“Like shaggin’ the Slayer?” it wasn’t really a question, “I don’t get it, I know she’s hot and all of that, but she doesn’t have the expertise a vamp does. She doesn’t have, ah,” Spike smirked as he regressed into his subconscious remembering how the previous day with Drusilla had been played out, “let’s say, pleasure for pain.”
Angelus smiled, “Spike, my boy, you have no idea what she is capable of. You forget,” he stood, strutting over to his wayward childe, “she is the Slayer. Therefore, her ability to except and enjoy pain is completely matched to a vampire. If not more so.”
Spike huffed and turning away from his Sire, tossed himself onto the sofa Angelus had previously been occupying. Lighting up a cigarette, he spoke once more to Angelus, “How do you figure?”
Standing adjacent to the fireplace in the cavernous room, Angelus smirked, “She’s human. Makes her willingness to partake in rather masochistic sex, all that more interesting,” at Spike’s clueless look, he continued on, “You see, we’re vampires…”
Spike cut him off as he bolted upright on the couch, “Bloody hell. We are? Damn, all this time I never knew,” Spike’s sarcasm was brought to a halt with a flying fist contacting his jaw.
“Don’t get smart, William. Allow me the courtesy to finish,” Angelus relaxed against the fireplace once again, “we’re vampires, so it is in our nature to seek pain out. It’s essentially what we live for; causing pain for our victims; enjoying pain with our lovers. It’s a need for us. It’s why we exist. To induce, and enjoy, pain.”
Spike nodded, “Yeah. It’s a beautiful thing, ain’t it?”
Without giving Spike’s remark notice, he continued his explanation, “Whereas Buffy, all things born of light and goodness, she seeks pain out as well. Only not to destroy it as she is supposed to do. She seeks it because it is a need for her. Most humans may, from time to time, enjoy a little pain, but tend to still prefer the softer side of things. As vampires we don’t have the choice. It is our nature to want pain. As a human, Buffy’s nature is to fear it, yet she does not. She embraces it.”
“Alright, so you’re saying she should want all the happy, fluffy things in life, yet she wants pain instead,” Spike pondered a moment, “still not getting what you’re saying here.”
“She couldn’t handle a human boy, nor will she ever, because I’d break his skull, but she couldn’t handle one. Or should I say, one could not handle her. Even if he may be into B&D or SM, it is still not providing what she needs, which is a true person of darkness. Not someone who plays a game to escape the world. Pain is our world. Not an escape. That is the world for which she lives in, even if Buffy herself has yet to know this. Her strength as the Slayer needs to be tested. As do her healing powers. Only I know how to truly test them. And if – when, I chose to show her the ecstasy in pain, she will not only welcome it, it will be like a homecoming for her.”
* * * * * * *
Angelus watched as Joyce waited patiently in line at the Dry Cleaners. Amazing how the purpose of this little shop inside the Sunnydale Mall was that it cleaned items, yet the store itself was the proprietor of unsanitary conditions. Nonetheless, people still flocked here to get their precious garments or soft duvets cleaned. What they usually got was a lost item and a free coupon for the next time they came in.
Angelus chuckled as he headed toward the opening of the small store. Such things should be left to true professionals. Angelus sent clothes weekly up to a San Francisco Cleaners that has been around since the Earthquake of 1906. They were expensive. But nothing had ever been stolen or lost. Every blood stain, every dirt mark that Buffy herself was the cause of on Angelus’ garments, or cum stain as it were, were always so well laundered and folded beautifully when they returned. It certainly helped that the store never changed hands. It was still owned and operated by the very same people that dealt with the tattered and debris-filled items from 1906. Well, people is such as loose term. Malinolan demons. Human in their appearance, but very much demon in their actions. If, again, that earthquake had been any indication. Such troublemakers, Angelus thought, always stirring up something. Be it a tavern brawl, or a shattering earthquake. However, they were masters at doing laundry.
As Joyce walked out of the store into the main mall with clothes in hand, she bumped into something, “Oh, sorry,” she looked up into the face of a very gorgeous man.
“Ms. Summers,” Angelus greeted with a smile, “you probably don’t remember me, but I was…”
Joyce cut him off, finally remembering her voice in the wake of this man’s beautiful face, “Yes, Angel, right? You were tutoring Buffy?” Of course. Everything always had to do with Buffy.
“That’s right. I guess I should be flattered you remember me,” he said sincerely.
“Well,” Joyce embarrassingly laughed, “I don’t think I’ve seen you since then, so my guess is you gave up on Buffy and her history?”
