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Vinyl	By : Maren Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Angel(us)/Buffy > Angel(us)/Buffy Views: 5390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He watched through hooded eyes as she straddled his bare
chest and reached over his head to secure his wrists to the bed frame. He felt awash in paradox�the silky smooth
softness of the ties that held his arms firmly in place, the hot flesh of the
woman on top of him interspersed with the cold black vinyl that adorned her in
pieces meant to entice rather than conceal, and most of all the warring
sensations of sedating desire and electric awareness that coursed through his
nerve endings.

Angel wasn�t sure what the others would think about their
hasty departure from the Halloween party, but at the moment he really didn�t
give a damn. When he�d seen her emerge
from their bedroom dressed in knee-high black vinyl boots and matching panties
and corset that were secured with little tied strings, Angel had narrowed his
eyes and prepared to make her forget they had a party to go to. Buffy had laughed at the look on his face and
shaken her head as she pulled on a black vinyl coat that covered her from neck
to mid-thigh. Then she�d picked up a
riding whip and announced she was ready to go.
He had swallowed thickly and prepared to tell her there was no way she
was leaving the house like that, but one look from her told him she was taking
her role as Dominatrix very seriously and he shut his mouth. Now he was naked beneath her and wishing she
hadn�t left that whip out in the living room with the coat. . .

All thoughts of the party and the whip fled his mind as she
finished tying him up and began to kiss her way down his body. She lingered briefly as his neck, kissing and
nipping it lightly before moving down his chest and encircling his nipples with
her tongue. Angel hissed in appreciation
as she flicked them before biting down and laving them within the hot recesses
of her mouth. Then she was kissing down
his stomach, mapping each inch of his skin with her lips and tongue. As she neared his pelvis and his very hard
sex, his eyes clouded in anticipation.
She was so fucking good with her mouth.

Buffy paused when she reached his cock and glanced up to
where he was straining to look down at her.
A smirk danced across her lips before she followed it with the tip of
her tongue, wetting her mouth until it was dewy with moisture. Angel held perfectly still as he waited for
her to wrap the current object of his desire around him. Instead, she began to kiss his straining
erection with little open-mouthed kisses, her tongue and lips tasting him but
never taking him fully inside.

�Buffy . . .� he moaned, arching his hips to get closer to
her teasing mouth. A gasp of
half-agony/half-pleasure pushed through his lips when he felt her rake a
fingernail along the underside of his erection.
She withdrew her mouth completely and sat back.

�You�ll call me Slayer, or you�ll be gagged vampire,� she commanded. Angel�s eyes flashed in a combination of
anger and desire as the demon inside him bristled at her domination while at
the same time thrilling at meeting the only creature in any dimension he might
let get away with it. A low growl
rumbled from his chest, and she reached out a hand and used her nail to scrape
across the tip of his cock, catching it in the glistening opening and pulling
gently. His eyes flashed gold but he
abruptly cut off the sounds and lowered his gaze.

�That�s a good little vampire,� he heard her purr, but now
that he wasn�t silently challenging her with his eyes, his attention was drawn
to the sight of her nearly-bare backside resting against the spiked heels of
her long vinyl boots. She was sitting
back on her haunches as she held onto him with the very tip of her finger, and
he vaguely wondered if he�d ever seen such a decadently beautiful display. The smooth, impossibly tan expanse of her
bottom was pressed firmly against the shiny black spikes that could easily
double for weapons in an emergency, the bronze flesh turning white around the
pressure points. Angel knew that when
she moved, the blood would come rushing back to that flesh in a rosy red flush
and he allowed himself to fantasize about ripping his arms free and sinking his
fangs into the tempting globes before bending her over and ramming himself into
her tightwetheat until she. . .

Angel was ripped out his fantasy by the sound of her voice.

�Look at me,� she demanded, and his eyes flew up to her
face. He could see that she was trying
to look cool and unaffected but he could hear the pounding staccato of her
heart and smell the intoxicating aroma of her arousal. Buffy withdrew her nail and bent back over
him, swinging her hair so that it tickled over his erection as she held his
gaze with her own. �You won�t
speak. You will do whatever I tell you
to do,� she said. Angel watched as she
lowered her lips and wrapped them around him.
He groaned at the feel of her hot mouth engulfing his cock, her tongue
swirling around the head and then laving the length as she relaxed her throat
and took him so deep. . .

His hips bucked up once again and he lost himself in the
sensation of her mouth and throat flexing around him. Her little hand curled around his balls and
gently stroked. Angel moaned and
strained against his ties, barely maintaining enough control to stop himself
from ripping free and tangling his hands in her silky hair. God, he wanted her and he knew that she was
wet and throbbing for him. He knew how
good it would feel to bury himself inside her and lose himself between her
thighs, his mouth and hands making her pulse and scream as she came around him.

