It had been a month and a half since he had brought her home and he had been quite lenient. He'd figured that if he let her do what she wanted most of the time, and asked nicely when he wanted to fuck, she wouldn't get any crazy ideas about leaving. And she hadn't. She seemed rather content to make her phone calls to her friends, watch television… and have sex with her sire. However, Angel knew that if she didn't learn that she answered to him soon… he might never be able to control her. As it was, with her strong will… it probably wouldn't be very easy.

Sitting on the side of the bed beside her, Angel ran his fingers through Buffy's long blonde hair. "How would you like to go out tonight?"

Buffy smiled and closed her eyes; she had always loved having someone play with her hair. "Go where?"

"A club in Santa Barbara." Angel replied.

Buffy thought it over for a moment, then decided she didn't really feel like getting all dressed up in some binding dress that Angel would make her wear. Her sweats were so much more comfortable.

"Nah… I'll stay home and watch TV."

Angel sighed. "Buffy, my dear, you misunderstood me. When I ask you if you want to go out tonight it's not a yes or no question, like 'Are you feeling well?' or some other insignificant question. It's more like a 'Do you want to fuck tonight?' question."

"That's a yes or no question too." Buffy told him, turning to look at him.

"You're so naïve, my love." he laughed. "When I ask you if you want to fuck, you say 'Is there anything special you'd like me to wear or do to you tonight?' and when I ask you if you want to go out, you ask me what I want you to wear."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Welcome to the 20^th, Angel. I am a liberated woman."

Angel grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her head up so that they were face to face. Ignoring her cries of pain, he spoke firmly and evenly to her. "You can be any kind of woman you like, as long as you understand you are mine. You do *what* I want, to *whom* I want, *when* I want. You wear what I tell you to, you go where I tell you to... if I give you any instructions, you will obey them or suffer the consequences. Any decisions you make for yourself will have been approved by me in some way or another. If you eat, it's because I've decided to feed you. Are we understood?"

Buffy tried to pull at his hand to make him let go of her hair. Her scalp was burning in pain. "Screw you!"

"Yes, that's one of the things you do, Lover… but are you going to be a spoiled brat and *make* me hurt you… or are you going to be the smart girl I know you are and accept your fate?" he asked, loosening his grip on her hair so that he wasn't hurting her.

Buffy took a deep breath and glared at him for a moment. "I hate you."

Angel smiled at her. "Good… I like that..."

Buffy opened her mouth to give him a smart ass reply, but was halted by him covering her mouth with his. They kissed passionately for a moment and Buffy felt her anger and humiliation melting away to be replaced by desire.

Pulling away, he looked down at his childe with amusement. "Why don't you hop in the shower? When you get out, blow dry your hair straight and put on your evening make-up. I'll have your clothes set out for you by the time you're done."

Buffy huffed and stood up, trying to ignore the ache that now resided deep within her womb. Without a second look, she stomped off towards the bathroom, shutting the door soundly behind her.

Sighing, she looked at the blank wall of the bathroom and wished there was a mirror… and that she could actually see her reflection. Pulling off her clothes, she felt a bit homesick, missing the days when she had been *alive* and living with her mom. She missed her mom so much, and had even considered trying to talk Angel into taking her by her old home… just so she could catch a glimpse of her mother from afar.

Feeling quite melancholy, Buffy turned the water on in the shower and combed through her hair as she waited for the water to heat up. She had always liked hot showers, but even moreso now that she was dead... when she got out her skin would be warm and she would almost feel normal again.

Buffy closed her eyes and willed herself to stop thinking back on what she'd lost. It would only serve to hurt her now. Besides, life with Angelus wasn't *all* bad... There was the sex… and no algebra homework.

She stepped into the shower and under the hot spray of water. Moaning, she closed her eyes and lost herself in the feel of it. Grabbing her shampoo, she squeezed some out in the palm of her hand and smiled sweetly at the smell. Strawberries.

Angel had picked it out, as he did most of her possessions. The vampire was nothing if not particular. At least he had good taste.

The shower door opened and startled Buffy, making her jump. She turned to find Angel entering the shower. Her eyes scanned his nude body and a smile grew on her face as she saw exactly why he had joined her.

"Miss me?" she teased.

Angel smirked at her. After going through her dresses and picking out quite a sexy number, then imagining her in it and even going through her underwear drawer and picking out what he wanted her to wear... he'd been left in quite a predicament.