Angelus shook his head, “It wasn’t that at all, Ms.Summers. I believe Buffy was actually learning, but I have to say, it was my fault the tutoring stopped. You see, I think Buffy developed a crush on me. And I certainly didn’t want that to interfere in her school work.”
“She…oh, I’m so sorry. She never told me.”
“She was probably embarrassed. A girl her age, liking a man my age.”
“Well, I’m sorry if she made you feel uncomfortable. I’m glad you stopped it before it could go anywhere. It…didn’t,” Joyce stuttered, “…go anywhere, did it?”
“No. Absolutely not,” Angelus answered in such truthful form. The last thing he wanted Joyce to know was that he was inside her daughter in everyway imaginable. “How is she doing in her history, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Not at all and frankly, she’s doing horrible.”
“Hmm. I don’t think I should start tutoring her again, but perhaps I should talk to her. I did leave her rather abruptly when she attempted to kiss me. I would like to explain my reason for leaving. I don’t want to feel like I caused her pain. I know how impressionable teenagers are. I didn’t want to hurt her,” this was beautiful. Joyce was eating this stuff up. He could tell by the look on her face. “If I could just let her know that I’m involved with someone else. Explain to her that she should be with boys her own age. I’m sure she will concentrate on her studies once more.”
Joyce smiled. Here was a nice, gorgeous, sweet, gorgeous, man that made her wish she was a bold woman so she could pounce on him. It was no wonder Buffy was interested. But he was involved. This was good, because maybe by telling Buffy this, she will loose interest. Maybe even get her grades up. Joyce didn’t know why, but she trusted this man with her daughter. This man that smiled with concern for Buffy’s welfare. Not with lust like most boys. Yes. This man was okay. “Why don’t you come over tonight? You could speak with Buffy. She’ll be home anyway. I grounded her for sneaking out,” Joyce smirked, “Oh, and you can call me Joyce.”
Grounded? Yes, of course. Angelus knew this. It was originally the reason behind this little game, so that he could still fuck her while she was, incapacitated, as it were. But suddenly this was becoming interesting. “Joyce, of course. I would love the opportunity to speak with her tonight,” he leaned in closer to her, “but I think I should speak to her privately. I don’t want to give her the impression that I tattled on her. Hormones are a part of life. And I don’t see why she should feel like she did something wrong by coming onto me. I just want her to know that.”
“Well, you can speak with her in her bedroom. I have to go out later anyhow. Why don’t you stop by a little later? Say, around eight,” Joyce stifled a laugh, “I’m sorry, that’s usually date time isn’t it. And you said you were involved, so..”
“Oh, no. Eight is fine. My girlfriend is…otherwise engaged tonight.”
“Great. Well, I should get home. She’s probably waiting for dinner. Till later then.”
“Yes. But first,” ever the gentleman, “allow me to help you with all those clothes to your car. You don’t want to trip,” he smiled as Joyce handed over some of the items.
* * * * * * *
Buffy finished her meal, leaving the dining room to drop the dish into the sink. “So what is it?” she asked to her mother from the kitchen.
“We aren’t sure exactly. We have to work on restoring it first. It looks like an old relic from Asia, circa 1800s. Buffy, it’s really fascinating. You should be interested in this stuff you know.”
Buffy walked back into the dining room where her mother had spread out documents of places the artifact may have originated from. “Sorry, mom. History and me - not so much love there.”
Joyce stood bewildered at her daughter as if trying to remember something. Then it clicked, “Oh, Buffy I can’t believe this. I forgot to tell you. You’re old history tutor is coming over.”
Buffy’s face went blank, “What,” she asked quietly.
Joyce watched the emotionless face of her daughter. If she looked close enough, she almost looked frightened. Joyce walked toward her, holding Buffy’s head in her hands, “Honey, he told me everything.”
Aghast, Buffy stood back wide-eyed, “What?”
“He told me that you tried to kiss him and that that’s the reason he won’t tutor you anymore. Sweetheart there’s nothing wrong with that. He is very good looking. Too old for you, definitely, but good-looking nonetheless. He’s coming here to smooth things over with you. To make sure you aren’t hurt.”
Buffy breathed a little easier, but was still concerned, “So, you saw him. Spoke to him.”
“Yes, we ran into one another at the mall today. Literally ran into. Purely by accident though.”
“I’m sure,” Buffy said under her breath.
Joyce watched her daughter’s emotions play on her face. It almost seemed as if she was thinking back on something. The door bell rang, bringing Buffy back to the present. The present, as in staring at her mothers concerned face. “That’s probably him, Buffy. Do you want me to get it?”
“No. I will,” she said leaving her mother to her work.
