AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue

E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com

DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt own all of the characters commonly associated with Buffy and Angel. Mistress Veronica, however, belongs to me.

RATING: NC-17...

PAIRINGS: A/W; S/W; A/W; A/W/S (maybe... I'm trying to work that out.)

DISTRIBUTION: Charity can have it... also anyone else I've said yes to... MY site (as soon as it's ready...*VBG*)... otherwise, ask!!!

FEEDBACK: would be... delightful...*sigh*

DEDICATIONS: to Joan Jett and the Blackhearts (for the Fetish album). Also to: Nutmeg, Kimberley, Witchy (e-me, you bad, naughty girl!!!), Ali, Destiny (still Notorious!!!*BG*), Eva, Paula, DD, Aria (I'll e-you tonight!!! Swear!!!), and Mari... thanks for the feedback!!!

NOTES: * *= emphasis. Thus far in the fic: Willow discovered that her lover (Angel) had certain needs he wasn't telling her about, and she freaked a little when she found out what they were, so she left him. By the time she got home, though, she'd decided to re-make herself, and see what all the fuss was about. Now, with the help of her house-mate and sometime lover/Master (Spike), she's learned a great deal about the submission/domination game, and it's time to take her new knowledge to LA where she will-- with the help of Mistress Veronica-- exercise her new... skills... on the vampire who caused all of this mess to begin with!!!

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He stood back, blue eyes gleaming, as the tiny brunette woman put his redhead through her paces, and when she finally glanced over at him, almost completely shocked, he grinned. "What did you expect, luv?" he purred, eyes roaming the bound girl's body for a moment before returning to Mistress Veronica's. "She loves him."

Veronica smiled slightly, dropping the quirt on the chair in the Saffron Room. "Yesss..." she finally said, drawing out the word as she joined the blond vampire on the bench by the door, "I suppose that's what makes the difference." Her own eyes returned to the patiently waiting young woman, and she nodded slowly to herself, her decision made... or at least *part* of it. "Well, I know she can *submit* now, but..." She shrugged.

"Oh, she can *Dominate*, too, pet," Spike smirked, "And bloody *well*! She's a natural talent, Ronnie." He sighed softly, in remembered bliss. "Less than two months of training in the Dom-field, and... I'd say she's probably one of the best I've ever *seen*... or felt, for that matter..."

The little brunette snorted softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, she can dominate *you*, in any case. However," she continued, slightly louder and over his objection, "This is a *club*, Spike, and I may have been able to set her up as a temporary employee, but I couldn't manage to swing the 'exclusive' part." She frowned a bit, getting up and walking slowly back to the restrained girl. She strolled in a languid circle around her, watching for any reaction to her next words. "She'll have to take clients, like anyone else, and *that* means that I need to watch her make someone submit, too. Someone *other* than you, I mean. Is that going to be a problem?"

Spike frowned himself then, barely holding back a deep growl. It was *one* thing to share the girl with his oblivious Sire, but quite another to let just *any* demon touch her. Just the thought of some other bastard touching her... marking her sweet, smooth skin with whip or crop... The idea of her wielding those implements on any flesh that didn't belong to Aurelius; of someone completely unconnected to him bearing the signs of her play...? It was almost unbearable, but... He stood, sighing, and moved to join the two women. "Yeah," he said softly, his eyes flashing gold, "That's a *problem*, all right." He sighed again at the almost undetectable twitch beneath Willow's pale skin, and continued. "But it's *my* problem; not *hers*. She'll do whatever is necessary to make Poofy happy." He bent down, quickly unbuckling the straps holding his girl in place, and helped her to her feet. "Isn't that right, Will?"

The redhead smiled slightly, arching her back to work out the kinks of over an hour bound, and nodded. "I don't particularly *want* to take clients, but I *will*. Angel is the goal here, but... It's like my mother used to say. 'Sometimes the end justifies the means'. I'm fairly sure someone else said it first, but still... Whatever it takes." She nodded determinedly at the vampire before turning her eyes to the small human woman. "You're very good, by the way," she informed her sincerely.

