Willow glared at her computer screen. She glanced at the clock and watched as the time slid from 3:23 am to 3:24 am. She couldn't sleep. That in itself wasn't rare. Very often she only slept an hour or two each night. What made it bad now was that she was no longer free to roam the streets.
In the past, when she found herself with insomnia, she would walk. She had been secure enough in her fighting abilities that she wasn't often very scared. Now, with Angelus wandering the streets, she was stuck. He would love nothing more than to find her and leave her body for Buffy.
Scowling, she again glared at her room. It didn't help. The computer did nothing for her. She had finished checking her mail hours before. The websites she had already memorized the last few weeks. She got a determined look on her face. It would only be a short walk. Angelus was probably at the mansion or torturing Buffy someplace. She would be safe.
She grabbed a coat and a stake, just to be safe. She turned her computer off making sure everything she needed had been saved. She hated this restlessness that invaded her every night. She left her house, locking the door behind her. She glanced around, satisfied that the night was silent. No one was around. She started off to her right, her thoughts soon taking over her mind as she walked.
Angelus straightened as he saw Willow leave her house. This was too perfect. He had been staking out each of Buffy's friends, waiting for his chance. No one had slipped up before. Not until now. He frowned wondering if it was a trap. Willow was too smart to be walking around after dark, especially since she knew that he had tried killing her once. Remembering the previous nights he had studied her house, he remembered how late the light always stayed on.
She couldn't sleep. That might overrun any fear she had for him. He didn't like the idea of her not being afraid of him. Not at all. He'd change that. Shaking his head, he wondered at his thoughts. He planned to kill her and leave her body for Buffy to find in the morning. He didn't care if she was afraid of him. He only cared about getting even with the slayer. He followed Willow as she walked on, unaware that her death was waiting for her.
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Willow heard him about three blocks into her walk. She kept walking, keeping her pace easy. She didn't want him to know she knew he was following her. It had to be Angelus. Anyone else would have already struck. He was playing with her.
She tried to think of a way out. He would kill her, that she had no doubts about. Probably gut her like her fish and leave her for Buffy to find. She felt a twinge of pity for her friend having to find her body. Buffy had been through so much in the last two months. Now, she'd have to find the her best friend's body.
Willow was surprised that he was still just following her. She had assumed he would simply kill her quickly and get it over with. She wondered how he would do it. Probably something disgusting just to get Buffy. There were times, few and far between, that she regretted meeting the blonde slayer. There were more often times that she really wished Buffy had decided to save her virginity for marriage. That would have made things a lot easier.
She glanced around, surprised to see that she had walked so far. He had been leading her to the mansion. She couldn't believe it. How had he done it? She saw the large house looming in the darkness. She wanted to turn around and run, but she knew he was behind her waiting. She couldn't run. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. No, she would meet her death fighting. It was the only way to go out in this world. She had learned that the last year and a half.
She felt him nearing her. It was time. She was about to die. She said mental goodbyes to her friends, hoping they would know how much she loved them all. She also sent a little prayer that Buffy would stake his ass when it was all over.
"Tsk. Tsk. What do we have here? The little hacker all by her lonesome" the words were spoken in that husky seductive tone that Angelus had perfected.
Willow turned, facing him. She let her eyes scan him, taking in the leather pants and black shirt. She saw his pale chest where the buttons were unfastened. A rush of heat went through her, edging out the fear. No, Willow. Bad girl. Do not lust for the enemy. He is about to kill you. Fight, damn it. "Are you going to kill me or just stand around talking?"
Angelus looked at her in surprise and admiration. Sparks of anger filled her eyes. Her red hair blew in the breeze, a few strands playing with her mouth. She wasn't crying or begging. An image of her begging came to mind, causing his cock harden in the tight pants. Blinking, he smiled evilly, "That eager, Willow?"
"Come on Angelus. Show me what you got" she taunted. She saw the flash of anger enter his eyes and smiled. There was just something about him that got to her. She ignored those feelings, instead reaching for a branch. She thrust it forward, entering his right shoulder.
Angelus looked at the branch. He felt his demon push forward as he hit her across the face, making her fall to the ground. He removed the branch, breaking it in two. "Oh, baby likes it rough."
He pulled her to her feet, seeing the look of resignation in her eyes. There were no tears. She wasn't going to fight. He scowled as he thought. His mind brought forth a different plan. He smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes, "I like it rough too, Willow." He let his tongue play with her ear lobe, sensing her arousal. With a triumphant smile, he tightened his hold on her arm causing her to gasp in pain. He sneered, "Let's see how much you can take before begging to die, shall we?"
"Fuck you" Willow said, kicking Angelus.
Startled, he let her go. He caught sight of her running and moved quickly. He grabbed her hair, pulling her against his body.
"All in good time, little girl. Quite the spitfire aren't you?"
Willow tried to ignore the feeling of his leather encased erection against her ass. She again tried to pull away only to have him tighten his hold. She felt his teeth on her neck and cringed as he pierced the skin.
Angelus tasted her blood, the substance spilling into his throat. He moved a hand over her stomach and into the front of her jeans. He touched her wetness, not surprised to find her aroused. He ran a finger over her clit, feeling her shudder at the touch. He felt her try again to half heartedly pull away and smiled against her skin. She was a fighter.
He was rather surprised. If he had had to choose, he would have guessed that Willow would have been the one least likely to fight him. He was rather intrigued with this side of her. He had always enjoyed breaking such creatures. Maybe this would be more fun than he had first thought.
Willow knew she should scream but she couldn't. His cold finger was teasing her slowly as he lapped at her blood. He wasn't really drinking much from her. just enough so that his tongue and mouth were on her neck. She leaned back into him, giving in to the sensations that he was causing. She moved her head, giving him better access to her neck. She heard him chuckle and cursed her weakness.
He pulled his mouth from her neck, licking at the stray drops. "Remember, Willow. I can have you anytime that I choose. You are mine. I will have you. Don't ever doubt that."
Willow just whimpered as she felt herself move against his finger. She closed her eyes, her breathing ragged. She moaned as she had her first non self induced orgasm. When she opened her eyes, she was alone. Startled, she looked around. Remembering his words, she had to smile. It was far from over.
