Juliatheyounger
Author's Site: http://www.geocities.com/juliatheyounger/fiction.htm
Disclaimer: Lucky old Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy et al own these characters but I'm going to use them for my own perverse purposes for a while.
Rating: NC17 for only a little violent erotica. Warning, possibly laughable sex scenes. Still am out of my depth in the whole descriptive sex area.
Summary: Spike wants to play a little game. One involving Buffy and some chains. Unfortunately Buffy isn't very good at the whole submissive thing.
Spoilers: Set post season 5, possibly in my Hot Chocolate world in the future.
Author's note: Have obviously been reading too much NC17 BDSM B/S fic. This is my take on the idea.
Thanks to Helen for the link to the Scully thinkpiece ;) I'm afraid I'm still not finished it and hence this is no where near as good or interesting. And thanks to Ferret for being my guinea-pig for this fic.
"I don't see why we have to come down here," complained Buffy as she stepped off the ladder that led down into the cavern under Spike's crypt. "It's dirty and dusty and don’t get me started on the not so pleasant memories."
Spike grabbed her around the waist and silenced his love with a kiss. He pulled back and smirked at her evilly.
"I went to the bloody mall for five bloody hours, now you have to do this."
Buffy glared at him, not really annoyed, she just didn't want him to think she was totally in love with this idea. Truth be known it actually turned her on a bit and secretly she had fantasised about it, once or twice. Not that she'd ever admit that to Spike.
"What is it with vampires and bondage anyway?"
"Not just vampires love," grinned Spike. "Lots of normal human types like it too. Bet Harris and the ex-demon get up to S&M fun all the time."
"I don't think Xander and Anya should exactly be used as a litmus test for human sexual behaviour," commented Buffy. For the first time she turned and actually noticed the changes in the room.
Spike had been busy.
She suspected the 'her' shrine had gone long ago, but there was now a bed, of all things, down here, made up with red satin sheets. It was a four poster and had a very sturdy looking bed-head. Some suspicious looking scarves were draped across it. By the bed was a table with a bottle of champagne being chilled. The thing that really made her stop though was the chains. They were still there, but now there was a chair and a table and lots and lots of what Buffy could only suppose were sex toys. She raised an eyebrow.
"Well you're certainly prepared."
Spike grinned. "Never know when you're going to let me do this again, love, had to make the most of it."
Buffy rolled her eyes and pretended she wasn't starting to get moist between the legs at the thought of Spike's promises.
"So like, are we doing to full role playing thing, do you want to be all, fangy and scary?"
Spike actually looked embarrassed. "If you're going to put it like that Buffy-"
"I just want to know whether I'm supposed to be all, 'I want to stake you, you evil vampire' or not."
Spike looked at her, a smirk twitching on his lips. "Why don't I be Spike and you be Buffy and we just can't resist each other?"
"Ahuh. Or I could be Harmony and you could be Angel. Now that would be reallllly interesting."
Spike laughed at the thought. "Sorry love didn't bring enough hair gel and your IQ is about a hundred points too high."
"Ok, well, it's your party. What do you want me to do?"
Spike looked at her speculatively. "Why don't we start with chains?"
Buffy smirked. "Ooh are you going to confess your love to me and threaten to feed me to Drusilla again?"
Spike glowered. He knew her quips were all part of her defense mechanism, but she was really being provoking…almost like that night…Spike suddenly grinned. He pulled the beautiful blonde woman he worshipped and adored into his arms. He kissed her gently.
"Buffy, I love you, you know that?" he reassured her. "And I promise not to do anything you don't want me to."
Buffy nodded. "I know, I'm just, Slayer mode I guess."
Spike grinned. "You know I like you in Slayer mode baby." He vamped out. Buffy winced, she still wasn't exactly enamoured with her usually sexy boyfriend's demonic form. His human face was too nice to get all wrinkly.
Spike looked at her questioningly.