But the ecstasy of reality was more than good enough and he
concentrated on the wetheat of her mouth.
Then she was moaning and taking him deeper and he was throbbing and tightening
and so close to exploding. . .

He whimpered when her mouth was suddenly gone and she was
crawling up his body until her lovely face was directly over his. Angel watched as her tongue slowly snaked out
and touched her bottom lip before she drew the plump flesh between her
teeth. Buffy�s eyes were dark with lust
but tinged with something he usually only saw when he she was deep in battle. It was powerful and something uniquely Slayer
and a shot of fear tinged with anticipation ran through him.

�You won�t cum until I tell you to,� she whispered against
his lips as though she had never stopped enumerating the rules to deep throat
his cock. He shuddered to hear the words
slip out of her sweet mouth and felt himself grow impossibly harder. She closed the space between their mouths and
teased his lips with hers before finally allowing his tongue access. Angel plunged it inside, eager to taste
himself in the depths. He lost himself
in the taste and feel of her and then, too soon, she was pulling away to sit up
and scoot herself up his chest.

Angel swallowed and let out an involuntary groan as he felt
her wetness slide across his stomach. He
clenched his abs and smugly watched the pleasure flicker across her face as a
gasp whispered from her lips. The smug
look disintegrated as she continued her trek up his body until she was hovering
on her knees directly over his face.
Angel took a deep unneeded breath and drew in the scent of her, vaguely
aware of the sound of bending metal as he strained against the wrist
restraints.

Buffy tsked softly as she lowered herself until the wet
shiny vinyl covering her sex was millimeters from his mouth while at the same
time reaching slightly forward and pressing his wrists back against the
bed. Angel was drowning in her scent and
the sight of her lush flesh quivering on either side of his face. A sudden urge to turn his head and sink his
fangs into the artery in her thigh made him growl as his face shifted.

�Are the rules clear, vampire?� She waited as he struggled with the demon who
was raging at him to turn the tables and make her scream instead. Finally his face shifted back to its human
form and he nodded, the motion causing his nose to bump into her heat. Buffy�s breathe caught in her throat and she
rolled her hips. Then she was releasing
his wrists and swinging over him, leaving him feeling bereft. She stood up beside the bed and fixed him
with a hard glare. �Don�t disobey
me. I can promise you�ll regret it.�

Angel thrilled at the possibility of making her honor her
promise, but all thoughts of mutiny fled his brain as he saw her fingers move
to the strings that held the scrap of black over her curls. Buffy untied the strings at each side and let
the vinyl fall to the floor. He watched,
mesmerized, as she splayed her hand across the tight muscles of her stomach and
then, achingly slow, trailed her fingers down.
. . down . . . down until her middle finger curled into her sex. An unnecessary pant made its way out of his
lungs as he watched her finger pump slowly in and out. His hips moved in an inadvertent mimicry of
her actions and she shot him a carnal smile before pulling her finger slowly
out and up to her lips. Angel felt an
unprecedented lust pulse through his body when he saw her draw the finger into
her mouth, her lips pursing around it as she suckled it to the knuckle.

�Buf. . . Slayer,� he groaned, and unspoken plea lacing the
deep guttural timbre of his voice.

Her eyebrows shot up at the sound of her name beginning to
spill from his lips. When he caught
himself, she smiled and nodded, her finger falling out of her mouth to trail
down to the laces that kept her upper body encased in the corset. Angel licked his lips in anticipation and
watched her fingers nimbly work the ties, trying to keep his attention off of
the aching fullness of his cock. Inch by
inch her skin peeked through the loosening ties and he yearned to lick and nip each
bit of exposed sweetness. It seemed a
lifetime had passed before she finally pulled the corset from her body, baring
her gorgeous breasts to his hot gaze.

Buffy trailed her hand down her body once more, dipping into
the velvet heat between her legs and drawing her glistening fingertip to her
already-puckered nipples. Angel saw her
wetness glint in the light of the candles and he tensed his arms, ready to
finally rip himself free so that he could nibble it away as he fucked her into
the wall behind her. She saw the intent
in his eyes, however, and stopped him with the silk encased steel of her voice.

�You�ll stop fighting this right now if you want to feel my
pussy on your cock.�

The moan that erupted from Angel�s throat was deep and
desperate. His attention immediately
shifted from planning escape to trying to control his sudden need to come apart
right there just at the words coming from her mouth. He dropped his eyes for a moment and willed
himself not to spill before she gave him permission.

She let him calm himself a moment before speaking
again. �Look at me.� She waiting until his eyes met hers once
again. �Are you going to be a good
vampire now?�

�Yes. Yes, Slayer,�
he murmured, ignoring the demon inside that was howling at his submission.

