Much later after Buffy had fallen asleep Angel sat brooding staring out the
windows in his room. His act earlier with Buffy severely frightened him,
because it wasn't all an act. A part of him had wanted to be a bastard to
Buffy. Her words the other night at the hospital had truly hurt. That had
allowed him to slip into character very easily, but what had driven him to
be such a domineering bastard to her had been the smell of recent sex that
had covered her when he went to pick her up. The scent had been Riley's of
course, and Angel vowed to kill him, but first he wanted to toy with his
prey.

'What am I thinking! I can't kill humans it isn't who I am.' Distressed
Angel began to pace and was surprised when the demon answered him. 'Are you
sure that it's not who you are? Think of the feeling that ripping Riley's
cock off would give you. hahahaha. Your not even feeling a smattering of
guilt for those thoughts. You and I are not so different. And you are
becoming me.'

'NO! That will never happen!'

Chuckling his demon retreated for the time being throwing out one last barb,
'Not so sure huh?'

Angel decided that he was just going to have to take extra care to be kind
to Buffy and not sink too far into their deception. Having decided on a plan
of action Angel shut the curtains and sought his own bed just as dawn was
approaching.
~~~~~

The next day Buffy woke at noon and felt a start of unease trying to figure
out where she was, then everything fell into place. The room, the bath, the
fact that Angelus hadn't done anything to bring her off. She was so furious
and still a little aroused just remembering bathing for him while he sat
nude in front of the fireplace. The water had smelled of cinnamon and all of
the products had been vanilla scented leaving her with a spicy sweet scent.
Her movements the night before had almost been a dance. She would let him
see only a leg and a hand before facing her back toward him while looking
into his eyes and washing her breasts. It had gone on like that for the
better part of a half an hour, when Buffy prepared to wash her pussy. She
had put both feet up at the end of the tub only showing her ankles, arching
her back so that only the top of her breasts had shown Buffy had reached
down and slowly started lathering up. If Angelus' erection was anything to
go by her display was well appreciated. Yet he only raised an eyebrow. After
she got out of the tub and dried off Buffy thought to try asking for him to
touch her, but he got up gave her a hard kiss told her to get some sleep and
then left for his rooms. She had tossed and turned for hours before finally
getting some sleep.

Last night her lust addled brain had tried to make sense of his actions to
no avail. It was obvious that he wanted her so why didn't he just give in
and give them both what they wanted? The new dawn of morning gave Buffy a
new perspective, he had wanted to drive the point home that while he desired
her he was master. She could not seduce him into doing anything, only her
obedience would have any impact on him.

Getting up Buffy made use of the bathroom, then noticed that a tray of food
had been provided for her. Sitting down in front of the fire, Buffy dug into
the scrumptious fare of waffles with syrup and powdered sugar. A plate of
fresh strawberries and 2 cups of milk and juice completed her breakfast.
Sadly there was no rose to make this a true lovers tray only a small note
from Angelus.

After you are finished come downstairs to my study. We will continue your
studies there.
--A

Setting down the note Buffy hurried to finish her breakfast a little thrill
going through her at the thought of the lessons. But she was a little
unhappy with the note. 'No, good morning honey's, or I hope you slept well,
or even a hey babe would have been fine.' Getting up Buffy realized that she
had nothing to wear. Angelus had not taken her bag that she had packed with
them and there was no closet in her room. Her clothing from the previous
evening was completely shredded, and she threw what remained down in
disgust. 'He is so high handed sometimes. It is so disgustingly male.'
Smiling Buffy thought, 'But of course there is a part of him that is very
very male. And seemingly always active. He can definitly get it up faster
than Riley, and stamina, well for Riley's sake we won't go there.' Still
smiling Buffy pulled on Angelus' shirt that he had been wearing last night.
It hung to her knees and only a buttons were missing from Angelus' hasty
removal last night.

Going downstairs Buffy looked into the room that had been next to Angel's
old bedroom, and her guess proved correct in assuming that this would be the
study.

Laughing Buffy walked into the room, "I knew that you had to have a blood
red room somewhere in the mansion." The round room was lined with
bookshelves and had no windows. A think Persian rug covered the entire floor
and was blood red with black and gold designs woven throughout. A large
mahogany desk faced the doorway about Angelus sat there amidst many
paintings watching her. Buffy came further into the room and sat down on the
leather couch facing the desk. Two large matching chairs sat on either side
of the couch.

"Come here Buffy." Something about his tone put Buffy on edge. She was
afraid that she had displeased him yet couldn't think of anything that she
had done. Moving around the desk she came to stand in front of him.
Casually unbuttoning her shirt Angelus stated in quiet tones, "I told you
last night that when I want you to wear clothes I will give them to you."
Pulling off the shirt Angelus leaned in closely and asked, "So now maybe you
can tell me if you understand what I am saying, If I do not give you clothes
to wear you will go nude. Is that clear or do I need to explain it again,
because you had better hope that this is the last time we have this
conversation."


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