Title: Sinful Nature (1/3)
Author: ~Tali
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own these characters, hell this idea isn’t even mine!
Rating: Over all NC-17
Feedback: MUCH NEEDED!
Notes: This is for Ryan who stayed on my ass refusing to let me forget about this fic. Also to Claudia the lovely list mommy who gave me feedback… **blush* Who would have thought she’d read humble little Tali’s fic! PLEASE NOTE that Sare Bear’s name was used, thanks ever so much to her… like I said in the proposition… what ever you’d like.
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(1/?)
The black sports car pulls into the circular driveway. The dark figure that emerges the car, is not happy. His anger and disgust evident on his face. The idea of his wife's infidelity, anger him in ways he can't begin to explain. Below the surface of his now permanent soul, his demon, screams for her submission... Angelus screams to have his mate, put in her rightful place, at last.
It's late at night in a dark bedroom...the black velvet curtains are pulled tight. From amidst the velvety coverings of the bed, the only sound in the room comes. Coming Buffy, nestled among the pillows and snoring softly but soundly. She never hears the slamming of the door downstairs. Or the smashing of glass.
Downstairs all is dark too. From the kitchen into the living room Angel strides, with only one intent. He clutches, in his hand, videotape, as if it's the most expensive thing he's ever owned. Angelus sits down in a chair, shoving the tape into the VCR. For the next ten minutes he stares silently at the screen, barely able to control the screaming demon within him. The moans and groans are two much for him and he growls, knowing it is time. Time to let it all loose and show the bitch what this relationship was all about. Angel stands and throws the remote at the TV. Luckily it doesn't break the TV, only clatters off and onto the floor.
He storms into the kitchen and opens a locked cabinet. He grabs a bottle of wine and a packet of pills, dumping them into the bottle before shaking it up. In two drinks he downs all of it. And then he waits. Waits ten minutes before the shivering begins and then rips the tape out of the VCR, storming upstairs. He throws the bedroom doors open, hard enough to allow the knobs to make dents in the wall. The clatter wakes Buffy up as he storms over to the TV/VCR and shoves the tape in.
Buffy sits up on her elbows. "Angel... Hon?" She blinks trying to focus on the TV. "What are you doing home?" She notices the TV go on and hears the
sounds. "Oh, ANGEL! You know I'm not into watching porno! Turn that the fuck off! I need some rest!"
Angelus growls and turns it up louder. "You're obviously into making it, right? I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but that DOES look like you in there. Who's the lucky bastard, hmm Buffy?" Angelus beats his fist connecting with the glass screen. Angelus shakes his head as the moans and groans get louder, resisting the urge to slam his fist through the TV, he growls, "Tell me. I wan to know. And I want to know *now*."
Buffy sits up fully now. Her eyes wide. "Oh fuck!" She looks wildly at Angel. "Angel... baby, its not... that's... It NOT what you think!" She sees Angel coming toward the bed, snarling. "Angel. Now just stop." She scrambles out of bed, she's wearing a black silk camisole and shorts set, with snap buttons up both sides of the shorts, and the front of the top. The snaps are done to look like blood red roses. He notices that it's not the flannel pants and T-shirt she's wears to sleep in when he's home.
Angelus growls. "Stop? Stop?! You sure as hell didn't STOP fucking that prick!" He snarls at her and rips the top off, sniffing it. Angry now, he walks to the other side of the bed and throws the covers back. He looks all along the bed and finds a wet spot... a big one. "And obviously he was here tonight..." He looks up at her with a look that could move mountains, in fear. "Tell me...bitch. What the HELL were you doing?"
Buffy is shaking and trying to cover herself. "I... it was... I think you should leave." She runs quickly out the door, and down the hall. "I mean it ANGEL. I want you to leave, until you calm down."