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A hotel corridor late at night can be a lonely, intimidating place. This one was no exception. Willow felt distinctly uneasy as she walked nervously across its thickly carpeted length with its subdued night-lights between each anonymous door. As she passed one of these darkened recesses where cleaning ladies like to keep their trolleys, she suddenly felt a presence and almost immediately felt herself grabbed from behind, her arms pinned behind her by another, stronger pair of arms. Before she had time to speak or think her assailant shifted position so that she was in an inescapable arm lock.
"Don't struggle and do as you're told and no one will get hurt" hissed the voice in her ear. She heard Angelus, felt his arms around her.
She had come to the hotel after receiving a note from him. He told her that he had Xander and Cordelia and that she had to meet him to save them. She couldnt' refuse....though she knew in her heart that she didn't want to. She was even more excited when she realized that he was going to play.
She was quickly bundled through one of those anonymous doors. Angelus threw her to the floor and ordered her to stay there. She was aware vaguely of a bed and several candelabra burning at several points in the room.
As she lay there, not daring to resist, she heard him start to undress. She heard the sound of a zip and of garments being tossed onto a chair. He then began to walk around the room, moving objects, making rustling sounds. As he walked past her prone position he crossed her line of sight revealing that he was barefoot. Presently the movements ceased and Angelus ordered her to her feet. She at last could see her captor-he was seated in a large leather armchair completely naked. His trim body muscular and tight. She savored the view of his pale nude body. He smiled as he smelled her arousal.
"Get undressed, " he saidin a tone which did not invite disobedience. His eyes scorched a path down her body as he began to caress his cock.
As she complied and started to strip, she felt strange, as if it was another her meekly obeying the command. The blouse was followed by the bra and as she stepped from her skirt she stood there in just her panties.
"I meant everything! " came the command from the chair, the emphasis on the word " everything " was all she needed to meekly comply, stepping from her panties.
"Now, Willow. I told you that I would have you anytime that I wanted. To give you something to justify this in your mind, I took your little friends. I know you want this. I can smell it from here. This is just the beginning of the game though," Angelus said, "So you will be obliged for your own sake to obey me. Is that clear?"
"Yes " she replied softly, strangely turned on by these events.
"Yes, master! " Angelus purred, a mischievious smile on his handsome face. " Say it! "
"Yes master. "
"For the remainder of this game, I shall either call you nothing or bitch, is that also clear? "
"Yes, master" she said meekly.
"Now bitch, walk over to the foot of the bed, stand facing the bed head and lean forward with the palms of your hands on the bed." She did as she was told. It was in that position that she felt him approach her from behind.
"Spread your legs, bitch!"
She spread them. She felt his hand between her legs-she was being examined. The most intimate of her body was being spread open to his gaze. He seemed to keep her spread like this for an eternity, just looking, occasionally probing one opening then the other, until he had had his fill. She knew he was proving a point. She wanted nothing more than to cover herself...turn away. Yet, a part of her refused. She was enjoying this. Angelus was the first person to see her nude.
He then crossed to another part of the room, there was the sound of a drawer being opened and closed, he returned and began to stroke her buttocks very gently.. Then without warning he brought the palm of his hand down hard making her yelp with pain.
"Did you like that bitch? " came the question, his voice seductive.
"Yes, master. " was the reply, She knew the answer she must now give. Further hard slaps followed, she was trying hard not to cry out as she obediently received a spanking. Suddenly the spanking stopped. There was a pause. What next? She felt a cold flat object placed across her ass. She had no sooner worked out that it was a ruler than two swift, smarting blows made her cry out loud. "You are still liking this, bitch?"
"Yes, master."
"Well, we'll see about that! '' He teased, the sound making her more wet.
Again the sound of a drawer being opened, then she gasped as he reached underneath to grasp her dangling breasts and attach what appeared to be a heavy metal clasp to each nipple. The sensation, not really pain, shot from her breasts to her pussy. She felt her clitoris tighten. She became wet. She was becoming aroused. Standing by her head, Angelus grabbed her hair, twisting her head around so she was forced to stare at his thick cock.
"I think it is time to stop your fun, bitch!" he said, winking at her. With that he released her hair and gave her breasts a slap causing them to sway into each other, the weights pulling them down caused her juices to flow even more.
Angelus now moved to another part of the room and returned with a candelabra. He removed one candle, holding it above her buttocks. As the first drops of hot wax fell onto her unprotected flesh she gave a whimper, she was experiencing both pain and pleasure.
"Want more, bitch?" he asked, amusement in his husky voice.
"Yes, master" she begged. The pleasure was immense.
Suddenly he blew out the candle and she felt the blunt end between the cheeks of her buttocks. Angelus applied a gentle pressure, as if to penetrate and then, without warning changed target and plunged the candle deep into her gaping cunt. She gasped, her head going back at the feeling of something foreign in her virgin cunt. She whimpered as she felt it pushing at her barrier.
"Don't worry, lover. I'm the one that's taking that away" he said, his cock throbbing from the look pleasure on her face.
It went in easily, her lubrication was flowing copiously as the slurping sound witnessed as he worked the candle in and out. Angelus' mood seemed to change. He removed the nipple clamps and instructed her to lie spread-eagled on the bed. He had obviously pre-planned this as her wrists and ankles were quickly secured by ropes previously tied to the legs of the bed. From a bedside cabinet he produced a soft leather cat o'nine tails.
She tensed as the first blow fell across her breasts. To her surprise it was not a hard blow- more of a caress. A very erotic caress at that. Angelus worked Willow's body over expertly- the liquid oozing out between her legs leaving no doubt about the effect it was having. When he at last laid the whip aside, he mounted the bed and straddled her across her middle facing her feet. In this position he reached forward to part her dripping wet cunt, and after pausing briefly to study the effects of his handiwork, began to fondle her. She moaned as she responded to his caresses. Suddenly he moved backwards still facing her feet, but this time his knees were at either side of her head.
"I need you" he said softly, his brown eyes staring into hers. She nodded, knowing she was about to taste him. He smiled affectionately at her, before moving slightly. In this position he lowered his cock into her face. Her tongue was like a snake-darting around and sucking in the pulsing cock... gently lapping at the head before taking his length into her mouth..the smell and taste of sex was overwhelming.