Without a word, he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to him, this time a lot more gently than the last. He kissed her brutally, and she loved it. Buffy's arms wound their way around his neck as she kissed him back, with equal fervor.

Angel's hands moved down her body, over the smooth skin of her back, down to her tight buttocks. He lifted her off her feet, still holding her tight against him. Pressing her against the wall, Angel used one hand to try and pull her thigh over his hip as he rubbed the head of his cock against her belly.

Buffy gasped at the coolness of the tile as she was shoved against it. She felt Angel grabbing her thigh, so she let him pull it around the waist, wrapping her other leg around him at the same time.

In one swift move, he filled her. Buffy cried out at the feel of him inside of her. No matter how many times their bodies interlocked, she couldn't get used to it. It was utterly incredible.

Angel slid most of the way out of her, only to thrust deeply inside her once again. He repeated the movement, over and over, driving his lover to the edge of bliss quickly. Buffy knew her back would be sore for several hours from the rough punishment it was receiving, but it was worth it. It seemed everything drove her closer to orgasm. The pain of being slammed to the wall... the pleasure of Angel inside her… the hot water beating down on them… she was *so* close.

Angel had been with a lot of women in his life. Countless women. However, none of them could come close to measuring up to Buffy. She was… so perfect for him.

He slowed his thrusts, keeping her in a constant state of frenzied lust. It was more fun if he didn't let her come... Angel liked to torture her… make her beg for release… and when *he* saw fit, he could grant it to her. It was the ultimate power.

Buffy's head rested on Angel shoulder, her mouth so close to his ear so that he could hear her tiny cries and whimpers. It was like sweet music to him. Angel smiled as Buffy's nails scratched at his back and he could smell blood. Blood was so erotic.

He felt a pressure building and knew he was going to come soon. Nearly losing all control, his thrusts once again were rapid as he slammed into her with desire. His mouth found the side of her neck as he suckled her tender skin.

Buffy felt herself spiraling into the abyss of climax as Angel's thrusts once again became forceful. She flung her head back, hardly feeling the pain from smacking it on the tile. Her body felt like it was exploding as her tight vaginal walls squeezed his cock.

Buffy screamed aloud as orgasm came over her, with Angel soon joining her. He continued to thrust as he spilled his cold seed deep inside Buffy's womb. Angel began to slow and Buffy stopped shaking, until they both were still and silent inside the shower, the hot water still spraying down upon them.

An overwhelming calmness and warmth spread throughout Buffy as she came down from her high. She looked down at Angel tenderly, her nimble fingers playing with the back of his hair. His eyes moved up to meet hers… and for a fraction of a second, Buffy saw something. Something that made her dead heart ache… love. He had let his guard down and she had seen it. He loved her.

"Well… we better get out of here so you can finish getting ready." He replied gruffly, setting her down on her feet and moving out of the shower.

Buffy leaned against the wall for a moment, trying to get her bearings. She then turned the water off and opened the shower door. Grabbing a towel off the rack, she began drying herself off as she watched Angel style his hair. She took her hairbrush and went to brush her hair, but was halted by her sire's hand covering her own. He took the brush from her and ran it through her hair slowly.

Buffy closed her eyes and smiled. It felt so good… the bristles on her scalp… how tender he was being... And then he pushed all her hair over one shoulder and planted a soft kiss on the other one. She sighed and leaned back against him as he repeated the kiss all the way up her neck to her jaw. Reluctantly, he pulled away and left her alone in the bathroom with her eyes closed and a content smile on her face.

Twenty minutes later, Buffy walked back out into the bedroom and found Angel pulling his leather duster out of the closet. She couldn't help but admit he looked especially delicious that night in his black leather pants, red silk shirt, and black boots. Once he put that jacket on... it would be hard not to jump him.

Angel looked her over for a moment before giving his nod of approval. She'd obeyed his instructions and that pleased him. She would be his queen someday, he was sure of it.

"Your clothes are over there." He told her, nodding his head towards the bed where he had set out her dress, shoes and underwear.

Buffy rolled her eyes when she saw the black satin corset and panties, then examined the dress. It was beautiful, albeit tight. It was made of red material, with black lace over it… the bodice was black velvet and it was peek-a-boo style. The shoes were three inch heels with a simple black velvet strap.

"You're *really* good at dressing me."

"I know." Angel smirked as he put some cologne on.

Buffy turned to look at him. "Do you think maybe that makes you kind of gay?"

