"Peach"
Mistress Angel
angelsslayer@yahoo.com

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The warm water ran over Buffy as she stood under the running shower nozzle. She groaned, now that she was here she was glad that Angel had made her get up. This felt heavenly. Her eyes opened and a lazy smile crept over her lips when she felt Angel behind her. The first thing she felt was his poking erection at the small of her back, then his arms sneak around and wrap across her midsection. "Insatiable much?" she teased backing up against his nudging penis. "Mmm, when it comes to you? Always." He leaned down and nibbled at her neck. Buffy closed her eyes and put her head back under the water, it felt so warm and pure. Like a cleansing waterfall. Angel held her tighter and pulled her backward and away from the spray of the water. Buffy reached up and wiped droplets out of her eyes and off her face. He continued to kiss and suck on her neck. "I can still taste you," he said between licks. Buffy smiled and reached her hand behind her to grip the back of his head. She could only guess he meant her blood, although he could mean the sweet taste between her legs. "How do I taste?" she asked, her voice pouring over him like a warm bath. Angel closed his eyes and let the memory replay. The thick taste, the warmth of it, the way it spilled over his  lips and into his mouth. He didn’t want to incorporate blood lust into their lovemaking all the time, it wasn’t like he needed that to come.

Hell, just watching her could do that. But it heightened the sensation to incredible levels that he couldn’t explain.

Angel looked down at her exposed skin. It was glistening with water and the way she moved caused her vein to become clear before it disappeared again. He was tempted yes. Aroused? oh hell yes. He knew biting her got her excited also. Shit, he couldn’t take it anymore. With his other hand he reached up and cupped her warm, heavy right breast. Buffy gasped and tightened her hold on his hair. Angel morphed into the familiar demon and bared his fangs. Growling, he sank his teeth into her neck. Buffy opened her eyes for a split second when she heard his growl. As soon as she felt the sharp intrusion she gasped and shut her eyes tight biting her lower lip. Her inner muscles clenched and other parts of her got that down low tickle she loved so much. She felt herself growing wetter and hotter, she could feel herself become swollen.

"Angel.." she managed to get out. He hungrily sucked as he massaged her breast. He tweaked the nipple none to gently. Overtaken by his blood thirst he put his other hand up and around her throat to hold her still and to bring her just a fraction of an inch closer to him. She felt him get harder and thicker and wondered if he was going to come just from that.

"Aaaah," Buffy gasped, his suction becoming frantic and harsh. He sucking hard and she wondered if he could stop himself. I’m going to pass out, Buffy thought. She pulled his hair but still he drank and drank. She wanted him to stop but at the same time she didn’t want the dull ache that was growing inside her womb to stop. She was throbbing inside and out and a secret shame started to creep in that she was getting off on such animalistic and sadistic ways. But yet and still she loved it. Especially the way he did it. Vampires were always erotic, no doubt about that.

It helped that he was extremely sexy already. Buffy reached down to her swollen folds and slid her finger between them. The water continued to hit her body with a warm and strong but gentle force. The water ran a river down her body and in between her legs, slipping and sliding in every crease and crevice. The situation- being as erotic as it could get - only made her body more aware.

Buffy quickly and roughly massaged her clit. It was also swollen and as sensitized as it could be. She parted her thighs a bit and pushed her forefingers inside her, pulling them out she rubbed her clit again, hard and wild, wanting to come before he stopped sucking. She was so close to coming and to passing out. "God Angel, oh god..yes!" She pinched and squeezed herself in a race to release. Angel continued to kneed her breast and fondle her nipple. Her own hands moved with slayer speed while she concentrated all her sensations on her neck and clit. Before she knew it she was coming. Her body tensed dramatically as she continued to stroke herself, the sensation was almost becoming unbearable and she had to release herself once or twice before continuing. Angel let her go at that moment, throwing back his head and moaning in an anguished but sexual way. "Yessss!" he hissed, the blood covering and dripping from his mouth. The spray from the water started to reach to her shoulder and soon the blood started to slide down her body, soon loosing color as it mixed with water and ended up washing down the drain.

"You taste good inside and out lover," Angel growled. His body still at attention. He thought he would come when he bit her but for some reason he held on. He looked at his love and saw she was slightly arched, her hands working at a jack hammer speed. He wrapped his arms around her and brought his left hand around to put on top her hers.

