CLIMAX

 

 

 

I thought I understood the meaning of the word, climax. God knows, in the past week I’d had some pretty spectacular ones but it turns out that my idea of climax and that of my insatiably immoral lover varied by huge degrees.

 

Webster’s defined it as the highest or most intense point in the development or resolution of something; culmination. Well at least that was the noun definition. But according to the man that had me tied to my bed and blindfolded for God knows how long it meant the complete opposite.  As he persistently showed me using the most licentious means possible - again and again and still yet again - what it really meant was to delve deeper.

 

He was kind enough to explain it to me along his wicked way of completely corrupting my kink-virgin body, and truth be told that alone made me climax – three times. But the short of it was that a climax was really only the beginning. It was the beginning of an exploration into just what made that climax possible. A journey that led to a world filled with a plethora of decadent sensations and never ending tantalizing pleasures. A place he wanted to take me to again and again, and as my body convulsed – painfully and fatigued – from my…

 

“How many was that now?”

 

“Ten milsean.”

 

…tenth climax, I had to agree with him.

 

“Please…Angelus…you…have…to…stop…I…can’t…take anymore…”

 

Wow, I never thought I’d hear those words out of my mouth…

 

Though she couldn’t see it, she felt the evil grin that was on his face watching her intently.  It was probably a good thing because if she saw it she would only get annoyed. Because while she lay there completely blitzed from hours of non-stop pleasure he was full of energy and ready to play six periods of hockey if he had too.

 

And why wouldn’t he be.

 

He wasn’t the one that had been tied to the bed and whose body had been put through hours of continuously vigorous and sometimes excruciating love making.  No, that would be her.

 

He told her he was going to show her what love meant to him, or more specifically, how she made him feel, and he wasted no time in getting started.  The stamina that this man possessed was mind-boggling. As soon as they walked into her house, he grabbed her, pushed her down to the floor on her hands and knees and entered her from behind.  If she wasn’t so hot for him, it would have been extremely painful because he was not gentle – at all.  It was brutal. 

 

When he was done with her in that position, he picked her up and set her down on the kitchen island where he took her there just as roughly. After that, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her outside to the back porch where he pinned her up against the wall of the house – face first – and slammed into her from behind. 

 

When he was done, he carried her back into the house and up the stairs. Where he tied her to the bed, blindfolded her, and gagged her. Why?  Well because she was talking too much and touching him too much, and he said that she was too much of distraction. He wanted her still and silent as he proceeded to show her how much he loved her and how intense and needy that love was. 

 

After an hour and half of that she was ready to die.  He gave her a small reprieve in the form of a supposed thirty minute rest period.  Yeah – for him. For her it was more sensual torment as she lay there still tied to the bed, spread eagle, while he lavished her breasts with attention and his hands lazily touched every inch of her body while he rested. It was during that so-called resting period that he made his boast. She should have kept her mouth shut because she didn’t know if she’d make it out of this alive.

 

“Can’t stop yet, I still have…”

 

She felt his body shift on the bed as he moved to look at the clock on the table.

 

“…five minutes.”

 

Five minutes and five orgasms to go…so, basically I have five minutes to live…

 

Behind her blindfold her eyes rolled back as tired exasperation filled her.  “Angelus, I believe you okay. It’s totally possible for a woman to have fifteen orgasms in fifteen minutes.”

 

He looked up at her perching his chin on her pubic bone as he pensively studied her flushed and sweaty face. “Are you trying to prove me wrong?” he asked suspiciously.

 

“No...” she sighed deeply, “…I just told you that I believe you.”

 

“Yeah but my time isn’t up and now your wasting it by engaging me in a conversation when I could be fast at work on number eleven.”

 

His voice was scolding and annoyed, and he let her know it as his hand slapped her hard on the thigh followed by a nip of teeth on the same spot. “Now unless you want me to gag you, again, then be quiet. The only sounds I want to hear coming out of your mouth are moans and groans.”

 

Irked with her interference he quickly went back to work. Dipping his head he latched on to her clit again, catching it in between his teeth he alternated between slow pulls and hard sucks.  The torment did not end there though. In one hand he held the nine inch dildo inside of her rapidly thrusting it in and then slowly pulling it out. His other hand kept busy with her breasts tweaking and scraping the swollen nipples with his fingernails. 