"Ok, keep it on if you want, but I'm using stakes when it's your turn," said Buffy. "Now chain me up, fang boy."
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Buffy stood chained, wrists and ankles in the cavernous space under Spike's crypt. She was also blindfolded so all her other Slayer senses were working over time. It wasn't that she was frightened. Ok, a little nervous. It was more the sense of not being in control that bothered her. She did trust Spike. Otherwise there'd be no way in hell she'd have agreed to do this and he'd be a vacuum sized pile of dust as of the moment he suggested it. They'd been together for six months now and not once had Spike ever done anything unloving to her sexually. The problem was she'd been in too many real situations like this before, sans the sex toys of course, and they hadn't been of the good. It was really hard not to go all Slayery.
Suddenly she sensed Spike standing beside her. Her muscles tensed in anticipation. She heard a light chuckle and knew Spike had sensed her tense up. Buffy tried to relax. This was supposed to be fun. It was just a bit of erotic play making, not a reason to go all hyper-defensive.
She felt his lips touch hers lightly and Buffy did relax a bit then. Kisses. Kisses were good. Oh, and that thing he was doing with his hands on her cotton covered nipples…even better.
At Spike's request Buffy was wearing a short skirt, a shirt that buttoned down the front and a bra with a front clasp. Buffy had told Spike, when they discussed attire, that it didn't matter what he wore as he wouldn't be wearing it for long anyway. Spike had liked that suggestion so much they hadn't made it out of the bedroom for another half hour.
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Spike drew back from Buffy reluctantly. He pulled himself together, for a moment he'd almost changed his mind about the whole thing, unchained her and just ravished her on the bed. He stepped back and surveyed his beautiful slayer. One of the things he admired about Buffy was her strength and determination. The fact that here she was, basically at his mercy, yet still managing to look like she could beat the crap out of him if she so chose, turned him on no end. Part of him, the demon part, wanted to break that strength. To make her beg. The rest of him wanted to just liked making Buffy moan. And come. Tonight he was going to give both parts of himself a lot of leeway.
After watching her for several moments, during which she wiggled self-consciously as she sensed his eyes on her, he stepped forward.
"The idea of bondage, love," purred Spike by her ear. "Is to make the other person submit to whatever pain or pleasure you choose to inflict on them. To push them over the edge of ecstasy or pull them back, at whim. It's about trust and crossing boundaries."
Buffy found herself oddly turned on by this suggestion. It was probably just Spike doing that sexy voice thing again, she decided. The man could make her wet just reciting the Declaration of Independence. Part of her, however, rebelled.
"Just be careful what you try to make me submit to," she said, managing to flick her hair disdainfully despite being bound and blindfolded.
Spike chuckled. "Just say the word Slayer, and I'll stop." He moved to one side and adjusted the chain holding her right leg so it was pulled to the side. He did the same to the left chain so that Buffy found her legs spread. It was decidedly disconcerting, and also, a little exciting. She waited in anticipation, naughty thoughts springing to her mind about what Spike usually did between her legs.
Spike surveyed his handiwork. That was better. Now to lose some of that clothing.
Buffy suppressed a shudder of pleasure as she felt Spike's hands glide over her body. She felt him unbuttoning her blouse. The only sound was that of fabric brushing against fabric as one by one each button was undone.
Spike pushed the blouse open exposing Buffy's black lace clad breasts and very firm, taut Slayer body. Spike thought maybe it wasn't such a good idea him going first after all. His cock started to ache against his trousers as looked at Buffy displayed before him. And he hadn't even got to her knickers yet.
Buffy gasped as Spike moved close to her again and began to pepper her cleavage and stomach with kisses. She felt him kneel before her and grip her left thigh with a strong cool hand. She felt his other hand press against the crotch of her now very damp panties and bit back a moan.
