Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17. M/F, M/M/F, M/M sex, B/A, B/S, A/S, B/A/S, bondage, oral, anal. Author's Note: This story is not yet complete, but I thought I'd release a little teaser of the next story in the series.. Angel stumbled as his childe pulled him roughly from his chair in the kitchen towards the stairs without so much as an explanation. "Spike, wha--where are we going?" "Would you quit asking questions and just follow me?" He contemplated protesting more, but there was an unfamiliar glint in Spike's eye and Angel decided to see what he was up to. The two made it up the stairs without tripping then Spike slowed down as they approached the master bedroom. The blond leaned against the doorframe and just smirked and looked inside. Angel followed Spike's lead and then swallowed hard as his eyes took in the sight before him. Buffy was stretched out in the middle of their bed, a tiny and completely see-through slip the only thing keeping her from being entirely naked. Her arms were raised above her head and fastened to the headboard. With Spike's manacles. The cuffs had been padded to protect her delicate skin, but there was no mistaking what they were. "What's going on?" Buffy wiggled under his intense gaze, making the bottom hem of the slip ride up a few inches more and nearly exposing her completely. Only her legs, which were squeezed together, kept Angel from seeing the flesh between her legs, which was already dampening. "Well, you're not exactly the easiest vampire to buy for and you don't eat, so a traditional birthday dinner or cake was out of the question. I thought I'd give you a present you can unwrap, a birthday cake you can decorate yourself and a dinner you can savor all in one carefully bound package." Angel sputtered. "Happy Birthday," Buffy said sweetly. Still at a loss for words, Angel began to mumble and think aloud. "Birthday? But I don't celebrate my birthday..." The words left his mouth before he could realize what he said, but the damage done. Buffy's eyes welled with tears and her confidence crumbled at his words. "Well fine, if you don't want me. Spike get me out of these things..." Furious, Spike glared daggers at Angel and took a step towards the bed to free Buffy. "Touch her and die," Angel commanded harshly as he blocked Spike's way with his arm. Realizing he needed to remedy the situation quickly, he took a few steps until he was standing beside the bed, looking down on Buffy. "I didn't say I didn't want my gift. I'm just surprised. Do you realize what you're doing?" Defensive, Buffy rolled her eyes at him. "I'm chained to our bed. I think it's somewhat obvious." "You know you can't break those," Angel said needlessly, though he felt obligated to confirm that she understood. They'd never played bondage games with anything more than delicate scarves that could she could tear without a struggle. "Yes. You aren't planning on hurting me, are you?" "Of course not." "Then I have nothing to worry about. Angel, I know what I'm doing. It's part of the present: my complete and utter sacrifice of control to you." Crawling onto the bed, Angel ran his hands along the outsides of Buffy's legs as he kissed the lengths of her legs and took in the sight of her smooth tanned skin as he examined it closely. His hands ran over her hips and ass as his mouth inched closer to her core and he slowly pushed the hem of her slip up around her waist. When his eyes fell on her pussy, he froze and gaped up at her. Buffy let out a little laugh at the look on his face. "That's another part of the surprise. Hurt like a bitch, but worth it." Experimentally, Angel brushed his fingers over her thoroughly waxed lips, and grinned. "These surprises just keep getting better and better. Anything else I should look for?" "Nothing that I'm aware of, but you may have to do a complete examination to be sure." "Is that so?" With an almost evil smirk, Angel grabbed the material of Buffy's slip that was bunched around her waist and yanked the entire article from her. Desperate to touch her, he immediately leaned down and kissed the newly exposed area between her breasts while he skimmed his fingers over her sides and raised goose bumps. "That was brand new," Buffy protested. "I'll buy you another. In fact, I'll buy you several more. One in every color. But now, I don't want anything in my way." Trying not to melt from the heat that was radiating both from his smoldering eyes and needy words, Buffy drew in a shaky breath. His mouth worked upwards to her collarbone and throat, then his tongue snaked out to touch the lobe of her ear and draw it into his mouth. Buffy shuddered visibly, reminding herself that he was only just beginning, she couldn't afford to lose it already. "Before you get too involved, um, Spike helped me pull this off. I know it's not his birthday, but..." "Don't worry, I won't forget him. First, I need to finish exploring my present." One of Angel's hands lightly brushed over Buffy's skin, running from one of her bound wrists down to her shoulder and finally over the hardening peak of her nipple. His lips resumed their exploration around her throat and shoulder, touching every inch of flesh he could find and reach. He continued to go over every inch of her body until Buffy was whimpering and shaking with denied pleasure. Still, Buffy kept from protesting or begging. This was his birthday and she was his gift and if he wanted her hanging perilously from the edge of ecstasy, she'd play along. For a while. Before she could give his tormenting ways another thought, Angel slowly slid his length into her and lowered the weight of his upper torso onto hers. Buffy gasped at the pleasant crushing sensation and leaned up to kiss Angel's grinning lips as soon as he was within reach. As cruelly as he had explored her body with his hands and mouth, Angel rocked slowly against her with no intention of speeding up anytime soon. "Gonna make love to you all night long," he whispered huskily in Buffy's ear. "Make you come so many times, you won't be able to leave this bed for a week after I take those chains off." Buffy shuddered and felt her orgasm hit just from his words. "Oh god, Angel!" Pleased, Angel raised his hips more and began to thrust more forcefully into her, drawing her from her first orgasm quickly into another wave of pleasure. "This is supposed to be your birthday present..." "It is. And I get to do whatever I want to you. What I want to do to you, is make you scream." Gripping the chains over her head, Buffy held on to them for leverage as she thrust her hips up to meet his. With a challenging look in her eyes, she smiled up at him. "Then make me." Angel ducked his head to take one of her nipples between his teeth, then slammed his hips down into hers and Buffy did exactly as he wanted. She thrust her hips up to his, arched her breast into his mouth and screamed what every man wanted to hear from his lover in the throws of passion. His name. * * * * * * To Be Continued Return to Fiction Index "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" TM and © (or copyright) Fox and its related entities. All rights reserved. Any reproduction, duplication or distribution of these materials in any form is expressly prohibited. Fiction at this site is unofficial. Zero profit, zero intent to harm. Just a little fun. |