Angelus could last no longer-he exploded into an orgasm of such intensity that his whole frame shook to it's foundations. She felt his fingers thrust into her sopping pussy, his tongue playing with her clit. She shrieked as she came around his hand, her juices coating his face. He moved, looking at her. A wicked gleam entered his eyes as he unfastened her restraints. He kissed her, his tongue lapping at stray drops of his seed.
"You like my games don't you, lover?" he said, smiling.
She nodded, her eyes taking in his relaxed form. "Yes, Angelus. Very much."
He unfastened the restraints. He kissed her again, "Get dressed. That's all for tonight. Oh and Willow?"
"Yes?" she asked softly.
He started to say something before he frowned, "Nothing. Be careful."
"Yes Angelus" she said quietly, her body aching from the teasing he had put it through.
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Willow watched the shadows, wondering if Anglelus was around. It had been three days since the hotel. She still got moist just thinking about that. Him and his damn games. She was terrible. She hadn't even tried to fight the desire she felt for him. There was something about him that just made her want to be bad.
She moved through the club, finding Buffy and Xander easily. She slid into a chair opposite Cordelia.
"Hey Will. How are you?" Buffy said, smiling. "You haven't been around lately."
"School" Willow said simply, her eyes darting among the masses looking for her lover.
"Ok" Buffy said, frowning. "You alright?"
Willow looked at her, "I'm fine. Just tired. Can't sleep and I think I may getting sick."
"Should you be out? Maybe you should rest. You don't want to get sick" Buffy said.
Willow had to laugh, "I'm fine. If anything, I just need to sleep."
"Yeah, those circles under your eyes are not attractive at all" Cordelia pointed out.
Willow rolled her eyes, "Thank Cordy. Nice to know I'm still unattractive."
"Excuse me. I thought you'd like someone to point it out."
"Buffy, would you walk me home?" Willow asked. "I do feel rather tired."
Buffy smiled, "Sure thing. We can catch up a bit. You haven't really seemed to be here lately."
"That sounds like fun" Willow said, smiling. She would have to avoid mentioning her secret liasons with Angelus. She had learned that he had never had Xander or Cordelia that night. It was all part of his game.
She and Buffy took their time walking to her house. They chatted and caught up on the last few days. Willow did feel tired, so she didn't feel like she was lying to her friend. She did want to be home though in case Angelus came by.
Willow went upstairs after Buffy dropped her off. She turned on her light, startled to see Angelus sitting on her bed.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, feeling vulnerable.
He just looked at her, "You were suppose to meet me. Where were you?"
Willow looked at him in confusion, "What? I didn't know...I was with Buffy at the Bronze. You haven't said anything to me since the hotel."
"I sent you a message." He said simply. "Did my little sex slave forget who her master is?"
"I'm not a slave" she said, anger going through her.
He smiled then, "Yes, my dear Willow, you are. A slave to your desire for me. Even now, despite your anger, you want me. Just admit it."
"Go to hell" she said.
"Is that any way to speak to me?" he asked innocently. "I'm going to have to do something about that mouth."
"Fuck you" she spat out, "Get out of my house."
He moved quickly, pulling her to him. "Never tell me what to do again."
His mouth claimed hers in a harsh kiss. Pulling free, he smirked, "Ready for round two. You have to be punished lover."
Willow felt his hand go around her neck then she darkness. Angelus lifted her into his arms, his eyes looking at her face tenderly. He had intended to kill her in the beginning. Now, he was consumed by her. He found himself waking from dreams and reaching for her. Tonight, he would claim her. She would never leave him again.
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Willow came to and looked around. Angelus was smiling at her, standing beside the chair she was sitting in. She looked around, her eyes wide.
"Where are we?"
"My place" he said simply. "Time for your punishment, slave."
She sighed. Another game. She felt moisture flowing between her legs. He forced her down on the bed, and as she knew it would, his hand came down hard on her backside. She breathed in deeply, but said nothing, just tipped her head into the bed, waiting for the rest.
"You've been willful this evening slave," he said softly, leaning across her and next to her ear, stroking her hair. "But you told me to leave. Me. Your master! This is too much even for you!" he was snarling now, and he dropped her hair and took a step back. "Now, you have one second to come down here of your own free will, or you'll be begging me for your knees!"
Willow turned her head, staring insolently at him, and did not move. Angelus smiled at her disobediance. He had been lenient thus far, and she was pushing his limits. But this time, there would be no second warning... In a few moments she found herself in a very different position. She was stretched to her full height, her wrists bound and chained to the ceiling so that she had to stand on her tip toes to avoid suspending herself. Her ankles were shackled tightly together, and her master stood in front of her, gently touching her face. "Is this comfortable, slave?"
She dared not give him any more reasons to be angry with her, and she shook her head, looking down. He strode behind her quickly, and gave her a spank with such force that she almost dropped off her toes, but she regained her balance in a second. "I think you'll be answering any questions I ask you properly, yes, slave?"
"Yes Angelus." She said, twisting her fingers to find a comfortable support, but there was none.
"It is Master, my sweet little slave. I think I'll take this time to lecture you, on the importance of obedience... oh and slave?" he said softly, leaning over her.
"Yes, master?" she asked quietly.
"I wouldn't get tired...after you can't support yourself anymore, I'm going to finish what I've almost started...I think we both agree that you deserve a spanking. But the longer I talk, I'll probably be less angry, so it would probably be best for you to stay...on your toes. I like to keep you on your toes, slave..." his husky voice sent heat through her.
She breathed slowly, trying to relax, but that was very difficult with him speaking so seductively in her ear, running his hand along her side. He pushed as he did so, not heavily, but just gently, just enough to force her constantly to check her balance. He moved around to her front, and grabbed her nipple, twisting just a little, as though to remind her that he could.
He grabbed her thigh then, and slid his hands down to her chained ankles. "Are you sorry, slave?"
"Yes, master." She responded immediately, breathing worriedly and moving her toes.
"But slave," he said, more forcefully, grabbing her ankle tightly. "Are you sorry because you disobeyed me, or sorry because you are being punished?"
She gasped, and looked at him in amazement. "I...I'm sorry because I disobeyed you, master."
He slapped her ankle, leaving her stinging and groaning. "Don't lie to me, slave." he moved his hand down and touched the sole of her foot, and she jerked. He knew how ticklish she was. As his fingers brushed it softly, her body writhed. She was not willing to drop off her toes yet, but how could she help it? He stopped then, and looked at her. "So, why are you sorry, slave?"