"Get dressed." He ordered before leaving her alone in the bedroom. He had other things to attend to before heading out for the night. Besides, if he saw her naked... they would *never* get out of the bedroom.

Buffy took her time dressing, knowing if she took too long she would annoy Angel... and she really felt the need to antagonize him for a while. When she had her corset and panties on, she longed to see herself. As uncomfortable as it was, she had often wondered what it would be like to wear sexy lingerie before… before her entire life had changed. Buffy felt an intense desire to see herself.

Knowing that was impossible, she pulled the dress over her head and slipped on the shoes. She realized that Angel hadn't set any jewelry out for her and wondered if she should slip on a necklace. Deciding Angel would probably just throw a hissy fit, she walked out the bedroom door in search of her lover.

Entering the living room, she found Spike sitting on the couch, reading the paper. Drusilla sat on the floor in a corner with several dolls… she appeared to be scolding them.

"Have you seen Angel?" she asked the blonde vampire. Over the past month they hadn't gotten to be friends… they hadn't fought, but it was mostly because they avoided each other.

"It's not my turn to baby-sit him." Spike replied wryly.

Buffy rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to retort when Angel bustled into the room with a nervous minion behind him.

"Master, I apologize… we had no idea you wanted to go out tonight… you haven't for a while… we thought it would be okay." The vampire told Angel.

Angel sighed needlessly and looked at Buffy. "Can you believe they sent my car out last night so that I could get my new speakers installed and told them it would be okay if it took three days so I don't have my car?!"

Buffy cringed; this was *so* not good. Angel would probably have a temper tantrum and make her have sex all night... Okay, maybe not *all* bad.

Angel moved his hand to his chin and thought for a bit. "Spike, let me borrow your car."

Spike looked at him as if he had lost his marbles. "Are you bloody insane? There's no way in Hell I'm gonna let *you* drive my car!"

"Fine… then drive us. Come on, you haven't had a good night out in months." Angel persuaded him.

Spike glanced over at Drusilla, oblivious in the corner. He really didn't relish another night in front of the telly and listening to her ramblings... and though he would die before admitting it... a night around the slayer wouldn't be too horrible.

Standing up, Spike nodded. "Only because it's not as dull as spending the night here."

Angel smiled triumphantly as he wrapped his arm around Buffy. "That's my boy!"

Spike was grateful that he couldn't see the couple in his rearview mirror; hearing them was disgusting enough. They had started on their trip to the club just ten minutes earlier, and he was wondering if he'd have to hose down the two of them in the backseat.

Buffy had all but forgotten Spike was in the car soon after Angel had leaned over and started kissing her. He had a way of touching her that made her feel like she just might melt into a puddle. Angel's fingers ran through her hair, causing her to moan against his mouth. Her hands moved up and down his back, scratching at the leather of his jacket.

"Would you two get a room?" Spike asked, annoyed.

Angel pulled away from Buffy, chuckling. "Actually, thanks for interrupting. Buffy here captivates *all* my attention and I forget about everything else. Can you make a left at Carter Avenue?"

"What the Hell for?" Spike grumbled.

"I have an errand to run."

"What kind of errand?" Buffy asked, taking a break from glaring at the back of Spike's head to look at Angel.

"Nothing you need to worry about." he replied, giving her a smile that left her uneasy.

A few moments later, Spike stopped his car in front of the building Angel had directed him to. Looking out the window, he decided it looked like your average abandoned factory. Angel was definitely up to no good.

"I'll just be a minute. You kids behave!" Angel ordered as he climbed out of the car.

Buffy sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, staring straight ahead and studiously ignoring Spike. After about thirty seconds, the British vampire was bored. Turning around, he smirked at the former slayer.

"This is dull, don't you think?"

Buffy looked over at him suspiciously. "I'm too busy trying to pretend I am alone in here to be bored."

Spike chuckled and lit a cigarette. "Well, I was just trying to be nice... Start conversation and all that."

Buffy quirked an eyebrow. He was definitely up to something. "We have nothing to talk about."

"Oh, I don't know… how about talking about how loud you are every damn night? Keep me bloody awake until you and Angelus finally exhaust yourselves. Horny little devils."

"You are such a pervert!" Buffy replied, shocked that he even had the nerve to say it. Then again, he *was* Spike.

"Please… like it's possible to be in the house and *not* hear you screaming 'Oh Angel! An-gel! Yes! Yes!' I don't bloody think so." Spike smirked.

Buffy glared at him. "Go to Hell."

