Passionate flames

Buffy heard a match strike, for a moment nothing happened when suddenly a burning drop fell on her right breast, wax. A hoarse cry escaped her, mixed with a muffled moan. The pain bit her flesh, sharp and brief, before melting into a radiant heat that seemed to spread beneath her skin like liquid fire.

• Do you love my heart?

Buffy nodded,

• Answer me by calling me master.

Buffy smiled mockingly, a violent slap to her breast brought her back to order, and her heart raced deliciously.

• Oh yes, master.

New drops fell on her skin, making her moan. Once again, he aimed for the most sensitive area: her nipples, her clitoris. Each drop of burning wax was an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure, a fire that consumed her without destroying her. She arched her back, her leather restraints creaking slightly under the strain of her extremely tense muscles.

The climax came when he inserted a funnel into her vagina and poured liquid wax into it. She screamed like a madwoman. The burning wax flowed in a thick stream, stretching into fiery filaments inside her vagina before solidifying in a torturous contact with her most sensitive flesh. Buffy writhed, her stomach muscles contracting in convulsive waves, her fingers desperately gripping the crossbars.

• I'll keep this modern art as a trophy, my dear.

He slowly but mercilessly pulled at the wax that clung painfully to the walls of Buffy's private parts. She was overwhelmed, luckily or not, depending. Spike removed the strange sculpture, almost intact, and took off his blindfold to show her.

• The origin of the world, Spike version, shall we continue to find your limits? Buffy nodded again.
• Yes, yes master, that's so, so... she couldn't find the words.

He replaced her blindfold.

Spike let out a dark laugh, his hands running over Buffy's curves with calculated slowness.

"If you're looking for the words, I'll tear them out one by one..." he murmured before roughly shoving two fingers into her mouth, stopping her from speaking as his fangs grazed the throbbing vein in her neck.

A new stream of wax flowed, this time onto her spread thighs, and she arched her back so violently that the leather straps creaked.

He stopped and said with a satisfied smile, raising the St. Andrew's cross.

• I only know one effective way to get this off,

before Buffy could understand, a nine-tailed whip slammed down on her sex. The blow hit her like lightning, a jolt of pain so intense she forgot to breathe. Her body stiffened, the tendons in her neck protruding beneath the skin as a hoarse scream tore through her throat. The whip's thongs bit into her flesh with cruel precision, each leather barb finding its way between her most sensitive lips, burning, tearing, ravishing.

• The good thing is, you heal quickly, I can go for it.

The wax flew non-stop, Spike went for it without holding back, letting his madness take over, and Buffy responded to that madness with her own self-destructive madness.

• Yes, yes, go for it.

The whip came down again, the nine thongs lashing into her flesh with sadistic precision, each impact eliciting a hoarse scream from Buffy. The pain radiated in burning waves, mingling with the residual sensation of the wax still embedded in her sex, her skin, her nipples, each movement of her hips shaking the fragments like shards of glass.

Spike grunted, his golden eyes gleaming with unspeakable ****. Without the chip, he would have killed Buffy with a whip, but he stopped when Buffy orgasmed. He came to his senses in surprise, amazed to see his victim react like this.

Buffy's orgasm left her burning like a burning flame, her body tensing against the restraints as the pain transformed into an unbearable and exquisite pleasure. The leather straps bit into her wrists, her back arching against the cross with the jolts, her muscles throbbing, her skin glistening with sweat and wax.

Spike kissed her savagely, nibbling at her lips.

• If I had known before what you were hiding inside, we're making up for lost time, but enough is enough, my little one is going wild and it's not good.

He released her and removed the mask over her eyes.

• Did you like it?

Buffy pouted.

• Is it over already?

Spike smiled relieved.

• Yes, I have a lot to show you, but this time it's enough.

She pulled the vampire by the arm towards the bed.

• Okay, then fuck me, or I'll use my stake to leave me wanting more.

Spike sighed amusedly; it was going to be a long night.