 

She felt the impending number eleven long before it hit her. It was just one more in the long and never-ending climax that begun fifteen minutes ago. In his endeavor to prove himself right, he gave her no time to recuperate from each one. So as soon as one ended another began. It was just the way it was when you were forced to cum every freaking minute.

 

I’m surprised I can feel anything at all…

 

He was wicked in his venture too.  Not happy to stick to conventional methods he pulled out all the strings in his attempt to show her just how right he was.  From the first climax, which was a direct result of three fingers pumping inside of her as he raggedly whispered the most indecent and lewd things she had ever heard, to the last one that was prompted by that unrelenting mouth and the big - and now vibrating - dildo that was fucking the shit out of her.

 

Hey wait a minute…

 

“That’s…against…the…rules…” She panted out as her body strained through another racking release.

 

He looked up, scowling. “First off I told you to be quiet.”

 

~ SLAP ~

 

Her breath hitched with heady excitement from the sharp slap to her thigh. She’d lost track of how many of those there had been too.

 

“Secondly, it’s not against the rules. We agreed any means possible without actual penetration. This…” he thrust the dildo inside of her all the way to the hilt as it still angrily vibrated, it was a bit painful but it didn’t matter her poor tired body quaked again with violent spasms and she cried out as number twelve rolled right on in. “Is not technically penetration because it’s not my cock. So it doesn’t count.”

 

She would have snorted – he was really grasping for straws with that one - if she wasn’t already feeling her body tensing again when she felt the dildo pull out and something warm being poured over her aching and sore lips which was quickly followed by something cool.

 

“Oh…God, what is…that?”

 

He smirked at her, as he leaned his head to the side and licked her thigh.  “Chocolate fudge and whip cream.”

 

The next thing she felt was something cold – stingingly cold and harsh – she jumped. “What the hell is that?” She asked sharply.

 

He sighed, “Buffy, I’m a civilized man; I can’t eat my hot fudge and whip cream with out a spoon.”

 

Hot Fudge? So that was what he was doing down in the kitchen before…

 

“Oh God…”

 

Thirteen…come on down!

 

She felt the cold metal spoon as he slowly and gently – thank God - dipped it inside of her body. He twirled it around, delicately scraping the insides of her inner walls then he pulled it out and glided the cool metal spoon up and down her cleft scooping up as much hot fudge and whip cream that he could.

 

The music from the Price is Right echoed in her head, as number thirteen stomped down the stairs and started jumping like a lunatic on the stage with hands waving and screeching like a maniac. She wept, she screamed, she pulled on her ties, completely ravaged and thoroughly spent as he causally ate his hot fudge and whip cream gleefully watching her writhe uncontrollably on the bed.

 

Her raw gasping scream filled Angelus’ ears with a contentment that he had not felt before, even with her.  He was amazed actually that he had gotten thirteen out of her already and in thirteen minutes.  Her responses were so overwhelmingly honest and so fucking fast that they astounded even him.  

 

When he boasted that he could make a woman come fifteen times in fifteen minutes, he’d never actually done it before but the idea of testing that theory out on Buffy was too tempting to resist. So here he was working on number fourteen, nestled in between her legs which were spread out with her ankles tied to the foot posts, and using anything and everything he possibly could to make her come.  As he pushed the spoon back inside of her and then spun it around again, number fourteen came the second the clock struck five fourteen.

 

Right on schedule…one more to go

 

He pulled the spoon out and set it aside as he gazed at her.  Though he’d taken her numerous times already the site of her spread open before him with the remnants of fudge sticking to her flesh made him groan with the exerting agony it took not to slam inside of her. 

 

Fuck, she was so amazing, so giving and trusting.  She had completely bowled him over with how open she was to trying different things. Not too mention how much she enjoyed those things.  In the past few days he’d suspected that, but he wasn’t certain and the opportunity to test it never arose.  That all changed with orgasm number three. 

 

He had been so turned on by watching her come that he would have lost his control and banged her – completely defeating the purpose of his little experiment. So instead he took her blindfold off so she could watch as he took his aching cock in his hand and stroked himself with one hand as his other hand played with her clit.  It hadn’t taken long before he ejaculated, shooting his hot seed on to her vagina. The second he did, number three struck, and it had been so beautiful, so spectacular, so fucking bawdy that he grew bolder with his attempts. The degree of his own depravity had shocked even him but it was definitely not as shocking as her open and powerful responses to them.