"Come on baby, I want to see you," he crooned in her ear, licking and kissing the sensitive flesh. Soon her tensed body couldn’t hold anymore and she exploded. It felt like she had flew apart into tiny pieces, flying through the air haphazardly. Equivalent to someone throwing a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle in the air for fun; the pieces strewn about. She felt as if she were flying as her body continued to cream. Angel held her hand and continued their stroking. "Oh god!" Buffy squealed, her body twitching, her heart racing. Another beautiful orgasm hit even before the first one was over and she didn’t know if she would be able to stand anymore. She reached out her right hand and leaned forward, bracing herself against the shower wall. Her lower body jerking randomly, tensing and releasing.

"Oh Angel," she moaned, calling his name, never feeling like she would ever stop. Angel kissed her neck. "Let it all go, come on," he teased. His mouth so close to her, him having no breath, his hand still guiding her moving fingers, his erection still  pressing against her, the continuous stream of water flowing on her back and front; all this affected her and when she put all that in a pot to boil she wouldn’t be surprised if she came for the next half hour. She tensed and exploded one last time before she started to come down. She waved goodbye to the stars and the moon and the neighboring planets as she floated back to earth. Her eyes slowly opened and her open mouth curved into a smile. "AngelAngelAngel, oh yesss, I love you."

She leaned back into him tossing her head back. She softly touched her neck where he had bitten her, it wasn’t as tender as the last time he did it. Maybe she was getting used to it. "Mmm, I love when you bite me, god that is such a turn on," she sighed. "You’re so fucking sexy Buffy. You make me so hard I can’t stand it." His voice was thick and laced with raw passion. She knew he hadn’t come and watching her probably had him so keyed up he would hump the shower door if it would get him some release.

Buffy turned and looked at him, the first time since they had started.

His penis was like steel and she noticed he had began to stroke it a bit. "Something bothering you?" she teased. He smiled, but his eyes betrayed him. They were dark and glazed and were burrowing into her subconscious like a power drill. "What do you want Angel?" she asked, her voice low almost getting drowned out by the running water. Angel stared at her glistening body. Her slim form, strong but extremely sexy. Her breasts were heavy enough to hang just enough, a sexy look on any woman. They bounced and jiggled with the slightest movement and he remembered when they had watched that porn movie together and she studiously pointed out the fake breasts and the real ones. Hers were definitely real. He could suck on her perky, hard nipples until he aged another 200 years. This vision would forever be with him. The water continued to stream over her and he wished they could do everything this way. He wished he could watch her shower every night. Hell, he wished she could slay in the shower. He would have front row seats every night. Buffy smiled and blushed at the same time as she watched his greedy gaze rake over her body.

Considering what they done less than a few hours ago she couldn’t possibly try to get modest now. The way he was staring she wanted to cover herself up, but then again, the way he was staring she wanted to give him something to stare at. She quickly sized up the situation. His shower was big enough that she would be able to do it. She had no idea where this kind of shower came from, but she was thankful nonetheless. It was maybe 5 feet across and 7 feet in length. The walls were made from some sort of granite, but they were smooth. She liked that. Turning, she took the shower head off it’s hook. "Take a picture, it’ll last longer," she joked. His eyes finally met hers and he smiled, faintly embarrassed. "Buffy, you could make a groan man cry." Buffy laughed, "I hope it’s not a sad cry." He chuckled. "Yeah, pretty sad, sad with the fact that they couldn’t have you." Buffy played with the cord on the shower. "Or..could I make a Vampire cry?"

"I can’t cry, I don’t have any tear ducts," he said seriously. Buffy wasn’t looking to hear that answer and suddenly felt awkward.

"Well, how about can I make a Vampire beg?" She quickly shifted the conversation back to sex. "Angel cocked an eyebrow at her, "Oh, I’m begging already. Silently that is." Buffy walked toward him and placed a hand on his chest. She pushed gently causing him to back up. When he was the end of the shower, she started to lower her body, getting on the floor of the shower. It was just enough room for her to get into position. She never took her eyes off of Angels and she could see the big question mark in each of them. He said nothing as he watched the show. His erection still as big and full as a ripe flower. He was leaning against the wall, his palms pressing against it. Buffy had laid right in front of him but she scooted back just a tad. She could hear him growl and in the bathroom it gave it an especially echoy sexy quality. That turned her on even more. She bent her knees and spread her legs, parting them wide. "Oh Buffy, are you trying to kill me?" Angel asked, his voice barely working.

