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F E A T U R E D F I C O F T H E M O M E N T
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BRE'S ARCHIVE
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INTERACTIVE
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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 W O His soft hands were all over her body, tangling in her shirt and her hair. She felt him tug at her lips with his blunt teeth and she returned the favor, clutching him to her, her short fingernails digging into his muscled shoulders. They kissed with power and a fierceness Buffy had only dreamed about. She felt her mouth bruising against the painful onslaught but wouldn’t deny herself the deliciousness of the man that was her boss’ husband. She dimly felt his hands run over her breasts, thumbs scraping along her nipples. She felt them harden almost immediately and she wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth all over her body, though she doubted that that was what he had in mind when he had come down from his gorgeous suite to her simple bedroom. She knew that all he needed was something to distract him from the disaster that was his spouse. And she hated to admit that she was more than willing to oblige. It made her feel disgusted with herself that she would so easily let herself be used than most likely tossed out the next morning, but she didn’t care, for the other half was rejoicing at the feelings he ignited within her body, something she had only imagined in her fantasies. The fact that she had only first barely talked to him mere hours before meant nothing to her as she kissed him back with all she had. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his erection pressing into her stomach as he gathered her closer to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, it was all Buffy could do to not jump up and wrap her legs around his hips and urge him onward. But she was too scared and shy. She would never do that. This was his game and she allowed herself to think that they were his rules and she was to play by them. They continued to kiss, continued to maul each other’s mouths with the other’s tongues and a glorious amount of teeth. Despite her reservations, Buffy had never felt so alive. She felt Angel’s large hands finally circle around her hips, his fingers having left an angry trail of fire in their wake on her slick skin. She felt them dig into her skin and she aided him by bracing herself on him and jumping up into his arms. He caught her easily and pushed her into the hard wall, her shoulder blades meeting it with striking pain. She winced against him but ignored the pain as she wrapped her legs around his hips, whimpering into his mouth as he pushed his raging hard on into her crotch. She felt her hot juices flooding from her. Buffy unconsciously began rubbing against him, gasping as she pulled away from his lips. Her mouth immediately found his neck as she ducked her head forward, intent upon bringing him as much pleasure as he obviously brought her. He grunted against her and she sucked against his pumping vein, feeling his hot breath against her ear as he took it between his teeth. She moaned into his throat and he pushed her further into the wall. The only sound that echoed in the sterile room was their breathy moans and grunts. She faintly heard him unzip the jeans he wore and felt him push them down so they were further around his knees. Buffy felt her breath hitch as his hard dick pushed against her thigh. She felt the velvety tip seeping against her leg as the his hot pre-cum spread across her soft skin. He moaned from the contact and she arched into his touch as his hand found its way to her breast once more. He cupped her and she whimpered. "Yes," she gasped, pushing against him insistently. Before she knew what was actually happening, he had set her on the floor and his fingers were inside the band of her shorts, shoving them down impatiently. Buffy shivered as the cool air collided with her heated flesh and she accepted him with open arms as he once again lifted her up and shoved her into the wall. Buffy could remember feeling him resting at her entrance before he thrust into her wet heat, but she didn’t think she experienced it. She felt an intense pressure fill her before it melted into liquid pleasure and she gasped loudly, clinging to him on instinct as he pulled free from her and thrust back in. "Ooohhh," Buffy moaned, throwing her head back, barely feeling as she banged her head into the wall. "Oh, god..." Angel began a rhythm of shallow thrusts that had Buffy quickly building around his hard cock. She felt his hard thrusts against her pelvic bone as he drove her up and down the wall. She dimly thought that it was odd that the pain escalated the pleasure when he suddenly angled his hips, causing her clit to rub against him. She released a loud cry that reverberated in the room, followed by her soft pleas for him to not stop, to never stop. A few short minutes later, Buffy exploded around him, her vaginal walls clenching him tightly and he let out a strangled cry as he came inside her, coating her walls with his thick cum. "Angel!" Buffy screamed, her mind awhirl as she came again. A pleasant numbness settled over her lower half as she followed Angel to the floor, where he collapsed to his knees. Buffy continued to straddle him as he went limp inside her, both leaning against the wall. His head rested on her shoulder and she felt his short pants. Limbs were tangled and quickly forgotten as heavy fatigue gathered around the couple. Buffy was already asleep when Angel fell onto his back, taking her with him. He was barely able to move her before he too fell into a dreamless sleep on the hard carpet.
