Author: Terri sneha703@hotmail.com/ Hope CputrBug@aol.com
Summary: Au world. Men rule it, women are slaves. But what happens
when Buffy and Angelus meet.
Spoilers: None
Distribution: Want it? You make me blush...but you still have to ask
me.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, ....sorry.
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PART 10
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Angelus walked toward his suite slowly, taking the time to let go of
his anger toward Darla. He felt a little twinge of guilt about
sending her to Miss Edith's. It was one of the higher class brothels
in the city, but still far below the standard Darla had lived the
last 15 years. Maybe this was the best thing for everyone: he and
Buffy could would be able to be together without Darla's
interference, Darla's favorite pastime had always been sex, something
she was going to get plenty of now and the residents of the city got
a very talented whore. He guessed it was what she deserved.....she
should understand where she stands in the world, not as a queen.
He opened the door to his room and stopped short at the sight that
awaited him. His fantasy of her earlier didn't do justice to the
reality. Buffy was lying naked in his bed and had apparently fallen
asleep waiting for him. She lay on her stomach, her long golden
hair and pale skin a striking contrast against the black silk
sheets. The top sheet rode down just to her hips, showing the smooth
expanse of her back and the luscious curve where her lower back met
her rear. Angelus walked forward quietly to take a closer look at
her. Her long lashes made crescent shadows on her cheeks and Angelus
gently moved a strand of hair that covered her face. He leaned down
and placed a soft kiss to her cheek then turned and headed for the
shower.
He stood under the dual shower heads and tried to clear his mind of
everything save the innocent, gorgeous girl in his bed. It was time
to move things along with her, but it had to be done right. He did
not want her to fear him or be hesitant in any way. It was important
to him that she trusted him not to hurt her. This would take some
restraint on his part. He normally deflowered his slaves according
to whatever mood he was in at the time. Their feelings or pain had
meant very little to him. Even though they eventually learned to
enjoy sex with him, there were a few who he had treated roughly their
first time that practically begged him not to call on them. They
were content to serve him in other ways: drawing his bath, cooking
his meals or running his errands. But it didn't matter to him, he
had never lacked for a warm body in his bed when he wanted one. Now
it did matter - he wanted Buffy to crave being with him, to want him
to touch her in any way he wished. The best way to ensure that was
to take her gently, to coax her pleasure, and to be patient with her
natural shyness by introducing her slowly to his carnal desires.
Angelus finished his shower and toweled off, forgoing the robe and
walking back into his room. He stood at the foot of the bed and just
watched her; her breathing was soft and even. Her lips were open
slightly and Angelus nearly groaned when that pink little tongue that
he had fantasized about came out to moisten her lips. She shifted a
little then settled back into the sheets, the top sheet slipping down
to reveal more of her creamy flesh. Angelus decided he couldn't wait
any more. He desperately wanted to see all of her. Grabbing a
handful of the sheet, he slowly tugged it down and away from her
body, licking his lips in anticipation as her body was revealed inch
by glorious inch.
He dropped the sheet to the floor and knelt at the foot of the bed,
his eyes never leaving her. She looked so tiny in his big bed,
almost like a child. But she wasn't a child, she was a 20-year-old
woman and she was his. He leaned over and nuzzled against the bottom
of her foot stroking her calves with his large hands. He lifted one
of her feet and kissed her instep lightly. Buffy made a little sigh
and her toes wiggled. Amused by this, Angelus sipped her little toe
into his mouth and sucked it gently. He stopped when Buffy made a
little sound, but then continued when she didn't wake. He sucked the
toes of both feet and loved the soft cooing sounds she was making as
she slowly started to awaken. His hands stroked the back of her legs
with a firm, but gentle touch. He applied a light pressure to the
inside of her knees and parted her legs enough to lie in between. He
moved up the bed to nuzzle the back of her knees and plant kisses to
her pulse points there. Buffy squirmed under his touch as his hands
crept from her thighs to rub the smooth flesh of her buttocks. He
kneaded the soft globes and she gasped in surprise as she woke
fully. Buffy started to move away but Angelus placed a hand on the
small of her back.
"No, just lie still," he said quietly stroking her flank soothingly
"An-Angelus?" she questioned, afraid of what his plans might be.
He'd been extremely gentle with her so far, but he was known for his
unpredictable temperament.
"Shhh," he said then he slipped his hand under her body, palming her
lower belly. He raised her hips and placed a pillow under her.
Angelus could feel the tension in her body. She was frightened. She
didn't trust him yet…hopefully by the end of the night she would.
Buffy wanted to question what he was doing but considered her
vulnerable position: lying naked and prone on his bed with her
bottom elevated and her legs spread wide. No, she was in no position
to question him and maybe make him angry. He had swatted her rear
when she had displeased him during their first encounter. It had
stung and shocked her; she was pretty sure she did not want a repeat…
or worse.
Buffy wriggled as Angelus placed wet, sucking kisses to her bottom.
Chuckling softly he asked, "What's wrong, Buffy?"
"It tickles," she said stifling a giggle.
"My sweet girl is ticklish?"
"A little."
"Hmmm," he replied, "I'll keep that in mind." Angelus slipped a
finger into the crevice between her cheeks and she flinched as his
finger came in contact with her back passage. He massaged the tiny
hole with the pad of his finger and watched with amusement as Buffy
tensed and squirmed under him. "Tickles?" he asked.
"Um…no," she answered, "just sensitive, I guess."
"Mmm, yes," he said, "scared?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"You don't have to fear me, Buffy. Ever. I'm not going to hurt
you." She didn't know what to say, so she remained quiet. When she
felt something warm and wet against her sex, she let out a surprised
gasp. She quickly realized what he had done.