"What? Kill you again?" she scoffed, laughing at him. Angel couldn’t even respond as he stared into her eyes. There was absolutely no fear there, no hesitation of any kind. Just complete and utter trust. He felt it and it warmed his chilled body, the only thing that could. He loved her so much, and he knew she would do anything to please him. This little impromptu sex show told him that straight out, only thing was he might not live through it.

She licked her lips and closed her eyes partially. She looked at him through heavy eyelashes and parted her lips just a bit. She opened her legs wider and reached one hand down there. She touched herself and saw Angel slid down the wall a little. "Steady big boy," she purred. "I want you awake for the show." Angel licked his lips and fought against the urge of jumping on her and pounding into her slick wet heat over and over again. He knew she wanted to do this, and interrupting, even to fuck her into oblivion, would probably piss her off. He looked down at himself. Could his dick get any harder?

He raised his eyes again and whimpered. She had parted her lips and was rubbing each fold slowly, up and down. She inserted one finger and slid it inside herself, she slowly and carefully removed it and brought it to her lips. Hesitating just long enough to produce the effect she wanted in him she slipped it between her lips and sucked longingly. Angel almost cried, if he could. Damn, she was good. Half a minute in and he was ready to bawl like a baby. He could feel himself dripping at his tip and wondered how she would react if he started whacking off right in front of her. She would probably get mad, after all, that would take the attention off herself. Buffy looked at him and knew what he was thinking.

"Ah, ah, ah," she said, waving her finger at him. "You wouldn’t want me to tie you up would you?" Oh god yes, Angel thought. But decided against it. He really wouldn’t be able to take it if he was restrained. "No," he croaked and closed his eyes tight. He opened them again and saw her staring at him. She had put that hand back down there and had parted herself again. Bringing the shower head around she used her other hand to easily push the lever to stream. The water changed to one line of soft, flowing water and if he didn’t know what she was going to do at this point he really must have died--again. She brought the shower head over her bottom half and gripped the handle. Their eyes locked as she parted herself even more. Angel tore his eyes away from her and looked. He could see inside her and knew if he could drool he would. She was swollen and slick and pink. He knew she was just as hot and tight and he swore he felt his Dick move. I hear ya, he thought.

Buffy put the stream of water over her and let it run freely. Quickly it hit the spot and she jumped, her legs twitching. Angel jumped also, so engrossed in her he was feeling every thing she did. He watched as she bucked gently and began to moan. She moved the stream off every so often, almost un-able to stand it herself. Her steady moaning and heavy breathing made it impossible for him to keep still. He slipped to his knees and gripped his raging erection. He stroked once, knowing it wouldn’t take much for him to come. She moved the stream over her again and completely rested her head on the bottom of the tub, the shower mat provided a thin lay of cushion. He watched her moan and writhe as she let the warmth splash and massage her clit and everything else.

"Buffy, please.." he pleaded. He really was a desperate man. He needed some release, this was pure torture. Buffy held herself open and bucked up into the water. "OH MY GOD!" she panted, "Oh Angel, godyesohyesyes," she grunted.

Angel stroked himself again, he was dripping at the end and sorely wished he could just drum into her. "Buffy, I can’t take it, I’m gonna come, oh god I have to." He bit his lip and lost control of his hand, sanity and self control. He began rubbing hard and fast watching her buck and scream and pant. She was beautiful and she was his. He had never seen anything like it, she was introducing him to the wonder of technology, and new wave. He didn’t have video porn let alone adjustable shower heads in 18 th century England. He was having a lot of fun. His hand was increasing in speed and so was Buffy’s movements. "Oh ImcomingImcoming!" Buffy wailed putting the nozzle right on her vagina. She bucked and came so hard she sat up. She kept it there while she continued to come onto it. She opened her eyes and saw Angel. As soon as she looked at him he lost it, letting himself go. He came into his hand, hard, fast and long.

"Ohhh, yessss! Buffy!" he screamed, spurting out toward her. When she saw how turned on he was she came again, this time almost painfully. She dropped the nozzle and gripped the side of the bathtub as she let the rest of the tremors over take her. Angel continued to come, his semen immediately getting swept up by the current of water. Buffy grunted and groaned and slowly came down. Angel came some more before he finally stopped. Buffy looked at him, smiling. "Have fun?" she asked, her lips smirky, but pouty and beyond sexy. He didn’t answer. He just stared at her, she was incredible. Did I say that already? he thought. She looked at him staring at her. His eyes weren’t menacing but they were very intense, almost to intense. His eyes raked over her and that made her quiver.