Buffy opened the door to see Angelus on the other side. He stared at her with lust filling his brain, and blood filling his cock. Buffy was exquisite. Her rarely worn jeans hugging her hips so deliciously. Her tank top, save bra, highlighting her luscious breasts as her nipples began to poke through at his heated gaze. “Hello darling. I trust your mother told you of my little drop-by?”
Buffy glanced over her shoulder, checking to see if her mother was still busy at the table, then back at her lover. “Why did you talk to her? Why involve her?” she asked with innocence.
“Hmmm,” Angelus put his finger to his mouth as if to contemplate his answer, then simply replied, “because she was there.”
“Buffy,” her mother called from the dining room, “we don’t need to freeze the house out. Let Angel in.”
Angelus smiled, “She does so adore me.”
Buffy moved to the side, granting access to Angelus. Softly she said, “She adores you because you showed her Angel. Not Angelus.”
A growl came up from his chest, but before he could react any further to her little comment, Joyce walked up to them. “Good to see you again, Angel.”
“Likewise Ms. Sum…I apologize,” Buffy rolled her eyes, “Joyce. Likewise, Joyce.”
“Well, why not get straight to it. I know you wanted to talk to Buffy, so I’ll clean up in the kitchen, then I have to leave. Work. It’s fascinating stuff, really. Only Buffy doesn’t have interest. So, I won’t be back until very late.”
“But mom…” her mother wasn’t really allowing her to be alone in this house with Angelus, was she?
“No buts, Buffy. I think it’s very admirable for Angel to speak with you. For him to take time out of, what I’m sure is a very busy schedule. With work, and a girlfriend, and, I believe school as well, right? I think it’s nice. Please show him a little decency.”
Buffy had heard nothing else except the girlfriend part. Had he actually told his mother he had a girlfriend? Jealously also waged itself inside her. Maybe he was with someone else. Dru? Another vamp? And just calling whomever that was, his girlfriend.
“Thank you, Joyce,” Angelus turned to Buffy, “Buffy, maybe we should speak in your room?”
“Ah, I don’t think…”
“Go on, honey. I’ll just shout when I’m leaving,” she turned to Angelus again, “please come by more often, Angel.”
He smiled as he watched Joyce’s retreating form. “She really is very nice, Buff. I don’t know why you give her such a hard time?”
“I really don’t think that’s any of your business, Angelus,” she punctuated the last word. “Why are you really here?”
“Because, your insolence as your mothers daughter has caused you to get grounded. Really, Buff, you must stop such childish behavior. Sneaking out. Tsk, Tsk, little girl. What will your punishment be?” his grin played across his face as he watched anger begin to cloud her eyes.
“Insolent? Childish? How childish is it to be caught sneaking back in your room after you’ve been fucking your un-dead ex-boyfriend in a graveyard. And I believe I already have my punishment set for me. That’s why I’m stuck here, grounded.”
Angelus sighed and took her hand, heading up the stairs, “Your mother isn’t the only one who gets to dual out the punishment. That’s my area of expertise. And childish because you know better than getting caught,” once they reached the platform of the upper level, Angelus roughly pushed Buffy against the wall. “and there is nothing ex about us lover. Except maybe x-rated,” he said pushing his straining erection into her taut stomach. “I am not your ex-boyfriend. I am your boyfriend. Just not in the flowers and candy sense. You are mine. I thought we already covered that.”
Buffy tried to push him away. Her mother was close by. But then again, maybe if her mother saw how Angelus had manipulated her, she would throw him out. Of course, thinking that he would not retaliate, was an illusion. Angelus was playing nice, at least to her mother. Why rock the boat? The truth was that Buffy loved that he was here. They stood only inches away from her bedroom. With her mother leaving, that meant Angelus could stay overnight. In her room. In her bed. Somehow that seemed more intimate than all the things they had been doing the last few weeks. Suddenly Buffy realized he had said nothing. He was staring at her. Watching her train of thought as if he knew what she was thinking. Could he?
Angelus leaned into her, his mouth hovering over her ear, he whispered, “Say it, my darling. Ask me what it is you want to ask,” he finished with a slight lick to her ear as he heard Buffy take a deep breath. Angelus pulled back, watching her face, keeping a listening ear out for her mother.
Buffy’s eyes turned down. Fixed on his chest, she whispered, “Stay with me?”
A roar of male pride surged through Angelus. His cock twitched in his pants at her innocent tone to her question of a not-so-innocent nature. “Why, my love, I wouldn’t think I’ve being anywhere else.”
Angelus moved a hand to the button on her jeans. He pulled the button from its comfortable hold, and slowly slid the zipper down. Buffy’s eyes shot up to his at his actions. Quickly placing her hand over his, she panicked, “No. Not here. She’ll hear. Please Angelus. Wait until she’s gone.”
