The limo pulled in to a new location. No longer was I restricted to the decks of the ship. Now, I had an entire estate at my full disposal. I couldn�t help but be excited at the site of the huge home before me that Angelus informed me was one of many that he�d acquired throughout the years. He told me all about the home and estates past, but I didn�t really pay all that much attention to everything - or anything - that he was saying. My eyes were glued to the beautiful scenery spread out before me.
The gardens were exquisite! The pool was to-die-for! The large stone mansion was more than I could ever dream of. And the rooms he showed me inside the home, were each rich and elegant in their own individual right. No two rooms were the same theme. Some were done in a Spanish style. Some were French. Some were Egyptian, almost. And some were straight-up Celtic. Like my dark lover.
Angelus told me to go upstairs and throw on some comfortable clothing. He wasn�t at all pleased with the idea of the staff seeing me in my skimpy outfit more than they already had.
**
It took me about ten seconds after Buffy ran up the stairs to get changed, to realize that I couldn�t resist another inviting bout of love-making with her. Or to be more exact, pounding her into the mattress.
I half-jogged my way up the stairs, and it seemed to take an eternity for me to reach the master bedroom. But I finally got there, and I grabbed and twisted the door knob to peer inside, making sure I didn�t make a sound. I wanted to see what Buffy did when I wasn�t around...Especially when she was changing her clothes.
Buffy was wearing some black, basic briefs that I recognized as the kind she liked to sleep in, and she was pulling a baby blue T-shirt on over her head. Dammit! I�d missed the big show!
Stepping inside, I shut the door soundly, getting her attention when she whipped around to see who was there behind her. She sighed in relief when she saw that it was me...Well, sort of. �I thought it might be the butler, for a second,� she laughed, putting a hand to her forehead, which lifted her top to reveal an inch or two of her tanned stomach.
I smiled predator-like as I stalked over to her, �why? is there something going on between you and Alonzo that I should know about?� I was teasing, and even though we both knew that-it made me want to growl in jealousy, just the same.
She laughed and replied sarcastically, �yeah. You weren�t old enough for me, babe. Sorry about that one,� she mock-saluted me as if to show respect as she dumped me. �What are you doing here, anyways?� she asked.
I smiled and stepped closer to her. �I missed you,� I told her. �Being around you does wonders for me. This last week has been...�
She smiled seductively, placing a small hand on my chest. She looked up at me with bright eyes and said, �it�s going to get a lot better, I think.�
I smiled, grabbing her hand from my chest and kissing it tenderly, �it�s a lot better now.�
She frowned and asked suspiciously, �you�re acting a little too light and goofy. Angelus�Are you drunk?�
I laughed, �no. Why? Am I slurring?� I couldn�t help making a joke. I took the time to unbutton my shirt and take it off, leaving me in just some black pants.
She rolled her eyes. �I�m serious. If you�re drunk, then this really isn�t the best time for...� she frowned as she tried to think of what to say. Finally she said, �...Whatever you have planned. So just forget about it, okay? Cause in the morning, you�ll look back and say� wow, I was really drunk, and she couldn�t even tell that all I needed was a little support, and someone to clean my face when I throw up�.�
I laughed and pulled her to me, �stop analyzing so much, baby.�
She sighed, not wanting to admit that perhaps she was overanalyzing things. �Okay, so I�m thinking that maybe we-� the last part was a bit of a shriek as I pulled her to my chest and carried her to the bed where I laid her down.
Moving over her, I smirked, �I win,� I announced.
Not one to be won over easily, Buffy raised an eyebrow, �what if this is exactly where I wanted you? That means I win. Right?�
I kept smirking, �so you admit you want me.�
�Well I wouldn�t exactly go that far and all,� she realized she was caught and tried to trick her way out of it.
I chuckled, �liar,� I whispered against her lips, kissing her softly, passionately. �You know you want me.� I loved the fact that she did, and that I knew it. I wasn�t being arrogant by suggesting she wanted me, rather I was making a point of stating a fact that we both knew to be true from past experiences and basic knowledge.