 

Now that he was nearing his goal, he decided to completely throw her off and switch tactics. While she basked in her last release he moved over and untied her feet from each foot post, then he slide up her body, making sure to rub his chest against her hard nipples.  When contact was made she exhaled a breathy moan as he leaned over and untied her hands from the headboard.  Then he placed a kiss on her lips, light and airy, as he pulled her blindfold off. 

 

When she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him he kissed her again just as lightly, then moved and rested next to her. Side by side they lay as she finally moved her arms and legs on a dramatic deep sigh. He stopped her when she would have turned and coiled up against him, and he gently pressed her shoulder back onto the mattress. Letting his hand glide down her body and to her moist core once more, he leaned in to her ear, licking the rim as he once more became the smooth sensual lover with a voice as deep and hot as Louisiana in the summertime.

 

“Come to me my sweet
a love so warm and tender
and nakedly we shall entwine
the warmth of true surrender
an overwhelming passion
embracing in its reach
a taste of scented avarice
when twinned emotions meet”

His fingers stroked her flesh as he spoke and his hot breath waved over her skin, it was all so perfect, so tantalizing. She lifted her arm and touched his face then traveled to the back of his head, cupping his neck and holding him in place - right where he was -  unwilling to let him go.

 

“Angelus…” She mewled so full of lust and love that his voice croaked with the raw emotion that he felt for her as he continued to recite the poem.

“Compulsion generated
and taken with desire
our lips engulfed in fusion
encapsulating fire
limbs in ached persuasion
in crisis to the heat
exploding in a torment
come to me my sweet.”

 

She was panting, her chest was heaving as her hips rotated against his hand, he watched it all hungrily and with a deep seated passion that should have been appeased hours ago. But when it came to her, his lust was never satisfied.

 

“Come for me milsean…come for me one last time…”

 

Her back arched and her body pitched off the bed as number fifteen took over her senses and exploded inside of her. She shook uncontrollably as her voice, which was now hoarse and grating, shouted with contentment.

 

“OH GOD!”

 

After a few serene, thank God, minutes Buffy finally came down from her orgasmic high only to hear the rasping heavy pants of an unfulfilled male in her ear. The straining tension that she could feel in his body was breathtaking to her but unmistakably painful for him. 

 

“I want to be inside of you, but I don’t think I can be gentle and I don’t want to hurt you.”

 

She smiled at him, then leaned up and kissed him on the mouth as she gently pushed him down on the bed. “Shh…don’t talk. Just relax.”

 

He snorted at her use of the word ‘relax’ because he was so tight that he felt like he was going to snap.  But in the next minute when her hot wet mouth engulfed his aching throbbing cock, he did just that. 

 

With one swoop of her mouth down his length he came hard, shooting his seed down her throat. He felt like he was going to come forever his release was so explosive, and as she kept up her pace, drinking down every drop and humming with tasteful pleasure as she did, he came again.

 

Gradually he came back to earth as the tension in his body ebbed and the stars that had been shining so brightly finally dimmed. He felt such a sense of completion and contentment that he forgot for one minute exactly who he was.

 

Christ, now that’s a freaking orgasm.

 

Buffy warmly chuckled at the look of satisfied bafflement on his face as she released him and slid up his body.  His arms wrapped around her and held her tightly as they kissed leisurely and without lust, both their bodies too spent to ignite anything more.

 

For Buffy it was the best kiss of the night because it was all about emotion and love. It was deep and true, and it wasn’t distorted with the mutual heady attraction that they both had for each other. She felt everything he felt for her in that kiss and her eyes became moist with all the love she felt for him, the love that started to leak with happiness from her green orbs.

 

“What’s a matter milsean?” He softly asked as his finger collected one lone tear that trailed down her flushed cheek.

 

She shook her head, smiling. “Nothing. It’s just…I’m so content. I never thought that I would have this with anyone let alone you.”

 

He smiled back understanding completely just what ‘this’ meant.  He kissed her lightly, his hands rubbing her back in a soothing caress. “I love you and I love the way you make me feel.”

 

Smiling with love shining in their eyes they kissed again, fully and resplendently.  When they pulled apart they both sighed deeply and closed their eyes, snuggling into each other.

 

“God, I’m so tired. What time is it?”

 

“Five-thirty.”

 

“Argh. I don’t want to go to work. I just want to stay here for the rest of the day.” She groggily said against his chest.