Spike drank in the scent of Buffy's arousal. She was enjoying it, despite all the bitching that had gone on for the past hour or so. The knowledge made him oddly pleased and increased the throbbing in his groin. With expert hands he eased her skirt up over her hips. He felt Buffy shiver under his touch.
"We haven't even begun yet love," Spike murmured.
Having said this, he stood and stepped back, considering how to start.
Buffy waited in tense silence. Her arousal was growing stronger and except for that brief caress, moments before, Spike had barely touched her. And with her legs spread wide in this fashion she was powerless to calm the mounting tension inside her. Buffy took in a deep breath, chiding herself. She wasn't finding this torturous, not at all. She was just fine. She wasn't going to moan. If Buffy didn't have a blindfold on she would have glared at her lover. She could just tell he was enjoying this. Buffy started plotting what she'd do to Spike when it was her turn. The small overnight bag she'd left by the wall contained some items that were going to make things very interesting.
Suddenly she heard a buzzing sound. She instinctively tensed and then she felt Spike standing beside her again, pressing against her. He was very aroused. Good. He nibbled her ear lobe and then Buffy felt it. A cool smooth vibrating length was run over her body. Spike flicked and pinched her left nipple through her bra with one hand and ran the vibrator over her right breast with his other. Buffy tried to press her groin against him as he played with her breasts but he was having none of that and chuckled and stepped to the side, rubbing himself against her hip.
Buffy gasped as desire mounted. And then he stopped and stepped away from her. Buffy waited, a tingle of anticipation in her lower stomach and a growing fire in her vagina.
Then there was a snip, and sudden coolness and then another snip and Buffy's panties fell to the floor.
"Hey!" Buffy said indignantly. "They were new!" The knowledge that he'd used scissors sent a tingle of fear through her. Fear that she logically ignored. Spike would NOT hurt her.
"Should have taken them off before hand then," said Spike callously. He almost wished Buffy didn't have the blindfold - he loved the way her eyes flashed when she was annoyed. But annoyed wasn't the emotion he was after tonight. Desperate, trembling, aching desire was what he was looking for.
He pressed his lips to hers and this time stepped between her legs, bending his knees slightly so the bulge in his pants pressed against the soft, damp curls between Buffy's legs.
Buffy moaned. It was the sound Spike was looking for. Cruelly he stepped away.
He saw her face crinkle into a frown. Her legs pulled against the chains.
The buzzing started again. Buffy's legs trembled as Spike flicked the clasp on her bra and exposed her breasts. Instead of the vibrator however, it was Spike's lips and tongue that were on her nipples.
"What happened to the vibrator?" Buffy asked.
"Couldn't resist," murmured Spike, teasing one nipple with his mouth and the other with his hand. He alternated and Buffy quivered, the feeling between her legs too intense.
"Spike," she gasped.
"Yes pet?"
Buffy heard the humour in his voice. She saw how it was. Well she wasn't going to beg him for anything.
"Nothing, keep on, you know, doing what you're doing," she grit her teeth and tried to think of non-sexual thoughts. Giles. Giles reading a book. That was pretty non-sexual. Oh ewww, bad time to be thinking about Giles.
Spike smirked. She was so proud. That was part of why he loved her. And that's why he wanted to do this. He wanted to make her let go, to be completely open to him. Completely honest. Unable to hold anything back.
Spike flicked on the vibrator again and ran it over her thighs, barely millimetres from Buffy's sensitive pubic region.
Buffy gave up the teeth gritting and moaned.
"That's what I want to hear love," Spike purred. Buffy almost growled in frustration as the vibrator was flicked off.
"Spike! For crying out loud, touch me or something," Buffy demanded. Spike chuckled and flicked on the vibrator again, but did not touch her with it.
"Now Slayer, you didn't ask very nicely did you?"
"Spike-" there was a warning in her tone.
"Play nice love and I might just give you want you want."
Buffy rolled her eyes behind her blindfold. He was so going to pay when it was his turn.
