his lap. The chef's large palm came swiftly down on the younger man's upturned backside. Hart yelped pitifully. He wriggled his hips and kicked his legs, but the look on his face was caused far from pain; it was obvious that Hart was enraptured by his very public punishment.

Reaching two fingers beneath the waistband of Hart's drawers, Eduardo pulled the silk down slowly, stopping just below Hart's now pink buttocks. Eduardo took both of his hands and wrenched Hart's bottom cheeks apart, displaying him for the party. A wide blue plug was emerging from Hart's stretched hole.

"Just as I thought," Eduardo tutted. "You thought that you were going to be receiving me tonight. Selfish boy, only thinking of what pleasure I can give you."

"No, sir!" Hart moaned lustily, trying to clench his bottom. "I was thinking of your pleasure."

At that, Eduardo continued to spank Hart with renewed vigor, and Spike closed his legs a little to hide the becoming-steadily-obvious stirrings in his loins as he watched Hart's pinkened flesh turn scarlet in a few minutes time. Even after what Spike had been through, he imagined what it would be like to have Eduardo's hands on him, taking him to task as he was with Hart. This humiliation came from love and trust; it was not what had been done to him by Dolmancé.

When Eduardo stilled his hand again, Hart was in tears, gasping and sobbing, though his body had stopped struggling, and the older man glanced at the ladies, "Well, my dears, does this ill-behaved boy deserve a fucking? Or should he be punished further?"

"I think my brother could always use more correction to mend his errant ways," Harriet smirked, letting her fingers dance over the fretboard of her cello.

"Yes," Yolande nodded, "make him prove his obedience."

Hart sobbed, "Please, sir, let me make it up to you!"

With one last slap to Hart's posterior, Eduardo stood the younger man up, his thin prick jutting out from his body.

Eduardo gave Hart's member a few warning taps, "If you spill a drop, you will be very sorry. Do you understand?"

Rubbing his eyes with his fist, Hart whimpered, "Yes, sir."

"Undress me," Eduardo commanded as he stood from the sofa.

Hart swiftly did as he was commanded, carefully folding his lover's clothing and placing them beside his own. Eduardo's body was like a Classical statue, muscles almost over-defined. His penis was a stout rogue of a member, uncut and twice as thick as Hart's. Its crown was glistening from his pre-emissions.

Eduardo turned to Charise, "My lady host, I'd like some assistance from your boy in providing Hart with a lesson."

Charise stroked her hand through Spike's hair, "What do you say, baby? Would you like to help Eduardo?"

Her eyes spoke of her concern and her promise to keep Spike from any unwanted physical activity, but Spike needed to prove to himself that he could live in Charise's world, participate in her friends' games; he could be just as libertine as they were.

"Why not?" Spike shrugged and stood.

Eduardo beckoned him with a flick of the wrist. As soon as Spike was near him, Eduardo began undressing the vampire. He leaned his face down to Spike's neck just above his collar, inhaling the blonde's scent and exhaling warm breath to send tingles down Spike's spine.

"Baby?" Eduardo smiled sensually as he tugged the laces out of Spike's cincher, dropping the garment on the sofa with the others. He reached inside Spike's underwear and toyed with the blonde's semi-erect penis for a few moments, "Yes, you're just a sweet wee thing, aren't you?"

"Not really," Spike replied as Eduardo tugged the scrap of silk and ribbon that served as the vampire's drawers down to his mid-thighs.

Eduardo chuckled, "At least you're honest." He pressed himself against Spike's back, letting his heavy, wet cock nestle in the delta above Spike's buttocks, "Hart, kneel and open your mouth."

Hart prostrated himself before Spike, keeping his luscious mouth open wide as if he was about to receive some unholy sacrament.

Placing his hands on Spike's narrow hips and kissing his jaw, Eduardo spoke, "Now, little love, you're going to rend some of your sweet liquor into Hart's mouth. Go on, darling boy. Touch your prick."

Spike began to stroke himself, rubbing his thumb over the crown of his penis. He jerked his hand back and forth over his member a few times, trying to hurry things along, before Eduardo stopped him.

"No, you're being too rough with yourself. Your honey will be bitter. You need to make it sweet," Eduardo rocked his hips against Spike's pert buttocks as he took the vampire's cock into his own hand. "Hart told me that you've never had a man inside you before. It would be our honor for us to take you... Though not at the same time, until you were ready, of course," Eduardo laughed again, kissing and nipping along Spike's neck and shoulder, wary of the pearl shock collar.

