Session 18

{smut warning! If you don't like this kind of stuff please skip to Session 20}

As the elevator doors slowly slid shut, Spike was quick to continue his tortuous teasing. Quinn's belongings had been tossed to the ground by Spike, who now had her pinned against the tempered glass walls of the elevator shaft.

As the elevator began to ascend, Spike watched the city beneath him  grow smaller and smaller as the shaft quickly made it's way up the countless number of stories. The elevator was situated on the outward side of the building, meaning the entire city was visible from within the shaft. 

Spike admired the view while he kept Quinn's back effortlessly pressed against the glass. He was quite a bit stronger than Quinn, and although she wasn't really resisting his strength, she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to if she tried. 

Spike's hands rarely remained stationary, and within a matter of seconds, Quinn felt him slip his fingers beneath her skirt. 

"Look how I've got you on display for the whole city," he mumbled through kisses as Quinn squirmed against his touch. She had half her face pressed against the glass as the darkened night sky and disappearing city lights filled her with horrendous embarrassment.

"Oh my god," Quinn grimaced as her face turned red. The chances of someone seeing them was close to zero, but despite all odds, Quinn was mortified.

"Oh, are you shy?" Spike mocked as he quickly jammed his fingers inside of her.

Quinn yelped at the sudden impact as her eyes rolled back into her head.

"Fuck... what do you think?" She stammered as his fingers curled inside of her.

"Look how beautiful you are... in front of everyone," Spike laughed as he planted soft kisses along Quinn's neckline.

As embarrassing as it was to be participating in such a juvenile display of public affection, Quinn absolutely despised the fact that she was loving every second of it. The humiliation was terribly erotic, and Spike seemed to be enjoying every moment she spent writhing in anxiety.

"Spike... this is the last place I want to cum... stop," Quinn pleaded as she began tugging her skirt downwards. Spike turned his head towards the elevator doors where he watched the glowing, LED floor numbers increase rapidly by the second. 

"I'm on the top floor," Quinn grimaced. She hoped that the limited time available would discourage him, but his movements did not cease.

"Just a few more seconds," Spike grinned as his speed began to increase. Quinn's knees buckled at the sudden surge. Spike caught her weight before she fell.

"Come on, can't stand up? What's the matter?" He mocked as he used his free hand to keep her stable.

"Fuck, Spike- you're killing me," she groaned as she pathetically fell victim to his dominance.

"We're almost there, better not cum before we get outta here," he threatened. Quinn nodded her head as she felt his fingers suddenly rock against a highly sensitive spot within her.

"Oh shit, Spike... you've- yeah you've got it," Quinn's eyes fluttered open as she felt her back slip against the surface of the glass. Her body began to slink downwards while Spike tried his best to hold her upright.

Quinn was utterly humiliated by their frivolous behavior, but the pleasure she was feeling was more than enough to disrupt the direction of  her moral compass. 

"Oh, does that feel good?" He asked rhetorically as he continued hitting his fingers against her most sensitive area. Her abdomen twisted as a sense of serenity began to wash over her head. Her body melted onto his fingers as she felt the inside of her begin to tense and contract.  

"S-Spike you're g-gonna make me," but just as Quinn was about to finish her sentence, the elevator came to a sudden halt. Quinn groaned as Spikes movements ceased once again. If only he had continued for another minute or so... Quinn surely would have finished.

As the doors slowly slid open, Spike gathered Quinn's belongings before escorting her out of the elevator. Her legs were shaking, and she could hardly walk straight. Spike took her arm as she led him to her apartment. They were silent as they walked, and Quinn was impressed by Spike's sudden respectfulness. The last thing she wanted to do was wake her neighbors, and it seemed like Spike didn't want to cause a scene either. 

 Upon reaching her apartment, Quinn unlocked it with her fingerprint. The door swung open, and the duo was quick to slip inside. Spike closed the door behind him as Quinn kicked off her shoes and directed Spike to leave her things by the door. Once he had done so, Quinn watched as he slowly remove his jacket.

Quinn was growing impatient. She had been edged twice, and all she wanted was to make Spike finish what he had started. She needed some sort of payout, and she needed it soon. Spike turned his back to her as he hung his coat up on the wrack next to her door. In his moment of blindness, Quinn sprung forwards and grabbed him by the hips.

"Come on," she grumbled eagerly as she plunged her face into the back of her neck. Spike tensed at the sudden impact. He laughed under his breath while he allowed Quinn's hands to freely explore his body.

