Willow woke in Angelus' bed, sticky and covered in dried chocolate mousse
and the evidence of seven hours of raucous sexual acrobatics. As a reward
for her obediance, Angelus had shown her every possible way to fuck in a
wingbacked chair.

She stretched and winced. Her back was killing her. Her sides ached. And her
legs were knotted into charley horses that could probably win the Kentucky
Derby.

She sat up. She was alone again. Apparently training a concubine meant
leaving her to her own devices all night while you hunted and did whatever
you damn well please. She grimmaced as she approached another beautifully
set table waiting for her.

"What now?" she asked, picking up the note left next to it. "I'm not allowed
to eat unless I'm wearing a dog collar and chaps?"

"Dearest Willow,
Now, my little witch, you're allowed to eat as you like. Your behavior last
night pleased me very much, so you are being rewarded. You have earned the
right to one article of clothing. It's in the box next to your chair. Please
wear it with the emerald choker. Pull your hair up into a chignon using the
green ribbon. No make-up, you don't need any. But of course, before you do
all that, take a nice long bath in the vanilla-scented oil. It's my favorite
and has reminded me of you since the day we met.
I will be back soon and expect to find you dressed accordingly.
This is your second lesson.
Your Angelus"

"What the hell!" she cried, tossing the note across the room. Who the hell
did he think he was? There was no fucking way she would be his little
whore-doll. She ripped open the carefully wrapped gift box near her chair.

It was a lovely emerald silk nightgown with spaghetti straps and a seamless
waist. A velvet box held a stunning silver and emerald choker that matched
it perfectly. She snapped it closed, resisting the urge to run her fingers
over it. She wrapped her bedsheet around her body and sat down at the table,
spearing a forkful of strawberries.

"If he thinks I'm going to dress up and play fashion show with him, he's out
of his goddman undead mind."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Angelus trembled with anticipation and he unlocked his door. He had to force
himself to stay away from the mansion to give her time to prepare for him.
He could only imagine was carnal pleasures he would discover with his fire
goddess that night. He tumbled the lock and stepped inside.

"Willow?" he called.

"I'm right here, Angelus," she said. There she was, curled up in his chair
reading another history book. Not only was not she wearing the nightie he
bought her. She was wearing another one of his shirts. Her hair was brushed
out and draped over her shoulders in a silky crimson wave. She wore no
jewelry. But she did have on a petulant glare.

"You're not dressed," he said, his voice edged with irriatation.

"Nope," she shook her head, not looking up from her book.

"I left very specific instructions," he growled.

"And I specifically ignored them," she said.

He snatched her book from her and grabbed her wrists pulling her from the
chair.

"Willow, as my consort, it is your mission in life to please me," he
snarled. "Obediance will keep you alive."

"If you wanted a meling little plaything, you would have stayed with
cry-Buffy," she said coldly. "Now get your fucking hands off me."

He tossed her effortlessly onto the bed. She scrambled away, but he caught
her bare ankle and dragged her back to him. He laid her across his lap,
pinning her against his aching cock. He resisted the urge to thrust against
her squirming skin, to relieve the torment with blessed friction.

"Angelus!" she cried. "LET ME GO!"

"You will learn to obey me," he hissed in her ear. She felt a rush of air
against her skin right before a stinging slap landed across her buttocks.
She cried out.

"You will learn to do as I say when I say and love every minute of it," he
whispered harshly. The blow reverberated through her body, the pain
traveling in waves towards her warming core. She felt moisture pooling
between her thighs. She cursed her own traitorous body, conditioned to
respond whenever he touched her.

Angelus could smell the arousal coming off her in tidal waves. So his little
witch got off on a little pain, he grinned wickedly. He sent another
stinging blow to her ass. Her creamy skin was turning pale pink to dusky
rose.  She bucked against his knees, absorbing the blow. Her thighs were now
coated and wet. Angelus only wished he could feel her wetness against his
skin. He spanked her again, she gasped clutching at the bedspread. She felt
her cunt tightening toward her climax. She blushed with shame, she was about
cum against Angel's leg just from being spanked.

He sent one final blow against her rosy skin, she whimpered and cried out as
she rode the wave of her release.

He grinned, bending her over the bed, her knees on the floor. His cold
tongue lashed over the pinked skin of her ass. She gasped at the soothing
contact. He tore off his clothes, eager to feel her warm satiny skin against
his. He plunged into her from behind, she screamed, bucking back against
him. She took his entire length as he pumped into her. His fingers danced
across her clit, making her whimper as her second climax neared.The sound of
skin connecting filled the room with their moans and screams. She clenched
around him as she came again, he soon followed, draping over her body
against the bed.

He reluctantly pulled out of her and dressed again. She had to learn.

"I coming back in an hour," he said. "Be ready."

She lifted her head and watched as he slammed the door behind him. She
screamed and threw the book at the door.

"FUCK YOU!"
 

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