"Angel, when you look at me like that.." Buffy began. Angel’s eyes darkened just that fast at the sound of her words.

"What? finish," he instructed. Buffy was still sitting on the floor and he was still on his knees. "I.." Buffy could hardly speak. His gaze was taking her breath away. She slowly stood and he stood also, his dark eyes boring into her blue ones. He bent down and picked up the shower nozzle. He figured out how to put it back to spray and then replaced it back on its hook. Buffy ran her hands over her hair, slicking it down. She was glad he started focusing on something else, that look was going to set her on fire. Before she could form another thought she was turned roughly around. "Wha?--" she started. She saw his face for one second before he descended onto her lips for a kiss. His mouth seared hers and he sucked and kissed her like her mouth was a trough and his mouth was on fire. He bit her lip, suckled and teased. She found his tongue and sucked for dear life. They ravaged each others mouths as if it were no tomorrow. Buffy could feel her lips getting bruised but didn’t care. He picked he up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

A few seconds later she felt her back against the wall. "Mmm, Angel--Oh!" she gasped as he drove into her. He held her up on the wall and pulled back out to his tip. "You drove me fucking crazy now I’m going to drive you fucking crazy," he growled ramming back into her. The assault didn’t let up either. He pulled out and drove back in with an intensity that was all Angel and all Vampire. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and shut her eyes tight, going with it. He was relentless and she slid up and down the wall with the pumping of his hips. She grunted and groaned and so did he. He slammed into her hard and deep and fast.

If she wasn’t bruised from a few hours ago she would be now. "AngelAngel," she yelped. "Oh please," she pleaded.

"Please what?" he asked bringing his head back to look at her but not letting up on his motions one bit. She couldn’t answer, only make high pitched noises and broken gasps. He smiled, he liked her this way. Completely at his mercy. She was vulnerable and it was his turn to be in control. He watched the emotions play across her face as he thrust inside her. "Feel that? What’s it feel like?" he asked.

"Um," Buffy began. She could only ride him and try to hold on. Angel smiled. Like before when she took to long to answer or didn’t give him the answer he was looking for he punished her, but she liked it, he knew it. He pulled back his hand and slapped her under thigh. Not expecting this her eyes flew open and another gasp was wrenched from her. She looked at him her mouth open and her breathing heavy as he pounded into her increasingly sore flesh. "Answer me," he ordered.

"It feels like steel," she said, the pain even more increased because of her damp skin. He stopped a moment, Buffy was sweating and panting. He was inside her, hard and throbbing. He felt her convulse around him and closed his eyes, letting himself be taken by the feeling for a moment.

"Feel that? What’s it feel like?" she mocked, repeating his earlier question. Angel opened his eyes. A playful seriousness flowed in them. "Ahhh, funny girl," he said dryly. Buffy laughed at his lack of sense of humor. "Not a contender for Saturday Night Live huh?" she asked. His blank stare only made her laugh. She’d have to show him an episode one day. When she laughed her muscles tightened and he bit his lip. "Haha, I think I’m once again at the advantage," she said. She clenched her muscles and watched as he was overtaken. Gritting his teeth he pulled out of her. "Just because you’re the Slayer doesn’t mean I’m scared of you." Buffy frowned and sucked in a sharp breath from him pulling out. "No, don’t pull out, you feel so good baby," she begged.

Angel smiled and slid her down his body until her feet touched the tub floor. As soon as she was he grabbed her hips and turned her around to face the wall. "Put your hands up there and don’t move," he ordered. "Am I being arrested?" she asked playfully, wiggling her hips. She did as he said but only after she said her smart comment. Her smart remark was rewarded with two slaps to her bottom. "OW! Angel! that hurt." Angel grinned and slapped her twice more in the same spot. She put her hand back there to rub the area but he caught it and placed it back against the wall. "Don’t. Move." His tone was serious and her heart rate sped up. She was scared to turn around and was scared to say anything else smart. He sounded dead serious but she knew he couldn’t be. Nevertheless, she didn’t want to take any chances. She was the Slayer but he could still over power her for some reason. If he was into spanking she certainly didn’t want him to give her one when he was pissed at her. Her bottom was stinging quite nicely from his so called playful swats. She could only imagine his angry ones.

