Superiority

Something happened which shook Spike’s confidence even more. Spike heard that Rarity’s favorite band (Octavia and the Melodies) was having a small, intimate concert. He came home from work and told her about it, and then tried to get tickets on line, but they were sold out. Rarity seemed completely not bothered, though. Although she would have liked to have gone, it turned out she had to work late at the boutique on the night of the concert anyway. Even though Rarity wasn’t remotely bothered, Spike was. If they weren’t having problems in the bedroom, he probably would have brushed the whole thing off. However, the way he saw it now, not only was he not able to satisfy her in the bedroom, he was failing in the platonic part of their relationship as well. He wasn’t able to give her the things she wanted.

The night of the concert, as soon as Rarity went off to work, Spike got to work on his plan to make up for it. He bought some nice wine, and had some music from the band they were missing, and he spent hours arranging and lighting candles to make the whole apartment as romantic as possible. He was determined that when Rarity came home, she would see that he was romantic, caring, and able to provide for her experiences just as good as any concert.

After he had set up, he had plenty of time to wait for her, and it was a little agonizing. He knew she would be home late, but he was so eager to carry out his plan it made waiting for her worse than usual. Then she turned out to be even later than she said, making the minutes after her schedule return feel ten times longer. What was she doing? He wanted to call, but knew that would ruin the overall effect, so with huge amounts of restraint, he held back from dialling her number.

Finally, she came home, and even though she must have been working for hours, she seemed elated and happy. Perhaps it was because she saw the candles when she opened the door, Spike thought. He was waiting for her in the living room, at the end of a small path of candles he had set out for her.

“I felt bad that I couldn’t take you to the concert,” Spike said. “So, I just wanted to do something really nice for you. I thought, if it’s not to silly, that we could dance together, here, in the candle light.” Rarity giggled, and continued to giggle while they swayed to the music in the living room. Spike thought that what he had done was a huge success.

He tried to repeat it afterwards with other gestures, big and small. She seemed to get more busy, which meant that he spent more time waiting for her. However, in the time they were together, he worked hard to try and constantly keep her feeling like she was the center of his world. He got her flowers for no reason, he would give her back rubs, which she especially liked when she came home tired, and he did other things. Rarity was really appreciative. She seemed to be the happiest she had ever been.

Another small incident happened which, much to Spike’s surprise, seemed to push Rarity’s mood into even higher levels, although he would have never guessed something like this would have made a positive impact.

Rarity had left to go to work, and Spike particularly liked something about the way she looked that day, with her tight skirt and blouse showing ample cleavage. He could barely contain himself. He was in the bedroom and jerking off soon after she left. A little while later, the bedroom door opened and Rarity entered. She must have forgotten something, because she was unexpectedly back from work.

“Oh my god,” Rarity said when she entered the room.

“Oh shit,” Spike said and he scrambled to get his pants up over his hard penis and simultaneously stand up, but because of the panic, he stumbled a bit and while he was able to get to the side of the bed and pull his pants up a little way, his penis was still exposed.

“No, wait,” Rarity said, and she walked over to sit beside him on the bed. “Stop. It’s okay.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” Spike said.

“Don’t be,” Rarity said. There was a long pause. “Do you do this a lot?” Rarity asked. Spike looked down and didn’t want to get into it. “Please don’t be embarrassed,” Rarity went on. "It’s okay, really. I actually like that you’re doing this.” Spike looked up, surprised.

“What?” He asked. “You do? Why?”

“Well,” Rarity said with a smile, “I bet it’s me you’re thinking about.” Spike blushed. He nodded as a response. “Do you do this a lot, when I’m not around? Do you do this when I’m out?” Again, Spike nodded. “I like that you want me this much. I want you to keep going,” Rarity said, and as she did, she had her hands in her lap so when she brought her shoulders forward, it caused her huge breasts to be pushed out to display them in all their glory to Spike. He took the cue and stared down into her cavernous cleavage.

“Really?” Spike asked. “Yes,” Rarity responded, swaying her body just a little so that her breasts would jiggle. Almost unconsciously, as if hypnotized, Spike began stroking his rock hard penis again. “Just don’t get your hopes up that this is going to end up with sex. I’m not ready for that yet. But, I think I’m going to enjoy this too.” Spike was spanking off furiously now, and Rarity leaned in toward him a little more, making her show of her breasts to him a little more erotic. “I want you to tell me what you’re thinking about while you do this.”

“I,” Spike said, his voice slightly stuttered because of the jerking motion of his body and because of his excitement. As he spoke, the excitement built up. “I want you so bad, it drives me crazy. I want to put my cock between your tits and cum all over your face. I want you to rub your tits in my face. You’re so fucking hot, you’re the hottest woman in the world and I want to fucking rape you and fuck you hard god I need you so bad I fucking worship you you’re my goddess god please suck my cock put your perfect lips around my shaft I need it sobadfuckIcan’tlivewithoutyouyou’reafuckinggoddessyourmygoddessyou, you, you” Spike came, little spurts of semen shooting up onto his shirt and dribbling all over his hand. Rarity leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, like a mother comforting a child.

“Oh, Spikey Wikey,” she cooed. “I’m glad you shared that with me. From now on, I want to see you spanking off more. I want you to let me know when you’re going to do it.” Spike’s head was spinning from just having cum. For once, he didn’t feel that feeling of being a loser after masturbating. Her acceptance of it meant everything. It was also the most sexual thing they had done together in a long, long time, so he was encouraged that maybe this was going to lead to more. He felt a little embarrassed sitting there with his own cum on him, but Rarity’s smile made everything okay.

Suddenly Rarity got up and left, saying she had to get back to work. Her departure was understandable, as she was probably already late, but at the same time it left Spike just sitting there with his own cum making his hand sticky and without her in the room to validate it as something they shared, he felt a little foolish again. Still, it was better than before.

