By Vampirische Liebe

Buffy was in class with Willow and Xander when Snyder’s secretary walked in, whispered something to the teacher and then left. The teacher looked at Buffy, “Buffy Summers, can you please go straight to the Principle’s office?”

Buffy looked quickly at Willow & Xander who gave her the ‘what’ve you done?’ look. She shrugged and mouthed, “I’ve got no idea,” before standing up and leaving class.

All the way to Snyder’s office, Buffy wandered what she was supposed to have done this time. It’s not like I’ve burnt the School down. I haven’t had time to do that yet.

Finally Buffy reached the outer office. Snyder’s secretary glared haughtily at her, “You can go straight in, Miss Summers. Those were the Principal’s instructions.”

Buffy ignored her, knocked on Snyder’s door and stepped in. As she closed the door behind her she looked in surprise at the desk. Snyder’s big leather chair was facing the window. Can’t even be bothered to face me, she thought.

“What’ve I supposed to have done now?” She demanded of the chair rudely.

Then Buffy gasped in surprise as the chair slowly swivelled round to reveal a topless Spike to her.

“Is that any way to speak to your Principle?” He asked mock sternly.

Buffy couldn’t believe it. Spike was here in daytime, in her School and where the hell was Snyder? Not that she liked the Principle, but she didn’t really want him to be eaten.

“What’ve you done with Snyder?” She demanded.

Spike glanced at the floor to the right of him, “After I made him tell his secretary to bring you here, I got bored and whacked him unconscious. Bit of a Wanker, i’n’t he, Pet?”

Buffy suddenly giggled, “Yes, he is. But why didn’t you, you know, eat him?”

“Oh, paahllleease. I’m veal man.”

Buffy stared at him. She felt irrationally excited to see him again, and he obviously wanted to see her again as he had made all this effort.

Spike suddenly stood up. “Lock the door, Slayer, take your damn clothes off and come over here!”

Buffy felt a shiver of anticipation at his words and hurried to do his bidding. She locked the office door, stripped off her clothes and walked slowly towards him. She came around the desk and stood a few feet away.

Spike looked her up & down, “Very nice, luv,” he said, “Now, bend over the desk in front of me.”

Buffy did as he asked and felt herself get wet at the thought of what he might do to her. She heard his zipper and then the rustle of his jeans as they dropped to the floor. Then a cool hand nudged her legs apart before sticking a finger in her. Buffy gasped and moved up and down, increasing her pleasure.

Spike leant over her and whispered in her ear, “You’re bloody soaking already, Pet.”

He removed his finger and thrust his thick cock inside. Buffy was flattened against the desk as Spike thrust in and out, and she had never felt so turned on in her life. Here she was doing it with the Big Bad in her Principle’s office!

Spike eased her up off the desk and sat back on the leather chair in one fluid movement so that they remained joined. He then lifted Buffy by the hips so that she moved up & down his shaft at the speed he commanded.

Buffy took over by placing her feet on the floor and levering herself up & down. This meant Spike had his hands free for other things, like tweaking her nipples, or tormenting her clit. And when his fangs bit into her….

Buffy woke up in horror. She sat up in bed and looked wildly around her room. No Vampire. It’s o.k. She wiped the sweat from her brow and tried to still her rapidly beating heart. Good, God, this was the third night in a row she’d had an erotic dream about Spike. Each was more erotic than the last. Something was seriously wrong with her. Normally her dreams came true, or held some truth in them, but that would mean… no way! There was no way she & Spike would ever sleep together. She had to speak to Willow about it. It wasn’t something she could tell Giles. Spike had to be messing with her mind somehow, trying to drive her insane. What had he called it in the dream? Oh, yes… thrall!

***

Unbeknownst to Buffy, Spike also woke up from an erotic dream. “What the hell?” He muttered. He looked down at his Dark Princess who was sleeping soundly beside him, and then down at his raging hard on. Another dream about the Slayer! It was the third night in a row now and it had to stop. If he had any more of these dreams, Dru was bound to find out and she’d kill him. Little blonde bitch has cast some sort of spell on me. Well, bugger Saturday; I’m killing her tomorrow!