Angelus runs after her with unnatural speed and grabs her around the waist, throwing her back into a wall. He puts his arms above her head and inches closer so that he's pressed against her. "First of all... I am NOT Angel!" He bites at her lips ferociously. When he smells the blood seeping from her lip, he grins. "And leave? LEAVE? This is my house, slut. If anyone leaves it'll be you... of which I have no intention of letting you do." He grinds his leather, covered cock into her stomach, snarling next to her ear. "Why? Tell me why. Why would you cheat on me… on him? Knowing that I would come back like this? Did you never think about the implications of that?"
Buffy whimpers trying to squirm away. "Angel, THIS is not funny." She moans when he grinds into her. "Oh, god... Angel, please, Baby... I'm sorry." Buffy starts to cry... "You were never home... I don't even see you but once, maybe twice a week..." She shudders, when she sees the hardness in his eyes. "Angel... Baby... please... I know your mad... but it'll be ok..." Her head falls to his chest, tears seeping down her face. "Just let me go. Come back when you've cooled down." She looks up at him hopefully, arching against his growing bulge. "Unless...."
Angelus snarls, grabbing her hip and holding her still. "You whoring BITCH. All you care about is sex isn't it? You want me to leave, so you can call your lover back when I'm gone." He rips off the shorts too, tossing them down the hallway and shoving two fingers into her sopping wet cunt, one strokes her clit, the other gathers the juices down there. He slaps her across the face with the other hand. "I am NOT Angel damn it! Would Angel take you into the bedroom and turn your ass red for this?! NO!"
With that he picks her up, holding her tight enough that even when she kicks and pounds on him she can barely move. Taking her toward the bedroom, he smacks her ass. Buffy begins to shiver. "Angel. This is NOT funny. Put me the fuck down you bastard." Squirming still she holds on to the door jam. She screams knowing, if she enters this room her marriage will never be the same. "NOOOO!! Angel, put me down." Buffy cries, "He's not coming back... I swear. I broke it off." She gasps as his grip tightens on her body. "What the fuck did you expect me to do? I wasn't getting ANTHING from you!" Her fingers still hold on tightly, the wood is splintering and digging into her bleeding palms. "I went nearly 4 months before, going to some one else! You and your fucking 'Hopeless' and Cordy and Wesley; you even have Willow and Oz working for you now! Well FUCK YOU ANGEL!"
Angelus growls and pries her fingers off the doorjamb. "Let me tell you something." He lets go of her, letting her drop to the floor, while he shuts and locks the ornate doors. "You're fucking crazy. I gave you all this and you throw it in my face. Well FUCK YOU Slayer! From now on, this relationship goes by MY rules. I'm the man here. I wear the pants. I'm the boss. And in time, I will be your master." He snarls. "And the day you think about seeing another man will be the day I whip you till you bleed to death!"
Buffy whimpers, staring up at her husband wide eyed. "Angel, please... I'm sorry. Ok... Please... I'm so sorry. Just calm down, and we'll talk about it. OK, honey. Let me go down and make you some tea."
Angelus snickers and laughs. "Come on Slayer! I mean it. Don't you fucking get it?" He grabs her, throwing her into the wall. He walks over when she slides down and sticks the heel of his boot on her pussy. "There's no calming down. The only talking out it I'm going to do is either with a whip or with my hand spanking your ass until you can't SIT!" He roars the last word and grinds his boot down. "I am NOT Angel. Do I LOOK like Angel?"
She nods, jerking at the violence in his face. "Angel... Baby..." She croons trying to calm him. "Angel, just calm down baby... Please."
Angelus leans down and snarls. "No baby. I'm not Angel. I'm Angelus. You know it don't you? You want me. You want Angelus. That's why you did this. You wanted the man you knew would dominate you back." Angelus grins when she whimpers from his weight on her pussy. Her lips grind down into her clit, causing unbearable friction. "Yes, this is what you wanted all along wasn't it slut? You wanted me to come out and tame you. You wanted me to tan your ass. You wanted me to possess and claim you...." Seeing her blank look, he snarls. "Don't deny it Slayer."
