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.
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Things were going well, very well. In fact, Buffy wasn't sure at times whether the chains were going to hold as she strained against them. Spike was out doing himself. He'd used the vibrator, three different ones actually, something Buffy hoped was a desert topping, a feather, and of course his tongue, lips and fingers. Buffy was on orgasm number 2.5. Each time he'd built her up to climax she found herself begging for release, and he never gave it until she did. Buffy was rapidly on her way to begging mode part 3. Suddenly she froze.
"Spike!"
"Mmmmph?"
"What are you doing?" Buffy clenched every muscle she had in that region of her body.
Spike pulled back. "What's wrong love?"
Buffy was now bright pink. "Uh, can we have one new experience at a time please?"
"Doesn't it feel good?"
"Well, no, I mean, yes in a gross, ewww kind of way. Let's just not, Spike."
Spike could tell from her tone that this was one thing that was not going to be negotiated. He kissed her bottom and withdrew the naughty finger that had caused the problem.
Spike chuckled. Buffy was still bright pink with embarrassment. He stood up and kissed her lips.
"Sorry love," he said.
"S'okay, thanks for stopping."
Spike pressed himself against her and kissed her some more. He liked sweet pliable Buffy-who-has-just-gotten-her-way as well. In fact there weren't too many flavours of Buffy that he didn't like.
"Uh, Spike?"
"Yes love?"
"Before you touch me anywhere else, can you like go wash your hands or something?"
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Buffy waited in blindfolded darkness with increasing frustration. Spike had been gone for what seemed an interminably long time. Then she heard him climb down the ladder. But he didn't approach. The seconds ticked by as Buffy waited in suspense. She was about to a smart snappy quip but suddenly she realised she was enjoying this game. With a small smile Buffy said nothing and waited for Spike to make his move. It was like slaying.
Spike sat on the chair by the table of sex toys. He watched Buffy, blindfolded, chained at the wrists, legs spread wide, skirt hitched up and her pussy displayed. Wetness was on her thighs and her shirt was undone, her breasts firm with pink hard nipples. Her breath was heavy with desire. With a moan of relief he undid his jeans and freed his erection. Slowly he ran his hand over its length, never taking his eyes off Buffy.
Buffy heard him undo his jeans and heard a sound that had become familiar. It wasn't that he tossed off a lot in front of her, but mutual masturbation had become a fairly regular addition to their sex life. What could Buffy say, Spike liked to watch. And touch. Not that she minded watching him either. There was something about the expression on his face that sent the right shivers to the right places. Buffy's unsatisfied desire rose to new levels. She pulled against the chains and an involuntary whimper escaped her lips.
Buffy heard Spike move, heard each step, heard as he squeezed a tube of what she supposed was lubricant. Heard the sound of his hand sliding over his cock, slick and wet. She waited, feeling as if she'd explode if he didn't touch her soon.
Spike moved very, torturously, slowly towards her. He savoured the look of desire on her face, the small moans she made, the gasps at each step. Spike stood in front of her, still stroking his erection. He rubbed his cock gently over her wet cunt. Buffy almost came then, the realisation of desire almost too much. Spike fought a similar battle. He'd had a raging hard on all evening. It was a good thing Buffy was blindfolded. He stopped struggling with his demon, vamped out, and focused on controlling his orgasm. Buffy pressed her hips forward, rubbing herself against him as best she could. Spike kept himself a tormenting distance from her. He reached one hand between her legs, making her buck and cry out.
"What do you want Buffy?" he asked, stepping a little closer.
"You," she breathed, riding against his fingers. "I want you."
"How do you want me?" Spike stepped between her spread legs and bent his knees a little, positioning himself.
"Inside me, hard, I want your cock inside me."
"Tell me you love me Slayer."
"I love you Spike."
Spike drove his cock home. Buffy cried out as waves of pleasure flooded through her.
"Oh yes, Spikeohspikeohnghhanngh," said Buffy.
Spike growled and grunted as he thrust into her. There was no point in trying to make sense. He held her up by her thighs as best he could, her legs held down by the chains on her ankles. Two more thrusts and he couldn't hold on any longer. With muddled declarations of love he came inside her. Buffy cried out as the sensation of Spike's cold cum hit her and she fell over the edge too.
Spike pulled Buffy's blindfold off and they clung to each other as their orgasms subsided. And then for a bit afterwards.
"Oh Buffy," groaned Spike kissing her face. "Love you so much, Buffy."
"Love you too Spike," whispered Buffy, still regaining her breath. Then after some tender kisses she smirked. "Uh, do you think we could continue this on the bed? Got the whole loss of circulation thing going."
Spike chuckled and pulled away from her and undid the chains at her feet and hands. He rubbed her wrists to get the blood flowing again.
"Better?" he asked and picked her up and carried her to the bed.
"Better," smiled Buffy.
Spike lay her down gently. Then sank down beside her, propping himself up on one arm. "Good, because I'm not nearly finished with you yet, pet," he said with an evil smirk.
Despite almost being orgasmed out, Buffy felt a tingle of arousal. "Oh?"
"Definitely oh, pet, lots more oh for you my bad, naughty Slayer."
Buffy shifted towards him. "More ohs for you too, you evil vampire?" She couldn't help but notice that Spike had another erection.
Spike grinned. "I bloody hope so." And he pounced on Buffy, smothering her with kisses. A tickle fight ensued. Giggling, Buffy let herself be overpowered. Spike flipped her over and made use of the silk scarves that were draped over the bed-head.
"Now, let me see…" Spike said as he sat up beside Buffy who was on her hands and knees and tied firmly to a bed post.
Buffy wiggled as Spike prowled around her, inflicting kisses, licks and the occasional nibble or slap. Finally he stood up, erection in hand walked to the end of the bed. He looked at Buffy. Her lips were red from kissing and desire. He stroked himself and moved forward. Those gorgeous lips parted and Spike's eyes nearly rolled back in his head. How the bloody hell did she do that with her tongue?
Buffy gripped the scarves binding her hands and took Spike in her mouth tormenting him with her tongue. She'd gotten pretty good at blow-jobs if she did say so herself. Usually she didn't have to, Spike said it for her. In grunted half-intelligible monosyllables.
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"Ok," said Buffy. "My turn!"
A slow smile spread across Spike's face. As much as he'd enjoyed having the Slayer at his mercy, he was really looking forward to being at hers. He didn't move though because he was still a little shagged from the doggy style sex and marathon cunnilingus session that had followed Buffy's mind-blowing head-job.
"Get up!" demanded Buffy peremptorily.
Spike grinned. "Aren't you even a bit tired?" he asked.
Buffy crawled over him. "A little but if we go to sleep now I won't get to tie you up and cover you in whipped cream and lick it off." She actually pouted.
Spike kissed her pout.
"All right then Slayer, how do you want me?"
Buffy gave him a very, very evil look.
TBC...