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 M A I D T O L O V E S E R I E S B Y B R E P A R T T H R E E She never saw him coming. Never heard him unzip his pants as the hard bristles of the cleaning brush in her hand echoed in her mind. She didn’t even see his shadow until his large arm suddenly wrapped itself around her waist and pulled her up, flush against his hard body. Buffy gasped in surprise. She could feel his long fingers digging into her clothing as he held her close to him. His cheek brushed up against hers and she felt the intense urge to return the gesture. Instead, she didn’t allow herself to relax, rather keeping her back stiff as he inhaled. "Relax," he whispered into her ear, his hot breath pulsating against her ear. Buffy closed her eyes as his other hand began the long journey down her body. She could feel his hard member pressed against her lower back as he hunched over her slight frame. "I-I can’t..." she replied in a strangled voice. "Mr. Stevers... what if-" "Shhh," he whispered into her hair, both his hands now traveling her body. Buffy felt her breath hitch as she leaned back against him. "How many times do I have to tell you not to worry about that?" "But-" Buffy’s words were cut off as his lips found the delicate skin of her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her as she allowed her head to roll back against his shoulder, a clear sign of defeat and surrender. Angel’s hands traced the outline of her stomach, coming up to lightly cup her breasts before dancing away. Buffy moaned softly, her mouth agape slightly as she turned her face in towards his neck. "Angel..." "Mmm," was his reply as he turned her around in his arms. Buffy’s arms wrapped around his shoulders as she met him half way, her lips colliding with his forcefully as he pushed her back against the bathroom counter she had been cleaning. The cleaning brush was long forgotten as he pushed his tongue past her lips. Moaning into his mouth, Buffy met his tongue thrust for thrust as she clung to his large frame. Three weeks. Three weeks they had been coming together in odd places, always at his convenience. He would suddenly appear out of nowhere, caressing her, touching her breasts, kissing her neck, always somehow persuading her into thinking that screwing him while his wife was in the house was a good idea. Always the same. As time passed, Buffy began to realize that she didn’t really mind. In the beginning, every time he began to touch her, she wanted to push him away and tell him she wasn’t his sex toy. That was until he pushed past her flimsy mental walls and into her system once more. Now, she barely fought it. She had no real reason not to. Darla never found out and if she did know, she obviously didn’t care as much as she had. Unwinding her arms, Buffy pulled herself atop the counter, spreading her legs wide and pulling him closer to her. The counter was tall and she had no problem feeling his pulsing member as he caressed her vaginal lips. She was wearing no underwear, as he had requested. He said it was easier to not have to deal with such silly barriers and Buffy agreed. What was the point in mindless fucking if you had to think about moving stuff around. She hissed in pleasure, throwing her head back as he scooted her closer to the edge of the counter. She slid easily and found herself lifting her legs to wrap around his waist loosely to help reclaim her balance. Locking her ankles behind him, she gave a short cry as he pushed into her violently, his lips finding their spot on her throat once more and caressing her skin, adding to her heightening pleasure. Leaning back on her hands Buffy arched into his touch, pushing her face into the side of his head as he pulled back out. She couldn’t deny the empty feeling that struck her every time she found herself without him inside her. And once he pushed his hard cock back inside her slick heat, she felt something inside of her click. This was right. This was how she should feel during sex. The sensation made her feel beautiful, wanton, sexy... needed... That was how he made her feel, whether or not his intentions when they were together were the same. She wanted closeness... an emotional connection. It was quite possible that all he was looking for was a place to stick his dick because his wife wasn’t putting out. But Buffy didn’t care. As long as he didn’t stop what he was doing in that moment, then everything would be fine with the world. She would keep cleaning everything that Darla asked her to as long as the man of the house kept coming back to her. Deep down, Buffy knew that it was only when she was in the heat of the moment, when he was thrusting into her so hard that she felt like she might explode, when her juices were literally pouring out of her, that she felt like she could never leave the situation she found herself in. Why would she want to? Buffy felt her thoughts becoming fuzzier and fuzzier as she felt her orgasm rushing towards her at the speed of a freight train. "Don’t stop," Buffy whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as she fought against the loud cry that was sure to spill from her lips, her hips moving faster against his. "Don’t stop, Angel, don’t stop... yes... yes!" As she reached her crisis, she opened her mouth to scream her pleasure only to have his large hand cover her mouth before she heard him groan in time with her muffled cries. Her name escaped his lips multiple times before his thrusts slowed and finally came to a complete stop. He rested against her shoulder for a moment, his heavy hand still against her lips as Buffy panted against it. After several minutes, Angel pulled away from her, not looking at her face as he pulled his limp cock free from her glistening juices and tucked himself back in his pants. Buffy looked down to the floor as she closed her legs. "Thanks," Angel said offhandedly as he turned around and strode through the doorway. Buffy lifted her eyes to watch him leave, her heart leaving with him as she thought about his stinging comment. He closed the door behind him as she closed her eyes. Why her? Things were so beautiful and clear when he was inside her. Why did everything seem right with the world at that point in time? "Yeah," Buffy whispered sarcastically. "No problem." An angry tear escaped her closed eyelid and Buffy wiped it away as she sat up. It was always the same reaction after he left her; anger and self-hatred ran rampant through her system, while mind-numbing pleasure still echoed inside her. In the heat of the moment, she’d tell herself she would do anything for him. But afterwards, the same cold and detached words came out of his mouth and it never failed to make her feel cheap and used, which she was. Grabbing a wad of toilet paper, Buffy wiped herself clean before starting to clean the counter again.