Buffy whimpers, looking away, ashamed. "I want my husband back." She refused to meet Angelus' eyes. Buffy moans, trying to move against the sole of his boot. "I just want.... My husband back. I want... I want, him to... remember me... " She whimpers, trying not meet his eyes knowing if he sees her eyes, he'll read the truth in them. And she can't let that happen. Suddenly she looks up. "You didn't hurt Aaron, did you?" Her voice trembles remembering it wasn't just her fate she had juggled with.
Angelus clutches her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "That's his name huh? So you know his name but you can't get mine straight?" He slaps her. "You don't want *Angel* back. Hell, he'd never have even looked at you this way. You wanted Angelus, baby. You wanted your master."
Buffy tries to shake her face free. "I want my husband back." She shudders looking into his eyes; she had waited so long for this night. "Aaron, is a friend of Xander's. He'd be pissed if your jealous ass killed him." Buffy gets a wicked idea. Smirking she shifts under his grip. "Do you want me Angelus?" Arching her breasts up, she moans. "Fuck me..." meeting his gaze. "Please."
Angelus shakes his head. "Slut. You're such a goddamned slut." He leans down and licks a pebbled nipple. He sees her moan softly and snickers. "You really think I wanna fuck you, Slayer? I'd much rather have someone NOT so easy...someone who doesn't open her legs to every man he meets." Angelus continues as he BITES into her breast and drinks. "And I don't give a flying fuck if Xander plays with himself in the deep end of the pool. If I wana kill the sorry son a bitch, I will. But right NOW... I'm concerned with your little bitch ass."
Buffy cries out, shuddering, and fighting back an orgasm. "Bastard. I am NOT easy." Trying to get away from him again. "I have, until these TWO... that's right two times. I slept with Aaron two times, total! Been completely faithful to you. YOU know that!"
Angelus flips her over and holds her still this time, sitting on her back, straddling her so that he holds her legs still with one hand, her arms with his knees. With his free hand he begins to spank her ass, watching her globes turn crimson and then purple. He sniffs the air, enjoying the scent of her arousal. "Two times was two times too many, my little fuck slut." Angelus growls angrily. "And just who were you faithful to? Angelus? Angel? Xander? *Aaron*, or was there others too? I want to know Slayer, and I'm not stopping till I hear the truth."
Buffy cries out, then screams, begging him to stop. "Please... Please Angel... Angelus, please stop. Don't do this to me." She struggles against him, then notices if she wriggles he clit catches the plush carpeting. "Just Aaron... just twice." Whimpering, she wriggles faster. "I was faithful to the man I married... up until... Oh god... yesss." She hisses, and starts to cum. Angelus slaps her ass again and shoves a finger into her hole, plugging it. "Who said you could cum, bitch?" He growls and shoves it deeper, feeling her walls clench around it. "Only your master will let you cum. Your body...your actions are no longer your own. Because you're mine...and I will NEVER, EVER let you even have a chance to think about another man. And in time you won't do ANY thing until I give the word." Snarling in anger, "Not ONE damn thing. You'll even ask to go shit and piss...and if you do anyway... I'll plug you up and you won't be able to..." Angelus snarls and continues. "And if need be, if that's what it takes to control you, I'll keep you chained to the bed all the goddamn time. But what fun would a tied down pet be? Nah. I want you on the leash, at my feet, willing and ready with your eyes looking up to me.... knowing and craving your master... loving his punishments..." Buffy begins to shake, her head and her body, fighting over who was right. "And don't deny it. One day, you will. And it'll be soon.... I don't waste time on my pets." He digs further and spanks her again, making sure she's lifted up so that her clit touches nothing. Buffy milks his fingers, but soon hurts from the pressure.
"Ahhh, please, Angelus, ohhh... " She cries, her pebbled nipple rubbing the course carpeting and making her horny. "Fuck! Please, stopp.... Please, I'll do anything, Ahhh... ohhh..." The position and being held up by her pussy, were not pleasurable.
