Plaything
Title: Play Thing
Author: PokerKitten
Setting: 1880
Smut_69 challenge prompt word #6 restraints
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Disclaimer: Joss, ME, Fox yadayada own the characters. I'm just messin'.
Plaything
"Daddy won't let me play, sweet Willie." Securing the manacles with a regretful sigh, Drusilla began to withdraw. "Not today."
William narrowed his eyes as she slowly backed off. "Dru? Where are you going? What game is this?"
"Hush, now." Casting a longing glance into the shadows, but receiving no encouragement, she quietly closed the door behind her as she slipped away.
"Too comfortable, it's been, these past few days…"
The disembodied voice caused his scalp to prickle, his senses to scream.
"Am I to be your bete noir…. Or your longed-for master?" Angelus continued, the candlelight distorting his features as he advanced into the room. "To avoid? To fear? Or to obey?"
William fought against his restraints, muscles straining; tugged on the chains that bound him. He would be no-one's slave! "What the devil…!"
"Devil indeed!" Angelus' eyes glittered as he closed in. "And this devil will play, will have his way!"
"Never!"
But… whatever base wickedness Angelus had planned, William realised with a sudden bright shock that he craved it.
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