AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lwilson@idir.net
RATING: NC17
SUMMARY: Set sometime in the distant future when Buffy and Angel have come to terms with their wacky relationship. Gee, let's try to guess what happens...Does the word, 'duh' mean anything? (a spinoff of TEAOW&S)
CONTENT: Language, graphic Buffy/Angelus sex, whuppin'.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy and friends or Buffy the Vampire Slayer; they're owned by Joss Whedon and the WB Network. No copyright infringement intended so please don't sue.
DEDICATION: For Jase. Happy Birthday!
The loud ringing of the phone made Angel jump which nearly got his cock bitten by Buffy. Glowering down at her as she knelt at his feet, eagerly sucking his dick, Angel resumed his steady thrusting, ignoring the phone.
On the tenth ring, he growled and reached for the handset. "Don't you have a fucking answering machine?"
Buffy rolled her eyes and sucked harder, her fingers kneading his ass.
"What?" Angel demanded.
"Let me talk to Buffy," a very pissed off, feminine voice said on the other end.
"Willow, my second favorite twat," Angel said with fake cheer, then groaned as Buffy deep throated him. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Buffy."
"She's a little busy."
"I'll wait," came the snide reply.
Grinning, Angel placed the handset down by Buffy's mouth so that Willow could hear the wet, sucking noises being made.
Rolling her eyes again, Buffy grabbed the phone and pulled her mouth free, quickly replacing it with her other hand. "What do you want, Willow?" she panted.
"What the hell are you doing?" Willow yelled into the phone.
"Sucking cock, or, I was sucking cock and Angel's starting to get really pissed that I no longer am sucking cock, so what you do you want?"
"Well, one of my on-line friend's boyfriend...It's his birthday and so I thought I'd put on a show with my significant other, but he couldn't get away from the loony bitch, so I wondered if you and Angel might fill in."
"Huh?"
"Buffy," Angel growled, wrapping his hands in her hair.
"Just a minute," she replied in a less than patient voice, then spoke back into the phone. "Again, huh?"
"You know, you and Angel have sex, do the deed."
"I believe that was the plan all along."
Willow sighed. "Okay, whatever, just remember, you're doing it for Jase."
"Jase, huh? Is he cute?"
Angel yanked the phone out of Buffy's hand and shoved her face into his crotch. She got the message and sucked his rock hard cock back into her mouth. "Willow, fuck off," he barked into the receiver.
"You too, prick boy."
Tossing the phone across the room, Angel thrust hard into Buffy's mouth, growling as he came, spurting semen down her throat. Buffy swallowed convulsively, gasping for breath.
Finally, he pulled back and she slumped against the bed, panting and trembling with desire.
Angel collapsed on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "Buffy, there had better be a damn good excuse for teasing me like that," he growled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she muttered under her breath and staggered to her feet. Rolling her neck to ease the cramped muscles, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and wriggled out of her very damp panties.
"Well?" Recovered from his orgasm, Angel watched with appreciative eyes as she crawled up the bed towards him.
Leaning over Angel, Buffy lowered her head and kissed him deeply, probing for his tonsils with her tongue. Running his hands down her back, Angel squeezed her bottom, then smacked her hard.
Buffy yelped, then reached back to rub her sore ass. "What was that for?"
"For interrupting and talking to Willow...and it's just the start." There was an evil, lusty gleam in Angel's eye that sent a bolt of desire through Buffy. She hated when he used his belt on her and beat her out of anger and a desire to punish, but she didn't sense that in him tonight. He talked a good game, but he wasn't angry.
Ever since she had listened to Willow relating how being spanked by Spike turned her on, Buffy had wondered if she could be aroused in the same manner.
Raising her head, she looked down at him, then licked her suddenly dry lips. "What do you mean?"
"First, what did Willow want and who in Satan's name is Jase?"
The jealousy in his voice sent another thrill through her. "Some boyfriend of a friend of Willow's. It's his birthday and Willow asked us to put on a show for him."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, my reaction too."
Giving her a totally perplexed look, Angel rose from the bed and reached for his belt. Thrill time again. "Why can't his girlfriend just do him?"
"I don't know. You didn't let me talk to Willow long enough. Look, we're going to have sex anyway..." As she spoke, Buffy watched him flex the belt, then double it. Rising to her knees, she moaned softly as her inner juices leaked down her legs.
"Well, that depends. I got my rocks off already." He smacked the belt into his free hand.
Panting in growing excitement, Buffy rose on suddenly shaky legs and walked over to her desk chair. Turning it to face her, she placed her hands flat on the cushioned seat and bent over, raising her ass in the air. "Maybe I can inspire you," she said, her voice husky with longing.
"Well, this is an interesting new side to you, Buffy." He whistled crudely, then smacked the belt down hard across her bottom, making her jump. "I don't think I've ever seen you put your ass in the air for punishment." He hit her again, leaving a bright red mark on the curve of her bottom.
"Always a first time for everything," she gasped out as her bottom began to sting.
