Spuffy Fic - Some Boots Aren't Made For Walking
Title: Some Boots Aren't Made For Walking
Author: M. Elizabeth Ravensblood
Rating: A - Adult, Sexuality & BDSM
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Summary: Set after Older and Far Away, when Dawn falls asleep, Buffy slips out to Spikes crypt. During a private birthday celebration, she learns receives a pair of fetish boots and learns to let go of everything including control.
Author's Notes: This was written for roman_romantic in response to her prompt for my fic meme located here. Her request was bondage fic and the song number she gave turned out to be These Boots Are Made For Walking by Nancy Sinatra. I took the concept of boots and Buffy learning to do something other than walk all over Spike.
Special thanks to my beta, jackssilverwolf
Buffy was relieved when Dawn finally fell asleep. She'd said the right things and had stayed with her until Dawn was snoring softly. Part of her could understand and even feel sorry for her. But the fact was, she'd never signed on to be a parent and the only freedom she had was when she was with Spike. Anxiously, Buffy stole across Sunnydale to the cemetery and made her way to Spike's crypt. Earlier, she'd felt guilty seeing the bruises she'd given him in the alley when he'd tried to prevent her from turning herself in. Maybe she couldn't admit to him that she was sorry, but she'd do her best to make it up to him.
"Well, well, if it isn't the birthday girl," Spike greeted her as she walked in.
"It's after midnight. So I am officially no longer the birthday girl."
"Too bad. Guess you won't be wanting your present then."
Moving closer to him, Buffy slid a hand over his jeans and said, "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to open my package."
Laughing slightly, Spike replied, "That a fact? Well just so you know, I have a genuine bonafide gift in a box purchased from a store, wrapped up an' everything gift."
"You bought me a gift. You, Mr. Shoplifter, bought something?"
"All right, you got me. I didn't exactly pay for it, but I did pay a nice lady to wrap it up good an' proper at another store," Spike told her and grinned.
She shouldn't accept it or even open it, but Buffy made no move to stop him as he bent to retrieve a large box with a bow from behind the sarcophagus. Spike laid it on top of the tomb and gestured for her to open it.
"Have at it, Pet."
"How in the hell did you steal something so big-" Buffy shook her head and said, "Never mind. I don't want to know."
Spike grinned good naturedly and watched as she started to unwrap it. She doubted she'd like what was inside, but maybe she could make up the other night a bit by fussing over his gift like she had the presents the others had brought her earlier. Paper torn away, inside was a long white box that looked like the sort that boots came in but perhaps a bit longer. As the blonde vampire looked on, she lifted the lid to reveal what was inside.
"You've got to be kidding."
"Wot?"
"Oh come on, Spike," Buffy laughed. Taking one boot and holding it up. "You couldn't seriously think I can wear these? There's no way I can patrol in them."
Taking the boot from her, Spike informed her, "They're not meant to patrol in. They aren't meant to be walked in or seen in. These are for no one's eyes but mine."
"You got yourself a present. How nice," Buffy shot back and grabbed the boot from him.
Shiny thigh high black patent leather, it had the soft rich scent of expensive real leather. A gleaming silver zipper went up the side. The heel was nearly six inches with a silver tipped stiletto heel. The ball of the foot didn't have any stacking, the boot would require her to all but stand on her toes. Walking was indeed out of the question. There was something oddly tempting about them and she felt less irritated as she ran a finger inside caressing the silk lining and unzipping it to explore the suede insole.
"I guess I do sort of owe you after the other night," she offered sheepishly.
"Know you won't admit it; but I knew you regretted it the moment you stopped, Luv."
Irritated that he was right, she threatened, "Watch it, Blood Breath."
"Try them on."
Buffy took off her shoes and started to put them on, when Spike stopped her.
"No. Clothes off, first," he instructed. When she hesitated, he explained. "They're not meant to be worn over jeans. Come on, Luv."
Reluctantly, Buffy complied. Spike had seen her naked many times, but it was always in the heat of the moment. Undressing while he watched and was fully dressed was another matter all together. Removing her shirt and jeans hadn't been too hard - she was still as covered as if she were wearing a bikini at the beach. However, she hesitated when it came to removing her underwear. Hands shaking slightly, she removed her bra. The hunger of Spike's gaze was undisguised; but he made no move toward her. She started to reach for the boots with her panties on and Spike snatched them back and shook his head in disapproval. A brief wave of annoyance washed over Buffy, but finally she relented her underwear.