"Fine, I'll play along," said Buffy a little acidly. "Please oh please Big Bad, I want you to touch me. You make me so hot you big wicked demon you."
Spike chuckled but he switched off the vibrator.
"That wasn't very sincere now was it Slayer?" Spike returned his lips to her nipples and then for the briefest second let his fingers brush across the damp curls between Buffy's legs.
Buffy tried, she really tried, not to moan, but it came out anyway.
"Spike…"
"Now that's more like it," whispered Spike sliding down her body onto his knees.
Buffy gripped the chains at her wrists as Spike got to work.
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Buffy moaned and twisted against her bonds as Spike's tongue did delicious things between her legs. Without being able to see or move, each touch, each lick and flick of his tongue was heightened.
Slap! The stinging sound of Spike's open palm on the Slayers ass rang through the cavern.
"Hey!" cried Buffy, more surprised than hurt. "What was that for?"
Spike didn't say anything, he just massaged her bottom with one hand and delved into her cunt with his tongue.
Buffy couldn't stop herself sinking into the pleasure and when he suddenly spanked her again she couldn't help the feeling of surprise.
"And can I just say, ow?" she snapped. She was starting to regret not staking Spike after he lost the chip.
Spike chuckled.
"Slayer we beat each other up far worse than that every day in training."
"Yeah…but…" Buffy began with a petulant whine that faded into a moan of pleasure.
"But nothing Slayer," murmured Spike from between her legs. He stood and kissed her fiercely, wanting her to taste herself on his lips. He pulled back and whispered in her ear.
"I could inflict pain or pleasure on you Slayer, powerless as you are like this." Buffy let out a little whimper as a tingle of excitement formed in her stomach. The fingers of one hand delved inside her and then as the next slap fell across her bare ass, Buffy didn't complain one bit.
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It had all started when Buffy had come across a sealed section in the magazine
she was reading. She and Spike were having a lazy night in. Spike was flicking
through channels and exchanging banter with Buffy. Suddenly he noticed she'd
gone very quiet. He also noticed a sudden, enticing aroma. Spike looked up,
Buffy was engrossed in the magazine.
Her eyes were quite wide.
"What are you reading love?" he asked curiously.
Buffy turned bright pink. She decided to cover her embarrassment with righteous indignation.
"Can you believe the stuff these people do?" she demanded, waving the magazine.
"What do what people do?" Spike asked, a little bemused, but very interested to see what had gotten the Slayer so excited.
"This! S&M bondagey sex," Buffy said. "One woman had this guy sew up his testicles over his penis. And he left it like that for days. I mean how did he go to the toilet?"
Spike snorted with laughter. He grabbed the magazine out of her hands. Trying to keep a straight face he turned the magazine this way and that examining all the pictures from all angles.
"Mmm, like that one…not bad…that's a bit fun too…like what that one's wearing…"
"Spike!"
"What?" he asked innocently.
Buffy glared at him. "Its gross! Don't perve at it."
"Not always gross love," grinned Spike. "Sometimes it's just a bit of fun."
"Oh yeah I forgot about you and demon princess and the nasty vamp sex."
Spike never quite got used to hearing an edge of jealousy in Buffy's tone when she mentioned Drusilla. He cocked his head to one side and studied the love of his life thoughtfully.
"We could try it some time," he suggested. "Nothing violent or gross. Just you know, bit of fun - handcuffs, scarves that kind of thing."
Buffy crinkled her nose, although the scent of her arousal told Spike a different story.
"I guess. I guess it would be kinda fun, to you know, mess around a bit. Nothing too intense though. I'm in enough life and death situations without doing it for kicks."
"Only if you want to pet," said Spike, since he'd learnt a long time ago that Buffy was more inclined to do something if she felt it was her decision.
Buffy shrugged. "Whatever. Maybe."
Spike bent forward and kissed her.
"As long as you're the one wearing the handcuffs," Buffy added.