Angelus gave her another long, sensuous lick the tip of his tongue
flicking against her tight vaginal opening. He dipped his head lower
and captured her little nubbin between his lips, swirling his tongue
around it. Buffy made a little mewling sound and he could feel her
clitoris swelling against his tongue. He sucked on it lightly and
was pleased when Buffy's hips arched up giving him further access.
He held her closer and began to explore her, teasing her inner folds
until he could taste her tangy sweet juices flowing freely. He
pushed her legs farther apart, exposing more of her tender flesh and
pushed his tongue into her tight heat. Buffy whimpered at the new
sensation and her legs began to tremble when he thrust his tongue in
and out of her body. Buffy clenched the pillow in her hands and
buried her face to muffle her cries. Her hips rocked involuntarily
and Angelus rubbed her clitoris in time with the movements she made.
He continued to lick and swirl his tongue inside her tight channel as
he massaged her little bud. Buffy's body went completely rigid
beneath his hands and she screamed into her pillow as a powerful
orgasm surged through her. When her body went limp, Angelus lifted
her hips and removed the pillow then rolled her onto her back.
He knelt between her spread legs and took a moment to admire the
view. His young lover was spread out on his bed, gloriously naked;
slightly moist with sweat her skin shimmered in the candlelight.
She was panting, still trying to recover from her orgasm and he
smiled when he saw that her little nipples were standing up begging
for attention. Unable to resist, he leaned over her and kissed the
smooth silky skin of her breasts then licked her nipples. Buffy's
eyes blinked open and she looked down at his dark head. She felt
awkward just lying there while he touched her so intimately. She
longed to run her fingers through his thick hair, to feel the silky
strands in her hands, but was afraid to touch him without
permission.
Angelus laid his large frame over her small body, keeping his weight
on his elbows and knees. He concentrated on her breasts, kneading
them with gentle hands and teasing them with his lips and tongue.
Buffy whimpered at his touch, the warmth that was pooling in her
belly started to spread as he suckled her breasts and stroked her
belly and thighs.
"Bring your knees up, love," he said and Buffy moved her legs to
cradle his big body. Her eyes roamed over his broad shoulders and
she ached to touch him. She had to grip handfuls of the sheets to
stop herself.
Angelus placed small kisses along her chest and up to her neck. He
traced his tongue along the shell of her ear and kissed the sensitive
skin beneath it. Buffy couldn't restrain herself any longer; she had
to touch him. "Angelus," she whispered, which came out in a breathy
voice.
He raised his head to look at her in concern. Had he hurt her
somehow? He'd been as gentle as he knew how to be and she hadn't
seemed to be in any pain. "What is it, baby?"
"M-may I touch you?"
Angelus gave her a sideways smile and looked into her eyes. He
couldn't get over just how beautiful she was and the thought of her
small, soft little hands on his body made him want her even more. He
kissed her gently, and said, "Yes, sweet…you can touch me any way you
want. When it's just us like this, you don't have to ask." He
closed his eyes as he felt her little fingers in his hair, scraping
her nails lightly over his scalp.
Shifting his weight to one side, Angelus' fingers traced a heated
path down her belly. He playfully wriggled a finger in her navel and
smiled when he heard the sweet giggle she couldn't contain. He
continued his exploration, stroking the soft hair on her mound before
slipping lower and parting the folds of her sex. He was pleased to
find that she was lushly wet and he spread her moisture over her
clitoris, rubbing the swollen little bud with light circles.
"Ohhh," she breathed as the tingling pleasure spread throughout her
lower body. She widened her legs and arched her hips into his hand,
seeking more of his touch.
"Do you like that?" he whispered into her ear.
"Mmmmm," she replied and he smiled down at her watching her face as
her pleasure built. Angelus eased a finger into her virginal passage
and stifled a groan when her inner muscles clenched around it. She
was so tight, so tiny, it was going to be wonderful and,
unfortunately, very painful when he finally did breach her. He
kissed her neck and the top of her breasts as he added a second
finger into her, probing her gently. Buffy whimpered at the
stretching pressure, then moaned out loud when his thumb began to rub
her swollen bud again. Buffy arched into his hand as the climax hit
her and cried out when Angelus pushed in a third finger.
"Shhh, it's all right," he murmured in her ear. He continued to
gently fill her with his fingers, while he kissed and nibbled on her
neck and breasts. Pressing his fingers against the swollen bump
inside her tight channel, he rubbed his thumb firmly across her
clitoris. Buffy's hips bucked involuntarily as another orgasm
crashed over her.
Angelus removed his fingers and settled in between her legs. Buffy's
breathing hitched when she felt the hard, velvety tip of his penis
rubbing against her sex. She explored the soft skin of his back with
her hands, stroking softly from his shoulders to his rear. She
raised her head and kissed him tentatively. He smiled down at her
and kissed her back, coaxing her lips apart and flicking his tongue
against hers. Enraptured by his kiss, Buffy didn't notice at first
that he had stopped rubbing against her. She gasped into his mouth
when she felt the head of his sex entering her. Angelus continued to
kiss her, hoping to distract her from the pain. He continued to
gently push his way into her untried channel and felt his heart
constrict when he looked down at her and saw the tears in her eyes.
He knew he was hurting her, but there was no way to stop it.
Buffy's grip on his back tightened as the searing pain went through
her. It felt as though he was tearing her apart and she couldn't
hold back the tears any longer. She tried to move away, to get out
from under him some how, but he was so much larger than her and she
couldn't move. He had made her feel so wonderful before and now she
was paying for that bliss with excruciating pain. A sob escaped her
when he was fully seated in her body, the burning and stinging pain
threatening to make her faint.