Veronica found herself to be completely surprised by this girl. She had entered the room with the vampire, eyes cast down, and had acted the perfect Sub for the entire time she'd been there, and yet now...? Well, now she was an entirely *different* girl, and she suddenly understood exactly why her 'brother'-- and Angel-- were so enamoured of her. Spike was *right*. This girl *was* probably one of the best ever! Still, she had responsibilities to the club, and she couldn't just accept her without putting her through her paces. "Thank you," she said, in response to the compliment, "But we still need to see just how good *you* are. At being Mistress, I mean." She didn't miss the slight gleam in the girl's green eyes, but she forced herself not to chuckle in response. "What breed would you like to test on?"

As much as she would have liked to say 'vampire', this was, indeed a *test*, and she had a feeling that asking for what she knew might fail her before she'd even started showing her Dom abilities, so she forced her nervousness down, and smirked slightly. "Why don't *you* choose for me?" she suggested, "But I'll need to change, if that's all right?"

Spike grinned to himself as his redhead began unfastening the straps of her favourite harness, and he moved back to the bench, reaching into the small bag he'd left there. "Blue or black?" he demanded, knowing already which she'd choose. And she didn't disappoint him.

"Blue, Spike," she said slowly, as though to a rather dim-witted child, "*Always* *blue*!" She laughed even while catching the leather items he tossed to her, and stood, completely unconcerned by her nakedness, as she began dressing herself in the trappings of her Dom side.

Mistress Veronica watched the girl a bit more, and finally admitted that maybe-- just *maybe*-- Angel was truly a moron. He was so convinced that 'his Willow' was innocent; that she didn't have any of the needs that *he* did... and yet *this* girl obviously *lived* for the game. A small, wicked smirk crossed her lips as she thought about what would happen once the girl was a regular employee... Angel truly wouldn't know what hit him. Of course, she wasn't entirely clear on just how this Willow was going to pull this off, and... "I'm sorry-- Willow?" she asked, true curiosity clear in her voice, "How are you going to do this...? Without Angel knowing who you are, I mean?"

Willow shared one long, amused glance with the blond who had trained her, and muttered a sharp word under her breath. She delighted in the older woman's surprised gasp, and muttered again, a softer, lower word.

The brunette woman knew she was staring, but she just didn't care, because... with that one, quiet sound, the redhead had suddenly been taller; her skin had been tan, her hair black, and her eyes blue. The second utterance had changed her yet again, until Veronica was looking at a woman who was only slightly taller than *she* was, with light brown hair and violet eyes. The fact that both of them bore just enough of a resemblance to the girl's original appearance to be intriguing totally threw her. "You... that..." she shook her head, trying to order her thoughts. "Who *are* they?" she finally demanded, "And... *what*, exactly, are *you*?"

The girl laughed slightly, eyes cast to the floor as she answered. "My name is Baby," she said, soft and sweet, "And I would just *love* to be dominated by you, Mistress. Or *not*; whichever you prefer..." She spoke the other word again, under her breath, and her bright cobalt eyes flew from the floor, meeting Mistress Veronica's challengingly. "And I'm called Mistress Blue." Her fingers drummed tensely against her own hip for a moment, the very action designed to call to mind an image of her hand holding a whip. She finally used the last, third word, and returned almost instantly to her own seeming. "I'm a *witch*, Mistress Veronica," she said respectfully.

Veronica nodded slowly, remembering that Spike and Angel both had mentioned that. It was her own fault that she hadn't taken them seriously. "Well, then," she said quickly, "This could work!" She walked slowly to the hidden phone, and pressed the button for an internal line. "Yes," she said, to the voice on the other end, "I need a sub for a test... No... make it a difficult one. No, I don't care which breed... Hold on." She covered the mouthpiece with her hand, and turned to the two people behind her. "Sex?" she demanded, chuckling slightly when Spike's eyes turned gold again. "*Of*; not *with*." She chuckled again when the redhead shrugged her indifference, and returned to her conversation. "It doesn't matter. Male or female, whatever you've got." Her eyes grew wide, and she truly had to fight to keep herself from laughing long and hard at what the voice said next, but she managed it... *barely*. "Oh, yes," she smirked, eyes dancing merrily, "*He'll* do nicely!" She hung up the phone, and closed the small door that concealed it, schooling her expression to one of polite amusement as she turned. "All right, Willow," she said silkily, "Your... *test* is on his way, so you might want to put 'Mistress Blue' on now. Spike," she continued, once the girl had done so, "You'll have to come with me."