She moved her foot a little, still feeling the tingling sensation in on the sole. "Because I'm being punished, master." She said finally, straining, as her legs grew tired.
"I've only just begun to punish you, slave." He reached for her ankles, untied them, and ran his finger up the inside of her thigh as she parted her legs to keep from falling, reaching once more for the chains, but again, finding them hard to grab. He stopped just as he reached her opening and, stood up, brushing along her as he did. "I think we've been through enough to know that you must be obedient all the time...but I understand it's difficult for you. However..." As he spoke, he slowly moved his fingers closer and closer to her, pinching her leg with every emphasized word..."I think you know that direct disobedience like what you've shown me today is to be severely punished." He smiled as he leaned into her ear. "But I guess if you didn't know it before, you know it now, don't you slave?" He moved over to her other ear as he began caressing her clit.
"Tell me, are your legs tired?" Angelus asked, his eyes dark with lust as he looked at her.
"Yes, master." she whispered, looking very distressed, thinking of nothing but his hand on her leg.
"Don't you wish," he said thoughtfully, pulling back and looking at her, "That you had been on your knees all this time?"
"Yes, master." She said, fervently this time, looking wishful.
"Then perhaps...next ...time...you...will." he emphasized each word with an open palm smack...not meant to hurt, only to remind her of what was coming the minute she tired...and what would be that much more severe the sooner she did. Then his fingers slid into her, and she cried out, surprised. He looked into her eyes and smiled condescendingly. "I see this has made you wet, slave. I wonder why. What is it that you want?"....
She moaned, for his fingers rested so close to that place deep within her that only he could find, but said nothing. He grabbed her hair with his hand and stared into her face. "Answer me!"
She moaned for a moment, trying to pull back from him, gasping for breath. "I...I want you to pleasure me."
He let her go and gave her a stern look. "You should have considered that earlier, slave! I might have let you cum had you been well behaved..." his fingers slowly began moving at this, never reaching her g-spot, but caressing so close she thought she would go insane "...but alas, you weren't. And that's why you're here. Perhaps I will do this until you beg...and then for a while longer...and then..." he paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. "I'll give you the spanking you deserve. Nothing more."
She moaned again, and then careful began letting her heels drop...perhaps just another fraction of an inch, and he would be touching her...
"I wouldn't, slave." he said casually, pulling his finger back just slightly.
"The moment your feet leave the ground, and I assure you slave, I've tied you high enough that they will, you are going to feel the results of your insolence on your backside, and I have not cooled down just yet."
She nodded and pulled herself back up straight, but he went back to his gentle caressing and she thought she would die, whether from the ache in her lower legs or from the ache deep within her she didn't know. Suddenly, his face was close to hers again, suckling her neck, alternately biting and sucking small red and blue bruises to the skin.
She looked at the ceiling thinking "How can he punish me with pleasure, and yet pleasure me with punishment?" She knew that this teasing truly was her punishment, and as his finger moved quicker and closer, so finally, with a heavy moan, lowered herself off her feet until he was touching her g-spot. She hung suspended, if only slightly, and she reached for the ground but her tired feet had given out and for one second, he skillfully drove her to greater depths of need. But then, he stopped, and she realized he had only been assuring that her torment would be great, indeed. Why had she told him to leave? She wanted him so badly.
"Very well, slave. If that is what you want, I can accommodate." She reached above her, and found that she could now grab the chains. She pulled herself up a little more, but found this just as precarious and exhausting as her last position; she now supported herself by her own hands... As she hung there supporting herself, she heard the swing of something through the air, and she gasped and braced her self the best she could for the blow...but it never came. He walked over in front of her.
"I have five questions I need answered slave. After you answer each one you'll get one with the paddle. That's not many for what you've done.you should have expected ten times that. But, if you don't answer, I can leave you here for a very long time..." he walked back behind her and leaned almost over her...
Angelus deliberately waited, the scent of her arousal making his cock even harder. He glanced down at his leather pants and knew it was time to strip. He asked his first question.
"Tell me, who do you belong to?"
That one was easy enough, and she bowed her head and said "You, Angelus, master!"
In a half a second, she felt the blow explode in pain across her, and swung forward helplessly, surprised...this was not the response she was used to after answering questions.
"And why are you here, slave?" Angelus asked as he lowered his zipper. He pushed the pants down, his shirt already laying across the chair.
"Because...because I was bad, master. I disobeyed you." She gasped out, and she could hear him whisper "That's two" in her ear as he swung the paddle. Then he reached up to her legs, which were pulled up vulnerably, and teased within her as she gasped and breathed. She shuddered with such a violent force as to swing herself, and he rewarded her with a good hard swat of his hand.
"That doesn't count slave..." he told her, and leaned to her other ear as he still touched temptingly within her. "The next two are very important, slave, so think carefully about the answers..." As he spoke, she swung her feet back down, trying to get away from him, supporting herself again on her toes, but his torturous teasing drove her insane. "Who are you, and why must you obey me? And why will you learn to obey me slave?"
"I am your...slave...master." she whispered, gasping as he touched her. "I must obey because I am yours!"
"And why will you? You want to obey me, don't you, slave?"
"Yes! Yes, master." she cried, writhing with the agony of unfulfilled desire. As his two blows descended, she cried out, moaning and twisted and gasping all at once. In her mind, she considered that that had been three questions...but she knew better than to say anything, now. "And where do you want to be slave?"
She gasped and moaned for a moment more but finally, she looked at him with pleading eyes and whispered "At your feet, master."
He brought the paddle across her one more time while his other finger drove a little deeper into her, and she moaned again and again, her body aching to be satisfied. Then, as swiftly as he had done it, he lifted her off her toes, unchained her so that she came away in his arms, and set her onto the floor. He looked at her expectantly and she crawled over to him, gasping as she did, knelt down as he wished, and kissed his feet... "Very good, lover" he said, his words losing a bit of their edge. His palm caressed her face as he caught her mouth. The gentleness after the pain was welcome. She was desperate for him. She whimpered as his hand again found her nipple, twisting it roughly. "What do you want, slave?"
"Fuck me....please...fuck me." She whispered, her eyes begging for release.