Angelus didn't move once he was completely engulfed in her warm, wet
body. He brushed the tears from her cheeks and kissed her gently.
He could feel her little body trying desperately to accommodate his
size. He didn't think he had torn her, he would check later to make
sure. When she quieted under him after several long minutes, he
began to rock inside her as slowly and gently as he could. Her grip
on him loosened a little and she stopped crying.
Buffy whimpered under him as he moved within her. The pain had lost
it's sharpness and was now just a dull ache in her belly. She knew
he had tried not to hurt her, and she knew also that he could have
done things much differently if he had wanted to. He was trying to
be gentle and she was grateful for it. She traced the smooth muscles
of his shoulders and back with her hands, determined to focus on the
softness of his lips kissing her throat, her breasts rather than the
ache in her core.
Angelus slid a hand under her bottom and lifted her hips in rhythm to
his strokes. "Move with me, love," he whispered to her and was
pleased when she followed his lead. "That's my good girl, that's
right…just like that," Angelus groaned. Buffy brought her hips up to
meet his and realized she had something else to focus on now. The
new angle of his thrusts were brushing against her clitoris, causing
little jolts of pleasure to mix in with the pain. The warmth she had
felt in her belly earlier flared again and started to spread through
her body.
He was reveling in the liquid heaat that engulfed him. He'd been
with scores of women but none before had been like this. She was
perfect. Not only beautiful and intelligent, but sweet and
passionate. Angelus lost himself in the warm stroking of her hands
on his back, and her soft kisses on his shoulders. He looked down at
her and saw, not the pain of earlier, but building passion in her
eyes. Angelus reached down to fondle her swollen clitoris and he
could feel her inner muscles clench around him.
Unable to hold back any longer, he increased the force of his thrusts
and was thankful that Buffy was in the moment enough with him to meet
those thrusts. They moved together racing toward a blinding climax.
"Angelus!" Buffy cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed her and
Angelus lost his control when her sex contracted, squeezing him
rhythmically. They held onto each other as the storm raged in their
blood and when it ebbed they were lost in each other's eyes.
Angelus pulled her body close to his and rolled over on his back,
settling her on top of him. Buffy snuggled into the crook of his
neck and wrapped her arms around him. He stroked her hair, thinking
it reminded him of spun gold in the candlelight. He kissed her
forehead and bent his head to look at her face. "Buffy…are you
alright?"
"Mmmm…tired," she said sleepily. He smiled and cuddled her closer.
"Sleep, baby…we'll talk more tomorrow."
Angelus lay there contentedly as he heard Buffy fall fast asleep,
snoring lightly as she drifted into the night.
He stayed like that for a while reliving his moments with his pet,
then slowly drifted to sleep as darkness swallowed him as well.
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"Master Angelus, I have been sent here by my lord Ciiterc to announce
the royal ball on behalf of his name. My lord has asked you, Master
Angelus, to attend this ball. Shall I send him back an agreement or
denial." The young, brunette girl sat down back on her heels as she
awaited the answer.
"Tell your master that I agree, but make sure this ball is thoroughly
suitable unlike last time." Angelus proclaimed.
The lady got up and walked to the doors and disappeared through the
main doors.
Angelus sighed, got up of his chair, and walked up the huge stairs
that led to his master bedroom. 'Another ball.... I do not wish to
go, but I have to keep up my status in the PRA or I will be pushed
down. My plans for my beloved will just have to be delayed'
He opened the door to his room and searched for her, his Buffy, but
she was nowhere to be seen. He commanded for one of his slaves to
locate Buffy at once and he was led toward the library. He entered
through the beautiful handcrafted doors and saw Buffy sitting in one
of his dark brown leather chairs reading one of his novels. He
strolled toward her slyly without notice, picked her up, and set her
on his own lap.
Buffy was startled.
"What are you doing, love?" Angelus asked with that certain look in
his eyes.
"Oh..um.. I was reading the Situain Chronicles from your collection"
Buffy said as she snapped out of her stare and carefully shut the
book she was reading. She set the book carefully on the small table
besides her with antiques sowings stitched into it.
"Well, you can continue later, we have places to go, darling, and I'm
sure your more than willing to go" Angelus proclaimed as he delivered
a short sweet kiss to Buffy's long denied lips and pinched her
nipples which poked out through the light cotton dress she was
currently wearing. Buffy shivered and gave a short pant. At the sexy
smirk Angelus gave her, she continued. "Yes, um, where are we going,
exactly?" she asked.
"Don't worry, pet, you'll find out." Angelus said, then suddenly
turned his head in the direction of the doors and yelled, "MYA!!"
A few moments later, a short red hair woman scurried into the room,
and pantingly said, "Yes Master Angelus, what can I do for you?"
"Mya, take Buffy and fit her into a correct dress for tonight,"
Angelus ordered. "Of course Master Angelus." The young lady than
grabbed Buffy's hand while Angelus hoisted her up off his lap.
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The dress sparkled as it slid down over Buffy in separate parts. The
dress was a wonderful burgundy color and the top piece resided around
two inches below her breasts, while the skirt rested low on her hips.
Buffy slipped on her matching burgundy thin heels, as the others
fixed her hair. Buffy's hair was left down and curled inward at the
ends. Buffy applied a short amount make-up with a smooth black
eyeliner and slight blush. She put on a light shade of lipstick and
checked herself once more in the floor-length mirror.