The blond stared at her for just a moment, wondering what, exactly, the woman had up her sleeve. She sounded entirely too amused for his liking, but... He took her outstretched hand and let her lead him to the secret door in the far wall. He followed her through, and when he turned around, he was completely unsurprised to find himself looking through a one-way mirror into the room they'd just left. "Quite the little voyeur, aren't you, pet?" he smirked.

The brunette stuck her tongue out at him and turned away. "Her test is one of my regulars," she told him smoothly. "I have to make the introductions. Stay here, and be *quiet*!" she demanded, slipping back through the door and closing it behind her.

Spike settled back onto the lone couch in the small room, eyes fastened firmly on the room outside the glass. He still didn't know what Ronnie was up to, but he had a feeling that he wasn't going to *like* it! And as the main door to the Saffron Room was opened, he discovered that his feeling had, indeed, been correct. He *didn't* like it. Not one bit! Of course, it didn't matter *how* he felt... did it?

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He hadn't slept terribly well, his sleep plagued with dreams of his redhead. He'd seen her, time and time again, in places he *knew* she'd never be; doing things she'd never do in a million years, no matter *how* much he might wish otherwise.

He groaned deeply, and rolled over in his cold, empty bed, wishing-- yet again-- that he'd had the nerve to tell her what he really was... what he *needed*. Of course, if he *had*, she probably would have left him even sooner, and he wouldn't even have the memory of her sweet touch. But that knowledge did nothing to deflate the aching erection he'd woken with, and for just a moment, he considered taking care of it himself, but... He'd lied to his girl. He didn't deserve to feel that release. Not yet, anyway... not until he'd been punished!

He climbed slowly from the bed, ignoring the smug little voice in the back of his head that was telling him he just wanted an excuse to go to the club again. After all, it wasn't anything he didn't already know. He quickly pulled on his pants and shirt, slipping his sock-less feet into his shoes as he stepped from the room and headed towards the tunnels. It was almost time for Veronica's break, and he was almost *sure* that she'd be willing to... give him what he deserved.

The trip through the tunnels took a bit longer than he'd expected, and he was almost panting by the time he banged on the steel door. "Mistress Veronica," he said to Marcus, demandingly, when the demon opened the door. He waited while the doorman had a hurried conversation over his radio; then waited some more, until finally everything had been arranged. "Saffron?" he demanded, taking off at a dead run when the other man nodded.

Marcus watched wide-eyed as Master Angelus dashed down the hallway. He had no idea of what had the vampire so unhinged, and he didn't *want* to know. He only hoped it never happened to *him*!

He stopped outside the door to her usual room, trying to compose himself. She always seemed to know when he was flustered, and he couldn't take the chance that she might pry and refuse to help him. He paced the hall slowly for a few minutes, finally deciding that he was as calm as he was going to get, and when he was once again before the door, he reached out, knocking softly.

Veronica looked appraisingly at the girl standing beside her. "You ready?" she asked softly, seeing the slight tremors of nervousness around her lips. She nodded quickly in response to Willow's own nod, and stepped to the door. "Angelus," she greeted, "Please come in."

He stepped into the room, his relief quickly turning to startlement when he saw the other Dom. "Mistress Veronica?" he said, dubiously, "If I've come at a bad time..." His voice trailed off as he got a good look at the black haired beauty standing before him in blue leather that exactly matched her eyes.