"Why should I?" He growled his voice deadly, in his anger. He continues to rain smacks on her bruised ass. "I still can't believe YOU of all fucking people would cheat on soul boy. I can't believe he's been neglecting your sluty ass, either!" Growling, not happy with this position, he stands, sighing when Buffy bounces up, wincing in obvious pain. Before she can even step away he has his arms around her waist and her naked body pulled tight against him. He inhales deeply. "You reek, of another man Buffy." He throws her into the bed. The wind is knocked from her body. Angelus grabbed rope from Buffy's emergency slaying supplies, and had her tied to the bed in seconds. Removing his belt, Angelus grinned and purred in delight as the sickeningly sweet sound of leather meeting flesh was followed by Buffy's screams. "Let's see if we can't teach you WHO you belong to."
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(2/?)
Buffy arched rhythmically, not away from the searing kiss of her husband’s leather belt, but into it. Her screams and begging were stead and regular. Promises of everything from her eternal love and devotion too finally her mind, body and soul. She didn't know what to do; the pain was almost numbing... almost. Oh but how wet she was.
"Whore. I should kill you." Angelus ground his teeth. His arm had long ago lost feeling as the marks on Buffy's ass went from red lashes and welts and then purple and blue marks. Inhaling he grinned when her first smelled her blood. He watched his little slut arching in to the pain, all the while begging for it to end.
After her promise to be his slave for all eternity, he throws the belt to the wall, the buckle making a clanking noise. Opening her ear stained puffy red eyes Buffy can see the belt coiled on the blue carpeting. She heard him walk away, and the bathroom door open and then the shower started.
Tears of desolation fell from her face. Even as Angelus, he didn't care. She had cheated on him. She had sex with another man. She had set herself up to fall, and all for nothing. He still didn't care. She still didn't have what she craved. Anger flared through her, oceans roared in her ears, and she struggled to break the rope. Angelus has gotten out of the shower and is leaning in the doorway watching her struggles. Shaking his head, he quickly finds a pair of black boxers, and in the draw full of "things Buffy tried but never followed threw with", he found her old riding crop.
Buffy felt the sting of the crop, and every muscle in her body tensed, keeping her strait and stalk still. "Stay." Angelus orders. Then returns to the bathroom. Coming back to the bed Angelus moves between her spread legs. Leaning down he inhales the heady sent of Buffy's potent blood and arousal. His tongue snakes out, tasting her blood, when she moans he sits up. Using the wash cloth he to stop it from leaking onto the sheets, he pours rubbing alcohol on her blistered ass. Jerking at the stinging pain, Buffy whimpers.
"Shut the fuck up. You’re soaking." To prove his point Angelus quickly enters three fingers. He works them in and out of her grasping pussy, while he cleans off her bottom. "Shhh, my pet. It'll be ok... you're coming along quite nicely. Don't cum yet." He warns when he moaning turns to babbling. Finished with his cleaning, Angelus removes his hand. "Now, if I untie you, do you promise to behave yourself?" When Buffy nods, he does so.
Growling Angelus could feel his grasp on his body lessening. Soul-Boy wanted back out. Most likely to beg Buffy's forgiveness. Pulling her off the bed, and forcing her to kneel on the plush carpeting, he quickly thrust himself into her unwilling mouth. He chuckled to himself, at how eagerly she took hi inside. She's always hated doing this, but now... now she licked nibbled and deep throated like an expert. Unfortunately that's not what Angelus was interested in. Gaining two hands full of her blond locks he quickly began to fuck her pretty little face, his pelvis smacking her upturned nose. Tears leaked from her eyes, but she left her hands at her side. Angelus wondered how long she'd wanted this.
Buffy, was a conflict of emotion, elation at his attentions, humiliation at his actions, but the overpowering one, the one that had her not fighting for the first one was the feeling of freedom. She couldn't say why or how long she'd wanted this, but she did know that now that she had it she didn't want to go back. Startled she choked when she felt him stop her head, then his cock jerked and his icy cold seamen were filling her mouth. Look up at his dark eyes boring down into her, she swallowed.