"Guess what?" Xander asked Buffy as she removed her shoes and allowed them to rest on the cool floor of the large kitchen. She moaned in response. "We’re getting a new butler. Or, well, we’re not but the evil hell bitch is." "What?" Buffy asked, her eyes snapping open. "A new butler? Why?" Xander shrugged. "Who knows. You’d think there were enough, but no... he had to go off and hire a little boy to run around and do more useless errands." Buffy smirked at his tone. "So you know who it is?" "No," Xander said as he removed his apron. "Just guessing. I’m heading out. You going to bed?" "Yeah," Buffy said sighing. She briefly wondered if Angel would come to her tonight before remembering that Darla was in the house and he would probably be fucking his wife rather than the maid. The jealousy that flared at the thought was instantly tempered down. "I’m tired. Long day." "Well, you know how evil hell bitch is," Xander started. "She’s a slave driver." Buffy smirked, not disagreeing in the least. "Yeah...no kidding, huh?" Kissing her on the forehead, Xander smiled down at her. "Get some sleep tonight. You really do look tired." A warm feeling spread through her at her friend’s concern. "Thanks, Xand. Hopefully the dreadful duo won’t keep me up for all hours." "Well, if the evil hell bitch doesn’t try to off herself again, I think you’ll be fine." Frowning at his words, Buffy stared at his back as he left. After a moment of silence, she shouted, "Say hi to Willow for me!" "Will do!" Wiggling her toes against the cool floor, Buffy turned towards the fridge before pausing. Staring at the large door, she realized she wasn’t hungry, or thirsty. She just wanted to sleep. Alone in the large house besides its owners, Buffy moved to her own room, her shoes hanging limply in her hands. She still felt sticky in between her thighs and longed for a shower. As she finally closed the door behind her, resting against it, she sighed. The mere idea of taking a shower seemed a little too taxing and she instead trudged over to her bed, throwing her shoes against the wall. She was asleep in a matter of seconds as her head hit the pillow.
"Angel." ... his hands... they were everywhere. Touching, grabbing, holding, fondling... everything and Buffy felt... "Don’t stop." ... he was so thick and large... he should have been too big but he fit inside her perfectly... she could feel his breath on her skin... panting and moaning... her name... "Oh, I’m so close..." ... she whimpered... he thrust into her harder... harder... never stopping... he never stopped... just like she wanted... "Yes!" Buffy felt her walls clench around him as his thick seed spurt into her, coating her walls heavily... Buffy gasped as she awoke, sitting up rigid in bed. Sweat decorated her forehead and she was panting heavily. The large comforter was draped across her body and she kicked it off quickly as she lay back down. The aftermath of her orgasm still danced around in her head as she finally closed her eyes once more. Before they snapped open. "Oh, no," she whispered to the room, realization hitting her like a ton of bricks.
Buffy waited all day for Angel to appear out of nowhere and attempt to take her but he never did. She had no idea where anyone was as she wandered through the halls, absently doing her chores, her mind constantly on other things. She desperately needed to talk to her so-called lover. She needed to discuss a few things before she continued being his constant affair. She wouldn’t allow herself to be until they had talked past a few low moans and grunts.