As Buffy ascended down the steps, she set her eyes upon Angelus. He
was wearing a red Italian silk shirt and a set of gorgeous black
pants. He completed his ensemble with a black cashmere coat. Angelus
offered his hand to Buffy and quickly settled his mouth firmly on
hers. He gently opened her mouth and probed his tongue inside; his
tongue mimicking what his fingers would be doing if it were the time
to. Even though, he could still feel Buffy's juices starting to slide
down her thigh. Angelus was about to take Buffy back to his bed when
he came back to reality and was reminded again of where he was going
to be that night. Mya then scrambled into the room and presented a
beautiful back mink coat to Buffy.
Buffy gasped, "Is that for..me?" Buffy gently touched the soft fur of
the coat and let her hand drift along the arm of it.
"Well, of course it is. A beauty such as yourself could only receive
such a gift from those who care," Angelus said with a glint in his
eyes.
Buffy blushed and turned her head and she was helped into her coat.
"Come on darling, we have a long ride in front of us." Angelus
proclaimed as he took Buffy's hand and led her out of the gigantic
mansion.
The black limousine reflected the wonderful gold lights by the
fountain as it pulled up in front of the doors and opened for its
guests. Angelus led Buffy inside and seated them both before the
doors closed. Inside, a small black marble table, which looked to be
a mini bar was found and two flutes of wine were already, set
awaiting them.
The glass that separated the driver from Angelus and Buffy was such a
dark shade that not even light could penetrate it. It seemed as if
the only way communication was to be made to the front was by the
little phone by the doorway.
As the car turned and started to move, the flash of diamonds from
Buffy's collar could be seen as it reflected against the glass. "Such
a beautiful site, " Angelus said, suddenly. "Excuse me, " Buffy said,
feeling a blush spread to her cheeks when she realized that he was
not talking about the set of jewels on her throat. Angelus slowly set
a finger and gently brought Buffy's face toward himself. "A gorgeous
site indeed," Angelus proclaimed. Buffy stared into his eyes and was
surprised to see such high level of lust that had settle there. Buffy
shifted her legs because of the sudden heat that had reached there.
The change in seating brought attention to her clit as she
unknowingly put more pressure on her aching core. Angelus noticed her
continuous shifting and immediately knew his pet's problem. Angelus
brought down a single hand and slipped it in-between Buffy's
trembling thighs under her skirt. He gently teased her engorged clit
and her nub. Buffy started shaking uncontrollably and was in fear of
completely losing it. She was still fairly new to sex and the wait
was driving her crazy. Buffy expected to be fucked quickly and be
brought the fullness she desperately needed, but to her surprise,
Angelus took his hand out of her knees and brought them to his mouth.
He gently sucked on each digit, but before he got to his last finger,
Buffy took his hand and gave much attention to the one finger.
Angelus groaned and suddenly slid down next to Buffy's thighs as
gracefully and pried her knees open. Buffy let out a short pant as
she awaited her king's next move. Angelus brought his mouth to her
juncture and gently took a lick over her clit. He then started
sucking on her delicate morsel as he heard Buffy cries of
pleasure. "Please.....Angelus...," Buffy panted as she was achingly
close to climax. Angelus took the morsel and bit down gently with his
teeth as his face was covered with her juices. He continued his
assault on her until he heard her soft sigh and felt her go limp in
his arms.
Angelus slid up to Buffy's slightly parted lips and brought his own
down to hers. He gently kissed her mouth and cleaned her up as he
saw, from the corner of his eye, Ciiterc's mansion.
"Come on darling, we're here," Angelus said. Buffy lifted her eyes
open and dreamily stared at Angelus until the meaning of his words
got to her. The doors opened revealing a beautiful crimson rug
surrounded by gardens. 'Ciiterc was always known for his gardens, too
bad I'm quite not interested in it as much as he and his slaves seem
to be' Angelus thought as he saw, in the far left, the almost exact
copy of the hanging gardens of Babylon themselves. 'Always set to
impress' Angelus once again contempted.
Angelus took Buffy's hands, and made his way up the stairs into the
main room. Buffy expected a repeat of what she first saw when she met
her master, Angelus, but was quite surprised to not find that, but
something very different. Buffy had always knew that Angelus was one
of the more highly praised leaders as she lived throughout his home,
but she didn't know how big. 'Angelus seems to be more than one of
the best' Buffy thought as she looked around the room.
An enormous oak table filled the center of the room with high chairs
that related to the gothic times and men ranging from young to
desperately old. Beautiful tapestries surround the inside walls, and
statues taller than Angelus himself. The colors gold and red were set
for this evening blending in together so desperately well like an oil-
based painting. Suddenly a man appeared for behind the head chair,
looking to be about 50 years or so. "Gentlemen, please take your
seats," He said. Angelus lead Buffy from the entrance inside to see
more of the gigantic room. They sauntered over to one of the head
chairs and sat down. Buffy stood behind Angelus quietly examining
more of her surroundings.
The man once again began to speak as soon as all of the men and
their...slav....women were ready. " I am Lord Ciiterc, head of the
remaining house of PRA practice 2. During this meeting many problems
are too be faced and so we called upon all of you, some of the most
respected men of this nation," Ciiterc stole Angelus a glance, "But
before that....I am reading to show you our....beginning
performances."
Buffy had no idea what Lord Ciiterc meant by "beginning
performances", worried that it was something that she couldn't or
didn't want to be apart of, Buffy looked at Angelus with not fear but
uncertainty in her eyes. Angelus spoke through his eyes, those
hypnotic eyes that told her everything but nothing, he showed no sign
of worry or confusion himself. He looked bored and didn't seem to
expect to know what was happening himself.