�Good,� she purred.
Buffy held his gaze as she bent over to slide her hands over her
boot-encased calves, giving him a view of the perfect globes of both her
breasts and ass. His eyes roamed over
the curve of her back side and down her legs until he could see her hands at
the top of the boots. They paused in
motion as she reconsidered, and then she was straightening once again, her feet
still encased in the spiked-heel boots.
They clicked as she walked back toward the bed and Angel�s eyes closed
briefly as he concentrated on the sounds of her approach. Her heart was racing, her blood pulsing
quickly through her veins, her breath coming in short gasps that she tried to
hide from him in vain. Then her weight
was settling on the bed and his eyes snapped open to watch her crawl on hands
and knees until she was kneeling over him once again.

�Do you want to taste me, vampire?� she whispered.

�God yes,� he growled.
Buffy�s eyes flashed with lust and she angled her breasts over his
waiting mouth. Angel inhaled the scent
of arousal that lingered on her nipple before snaking out his tongue to lave
the diamond-hard tip. He arched up into
her to capture it in the cavern of his mouth, grunting as suckled all traces of
her wetness from the peak. Angel
thrilled at the mewl that escaped from Buffy�s throat as she pressed further
into his mouth. He licked and nibbled at
the soft flesh as she moaned above him.
�You taste so damn good,� he murmured into her breast, forgetting himself
for a single moment.

It was enough. She
pulled away and reached down to twist one of his own pebbled nipples between
her fingers. He gasped, struggling once
again not to explode from the twin sensations of her wet sex pressing against
his stomach and the pleasure/pain of her touch.
�Did I ask you how I taste?� Buffy questioned, not waiting for his reply
before she continued. �I was going to
let you taste my clit, but now I think you�ve lost that privilege,� she hissed,
leaning forward and grinding her hips so that the nub in question rubbed
against his stomach.

Angel bit back a roar of frustration, knowing it would only
result in more torture for his throbbing flesh.
Then she was moving again and he forgot about everything but the
anticipation of feeling her sink down onto his cock.

�Lucky for you, I have very little patience,� she gasped as
she poised herself over his erection, gripping it with one hand and positioning
it at her entrance. Wishing his hands
were free so that he could grasp her hips and plunge her down hard and fast,
Angel watched her beautiful body hover over his as she slowly lowered herself
onto him. Her eyes were squinted tightly
shut, her plush bottom lip gripped gently between her teeth as she finally, blissfully,
let him enter her body inch by agonizing inch.
Angel wasn�t sure whose groan rent the air when he was finally seated
all the way inside her. He didn�t
care. All he cared about in that moment
was the look of ecstasy on Buffy�s face and the incredible feeling of her hot
wetness gripping him tightly. . .

Then she was moving and he was drowning in her. He knew the animalistic sounds that flooded
the room must be coming from him, and somewhere inside where his mind was still
working he hoped that she wouldn�t think they were signs of disobedience. Still, he couldn�t help the desperate arching
of his hips as she undulated over him, one hand busily working her clit while
the other raked over his chest. The
scent of his blood hit him and his demon face emerged as he tried to control
the spiraling frenzy of pleasure that threatened to push him into the abyss
without her command.

Angel thought he was nearly at his limit as he watched her
fingering herself above him, her face flushed, her eyes boring into his as she
rode his cock. But when Buffy began to
tighten and clench around him, moaning incoherently as she came with quaking
contractions, he realized how wrong he was.
His closed his eyes and grit his teeth, his fangs slicing into his own
flesh as he used every once of vampire control to keep from exploding right
along with her. Still, she kept coming
and pulsing and he opened his eyes to see her reaching for the silk that bound
his wrists, even in the throes of her orgasm.

He didn�t need any further permission. Angel ripped his wrists free with a roar and
flipped them over in one fluid motion.
He panted, his golden eyes glowing down at Buffy�s face, as he gave her
a chance to complete her game before taking the choice out of her hands.

Buffy looked at him through hooded eyes. Then she was baring her throat, her voice a
hoarse whisper as she shuddered beneath him.

�Bite me, and then you can cum, vampire.�

With a bone-deep moan he slammed his cock into her as his
fangs pierced her neck. He thrust in
time with his gulps, tasting her second orgasm sing through her blood at the
same time that he felt her violent contractions squeeze him even more tightly
than before. Angel retracted his fangs
as he surged into her one last time, flooding her womb as he called out his
submission.

�Slaaayyerr!�

*****

The next morning, Angel quietly hummed as he brought his
love breakfast in bed. His bare foot
slid over something slick on the floor, and he smiled as he glanced down and
saw the tiny corset peeking out from under the bed. He sat the tray down and bent to pick up the
lingerie that littered the floor, placing the pieces with the boots that he had
managed to slowly and torturously remove sometime during the night before.

It was a great costume, he had to admit. Still, next year he planned to dress her up
as a harem girl.

He might have loved submitting to the woman he loved, but
his demon had something to settle with her slayer.
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