Fortunately, Spike wasn't perceptive enough to know when Drusilla lied. Different from Buffy, really. Likely because half the time, he could barely keep up with her.

"That's right, lamb. Badder than bad, that's me. And I've got you right where I want you."

He'd never admit it, but Harmony had turned him onto the idea of roleplay in the bedroom. It was never like that with Buffy. It was all visceral. Passionate, yes, but that was about it. Here, he was feeling powerful again. That was refreshing.

He descended onto the bed with her, leaning on one knee just above her. Cradling her head with one hand. He had her pinned down.