Suddenly as fast as the eye can blink, a stage appeared on the left
side of the table. Out came 5 gorgeous black heads performing a
tradition African dance. Dance after dance beautiful women, those
exotic and those gorgeous, came and went leaving a wonderful dance in
their footsteps.
The music exploded and the last sounds that were heard were the
tapping of the retreating dancers. As the stage disappeared some
whispered, clapped, and silence, but the antique wineglasses stayed
occupied with the same amount of liquid that had been served. No one
was foolish enough to trust anyone in the PRA; they were all lying
bastards.
Buffy stayed mesmerized at what she saw. 'Slaves, that's what
everyone knows they are…. what have I been doing?.... I have been
abandoning my values surrendering to passion. I am not a slave; after
all I have seen how can I admit I am. I am not a slave, but then what
am I?' Buffy thought.
Angelus picked up his wineglass and daringly took a sip with such
confidence all eyes were on him. Everyone seemed to be waiting for
his response. But before he could respond, the doors burst open and
in came Ethan...Ethan Crane.
"Ethan!" Lord Ciiterc bombarded. "What are you doing
here?!" "Ciiterc," Ethan barked. " I am here to share my "problems"
of course," He spit out. Buffy was beyond confusion. 'Who is this
Ethan guy? Why does he and everyone else seem to be despised toward
each other?' Buffy was curious and needed to find out. She took a
glance toward Angelus and saw a hard facade set upon him. He seemed
angry, but why? Buffy was tempted to whisper in Angelus's ear and
demand to know an answer, but chose to be quiet.
A man in his early 30's stood up from his occupied space on one of
the high chairs and spoke, "Ethan Crane, not a lord yet. What
happened.......no "slaves" would join your so-called rebellion?!"
Everyone laughed except Angelus and Buffy. 'Rebellion?' Buffy
thought. " I have a right to speak! I may not be a PRA, but I have
the right," Ethan shot back. Lord Ciiterc chose to speak again, " And
why do you have the "right" to speak again, because you are a male,
thought to be dominating but you should be cast out as a worthless
slave lower than the women......you want to be the leader to their
freedom.....face it Ethan...they don't need it." Buffy needed answers
now, so she asked Angelus, "Angelus what is all this."
"Angelus not you too, what happened to the "master" bit, allowing
your pet to be important than others. Is the mighty Angelus next to
turn weak?" A fool spoke up, a fool who was about to die. "What did
you say!,' Angelus roared. Buffy jumped back in surprise. "I am no
weakling, fool, she is my pet, nothing more and if I wish for her to
address me Angelus than I shall, she will do whatever I say!?!"
Angelus yelled. Buffy turned angrier by the minute until she couldn't
handle it anymore. "That's it, I have a right to say whatever I want,
Angelus, all of you, I am not a fucking dog meant to be behind anyone
else," Buffy shouted. Everything in the room turned quiet, the only
sounds that were heard was the panting of Angelus and Buffy, even
Ciiterc and Ethan made no a sound.
Ethan could only stare, stare at the beauty that had just expressed
everything he stands for. He can make her wants, her dreams come
true. 'She's perfect, the "woman" of Angelus wants to rebel, she
wants better, and I will be there for her. She, all the others, and I
will change everything. I am important, my ideas are important, I
will make sure everyone knows that.' Ethan thought, transfixed by
what he just witnessed.
Never had anyone shouted to their master, never had they disobeyed
that intentionally in front of others, especially the PRA and "lived"
to tell. Angelus, shocked by his little spit fire, was ready to
become the vicious, rapacious man he has always been known to be. He
was ready to shout throughout the mansion and make it vibrate,
instead his eyes turned ice cold and was directed to Buffy. He could
not lose it, ' She just wants to test me' Angelus thought. "Buffy, I
suggest you be quiet," He hissed through his clenched teeth. Buffy
figured out that her outburst was a bad move, and so shut her mouth.
She couldn't help, all the things that happened tonight about her
forgetting her morals, everything caused her to burst, she was
stubborn, that would never change.
Lord Ciiterc spoke up, " I suggest I should meet with all the PRA
members in the next room, ...now" Angelus, with one last look at
Buffy walked toward the next room without a look back. He was not
used to outbursts, all women loved him, dammit, what the hell? He
wanted to pound something, fast.
As Angelus disappeared through the doors with the other members on
his heel, Buffy turned and found herself within a foot of Ethan
himself. "Who are you," she said. "Hello My lady, my name is Ethan
Crane." He started, " I see that you and your um master had some
disagreements." He pointed out.
"I'm sorry sir," Buffy said putting on her polite face, "but I don't
believe it is any of your business."
"Of course not." He casually replied " I am just stating the fact
that he and not to mention everyone else were shocked that you spoke
your mind, he seemed to believe you should and would follow by his
rules always"
Buffy stopped for a minute. "I'm not his slave." She replied.
"I never said you were, " Ethan leaned back and knew he was getting
somewhere here.
" I am like you Buffy, I care for everyone. Women truly have no
outstanding place in this world. Haven't you ever felt as if you were
trapped into a shell, not allowed to show the world who you really
are. Haven't you ever felt you stand on the world and everyone would
apprise you. Tell me Buffy have you ever had dreams as a child, a
vision perhaps." Ethan seductively shed his words upon the quiet
Buffy. He could see the worlds traveling through her ears down to her
heart and back into her brain.
"Yes, " she quietly spoke. "I've had dreams, but everyone had always
said to distinguish those views because no one in the world would
care." Buffy said as she realized what the man has been trying to
tell her. "How...what can you do about such things!" Buffy lashed out
at the man who spoke of such things that made Buffy yearn.