The first thing Buffy felt when she awoke was a large hand covering one of her naked breasts. She instantly shivered when the cool air met her warm skin. Keeping her eyes closed, Buffy instantly arched into his touch, gasping when he pinched her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She suddenly felt cool lips settle on her collarbone and soft puffs of air as the man above her kissed a trail up her throat and to her mouth. She heard him softly murmur her name before his lips were over hers. Buffy obligingly opened her mouth and accepted his tongue as he pushed it into her mouth. The kiss lacked the fire and desperation of the earlier night but the passion was still strong and Buffy ran her hands over his body. She dumbly noted that she was completely nude and he was still dressed as she ran her fingers over the soft cotton of his shirt. She felt the familiar motions of him pushing his pants down as his suddenly hard erection could be felt at the juncture between her legs. Her juices unconsciously flowed from her as she opened her legs for him. He rolled them over and rested the mushroom head of his penis at her entrance before gently pushing into her. Buffy arched her hips into his, ignoring the angry pain on her back from the rough carpet beneath her. Instead of the shallow thrusts of the night before, Angel continued with long, deep ones that had Buffy weeping dry tears in need as she begged him to go faster. He ignored her while he slowly built both their pleasure until they were about to break. Then he thrust into her so hard that Buffy screamed from the pain as she came, her blood unleashing a long train of fire in her veins as she arched into him, her orgasm washing over her with hot pleasure. She didn’t notice his stilled body until he began moving again. Buffy gasped into his ear as he began building her once more, faster. Wrapping her legs around his waist as high as she could, she locked her ankles behind him and thrust against him roughly as he moaned her name. Buffy whimpered from the exertion and the intense pleasure at the same time. "Please... harder, yesss... I need... please... oohhhh... god..." Buffy’s soft voice was answered with his deep one as he began crying out with each thrust into her ear as he neared orgasm. Buffy clenched her teeth as she found herself fighting the urge to utter, "I love you" as he pounded her into the carpet. "Oh, god, don’t stop!" Buffy shouted. "Angel!" Before she knew it, he was spurting his seed inside her and she came to her best orgasm yet as he continued thrusting into her, allowing her to ride out her release to the best extent. Buffy once again screamed his name at its peak before both of them fell to the floor in an exhausted heap. Long moments passed where neither moved. Buffy was about to suggest they get up when she heard him speak to her. "Thank you." Buffy cocked her head against his shoulder in answer, her brow furrowing. She knew that he was probably thanking her for being there for him in his time of crisis. She hoped against hope that that wasn’t what was about to spoken because she knew that she would probably start crying. "I’ve never felt so needed." Buffy bit her lip and closed her eyes at the strangled and broken tone of his voice. What had this man gone through? Several minutes passed where neither spoke again until he finally pulled off of her, standing. He didn’t look at her as he crossed to her bathroom, where she later heard the shower going and his heavy bulk stepping underneath the water spray. Buffy felt the hot tears cascade down her cheeks before she could stop them, a sob tearing from her throat, and she stood up from the floor, trying to ignore the burns on her back as she reached for a tissue. Wiping at her eyes, she forced herself to stop crying and ran into the kitchen after she heard the water stop. Washing her face as best she could, she wiped it dry with a towel and walked back into her room, feeling as if the world was moving in slow motion. She pulled her long robe over her shoulders and tied the sash tightly. Sitting on her bed in a patch of bright sunlight, she waited for him to step out of her room and go back up to his. At least then she would be able to cry, knowing no one would be able to hear her. What had just happened? The original plan in her mind was for him to have sex with her and then leave, as if all his problems were finished. But instead he had slept with her on the floor, awoken her to have sex again and then admitted what he did. And now he was getting done showering in her shower. Buffy was confused, yet oddly at peace and content with what had just happened. She knew she wouldn’t voice her opinions. What if her job was at risk now? Her train of through stopped as he opened the door, freshly showered yet dressed in the same clothes he had worn when he had come in the earlier night. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he walked over and kneeled before her. She felt like her heart was in her throat at his eyes. His cold, painful eyes. Yet there was something else there. Unwilling to investigate, she instead focused on the area between his eyes. Only to fly back to his dark orbs as he gently opened her legs. Buffy watched mutely as he opened her wide and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Not a word was spoken as he ducked his head down to her sex where he spread her further, lifting her legs over his shoulders. Buffy never took her eyes off his head until she saw his pink tongue dart out and flick against her clit where she moaned and placed her hands on the back of his head. Her fingers tangled in his short locks as her head fell back and her eyes closed in pleasure. His talented tongue traced down her vaginal lips and pushed past them. He swirled his tongue around her tight hole which contracted, aching for something to be thrust into it. Buffy gasped as he suddenly flattened his tongue and pushed it into her hole, surprising her. Her hips immediately moved to meet him but he held them fast, unwilling to let her thrust into his face. Buffy moaned and gasped, crying out loud as she tried to push his face further into her crotch. He began a quick thrusting session into her before finally focusing on her clit. He sucked hard, causing Buffy to jerk against his lips as she began building instantly. "Oh, my god," Buffy gasped. "Oh, god, yessss... yes yes yes yes..." She felt his tongue flicker over the swollen button and she shouted his name, followed by desperate pleas to suck harder. He obliged before nipping at the bud with his blunt teeth, causing Buffy to push him harder against her. He bit down harder and she let loose a strangled cry followed by his name whispered as she fell back on the bed, her climax washing over her quickly, igniting a pleasant numbness from between her legs. She jerked against him once more as he licked at her for a split second before he hovered over her, her legs circling his hips. Buffy opened her hazy eyes to meet his and she felt tears flood her eyes at the rawness she saw there. Raw pain and anger. "Thank you," he said softly before standing up away from her, setting her legs down gently as he exited the room. Buffy didn’t move again for a long time.
Buffy knew the instant Darla was home. The entire household seemed to grow tighter with tension as she came in with bandages over her wrists. Rumors flew and Buffy decided to only believe a few. She was supposed to meet with a therapist every day until the person deemed her well. Until then, she was supposed to be on bed rest, not over exerting herself and just being calm. Buffy wondered how long that would be. She knew that Darla had probably been advised to fire Buffy the instant she got home and Buffy felt dread fill her as the day wore on, wondering when she would be called up to either get fired or get a heavy list of chores. Neither happened. She was ignored for the first three days until she got a ring on her small pager that she kept in her pocket. Dropping her cleaning cloth into her ever present bucket, she walked slowly up to the large suite, wondering what her fate was to be. It would be another day when she met Darla. It was Angel who had paged her and she kept her eyes downcast the entire time they spoke. Neither had mentioned their little sexual encounter since he left. Buffy didn’t know what to think except that he had shown her a side she was sure Darla would never see. It made her confused and sad at the same time. She was supposed to set the table and get everything ready for a large dinner that night, only for Angel and Darla. Buffy nodded as he talked to her, refusing to meet his eyes. He didn’t seem to mind though and she left quickly, afraid of him saying anything or giving her a look. She didn’t ask whether she was going to get fired. Dinner time came. Everything was perfect. Darla ate and chatted with Angel about mundane things that had happened the short while she was gone. It was as if she had just gotten back yesterday and she hadn’t been holed up in her room with whomever for the last three days. Buffy watched her closely as she dared as she sporadically made an appearance in the dining room. Darla didn’t look or talk to her once and Buffy was glad. As dessert came and went, Darla excused herself and Buffy didn’t miss the suspicious glare that was sent to both her and Angel as he said he would stay to help and then later retire to do some paperwork. Buffy didn’t meet Mrs. Stevers eyes and felt like a horrible weight had been lifted from her shoulders as the other blonde left. "You don’t need to stay, Mr. Stevers," Buffy said as she gathered plates. As usual, most of the main staff had gone home and she was left to clean up along with the cook. She didn’t mind one bit. There wasn’t a reply and Buffy assumed he had left as she stared at the plates in her hand as she balanced them. She dumped them in the kitchen sink to be washed later and returned for the rest only to find her boss’ husband sitting in his chair, his head resting on his front fingers as he stared at her. She stopped dead in her tracks. Neither moved nor spoke for several moments. Buffy felt rather than saw Angel’s gaze traveling down her