He laughed cockily, "I won." He moved behind her, sending his cock deep into her wet virgin cunt. She cried out in pain but quickly began to move against him. She was on fire. He grabbed her head, bringing her up. His mouth met hers as he began to fuck her with deep even strokes. Within moments, she was cumming, her tight pussy clenching his cock. He groaned as he sped up. He moved his mouth down her face to her neck. He nipped at her, sucking the flesh into his mouth. He moaned as he felt himself cumming.
She screamed out as she felt another tremor go through her. She laid her head on the floor, her eyes following his movements. He smiled at her, taking in her position.
"You win" she said softly, knowing that he had once again made her beg.
"Always do, love" he said, before laying on the floor beside her. He took her in his arms, kissing the back of her neck, "I always do."
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Willow opened her eyes, surprised to find herself still tied to the bed. She glanced around and saw that she was alone. Angelus had left her tied up. She felt a wave of anger for him go through her. Damn stupid vampire. What if she had to go to the bathroom or something. He seemed to think that because he thought he owned her, he could do whatever he wanted with her.
She heard a soft chuckle and glanced at the door. Her eyes widened as Spike came in, his blue eyes going over her nude body.
"Daddy needs to learn not to leave his toys laying around" Spike said, feeling his cock harden at the sight of the chained girl.
"I'm not a toy" Willow said. Great, Willow. argue with the mean vampire.
"Looks that way to me" Spike remarked, smiling insolently.
"Would you untie me?" Willow asked, hating having to ask.
"Hmm...let me think about that." Spike said, "No."
"Fine. Just go away then. Where is Angelus?"
"Went to hunt. He'll be gone a long long time...." Spike moved his hand to breast, smiling at her instant reaction. "Daddy has the toy trained well."
"Fuck you" Willow said, cursing herself for responding to him.
"No...I'm thinking fuck you." Spike said, swooping over and taking her nipple into his mouth.
"Oh.." Willow began to mutter as he moved his lips down her body. She cried out when he found her wet cunt. She began to thrust down, taking his fingers easily.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Fuck me" she begged softly. She was turning into someone she no longer recognized. She heard him laugh as she felt his cock enter her. She screamed as he filled her. His cock felt longer than Angelus but not as wide. She began to move against him, begging for more.
Spike began to move faster. He couldn't believe his luck. His sire had actually left the door unlocked. He was getting forgetful in his old age. Spike took the girl's breast into his mouth, biting down. He smiled as he heard her gasp of excitement. This one got off on the pain. Lucky damn bastard found her first. He felt a momentary fear at taking his sire's lover, but forgot it when she clenched around his cock.
She had asked for it. Besides, Angelus hadn't locked the door. He was lucky that Spike was the one to stumble onto her. He'd smelled her from down the hall. The innocent smell of human and arousal. He heard her cry out as she came. Smiling, he continued to move. He rubbed his thumb over her clit as she made soft gasping sounds. He felt himself tighten and soon his seed spilled into her.
He bit into her, tasting her blood. She cried out again as she came. He licked at her wound before removing his softening cock from her. Looking at her, he smiled. "Daddy's toys have gotten much better" he said before turning.
"Wait...unfasten me" Willow asked.
Spike smiled, "Can't do that. Daddy might get mad. Toodle luv. Thanks for the fuck."
Willow groaned as she felt the wetness between her thighs. He must have cum a bucketful. Now, he was leaving. She suddenly closed her eyes. Why did she have the feeling that Angelus would not be happy about this? She felt a rush of excitement as she realized she would be punished. She just hoped it was as pleasureable as the others had been.
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Angelus' POV
I can't believe you asked him to fuck you. My childe. He will pay for his part later. Trust me, lover. You must pay now though. I can't believe you asked for another cock to be in you. I was hurrying back, wanting to be with you. My repayment? You fucking him. Insatiable bitch. I gather the supplies needed for your punishment. I had planned a nice easy evening. I know you must be sore after last night. Fuck that. You allowed him to fuck you..asked him for it. You will be so sore when I am through with you that today will be nothing. "Fuck yourself" I command as I unfasten your wrists. I see the slight defiance in your eyes before you realize that you must obey me. I am your master after all, even if you have forgotten it. I see the passion even now on your face as I punish you. My passion, you ask?
I must admit it to myself. Watching you. I love watching your face as you cum. Who was truly the Master here, me or you, I wondered as you writhed on the bed. Mesmerized by you, enslaved by my slave. I stood at the foot of the bed and whispered encouragement; "That's it baby, that's my good girl, fuck yourself for me, fuck yourself for your Master." You know that I will not stop unless you do as I say. "Your ass is empty lover. Fix it."
You groan at the sound of my words. Three fingers of your right hand pumping in and out of your hot pussy as two fingers of your left sought your puckered ass. There, completely filled now, your eyes rolled back in your head, your rapture apparent. You do love your orgasms, don't you? You would have a hundred a night if I allowed it. I can see it in your face. It is always the quiet ones isn't it? I can not believe it took me so long to notice you. I was blind. You are my passion sweet Willow.
"Bitch, whore, slut", I whisper sensing your climax near. Watching you. Your legs shaking from the force of your climax as it tore through you. I watched your eyes devour my now hard cock, the veins bulging with the hot blood coursing through them. I bent my head and let some spit fall from my mouth onto my tool. I run my fist up and down it's length coating it, making it glisten in the half-light. I tease you with the sight of it, pumping the greasy rod with my hand. "You want this, don't you?", I hiss at your sweat covered form.
"Yes, Master, please let me take your cock in my mouth", you plead. I love the pure lusty need in your green eyes.
"Crawl to me", I answer, gripping my cock tightly, forcing the blood engorged head to swell purple. Like a cat you crawl to me, eyes glazed with lust. You open your mouth and I thrust my length into your throat and begin to fuck your hot mouth with long, slow, strokes. You fondle my heavy sac as you suck me, and I allow myself to relax momentarily, enjoying your expert ministrations.
"Mmmmmmm, you're a good little cocksucker lover.", I say smiling down at you and you just grunt your reply, too busy at your craft to pause. I take your head in my hands and lift you off my cock and for a moment you smile at me as our eyes meet, but just for a moment, for in the next I send you sprawling back on the bed.
You've learned the game. I see the knowlege in your eyes that you were wrong to fuck Spike. Too late now for apolgies. You will be punished. If you are lucky, I will go easily. You lower your eyes and say the words I long to hear,"Master, what would you like me to do for you?"