"Please...," Spike moaned as he watched his pale cock, dripping with precome, disappear into and reappear out of Eduardo's tanned fist.

"Does the thought of my cock in your sweet bottom excite you, pretty boy?" Eduardo asked while Hart bounced from anticipation on his knees as he kept his mouth obediently open.

Spike shook his head as Eduardo's free hand roamed up his belly to his chest and began plucking at one of his nipples.

"No?" Eduardo grinned and squeezed the tiny pink bud between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand continued to pump Spike's penis.

"It excites me thinking about you giving Hart another spanking, and then you can take his ass while it's still cherry-hot," Spike thrust into the human's fist.

Hart was practically drooling at the prospect.

Eduardo whispered huskily into Spike's ear, "I think wicked boys with wicked thoughts like that are the ones who are going to be spanked."

Spike gasped as he came, his mind swimming with images of this large man lovingly punishing him, giving him much firmer smacks than Charise could ever manage. His semen shot from his cock, coating Hart's tongue and lips. Hart swallowed the liquid greedily, even licking the remaining droplets from Eduardo's hand though he never moved to touch Spike's member. Eduardo came as well, his spendings splashing against Spike's lower back and dripping down his buttocks. It was then that Spike realized that Harriet had stopped playing her cello. The women were gazing upon the homoerotic tableau in their midst with fascination and lust.

Pulling up his underwear, despite the stickiness, Spike went back to Charise, curling up on the sofa beside her. He felt sated in that he could experience pleasure and control what was going on around in in some small measure without being overburdened by thoughts of what had happened to him in Charise's absence. Her arm wrapped around him as he laid his head on her lap, and she kissed his forehead gently.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked as she handed him a shortbread cookie from one of the nearby trays of sweets.

Spike smiled as he bit into the buttery cookie, "Very much."

Eduardo, taking Spike's advice, had pulled Hart back into his lap, spanking the smaller man until Hart was squirming and begging for release. Satisfied with his handiwork, Eduardo pulled the plug from Hart's posterior and threw his lover onto his stomach onto the sofa. Faster than Spike would have given a man of his size credit for, Eduardo grabbed Hart's waist and thrust into his slackened hole in one fluid motion. Hart let out a rough cry, throwing his head back as his lover draped his body over his own, hips pistoning against his buttocks.

Taking his eyes off the pair for a moment, Spike glanced up at Charise, who was sipping champagne as she enjoyed the show. He asked, "What was your big announcement?"

Charise blinked in surprise, "Oh, I completely forgot."

"Well...," Hart panted, his voice muffled from being pushed into the sofa cushions beneath Eduardo's hulking frame. "Don't keep us in suspense."

"I'm publishing a book," Charise stated.

Yolande replied, "Darling, you publish books every day."

"Yes," Charise rolled her eyes, "but this is my book. It's going to be released in the next line."

Her friends, sans Eduardo and Hart who were otherwise occupied, gave her a round of cheers and applause. Charise seemed quite pleased with the response.

She added, "To celebrate further, I'm throwing a masque here next month. All the Simply Charming authors and editors have been invited, plus a lot of snooty people no one really cares about that I have to invite anyway."

Charise was discussing her ideas for her masquerade ball when Eduardo climaxed, reinserting the plug into Hart's ass afterwards. Hart sat up, a little unsteady; his face was flushed, and his hair was sticking up oddly in a few places. Eduardo relaxed against the sofa cushions, holding open his arm as Hart snuggled up to him. The older man stroked his fingers lazily through Hart's hair and kissed his forehead as they both listened to the party planning, offering their suggestions from years of owning and operating a nightclub.

Several hours later, Charise's guests had retired upstairs to various spare bedrooms as it was far too late for them to return home. Spike, still barely clad in anything at all, followed Charise to her room. Framboise was still no where to be found, and that suited him just fine. Spike crawled into Charise's bed, but he soon felt her hand on his shoulder.

"I have another gift for you, but I'm not sure you'll want it. If you don't, that's fine," Charise handed him a long, narrow box. "I want you to be able to trust me, and that means telling me when you don't want to do something."