outfit. She knew she must look horrible compared to the small shorts and t-shirt she wore that night, but things couldn’t be helped. She wore a very neat black dress with a boat neck collar that dipped conservatively low. A white apron was wrapped around her middle and her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. "Come here," he said softly and Buffy didn’t move for a second as she considered the possibilities. Then she felt her feet moving for her as she made her way to his chair. He watched her with guarded eyes until she stood before him, less than a foot away from his bent knees. Buffy stared at his chest, unwilling to look at his eyes or his obvious erection. She knew what he wanted. But his demand surprised her. "Take off your panties." Buffy’s gaze shot to his and she met his for a moment before doing as he asked. She slipped her hands under her dress and didn’t miss his wandering eyes as they stared at her bare legs. She slipped the simple white cotton panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She left them lying on the floor next to her heeled feet. He nodded his approval. "Now come here," he said, opening his arms and patting his lap. As she moved to him, she watched as he quickly unzipped his pants and she saw his hard cock pop out, standing tall and proud. For a quick moment, she wondered how he had been able to fit inside her before she remembered the intense pleasure at his hands and manhood. "Lift your dress," Angel said in a soft, husky voice and Buffy felt a small thrill go through her as she lifted the black dress up to her hips. His gaze settled on her wet sex before he motioned for her to come and straddle him. He grabbed her arms and helped her as she sat on top of him, her legs hanging on either side. She could feel his hard on’s length pressing against her wet folds and she closed her eyes. She began to realize that maybe it had been too long. Without another word spoken, Angel lifted her hips, encouraging her to help him. Bracing herself on his shoulders, she fell on him as he slammed her hips down, causing her to let out a sharp cry. His mouth was immediately over hers, cutting her off as they both stilled. "Shhh," he mumbled against her lips before arching his hips into her. "Don’t speak." Buffy nodded her head, her eyes shut tightly. Kissing him, she softly pushed her tongue into his mouth until he pushed back roughly, creating a fiery dance between the two as she lifted her hips. They continued moving against each other in the chair, the only sounds emanating in the room coming from the chair as it squeaked softly under Angel’s thrusts, soft moans and heavy breathing. A slight squishy sound could be heard as Buffy thrust down on his hard cock. Several moments later Buffy felt her impending orgasm and her thrusts changed, becoming slightly more frantic as she whimpered against his skin. Angel grasped the chair for leverage as he thrust up harder, causing Buffy to gasp and dig her fingernails into his biceps. "Angel," she whispered. "AngelAngelAngel... I’m so close..." Angel grunted her name in response as he closed his eyes tightly and focused on his hips as he felt his dick disappearing inside her hot heat. He felt his balls tightening and Buffy’s legs clamping around him and the chair as she reached her crisis, her back arching and her head flying back. With one last jerky thrust, Angel came, sending his hot seed into her waiting body. Buffy threw her head forward once more, longing for the ability to shout her release, instead shoving her face into his chest to muffle her scream as she came again, her walls clenching him tightly, making Angel groan as he softened underneath her. They sat for several minutes in each other’s arms, Buffy’s breathing heavy and erratic. Once again, like the night they first came together, neither spoke as Buffy lifted herself off of her employer slowly, feeling his deliciously heavy cock dropping free from her. Standing, Buffy went about straightening her dress and apron, smoothing a hand over her hair. Angel stood as well, tucking his soft penis into his pants, zipping up. Buffy wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms with her suddenly clammy hands. The pleasant numbness coming from between her legs made her legs shaky and she leaned against the table. She felt Angel’s dark eyes boring into her and she looked up in question and confusion of the entire situation. He nodded to her and came forward. Buffy’s eyes widened in anticipation as he kissed her once more, a simple peck on the lips. He smirked. "Thank you." Then he left. Buffy stared at the wall before her, not thinking about the fact that she was having an affair with her boss’ spouse or the fact that she still had work to do. She thought about how horribly used she suddenly felt and literally felt her heart breaking. She almost preferred his horrible pain to his offhand treatment. It may be the only way to get the man of her dreams, but she wondered if it would only break her heart beyond repair in the end. Or worse, kill her.
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