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I pause to think for a moment, though I have already choreographed this evening's game long before. "Crawl across the floor to my bag, and bring me my handcuffs, in your mouth, like the dog you are slut girl", my tone harsh now.
You move to hurry off the bed but freeze when I speak again, this time softly, "Oh and honey, crawl slowly, very slowly, you know how I love to look at your ass."
I watched as you slowly crawled back to me, the gleaming manacles dripping from your bee-stung lips. I feasted on the sway of your provocative behind. You kept your eyes averted, downward cast as you had been trained, crawling slowly to your Master, the anticipation of the evening ahead making the nipples of your swaying breasts hard. I could only imagine the wetness between your legs, as the stink of your arousal permeated the room. I inhaled deeply, savoring your musk as I tightened my leather gloves across my knuckles.
"Stop", I hissed when you were just a couple of feet from me. My cock swayed in front of me as I walked to you. "Give", I ordered, placing my gloved hand under the handcuffs. I stood up, savoring ther feel of the chromed steel through the leather. I looked down upon your form, now shaking with perhaps fear, perhaps anticipation, perhaps both. I slowly walked around you, inspecting. Studying your nude body knowing that Spike had seen you. Seeing your cute little ass, I smiled. That was it. Your ass. That's where I would begin. I took a pillow off the bed and placed it on the ground in front of you.
"Rest your head on the pillow and put your hands behind your back, I have work to do", softly now, barely commanding. You turned your face to the side and placed it on the pillow, your breath coming quicker now. I snapped the handcuffs onto your hands and once again admired you. What a magnificent ass, sticking straight up, begging for my attention. I knelt behind you and and ran my gloved fingers over your cleft.
The leather gleamed with your wetness. I brought my hand to your mouth and ordered "Suck", and you greedily sucked the slimy leather, enjoying the taste of yourself. I returned back to your cunt and rolled your very erect clit between my fingers making you gasp as I spoke, "What do you want slut, tell your Master of your dreams. Do you want my fingers in your cunt as I whip your ass? Or would you rather I fuck you with that twelve inch black dildo I know you spied in my bag? Hmmm, tell your Angelus what he should do to you."
I kept rubbing your clit with one hand while I slowly worked a wet leather finger into your rectum, all the while taunting. "Tell me, darling, what would you like to start our evening of debauchery, a good old fashioned ass fucking perhaps, or maybe a spanking tell me what you want", I could feel you start to spasm, your climax building.
As you neared your explosion I pulled my finger from your ass and stood up and grabbed my thick leather belt. I swung it at your ass, Once,Twice, a Third time, making contact..thwack..thwack..thwack. hard enough to raise welts on your pale asscheeks.
"Don't you ever think of cumming without my permission you filthy whore!", I barked at you.
I walked around you again, snapping the belt, watching you wince to the sound. I thought to myself how I had made you mine. How I instinctively knew how to mix the pleasure and the pain, measure them out, always the correct ratio. I knelt in front of you and wiped the tears from your eyes, brought the wetness to my mouth and enjoyed the salty taste of your pleasure and fear, your cuntjuice mixed with your crying. No greater love. I walked behind you again and tossed the belt onto the bed. So lucky to find someone that enjoy the games as much as I. I smile knowing what lay ahead. I caress your face, looking deep into those green eyes.
"You shouldn't have asked him, lover. Had he forced you, I wouldn't have to be doing this now. You have to remember that I am the only one that touches you. You are mine, Willow. Now, it is time for you to learn that I must be obeyed. Remember, this hurts me far worse than it will hurt you....not."
"I know what you need. You need my fist up your cunt, perhaps up your ass" I smiled at the fear in your eyes. Ah, my sweet little virgin. You should have told him no. I do hate doing this to you, but I have to make you understand that you are mine. I can do anything I want to you and you are helpless. Just as you can do anything to me....do you see the growing affection in my eyes?
I knelt behind you and spread your cheeks and let my tongue find your darkest area. I fucked your ass with my tongue for perhaps a minute. Standing once again I walked to my bag. Reaching in I pulled out a bottle of lubricant and started to coat my leather encased hand, as the long night beckoned us both. I knelt next to your face and drank in your submissive beauty as your head rested on the pillow. I gently stroked your hair with my left hand and spoke gently, "Look at you, you're such a shameless slut, my slut. Here you are on your knees, acting like a whore, your hands cuffed behind your back, waiting for me to shove my fist into your cunt. Ah, sweet Willow. A kindred spirit I find in you. You are a slave to your passions and for that I forgive you."
You whimpered softly, my words arousing you even more. I knew your juices were probably issuing forth from your gash, puddling beneath you as I spoke. "Open your eyes, sweet", I bid.
Your eyes opened to the sight of my blood engorged cock head just inches from your face, my leather trussed scrotum red with the hot jism that would be your reward later. A pearly drop of pre-cum glistened in the slit. "Go ahead Stick out your tongue, you may taste it".
You greedily lapped at the tip of my penis, scooping up the tiny pearl with your tongue and bringing it into your cock hungry mouth.
"Was that good, baby?" I asked as I stroked your cheek.
"Yes, Master. Thank you Master", you whispered gently arousal beginning to replace the fear..
I held my oily, greasy, leather wrapped right hand in front of your face so that you might glimpse the instrument of your defilement. "I think it's time I tended to business, don't you slave?"
Kneeling behind you I gently ran my index finger up and down your slit. I took one of the swollen lips between my greasy fingers and squeezed tightly, pulling it down as far as it would go. I gently stroked your clit with my thumb until you gasped.
"Shhhhhh, bitch. Don't make me gag you", I ordered. I thrust a finger into your hole, deeply. I worked it in and out, first slowly, then at a quickening pace, enjoying the squishing sound it made in your sopping pussy. I then inserted two fingers into you and once again worked you slowly, then faster, then faster still. I slowed down for a moment and let a third slimy finger join the pair. Now all three were deep within you as I fucked you slowly now, very slowly, enjoying your building rapture, for the pain was about to start. I know how tight you are....this will hurt you but it must be done. I almost stop but I know I can't. Sympathy is not an emotion I know. I have to make you remember what happens when you take another cock into you.