�Maybe I do,� I shrugged. �Doesn�t change the fact that I could resist you, if I wanted.� Her eyes gleamed as she teased me. I recognized that one. That was her final thrust to show me that she wanted some of the power here. Buffy was the perfect woman: A beautiful, wonderful, charming, sweet, sufficient woman in public-And a sexy, erotic, tantalizing, sensual seductress in the bedroom. I couldn�t ask for more from her. Teasing back, I replied, �could...But won�t.�
She grinned, and flipped us suddenly so that she was straddling my waist. She pinned my hands over my head and said, �not right now, at least.�
I chuckled and accepted her kiss with a passion to match her own. I�d never get enough of our verbal foreplay. It was almost as erotic and sexy as Buffy herself...Almost. I doubt there�s anything more desirable than Buffy.
As I pulled off her top, I found I was wrong. Maybe Buffy naked was more sexy. I couldn�t be sure. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I confirmed my suspicions. She was definitely all the more sexy when she was nude. I knew from past explorations, that Buffy�s nipples are always extra tender, and that proven, she sat up on my hips, trying to decrease the pressure from my lips. I pursued her anyways, and flipped her onto her back.
One hand stimulated her breast as I nibbled her other nipple, and my free hand slid down to remove her from her panties. I blew a breath of hot air on her breast, and she let out a breathy shriek. She was so damned responsive to me that it made me even harder for her...If that�s even possible. Sliding two fingers inside of her tight depths, she moaned. God, she was still so tight around my fingers...And my cock. She was so perfect for me.
Perfect.
Buffy.
�Want to resist now?� I asked, capturing her lips for another kiss as I pumped my fingers in and out of her in a slow, driving rhythm that made her squirm.
She moaned, nibbling on my lips tenderly, �I still could,� she replied with a smirk, staying a vixen until the end.
I laughed as I felt her beginning to come around my fingers. Kissing her once more, I slid down her body at an alarming rate, and began licking around my fingers as she came, increasing her pleasure and sending her into her second explosion of fierce delight. I lapped up her juices, delighting in how sweet she always tasted.
There was no other woman like Buffy in this world, or any other. I�d never really enjoyed going down on a woman, until I met Buffy. She tasted so good, and upon first getting to know her body, I had been dying to please her with my mouth and my hands. Watching her clench around my fingers as she came was the biggest turn on for me.
Licking her clean, I grinned and climbed back up her body. She sighed, coming out of her orgasmic daze to gaze up at me. �You�re entirely too smug, Mister,� she informed me.
�Oh please,� I turned onto my back next to her. �Be the one to humble me.�
She grinned, pursuing me like I knew she would. She always would. It seemed her desires for me were as insatiable as my own were for her. The first thing she did, was remove me from my pants. Tossing them away, she laid between my legs and smiled at me. �I still have to wonder,� she peered down at me curiously. �...How you fit all of this,� she wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft, �...Inside of little, tiny...me.� She smirked up at me.
I kept part of my mind in focus as I responded in a low, raspy voice, �it�s a tight fit, baby. But I can manage.�
She grinned, �I�d like to see if you can. Wouldn�t you?� She quirked an eyebrow at me, removing me of the last bits of my sanity.
�God yes,� I whispered, reaching down to pull her up to kiss me. Turning us over, I impaled her with one hard thrust. She broke from the kiss to gasp my name against my lips. �God, Angelus,� she whispered, her eyes shut. As I thrust again she begged, �don�t stop.�
I chuckled softly, �I have no intention of doing such a thing, darling,� I assured her, drawing out and pushing back in again, delighting in the friction it created between our lower bodies. I leaned down to lay a tender kiss to her neck, licking over her jugular vein and making her moan.
I smiled. So she liked that, huh? I laid blunt teeth to her vein as it pulsed in time with her heart beat, which seemed to be matching the rhythm I�d set with our driving bodies below. She whispered my name repeatedly as I pressed my teeth into her skin, firmly claiming her in an act as carnal and animalistic as growling at your prey.
Speaking of which, I could resist letting out a soft murmur of a growl as she pushed upwards into me, trying to get me deeper still....Deeper. As deep as I could go.
When I felt her start to come, I placed my fingers on her pleasure bud, pressing down firmly to increase her pleasure ten-fold. She screamed my name and drove up into me. I kissed her then, moaning her name with every thrust, until finally I came; spilling in to her tight depths with no hesitation. We didn�t have anything to worry about, so why shouldn�t I fill her? It was as if I was claiming her all over again, every time I came inside of her.
