Temptation
"Wake up sleepy head."
Angelus’s head swam. He imagined there was probably a bump on it the size of a small country. He tried to move his arms, but he found them chained to the end of a bed. He was wearing only his leather pants, his shirt missing. "What the fuck is going on?" He demanded, trying to pull free. The last thing he remembered was hunting near The Bronze ebfore someone hit him in the back of the head.
A warm, small hand reached from behind him and came to rest on his well muscled chest. It gently stroked him, causing his skin to tingle with pleasure. Suddenly, the person turned their hand in a different direction and clawed against his skin, but the pain only added to even more pleasure.
"Yeah, you like that, don’t you?" Angelus growled softly in his throat at the sound of her voice. She sounded different, more comfortable and seductive. Sexy. His growl almost sounded like a purr.
"Buffy," he said. "What kind of a game is this?"
"It’s no game, Lover," she teased, once again stroking his chest. "You see, this is pure torment. You know what you’ve done to me, don’t you?"
"I don’t know, I may need a moment tot hink."
Buffy smirked. "No need, I’ll refresh your memory. You tried to destroy the world with The Judge, kill Xander on Valentine’s Day, you tormented Willow, and," she paused. "You killed Miss Calendar."
"She was a bitch," Angelus sneered.
"I know," Buffy said, surprising him. "It was fun, wasn’t it? To snap her neck, watching the light in her eyes die out. Placing her on my watcher’s bed, torturing him. You enjoyed it. Then you watched me from my window, didn’t you?"
"You were crying," he said.
"Fake, I knew you where there. I hated her with a passion, and I’m glad you got to have your fun. But now, I get to have mine. I’m going to make sure that you pay for your crimes, any and every way that I can."
"Sounds promising," Angelus said.
Buffy grinned, although he couldn’t see her yet. "It might be, but I also promise that this will be one experience you will never forget." Buffy leaned down and licked his cheek. Angel craned his neck to see her face, but she grabbed his chin with her other hand and forced him to look forward.
"Now, where should we start? I should warn you, I’m not very good at torturing, I have no experience, but I’m sure you’d like to help me learn, wouldn’t you? After all, you are the best. You probably know every trick in the book. Every point of pain, of pleasure..." Buffy reached her hand lower across his pale abdomen and slid a few fingers just under the waistline of his pants. She felt the tremor that went through the demon’s body and smiled in satisfaction.
"Yes," Angelus hissed, wanting her hand to move just a little farther...... Buffy removed her hand and brought it back up to his chest.
"Tell me, Angelus, what was the most sensual way you ever tortured someone?" Buffy rested her chin on the top of his head and moved both hands to hold him from behind. Her hands rested together on his chest.
"I don’t really have a particular favorite," Angelus said.
"Oh come on, you have to have at least one little..." her voice dropped down to a whisper and she moved her lips next to his right ear. "Tiny moment. Any at all?" She gently nibbled on his earlobe.
Angelus couldn’t stop the moan from escaping his lips.
"What, you like that?" Buffy asked, still whispering into his ear. She moved both of her hands down his chest towards his pants again and slid the tips of all of her fingers past the waistband.
Buffy could see from the bulge in his pants that he very clearly did like what she was doing to him.
"I think that my most sensual torture is yet to come. But I’ll tell you in full detail what I’ll do to you when I get my hands untied."
"And what would that be?" She asked curiously.
Angelus tried to look at her, but again she pushed his head forward. "Loosen these bonds and you’ll find out."
"Nice try."
Buffy let her hands roam dangerously close to his waistline again. "You see, this is the pleasurable part. But now, I think we can move on for a while."
She pulled away from him fully and stood up beside the bed. She slowly walked around to the front of him. "Now it’s time for the pain."
Angel felt himself growing harder when his slayer cam into view. She was wearing a very short leather mini skirt and a skin tight black tank top that was very low cut. Her tanned belly was taught and well muscled, and her round, full breasts were barely covered. She wore knee high black leather, lace up boots with heels, Her hair was dark brown her natural color instead of the bottle color he had always seen her wear. It was thick and full and cascaded down her shoulders.
"New look," he commented. "You look like such a bad girl."
"Maybe I am. At least for now. You like?" She asked, smirking down at him.
"I’d like it a lot better if you bent forward a bit more, or if you discarded the clothing all together."
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Enough talk, time to play." Buffy grabbed a clear bottle sitting on the shelf. She took of the cap and placed it aside. Stepping over one of Angelus’s long legs, she kneeled before him between his legs.
Angelus siezed the oppurtunity and pulled both of his legs together,wrapping them around Buffy’s body. He tried to pull her as close to his cock as he could. Buffy grinned wickedly and rubbed her hands against his thighs. After a few moments of letting him have his fun she stopped. "Enough."
She pushed his legs apart and away from her. "Now stay. I want to learn to torture you correctly, no distractions."
Angelus growled. "What would your Angel think of your new hobby?"
"I dunno, vampire, what would he think?" She asked calmly. She wouldn’t let him get to her. She took the bottle and lifted it above his chest.
"He’d think you were a bitch."
"And what do you think?" Buffy mentally decided how much water she should pour at once.
"I think you’re my bitch."
She tipped the entire thing upside down in reply to his comment, as much as it excited her.
