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Willow sat quietly, watching the darkened images of the night filled streets pass by as the car took them back to the mansion. Angelus was sitting next to her, the smoke of his cigarette wrapping about her, while his thigh rested against hers. Moving away would have been useless, so she resigned herself to having him there. She had been unnerved by his knowledge of her day, what she had said, who she had spoken to, what she had done...it was frightening to think that even when she was away from those soul-searching eyes, she wasn't free of him. Nervously, she fingered her choker and grimaced, it was nothing more than a permanent reminder of what she now was...something she was sure Angelus was going to remind her of once they got back to the mansion.
Willow closed her eyes and swallowed nervously. She was slightly tipsy, happily downing a few glasses of wine after Angelus had informed her that he knew everything that concerned her. As she’d continued to drink he had talked, informing her that she had a Gaelic tutor who would meet her at her parents house every Tuesday and Thursday, from five until seven. She hadn't even questioned why he would want her to learn Gaelic, it took his fancy therefore she would do it. This was one lesson that she had easily learned, do whatever pleased him. She stretched her legs slightly, do whatever pleased him ~ that would be her mantra for tonight, and she wouldn't listen to anything else. She would close her eyes and her mind and give her body, do whatever pleased him.
The car pulling up in front of the mansion jolted her out of her thoughts and she bit her bottom lip. Angelus stepped out of the car and held out his hand for her. Trembling she took it, silently cursing her nerves and inwardly cringing at the thought that he was probably laughing at her, even though his face was blank. Silently, he led her through the empty mansion to her rooms and she trembled even more. Someone, she guessed it had to be Spike, had lit candles that flickered and cast a soft glow. The cabinet, which had terrified her so much with its possibilities, was unlocked and open, revealing an entertainment unit. Soft music played, something sweet and dark. It was every girl’s dream of seduction, music and candles. She couldn't help it, panic started to work it's way through her alcohol-numbed body. No matter how much of a bravado she put on, or how much she had tried to convince herself, she couldn't do it. She couldn't give herself willingly to Angelus, let him take her virginity and have him become her lover.
Master, she corrected, your Master and it's too late now. Suddenly they stopped moving and Angelus turned to face her, his eyes gleaming wickedly. Willow forced herself to hold still. She had no choice really, she could succumb to him and he may be considerate, or she could refuse and he'd throw her on the floor and rape her. Willing participation seemed to be the best option. Do whatever pleases him, she reminded herself.
“Undress me, Willow," he whispered against her ear, his words sounding like a satisfied purr. Slowly, she bought her hands up, pushing at his jacket, letting it fall from his shoulders to the ground. She hesitated for a moment and he caught her hands bringing them up to the buttons on his shirt. Taking a deep breath, she undid each button, her fingers clumsily pulling at them, she had two left when she felt his hands on her making her jump in surprise. She glanced up at his face, but his eyes were firmly fixed on his hands, which were working on the fastenings of the lace overdress. His fingers slipped beneath the delicate lace, pushing it down her shoulders. "Keep going."
It was almost a feral growl and made her tremble. Ducking her head, she returned to the task of those last two buttons and pushed the shirt off, letting it fall to the floor joining his jacket. Swallowing, her eyes roamed over his bare chest, broad and defined. Her fingers started to tingle, in trepidation or anticipation, she was no longer sure and his hand captured hers again, guiding it to his belt. Closing her eyes briefly, she took a deep breath and blocked out her fears, just do what pleases him. Her fingers fumbled with the buckle, finally releasing the strap of leather and she pulled it from his pants. Tossing it aside, she fixed her eyes on the button and fly of his pants. Do what pleases him. As she reached out, his voice stopped her.
"Take off your shoes," his voice was soft, but it held no comfort or emotion at all. Soft but cold. Glad of the distraction, she obeyed him, bending slightly to discard the silk covered shoes. She watched as he pulled off his own boots and tossed them aside before turning back to face her, both of them barefoot. Spreading his hands, he gave her a half smirk and a look of expectancy. She stepped forward, her hands finding the button on his pants and twisting it free, trembling she let her fingers pull down the fly. Taking a deep breath and holding it, she grasped the waistband and eased his pants down, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on his feet the whole time. Silently, he stepped out of the pants and Willow stood up, tossing them aside as she did so.
Nervously her hands fell down to her thighs, he was naked, completely naked in front of her. Slowly she let her eyes wander from his feet, along his masculine legs, strong thighs, over his flaccid cock, up to his firm stomach and his well-defined chest. Reluctantly, she bought her gaze up to his face. The eyes were dark and his face hard.