“No,” he stated simply, removing her hand from his, and continued with the zippers journey. “Think about it Buff. Remember the other night in the cemetery? Imagine if your mother knew. Imagine if she knew how easily and quickly you spread those beautiful thighs for me,” he tugged her jeans down past her hips, letting them rest by her knees. Her panties soon following the same path, “then she would know, wouldn’t she. Your mother would know that you were a woman. A sexual being that needs to be sated.” Buffy had long since closed her eyes, giving Angelus free will to do as he pleased. He took her hands and placed them on his pants zipper. She didn’t move. “C’mon. Think of it. Think of how your mother is just under us, while I’ll be inside your warmth, your beautiful pussy clenching around my cock. Think of the danger, my darling,” he finished as she slowly stepped out of her clothing.
Buffy opened her eyes to see him staring at her. She stared back as she began to slide his fly down, and undo the button. She reached inside his pants. He didn’t wear underwear. She was not surprised. Buffy pulled out his hard shaft, slowly stroking it as his pants pooled around his ankles. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, “I want you to fuck me while my mother is only a second away. I think I want her to…I want her to catch us. I want her to see my face flushed in the moment of bliss,” still evenly stroking his hard prick, as he never tore his eyes away from hers, “I want her to hear me scream your name as I cum. I want her to know that I’m squeezing your cock as you flood inside of me,” Buffy panted harshly, “I want to watch her face as she realizes just what I’ve become.”
“And what is that lover?”
“A whore.” Buffy flew into his arms and kissed him roughly. Savagely. Her tongue sought his out as he pulled it into his welcoming mouth. Pushing her body up the wall, he quickly sheathed himself inside of her. Buffy cried out. But her moans could not escape the prison of his mouth as they continued to devour one another. Angelus would not let her go. He brutally pushed her into the wall, knocking a picture out of place, and picking her up, Buffy’s legs surrounding his thighs in an instant. He continued his brutal thrusts as she came up for air. “Fuck me, Angelus. Fuck me like the whore I am.”
“My whore,” he said as a hand grabbed at her breast, twisting it. Buffy whimpered, but made no move to stop him. “See the pleasure I can give you, Buff. I can bring you this pleasure for eternity,” he said thrusting into her wet heat.
Buffy gripped his shoulders tightly as her release neared. Nothing had ever been this intense before. She was fucking Angelus a whole twenty feet from where her mother stood, and never gave it another moments thought as she hurled over into her abyss. Clutching at his shoulders hard enough that she knew she was drawing blood beneath his shirt.
With the smell of blood filling his nostrils, and Buffy clenching around him, Angelus came, spilling his seed deep inside her welcoming body. The couple made no sound when they came except a squeak from Buffy and a groan from Angelus.
“Did you say something,” Joyce called up the stairs.
“No mom.” Buffy said, still panting from her orgasm and still wrapped around Angelus.
“Okay, well, I’m leaving now. I see you tomorrow honey,” Joyce said walking to the door, “And it was nice seeing you again Angel.”
“Yes Joyce. I’m glad I came,” he called down to her. Angelus smugly stared into Buffy’s foggy eyes. “I’m definitely glad I came,” he said quietly as they both heard the door close below them.
They continued to watch each other for long, sustained moments, until, finally Buffy, unwrapping her legs from Angelus, let her feet fall to the floor. They stood, once again face to face, and half-clothed. Buffy began to turn away until Angelus placed a hand on the wall, effectively cutting her off. She stood in place, until finally looking at him once again.
At her curious gaze, Angelus remarked, “You might as well take off the rest of your clothes. You won’t be needing them,” he said with a mask of emotionless features over his face.
Slowly Buffy began to pull her tank top over her head. Angelus stood back to get a better view. He watched as her breasts bounced free from their confines. He reached a hand out to grasp one plump piece of flesh between his hands. “I could eat you alive. Savor your flesh between my teeth for eternity,” he spoke softly, more to himself than to her.
“What is it you have planned,” she said warily.
“Hmm. Things your dirty mind has never even allowed you to fully process. Things that will make you quiver in fear and lust. When I’m done with you darling, you will yearn for me, far more than you already do.” Angelus once again stepped back and pulling his trousers back up, tucked his penis back inside his pants. Buffy gave him a weary look. His lips curled into a smile, “Don’t worry, lover. You will only be out of my presence for a short time. Now go into your bedroom and wait for me,” Angelus traced her features with a fingertip, “I’ll only be but a moment.”
Buffy watched as he descended the stairs. Bending over to pick up her clothes, Buffy heard him call out to her, “Leave the clothes on the floor Buff.” Buffy dropped the items and left them. Slowly she walked into her bedroom very aware that she had heard the front door open and not close until a minute later.