Spike gave her an appreciative look then took the boots and knelt. He held one and wrapped an arm around her backside to steady her as she stepped into the boot. Once her foot was inside, he had her step into the other boot. Then once he was sure she was steady, his hand moved to the zipper of one boot. Buffy felt oddly shy as Spike met her gaze and brought the zipper upwards. As his hand moved, the boot closed around her leg, hugging the flesh tightly. As he moved to zip up the second boot, Buffy trembled slightly. After her legs were encased in the black patent leather, Spike lead her to a small alcove where a blanket covered a long slim rectangle.
With a flourish, Spike revealed a gilded mirror and moved behind her. As the vampire pushed her closer to the mirror, Buffy caught sight of her reflection. The boots screamed sex as she teetered on the heels with her ass at a pronounced angle and the top of the thigh high boots framed her pussy. Never before had her sexuality been more on display than it was in the mirror. Uncomfortable, she started to turn away, but Spike stopped her.
"No, Pet," he corrected her. "I want you to look. I want you to see how beautiful and vulnerable you are like this."
"Please don't," she gasped as Spike began to caress her. She looked down and saw one hand moving over her stomach and the other cup her breast; but in mirror she stood alone.
"Why not? You didn't want me to see you the other day. Tonight I want to see you. And I think it's time you saw you too."
"But I can't see you," Buffy protested uneasily.
"You never see me when you look at me, Slayer," he reminded her. Then gently he murmured, "Trust me, Buffy. Let me make you see us both."
Staring at the mirror, Buffy watched. Spike spread her pussy lips apart and began to caress her. In the glass she saw her sex spread open, saw herself wet and vulnerable. Even though she couldn't see Spike's face, she could almost feel his gaze between her thighs. Exposed for his pleasure, he was in control like he'd wanted to be the other day when he'd shown her the handcuffs. She'd refused to trust him and the handcuffs ended up on his wrists, so she was in charge as usual. And that was just it. Buffy was always in charge, the weight of the world on her shoulders. But not right now. Right now, Spike was in control and all she could do was watch helplessly.
"Give yourself over to me," he whispered in her ear. "You're always fighting. Always leading the charge and commanding the troops. But you don't have to be that way with me, Buffy. Never with me. I see the insecure little girl hidden under the Slayer. I know what you need. Sometimes there's greater strength in submission. Let yourself go."
Submit? Was that what she was doing? Buffy wondered as she quivered under Spike's touch. She always had to win every fight and to be so hard, it was how she survived. Submission meant being soft, lowering her defenses and letting him in. And she couldn't do that, could she? Her nerves were on edge fraying rapidly as she was filled with awareness. An awareness of the smell of sex and of Spike and an awareness of her body in a way she'd never felt before. How good would it feel to lay her burdens down if only for a few moments? Although she'd kept Spike at arms length and told him he was evil, he'd been the one she'd trusted with her secrets when she came back from the dead and he was the one who'd protected her friends after she was gone.
While they had pulled her from heaven for their own selfish reasons, Spike had been there comforting her, loving her. If anyone deserved her love and trust it was Spike. Buffy had never let him in because if she did and she lost him, she didn't know how she'd recover. Spike wasn't a school girl crush like Angel or an attempt at being normal, the peroxide blonde vamp was so much more. Her breathing was coming in shallow pants as he continued to caress her. How could something that felt so right be so wrong? Her friends disapproval swam through her mind then faded. They couldn't or wouldn't see how alone she was but the blonde vampire did. Strong and safe, he wanted to protect her. As she felt his arms around her and she watched herself in the mirror, she became aware that even though she stood alone, Spike was behind her, supporting her and loving her.
Legs parted, her sex unshielded and aroused, Buffy had never been more exposed. But for the first time since she'd become intimate with Spike she didn't feel afraid. It felt right trusting him this way. As she felt his erection pressing into her backside she felt a sense of pride knowing he was so aroused by the sight of her. Although she couldn't see him in the mirror, Buffy could visualize him perfectly and see herself reflected in his eyes. In his eyes, the reflection was beautiful.
Her view, crystalline, she felt as if she was watching them from a distance. The handsome blonde vampire urging her body open as she was reflected in the mirror, spread open for his pleasure. When it came to fighting demons, she had to be strong there was no choice. But tonight, Spike was giving her a choice. He was giving her the opportunity to lay down her burdens, to give him the power and let him love her. Defeat in battle was weakness, but yielding to Spike like this- felt like heaven.