Spike just laughed and continued doing impressions of her in the bedroom. After a few minutes of it, Buffy couldn't hold back anymore. She leaned over into the front seat and began swinging wildly at him. Spike mostly fought her off, too busy being on the defensive to move to the offensive. She was really pissed, and a part of him was happy about it… but a part of him felt bad.

And then she was gone. He soon realized that Angel was back and he'd yanked Buffy out of the car to keep her away from Spike.

"You two are horrible!" he exclaimed, looking dismayed at Buffy's now disheveled look.

"He started it! Spike was mocking me!" Buffy replied angrily, not caring that she sounded about two years old.

Angel just chuckled and pulled her back into the car. "Let's go, Spike." He shook his head in disbelief. "I can't leave you two for five minutes."

When they finally got to the club, there was a long like of people waiting outside. Buffy realized the wait would be hours. She hadn't really been looking forward to being there in the first place… this just made the situation *really* suck.

However, Angel pulled her along past the line, straight up to the bouncer. Spike strolled coolly, a few feet behind them. Angel and the bouncer whispered in one another's ear, so quietly that Buffy couldn't hear them. All she knew was that a moment later, Angel was tugging her into the club.

They settled into a round booth in a dark corner and Spike lit a cigarette, content to not say anything. Buffy realized that she wasn't surprised. He'd never seemed like the type to like a club, except to maybe use it as a way to find victims.

Angel must have been well known at this club or something, because Buffy noticed a lot of males nodding politely at him, and there was also a round of drinks brought to their table soon after they sat down.

Spike sipped his glass of whiskey and smoked his cigarette, looking at the people enjoying themselves around them. Why had he let Angel talk him into this? Now he was stuck with his sire and the slayer, who loved to push his buttons. Glancing at his sire, he was disgusted to see the smug look on the vampire's face. He didn't have any love for Buffy, but Angel's obvious desire to show her off as *his* still annoyed Spike.

"I'm bored, let's go dance or something." Buffy finally said to Angel after they had sat there for twenty minutes. Normally, she could handle a night sitting with Angel and getting drunk… but she really didn't appreciate having *Spike* to look at across the table.

Angel shook his head. "I don't feel like dancing. Want another drink?"

"No… I want to dance. I'm *bored*, Angel."

"Uh oh, looks like someone missed her nap." Spike chuckled.

Buffy glared at him. "Shut up."

"You two are like a broken record." Angel complained.

Buffy turned to her lover. "Come on, if you don't want to dance, let me out so I can."

"With whom?" Angel asked, looking at her as though she had grown another head.

"Whoever. That's the fun thing about clubs… you don't have to dance with any one person."

"That's nice, but *you* do have to dance with one person. Me. And only *me*. I'm your sire, remember? That means if I don't want to dance, you don't get to dance."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Does that mean only Spike can dance with you too?"

"Buffy…" Angel warned.

Spike couldn't help but smile in amusement. Enemy or not, he couldn't help but enjoy anyone who annoyed Angel.

"Angelus." A sandy haired man greeted as he approached their table.

Angel stood and shook the man's hand, a grin on his face. "Cole."

"I haven't seen you in several months. Good to see you're not all conscience ridden again."

"That's *one* opinion." Spike remarked, only to be ignored by the two men. He did notice, however, that Buffy smiled at the joke.

"And who might this be?" Cole asked, looking at Buffy with obvious attraction.

Angel looked over at her and held his hand out. She took it and he pulled her to her feet. "This is Buffy. My newest… and most favored… childe."

Cole smiled at Buffy and took her hand to place a soft kiss on the back of it. "You're absolutely a vision."

Buffy was taken aback. Angel had a friend that had manners? "Um… thanks." She smiled.

"So how are things going Cole?" Angel asked, putting an arm around Buffy.

"Oh, very well. As you can see, business is booming." Cole replied, gesturing to the area around him.

"You own this place?!" Buffy exclaimed, before feeling incredibly silly.

Cole smiled and nodded. "I'm an entrepreneur."

"Oh... What are you, Angel?"

"He's a horny bastard, Luv." Spike replied.

Angel shot him a dirty look before looking down at Buffy. "I invest."

"Did you hear that Wyatt's back in town?" Cole asked.

Buffy had no idea what they were talking about but noticed Angel looked interested. Even Spike looked up in surprise at that.

"Who's he?"