Like after seemingly every fierce union such as this, I found Buffy exhausted in my arms as I rolled onto my side and pulled her to my chest. I knew that I could go again in a matter of minutes-if not seconds-but I had to have respect for the fact that she was already extremely over-tired, with time-changes and all. Not to mention the fact that was extremely sore from all of our obsessive pleasure acts in the last few days. But I could smile at the fact that she was becoming nocturnal, just like me.
�Still want to resist?� I couldn�t help asking into her hair with a teasing smirk.
She sighed against my bare chest, kissing my damp skin. �I can�t,� she admitted, finally giving in to me...For now, at least.
**
�Well, my darling, what do you think?� Angelus twirled me around in the bedroom an hour later, after getting dressed. He pulled me to his chest. �Does it meet your standards? Or shall I have it torn down to make room for a temple in which I can worship you?� He smirked down at me, a teasing glint in his eyes.
I giggled rather girlishly. Just being around Angelus when he was in this mood, made me want to explode with happiness. He was unfailingly gentle with me most of the time, but when he was in this teasing, light mood-he was so sweet and considerate and loving. I could die a happy woman after seeing him in this mood just once.
�Do you think they could build a temple large enough?� I teased back, placing a quick kiss to his lips. He took advantage of the kiss by deepening the moment, leaning me back over his arms and kissing me until I was breathless.
�I could work something out,� he assured me against my lips in a husky, seductive voice that made me tremble with unfulfilled desire. �What did you have in mind, lover?�
I didn�t get a chance to respond as he captured my lips with another kiss. When we broke apart, he led me into the dressing rooms and said, �I�ve had arrangements made for your new stylist, Lauren, to come by this afternoon to get you ready for this evening, lover. You can get ready for her now. She should be here any moment.�
�Really?� I was so excited at the idea of having my own �stylist�. �What am I getting styled for?� I was still trying to make Angelus slip-up and tell me what he had planned for this evening. I wanted something a little more concise than �tonight you meet the world�. Granted, meeting the world was enough to make me super excited, but I still wanted to know more.
�You know what,� he chastised me with a smile. �Now run along and get cleaned up. You have a big night ahead of you.�
�Angelus?� I pulled him back to me when he turned to leave the room. �Please just give me a hint?� I turned my best puppy-dog face on him. �Pretty, pretty please?� I continued my tortured expression.
He chuckled softly and kissed my pouting lips. �Lover, soon you�ll see. Until then, I can only tell you that tonight; you�ll meet the whole world that matters. So get ready, and remember how loved you are.� He left then, tossing another of his heart-stopping, sexy smirks over his shoulder.
Okay, so I know what you�re thinking now. You�re thinking that I sold out again. Right? You�re thinking that I shouldn�t have given in so easily after everything that�s just happened. And maybe you�re right. Maybe I shouldn�t have given in to this deliciously gorgeous man with deep, seductive eyes so easily. Especially after the whole �killing incident� from just a few hours ago. But I have one question for you�
Would you have had the strength to resist him?
That�s what I thought. No. That�s your answer. So how can our hero, that�d be me, expect to have the strength to resist this dark devilishly handsome angel. What a deadly combination he is. Dark and light. Night and day. Well, philosophically of course, cause he has that whole �allergy to the sun� problem. But you still know what I mean�Right?
There was a knock on the door only moments after Angelus walked out, and in walked a short brunette with a timid face and obviously skilled hands. She smiled nervously at me and said, �M-Miss Angelus? My name is Lauren. I am your stylist and seamstress for the evening.�
�Pleasure to meet you, Lauren,� I said with a smile. I tried to ignore the different tone of my voice as I spoke to someone I didn�t know. I hoped that she didn�t notice it. But even I noticed how sharp my words sounded. It was like all this time spent with Angelus, had made me just as shortly-announced and quick-to-respond as he was. Perhaps he was rubbing off on me a little too much�
�Shall we get started, Miss Angelus?� she asked, still looking hesitant and nervous around me.
In a last effort to calm her, I smiled brightly and said, �please. Call me Buffy.� She smiled then, and I suggested, �so shall we start with finding out what color would suit this dreadful half-tan that I�m dealing with?�
**
My own tailor went about the task of preparing my usual attire for such an outing as tonight. The basic black, leather pants, finely stitched silk, Italian shirt, and long black leather duster. As he worked on preparing my ensemble, I found I couldn�t keep from pacing back and forth in my dressing quarters. Buffy was getting ready for this evening, and I knew I should let her and her stylist work together, but I could barely resist. I could feel her stirring restlessly in the room next to me as Lauren worked on her dress. Buffy never was one for sitting still too long.
