Spike sat on his stone slab, and he watched as Dawn floated back into his crypt. She was a little young, but she had a shadow of sexyness that her sister owned. In a few years he might just have a go, he thought, but tonight, his prize was far better. Dawn walked to the corner of his crypt and layed down on his couch. The wish he had made to make the Summers girls submissive to him worked, and now... as a shadow fell across his floor... he was about to get his reward.
He looked up to the entrance, and saw Buffy, in her short, tight skirt, and her shirt that showed off her clevage, and the utter look of submission she wore on her face.
"Spike?" she called out meekly.
"Aye, Pet." he said as he sat up. She slowly made her way towards him, he arms handcuffed behind her. Her head lowered and her eyes trying to meet his. She stood in front of him, and she couldn't meet his eyes. Spike smiled as he put his hand around her waist and pulled her into him.
"Buffy... you've never looked... better." he said as she looked up to him.