By the end of day, Buffy was incredibly restless. Angel hadn’t come to her and most of the staff had gone home for the day. Xander had left early and that left Buffy sitting in the kitchen, nursing an ice cold glass of water as she contemplated going upstairs and asking to talk to Angel. But about what money… her paycheck? She knew that wouldn’t go over well with Darla. That evil wench was completely and thoroughly convinced that all the money in the world belonged to her and so if Buffy went up there to talk about it, it would surely cause another scene. Something she desperately wanted to avoid. But then what? She couldn’t very well go up to him and talk to him about what she wanted to talk about in front of his wife and pretend that everything was okay. It wasn’t. And Buffy was sure that it never would be if something wasn’t done very soon. A half hour passed before Buffy finally stood from where she was sitting. Putting her glass away, she moved to walk upstairs before she lost her nerve and ran down to her own room. She put her foot on the first step and stopped. If she went up there now and started talking there was no way she’d get out of there unscathed. She didn’t have a chance in hell. Darla would have open aim at her and she would take her shots. Maybe she should wait. Surely Angel would come to her tomorrow. She had learned from past experiences that he never stayed away for more than two days. But he didn’t show. And neither did Darla. Worry began to eat away at her and she began to wonder if something was seriously wrong. But what could she do about it? All she could do was wait. The situation she found herself in was too fragile to allow her to go up and talk to Angel like she wanted. And she knew that Darla wouldn’t let them out of her sight, regardless of her current state of mind.
"I think my hands are raisins," Buffy said as she entered the kitchen, looking up as Xander approached her. Taking her hands into his, he studied them. "Yes, I would have to agree," he said. "I’m sorry, Miss Summers, but you will forever be stuck with mutant fingers." Buffy giggled. "Har har, Xand. What are you up to?" "The woman of the house has asked for some freaky gourmet meal for lunch," Xander replied. "I didn’t even know it existed until I found this handy dandy cookbook." Buffy grinned. "When are you going to tell everyone that you really can’t cook?" "When hell freezes over." Buffy laughed.
The next time she saw Angel was three days later. Apparently he had disappeared for some business trip, leaving Darla to find the new butler. And find one she did. "Buffy, would you come here for a moment, please?" the deceptively soft voice of her employer called down to her from the top of the stairs. Buffy instinctively froze before forcing her body to climb the stairs. The urge to run was oddly strong in her little body. At the top of the stairs stood Darla. Buffy had barely spoken to the other blonde woman after she came home from the hospital. She always did everything she was always asked of and was never asked to do more here and there as she had before. Darla just ignored her. Until now. All Buffy could see was the Angel’s wife, dressed in a slinky silk robe that seemed to barely cover anything. But the closer she got, she saw some masculine legs and Buffy felt her heart skip a beat, first at the thought that it might be Angel and then when she saw the stranger’s face. He was absolutely gorgeous. Her mouth opened slightly at the sight of a man who seemed to be only slightly older than her. He had the sort of boyish good looks that could make any girl swoon. He had dark hair that was a little shaggier and thicker than Angel’s, with dark eyes, and he was dressed in a very sharp suit which suited his slight build perfectly. It was rather odd because he resembled Angel but at the same time, looked nothing like him. Nevertheless, Buffy couldn’t help the invisible drool that went down her chin. As she reached the top of stairs, Darla introduced them. Buffy didn’t pay attention to the underlying acid in the other blonde’s voice. "Buffy, this is Parker Abrams, our new in-house butler. Parker, this is Buffy Summers, our in-house maid." Buffy took his offered hand and shook it. He smiled at her and Buffy couldn’t help but grin back. "Hi. It’s nice to meet you." "You too, welcome to the Stevers household," Buffy replied. At least she didn’t stutter or anything. Darla immediately sensed the sparks that danced between her two employees and smiled. It was exactly what she had hoped would happen. "Buffy, Parker will also be staying in the house with us. His room will be down the hall from yours so you both will be close and ready for work." Buffy finally risked a glance at Darla, finally noticing the strange way she was speaking, like they were best friends or something. Not like she had just tried to kill herself over the fact that her husband might have been cheating on her with the maid. Buffy forced a smile in return and Darla raised an eyebrow. "Great. I guess it will make things easier, right?" she said, half joking. Parker laughed. That was when Angel decided to grace the trio with his presence. He came out of his study from behind Buffy, opening the door silently. She didn’t know he was behind her until she saw his shadow and Darla’s acknowledgment. "I see you’ve met Mr. Abrams, Buffy," he said, his tone giving away nothing as he came to stand next to her. Buffy