I could hear her heart beating. She was nervous. I could tell. But she was excited too, and that made up for her sinking feelings of doubt and hesitation. �Do relax, Master,� my tailor, Smith, bid me politely. �Lauren will ensure that Mistress Buffy is dressed accordingly to your instructions.�
�If it was Lauren preparing an outfit for just anyone, I would have no doubt that my instructions would be followed,� I confided in Smith. �However, Buffy isn�t just anyone. She is strong-headed. She is incredibly stubborn. I don�t know what she may say to Lauren to influence her decisions.�
�If you are so concerned, sir, then why did you not insist that one of your more placid-minded stylists work on Buffy? They would have scarcely listened to your mistress� instructions if they differed to your own,� Smith reminded me.
I sighed. I knew exactly why. It was because despite how much I loved controlling Buffy, I wanted her to have the roam and leash to disobey me enough to make winning her over to my side even sweeter. I wanted her to have special privileges of freedom that I would never give to any other sexual acquaintance or momentary fling. Buffy was more, so she deserved more. As my mate, she deserved the right to have a say in matters concerning her own appearance. As long as she follows basic guidelines for cleavage cuts and slit measures. I couldn�t have the men watching her every moment of the day.
To answer Smith, I simply shrugged and said, �Lauren is closer to Buffy�s age. Buffy will listen better to someone that doesn�t appear as an authority figure. I know she hates those.�
**
�Oh Lauren!� I pouted, �this makes me look just as bad! What is wrong with me? Everything you�ve created so far, has been wonderful!� I motioned to the pile of gowns that Lauren had slaved over. �But nothing just suits what I have in mind. Nothing just goes with what I want.�
�What do you want, Miss?� Lauren asked in that sweet, innocent voice that made me wonder if she�d ever cursed in her entire life.
I sighed. �I want something for tonight.� I frowned then. �That�s awfully vague, isn�t it?� I groaned, �oh I don�t know! Nothing fits what I want to wear, because I don�t know what I want to wear, because I don�t know what I�m supposed to be wearing to something that I don�t know about!� I looked at Lauren nervously and asked, �was that even a sentence?�
�Perhaps a little time to think is required?� Lauren suggested, stifling a yawn. I agreed, and she left the room to take a ten minute break. Left to my thoughts, I paced around the room; frantic for an idea about what I wanted to wear for the night. Why can�t things just be easy?
�Trouble in paradise?� came a silky-smooth voice from the open door. I turned and felt like exploding with happiness when I saw that it was Angelus. He strolled in, shirtless and appetizing. His hands stuffed in his pockets, he stalked towards me casually and read my mind, �you�re going through idea after idea, but nothing�s working out, because you don�t know how to dress for something you don�t know about. Am I close, lover?� he stopped in front of me.
I felt like saying, �I know I am.� But the double-meaning of that statement would have further distracted me from the �mission� at hand. So instead I replied, �sort of. I just�If you could give me a hint, I�d stop torturing Lauren with demand after demand. I�m starting to get the feeling that she�s annoyed.�
�Annoyed?� Angelus frowned. �Perhaps I should kill her.�
I thought he was joking, and I laughed outwardly. Then my expression of humor dropped as I realized that he was dead serious. �Uh�Can you please not?� I asked, trying to look at him with my most pleading expression.
He smirked at me then, �if that is your wish, love. She lives.�
�Yes. Yes, that�s my wish,� I assured him quickly. Then I rushed to add, �not that I�m trying to order you around or anything, but it�s just that�Well, in all fairness, you did ask me if it was my wish, and�� I trailed off, realizing that all of my rambling wasn�t doing me any good.
Angelus chuckled softly, �lover, you�re allowed to tell me what you want. What part of being my �equal� don�t you understand? You can tell me what you wish, and you can do as you wish, as long as it doesn�t take you away from me. All I ask of you, is that you remember you belong to me, and keep what is mine�Covered,� he finished his words with a quick sweep of his eyes over my body.