Finished Angelus backed away from her, and watched waiting for her to mouth of, to move, to try anything. She didn't. Buffy stayed, her knees aching from not being used to this position.
"Buffy who am I?" Angelus asked.
"M... my husband." She said, straitening her spine. "My Master." She whispered.
Exhaling proud of what he'd done. Reveling in the fact that he had tamed his slayer. Angelus nodded his approval to her downward eyes. "Go bathe. Then dress, and I'll see you in my library."
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Quickly Buffy bathed. Wincing each time the warm spray from the shower hit her ass. The cuts had haled, but it was still very bruised. She wrapped her hair in a towel and dressed in a light pink camisole and short set, much like the black on with red roses snapped, but this one had pearl snaps. After drying and brushing out her long hair, she hurried down the hall, knocking on his library door before entering.
"Come in." She heard the rumble of Angelus, and cracked the door slipping in, then quickly shutting it. Angelus sat in the burgundy leather chair before a roaring fire. Unable to remove her eyes from his form Buffy moved over and kneeled next to his chair. Sighing when he felt his hand gliding over her soft hair, she laid her head on his bare thigh. When he finished his drink, and set it down, he leaned back in the chair and patted his leg, signaling for her to climb into his lap. The minute she was settled straddling him, Angelus pulled her into a passionate kiss, his tongue lashing against Buffy’s. Daring her to fight for dominance.
When she did, she felt the palm of his hand against her still sore bottom. Crying out against his mouth she tried to move away and found herself flattened against his chest. "Just because you are on top, does not mean you are in charge, Babe." Angelus chastened her, nibbling at her lip, and neck. Threw the silken material of her top, Angelus tortured her poor nipples. Twisting and pinching them, watching as his calm little wife, who had quickly become prim or maybe just bored, returned to the lusty passionate teen girl he had married.
"What do you want Buffy?" Angelus laughed when her reply was nothing more then a ragged moan. He carefully unsnaps each of the small pears on the side of her shorts. Trying not to do anything to displease him, Buffy keeps her hands on his shoulders, not gripping, for fear of moving. He can feel her shaking, and smell how wet she is. Tossing aside the shots Angelus allows her fingers to trail across her freshly shaven pussy. "Very nice…" Allowing a single digit to enter her. "Now tell your master what it is you want." Angelus smirked when Buffy’s mouth opened but nothing came out.
"Ang… Mas…. Master, please." She begged, grinding down on the single digit. Quickly Angelus freed himself, and then sat back, looking at her.
"Ride me." He said his voice even, unruffled. Both his hands leaving her body, and lightly gripping the arms of the chair. "Take what you want, Sweetheart." Angel’s voice rang in the order.
Looking up shocked even as she lowered herself onto him. "Angel?" She choked out, questioning. "Angel… I’m sorry." Even as she willed her body to stop she even out her pace, slowly luxuriating in having him in her body.
"Fuck me, whore." Angelus’ voice came from the mouth moving to her nipple. Looking down she saw the loving brown eyes of her husband, but the words flowing from his mouth were that of her master.
Closing her eyes she refused to let her confusion set in and listened to her master. When his hands settled on her hips. His bruising grip stopped her slow rhythm, and then he began to move her tiny body in long smooth thrusts. Soon the thrusts shortened and quickened. Buffy was panting her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please… Master… I need… I want… let me, let me cum, please."
The thrusting stopped and Angelus emptied himself in her. Buffy’s eyes widened, and then tears welled up in stormy eyes. "Noo…" Her fits connected with his chest. "No!No! Please!!!" she screamed. He held her tight. Laughing as she went crazy. His amusement soon ended and shaking her, he screamed his name.
"Buffy. You will stop, now." Smacking her ass, he soon released her. "Go to bed." He ordered. Looking at him, in disbelief, Buffy did as she was told. Standing, her legs wobbling, suddenly she cried out. Angelus lunged forward, capturing her swollen clit between his lips, sucking hard, he bit down, silently giving her permission to cum. She did, hard. Unable to breath, speak or make any sound, Buffy’s body convulsed with her long repressed orgasm.