Buffy stared out her window. How did she get here? At least before, she was giving him a fight, now, nothing. She was a willing participant. Tears began to flood her eyes as she realized just what she had just done. She had fucked Angelus only steps away from her loving mother. She had wanted to be caught, wanted to put her mother in danger. How could she have done that? Buffy covered her face with her hands as shame overwhelmed her, and suddenly feeling very aware of her nudity, she turned to cover herself, only to be faced with an angry Angelus, a leather bag swinging at his side. He dropped the bag with a thud to the floor.
“I see,” he snarled, “now we’re back to playing the martyr again, are we? Oh, poor Buffy. Has to fuck a demon to protect her family. Boo fucking hoo,” he yelled in her face. “This self pity is really getting tiresome. If you are as adult as you claim to be, you’d fuck me and give up this crying bullshit. It’s boring, and not in the least bit truthful.”
Buffy choked back a sob as Angelus lunged for her. Grasping her roughly, “Ow, Angelus, you’re hurting me.”
“And isn’t the pain exquisite,” he purred and dipped a finger into her sopping pussy, thrusting a few times, then pulling it back out. He held his glistening hand to her face, “this is truth, Buff. You’re juice on my hand is the real truth. You can’t escape that. It gives you away every time,” he finished as he licked his hand clean, making sure to watch her face the entire time. Another tear streamed down her cheek as he leaned in and kissed it away. “Its lesson time,” he said flatly, “lay on the bed.”
Buffy slowly pulled away from him and, pulling the covers back, laid flat on her back on the bed. Angelus took the covers from the foot of the bed and tore them away, tossing them on the floor. “We won’t be needing covers. There will be no sleeping tonight.”
Buffy watched as Angelus picked up the bag he had carried in and placed it on her desk. Unzipping it, he pulled out several items. Nipple clamps, a few dildos and vibrators, leather straps, and a knife. Angelus turned to look at her. He wanted to watch her writhe on the bed, wanted to see her pass out from too much pleasure and pain, wanted her to go so far over the edge to where she could no longer differentiate between the two. And tonight would be that night.
He walked over to the bed, leaving all the toys on the desk. He quickly divested himself of his clothes as his hard cock once again sprang free, growing even thicker at Buffy’s hot gaze. “Now,” he said softly, “I want you to be the person you’re supposed to be. Do what you want. And I know what you want. So take it, as your nature commands you to.
Buffy leaned forward and in one instant, took his entire length into her welcoming mouth. She made slurping sounds as she devoured his cock. Angelus let his hands fall on the back of her head, guiding his shaft between her lips. “I know you like that, don’t you? All your crying, all the pain you have inside, it doesn’t have to be that way. You just have to learn to take what you want,” he smiled sadistically, “and I know you always want my cock.” Buffy pulled away and looked into his dark eyes as she pumped him with her hand. Angelus’ eyes, eyes that held no love for her. Not like Angel’s. No, these eyes held nothing but possession for her. A desire to break her. And break her he would.
“Please Angelus. Just fuck me. You don’t…” she eyed the items on the desk, “you don’t need those. All I need is you.”
“Lover, you need to be taught. You need to open yourself up for me. Fully and Completely,” he grabbed her head roughly, “now suck me off, so I can get on with the lesson.” Buffy took a breath and lowered her head once again. No longer intent on enjoying the feel of his cock, Angel’s cock, in her mouth. Just trying to hold back the trepidation she felt at what the night ahead held for her.
Angelus thrusted into her waiting mouth, “Fuck it Slayer. Fuck it hard,” Buffy pulled away and while pumping him savagely, she nibbled on the head, which caused Angelus to roar, “Again. Do that again,” he ordered. As one hand continued its movements, the other fell to his sack to fondle him. Buffy bit a little harder with her blunt teeth on the head, but before Angelus could make another command, she quickly sucked the tender tip into her mouth. Sucking hard, before biting down again, Angelus came with a howl, “Yesss,” not caring for her, he pushed his penis further down her throat, making sure she swallowed every last drop of his essence. Once he was sure he had cum all he would, he fell on the bed beside her. Glancing over at her, “See, you already know pain is a sustenance for pleasure, that’s why you bit me. You knew I would love it. It was a superb blow-job, Buff. I have definitely taught you properly how to suck cock.”
Without thought, Buffy responded, “I guess I learned from the best cock-sucker.”
Angelus flew up and smacked her face so hard she crashed against her headboard. Fire flared inside of him as Buffy rubbed her stinging face, tears once again welling up inside her. “You bastard. It was a joke,” she shot.