"You sure are eager," he chuckled mockingly as Quinn moved her hands from his hips, down to his thighs. A small gasp escaped Spike's lips as Quinn's fingers brushed over the front of his jeans.

"Feels like you are too," Quinn smiled into his back as she grabbed at the stiffness beneath his pants. She could hear his breath falter as she delicately massaged his hardened length.

"Let's go," Quinn quickly grabbed his hand before pulling him towards her bedroom. Spike was more than eager to comply.

"Hey hey hey slow down," Spike vexed sarcastically as Quinn practically dragged him down the hallway.

"I'm not waiting much longer," Quinn smirked as she pushed open the door to her bedroom.

"Waiting?" Spike questioned sarcastically as she pulled him into her room before slamming the door shut behind them. She flicked on the lights as she planted impatient kisses along his face. 

"Don't play dumb, you know what you've done to me," Quinn scoffed mockingly as she led Spike towards the center of her room. Spike gave Quinn an irritated look as she harshly pushed him down onto the bed. He squinted his eyes bitterly once his back hit the mattress. 

"Wait a moment!" Spike exclaimed angrily as he extended his arm forwards. Quinn was beginning to climb on top of him, but his outstretched armed stopped her from proceeding any further.

"Don't think you can get away with that," he grumbled as he pushed Quinn away from the edge of the bed. She stumbled backwards but Spike was quick to catch her by the arm.

"What're you-" Quinn asked curiously, but before she could finish her thought, Spike grabbed her by the hair and shoved her onto the floor. Her legs buckled under the sudden downwards force, and before she knew it, she was sitting on her knees with her head pointed towards the ground.

Spike had a fistful of her hair in one hand while the other grazed the bottom of her chin.

"You're pushy when you're desperate," he grumbled as he tightened his fist around her hair. Quinn flinched in pain as he tilted her chin upwards.

"But despite your sudden dominance, you're still on your knees for me," He raised an eyebrow as Quinn stared at him absently.

"What do you want?" Quinn replied pathetically as she eyed the obvious hardness that was concealed within his jeans. 

"Take a wild guess," Spike taunted as he removed his hand from her chin. He quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped the front of his pants. Quinn sat patiently with her lips slightly parted as he yanked the elastic band of his boxers downwards.

"Open your mouth," he demanded as he pulled his massive length out from his boxers. Quinn obeyed. Before she could even move forwards on her own, Spike violently pulled her head towards him. She gagged as his length suddenly slammed against the back of her throat.

"There's a good girl," Spike groaned passionately as he began fucking Quinn's face at full force. She choked and gagged on his length while he maintained a steady rhythm between his thrusts and her mouth. 

"Yeah... just like that," he grumbled as he tilted his head back in pleasure. Quinn loved watching how he reacted to her lips around his cock. His expressions were so satisfying to observe, and his suppressed, shaky moans drove Quinn  insane. He was so cocky, and so dominant, but something about him was so undeniably needy. Quinn desperately wanted him to beg for her, but for now she allowed him to fuck her as he pleased. 

"You feel so good Quinn... come on, make your mouth tighter for me," Spike moaned as Quinn tightly sucked her lips inwards. He groaned pleasurably as he grit his teeth together. 

"There ya go," he grumbled through a deep sigh as Quinn sucked, and moaned along the entirety of his length. She hated the feeling of his tip hitting the back of her throat, but she quickly got used to the repeated sensation. His length was certainly threatening, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

Every time he looked down at her, Quinn felt her heart flutter. She loved being on her knees for him, and she enjoyed every second he spent praising her abilities. But eventually his dominance caused Quinn to grow impatient. She was so desperate for some sort of release, and even though she wanted Spike to bring her to it, she simply couldn't wait any longer. 

She slipped her fingers between her thighs, and while she continued to be fucked by him, she touched herself. She squirmed and moaned along to her self inflicted pleasure, and Spike was quick to pick up on her obvious change in behavior. 

"Yeah... good girl... make yourself feel good," Spike groaned before throwing his head back once more. His obvious enjoyment only frustrated Quinn more. She increased the speed of her own touch in order to satisfy her growing sexual desires, but she knew it wasn't going to be enough. 

"Oh fuck me," Spike grumbled angrily as his pace began to increase. Quinn could tell he was getting close, and as she continued to allow him to throat fuck her, she waited for the sign that he was about to cum.