The tiny brunette barely managed to keep herself from laughing, because Angel was staring at her new friend as though the girl had suddenly sprouted a second head. Still, laughing wouldn't be appropriate; not if she was going to get him to agree to what she wanted him to do. After all, *he* had no idea that the strange Dom was actually the girl he'd been mooning over for *months*. "I'm sorry, Angelus, but my brother called. There's a family emergency, and I have to leave, but... Mistress Blue, here, has agreed to discipline you tonight. Unless you'd prefer to wait a few days, until I come back...?" She grinned entirely internally when he slowly shook his head, his eyes still locked on the blue-clad woman. "Fine, then. Mistress Blue, this is Angelus. Feel free to call him Angel, if you like... or anything else, for that matter." She turned her gaze back to her old friend and client, mentally bidding him a fond farewell. "Angel... this is Mistress Blue. She was trained by one of your kind, as well, so I'm sure you'll be just fine with her." She walked to the doorway, smiling at Willow over her shoulder. "Have a lovely time." She stepped through the door, and pulled it closed before turning down the small hallway nearby and proceeding to the other door of the hidden room she'd left Spike in. She could tell, just from his posture, that he wasn't happy, but... She sat down beside him, her hand gripping his tightly while they watched through the glass.

Angel couldn't seem to take his eyes off the woman in front of him. He'd never seen her before; he was sure of that much, and yet... something about her just seemed so... *familiar*! He was so caught up in trying to figure out why that was, that he didn't even notice the fact that he was staring into her eyes as opposed to looking at her feet, as he *should* have been. Her sudden angry glare didn't even clue him, but... the harsh slap of her hand against his cheek pulled him from his stupor in a big hurry. His eyes fell, and he barely held in a wanton gasp. "I'm sorry, Mistress..." he began, only to be answered with another ringing smack.

She'd almost thought that she was going to faint when he first walked in, and it was only the knowledge that he didn't know who she was that kept her upright. She'd listened to what Veronica was saying, and a sense of calm had flowed through her, followed quickly by anticipation. He didn't *know* her, or at least, not *yet*-- and that meant that she could do whatever she pleased, without him trying to adjust his responses to what he might think she'd want if he knew that she was *Willow*! She barely noticed it when Veronica left, and she put on her best harsh glare when she realized that he wasn't behaving himself. Of course, that could always be because he was testing her, just as she'd been told. Fine, she told herself, one hand rising and impacting hard against his cheek, let him *test* her! She'd have him begging in no time at all! She slapped him again when he tried to apologize, and pasted a sneer on her face, just in case. "Did I ask you to *speak*?" she demanded, a slight growl in her voice. "That's right," she continued, when he shook his head, "And yet... speak, you *did*!" She sighed softly and turned away from him. "Get naked, and go to the box."

His fingers were shaking, and he didn't know why, but... he hastily removed his shirt, then fumbled for a moment at the fastenings of his trousers. He almost groaned in relief when the zipper finally gave, and he stepped out of his shoes as he pushed the fabric to his ankles. It was only a matter of a few feet to the device she'd named, but he wasn't entirely sure that he could make it that far. Of course, when she turned her hot blue eyes on him again, he somehow managed it. He stood within the steel bracings of what would more properly be called a frame, and when he felt her eyes on him again, he raised his arms, groaning softly as she fastened the manacles around his wrists and adjusted the length of the chains. He didn't know what it was about her, but... if he hadn't still been filled with thoughts of Willow, he would have been begging her to take him, and he *knew* it! His cock throbbed at the thought, and he suddenly realized that... *this* Dom didn't know him; didn't know about his witch; didn't know that this wasn't about *sex* for him! But then again, he reminded himself, Veronica would have told her... wouldn't she? It was on the tip of his tongue to ask, but apparently she saw the inclination to speak-- almost as soon as he'd had it-- because as he opened his lips, she forced some sort of a gag into his mouth, and before he could even *try* to dislodge it, she'd fastened it behind his head.