“I guess I don’t share your humor. Don’t move,” he said turning around in all his naked glory to pick up the leather binds. “You’re attitude gives me pause, Buff. I’ve been so lenient with you today. And your little self-pity party and big mouth are starting to irritate me,” he held up one of the straps, “turn over.”
“What? I’m not letting you tie me…” before she could finish her sentence, Angelus threw her on her stomach and jumped on top of her, effectively pinning her beneath him, her head facing the end of the bed, and her feet nearly touching the headboard.
“I told you to do as I say. I’ll make you scream in pain before the night is through.”
“Let go. Angelus, please….don’t do this.”
“Ah, Buff, you’re so beautiful when you beg,” he said snapping a leather strap to each of her ankles, then attaching the other end to her headboard. “These straps are a little different than the ones you would find commonly in a sex shop. You see, domination would be no fun if our submissive partner could at any point break free. So, vampires have to add a little magic. So, you won’t be able to break loose of these, darling, so sit tight.”
Angelus stood at the end of the bed, watching as she quietly sobbed, laying flat on her belly. No, this really wouldn’t do. “Buff, I want you on all fours. Do that for me, won’t you?” Buffy slowly raised herself on her knees and hands. “Hmm, much better,” he snarled. Angelus kneeled down so that he could see underneath her; her breasts hanging, her chest heaving in and out, and her pussy juice seeping down the inside of her thighs. Perfection. He used the remaining two binds and snapped them around her wrists and then tied them to the bed legs.
Angelus brought the items from the desk, and placed them next to her on the bed, as he scooted underneath her. His head placed firmly beneath her vagina. Buffy slowly lowered her mouth to his cock, but was stopped almost instantly, “Don’t touch it. I don’t want you touching any part of me, understand?”
“Yes.” Don’t touch him? What was this? Angelus was giving up a blow-job? What were his plans? Was she being punished or was this a reward? A night for her enjoyment only? No, that couldn’t be it. Then again, Angelus was underneath her, ready to perform cunnilingus, and she didn’t have to please him even though his dick stood straight in front of her.
Angelus leaned up, and inhaling her scent, dove straight in. Lapping at her juice as Buffy screamed in unrequited lust. She tried to push herself on him further, but was stopped as he held her thighs. He ate her so delicately and thoroughly. Making sure not one part of her pink little cunt was untouched. Un-tasted. He made her cum, twice, three-times from eating her out. His entire face glistened with her honey.
Buffy began humping his face, for which he allowed. He ate her for nearly an hour, without even sliding one of his long digits inside of her. Never once did his tongue even enter her heat. It was all done with sucking and licking. Biting and nibbling. When her seventh orgasm neared, she screamed as it rippled through her, Angelus finally giving in to his want, turned his head and sunk his fangs into her thigh, causing another climax to shatter through her.
Buffy collapsed on top of him. With a growl he pushed her back up, “I said on all fours. Stay that way, Buffy.”
“I can’t. It’s too much. No more, please.”
“Darling, we have barely begun,” he said as he moved his head toward her anus. Now starting his tongue-wash there. As he nursed her tight, puckered hole, she begged him to fill her. With his tongue; finger; cock, anything. She needed something inside of her. He refused.
Twenty minutes, and three more orgasms later, Angelus stopped licking her back passage. How Buffy was still standing, was beyond him. But the second time she had fallen from exhaustion, he had bit her clitoris, causing her to bolt upright and shoot straight into another orgasm.
“Please….I can’t…it hurts Angelus. I just need you inside me,” Buffy panted, no longer ashamed at her need for this man. This demon.
“No,” he said moving out from under her. He looked her in the eyes, the first time in hours, “lick my face clean.” Too far gone in her own need, Buffy complied, lapping up the remnants of herself on his face. And to say there was an abundance would be an understatement. She finished with a passionate kiss to his lips, as Angelus pulled away. “I’m hungry.”
At Buffy’s bewildered look, he picked up a strap that had to egg-shaped vibrators attached to each end. He strapped it around her waist, effectively positioning one egg on her anus, and the other on her clit, neither, though, was inside her body, merely on the surface. Once again he scooted underneath her, this time facing her. He watched her eyes as they drifted shut from time to time, “I’ll make you crave all that I crave.” Grabbing the knife, he shuffled further beneath her, so that he was face to face with her breasts.
Buffy could feel his rigid staff between her legs, and attempted to appease her hunger by sliding against him. As Angelus felt her shift, he growled warningly and bit into her breast, drawing blood, but quickly pulling his fangs back out once he felt her relax, no longer attempting to engulf his cock in her slick heat. Buffy took the warning. But why wouldn’t he want to be inside her? He had said that was where he always wanted to be. Only, his choice of words was somewhat less flattering.