"Take off your dress."
Her hands shook as she raised them to the spaghetti straps that rested against her shoulders. Pulling them down, she shimmied and wriggled to pull down the tight fitting dress. As the material dropped to exposed her breasts, she blushed, her nipples hardening even more. Hooking her thumbs in the silk, she continued to push the dress down, her thumbs catching the soft lace of her knickers and dragging them off as well. As the dress and knickers pooled at her feet, she stepped aside and glanced back up at Angelus. He was smiling softly.
With a chuckle he took her hand, leading her from the safety of the sitting room and toward the bedroom. Willow could feel the sweat on her captured hand. Closing her eyes, she let Angelus lead her to her fate, to the bedroom.
"Get in," his voice softly demanded. Willow opened her eyes, shocked to find that they were in the bathroom facing the huge tub full of water. Frowning, she glanced up at Angelus, his face showed nothing, and he released her hand. Self-consciously, she climbed into the hot, softly scented water and her eyes widened as he joined her, his hands roughly pushing her knees apart so he could sit between them, his back resting against her chest. Willow instinctively moved backwards, slamming into the back of the bathtub.
"Ow," she muttered to herself and Angelus chuckled, her movement had merely let him rest his head between her breasts, somewhere he didn't mind being at all. To still her movements, he wrapped his arms about her bent legs. Behind him, Willow tried to compose herself, taking deep breaths, hoping it would help calm her, slow her heart down which felt like it had jumped up into her throat. Gritting her teeth, she looked down at the vampire who seemed perfectly content to be resting against her, his arms trapping her legs, his body stretched out before her in the huge bathtub.
This bathroom had amazed Willow the first time she saw it. Huge and decadent was the best way to describe it. The main feature was a massive bath, set in one of the corners and rose up off the floor so you had to walk up steps to get in. It was deep too. Another corner contained and equally massive shower. Opposite the tub, against a wall, were two chairs, large and squat. A vanity unit and chair graced another wall, with a huge mirror taking up the space above it. The whole room was done in a midnight blue, with the fittings and trimmings being gold. Impressive and forbidding. Two doors led off it, one opened into Willow's bedroom while the other had been locked.
So now she found herself in that tub with Angelus lying on top of her. She frowned and bit her lip, trying to think where she should put her hands. Suddenly he shifted between her legs, one of his hands reaching back behind her to grab a huge sea sponge. He held it up in front of her face and she took it from him, staring at it. His hand dragged her arm down in the water, saturating the sponge, and he slowly moved to cover her hand with his own. Gently, he urged her to sponge his chest, squeezing her hand, making the water run across his chest. Again he let their combined hands drop back into the water and the sponge soaked up the warm scented water before he brought it back to his chest. This time, however, he released her hand, letting his wander back to her leg.
Do what pleases him, she thought to herself, dragging the sponge across his skin. Detaching herself from the situation, she watched as her hand caressed the firm muscle of his chest, the sponge wetting his skin, making it gleam. Dipping her hand back into the water, she moved slightly and washed his stomach, moving the sponge in circles, reaching down as far as she could. Unconsciously, she was letting her eyes roam over his body, taking in the perfection of it, the curves and sharp angles, the muscles. She continued to wash him, pausing to refill the sponge every so often, and her strokes varied, from hard to light. Sometimes using long strokes, sometimes merely letting the sponge whisper above his skin, raising it and squeezing, letting the water cascade down and run along his body. Without realizing it, her other hand had joined in the exploration, softly tracing wavering paths over his skin, feeling the muscles flex and relax. Stroking his arms, her fingers running lightly over his, moving up to his shoulders, tickling the curve of his neck, sneaking down over his pecs, thumbs dragging lightly over his nipples. She was fascinated by the play of water over his body.
"Wash my hair," he purred softly to her, breaking through her reverie of wonder and tactile exploration of his upper body. Frowning slightly, she thought about the possibilities of wetting his hair and ran the sponge over it, dampening it slightly. She repeated the process a few times before she was happy enough to apply some shampoo. She grabbed the bottle from behind her, Angelus lifting his weight slightly so she could move without hurting herself, and spread a small amount onto her hands.