"Spread your legs more." She complied and he ran his hand over her ass, patting it gently, before smacking her upper thighs several times with his hand. Finally, Buffy cried out at the pain and Angel stopped, only to slide his hand between her legs into the wet curls and hot flesh.
"Well, well," Angel teased. "Sopping, baby. Since when did a whipping make you hot and horny?"
Blinking away the tears in her eyes, Buffy squirmed against his hand. "Hit me again," she whispered, a part of her shocked at the words coming from her mouth.
Removing his hand, Angel redoubled the belt and brought it down across her lower back, making her moan and twitch. "More?" he asked with seeming casualness.
"Please." Her voice resonated with tears and lust.
The belt cracked across the curve of her ass, making her dance from foot to foot and dig her fingers into the cushion. Shaking her hair from her tear-streaked face, Buffy realized the belt was dangling in front of her.
"Kiss it."
Leaning forward, Buffy ran her lips over the supple leather, then closed her eyes and waited, her body trembling in anticipation.
Swinging the belt like a whip, Angel rained blows down her back, ass and thighs until she crumpled onto her knees, sobbing in pain and unfulfilled desire. Hauling her to her feet, Angel wrapped the belt around her waist and cinched it tight, tearing a new hole. The remaining length dangled over her dripping pussy.
Buffy swayed, her face hot, tears still leaking from her swollen eyes. Angel caught her, making her hiss as his hands touched welts. Reaching for her chin, he lifted her eyes to his.
"You really did enjoy that," he said softly, amazed.
"You...you weren't...mad," she tried to explain, her whole body on fire, on the outside from the beating, on the inside from long-unfulfilled lust. "Fuck me?"
Grinning, Angel backed her towards the bed, then, realizing that it would be very painful for her on her back, he turned them and lay down, pulling her on top of him. "You have enough strength to do the work, babe?"
The tears gone, Buffy arched an eyebrow at his cocky attitude, then ran her eyes down his body to the other part of him that was 'cocky'. He was hard and throbbing for her.
Straddling Angel's thighs, Buffy wasted no time impaling herself on his cock, the end of the belt, slapping against his lower stomach. Digging her fingers into his chest, she groaned and began to bounce hard and fast. Groaning himself, Angel reached between her thighs and found her clit, twisting and pinching it.
Screaming in pleasure, Buffy came, squeezing his cock until he yelled as well. As her body shuddered in release and she whimpered and swayed drunkenly, Angel ran his hands up her stomach to her breasts. He tweaked her nipples, gently kneading her tender flesh as she slowly recovered.
Gasping for breath, Buffy felt Angel pull her down, then felt his lips on her breast, sucking her hot nipple into his icy mouth. Whimpering with new pleasure, she felt his cock twitch inside her and lifted her hips, rising and falling at a slower pace, building the tension between her legs.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged as he moved from nipple to nipple.
"So cold. Makes 'em ice cubes," she babbled about her nipples as she ground her again throbbing clit against his pubic bone.
Angel thrust his hips up, meeting her next downswing, and their flesh slapped together hard. "Fuck me, Buff. That's right."
Digging her fingers into the pillow on both sides of his head, Buffy keened in pleasure and slammed down on his cock, feeling him thrusting for her womb. "Oh, shit," she cried. "Please, clit, touch my clit," she ground out as she rode him faster.
Feeling his own body about to explode, Angel sucked one nipple between his teeth and nibbled as he grabbed the end of the belt and slid it between her thighs, using the leather to caress her throbbing flesh.
Bucking and grunting, sweat dripping off her, Buffy gritted her teeth and flung her head back. With a loud gasp, she came again, stars flashing behind her closed eyelids as her body exploded.
As she collapsed on him, Angel was unable to contain himself any longer and rolled them. Coming over the top of her trembling, flushed body, Angel pounded his cock inside her clinging pussy. With a howl of pleasure, he came, thrusting his cock deep inside her.
Finally, he pulled free and fell beside Buffy, for the moment, exhausted.
Wincing in pain and pleasure, Buffy rolled onto her side and snuggled against Angel, her hot, sweaty body cooling quickly against his cold flesh.
Grabbing the belt around her waist, Angel tugged her higher so that he could kiss her.
Pulling free from his mouth, Buffy grinned weakly. "Wow, huh?"
He gave her an enigmatic look and a little half smile, not about to admit what a fantastic experience that had been. Faking a yawn, he pulled her head down into the crook of his neck. "Just a typical fuck for a vamp."
"Uh huh." Her reply dripped with sarcasm. "Well, I hope Jase enjoyed it."
Angel growled softly. "Jase...what a girly name."
"Oh, you should talk!"
"Buffy, I don't think your ass can take another whuppin'," he threatened.
Seeing the twinkle in his dark eyes, Buffy forced back a grin and rubbed against him, her nipples immediately hardening from the friction of his chest. "How about another fuckin'?"
Chuckling, Angel rolled to face her, grabbed her leg, wrapped it around his waist and slammed his cock into her, making her yell and squirm in pleasure. "I'm always up for that, babe," he growled before burying his mouth in her throat.
End
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