couldn’t believe what she was doing as she looked over too quickly and blushed before looking down, as if she were ashamed of being caught on the verge of flirting with someone other than him. Which was ridiculous because she wasn’t in a damn relationship with her boss, it was just meaningless sex, right? Nothing less and nothing more, at least that was what she kept telling herself. Buffy forced a smile on her face quickly and looked up, nodding. "Yes, I have. And he seems to be very nice." Angel smiled back at her easily but inside he was fighting to keep the frown off his face, as she completely ignored him and instead gave the new butler an inviting smile. She was interested in him. Angel bit his tongue. He wasn’t jealous, was he? "Good," Angel bit out. "That’s good. Should make things run nice and smooth around here." Buffy shot him a questioning glance and he responded with a pointed look. She didn’t have to look under the surface too deeply to realize what he was implying. The exchange happened so quickly that Parker didn’t notice but Darla shot them both a suspicious glare. An awkward moment passed before Angel allowed a pleasant smile to come over his face. "Well, I’ll be seeing you all later. I have a lot of work to do that I probably won’t get done until very late." "Goodbye, Mr. Stevers." Buffy said, meeting his eyes as he walked away. Angel and Darla didn’t say anything to each other as he disappeared and shut his door very softly behind him. Darla dismissed her husband and laid a soft hand on Parker’s arm, causing him to turn and look at her. "I’m glad to have you on the team Parker." she said, her eyes glinting. "If you have any problems feel free to come to me or Buffy. We will be able to help you with anything, and I mean anything, that you need." Buffy almost choked on her tongue at the obvious undertones as Parker smiled at them both. Buffy could only imagine what was going on in his nicely shaped head. Squeezing Parker’s arm slightly Darla walked away. Despite the fact that Darla had practically whored her out to the new guy, she couldn’t help but feel a little weak in the knees as he grinned down at her. "So, have you had the tour yet?" she asked him. He shook his head. "I haven’t. But I would love it if you would help me out with that." he said, offering her his arm. Buffy slipped hers through his. "Gladly." she said, giggling slightly as they walked away.
A soft knock at her door interrupted Buffy’s shower. Well, it probably couldn’t have been that soft considering she had heard it, but she leapt out regardless. Was it Parker? Or, better yet, Angel? But she didn’t allow herself that hopeful joy. Wrapping the fluffy blue towel around her wet body, she squeezed her hair out before practically running to open the door as the person on the other side knocked once more. "Coming!" she shouted and unlocked it quickly. She opened the door with a wide grin on her face , which was quickly replaced by a staggering frown as she came face to face with Angel. He pushed his way in. "Come on in," Buffy grumbled after him. "I didn’t want the new guy to see me." He said as he wrapped his arm around waist. Buffy shut the door quickly before leaving his arms just as quick. He shot her a surprised look. "His name is Parker." Buffy said. Crossing her arms over her chest she said, "And I don’t really think I want you here tonight." "Why?" Angel asked sharply, his eyes all-too-obviously roaming her wet body. "Expecting someone else?" Denying the rush of lust that washed through her body, Buffy stood before him forcing an amused look on her face. "Jealous?" Rolling his eyes, Angel slowly walked towards her. "Yeah," he sarcastically said. "I’m jealous of a little boy that couldn’t do half the things I can." Buffy dug her nails into her arms roughly as his dark eyes wandered lower down her body. She could already imagine his warm hands on her body doing things she knew only he could do to her. But she didn’t look away from his eyes. "A little boy who probably doesn’t know how to touch a woman the right way," he continued reaching forward to touch her shoulder lightly. Buffy jumped slightly and shivered, closing her eyes as he continued his exploration. He ran his fingers down her arm so lightly that goose bumps immediately jumped up on her skin, and he smiled wolfishly. "Touch you the right way," he said in a throaty whisper and Buffy finally opened her eyes to see that he was looming over her, looking down. Craning her head to reach his eyes, she felt his hands coming up against the soft skin of her back before reaching her hair. And then his lips were on hers and it was all she could do not to moan from the pure pleasure the simple act gave her. It had been too long since the last time. Pushing his tongue into her mouth, Angel explored her and Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist, tightly pulling him against her as he pulled on her wet locks, the pressure giving her cause to groan from pain and pleasure. Breaking away, Angel sighed as she continued peppering kisses down his jaw. Rubbing his face against her temple and in her wet hair that smelled strongly of strawberry shampoo, he pushed his hands underneath the towel, causing it to loosen and fall away from her, leaving her naked form pressed up against his fully clothed body. "Angel," she moaned as his hands roamed down her naked back and towards the round globes of her ass. Hunching forward, Angel