As if sensing her thoughts, Spike murmured, "Surrender isn't weakness when you choose to on your own terms, Pet."
Surrender. The word had never been part of Buffy's vocabulary and yet on Spike's tongue it was almost magical. For the first time since she'd come back, the harshness of the world faded away and she felt warm and safe once more. She didn't want to be the Slayer right now and she didn't have to be. Spike was holding her, keeping the world at bay and she could just be a woman being loved. Pleasure mounted as Spike's fingers danced between her thighs. Nothing else in the world mattered at the moment - not her sister, not her friends, or even the demons. All that mattered was the moment. This was bliss. This, she realized, was surrender, and she melted against Spike, embracing the sensation. Her eyes glistened with tears as emotion overtook her and moments later her body shuddered as a searing orgasm tore through her.
Crying out Spike's name, Buffy felt herself spiral out of control in a way she never had before. If Spike hadn't been holding her, she would have collapsed. But he held her tightly and slowly turned her around to face him. The tears which had been forming now flowed freely.
"Buffy- Slayer, I'm sorry," Spike started to apologize as he saw her crying.
"No!" Buffy exclaimed, her voice distressed rather than commanding. "No Slayer. Being Buffy was beautiful."
Bringing his hand up, he caressed her tear stained cheek and agreed, "Very beautiful."
"It was okay to surrender," Buffy half said and half asked as uncertainty crept in.
Sensing her need for reassurance, Spike offered softly, "You were perfect, Luv. No one ever will know what we do when we're alone. You can give yourself to me completely, I'll keep you safe."
"I'd like that." Smiling shyly, she blushed under the blond vampire's gaze.
"Can I get you anything? Some water or-"
Shaking her head, Buffy turned even redder as she asked softly, "Do you still have those handcuffs?"
"Do you trust me?"
Without hesitation, she answered, "Always."
Picking her up, Spike carried her to his bedroom on the lower level. As he produced the handcuffs, Buffy realized the best present she'd gotten hadn't been from her friends and it hadn't been the boots, although looking at them now a warmth spread throughout her. Spike had given her the best gift when he'd given her the freedom to submit and surrender...
Author: M. Elizabeth Ravensblood
Rating: A - Adult, Sexuality & BDSM
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Summary: Set after Older and Far Away, when Dawn falls asleep, Buffy slips out to Spikes crypt. During a private birthday celebration, she learns receives a pair of fetish boots and learns to let go of everything including control.
Author's Notes: This was written for roman_romantic in response to her prompt for my fic meme located here. Her request was bondage fic and the song number she gave turned out to be These Boots Are Made For Walking by Nancy Sinatra. I took the concept of boots and Buffy learning to do something other than walk all over Spike.
Special thanks to my beta, jackssilverwolf
Buffy was relieved when Dawn finally fell asleep. She'd said the right things and had stayed with her until Dawn was snoring softly. Part of her could understand and even feel sorry for her. But the fact was, she'd never signed on to be a parent and the only freedom she had was when she was with Spike. Anxiously, Buffy stole across Sunnydale to the cemetery and made her way to Spike's crypt. Earlier, she'd felt guilty seeing the bruises she'd given him in the alley when he'd tried to prevent her from turning herself in. Maybe she couldn't admit to him that she was sorry, but she'd do her best to make it up to him.
"Well, well, if it isn't the birthday girl," Spike greeted her as she walked in.
"It's after midnight. So I am officially no longer the birthday girl."
"Too bad. Guess you won't be wanting your present then."
Moving closer to him, Buffy slid a hand over his jeans and said, "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to open my package."
Laughing slightly, Spike replied, "That a fact? Well just so you know, I have a genuine bonafide gift in a box purchased from a store, wrapped up an' everything gift."
"You bought me a gift. You, Mr. Shoplifter, bought something?"
"All right, you got me. I didn't exactly pay for it, but I did pay a nice lady to wrap it up good an' proper at another store," Spike told her and grinned.
She shouldn't accept it or even open it, but Buffy made no move to stop him as he bent to retrieve a large box with a bow from behind the sarcophagus. Spike laid it on top of the tomb and gestured for her to open it.
"Have at it, Pet."
"How in the hell did you steal something so big-" Buffy shook her head and said, "Never mind. I don't want to know."