"Mmmm Quinn, fuck, you feel s-so good," he stammered as he tilted his head downwards.

Quinn stared at him as her feeble figure moved to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.

"Quinn," Spike groaned as he voice trailed off. Quinn's eyebrows knit together in anticipation. She moaned along his cock, urging him to finish. 

"Jesus, you're gonna make me-" he continued, but just as he was about finish himself, Quinn used all her strength to pull away from his movements. In one swift motion, Quinn threw herself backwards.

Spike's expression twisted as Quinn suddenly stood up in front of him.

"Just what do you think you're do-"Spike huffed bitterly, but Quinn cut him off. Using all her weight, she shoved him back onto the bed. This time she didn't allow Spike to stop her. She quickly climbed on top of him as she guided him into the center of her bed.

Spike didn't try to push back. He allowed her to sit on his chest while she removed her blouse and skirt. 

"Looks like someone couldn't wait," Spike sneered tauntingly as she discarded her clothing onto her bedroom floor. 

"Don't act like you're surprised," she retort as she aided Spike in the removal of his jeans and boxers. Quinn leaned down to kiss him while she straddled his hips. While she kissed him, she unbuttoned his shirt and removed his tie while he fiddled with the clasp of her bra. 

Once Quinn had him completely naked, she removed her underwear.

"Don't think you get to cum before I get to fuck you," Quinn teased sensually as she raised her hips above his cock. Spike grinned.

"I was really hoping for this," he stated pompously before Quinn wrapped her hand around his throbbing length. She felt him twitch beneath her touch as she tightened her fingers around him.

"Come on, why don't you beg for it," Quinn taunted as she listened to Spike's breath hitch in his throat.

"Mmmm Quinn, y-you know you d-don't make the rules here," he stuttered as she continued to play with his desperate length. His cheeks were flushed bright red while his half opened eyes stared at her hungrily. 

"Don't you want me?" Quinn added as she steadily moved her hand up and down his cock.

"Of course I do," Spike's mouth hung open as he allowed a soft moan to leave his throat.

"Then beg me to fuck you," Quinn whispered erotically as she brought his length between her thighs. She watched Spike bite his lip in frustration as she rubbed the tip of him along her dripping entrance.

"Not a c-chance," he stammered pathetically, but his confidence was cut short when Quinn plunged the tip of him inside of her. He moaned pleasurably as she felt the top of him twitch within her. He tried to buck his hips upwards, but Quinn stopped him from pushing any further.

"Oh Spike, when will you learn your manners?" Quinn teased as she slowly began riding his end. Spike squirmed impatiently as Quinn watched his pride slowly slip away.

"P-please," he murmured, but Quinn had yet to be convinced.

"Please what?" She tested, and Spike groaned as his eyes fluttered open.

"Fuck me, Quinn, please," he begged, and Quinn quickly jammed the rest of his length inside of her. Spike grunted loudly as she sudden entry startled him. Quinn brought her hands to his face as she kissed him. She maintained a steady rhythm along his cock as she rocked against his hips.

"Quinn, yes, just like that, yes," Spike praised pitifully. As much as Quinn was enjoying herself, she knew Spike wasn't going to last very long. She had just edged him before this, and she knew Spike was already doing everything he could to hold himself back. It was clear he didn't want the pleasure to end, and Quinn felt the same way.

As she fucked him, she enjoyed hearing the almost pathetic moans of pleasure echo within his throat. It was obvious he adored her dominant nature, but it was also clear that he wasn't one to back down without a fight. Luckily for Quinn, she had won for tonight, and that meant she got to make the rules. 

"I get to cum before you do," Quinn stated as she quickly pulled him out of her.

"Wh- why are you s-stopping then?" Spike spluttered shakily as Quinn reached over towards her nightstand. His hands pawed at her breasts in a desperate attempt to bring her back. 

"I get to cum before you get to cum," she stated once again as she pulled a small, cylindrical device from her nightstand drawer. She wanted Spike to make her cum on his own, but she knew it was a difficult task to achieve while she was on top. Of course given the right circumstances Spike would have been able to make her cum for sure, but Quinn was desperate, and she didn't think Spike was going to be able to hold out long enough for her to finish off without the help of some sort of external aid. 

"Don't worry, I wont stop playing with you," Quinn announced as she quickly slide herself back onto him. Spike exhaled sharply as Quinn began fucking him once again.