It was then that I realized how little I was wearing. My skin-colored bra, panties, and thigh-high stockings didn�t exactly hide his �property�. It revealed quite a bit of it, to be precise. In any other situation, I would have rushed to cover my half-naked form. But since it was Angelus, and I long-since lost my shame before him, I only looked up from my body with a smirk of my own. �So you don�t like the ensemble I�ve decided on for the evening?�
He shook his head, �on the contrary, lover. I much love it. However, I won�t stand for other men seeing you in it. Now�� he took my hands in his and looked down at them. Looking into my eyes again, he smirked, �wear something basic, classic, elegant, sexy-as-Hell, and covering. That help?�
I shrugged, �I guess. You�ve narrowed it down from about five hundred dresses to perhaps�Three?� I squinted at him, hoping he wouldn�t be annoyed that I still hadn�t an exact clue as to what I wanted.
He leaned close and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. �It�s a start, lover,� he assured me. �It�s a start.�
~~
Lauren and I finally came up with what I could only hope was the �perfect� ensemble for the evening. A white, shimmering dress that hugged my figure just right, but kept a certain glow of mystery to my form. The neckline was modest, even if it was slightly alluring with a low cut, but Lauren assured me that she wouldn�t lose her head for it. The small straps criss-crossed down the low-back of the dress in a tantalizing pattern that offered just a hint of sexuality, and a lot of intrigue.
Lauren fastened my hair up off my head with little twists and curls in the elegant bun, and small diamond flakes throughout my blonde strands. A few loose tendrils of hair were left down for a wispy effect.
My make-up was done simple, but seductive. The trend of �cat eyes� was back in, so Lauren extended my eye liner past the corners of my eyes to make my eyes appear slightly smaller and slyer. My lips were adorned with a sexy pink lipstick, and a glossy shine over them to provide a bit of a diamond-fantasy effect.
�Well�� I took a deep breath as I twirled in front of the mirror one last time. Do you think he�ll like it, Lauren?�
�He loves it,� came Angelus� voice from right behind me. I turned and let out a little shriek at just how close he was. Damn lack-of-reflection in the mirror! He chuckled softly, the corners of his eyes creasing in the most delightful way. �A little nervous, baby?�
I sighed, �you have no idea. Not all of us can rule the world without a second thought, you know.�
He smiled and clicked open a long, velvet box. �Perhaps this will help you with the task?� he quirked an eyebrow to insist that I looked down. In the box in his hands, was a pink and white diamond-encrusted, platinum choker. I gasped, and a hand flew to my mouth. I�d never actually experienced a �movie star surprise� moment until now. Now, I found myself actually short-of-breath at the exquisite gift before me.
�Oh it�s beautiful,� I whispered, wishing that there was a better, and possibly more articulate word for describing the stunning piece of jewelry before me. Alas, I found no word, so I remained silent and settled for �beautiful�.
Angelus smiled and removed it from the case. Walking around behind me, he placed it on my neck and fastened the clasp. �A beautiful piece�For a beautiful mate,� he placed a tender kiss to my bare shoulder. �You look absolutely stunning, my darling,� he informed me.
�Stunning,� I mused, �why couldn�t I think of a word like that? It has such an elegant, classy ring to it. Whereas �beautiful� just doesn�t compare.� I turned to look at him and asked, �could it be that my IQ dropped ten points when I met you?�
Angelus chuckled, �I take it your nervousness is increasing. Yes?�
I shut my eyes, glad that I didn�t have to be the first to admit my fault. �You have no idea,� I leaned my head on his chest, taking comfort as his arms wrapped around me. �Angelus, if I knew where we were going, I�d be able to come up with a few worst-case scenarios that I can prepare myself for. But you won�t tell me, so I�m stuck with imagining the worst.�
�Which is�?� he prompted.
I laughed and shook my head as I offered one, �you�re taking me to a cattle-ranch in the hills for a rave party filled with rich stock brokers and their supermodel girlfriends.�
Angelus chuckled, �nothing that bad, my darling. I assure you.� He took my hand then, and wrapped it around his arm. �Come, my darling. You look stunning, and the world awaits you.�
�Can�t they wait a little longer?� I asked hopefully.
He only chuckled in response. It was becoming a general theme for his answers. I could tell this night was going to be interesting�I just didn�t know how truly interesting it would turn out to be.
~~