She couldn't bear it. She couldn't stand to hear his voice again; not without letting the whole game go, anyway. She saw the desire to speak enter his eyes; she was well-familiar with it from the time they'd spent together-- and before he'd even opened his mouth, she'd had the ball-gag ready. She fastened it behind his head, and stared at him for just a moment before reaching out for the blindfold Veronica had left behind. She placed it firmly over his eyes, and almost sighed in relief. Her sharpened nails trailed lightly down his chiseled torso, and she watched his skin twitch as they passed. "*You*," she purred, in a voice slightly lower and differently inflected than her usual one, "Spoke out of turn! I will not call you 'Angel' until you learn to *act* like one. No," she mused, a broad smile on her face, "I think for the moment, I'm going to call you... *puppy*..." Her breath caught in her throat at the low moan she could hear trying to work its way from his covered lips, and she felt herself growing wetter when she saw the way the word caused his cock to jump. "*Puppy*," she said again, her heart beating faster when she got the same reaction-- only more so. She pulled away from him, moving to the toy-box against the far wall, and she rummaged through it for just a moment before finding what she was looking for. She stalked slowly back to him, watching the way his stomach twitched in time with the clacking of her heels on the floor, and she reached out, trailing the tip of the quirt over his pale, cool flesh.

He couldn't even begin to explain his reaction to this woman; he didn't know that he wanted to even *try*! The only thing he *did* know, at that particular point in time, was that... she was making him crazy! And when he felt her trailing something leather down his body, he could feel himself quivering. His shivers got even worse when he felt her warm, smooth hands fastening his ankles to the sides of the box, and when she moved behind him, and he felt her nails again-- on his spine, this time-- he thought he might pass out! Then he felt the hard whack of leather against his ass, and he groaned, almost swallowing the gag-- ball and all! It was all he could do not to thrust back into her blows, but she hadn't told him he could move, so he forced himself to remain still.

She watched the slowly blossoming spots of red as she rained short, sharp smacks against his ass with the riding crop. Gods, he was glorious! And yet, he was still so *controlled*! That wasn't something that had ever bothered her before, but... in *here*? She didn't *want* him to be! No, she wanted him lose complete control of himself... wanted him to beg, and plead with her!... Wanted him to *want* her! She slowed her stinging blows, and dropped the quirt to the floor before rubbing one small hand over his reddened flesh. "Did puppy like that?" she cooed, rubbing harder when he barely pressed back into her touch.

He would have screamed at the sensation of her hot skin against his tender cheeks, but she'd gagged him, after all. He groaned, entirely to himself, when she pulled away, and he heard her footsteps receding. He didn't want her to stop, he knew, even if he *did* feel like he was betraying his love... No, he wanted her to go on... His eyes rolled, behind the blindfold, when he heard her coming back, and when she stopped in front of him, and ran the tip of what could *only* be a small whip along his seeping cock, he couldn't help but thrust himself towards her.

She chuckled, low and deep in her throat, and repeated the action. He was fully hard, and small dribbles of pre-cum were leaking from the hooded tip of his shaft, and he was... "Beautiful..." she murmured softly. She stepped back again, ignoring the urge to fall to her knees and take him in her mouth, and she unwrapped the twisted strands of leather from around the handle of the cat-o-nine. She pulled her arm back, then flung it forward, getting just the right amount of *snap* in her wrist, and she grinned delightedly at the thin stripes rising across his pale belly.

He'd completely lost all ability to resist his own impulses, and he *knew* it! She was flogging away at him, and she knew *exactly* what she was doing! His mind flashed back to Veronica's words, and he found himself envying the *hell* out of whichever vampire had had the pleasure of training her... and it would have *been* a pleasure; that much he was *sure* of! His head fell forward, chin on his chest, when he felt her moving around him, and the subsequent blows to his back weren't a surprise, but he reveled in them, all the same. He almost didn't notice it when she paused and unfastened the gag, but his *body* did, and before he even knew it, his tongue had forced the ball from his mouth, and he was groaning loudly into the still air. He could smell her arousal, just as strongly as he could smell his own, and he thrust himself hard against the air as the stinging crack of leather started up again. "Mistress..." he moaned, his features shifting to true when her hands began roving over his burning back.

Feeling the raised welts covering his skin from her thrashing was almost too much for her. Hearing his voice, needy and tight, was just beyond enough. She snatched her hand back, almost gasping at his despairing growl, and she walked shakily around to face him. She stared fixedly at his face, knowing that behind the black silk his eyes were wide and golden. "What do you *want*, Puppy?" she demanded silkily, her eyes traveling slowly down his defined form, "What do you *need*...?"