Rarity came back later that night completely exhausted, and she slept in so that Spike didn’t get a chance to talk to her before he left for work. When he got home, he found Rarity washing and she was in a great mood. She was smiling, and happy, and bounded over to Spike to give him a big hug when he got in the door.

Spike was amazed. He wondered if having caught him masturbating really did have this much positive effect, because it was so strange to think about. He knew she had a thing about being desired, so it made sense that she liked to be the focus of his spanking off fantasies. Still, if he were to guess at what her reaction would be, he would more guess that she would be mildly pleased to hear it, not be so elated as to put a spring in her step.

Rarity wanted to talk about it in detail that night. She was happy to find out that Spike had been masturbating since they began their break from sex, so long ago. She wanted to know what he thought about, where and how he did it. She wished he had told her long before. Spike was a little uncomfortable talking in this much detail about masturbation, because it was simply an embarrassing topic. However, since it seemed to excite Rarity so much, he was willing to play along.

She insisted that from now on, he include her when he masturbated. At first, she just wanted him to give her a quick text message so she would know when he was doing it, which he dutifully did. She didn’t respond to his text messages, but she would tell him later that she got it and that it made her happy. She once said that it was better than getting flowers.

Rarity didn’t seem as busy as she had been before. She went out with the girls less and took less shifts. She told Spike that she hired some girls to help her with the boutique. He was surprised, as he was being surprised by many things. It meant they spent more time together. Rarity started making out with Spike more, getting him worked up, and then she would want him to masturbate to her. She didn’t want him to touch her sexually, and she didn’t touch him except for kissing and maybe brushing her breasts into his face. It wasn’t sex, but with the kissing and light caressing, it seemed like the building blocks of sex were being put in place, so Spike had hope that this really was going back toward a regular sex life.

After a couple weeks, Rarity added a new element. On the occasions when she went out, she would dress and act so sexy that she got Spike so worked up that he was spanking off as Rarity was getting ready to leave. She would make him promise, however, not to cum, to wait until she got back. She said she loved the idea of him being turned on the whole time she was away. Spike did as he was told.

Aside from the masturbation fetish that had developed between them, Rarity was always in bright spirits, and Spike was completely happy. Everything seemed to be working in their marriage, and heading in the right directions. They would be having sex soon, and the picture would be perfect. Even though weeks went by, Spike found that Rarity’s new attitude made it easy to be patient.

He loved her now more than ever, and he tried to show it as much as possible. He fawned over her, and she loved it.

Then, just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Rarity came to Spike with an announcement.

“I’m ready,” she said simply, with a wicked smile that filled out the rest of the sentence. She said it over dinner, and Spike dropped his fork.

“Really?” he said, excited. “You are? Now?”

“Yes, really,” Rarity said, obviously enjoying Spike’s puppy-like eagerness. “Not tonight, but this weekend.” Spike thought it was a little odd to schedule it. He assumed that when they first had sex again, it would be a more spontaneous thing. He thought one of the times he was masturbating in front of Rarity that she would start touching him and it would go from there. However, he wasn't about to be picky. If Rarity wanted to fuck, Spike would do it whenever, wherever, and however she wanted. “There’s more, though,” Rarity said. Spike didn't have to ask the obvious question, his eyes conveyed his rapt attention to whatever she was going to say about it. “I know what I want, and it might surprise you a bit.”

“What?” Spike asked. “Anything. Anything you want, I’ll do.” Rarity giggled a little in response.

“I want to do something a little S and M-ish,” Rarity said. “I want to tie you up.” Spike was genuinely surprised. He definitely did not expect that she would want to jump from no sex into something quite so involved. Still, he could even feel now in his groin an ache that insisted he play along.

“If that’s what you want,” Spike said. “I thought we already tried a little S and M, and you didn't like it.”

“This time will be different,” Rarity said. “I didn't do it right before. This time, I’m going to take you to a special place.”

“What?” Spike said, wondering if there was anything about this situation that wasn't going to surprise him. “We won’t do it here, in our apartment?”

“No,” Rarity said, “I want to go to this place where we can do it right. But I’m not going to tell you anything more now. I want it to be a surprise. Okay?”

“Yes!” Spike practically yelped. “I’m looking forward to it!” And he did look forward to it, thinking about nothing else for the days in between Rarity’s announcement and the day it was going to happen. He couldn't believe the day had finally arrived. He felt he had really suffered through all these months of yearning for his own wife and being denied her. He had gone through a whole lot of feelings, from feeling pathetic, to feeling like a loser, to being frustrated, and many others. In the end, though, it was worth the wait and had been the right thing to do. They had built up their perfect marriage in every way, and now that Rarity was ready to have sex again, the picture would be complete. Spike was the happiest he had ever been in his life.

They didn't talk about it, though Rarity’s attitude was very different. Her eyes had a devilish glint in them, and Spike would catch her looking at him with a wicked glint that let him know that she was anticipating it as much as he was. Spike stopped masturbating in the meantime as well, wanting to make sure that he was fully refreshed and ready to enjoy her to the fullest.

At last, the day came. Rarity was gone for most of the day, getting prepared, and then she phoned Spike from a cab she was in, out in front of their apartment. He came down, dressed simply as she had instructed. He found her in the cab wearing her grey overcoat, tightly bound up to hide her clothes underneath. He could see she was wearing some truly sexy tall black boots, though, a slight hint of the excitement to come.

They drove out to what looked like an old run down building, which surprised Spike. He had assumed it would be some kind of hotel. Inside, though, after going up some stairs, Spike was yet again surprised as they entered a room which was completely unlike the outside. It was bright, clean and completely white.