“Angelus, what are you doing with the knife?” she asked with nervousness etching her voice.
“Soon,” he said attempting to mollify her. Before she could make any further complaint as to her clit’s tenderness, and her core’s aching need, Angelus used the knife to cut a small slit under the curve of her breast.
Buffy screamed in pain as the metal sliced her. A wound no longer than three inches, yet seemed far more excruciating. Just as he cut her, Angelus reached around and hit the button on the vibrators, sending Buffy flying as she experienced yet another orgasm. Only, this time, the pain was evident in her bliss. Buffy’s rapture now weighing heavily on her pain, as Angelus continued to make tiny slits on her chest, belly, and abdomen. He greedily sucked up all the blood as it seeped from her body. Each slice causing another climax to ripple through her, so much that not even when one finished, another began.
All the cuts Angelus made had already begun to heal as he pulled away from her, allowing her a moment to rest on the bed. Buffy would definitely have to change the sheets before her mother saw. It was wet with sweat, droplets of blood that he had not caught, and her juice. The entire roomed smelled of her essence. But the ultimate goal tonight would be Buffy willingly causing pain for pleasure. She already begged beyond thought to him to stop using the vibrators on her clit. Over twenty climaxes, Buffy could barely think. But wait. One more for humiliation, he thought.
Still allowing her to rest on her sore stomach, Angelus climbed the bed behind her. He removed the now stilled vibrators from her waist, and tossed them to the floor. He slowly rubbed her ass, “It’s occurred to me that I’ve never drank from you.” A muffled sob came from her throat. Nothing Angelus recognized as words, so he continued on. “I don’t mean your blood darling. I mean the very last thing you have to offer me,” he said as he dipped one finger into her heat.
Buffy warily raised herself on all fours again. On shaky limbs, she finally felt him inside her. It wasn’t what she wanted most, but it would do. Her fogged mind couldn’t make out what he was doing though. Just one finger? He was stretching it inside her as far as he could, then he began stroking. “Oh, God….don’t stop,” she screamed clenching on his finger.
Angelus stroked inside of her. Suddenly this moment became everything to him. He wanted to taste all that flowed from her as she came like she never had before. The g-spot. It was sure to soak the sheets and the mattress itself. And Angelus wanted that flood in his mouth. He knew that she would find shame in such a messy act. Would probably cry herself to sleep over it from sheer embarrassment. It shouldn’t take long. Not with the amount of orgasms she had already had. Just a few strokes in just the right spot, and she would be there.
Buffy was soon thrusting on his finger. He knew that if he wanted to, he could probably fill her tight pussy with his fist. She felt just that wet. But that would be for another day. “Oh yessss, Angelus…fuck me….fuck me…,” she cried as her soaked hair clung to her back. A few strands falling around her face. Then it happened, she screamed so hard, he knew as he pulled his hand away, and positioned himself under her, swallowing as much as he could, and yet still not near enough as it wet the sheets. Buffy herself could scream no more, as her sore throat wouldn’t allow it. Then, it was done. She collapsed just after Angelus retreated.
What Buffy felt in the moments before was something far too intense. She had actually wanted him to stop. The rush that was building inside of her scared her. It was too much. Too new. But he wouldn’t stop. She didn’t even know what was coming, and when it did, the humiliation that filled her was beyond words. She had soaked the entire bed. It almost felt like she was peeing, only she had never felt that much bliss during a simple routine bathroom break. But all she felt now, was soaked sheets beneath her body.
Angelus gave a few strokes to his cock, almost oblivious that after all these hours, he had still yet to cum. No matter, the time for that would arrive soon enough.
Angelus untied her wrists. She had yet to open her eyes. Had she passed out? No, her eyelids gave a slight flutter. He turned her face to look at his. “Buff. Would you like some cock now. I know you need something in that hole of yours. So long been denied.”
Despite her fatigue and pleasure that no longer could be called pleasure. There was pain. But, oh so delicious pain, she nodded slowly. “Inside me. You need….to cum…”
“I will.” Angelus pulled something out from beneath the bed. Buffy opened her eyes slightly, eyeing the contraption. He smiled, “It’s a Sybian. I realize that I’ve said I don’t want anything else inside you but me, but, since I’m not famous for keeping rules, I bought this. I want to see you ride it.”
“Where did you….”
“Oh, I hid it under while you were having dinner. You didn’t even hear me. So much for that so-called Slayer ability of sensing vampires,” he huffed. He moved to untie the restraints at her feet. She made no move to get up.