" I guide all those women who are in need and want to rule. I was
apart of the PRA long ago. I had a friend, ironically, Ciiterc
actually. One day he had invited me into his home, back then I didn't
think of slaves or even really cared about their roles. The abuse I
witnessed once I entered his home, the things I saw, they shook
me...I knew things had to be different. It is true, Buffy..." Ethan
sighed. ".....The PRA hate me as does Angelus. I care...unlike
everyone else in the world.....I care...and I've been trying to state
my point, but no one else knows...they know nothing about everything
in their petty world." Ethan stated.
Buffy stood there dumbstruck. ' This man knows.....I can't believe
I've forgotten everything I've held on to so dearly. I would have
joined this man centuries ago if I had known. Key word being
*would* ..every since I met Angelus I've taken up different views,
but which ones should I stick to?'
Ethan saw the confusing look on the beautiful woman's' face and took
out a card from his breast pocket. "Here Buffy, this is my
card........the scribbled markings on the back are where you can find
me. When you change your mind, come....we will be waiting." Ethan
said. He then took Buffy's hand and kissed it without care and
turned, leaving through the main doors. Buffy looked back down at her
card. 'What am I going to do?'
Buffy waited in silence until she heard the doors that sealed Angelus
inside open.
Chapter 12
NOTES: Chapter 12 deals with the following:
S&M, voyerism, and oral sex.
!~Be Warned~!
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Buffy fidgeted in her seat as the limousine wound its way toward
home. She glanced over and looked at Angelus again. He hadn't
spoken since they left the hall, just continued to stare out the
window. He was angry, it was obvious by the way his jaw muscles
clenched and the icy look in his eyes. She was pretty confident that
her outburst at dinner had been the cause. He'd been nothing but
gentle with her since he became her master, but if the look on his
face was any indication,something was about to change.
The limousine stopped in front of Angelus' estate and he quickly
exited the vehicle, leaving Buffy to fend for herself. She got out
of the car and followed him inside and up the staircase. She closed
the door behind her as she watched him toss his jacket on the chair
and pace around the room. She sat on the bed and started to remove
her shoes.
"No," he said quietly.
"What?" she replied, confused.
"I don't want you in here right now. In fact,..... I don't want to
see you at all for at least a few days," he said, his voice sounding
cold to her ears.
Buffy looked at him in shock. Since her arrival, Angelus had
insisted that she spend every night in his bed. Now, he was
banishing her because she spoke her mind at dinner? "I don't
understand. What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?!" Angelus asked, incredulous that she had no
idea what she had done. "Where would you like me to start, Buffy?
You are supposed to be my mate and you embarrassed me in front of
nearly everyone I know…making me a laughingstock because I
can't "control" my pet?! And you want to know what's wrong with
me?!" He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. 'God what
is wrong with me' Part of him wanted to drag her down to the chamber
and show her just exactly who was master and who was slave.
"So, you don't like what I said…I'm sorry but it's how I feel. I
didn't ask for this…it was a deal between you and my father, I had no
choice." At the hurt look on his face, she added, "It's not that I'm
unhappy exactly, but I don't want to be your "pet" forever…I'd rather
be your ..equal."
"That's not going to happen, Buffy. Society will not allow a woman
to have equal say…it just isn't done. And it's especially not done
by me. I am your master…you need to understand your place. All you
need to concern yourself with is doing what I tell you, when I tell
you and how I tell you."
Buffy stared at him remembering those words from their first
encounter in the revealing parlor when he gave her the collar. She
thought she would be able to follow them, but now she wasn't
sure. "Whatever. Look, can we just go to sleep and talk about this
tomorrow?"
"No," Angelus said, "We're done talking. Go to your room, Buffy."
"I want to stay here with you," she said softly. It hurt that he
wanted to be rid of her.
"No, you really don't. If you stay with me tonight, I can't
guarantee that I won't give in to my anger and punish you. I
promised myself I wouldn't hurt you like that Buffy, but if you stay
here tonight I'm pretty sure it's a promise I won't be able to keep.
Get out and go to your own room. I'll call for you when I've dealt
with some things about this."
Buffy stood and walked to the door. "I can not be the sorry for the
way I feel......but I am sorry that you're hurt." She closed the
door swiftly behind her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It had been three days, and Angelus had not called for her. Buffy
paced in her room debating with herself whether she should wait for
him to call her or go to him and beg forgiveness. She should not
have blurted her feelings out in front of the PRA, exposing Angelus
to ridicule. She should have discussed it with him privately
instead. But she couldn't help herself, the way they treated women
was just so degrading! Regardless, Angelus was still her master and
they had been growing so much closer, not only physically but
emotionally, she needed to make things right with him. Buffy walked
out of her room and stopped in front of Angelus' door. Taking a deep
breath, she turned the handle.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Angelus lay his head back on the chair cushion and groaned with
pleasure. He'd forgotten just how talented this girl was at
fellatio. He stroked the dark curly hair and looked down at the
young woman who was pleasuring him. She cast her dark brown eyes up
at him as she swirled her tongue over the tip of his erection. He
cupped the back of her head and pushed it back down, closing his eyes
as the warmth of her mouth engulfed him. "All…take it all," he
said.