"He's one of the oldest and strongest vampires in this country. Everyone regards him with great respect." Cole informed her, not realizing that Buffy was wholly unimpressed.

"Cole, why don't we go get some drinks?" Angel suggested, anxious to get Cole away from Buffy… if she said anything ignorant regarding Wyatt, there would be Hell to pay.

"That sounds nice." Cole nodded.

Angel got Buffy to sit back down and told her he'd get her another drink before walking away with Cole. "So, what's Wyatt doing on this coast? I'd heard he was loving the New York scene."

"Oh, he does... but he does like a change of pace once in a while. Speaking of, I'm having a little get together tonight. You're more than welcome to join us."

"This is ridiculous!"

"Buffy, you would be bored out of your mind anyhow. You *don't* want to come. I'm doing you a favor, Baby." Angel assured her as he dragged her to the car.

He couldn't resist meeting with the legendary Wyatt, but he knew better than to try and impress him with Buffy just yet. The vampire would indeed find her extremely attractive and a lovely childe, but Angel didn't trust her not to embarrass him. She would have to be a lot more disciplined before he would introduce her to anyone of real importance.

Angel had informed Cole that he would love to go, but he didn't think Buffy was ready for such an event. Cole understood how headstrong fledglings could be, so he didn't push. He just suggested that maybe Spike, who made it no secret that he despised such events, take Buffy home and Angel could be chauffeured home safely before sunrise.

Buffy, however, knew right away that if Angel didn't want her at the party, there must be something he was hiding from her and she hated that. She put up a fight, but, as always, Angel got his way. Before she knew it, he was helping her into the passenger seat of the DeSoto.

He gave her a kiss and made a joke about her waiting in something sexy for him, and then shut the door. Spike had remained silent the whole time, glad that Angel wasn't trying to force him to go to that damn party.

The bleached-blonde vampire backed out of his parking space and started heading home. Buffy beside him, her arms crossed over her chest, as she stared out the window. He could tell she was mad; she wasn't the type of woman to appreciate having decisions made for her. Even if she *would* hate the party... she wanted to make the choice not to go herself.

"You know... you really should be quite proud of yourself."

Buffy looked over at Spike, surprised. "Excuse me?"

Spike shrugged. "You know why he doesn't want you at that party, don't you?"

Buffy shook her head. "I'm trying not to think about it and instead focus on my anger that he won't let me do what I want ever. It's a lot better than worrying that he's sleeping with some ho or something."

Spike shook his head; she obviously didn't realize just how enraptured Angel was with her. He wasn't interested in other women anymore. That wasn't to say there was no way in Hell he would screw someone else... But it would surprise Spike.

"You challenge his authority. You're a threat to him because you could make him look like a fool. Not many people could do that."

"Yeah?" Buffy asked; impressed with herself and shocked that *Spike* was telling her this.

"I think only you and I have ever been able to mess with Angelus this much. Usually everyone's too chicken shit or boring to annoy him like we do."

Buffy looked out the window and smiled. "Go us!"

Spike gave her a strange look. Hopefully as she grew older, her vocabulary would change. Today's teenagers irked the Hell out of him.

Buffy was awakened from a deep sleep by the sound of Angel running into the dresser as he came into the bedroom. She looked at the clock and saw it was nearly five in the morning. Almost daylight.

"Hey Baby… miss me?" Angel grinned as he pulled his shirt off.

"You're drunk." She replied, dumbfounded at this different side of Angel. He couldn't even stand up straight.

Angel laughed and almost fell over trying to pull his boots off. "Maybe a little."

Buffy rolled her eyes and got out of bed, kneeling at Angel's feet to help him remove his boots. After a moment, Angel got himself together enough to put his hands on her shoulders and use her as support while she helped him undress.

"You know… these look great *on*, but they are a pain in the ass to get *off*, Angel." Buffy complained as she struggled to pull off his leather pants.

Angel just chuckled. "You know you're loving it."

"Oh yeah… you're really irresistible to me now." Buffy replied sarcastically.

"I knew that."

Eventually, Buffy had him stripped down to his boxers. Standing up, she led him over to the bed.

"You know, you really drive me crazy." She informed him as she got him to lie down and covered him with the blankets.

"I knew that too. You want me."

"Oh please! You're arrogant, bossy, way too fastidious... And you *reek* of beer." Buffy retorted as she climbed over him to her side of the bed. "I hate that you think you own me."

Angel smiled and rolled on his side so that he was practically on top of her. "That's just the way things are, Baby."

The End

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