Standing still with only her erratic breathing moving her body she listened for further instructions. The water sprayed gently over her lower back and behind, water ran down the crease and down her thighs. It gave her a tingly feeling  and she desperately wanted to touch herself again. Even more so, she wanted him to touch her. Angel just stood there watching her body heave with every breath. Her back was slightly arched, her breasts were up high, the nipples peaking hard and tight. Her hands way up and over her head made her look helpless and sexy as hell. This was another position he could frequently see her in. As much as he wanted to tease her as she had done him; let her stand there for a while, waiting for what would came next he couldn’t. He was still hard as a rock and had to get off before he could torture her again. He moved forward and grabbed her hips. Buffy stiffened and squealed lightly.

"Don’t tense up, it’ll only make this harder."

"Harder than it already is?" she joked again, her pun echoing in the hollow bathroom. Angel grinned. "I have to say, that was funny. But you know when I’m being serious I don’t like it when you joke again and again."

"Yeah, yeah," Buffy said, feigning obedience. Angel’s jaw tightened.

"Buffy you just love to test me don’t you?" Buffy looked over  her shoulder at him. "No," she said plainly.

"You know I don’t like jokes at certain times Buffy."

Buffy turned back to the wall and rolled her eyes. "Lighten up, jeeze, this is 1999 not 1799. The inquisition is over."

Angel scoffed. "Fine, I’ll just have to make you take me seriously." Buffy started to wonder now at the tone of his voice. She should have stayed with her earlier thought and taken his threats seriously. "W-What?" she asked on a broken syllable.

Angel gripped her hips even harder and spread her cheeks apart. He ran his finger between them teasing her anus. "We’ll just see how full of jokes you are when you’re laying across my lap."

Buffy perked up. "What? You can’t be serious!" Angel pushed against her and the former thought began to drift away. "I’m serious," he said. More to himself than to her as he started to enter her tight back hole. "Oh yes," he hissed. Buffy fought to stay relaxed. Actually it felt really good. "Uhh, come on," she encouraged. Bitting her lip. He was huge and she wanted to feel every inch of him. As much as he wanted to slam into her like before he didn’ t want to hurt her. "You won’t hurt me," she said softly.

Angel opened his eyes. Was she reading his mind? She sounded so soft and far away, so innocent and pure. But he knew she couldn’t be at times, like today. Heeding her warning he pushed the rest of himself inside her and growled at the effort. Buffy sucked in a breath and pushed backward. It felt heavenly and she didn’t want him to stop. Waiting a moment before he continued he pulled out slowly and then pushed back in. He looked down and watched his thick shaft disappear then reappear. Damn it was wonderful. She was tight and hot and he had never felt anything like it. He gripped her hips strongly and continued to pump into her, slowly increasing speed.

The water continued to flow and it fell over his Dick as he fucked her. That also uped the sensations. "Buffy, I love you," he stated simply. Buffy smiled. She knew it was true and not just because he was feeling her from the inside out. She knew his "I love yous" were sincere, honest and straight from the heart. She would deny him nothing and he would do the same for her. She knew he would surely give up his eternal existence for her in a heartbeat, but she wouldn’t let him do that. If he died for her it would kill her instead of save her, her life would be over.

Soon they were both on the edge and ready to plummet over. Angel jack hammered into her and Buffy used her hips to push back on his rod. Harder, faster, deeper, longer. Then they both catapulted into the horizon. Buffy’s high pitched screams, loving X-rated words combined with Angels low growling, grunting and tearful wails of her name filled the room. After he emptied himself inside of her she straightened. Reluctant to pull out of her but wanting to face her he did. She turned and reached up and kissed him. He kissed her back, soft and lovingly this time. Slow and sensual. They kissed like this for what seemed like five minutes. Afterwards Angel looked down at her, suddenly his lust for blood was back. "Buffy, I want to.. I want to taste you again." Buffy was moved to tears that he asked in that little boy voice. "You know what that does to me?" she cooed up at him. She began to kiss down his chest. Angel was dumbfounded. He needed this right now. "Are you saying no?" He asked. Buffy looked up at him.

"No, I’m not. Some things you ask for, some things you just take." Her playful gaze disappeared as she went back to kissing his chest. Angel smiled. She wanted to be forced, they had played that game before. He let her kiss him some more so she would be really off guard. About a minute later he grabbed her head and pulled it up. She was surprised as he grabbed a hand full of hair and tilted her head back. Before she could utter a syllable he sunk his fangs into her and drank. It tasted every bit as good as it did before.