"I'm gonna use you to make myself cum with the help of this," she held held the device up to his face before clicking a button on the end of it. The hot pink vibrator began to buzz as she slipped it in between her legs. Spike watched in awe as Quinn placed the device over her clit.

She felt her insides tense once the vibrations struck her body. She could tell Spike felt it too.

"Oh God Quinn- you, you're- you feel too good," he stammered feebly as she bounced herself along his length. The way he reacted when she tensed around him was more than enough to drive her to orgasm. With each sudden inner contraction, she felt herself getting closer and closer to her peak. 

"Quinn- you're gonna..." Spikes voice trailed off as he squeezed his eyes shut. Quinn watched as he tightly gripped the bedsheets beneath him. 

"Not yet," Quinn groaned as she felt herself contract once again. She was going to cum, but she needed Spike to keep going. 

"Quinn I can't hold back much longer," he groaned through grit teeth. His entire body was giving out beneath her yet he managed to continue his steady, rhythmic thrusting. As impressive as it was, Quinn was worried he wasn't going to last. She only needed a few more minutes-  likely less than that, and she hoped he could hold on for just a little longer. 

"Please please please don't cum yet," Quinn cried out as she quickly increased the speed of her vibrator. The abrupt change caused Quinn's insides to tightly contract. Spike felt her tighten, and she watched as he quickly responded to the sudden sensitivity. 

"Oh fuck me," Spike growled as he tilted his head back into the pillows.

"You're gonna make me cum and I can't fucking control it," he added. His eyes were shut tight as his face began to grow red. His teeth were tightly grit together and as he moved both his hands onto her hips, Quinn grimaced as she felt his nails dig into her skin.

"S-spike p-please I'm g-gonna," Quinn groaned as her entire body began to relax. She felt her abdomen twist, and just as she reached her release, Spikes cries indicated that he had given out as well.

"Fucking hell- I'm cumming Quinn- fuck!" Spike whimpered coarsely as he pumped himself into her.

Quinn cried as her body melted into his. Tears began to well in her eyes as she hunched herself over Spikes shaking figure. The pleasure she was feeling was unlike anything she had experienced before. 

"Spike- oh my god!" Quinn moaned pathetically as she fell forwards onto his chest. Her body was shaking, and she couldn't control her screams of ecstasy. 

Spikes bestial moans filled her ears as she buried her face in his shoulder. She kissed and bit at the skin around his neck as she shamelessly road out the last remaining seconds of her orgasm.

His skin was sweet in her mouth, and his body seemed to perfectly align with hers. Spike's thrusting began to slow as he dragged his hands up the length of her back. His hands explored her exposed skin as Quinn's orgasm slowly came to a finish. She switched off her vibrator before tossing it into her nightstand drawer. 

For a  moment they both laid in silence. The only sound present was their erratic heartbeats and off tempo  breathing. Quinn's breath suddenly caught in her throat as she felt him pull himself out of her. 

She felt a specific wetness drip out from within her as his length slipped away from the space between her legs. As she laid there silent on top of his chest, she smiled as she listened to his breathing return to normal.

She felt amazing, and for the first time in awhile she truly felt fulfilled. 

"Told you I'd go through with my promise," Spike casually broke the silence between them as Quinn made herself comfortable on top of his resting body.

"I'm glad," Quinn smiled as she lifted her head upwards.

"You know how long I've been waiting for that?" She teased as her eyes locked with his.

"Longer than you wanted I'm assuming," he replied sheepishly as his off coloured eyes glimmered under the soft glow of her bedroom light.

"It was worth the wait," Quinn smiled as he leaned down for a kiss.  Spikes lips fit perfectly against hers, and every time she pulled away, she quickly went back in for more. 

The rest of the night was nothing but a blur. At some point Quinn had switched off the lights, and somehow they had both managed to comfortably make their ways underneath the bed sheets. Starlight shimmered in through Quinn's bedroom window casting a romantic glow overtop of the duo as the two of them fell asleep together. 

That night, Quinn dreamt of nothing. Her mind was blank, but she was glad that it was. She slept soundly throughout the night with the only disturbance being the occasional adjustments she'd make in order to keep herself comfortably entangled with her partner. 

The transition into sleep was effortless, and Quinn was surprised that she was able to pass out so seamlessly. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe Spike just made her feel safe. Whatever it was, she liked it, and she welcomed the experience with open arms. 

For the first time in months, she truly felt at peace.