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                Willow turned in bed. She woke slowly, letting the reality of her situation
                wash over her again. She was in Angelus' house in San Francisco. No one knew
                where she was. No one was coming to rescue her. And apprently she had handed
                Angelus some sort of metaphysical hold on her for eternity.

                Ooops.

                She giggled at the ridiculous situation she had put herself in. That will
                teach her to naughty fantasies about the inherently evil, sometimes they
                come true. And now she couldn't escape them.

                She shook her head, knowing her giddy laughter was probably just the result
                of an empty stomach. She hadn't eaten since Angelus brought her there the
                day before.

                She sat up. Like a mirage sparkling in he desert, an antique table was set
                across the room, piled high with waffles and whipped cream, French toast,
                strawberries, and huge parfait glasses of chocolate mousse. All of her
                favorite breakfast things.

                Well, except for the chocolate mousse. That was just her favorite sin.

                She launched herself across the room, her ravenous hunger seizing control of
                her senses. She was about to devour the first plate of French toast when she
                saw a note from Angelus.

                "Darling Willow, I couldn't bear to wake you when I came in. So I just left
                you this breakfast. Of course, I would hate for you to eat without me, so
                don't touch anything until I get back. I'll know if you disobey me, Willow.

                This is your first lesson.
                Yours,
                Angelus."

                She moaned. She couldn't eat anything? How was she going to avoid this
                delicious spread? At the moment, she was a little terrified of Angelus and
                her status as his consort to cross him.

                She ran to the bathroom and shoveled handful after handful of cold water
                into her mouth. It did little to fill her grumbling belly, but at least it
                took the edge off her hunger.

                She sank to the floor. She had to do something to distract herself. She went
                to the deeply sunken tub and turned on the hot water. A bath, that would do
                it. There were several bottles of scented oil on the rim of the tub.
                Vanilla. Peppermint. Peach. Lavender.

                "I will get through this." she promised herself. "I will play along until I
                figure a way out. I will get through this."

                Her mind flashed back to the heaping gobs of chocolate mousse waiting for
                her in the next room. Resolved face firmly entact, she grabbed the lavender
                and poured a liberal amount into the tub. She sank into it, letting the
                steaming vapor wrap around her senses. She put a cool wet washcloth across
                her eyes.

                Better.

                Her stomach gurgled.

                "Oh, shut up," she muttered.

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                Angelus turned the key to his bedroom. He could feel the eyes of his childe
                boring holes into his back. He grinned, his body surging to life in
                anticipation. He thoroughly expected to return and find Willow collapsed in
                a sated heap next to empty platters of food. And he thoroughly looked
                forward for punishing her for her disobediance.

                He opened the door. His eyes flew to the still-full plates. His brows shot
                up. Had she escaped? His eyes darted about the room. Willow was curled up in
                his reading chair, wearing one of his maroon silk shirts that barely skimmed
                her bare thighs, poring over a history text on the French Revolution.

                Though he was disappointed he wouldn't be able to discipline her, he had to
                admire this creature he had chosen.

                "Good evening, sweet," he grinned.

                "Angelus," she nodded, not looking up from her book.

                "Would you like to eat now?" he asked, pulling out her chair.

                On shaky legs, she stood and forced herself to cross the room slowly. She
                prayed he couldn't hear the cries of her stomach.

                "Just one thing, lover," he smiled. She stopped. "I never gave you
                permission to wear my shirt."

                Her brows creased.

                "Take it off if you want to eat," he said firmly. She sighed, blinking back
                threatening tears. She hated that he had such control over her. She hated
                feeling this helpless. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned the shirt and
                tossed it to the floor. She swallowed a bitter lump in her throat as his
                eyes roved her bared skin.

                "Very good." He pulled her chair out and eased her against the table. She
                clenched her hands in her fists, refusing to give him the satisfaction of
                gorging herself.

                He took her fork from her setting and cut a slice of French toast for her.
                He pressed it to her lips. She parted them, accepting the food. It was cold,
                but still very good. She chewed slowly, still refusing to show weakness.

                "Thank you," she said simply.

                "You know, Willow, this doesn't have to be an unpleasant arrangement for the
                two of us. I know you want me. That you've always wanted me. And I think
                I've shown you how much I want you. Why else would I want you with me for
                eternity?"

                She twisted the tablecloth over her thighs, hoping to hide some part of
                herself from him. He pulled it away as he fed her slowly as if he would a
                baby bird, which just infuriated her further. She refused to speak.

                "Learn the ways, Willow," he said. "Obey me and we will be very happy
                together."

                She nodded. Her hunger was sated by the time she finished the French toast
                and two stacks of waffles. She sat back against her chair.

                "Room for dessert?" he asked.

                "I think so," she nodded.

                "Go sit in my chair," he said. She rose and crossed the room. He grabbed one
                of the chocolate mousse. He knelt in front of her and parted her knees,
                spreading the thick chocolate over her skin. He sucked the dessert from one
                kneecap and then the other. She sighed, sitting back. He caressed her ankle,
                bringing a chocolate covered finger to her lips. She accepted it, licking
                the mouse from him. He grinned, her arousal curling towards him in fragrant
                waves.

                She moaned. She had never tasted anything so delicious. Angel pulled her
                hips forward, spreading more chocolate over her thighs. His tongue flicked
                out, licking it away. She arched up, pushing more of her flesh against his
                mouth. He fed her more chocolate as his tongue delved into her wet warmth.
                The mixture of chocolate and Willow coated his tongue. He moaned against her
                soaking wet slit. She gasped as a long deft finger pushed into her, followed
                by another and another. She bucked up against him. He pulled her from the
                chair, straddling his hips.

                He unzipped his pants, freeing his aching cock. She sank down on him, taking
                him at full length. He moaned as she enveloped him. His thumb brushed across
                her lips, she wrapped her tongue around it, sucking the taste from his skin.
                She clenched around him as she rode him hard and fast. His tongue teased her
                pebbled nipples, she threw her head back. She tightened around him. He cried
                out, knowing he would cum soon. He teased her clit, bringing her over the
                edge with him.

                She shrieked and keened her release as his seed washed into her.

                She sank back against the chair, brushing her hair back. He kissed her
                deeply, letting her tongue play against hers.

                "Did I pass my first lesson?" she asked.

                He moaned, relishing the feeling of his softening shaft still sheathed in
                her.

                "With flying colors."
 

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