Spike grinned good naturedly and watched as she started to unwrap it. She doubted she'd like what was inside, but maybe she could make up the other night a bit by fussing over his gift like she had the presents the others had brought her earlier. Paper torn away, inside was a long white box that looked like the sort that boots came in but perhaps a bit longer. As the blonde vampire looked on, she lifted the lid to reveal what was inside.
"You've got to be kidding."
"Wot?"
"Oh come on, Spike," Buffy laughed. Taking one boot and holding it up. "You couldn't seriously think I can wear these? There's no way I can patrol in them."
Taking the boot from her, Spike informed her, "They're not meant to patrol in. They aren't meant to be walked in or seen in. These are for no one's eyes but mine."
"You got yourself a present. How nice," Buffy shot back and grabbed the boot from him.
Shiny thigh high black patent leather, it had the soft rich scent of expensive real leather. A gleaming silver zipper went up the side. The heel was nearly six inches with a silver tipped stiletto heel. The ball of the foot didn't have any stacking, the boot would require her to all but stand on her toes. Walking was indeed out of the question. There was something oddly tempting about them and she felt less irritated as she ran a finger inside caressing the silk lining and unzipping it to explore the suede insole.
"I guess I do sort of owe you after the other night," she offered sheepishly.
"Know you won't admit it; but I knew you regretted it the moment you stopped, Luv."
Irritated that he was right, she threatened, "Watch it, Blood Breath."
"Try them on."
Buffy took off her shoes and started to put them on, when Spike stopped her.
"No. Clothes off, first," he instructed. When she hesitated, he explained. "They're not meant to be worn over jeans. Come on, Luv."
Reluctantly, Buffy complied. Spike had seen her naked many times, but it was always in the heat of the moment. Undressing while he watched and was fully dressed was another matter all together. Removing her shirt and jeans hadn't been too hard - she was still as covered as if she were wearing a bikini at the beach. However, she hesitated when it came to removing her underwear. Hands shaking slightly, she removed her bra. The hunger of Spike's gaze was undisguised; but he made no move toward her. She started to reach for the boots with her panties on and Spike snatched them back and shook his head in disapproval. A brief wave of annoyance washed over Buffy, but finally she relented her underwear.
Spike gave her an appreciative look then took the boots and knelt. He held one and wrapped an arm around her backside to steady her as she stepped into the boot. Once her foot was inside, he had her step into the other boot. Then once he was sure she was steady, his hand moved to the zipper of one boot. Buffy felt oddly shy as Spike met her gaze and brought the zipper upwards. As his hand moved, the boot closed around her leg, hugging the flesh tightly. As he moved to zip up the second boot, Buffy trembled slightly. After her legs were encased in the black patent leather, Spike lead her to a small alcove where a blanket covered a long slim rectangle.
With a flourish, Spike revealed a gilded mirror and moved behind her. As the vampire pushed her closer to the mirror, Buffy caught sight of her reflection. The boots screamed sex as she teetered on the heels with her ass at a pronounced angle and the top of the thigh high boots framed her pussy. Never before had her sexuality been more on display than it was in the mirror. Uncomfortable, she started to turn away, but Spike stopped her.
"No, Pet," he corrected her. "I want you to look. I want you to see how beautiful and vulnerable you are like this."
"Please don't," she gasped as Spike began to caress her. She looked down and saw one hand moving over her stomach and the other cup her breast; but in mirror she stood alone.
"Why not? You didn't want me to see you the other day. Tonight I want to see you. And I think it's time you saw you too."
"But I can't see you," Buffy protested uneasily.
"You never see me when you look at me, Slayer," he reminded her. Then gently he murmured, "Trust me, Buffy. Let me make you see us both."
Staring at the mirror, Buffy watched. Spike spread her pussy lips apart and began to caress her. In the glass she saw her sex spread open, saw herself wet and vulnerable. Even though she couldn't see Spike's face, she could almost feel his gaze between her thighs. Exposed for his pleasure, he was in control like he'd wanted to be the other day when he'd shown her the handcuffs. She'd refused to trust him and the handcuffs ended up on his wrists, so she was in charge as usual. And that was just it. Buffy was always in charge, the weight of the world on her shoulders. But not right now. Right now, Spike was in control and all she could do was watch helplessly.