gripped her and lifted her slightly, pushing her against his hard cock. She gasped as her hot center rubbed against his rough jeans and a spike of pleasure shot through her. She felt him moving her backwards toward the wall and she gasped when the coolness touched her behind. But it quickly melted away as he continued to rub against her, moving her higher against the wall... the same wall they first had sex on. "Yes," she gasped, his hard cock pressing out against the rough jeans he wore, thus pressing against her hot clit and nether lips. He rubbed on her softly, as if knowing if he was too hard she would be in pain. But that didn’t stop her from begging "harder" and "faster" as he slowly built her to what was surely going to be a mind-blowing orgasm. "Oh, please, don’t stop... yes... there..." she panted. Gripping her silky thighs tightly in his hands, Angel effectively pinned her to the wall as he rubbed against her. He buried his face in her neck, as he nursed at the special spot he had found some time ago that made her go wild. Buffy bucked against him as he bit down with blunt teeth, her hips instantly moving on their own accord as she pushed herself to her release. "Angel," she moaned, throwing her head back against the wall. "Angel, there! Yes!" "Say it again," he said harshly against her neck. Buffy didn’t take the time to think about the absurdity of his statement, only replying instantly. "Angel, Angel... Angel! Yes... don’t stop... Angel!" Buffy came as her hips thrusted against him wildly and she squeezed her legs tighter around him. "Angel... Angel... oh..." Gathering her more tightly in his arms, Angel moved them towards her bed, effectively dropping her against it. She lay on the soft material with her eyes closed as she floated in the blissful afterglow of her orgasm. She opened her eyes slowly at the sound of his zipper being pulled down and the rustle of him removing his pants and boxers. Just as he began to climb over her once more, the alarm bells went off in her head. "Angel, no! Wait." Angel paused and looked down at her instantly, a look of concern flashing on his face before he wiped it away with a questioning look. "What?" Buffy paused, uncertain how to bring up what she wanted to say. "What about protection?" Angel shook his head. "I’m clean," he said as he pushed forward, his lips finding her neck once more. Buffy arched against him, her arms wrapped around his head as she continued. "No... I mean... oh, god... birth control!" Buffy gasped as he rubbed the head of cock against her slick juices, her entrance already pulsing as it waited for his thick member to come inside. "What if-" "I can’t..." Angel moaned his eyes shut in concentration. "I can’t have... I had that surgery thing..." Buffy moaned loudly and Angel lost control, shoving his cock into her tight hole causing her to gasp and clench him to her tightly. "What?" she whispered. "Later," he whispered in her ear as he thrust back into her, his jaw clenched. She was so tight. "Don’t worry about it." So she didn’t. The bed moved roughly underneath them as he continued with his brutal thrusts. Suddenly, he rolled over, pulling Buffy on top of him. She was still for a moment as her hair sprawled against his chest and their bodies touched in all the right places before thrusting her hips down against his. It took her a few seconds to finally sit up and take purchase on his chest before she slammed down on him. "Oh, god," Buffy moaned loudly. "Oh, god, Angel... that feels..." Bringing his knees up behind her, Angel thrust up harder against her and Buffy mewled with pleasure as she threw her head back with her eyes closed. Angel watched her under hooded eyes as her breasts bounced freely with every erotic move she made. The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy and he had never seen anything more beautiful. With one final thrust and a hard rub to her clit, Buffy exploded around him, shouting his name as she continued to slam down against him, riding out her orgasm before his dancing fingers caused another hot release to shoot through her. Buffy felt her fingernails digging into his stomach muscles as he throatily protested her loud shouts. She was so lost in her own pleasure that she didn’t give one thought to the fact that the new guy was just down the hall. Suddenly Angel gripped her hips so hard that she whimpered in pain. She heard him groan as he came, the pressure from his fingers never ceasing until his entire body feel limp. Buffy collapsed onto him her hot breath giving him shivers as it rained down on his sweaty body. Neither spoke for several minutes until Angel finally moved around a little, causing Buffy to remember where she was. She was practically snuggling with him! Sitting up slowly, Buffy rolled over and collapsed onto the bed, her eyes closed. She couldn’t stop herself when she heard him sitting up, "Where’s Darla?" She could feel him tense. "Why do you care?" "I don’t. I just want to know why you came down here when your wife is obviously upstairs..." Turning around to face him, she saw him getting dressed. She hadn’t even felt him get up from the bed. "Why?" Angel didn’t respond or turn to look at her as he pulled his jeans up. After a moment of silence, he finally turned to her. She looked up at him expectantly. Leaning down to kiss her on the forehead, he left without saying a word.
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