Rubbing her hands together to spread the shampoo, she turned back to his hair, slowly and hesitatingly letting her fingers and palms entwine in the dark mass. It was so soft, even though it was wet she could still feel the softness of it. Slowly she lost herself in the pleasure of soaping his hair, her fingers massaging the scalp, running across the bumps of his skull, feeling the soft texture of his hair between her soapy fingers. Reluctantly, she stopped and reached for the sponge again. Using one hand she cupped his forehead, so he wouldn't get soap in his eyes and he tilted his head back as she started to sponge the shampoo away. Watching fascinated as it ran down over his shoulders and chest. Once she was sure it was all out she repeated the procedure with conditioner. Reveling in the feel of his hair and losing herself in the sweet aroma of the scented water and conditioner. Sighing, she sponged the conditioner out, leaving his hair clean and smelling sweet, and she fought the urge to bury her face in it or rub her cheek against it.
Moving slightly she returned to her previous occupation of sponging down his body, her free hand draped about his neck. Suddenly he pulled away from her, stood up and got out of the bath. Willow made to follow, her hands clutching at the porcelain ready to push herself out when he stopped her.
"Bathe yourself and wash your hair," he said, grabbing a towel and roughly running it over his body. Willow sat back in the tub and picked up the sponge, letting the warm scented water caress her body, she sighed as she lost herself in the sensation of the water running over her. Closing her eyes, she let her head rest against the edge of the tub, her hands continuing to cleanse her body. The sponge brushing across her breasts, catching her hard nipples, making her bite her bottom lip. She let the sponge move lower, rubbing between her legs before lifting each leg out of the water and sponging it. As her hands made their way back to her chest she opened her eyes slightly, her head turning. Angelus was watching her from one of the chairs, slowly stroking his hard cock, his eyes burning with an intensity that scared her. "Wash your hair now."
The tension that Willow had lost while bathing him returned. Her stomach tightened and twisted and she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. Slowly, she slid down into the water, submerging her head, saturating her hair. Sitting back up, she grabbed the shampoo, squeezing some out onto her hands and working it through her hair. She glanced over at Angelus, his eyes were still fixed on her, his hand still pumping his hard cock. Quickly she submerged again to wash her hair free of the soap before she sat back up and rung out the excess water. Applying the conditioner, she didn't even risk looking over at the vampire, not wanting to know what he was doing, and picked up a wide toothcomb to detangle her hair.
"Let me," his cool hand curled around hers and he took the comb from her as he sat down on the steps that led into the tub. Closing her eyes, Willow pulled her knees up to her chest, her arms wrapping around them as her chin rested against her knees. Slowly, carefully Angelus worked the comb through her tangled hair, gently tugging out the knots, his free hand smoothing down the hair, stroking her like a pet. She couldn't help it, she shuddered and tears pricked behind her closed eyes. "Wash out the conditioner and get some sleep, you have school in the morning."
His husky voice rumbled against her ear, a door opened and closed and then it was silent. Slowly, Willow opened her eyes. She was alone, the comb lying on the edge of the tub and she sat there, stunned. That was it? She shook her head and uncurled her body, her legs stretching out. She glanced about the room, but it was empty, the only evidence of Angelus being there was an abandoned towel. Grabbing the sponge, she tossed it aside and sank down into the tub, washing her hair free of the conditioner. Wringing the water from her hair, she pulled the plug and got out of the tub. Grabbing one of the soft towels, she wrapped up her hair and snatched another to wipe her body dry. Suddenly a growl made her stop.
Frowning, she dragged at the towel wrapped about her head, freeing her previously covered ears, and listened. Definitely a growl, no actually more of a groan, coming from the second previously locked door of the bathroom. Slowly, her feet dragging on the cool tiles, she made her way over. Frowning she concentrated on the sounds, growls and grunts, masculine and animalistic. Taking a deep breath, she pressed her body against the door, her ear resting against the wood, and listened.
Low guttural moans, flesh slapping against flesh, the sounds of hard, animalistic sex. Her fingers grasped the handle and pressed down, the bolt running free, the door was open. Holding her breath, she opened it slightly, inching forward to peek through the small crack and then wished she hadn't.
Before her, on a massive bed with heavy black silk sheets, was Angelus, in full game face fucking Spike hard. Male bodies slamming into each other in a tangle of limbs and pale skin and the dark haired vampire was demanding his dominance. Angelus tore his mouth from Spike's with a growl and turned his head to look directly at Willow through the crack of the door, not breaking the hard rhythm he had set.
Willow slammed the door shut and stumbled backwards, dropping her towel. Turning around, she ran to her room, slamming the bathroom door behind her. Shocked and confused she walked out to her sitting room, planning to put the green dress back on. But it was gone, as were Angelus' clothes. Fighting back the tears, she looked about the room, the candles had been extinguished and the cabinet closed back up. Stumbling slightly, she moved back through to her bedroom and crawled into the vast bed, curling up into a tight ball, trying to ignore the sounds that were still coming from Angelus' room.
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