"Give yourself over to me," he whispered in her ear. "You're always fighting. Always leading the charge and commanding the troops. But you don't have to be that way with me, Buffy. Never with me. I see the insecure little girl hidden under the Slayer. I know what you need. Sometimes there's greater strength in submission. Let yourself go."
Submit? Was that what she was doing? Buffy wondered as she quivered under Spike's touch. She always had to win every fight and to be so hard, it was how she survived. Submission meant being soft, lowering her defenses and letting him in. And she couldn't do that, could she? Her nerves were on edge fraying rapidly as she was filled with awareness. An awareness of the smell of sex and of Spike and an awareness of her body in a way she'd never felt before. How good would it feel to lay her burdens down if only for a few moments? Although she'd kept Spike at arms length and told him he was evil, he'd been the one she'd trusted with her secrets when she came back from the dead and he was the one who'd protected her friends after she was gone.
While they had pulled her from heaven for their own selfish reasons, Spike had been there comforting her, loving her. If anyone deserved her love and trust it was Spike. Buffy had never let him in because if she did and she lost him, she didn't know how she'd recover. Spike wasn't a school girl crush like Angel or an attempt at being normal, the peroxide blonde vamp was so much more. Her breathing was coming in shallow pants as he continued to caress her. How could something that felt so right be so wrong? Her friends disapproval swam through her mind then faded. They couldn't or wouldn't see how alone she was but the blonde vampire did. Strong and safe, he wanted to protect her. As she felt his arms around her and she watched herself in the mirror, she became aware that even though she stood alone, Spike was behind her, supporting her and loving her.
Legs parted, her sex unshielded and aroused, Buffy had never been more exposed. But for the first time since she'd become intimate with Spike she didn't feel afraid. It felt right trusting him this way. As she felt his erection pressing into her backside she felt a sense of pride knowing he was so aroused by the sight of her. Although she couldn't see him in the mirror, Buffy could visualize him perfectly and see herself reflected in his eyes. In his eyes, the reflection was beautiful.
Her view, crystalline, she felt as if she was watching them from a distance. The handsome blonde vampire urging her body open as she was reflected in the mirror, spread open for his pleasure. When it came to fighting demons, she had to be strong there was no choice. But tonight, Spike was giving her a choice. He was giving her the opportunity to lay down her burdens, to give him the power and let him love her. Defeat in battle was weakness, but yielding to Spike like this- felt like heaven.
As if sensing her thoughts, Spike murmured, "Surrender isn't weakness when you choose to on your own terms, Pet."
Surrender. The word had never been part of Buffy's vocabulary and yet on Spike's tongue it was almost magical. For the first time since she'd come back, the harshness of the world faded away and she felt warm and safe once more. She didn't want to be the Slayer right now and she didn't have to be. Spike was holding her, keeping the world at bay and she could just be a woman being loved. Pleasure mounted as Spike's fingers danced between her thighs. Nothing else in the world mattered at the moment - not her sister, not her friends, or even the demons. All that mattered was the moment. This was bliss. This, she realized, was surrender, and she melted against Spike, embracing the sensation. Her eyes glistened with tears as emotion overtook her and moments later her body shuddered as a searing orgasm tore through her.
Crying out Spike's name, Buffy felt herself spiral out of control in a way she never had before. If Spike hadn't been holding her, she would have collapsed. But he held her tightly and slowly turned her around to face him. The tears which had been forming now flowed freely.
"Buffy- Slayer, I'm sorry," Spike started to apologize as he saw her crying.
"No!" Buffy exclaimed, her voice distressed rather than commanding. "No Slayer. Being Buffy was beautiful."
Bringing his hand up, he caressed her tear stained cheek and agreed, "Very beautiful."
"It was okay to surrender," Buffy half said and half asked as uncertainty crept in.
Sensing her need for reassurance, Spike offered softly, "You were perfect, Luv. No one ever will know what we do when we're alone. You can give yourself to me completely, I'll keep you safe."
"I'd like that." Smiling shyly, she blushed under the blond vampire's gaze.
"Can I get you anything? Some water or-"
Shaking her head, Buffy turned even redder as she asked softly, "Do you still have those handcuffs?"
"Do you trust me?"
Without hesitation, she answered, "Always."
Picking her up, Spike carried her to his bedroom on the lower level. As he produced the handcuffs, Buffy realized the best present she'd gotten hadn't been from her friends and it hadn't been the boots, although looking at them now a warmth spread throughout her. Spike had given her the best gift when he'd given her the freedom to submit and surrender...