His scream echoed off of the walls. That was fine, no one was around to hear him. Buffy once again rubbed her hands along his chest, this time they were covered with the water. "Now, did you like that?" She teased, pinching one of his male nipples. Hard.
Angelus had a light sheet of sweat on his brow. "Oh, yeah."
"I think I can do something about that."
Buffy got up and quickly grabbed a riding crop from the table. She kneeled back down in front of him and traced the line of his muscles with the tip. "Where should I start first? Any suggestions?"
Angel nodded. "I have one. Untie me, hand me the crop. I’ll whip you everywhere and you’ll beg me to drink from you. I’ll tease you and play with you until I get bored, which probably won’t be for a while." Angelus glanced at her body appreciatively. "You look absolutely delicious."
"Tempting, really, but I had other things in mind."
Before he knew what was happening, she whipped him across the chest. Repeatedly. The crop made thin red marks against his pale flesh and the already healing water burns. The red lines were turning into welts.
"Wouldn’t you rather use that while riding me?"
Angelus asked, gritting his teeth. Buffy paused.
"Maybe later," she whipped him on the leg, through his pants, a little too close to his manhood for comfort.
Buffy set the whip down and stood up, She leaned forward and unhooked his arms. Before he could struggle, she forced him to turn around and hooked his arms against the back of the bed. She traced her fingers along the lines of his tattoo. "Beautiful," she said. She reached down and grabbed his firm ass, stroking him through his pants. The leather did fit him so nicely....
She picked up her riding crop and whipped him strongly across his back. Blood seeped through from part of the wound.
Angelus growled at the scent of it, and craned his neck around to examine his wound. He growled louder when he saw Buffy lick it clean. "Does that taste good, Lover?" he asked.
Buffy leaned her cheek against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Those few drops has run through her system as quicky as possible, and it made her dizzy. Powerful. For the first time she realized just how strong Angelus really was. He was a god amongst vampires, a legend. The vampire blood was making her slightly queasy. She was feeling from a vampire’s perspective. The demon she was lying against was so wlel known, feared, and worshiped. She licked again at the blood that resurfaced on his back.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned.
"I can give you that feeling," Angelus told her. Every day for an eternity. Even longer. I have the strength, and I can share it with you. You’d be a godess to them. My dark godess. We would rule the Hellmouth."
With his blood in her system, his dark and powerful, black blood, the words he spoke sounded so promising, so beautiful.
"Just untie me, Buffy. I’ll keep you pure, strong, mine."
Buffy shook her head to try and stop the dizziness.
"No."
"Yessssssss, " he hissed. "Join me in darkness. It’s a wonderful thing, Buffy. Darkness is. It’s everyhwere, in everyone and everything. You can spread it, you can live it. Be it. It offers everything. And nothing at all..."
"Shut up!" Buffy screamed, raking her nails along his back. More blood surfaced, running, flowing together. It looked so warm, so good....
Angel pulled at his bonds. His hands were right next to each other so it was much easier this time. He quickly got them undone and turned around. Buffy had been staring at his bloody back, wanting to take a sip. She looked up at him, with his full game face on, and didn’t even seem shocked.
He licked his lips and pushed her back onto the floor.
"This is a bad, bad thing," Buffy whispered.
Angelus smirked. "It depends on how you look at it, Lover, because this is going to feel very, very good."
"You aren’t mad I tortured you?" Buffy asked.
"How could I be mad? I’m proud. My girl’s got edge. And a body to kill for...." he said, moving down to unlace her boots. Once that task was done, he grabbed her tank top and pulled it over her head.
Buffy reached down and unzipped his leather pants, smirking when she saw he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She took cock into her hand and stroked it gently. Angelus slid the skirt down her long legs, and her panties soon followed.
Angelus leaned down and savagely kissed her, bruising her lips and her arms where his fingers held her. He was a predator and she was his prey.
Buffy moaned and Angelus answered her with a deep rumbling from his chest that continued during the whole affair. He was so hard he was dripping. He’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted this slayer. This child. He positioned himself between her legs and wasted no time in claiming her.
She was so warm, so tight and wet. He didn’t wait for her to adjust to his size, instead he pounded into her mercilessly. Buffy bit back a scream and continued to ravish his mouth with her own.
She pulled her knees closer to her body, wanting him deeper, filling her to the core. She could feel herself bordering on the edge. She just needed him a little deeper, a little faster, a little harder.
Angelus could feel her tight vaginal mucles clamping around him,pulling him deeper. He felt himself climaxing fast. He reached down between them and rubbed her swollen nub between his fingers, pinching hard.
Buffy stiffled another scream as she came, milking him. She could feel his cool seed flowing deep inside her. Angelus growled and sank his fangs into the cool flesh of her bare neck. Her powerful slayer blood filled his mouth and he swallowed hungrily, wanting more.
Buffy felt him drinking her, but she didn’t care. It was the most amazing experience she had ever felt. He pulled away soon enough.
Angelus reached up and cut a slit in his neck with his fingernail. "Drink me," he ordered her. Buffy reached up and pulled his head down to hers. She latched onto the wound on his neck and drank hungrily.
Angelus never let anyone drink form his neck. Powerful vampires knew it was a sign of weakness and of vulnerability. She was his dark godess now, and she was the only one he would allow.
When she was finished, she drifted off into a deep sleep. Angelus picked her up and placed her on the bed. The he prepared for what was to come.
The End