Buffy gasped sporadically as he drank from her. She would never ask him to try to suppress this need he had, this uncontrollable urge to have blood. At first she knew he was denying himself that because she would think it was to primal. When she had told him if he needed to ever do it that she would let him and she wouldn’t be afraid or disgusted his eyes nearly lit up at her admission and invitation. The first time he did it it was very painful and felt like something, like a snake or ferret or something had a hold of her and someone was tugging it trying to get it loose. She didn’t tell him this and stretched the truth when he had asked her how she felt afterwards. Soon she became accustomed to it, and even sooner than that she started to like it. She had become sexualized by it, craved it and needed it as much as he did. To be able to share something like that was overwhelming for both of them. This is why she loved him, this is why she would always love him.

Buffy pulled her tank top over her head and went to get her socks. They had finally gotten out of the shower and had dried off.

Angel joked with her about how her skin was slightly shriveled from the excessive exposure of water. Laughing, they had dried off and actually made it to the bedroom without groping each other.

Buffy was putting on her socks when she noticed Angel grinning at her. "What?" she asked laughing, looking down at herself wondering what was so funny. "You forgot already?" he asked, teasing in his eyes but his voice seriously wondrous. Buffy stared at him. He was fully dressed in a black shirt and black pants. She had black pants that she had left over there one time and a white tank top. She was going to go and check on Giles. She had been missing in action for a while and wanted to see what was up at the library. "No Angel, I was going to check out Giles and the gang.You’re not going to be mad if I leave are you?" She finished getting dressed right in front of him.

Angel still smirked at her. She had completely blew off his question as if her not knowing what it was about made it okay to ignore it. "You can do that after I give you what I promised you." Buffy was truly at a loss. "What is that?"

Angel took his Victorian style straight back chair and pulled it in front of her. He sat down and crossed his arms. "You across my lap bare assed and waiting." Buffy almost bust out laughing. "What? Angel--"

"I wasn’t kidding Buffy."

Buffy noticed how he suddenly became serious. No, he wasn’t kidding. "You deserve it Buffy, and I want to give it to you."

Buffy looked around his apartment as if there was some way out of it. She gave a nervous laugh and looked at him again. She trusted him but she wasn’t very happy at the moment. She decided to do it, after all , she didn’t have much of a choice. "Listen, if we do this..Promise that you’ll stop if I say so." Angel nodded. "I will, but you’re gonna like it. I promise." She wasn’t to sure about that and stood when he motioned for her to do so. He took her hand and guided her across his lap. She began to breath nervously and had never ever found herself in a position like this.

He got her into position, placing her ass over his right knee in a great angle for his hand. Her hands were flat on the floor and her hair hung down over her face. Her legs were straight and her toes just barely touched the floor. She felt embarrassed, childish, foolish and stupid. If this was supposed to be erotic she wished it would hurry up and happen because she wasn’t feeling it.

Gulping several times in a row she felt him run his hands over her covered bottom and down over the back of her thighs. Her body stiffened and she didn’t know if she could go through with it. He had always joked about spanking her. Sure, she had laughed and maybe even gotten excited about the thought of it. But like anyone, when presented with the reality of your fantasies, most people back out. "Um, should we have a safety word?" she asked, wanting to smack herself for her wavering voice. "Sure, your choice," he answered. Buffy closed her eyes. She couldn’t think, she had other things on her mind. After about 30 seconds of silence on her part Angel came up with one. "Peach," he said, looking at her round behind. "Okay," Buffy whispered. Peach, she wanted to scream it right now.

Angel hooked his fingers inside the waistband of her black pants and pulled them down. He pulled them over her panties and she raised her hips so he could do it. He pulled them to her knees and ran his hands over the back of her creamy white thighs. He reached her white lace panties and admired the view for a moment. She shifted and he tightened his grip around her waist. God, hurry up, she thought.

He ran his eyes over her curvy panty clad bottom. He had seen it plenty of times before, but not bent and stretched over his knee like this. It gave it a whole new look. He patted her and squeezed her several times. Then decided to stop with the wait. He pulled her panties down to join her pants at her knees. Buffy bit her lip and already felt tears forming. "Angel--" she started. She was so embarrassed and didn’t know why. He looked down at her, he could only see her blond hair but knew by the sound in her voice what she was feeling. "It’s just me Buffy. I want to do this. I want to watch you enjoy it."