He was taking deep, gulping, unnecessary breaths, and it was only because he couldn't really *think* that he actually told her the truth. "I want *you*, Mistress... almost as much as I want my witch..." He heard her sharp intake of breath, and squeezed his eyes shut when he replayed what he'd just said in his mind. Oh, shit... he was in for it now!

Her own eyes were wide, and her hand stretched out of its own accord to lightly grasp his bobbing shaft. She stroked him harshly a time or two, and when his surprise gave way to need, she pulled away. "And what do you need?" she repeated, reminding him of the rest of her question.

"Willow..." he whispered, again telling the truth. "I need my love; *only* my love."

She stared at him for almost a minute, almost unable to believe what he'd just said, but finally she sighed and stepped closer to him. "Then why are you *here*, Angel? Why aren't you home with this Willow of yours?"

For the first time, he truly understood what people were talking about when they said it was easier to talk to a stranger. "She *left* me!" he said angrily, swinging slightly within the 'box', "She didn't even say good-bye! She left me a note, and..." He sighed, still irate. "She said she didn't 'understand' me, whatever *that* means! She didn't even give me a chance to explain whatever it was that she didn't understand!"

"Well," 'Mistress Blue' responded, after a moment or three, "Maybe she didn't get why you'd want to come *here* if you loved her so much?"

He shook his head wearily, slow tears leaking into the cloth covering his eyes. "She never knew about this place. I didn't tell her." He tipped his head back, groaning softly. "I was afraid I'd lose her if she knew... if she knew what kind of a perverted, sick *bastard* I am..." His hips thrust forward again slightly, his thick cock bobbing in the air. "I need her... but I *also* need *this*."

Willow couldn't help herself... she *laughed*. Her hand snaked out, grabbing hold of his still-hard cock, and she pumped it almost gently, grinning when he moaned. "All right, then," she purred, stroking him harder and rubbing the tip of her thumb through the thick drops on his tip, "Aside from this girl of yours... what do you *want*?"

Angel groaned, his eyes suddenly dry. His tongue flicked out, moistening his lips, and he could have smiled at her small gasp, but... "I want *you*, Mistress... I want to make you cum..."

She pulled her fingers from his turgid shaft, smiling slightly when he groaned, and she walked quickly to the wall, turning the steel handle there.

He was slightly disoriented when he felt himself starting to... tilt, but after a moment, he realized what was happening, and he closed his eyes tightly behind the blindfold he still wore. "Mistress..." he sighed softly, when he was on the floor, still bound. He felt her approaching him; felt her standing at his head, and he growled quietly when he felt the smooth skin of her legs against his arms.

She stood over him, and unzipped the sides of the leather shorts she was wearing, and when the metal was fully released, she pulled them from her aching flesh. She looked down at him again, and slowly went to her knees, staring down his long, tight body as she positioned her dripping cunt just above his mouth. "Make me cum, then, Puppy," she murmured, lowering herself the last few inches.

Lust was racing through his veins, and his head was swimming, and when he felt her, so close that her heat radiated onto his face, he wasted no time in doing as she'd demanded. His tongue speared from his lips, burying itself deep within her hot, tight walls, and he moaned loudly at the vanilla and musk taste of her. He raised his head, trying to go deeper, and groaned at his restricted motion. But she was Mistress, and if this was the way she wanted it? Then this was the way it would be! He pulled himself from her hot core, sliding his tongue harshly to the top of her sweet slit, and he nibbled lightly at the thick, swollen nub he found there. He groaned deeply into her center when she ground herself harder against his mouth.

Gods! She'd always loved the feel of his mouth on her, but it had never been *this* good! And he didn't even have the use of his fingers! But he was alternating between stabbing his thick, strong tongue deep into her, and biting at her throbbing clit, and she was staring down at his beautiful, twitching cock, and his nipples were hard beneath her hands, and... she screamed, slamming her gushing twat down hard on his questing tongue!