With barely open lids, Buffy looked at the contraption. It was large. I guess so that she could straddle it, and a penis stood on the top. Like all a woman had to do was sit on this and feel pleasure. How could something so stupid looking, be pleasurable? Then her mind drifted to Xander and Cordelia. They looked stupid together, and yet appeared to be enjoying themselves immensely while in closets.
Angelus placed the Sybian on Buffy’s bed. He took her hand and helped her up. She could barley even keep her eyes open. Angelus leaned down and grazed her ear, “Climb on, darling. It awaits you.” He helped her maneuver over the toy and watched her face shift in pleasure/pain as she slowly slid down on the phallus.
Angelus walked over to the chair that was planted facing away from the bedroom door. Sitting down in it he wrapped his hand around his penis, watching Buffy intently. She didn’t move. She had had nothing inside her, except his finger, since their escape hours ago in the hall. But her exhaustion had taken its toll. Instead of thrashing around, Buffy was nearly asleep. So much for Slayer stamina, Angelus thought. Very well then, he would instruct her.
“Buff,” her eyes looked toward him, glazed over with drowsiness, “touch yourself, my love. Squeeze those nipples that have been neglected.” Buffy complied. Angelus shook his head in disappointment. No, this just wouldn’t do. He rose from the chair and turned the machine on. Another orgasm shot through her in an instant. Brief, but nonetheless, another. Buffy rose slightly off the machine, keeping it clear of her clit, which she planned to avoid altogether. The last few times Angelus had been playing with her little pearl, the pain wretched through her entire body, causing tears to fall from her eyes. No, there would be no more of touching that particular body part for days. Maybe even weeks. Angelus took the nipples clamps from the floor, and fastened one onto a protruding nipple. Buffy cried out, and Angelus smiled down upon her, then quickly fastened the second one onto the other nipple. “There. Now that’s better,” he said walking backward to sit in the chair once more.
Buffy was once again overwhelmed with the sensations. Could a person really die from too much sex? If it was possible, Buffy thought that her death awaited her. Thrusting shallowly on the machine, Buffy squeezed the nipples that were encased in their own prison.
Angelus watched her. He watched as she slowly rode the machine, pleasuring herself, all the while not knowing how she was playing beautifully into his hands. And when she grabbed hold of her taut nipples, sending shock-waves of pain throughout her body, yet not stopping, he knew he had her. She would do anything he asked of her. Angelus took hold of his cock and began pumping hard. This time when she came, he would be right there along with her. As it should be. He wanted to drive his cock inside her, but not tonight. There was one final test she would have to pass. He watched mesmerized by her, sneaking a few glances at himself as he saw pre-cum begin to ooze out of his shaft. He couldn’t believe how long he had held out. Watching her once more, he began to pump in earnest, “Yes, Buff, fuck it hard….fuck it like you fuck me.”
“Yes, Angelus….you’re cock….only your cock….I want you inside of me,” her tears welled up in her eyes as both lovers struggled to reach the height of their peak.
Just before he knew he would explode, he made one last order. Would she take it? “Pinch your clit, Buff. Roll it between your fingers. Touch it.”
“It..” she sobbed, “it hurts…”
“The pain is ecstasy Buffy. The pain is pure bliss.”
“Oh, fuck…yes,” she thrashed, her juice slicked over the entire machine as Angelus watched her hand travel down her body. She grabbed a nipple, and at the same time, pinched her clit hard. Buffy screamed in pain as the orgasm washed over her. Tears falling from her red face as she fell off the machine and onto the bed.
The moment her fingers toyed with her bud, Angelus came, his semen spurting over his hand as he jacked himself off like a schoolboy. His cum shot all over his belly and the hair between his thighs, but not once did he ever take his eyes off her. She was the most glorious thing in his life. Though he would never tell her that.
Buffy couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. She was laying in soaked sheets that she herself was the cause of, and didn’t care. She never wanted to move again. Until….
Angelus kept his eyes fixed on his Slayer. He had won. She had willingly caused herself pain, just to feel the slightest resemblance of pleasure. Buffy did it knowing that it would make her cry. Knowing that it would cause her unbearable hurt. Yet, she still did not resist. She now had to live with the knowledge that she enjoyed pain. Craved it. And Buffy wasn’t the only one….
Angelus beamed with male pride as his eyes fixated on Buffy, “She is beautiful when she comes. Isn’t she Willow,” Angelus slowly turned his head to the red-head standing in the open door.
Buffy lifted her head, “Oh my God. Willow.” Before any more words could be said, Willow had escaped down the stairs and out of the house. Buffy turned mortified toward Angelus.
“Well, it wasn’t your mother, but you got caught like you wanted to.”