When all was done, she collapsed to the floor. Standing a stretching Angelus stepped over Buffy’s body, and made his way to their room. He came back with all of Buffy’s old night cloths. The ones she insisted on wearing when Angel was home, the night outfit she had been wearing when he had gotten home tonight, and the sheets from their bed. All were thrown into the fire as he growled. Moving back to their room, leaving Buffy on the library floor, Angel made the bed and climbed into sleep off the rest of the night.
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(3/3)
The clock chimed midnight, Buffy had been asleep for nearly two hours now, and she awoke, listening for anything to tell her if Angel was home. Knowing where to find him, she quickly slipped from bed and made her way down the hall to his library.
"Angel? Honey? Are you coming to bed?" She asked, slipping into the warm library. Angel sat in his burgundy leather chair, sipping a glass of brandy. when he didn't answer Buffy moved toward him, and worry showing in her eyes. "Baby, are you ok?" Instinctively she knelt before him, between his legs, looking up.
Angelus looked down apon his wife and slave. She looked pure and innocent. Her long blond hair was pulled into twin pig-tails held up with white bows. She was wearing a white baby-doll nighty made of the lightest cotton, two tiny pink bows held the flimsy thing together. her undies were nothing more then a scrap of white cotton material that streached it's way around her body.
Buffy placed her head down on his thigh, waiting. When Angelus leaned back fully, and streached his legs out around her, Buffy sat up, her delicat hand, opening the hole in the front of his black silk boxeres. Using her mouth she brought him to full erection, then looked up for her orders;he raised his head slightly, and tugged on the leash that hung from the small silver ring that now hung perminently around Buffy's neck.
Understanding the silent comand, Buffy stood. Slowly she undid the ribblons and let the nighty fall to the floor, in a whisper of material. Still hard, Angelus' cock jumped at the sight of her bear breasts. One hand reached up and twisted the already pebbled nubbin, and he grined malitiously when her eyes widened and she gasped in pleasured pain. Ripping away the material of her cotten panties he dove into her sopping cunt, and she stood, making not a sound. He laughed when he loked up at her, his face covered in her pussy, and saw her biting her lip, and it bleeding. Giving her clit on last graze of his teeth. he released the leash, and motioned for her to go lay before the fire on the thik carpet.
Buffy lay her legs wide, fingers gripping the carpet, and Angelus admired the view from his chair as he finished his drink. It had been nearly three months since he had been given some frredom. Soul boy was still in charge, but he had learned what was nessisary and what wasn't. With Buffy, Angelus was. His little wife needed a master. Angel could never fathom hurting her the way she craved. Angelus had no plan to kill the tiny woman on the carpet before him. He raised an eyebrow and smiled as Buffy's hand snaked down between her glistening thighs, to her hairless pussy. Quickly her fingers went to work, stills he made no sound. Angel watched threw his eyes, and made love to his sweet innocent Buffy, after Angelus had had his fill of tormenting the craving slut. Just two nights ago during a very imprtant mission, Buffy had put herself in danger; Angelus and Angelus had been fourious, and beat her ass right there, in the middle of the street, then fucked her into passing out, in an ally. A week befor that Angelus had her under Angel's office desk giving him head, during a meeting, with Wesly, Giles, Xander, Oz, Willow, Cordy, Anya, and Faith all present.... of course they didn't know she was under there.
Getting up, having finished his brandy, Angelus strips the boxers, slowly moving his hand over his hard, purple, dick. "What do you want, Whore?" He asks kneeling between her splayed legs, smacking her thigh when her hands don't stop their work. She jurks but still makes not a sound. "You may speak." He purs, nuzzeling her neck, and teasing her with his cock.
"Fuck me... I want you to fuck me, please Master... I need it so bad. I've been a good girl, I swear, and I'll try harder to be a good wife." Buffy moans arching against him. Angelus grinds the head of his cock against her clit, listeing in delight to her whine. He snears at the wife comment.