"Don't you dare cum, you lousy whore!" I barked. Squish, squish. You were moaning softly now, unable to contain yourself. I watched your cuffed hands clench and unclench, I watched your ass flesh quiver, as my three fingers steadily ran in and out of your hole. Holding my three fingers at your yawning entrance I made a flat plane of my gloved hand and started to work all four fingers into you, twisting my hand as I went.
"NO! Angelus...no, no, please, Master, God, no, I can't........" you pleaded softly as I pushed harder into your fuckhole. Thwack! Thwack!
"Shut up you stupid cunt", as I slapped your ass with my left hand. You should never have fucked him. Remember this next time you feel tempted. I am the only cock that fucks you. Now, shut the fuck up. Master knows what's best for his slut", as all four fingers disappeared into you.
I paused for a moment allowing you to enjoy the sensation, as I slowly massaged your throbbing clit with my left hand. I gently pulled the four fingers out, not quite completely. I paused and then thrust them back into you. I withdrew them again and again thrust back into you. I continued this, building a rhythm, my hand like a knife driving in and out of your tortured pussy.
In and out, faster and faster, "Don't even think about it", I admonished, knowing yet another one of your uncontrollable climaxes was building within you.
As my hand became a blur I suddenly stopped. You let out an animal-like moan in frustration, you were so very close. Poor baby. With my four fingers now half way out of your cunt, I placed my thumb alongside them. I placed my left hand beneath you, on your belly, and started to push back. Slowly I eased my whole, slimy, leather encased hand inside you. I watched as the four fingers disappeared within you, then my thumb. In time my whole hand was in your pussy. You groaned a low, gutteral, inhuman sound. There, my fist was in you. Your swollen cunt lips formed a seal around my wrist. What a sight!
"You're a good girl. You've taken your Master's fist in your cunt. Good baby!" I said.
I see the tears on your face at the pain. I also see the lust in your eyes at the pleasure you are feeling. Baby likes being bad.
"Now I'm going to fuck you with my fist, and you know what? I'm going to let you cum!", I laughed as I slowly started to work my fist like a black leather piston in and out of your insatiable cunt.
"Good baby...take your sire's fist....if you're real good, i may just fuck you when I'm finished with this. Would you like that lover? My cock in your pussy...maybe in your tight ass...."
You came screaming, your entire body shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. I lean down, kissing you softly as I remove my hand. I make you lick the leather clean, my good little slut.
I move my cock between your legs and sink in. Your pussy was so stretched that I enter you easily. I begin to move, throwing the glove on the floor. I wipe away your tears, seeing disgust in your eyes. Disgust at yourself as well as for me, I believe. You enjoyed it all. I feel your cunt going back to its usual tight shape as I move inside you. Your eyes close as you softly begin to moan. I kiss your face as I spill myself inside you.
"Mine" I say, biting your neck. After tonight, I doubt you will ever forget that. I kiss your face, my eyes gentle, "Never make me punish you like this again."
You take in a deep breath, your words so soft I can barely hear them, "I won't master. I love you Angelus" you say before you drift to sleep.
Love? The word sends my mind reeling. You love what I do for you...what I make you feel. How could you love me? I am a demon. I am your master. Removing the handcuffs, I move you to the bed. I take you into my arms holding you tight, my mouth on your shoulder. Love.
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Willow woke up, pain between her legs. She looked around, startled to find that she was in her own bed. She sat up, wincing at the pain. She couldn't believe what he had done to her. His large hand inside her. She felt another pain as she tried to move off the bed. She walked into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror.
"Who are you?" she asked the silence of the bathroom. She glanced down and saw the blood from his actions. She knew she would be in pain down there for awhile. It was only a day ago that she had lost her virginity. Then, to have him do that. It was too much.
She splashed water on her face and used the bathroom. Again she had to wince at the pain. It hurt so much. She moved into her room, wondering why he had brought her back home. She turned on her lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow. She noticed a paper taped to her computer.
She moved to it, opening it up and reading. Sorry. One word. That was all it said. He was sorry? She took a deep breath before wadding the paper up. Sorry. Sorry that he had caused her pain or sorry that he had let her live? She went to her bed, laying on her side. She couldn't sit without pain from the contact. He had been so rough with her...so cruel. She could still remember his words.
She could also remember her own. She had begged him....told him she loved him. After all he had done, how he had treated her, she loved him. She didn't know what she was anymore. A part of her enjoyed the game....the pain. The rational part told her she was crazy. He had spoiled her though. To her, she could not think of sex without the pain and pleasure both.
She heard a knock on her balcony. Surprised, she moved to it, walking a bit faster. After time, the pain was slowly easing. She opened the curtains, gasping.
"Let me in, pet."
"What happened?" she asked, her eyes taking in the blood covering the blonde vampire.
He grimaced, "Daddy reminded me who he was. Let me in....please?"
Relenting, she invited him in. She watched as she stiffly walked to the chair, walking strangely. She took in the deep wounds on his back....the blood covering his pale flesh....Angelus had probably done the same thing to Spike that he had done to her, if Spike's walking was an indication. It was her fault, in a way. She could have refused...made him force her. He wouldn't have. She knew that. Had she said no, he would have left.
Spike glanced at the chair and then at her bed. Making up his mind, he laid across her bed on his stomach. "Didn't have anywhere else to go, luv." he said apologetically.
Willow fixed the curtains so no sun would come in in the morning. She took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom, "It's ok, Spike. Let's get you cleaned up."
"Thanks, Red" he said softly, hating his weakness but thankful he had someone to go to.
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Willow woke up when she felt lips on her collar bone. She glanced down into blue eyes that were watching her face. "Spike" she started to protest.
Spike smiled slightly before placing his fingers across her warm lips, "Shh. Let me do this. I want to, Red."
Willow closed her mouth as let him continue. He kissed his way down her throat to her chest. She closed her eyes as she felt his tongue run across her nipple. Soon, the bud hardened under his teasing. She felt a rush of liquid shoot between her sore legs. He was going so slow. There were no games....just passion.
Spike moved to her other breast, soaking it with his mouth. She heard him chuckle when she arched up against him. He moved down her flat stomach, his lips leaving no flesh untouched. She grasped the sheet in her hands tightly as he continued to tease her with his lips and tongue.
