Author: Pamela
Contact: destructo-girl@cox.net
Notes: This was a challenge fic, and I had to include: A whip, A leather corset, A jewel-handled dagger (you can pick whatever gem you want), A silver goblet, 2 crimson silk scarves, A fireplace, A book of Victorian erotica (extra points if you actually quote a passage), Black nylons, A vanilla scented candle, A red violin, A dozen red and black satin pillows.

Angelus set the book down, having finished it for the third time. He didn't know why he tortured himself so; reading the Victorian erotic novel of the young girl becoming a disciplining mistress always made his mind drift to a certain blonde vampire slayer.

As he picked up his silver goblet and sipped some of the thick, sweet blood, he pondered his predicament.

He wanted her so much, yet he couldn't admit it. Especially not to Spike; his childe would have a field day with that bit of info. As it was, he teased the master vampire ceaselessly about his soul filled days when he was in love with the slayer. If he knew that he still wanted Buffy… he'd never hear the end of it.

Angelus frowned at the thought of the blonde vampire. Where was he anyway? He was usually milling about the mansion in that wheelchair, yet Angelus had not seen hide nor hair of him for several hours.

He stood up from his spot in front of the fireplace and began to wander through the halls in search of his childe.

"I don't know what I was thinking.. listening to you… this is probably just some plot of yours to get me killed."

"Oh, please, Slayer, you know very well how much I want Angelus out of my hair. If I merely wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have laid out such an intricate plan." Spike disagreed from his wheelchair.

Knowing he was right, but not wanting to agree just yet, Buffy countered "Maybe it was Angelus' plan and you're just helping him carry it out."

"Well.. yeah, he would do something like that… but I swear to you that this isn't a trick."

Buffy sighed. "I know."

"Are we all ready then?"

Buffy looked around and double-checked to make sure everything was in place. "Yeah.. I just need to change."

"What will you be wearing?"

"Can't you just take my word for it that it's suitable?"

"I think you should model it for me, Pet." Spike replied with an amused smile.

"Would you just get out of here?!" Buffy growled.

"I'm going, I'm going." Spike replied as he wheeled his chair to the door. He was reaching for the knob when it flung open and Angelus stood on the other side of the threshold.

"Spike… what are you doing in my room? And who are you talking to?" He asked before looking up and seeing a panic-stricken Buffy a few feet away. "What the Hell are you doing here?!"

Buffy glanced around wildly, spotting only a red violin sitting on the dresser beside her. Swiftly, she picked it up and swung it at Angelus' head.

It all happened so fast, he had no time to react before the world went black.

"Good shot Slayer." Spike complimented as he stared at his sire's unconscious body that lay at his feet.

Buffy remained silent, looking at Angelus in shock. "I didn't mean to do that."

Spike waved his hand. "Look at it this way, this is easier. Just… tie him to the bedposts… then you don't have to go through the boring ordeal of 'seducing' the prick. Just take him… he'll like it."

"Don't you have elsewhere to be?" Buffy asked him, annoyed.

Spike smiled. "I get it… you're eager to get things rolling… understandable. Good luck."

Buffy rolled her eyes as he went out the door. She quickly shut and locked the door behind him before dragging Angelus by his arms to the bed. She had some work to do and time was of importance.

Angelus slowly opened his eyes, appreciating the fact that the room was dim. He noticed that there were white candles all around… vanilla scented ones. He realized he was lying in his bed surrounded by about a dozen red and black satin pillows.

When he tried to move his arms to sit up, he realized that they were tied to bars in the headboard with silk, crimson red scarves.

"What the…" he began before she stepped into his line of view.

Angelus just gawked in amazement as he took in the sight of the object of his obsession standing before him in a red leather corset, a black lacy thong, black thigh high nylons and stiletto black heels. He also couldn't help but notice the braided whip she held in her right hand.

His cock immediately sprang to life. Swallowing deeply, he found his voice again. "What are you doing?"

"Angelus… don't tell me you're that naïve.."

"I'm not… you are." Angelus countered with a smirk, refusing to let himself believe that she could possibly be planning what he so wished she would be planning.

"I've been practicing." She replied with a smirk of her own.

Angelus couldn't help but growl in jealousy, but soon forgot it as she strode up to him and began rubbing the whip over his chest.

"You've been bad, Angelus… and it's time to punish you."

Angelus remained silent, eager to see what she'd do next. When she turned and pulled the whip back sharply, only to strike him harshly across the chest, it took him completely by surprise.

She began to rain a furious stream of strokes against his chest, leaving red welts. After he was thoroughly punished and had started screaming in pain- all the while loving the pain- she tossed the whip aside. Smiling, she straddled the writhing vampire's waist and slowly licked and kissed every inch of his chest, paying careful attention to the welts.

Angelus lay submissively, silent except for a few hisses.

"Will you be a good boy from now on? Will you obey your mistress?" She asked on a low voice as she licked his cheek.

"Yes Mistress." He replied softly.

"What was that?" She teased.

"Yes Mistress." Angelus answered in a louder voice.

"Good boy. Now you get a treat, my little Pet." Buffy was surprised how well she was doing… and how much she was enjoying it… as she moved down his body and opened his pants.

His erection immediately sprang free. Buffy looked up at him and smiled. "Somebody's having fun."

She ducked her head back down and encased his arousal in her hot, wet mouth. Angelus' eyes rolled back in his head as the incredible pleasure overwhelmed him. Buffy continued to tease him, licking his sensitive underside and rolling his velvety balls in her hand. Just before he orgasmed… she pulled back.

Angelus couldn't contain the whimper of protest as she pulled away. "Now, now… no whining." Buffy scolded as she pulled his pants and her thong off. Smiling seductively at him, she straddled his waist once more, and led his throbbing manhood to her wet core. She was more excited than she could ever imagine, and feeling him inside her again felt incredibly good.

Angelus hissed as her heat nearly burned him. As much as he tried to behave, he couldn't help but thrust his hips up as he tried to get as deep inside her as possible.

Buffy's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she lost herself in the ecstasy, forgetting all about her role-playing game. She splayed her hands on his chest, still covered by his midnight blue silk shirt. They worked together, pulling their lower bodies apart, only to slam back together.

Buffy bent her head down to kiss her lover thoroughly as she felt herself near orgasm. She began to manipulate her clit as she slid up and down on top of him. With a shout, she came, her tight muscles contracting around him. He began to come as well, his manhood spurting his semen deep inside her.

They both lay sated on the bed and Buffy sighed, not allowing herself to forget the task at hand. No matter how much she'd enjoyed it, she had to complete the ritual and bring Angel back. Even if that did mean that she'd never get to be intimate with him again.

Angelus had no soul, he was a monster… it was wrong of her to want him. She looked sadly at the beautiful features of his face as he lay dozing on the bed. Looking over at the nightstand, the dagger caught her eye.

She reached over and fingered the sapphires that were encrusted in the handle. It really was a thing of beauty… and before tonight she'd thought that what she needed to use it for was a beautiful thing. Unfortunately, she was now very confused.

Angelus' eyes flickered open and he smiled at her. "Will you be my mistress permanently?"

Buffy sighed. Fuck reensouling him. Actually… she'd prefer just to fuck him.

"Of course." She replied, kissing him passionately.

It may not be the most unselfish thing in the world for Buffy to do… but it certainly could be the most fun!

The End

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