 

He threaded his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp, his body was spent and relaxed, her naked warmth pressed against him and he felt…incredible.

 

“Call in sick.”

 

“I wish I could but I can’t. I have a stack of paperwork on my desk that needs to get finished.”

 

He kissed her on the head, squeezing her gently.

 

”What time is practice again?” She asked.

 

“Ten.”

 

She nodded her head but remained silent and in mere seconds the soft sound of snoring was escaping her lips. And as Angelus lay there holding her tightly and listening, it was the cutest noise he’d ever heard.

 

Sighing with deep seated contentment, he squeezed her still amazed by how different – how good - he felt. It was like he suddenly felt whole and the weird thing was that he never realized how un-whole he’d actually felt.  

 

Exhaling and closing his eyes, he settled back into the soft mattress holding her tightly to him.  He had one thought in his head before sleep claimed him and that was what would happen when their friends came back.  

 

What would they say?

 

 

 

*********************

 

 

Later that evening…

 

 

 

“I knew you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other for too much longer. “ Spike conceitedly said as he looked at Angelus. “You guys were almost as bad as these two.” He nodded toward Oz and Willow who sat on the couch side by side, Oz’s arm draped over Willow’s shoulder.

 

Willow blushed in embarrassment but Oz just smiled. He didn’t care what jokes anyone cracked he was just happy that Willow was finally his. Well, they hadn’t actually consummated anything yet but when they were in San Diego they had talked and opened up to each other about how they felt, and they decided to take a chance and see where their relationship could go.

 

Angelus smiled at them feeling happy and secure in his own new circumstances, that being a one woman man.  He never thought it would happen like that for him but it had, and he couldn’t have been more pleased with the results.

 

“I think that’s it for us tonight guys, it’s been a long day.” Oz said as he stood up, holding Willow’s hand and pulling her to her feet. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

 

“Night guys.” Willow shyly answered.

 

“Night Oz, Willow.” Angelus answered as Spike snickered. “Yeah, you two get lost and start shagging. You have to catch up with these two.” He nodded toward Angelus who sat on the couch alone. “Because you know they’ve been going at it like freaking bunnies for the past five days.”

 

Willow blushed profusely then ran out the door, followed by a grinning Oz.

 

“Nice Spike, way to embarrass her. Now poor Oz probably won’t get anything.” Angelus chuckled.

 

Spike sat back on the couch. “It’s only a matter of time my friend. You should have seen Oz, man he was like a little junior you, all smooth and sweet-talking. You would have been very proud.”

 

Angelus chuckled and took a swig of his beer.  He was glad that Oz and Willow had finally gotten their shit together.  They were two of the nicest people he knew and they were perfect for each other. Theirs was a relationship that he could easily see lasting for a very long time.

 

Hell, I’ll probably have to invest in a tux soon…

 

“Now, getting back to you and Buffy, I’m ready for my apology.” Spike proudly commented.

 

“What apology?”

 

“The one that starts off with; ‘Thank you Spike for being such an insightful friend and for making me realize what a stubborn asshole I’ve been. If it weren’t for you, I never would have found the woman of my dreams.’ that apology.”

 

Angelus laughed. “What? You don’t really think you’re the reason why Buffy and I are now together do you?”

 

Spike shrugged, “Well it was me that asked you to sleep with her, was it not?”

 

“Yeah but I told you no, remember. Sorry Spiky you had nothing to do with me and Buffy hooking up.”

 

“Okay you don’t want to admit it that’s fine with me. But you and I both know that if it weren’t for me asking you, then you two would never have gotten together.”

 

“Asking him what?”

 

They both sat up and turned guilty faces to Buffy who stood in the doorway watching them with suspicious eyes.

 

Angelus cleared his throat. “Hey Milsean, how’s Faith?” 

 

Great, Spike and his big mouth, I was really hoping this would never come up. 

 

She stepped inside and closed the door. “She’s fine, she’s sleeping.”

 

The sound of her voice and the obvious coiled tension in her body as she stood there staring at them with her arms crossed over her chest, was a clear indication that his wish would not be granted.

 

Faith was the reason they had come home early. Her cold from Friday had escalated and she was left with laryngitis. Being unable to sing a note, let alone talk, they had cancelled the rest of the gigs and came home two days early.

 

Spike stood up and quickly headed toward the door, he really didn’t want to be a part of this conversation.  “Well that’s it for me.” Walking up to Buffy he kissed her on the cheek and headed toward the door. “You two play nice now.”  He walked out leaving Angelus at the mercy of one petite blonde that was starting to get very unhappy.