She felt him shift, pulling her down the bed a bit. She gasped when she felt his cold tongue touch her swollen clit. She was still so sore, but quicky the twinge of pain was forgotten as he began to lick her gently. She was shocked that it could be like this. So sweet and slow. He was being so careful with her, yet he wasn't forgetting her needs.
She felt his tongue enter her wetness, lapping at her juices. She whimpered as he began to move his face against her pussy. Her hands began to clench the sheet tighter as her body began to thrust against him. She moaned loudly as she felt her thighs tighten around his head.
She felt a hand on her breast, kneading her...a finger twisting her nipple as she moved against him. His nose rubbed her clit, sending tremors through her body. Too soon, she felt her stomach tighten as she came, her orgasm soaring through her body. She had trouble breathing, trying to understand that sex could be so nice. It didn't have to be rough and hard. He hadn't said a single word about her being his slave. In fact, he had pleasured her with no regard to his own needs.
Spike looked up into her wide green eyes and smiled softly as he licked her juices from his lips. He moved up her body, knowing that she was in no shape to take him. He had seen the damage his sire had done to her. He was surprised that she wasn't in more pain. He knew from experience that Angelus was not a gentle lover. He had wanted to show her what it could be like, for some reason.
He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He still didn't know why he had run to her. But, after Angelus had finished torturing him, he had only thought of her. He had known that she would welcome him...would take care of him. He wrapped his arms around her warm body and nuzzled her neck as she began to drift back to sleep. He watched her face as she dreamed.
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Willow moved slowly towards the school. She was meeting Buffy and the others for patrol. She had left Spike sleeping in her bed. It had been a week since the blonde vampire had come to her for help. A week since she had seen Angelus. She didn't understand her feeling for him. In one way, she hated what he had done to her and Spike. In another, she knew that it was the demon's reaction.
She greeted her friends, sitting down ready to research before patrol. None of them knew of her houseguest. How was she to tell them without explaining it all? She knew that Buffy could never know of Angelus. It would kill her friend.
"You ok Willow? You look tired." Buffy commented, looking her friend over.
"I am. Still not sleeping very well. It is getting better though" Willow said, speaking the truth. This last week, in Spike's arms, she had slept more than she had in months. His embrace was comforting and safe.
"Any ideas about Angelus?" Cordelia asked, yawning.
"I'm working on the restoration spell" Jenny said. "It is going to take a bit longer."
"It's funny. He hasn't been around the last few weeks." Buffy said, speaking to her watcher.
"He hasn't?" Giles looked confused, "I do hope he hasn't found a new pasttime."
Before anyone could reply, a laugh sounded. Willow looked up, her eyes widening as Drusilla moved into the library.
"You...you took my daddy and my spike. You must die" Dru said, her eyes looking straight at Willow. "They don't want me anymore....it is you in their minds and their hearts..."
"What?" Buffy said, reaching for a stake. She glanced at Willow and saw the color fade from her friend's face. "Will? What is she talking about?"
"I didn't take anyone" Willow said softly. She glanced at her friends and saw their confused looks. Why now?
"You die" Dru said, moving quickly. She pinned Willow to the table, her eyes glaring at the others. "I don't want you...Only her."
"Let her go" Buffy said, fingering the stake.
"She's mine to kill. She took my daddy."
"Let. Her. Go." the dark voice sounded in the library. Buffy glanced over, surprised to see Angelus standing there.
Dru looked at Angelus. "She took you from me. I see her in your mind. She must die."
"Drusilla....if you don't let her go, I'll stake you myself" Angelus said, his dark eyes serious.
"See? Daddy doesn't love me anymore. Spike left me too....went to her" she spat out the last word.
Willow whimpered as the woman's grip tightened around her throat. She struggled to breathe, pushing against the vampire. It was useless. She wasn't strong enough.
Angelus heard her cry of pain and reacted. He moved quickly, hitting Drusilla hard. She flew across the room, landing in a heap. He looked at Willow, helping her sit. His eyes softened as he held her to him. It had been too long. What the hell was she doing to him?
"If you want to live, leave now. I never want to see you again" Angelus said, looking at his childe.
"Fuck that" A cocky voice said from the shadows. Spike entered the library, his blue eyes looking coldly at Dru. "Bye baby."
Willow watched as Spike staked Drusilla, the expression on his face resigned. He turned to look at her, "I felt that you were in trouble, pet. Couldn't let her leave...she'd have come after you again."
Willow moved from Angelus' arms, hugging Spike tightly. "I love you" she said softly.
Angelus watched, his face giving none of his emotions away. He stood, heading to the door. He couldn't explain the loss that he was feeling at that moment.
Willow kissed Spike softly before turning to face Angelus. She felt a rush of pain as she saw that he was leaving. "Angelus!"
She ran after him, her arms going around him. "You can't leave me...please don't leave me again...."
Angelus looked into her eyes, surprised by the emotions he still saw there. He ran a finger across her cheek, "We need to talk, lover."
"I'd agree with that one!" Buffy said, her hands clenching the stake tightly. "NOW! We talk or I stake both of your asses!"
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Willow felt a cold leg on hers and smiled. So much had happened in such a short time. She had almost been killed by Drusilla. Then, Spike had staked the vampire. Buffy and the others now knew her secret. They all knew that she was sleeping with Angelus and Spike. That she loved them both, each in a different way.
For Spike, she felt a gentle love. He made her feel safe and cherished. She loved laying in his arms. For Angelus, it was passionate and wild. He ravished her mind and body. She loved his games, as long as they weren't as painful as his punishments.
She had told them after they left the library that she didnt know who she would choose. She hated having to choose in the first place. Now, Buffy wasn't speaking to her. The others felt betrayed that she had remained silent. She had lost them all that night. She couldn't lose Angelus or Spike too.
They had decided for her. Together, they had brought her to their mansion. She saw in their eyes that they were resigned to share until she made up her mind. After the experiences she had felt with both of them pleasing her, she knew it would be a long long time before she ever decided. She liked having them both too much.
She snuggled closer to Angelus, Spike's arm around her waist. She breathed in, smelling their scent mixed with hers. Smiling she closed her eyes. Tonight she could sleep. She was with the men she loved. She knew that there would no longer be any restless nights for her. At least, not any due to lack of being able to sleep. She felt Spike's hand caress her breast in his sleep as Angelus kissed her head. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep.
THE END