Spike opened the box to find a strap-on. There were many strap-ons in the house, but Charise had never used one on him before, though she was perfectly willing to insert all manner of dildos and vibrators into his body. This particular strap-on had a phallus of about seven inches in length and lavender in colour with a floral pattern.

"Even your sex toys are Rococo," Spike smirked. "I think you have an addiction."

"I'm trying to be serious," Charise sighed, taking the phallus from the box. "I would like to have sex with you."

Spike tilted his head, "I'm not sure if you wearing an inanimate object to insert into one of my orifices counts as sex."

"It does to me, and I'd like to with you," she said solemnly. "I'd like for you to be able to experience the same feelings that Eduardo can give to Hart."

Thinking it over for a moment, Spike agreed, turning over onto his stomach. Charise was quick to disrobe down to her chemise, quite a feat given how many layers and complicated fastenings she had on. She lifted up her chemise only enough for her to be able to fasten the straps of the toy around her waist before letting the material drop and fall around the obscenely cute phallus. She climbed onto the bed next to Spike. She massaged her hands down his bare back before stopping at the waistband of his drawers. She pulled them down, along with his stockings, not caring about the sticky mess left by Eduardo over Spike's lower back. Using a pillow, Charise eased it under Spike's hips, enjoying how gorgeous his buttocks looked in that position.

With some lotion from her nightstand, Charise smeared some of the sweet-scented gel onto her fingers. Spike reached behind himself and parted his ass so that she could have easy access to his hole. If this would make her happy, Spike wanted everything to be as comfortable as possible for himself. He tensed for a moment as she rubbed one French-tipped nail over his hole. She smoothed a generous portion of lotion between his cheeks before gently inserting one finger into his pucker.

"Your rosette is so cute," Charise laughed softly as Spike arched back against her finger.

With a raised eyebrow, Spike turned to look over his shoulder, "I'm fairly certain no one's asshole is cute."

Charise began to slowly pump her finger in and out of his ass, "Yours is. It's so teeny and pink, and I love the way you can suck my finger or a toy right inside without me having to do more than give it a little push."

"It's from practice, love," Spike sighed as she added a second finger and began scissoring them to loosen the muscle.

Charise continued her ministrations, "With men or with toys?"

Spike replied without offering any details, "Both, and with women too. Besides, since I've been here, I've had enough practice for a lifetime."

"Well, let's see if I can measure up to those others," Charise rubbed a palm-full of lotion over the phallus before guiding it down to Spike's entrance.

Trying to mimic the angle Eduardo had taken with Hart, Charise slowly began to push through the bit of resistance remaining. Spike raised his hips slightly off the pillow, bearing down on the phallus to help ease its passage. Finally, after an agonizing wait, Charise was able to seat herself to the hilt in Spike's body.

"Are you all right?" she asked. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"I'm fine, pet. You're doing fine too," Spike did not mind being the one to give reassurance for once.

Charise pulled back slightly before rocking forward. She had the same rhythm in her thrusting as she had when she used regular toys on him. Spike had to give her credit for being able to always find his prostate and hit it in just the right way. Her small hands clenched at his hips, and Spike found himself quite liking the sensation as she undulated against him at a faster cadence. Spike raised himself up on his hands, pushing back against her thrusts, letting her know that she could be more forceful. With the sounds Charise was making, Spike was fairly certain that she was enjoying it as much as he was.

As Charise reached underneath him to frig his leaking cock, Spike moaned, "Can I come, love? Please, I need to..."

"Come, Bashful," Charise said breathlessly, carefully aiming each stroke of the phallus to hit Spike's prostate in rapid succession.

As his orgasm crashed over him, Spike did not recall making a sound, but a moment later, he heard a short shriek. He thought perhaps he had hurt Charise somehow or that she had seen a rat or a spider. However, as she removed the phallus and collapsed on the bed beside him, Spike realized that Charise had climaxed too. Her hair had fallen out of its pinnings. Her large bosom was heaving beneath her gauzy gown, and her thighs were damp beneath the straps of the toy. A warm, glowy feeling came over Spike as he understood that Charise had gotten pleasure from giving him pleasure, not the other way around.

Undoing the straps and tossing the toy on the floor, Charise pulled back the bedclothes and settled against her pillows, urging Spike to do the same. Spike wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, pressing his nose into her hair. She grew very still for a moment before putting her arm around his waist. For the first time since he had been captured, Spike felt truly safe.


To be continued...




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