 

“What did he ask you to do?”

 

Defense…distract her and hope to God that it works…

 

She took a step closer to him and he reached out and grabbed her by the waist hauling her on top of his lap.  He leaned in and gifted her long slim neck with a wet kiss and then headed north to her ear with this tongue.

 

“You’re not avoiding me on this Angelus.” She sternly said even though the minute he touched her her panties got wet.

 

Okay…not working…

 

He sighed and then looked up at her. “Promise you won’t get mad.”

 

Her eyebrow perked up.  Just hearing those words already made her mad.  But she knew if she didn’t give him the answer he sought he would not tell her. So she lied.

 

“I promise I won’t get mad.”

 

“I don’t believe you.” He said grinning at her.

 

Buffy rolled her eyes and then huffed. “I swear on the Kings that I will not get mad. Just tell me.”

 

He still didn’t believe her but…

 

“Saturday morning, Spike came over to my house and asked me for a favor.”

 

“What kind of favor?” She asked apprehensively.

 

Oh man, this sucked! He knew she was not going to like the answer and no matter who or what she swore on, she was going to be pissed…big time pissed.  His grip tightened around her waist. Well she could get as mad as she wanted to do. He would just keep her right where she was so he could explain things, because he just knew she was going to jump to all the wrong conclusions.

 

“He asked me to sleep with you.”

 

Her face turned red with anger or humiliation he didn’t know, but it was the response he expected. She went to stand up – probably to rant and rave like a psycho woman – but he held her down tightly.

 

It took her a minute to speak because she wasn’t sure what to say. She was angry with Spike for overstepping the boundaries of best-friends, but she felt humiliated more than anything else. Doubt crept into her mind and her heart, the same doubt that she had felt the morning after. A pity fuck. Was that what it had been all about?

 

“Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I slept with you because of that, but that’s not true.  I told him no. Flat out. You can ask him.”

 

She studied his features and read the truth in his eyes, she relaxed.

 

See Buffy you’re just being paranoid…

 

“No I don’t have to ask him. We said we would be honest with each other and trust each other. I believe you and I trust that what you’re telling me is the truth.”

 

She softly answered him and he smiled at her, a blinding smile of love and gratitude. Then he cupped her head and brought her mouth to his for a sinfully slow and tantalizing kiss.  When they pulled apart they were both breathless with desire.

 

“Did he tell you why?” She asked as they leaned against each other’s foreheads.

 

“No. He said it was personal and he couldn’t.”

 

Good, then I don’t have to kill my best friend.

 

“But I know why. I didn’t figure it out right away why he asked, but I understood when Riley showed up at the beach.” He said as he kissed her neck, licking her skin, sucking in the flavor of her delicious skin into his senses and sparking the usual violent hungry lust and passion that he always had for her.

 

Buffy’s head fell back on its own accord, giving him leeway to pleasure her neck with more blistering hot kisses and licks. He thought it was because of Riley.  She could of course go on letting him believe that but she didn’t want to.  It wasn’t so much because they said they would be honest with each other and if she didn’t tell him than she would be breaking that promise. It was more along the lines that she just wanted to share it with him.  Since they’d acknowledged their love she’d found that all she wanted to do was share everything with him. Tell him all her dark secrets. And this one, while being her biggest, darkest and deepest secret, involved him and he had a right to know.

 

“That’s not actually the reason why.” She softly said.

 

His lips stopped and he sat back and looked up at her. “What?”

 

“Riley’s isn’t the reason why Spike asked you to sleep with me.”

 

“Then what was the reason?” He asked with a confused frown on his face.

 

She hesitated because she was embarrassed. This was some personal shit and regardless of who she was telling it to, it didn’t make it any less of an embarrassment.  She looked down at her hands that were on his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt, as a faint blush rose in her cheeks.

 

He gripped her chin and brought her gaze up to his. “Milsean, after everything that we’ve experienced together in the past five days you’re embarrassed to tell me something?”

 

“You’re going to laugh at me.”

 

His eyes bulged with sincere hurt. “Buffy, I would never laugh at you. Tell me.”

 

She sighed, and then settled down against him. Leaning her cheek against his chest as his hands wound around her waist. 

 

“Well…it all started with a dream…”

 

 

 

The End