"Wife... ha... your nothing but a whore, and a slut... say it... tell me what you are." He comands, thrusting himself all the way into her. Enjoying her scream, he does it again, loosing himself in her crieing voice and the feel and rythem he'd set.
"Whore... slut... I'm... I'm a whore... I'm your whore Master... your Slut!" She starts, her legs locking around his waist, lifting her so he could thrust deeper. Making her cries louder.
Tired of the way they were fucking, Angelus, smacks her. 'Turn." Her legs unlock and she tuns, trying to get to her knees. Angelus hold her down and shoves a small pillow under her. Slicking her with her own juices he foces his way into her ass. Buffy moans and shoves back against him...."Harder." she whispers. In reply her smacks her pert ass. "Harder." She says again. He smacks the other cheek. Slaming into her tight back side, he fallows her demand. Growling, he stands, and pulling her hair he turns her, giving her rug burn on her knees, snarling, he begins to fuck her face, Buffy emidietly begins to suck, and relax her throat. Soon, he's cumming in her mouth, and Buffy chokes trying desperetly to swallow, hardly able to, because he is pulling at the leash as he thrusts. Tying the leash around the foot of the leather chair, Angelus went to their room, returing with a whip having 5 braided ends.
"I got a new toy, my little slut." He lets is graze her back and ass. Wrigging and moaning at the feel of it. "Would you like me to use it on you?" He asks, her. Grining when she shudders.
"I... I've been good... but...." Quickly her mind works...
"But?" He knows... he's just waiting for an admission of guilt.
"But... yesterday... while you were at work... when..." She began to cry. "When I was late getting there... I had gone to Faith's apartment..." Tensing she awaits the kiss of leather. She is not unrewarded, when it hits her square on the ass.
"And?" He asks, readying the whip again.
"N... nothing happened... I swear... but I had gone over in hopes... I did go with out permission, and we were talking... that's why she was late too." Buffy began to shake.
"So, you went to Faith's home with out permission. Then YOU wer late for work, and caused one of MY employee's to be late as well?!" Tsking her, he chuckles silently. Then whips her, untill her back bleeds. Kneeling behind her, once again hard, he thrusts forward into her driping pussy. "Tomarrow, I want to to clean the fucking stain your making on my carpet, bitch."
His thrustin is slow at first, and he licks the cuts and blood from Buff's wounded back. His thrusting quickens as she begins to beg for it. Her tears of extasy and pain mingled together her voice horse and scatchy from screaming. Reaching around he twidles her clit, and groans whe she cums, lovin the feeling of her gripping him. Before she can come down from her first orgasim, he thrusts back into her ass, and sends her realling into another one. This one, the tight muscles in her ass griping him like a vice, and making him empty himself into her bowls, as he listens to her mewling.
Untieing the leash, he lets her clean up, then he crawls into their bed. Buffy slid in next to him dressed in a pair of cotten undies and one of his white wife beaters. Before pulling her to him, he locks the leash to the head board.
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(The next day @ the office!)
"Angel!" Willow enters his office, sitting next to Oz, looking around at the group. "I called, I thought you said Buffy would be home today?!"
"Oh she is..." He nods, then glances down at the papers on his desk, so no one will see the demonic gleem in his eyes. "I possotive she's just tied up at the moment. I'll go check on her at lunch. Shall we begin?" Again, he flips the switch below his desk... leaving it on for ten minutes, he then flips it off.
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(The next day at Buffy and Angel's home.)
The bed room is filled with Buffy's whining and moaning threw her gag. Her arms are tied as well as her legs. The buzzing sound from between her legs was coming from the remote controled 8 inch vibrator that her master had stuck all the way in her, early this morning before he left. When it went off she started to cry. And every time she moved her head, her leash would make whatever it was attached to down there, graze her now painful clit.
lokking at the clock she saw it was only ten in the morning. Angel wouldn't be home for lunch untill one. Sighing as the vibrator was reactivated, she could only pray he was very 'hungrey', when he got there.
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