He couldn't help but watch as the girl, Faith, deep-throated him and
he could feel her throat muscles squeeze the head of his penis. Gods
she was fantastic at this. If he hadn't deflowered her himself, he
would have thought her a high-class whore. But Faith had been a
virgin when he had acquired her, though not quite as innocent as
Buffy. Faith had never been penetrated until her first night with
Angelus, but she had been schooled quite well in oral pleasure long
before that. Angelus insisted on virgin girls, but occasionally it
didn't hurt to pick one with some experience. Buffy was still
hesitant about pleasuring him this way, her inexperience though
sweet, was sometimes a chore and he had to take the lead and give her
instruction. She was a quick learner, but still very shy with him.
Faith never knew the meaning of the word `shy' even when she was
virginal, and Angelus really didn't want to think about anything this
night except the warm mouth sucking him eagerly. He felt his orgasm
building and tilted his head back as the heat spread through his
body. He could hear Faith moan softly as she swallowed his seed.
Then he heard a startled gasp and opened his eyes to see Buffy
standing in the doorway, obviously stunned by what she had walked in
on. Faith continued to attend to him, licking his softening member
until she had cleaned him thoroughly and Angelus didn't stop her.
When she had finished he tilted her face up and smiled at her. "That
was wonderful, Faith…as usual. You can go now."
"Yes, Master," Faith answered with a seductive smile and sauntered
past Buffy and out of the room.
Angelus leaned back in his chair and looked at his pet. He could see
that her face was flushed, but he wasn't sure if it was caused by
embarrassment or maybe something else. "Is there something you
wanted, Buffy?"
Buffy just stared at him, not sure what she was feeling at the
moment. She was stunned speechless to walk in and find him with
someone else. Her stomach lurched with the twin sensations of
jealousy and nausea. But then she chided herself…of course there
were other lovers. Darla had been his bed partner for almost 10
years. It was just that he hadn't been with any of the others since
her arrival…or, maybe he had. Gods this whole situation was making
her sick! "I…um…I thought we should talk."
"Hmm. Well, I told you I would call for you when I was ready to
talk. I don't remember calling for you, so why are you in here? The
master summons the slave, not the other way around. Surely you know
that much." Angelus knew he was being a bastard toward her, but he
couldn't help himself. She needed to understand her place. She was
his pet, which meant that she was his favorite slave. That hadn't
changed, but she couldn't mouth off in front of everyone whenever she
got into a snit about something. Whether she agreed with the rules
and norms of society was insignificant. She would submit.
Buffy looked away from his dark brown eyes. "Yes, I know…" The look
of satisfaction on Faith's face as she had walked by had not been
lost on Buffy and it was eating away at her. He had said `wonderful…
as usual' which meant that this thing with Faith went on frequently.
Buffy clenched her teeth and tried to remind herself that most
masters had multiple lovers. It was the norm for the society they
lived in. But it shouldn't be that way, she thought to herself.
Angelus had given her a collar, a very expensive collar that
proclaimed her as his mate. To her, it meant that they belonged to
each other - with no others involved. But what did that mean to
him? Deciding that he probably couldn't get any angrier with her,
she decided to have it out once and for all. She looked up and
locked eyes with the man that owned her body and soul. "So, I take
it Faith comes here often?"
Angelus smirked at the tiny blonde, watching the heat color her
cheeks and the emerald flash of green in her angry gaze. "Yes, she's
been here for several years."
His answer was not what she wanted to hear. She reached up and
touched the collar around her neck. "Angelus, what does this mean
exactly?"
His eyes narrowed and he studied her, trying to determine where she
was going with the question. "It means you are my slave, my pet, my
mate."
"And how is that different than what Faith is?" she asked, leveling
her gaze with his.
"Faith is a slave, that is all that she is and all she ever will be.
You are my pet…but that is not all you will ever be. Someday, you
will also be the mother of my children. That is the difference.
None of the others will ever bear my child…only you."
Buffy was momentarily stunned speechless. Children? She hadn't even
thought about having children with him, and it occurred to her that
she was angry that he just assumed she would have them when he
decided it was time. She put her hands on her hips and glared at
him. "And if I don't want children with you?"
"Too bad. When you have fully matured in a few years, when you are
more woman than girl, you will carry my baby. What did you think
Buffy? I have done things much differently with you than with any of
my other slaves. I have denied my own urges to make sure that you
were treated with nothing but tenderness…known nothing from me but
affection. I did this because you will be with me for the rest of
your life, as my mate. Slaves come and go, they are either sold or
bartered for other things but mates…pets… are forever. You, Buffy,
are worth your weight in gold…literally. I was willing to pay your
father by the pound to have you and I am not giving you up, ever.
You will never be sold Buffy…you will never have another man in your
bed, or your body, except me."
Buffy let out an angry sigh. "Just so I'm clear…I can't be with
anyone but you, yet you can have sex with any and everyone you
choose." He quirked an eyebrow at her but nodded. She glared back
at him. "This is my body, yet you decide when I'm to become pregnant
and I have no recourse except to carry the child to term and raise it
however you determine?" Again, he nodded. Buffy continued, "And,
I'm not allowed to voice my objections to any of this?"
"That's correct. What happened earlier tonight will not happen
again. If you choose to embarrass me in public that way again, I
will discipline you and it won't be pleasant. You'll be lucky if
you'll be able to sit for at least a week afterward." Angelus
smirked at the thought of Buffy lying bare-assed over his knee as he
decorated her bottom with red streaks from his riding crop.