He almost came himself, when he felt her slick, tight walls closing harshly on his tongue, but she hadn't told him he could, and there was just no *way* that he was going to upset her! He flicked his thick, flexible muscle deep within her, growling his disappointment when she pulled her sweet center away from him. "Mistress...?' he asked hesitantly, when he heard the zippers being done up just a few feet away, "Mistress, did I do something..."

"No, Puppy," Willow said slowly, walking towards the door, "You didn't do anything wrong. It was nice meeting you," she finished, opening the door and stepping into the hallway. She leaned back against the door for a moment, breathing heavily while she thought, and it was only the appearance of a thoroughly mussed Spike that pulled her from her reflections. "I don't think I can do this, Spike," she said softly, tears in her eyes. "I don't think I can *lie* to him this way."

The blond sighed deeply, finally admitting to himself what he'd known to be true the entire time. Willow would *never* be his... she would always, and ever, belong to his Sire. They'd had a good time, with the training and all, but he'd been kidding himself when he'd thought she might choose *him*. Still, he *did* love the girl, and he wanted her to be *happy*. And if what had been going on between him and Veronica in that back room was any indication, he kind of thought the tiny brunette might be willing to help him get over this little set-back. "Of course you can do it, Will," he said softly, wrapping her in a gentle hug, "Maybe not for *long*, but fortunately, you won't *have* to. I mean, you're more than halfway there, aren't you?" He smirked wickedly into her eyes. "You've shown him that you can dominate him; now you just need to prove that you can *submit*!"

She was almost hopeful, but... "And then what?" she demanded, "Just... *tell* him? And what about when he asks where I learned all that stuff, huh, Spike? What do I say then? Because I just can't see him saying 'Oh, *Spike* trained you. Okay, then.'! Can *you*?"

Spike sighed, knowing she was right, but... "So I leave town for a few months... leave the country, even. He'll get over it. And he won't be angry with *you*, if that's what you're thinking. No, he'll think I somehow talked you into it, and... Deep down inside, he'll be *glad*. Now, go back in that room, and be Baby for him!" He took her by the shoulders and turned her around, giving her a small shove towards the door. Maybe Ronnie would be interested in an extended vacation abroad... He'd have to ask her.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder, still worried, but he was a grown vampire, and... he was probably right. She poked her head in the door, taking a quick glance at a very annoyed looking Angel before grabbing her bag from the bench and stepping into the hall again. In a matter of minutes, she'd changed her outfit, and it took less than a second for her to speak the word.

And thus it was, that when Angel was finally released from his chains and removed the blindfold, he found himself confronted by... *not* the Dom he was expecting, but a much smaller girl with light brown hair.

He stood quickly, staring down at her for a moment before his eyes swept through the room, looking for Mistress Blue. He sighed unhappily when he realized that she wasn't there, and his gaze returned to the girl kneeling before him, eyes cast down. "And who might you be?" he demanded, something about her dragging his dominating side to the fore.

"I'm Baby, Master Angelus," she said in her soft, sweet voice, "But I will answer to whatever you choose to call me..."

His eyes raked over her small form, lingering on the tight, rose-tipped nipples poking from between the straps of her harness. She was a sweet one, all right, and... He sniffed lightly... Yes, someone had already primed her, too! "And why are you here, Baby?"

"To serve you, Master," she said quietly, "In whatever way you'd like, just as Mistress Blue instructed."

He strolled slowly around her, taking special note of the fact that she didn't twitch even slightly, and he slipped one hand into her long, thick hair. He pulled her head back, staring into her violet eyes. "And have you been a... *bad* girl, Baby?" he purred smoothly, a slight smirk crossing his lips.

"Oh, yes, Master Angelus," she replied, equally smoothly, "I've been *very* bad!"

A wicked grin spread across his face then, and he used his grip on the girl's hair to pull her to her feet. "Well, well," he said silkily, pulling her to the long table in the center of the room, "I suppose you'll need to be... *punished*, then..." His smirk became even wider as he bent her over the edge, and it was only a matter of moments before her hands were firmly bound to two corners by the adjustable straps. "Now," he said silkily, bending over her, his hard, naked cock resting on the small of her back, "What exactly am I punishing you *for*?"
 

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