Buffy managed to scoff, "So it’s not just for me then." Angel smirked.

"Yes, you need it too. But I don’t want you to be embarrassed, I’m very turned on by this, you don’t look shameful in any way." Buffy felt the tear drop and land on the carpet. He had read her mind.

The first slap came unexpected and landed hard and sharp on the undercurve of her bottom. Sucking up a breath she wiggled. He did it again in the same area then slapped the back of her thigh. Buffy cringed. "Ow!" she yelled as he hit the very center of her ass with a large strong hand. Buffy’s heart rate sped up and she was actually starting to get turned on. The wetness in between her legs could attest to that. She wiggled again and felt him hard and strong against her stomach. It felt good. Really, really good.

Suddenly he went rapid fire on her and started to land smacks all over her quickly reddening ass. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. The blows landed hard and fast and soon she started to try to dodge them. "Angel! Oh please! I won’t make jokes again! OW!!" Angel held her strongly and continued to rain down on her. He spanked her thighs for a while before he went back up to the top of her bottom and spanked there again. She was getting red all over and he was showing no signs of letting up. He moved back toward her thighs, getting everything in between. She bucked and squirmed and he was enjoying every minute of it. His erection could attest to that. "Say you’re sorry," he ordered, stopping spanking to hear it. Buffy was grateful for the break on her throbbing behind. It was stinging and she so wanted to get up and rub it; to be in any position but this one. "I’m sorry!" she yelled between sobs. She liked it but it hurt like hell. He gave her a good hard one on her left cheek. "Again," he instructed. "I’m sorry!" she yelled again.

Again, he slapped the same area watching her ass swell with the pain. "I’M SORRY!" she screeched. Angel made her give him 10 more I’m sorry’s before he let her go. Falling to the floor on her stomach she sobbed and stayed there. "Buffy, don’t tell me you didn’t like that?" He was so hard and horny he could have fucked a tree at this point and get total satisfaction. After all, he didn’t know if she would be willing to do anything else with him now.

Sniffing she managed to get to her knees. Angel helped her up and she pulled up her clothes, inching her pants over her swollen, aching butt. "OW," she hissed feeling the tightness of her clothes press on her soreness. "I’m going to get you back for this," she said. Angel smiled and wiped tears from her face. "Promise?" he asked. Buffy was horny and the bulge in Angels pants showed that he was the same way. She knew a way to get him back right now. "I have to go," she said going to get her jacket. She flinched when she bent to get it. "Buffy," he called blocking her way to the door. "Please, can you stay for a little while longer?"

Buffy loved the moment when he tried to get her to stay. She grabbed him through his pants and saw his eyes snap shut, a moan escaping him. "Sorry Angel, I can’t. You ‘ll have to deal without me." His eyes flew back open. She kissed him and moved around him to the door. She turned and looked at him again, he looked truly speechless. "Are you gonna jack off Angel?" He looked embarrassed but nonetheless happy to hear her talk dirty. "Do I have a choice?"

Buffy looked deep in thought. "Well, you could wait for me to come back and I can do it for you?" His mouth dropped open but no sound came out.

"But then, that’s up to you. Think about it." With that said she winked at him and left the apartment. Angel could barely compose himself.

"Can you give me a time frame!" He called out. But of course she couldn’t hear him. He grabbed himself and squeezed. How was he going to wait until she got back? He could cheat. Do it and then have her give him one when she came back. The thought appealed to him. He went and laid down on his bed. He thought about what he had just done with her, it made him even harder.

He released himself from his pants, he had no choice.

Buffy walked to the Library. She felt her bite marks, they were already healing. She had told Giles and the gang that she let Angel feed off her sometimes, it was the Vampire equivalent of safe sex. He would come when he drank from her. They bought it and seemed to not bother her about it anymore, she was glad she didn’t have to hide the marks. She smiled when she thought about the position she had left him in. She would check out Giles, probably patrol, check in with mom and go back. It was Friday so Mom wouldn’t be ragging on her. She knew all about Angel so she didn’t have to lie there.

Her backside was still hurting and even though she allowed him to do it she was mad. It gave her a tingly happy, yes, but she wanted to get even. He’s tied me up and spanked me, time for me to get some revenge, she thought an evil smile crossing her lips.

Time to have a little fun.

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