The anger she felt was consuming her. He thought he was going to
punish her? Not likely. She'd had enough of this master/slave
game. She whirled around and stormed out of his room and down the
hallway into her own. Throwing open her armoire doors she pulled out
some light-weight casual clothing and quickly changed. She stopped
in front of her vanity mirror and took a long look at herself. Her
eyes fixated on the sapphire and diamond collar that she had worn
continuously since her first encounter with Angelus. Fuming with
unspent anger, she grabbed it and tore it from her neck, throwing it
down on the floor. Buffy quietly crept down the hall and out the
doors of the estate.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?" Ethan Crane whimpered
into his carpeted floor. His hands were bound together and hooked to
a chain that was threaded into a leather collar around his neck and
attached to the floor. His knees were spread underneath him and his
bare ass was raised. He readied himself for the blow that he knew
was coming. His mistress didn't disappoint him, the wooden paddle
slammed into his raw flesh, stinging against his tender scrotum.
Ethan moaned in pain and pleasure. He desperately wanted to rub his
hard penis against the carpet to find some relief, but knew his
mistress would punish him severely if he spilt his seed before he was
given permission to do so.
Sensing that he was losing control, Ethan's mistress switched from
the paddle to the riding crop. She straddled his back and proceeded
to lash it across his buttocks while he writhed and whimpered
underneath her. "Do you like that, Ethan?"
"Gods, yes!" he cried as he felt her rub her naked, wet sex along his
spine. She thwacked him across the buttocks again as she ground down
on his body. "Do you want to come?"
"Oh, please, mistress…please," he begged. His Mistress, Morgana, was
a phenomenal Dominatrix who he had procured from Miss Edith's Place.
He had paid a premium price for her but he was not disappointed. She
kept him on the edge between pain and pleasure for hours at a time.
Tonight, they had been at this game for 3 hours and she really hadn't
even gotten started on him yet.
"No, I don't think it's time yet. I think you need to be taught a
few more lessons," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.
Ethan shivered in anticipation. Whenever she used that voice, he
knew he was in for a mind-blowing evening.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Buffy was shocked beyond belief when the door opened to reveal a tall
woman dressed in a black leather bodysuit that pushed her breasts up
so high they might have fallen out if she bent over. Buffy wondered
briefly if she could even bend over in that outfit. Skin-tight
wasn't adequate to describe how this clothing looked on her. The
woman, probably not too much older than Buffy herself, looked at the
tiny blonde curiously. "Yes, can I help you?"
"I-I'm here to see Ethan Crane," said Buffy, quite intimidated by the
woman who towered over her. "Is he available?"
"He's a little busy at the moment, but you are welcome to wait while
I tell him you are here. You don't look like Ethan's type…what's
your name, and in whose house do you reside?"
"My name, is Buffy and I'm from Master Angelus' house," she said
quietly, looking around as if she expected Angelus himself to jump
out at her. She had never left the estate unescorted before and was
sure once it was found that she had there would be Hell to pay.
The woman's eyebrows raised in surprise. She looked Buffy over
carefully, noting that the petite blond was immaculate, no bruises
and no apparent injuries. Master Angelus was known for his quick
temper and sometimes brutal treatment of his slaves. It was rumored
that he was not always so rough with them, they all obviously adored
him so there had to be some truth to the fact that he was an amazing
lover. He certainly had the body for it. Bringing her attention
back to Buffy she escorted her down the long hallway toward Ethan's
suite. She walked in ahead of Buffy to announce her arrival.
Buffy gasped in shock at what she saw when she entered the room.
Ethan and the woman he was with took no notice of her entrance, they
were too busy. Buffy gaped at the couple as she watched the woman
pull Ethan to the floor on his back and straddle his head.
"Lick me, now," the woman said and Buffy watched in amazement as
Ethan eagerly lapped at the open flesh just an inch from his face.
She felt her cheeks burning in embarrassment for walking into such an
intimate scene, but at the same time a completely different type of
burning was working it's way through her blood. She pictured Angelus
lying on the floor under her, sliding his tongue along her wet sex,
his hands bound the way Ethan's were now. Angelus had pleasured her
a few times with his tongue, but she had always been on her back and
he had always been in control. It was obvious that Ethan was not in
control of this scenario. The woman ground her sex onto his face,
and she moaned loudly apparently enjoying what he was doing. She
bent over and grabbed his erection, fisting it tightly and Ethan
cried out. "Suck my clit…suck it hard!" the woman commanded and then
she rocked her lower body on his face as her orgasm washed over her.
Buffy was rooted to the spot, lost in her fantasy of her and Angelus
playing out the very scene she was witnessing. The thought of her
beautiful, arrogant, dominant master being submissive to her commands
made her heart race and her panties wet.
Buffy was jolted back to the scene when she heard Ethan
whimper, "Please mistress, may I? Oh please!" She watched as the
woman jerked Ethan's penis roughly a few times and then said, "Now,
you can come." Ethan yelled and spilled his seed over her hand, his
body jerking out of control.
Buffy's escort cleared her throat to get the attention of the room's
occupants. "Buffy from the House of Angelus is here to see you,
Master Crane."
Ethan's mistress unchained him and handed him a silk robe. He put it
on and removed the leather collar from his throat. He turned to his
partner, "Thank you, Morgana. We'll pick this up again later this
evening." Ethan kissed her lightly and she quickly left the room.
He turned to look at Buffy. "I'm surprised to see you here, Buffy
and looking so healthy. I was certain Angelus would add to his
reputation by severely punishing you for your outburst at the PRA."
Not sure how much she should tell him, she replied, "No, um, he did
punish me just not physically." Taking a deep breath she
continued, "Ethan, I have given a lot of thought to what you said and
I've come to a decision."
Ethan looked at her expectantly. It was obvious to him that this
tiny girl was stronger than she looked and was not one to be pushed
around for long. He waited patiently and then encouraged her to
continue. "And what would that decision be, my dear?"
"I don't want to join your revolt, Ethan. I want to lead it."
