Who I Am Before I Was Ch. 02

"No mom." Buffy said, still panting from her orgasm and still wrapped around Angelus. "Okay, well, I'm leaving now. I see you tomorrow honey," Joyce said walking to the door, "And it was nice seeing you again Angel."

"Yes Joyce. I'm glad I came," he called down to her. Angelus smugly stared into Buffy's foggy eyes. "I'm definitely glad I came," he said quietly as they both heard the door close below them.

They continued to watch each other for long, sustained moments, until, finally Buffy, unwrapping her legs from Angelus, let her feet fall to the floor. They stood, once again face to face, and half-clothed. Buffy began to turn away until Angelus placed a hand on the wall, effectively cutting her off. She stood in place, until finally looking at him once again.

At her curious gaze, Angelus remarked, "You might as well take off the rest of your clothes. You won't be needing them," he said with a mask of emotionless features over his face.

Slowly Buffy began to pull her tank top over her head. Angelus stood back to get a better view. He watched as her breasts bounced free from their confines. He reached a hand out to grasp one plump piece of flesh between his hands. "I could eat you alive. Savor your flesh between my teeth for eternity," he spoke softly, more to himself than to her.

"What is it you have planned," she said warily.

"Hmm. Things your dirty mind has never even allowed you to fully process. Things that will make you quiver in fear and lust. When I'm done with you darling, you will yearn for me, far more than you already do." Angelus once again stepped back and pulling his trousers back up, tucked his penis back inside his pants. Buffy gave him a weary look. His lips curled into a smile, "Don't worry, lover. You will only be out of my presence for a short time. Now go into your bedroom and wait for me," Angelus traced her features with a fingertip, "I'll only be but a moment."

Buffy watched as he descended the stairs. Bending over to pick up her clothes, Buffy heard him call out to her, "Leave the clothes on the floor Buff." Buffy dropped the items and left them. Slowly she walked into her bedroom very aware that she had heard the front door open and not close until a minute later.

Buffy stared out her window. How did she get here? At least before, she was giving him a fight, now, nothing. She was a willing participant. Tears began to flood her eyes as she realized just what she had just done. She had fucked Angelus only steps away from her loving mother. She had wanted to be caught, wanted to put her mother in danger. How could she have done that? Buffy covered her face with her hands as shame overwhelmed her, and suddenly feeling very aware of her nudity, she turned to cover herself, only to be faced with an angry Angelus, a leather bag swinging at his side. He dropped the bag with a thud to the floor.

"I see," he snarled, "now we're back to playing the martyr again, are we? Oh, poor Buffy. Has to fuck a demon to protect her family. Boo fucking hoo," he yelled in her face. "This self pity is really getting tiresome. If you are as adult as you claim to be, you'd fuck me and give up this crying bullshit. It's boring, and not in the least bit truthful."

Buffy choked back a sob as Angelus lunged for her. Grasping her roughly, "Ow, Angelus, you're hurting me."

"And isn't the pain exquisite," he purred and dipped a finger into her sopping pussy, thrusting a few times, then pulling it back out. He held his glistening hand to her face, "this is truth, Buff. You're juice on my hand is the real truth. You can't escape that. It gives you away every time," he finished as he licked his hand clean, making sure to watch her face the entire time. Another tear streamed down her cheek as he leaned in and kissed it away. "Its lesson time," he said flatly, "lay on the bed."

Buffy slowly pulled away from him and, pulling the covers back, laid flat on her back on the bed. Angelus took the covers from the foot of the bed and tore them away, tossing them on the floor. "We won't be needing covers. There will be no sleeping tonight."

Buffy watched as Angelus picked up the bag he had carried in and placed it on her desk. Unzipping it, he pulled out several items. Nipple clamps, a few dildos and vibrators, leather straps, and a knife. Angelus turned to look at her. He wanted to watch her writhe on the bed, wanted to see her pass out from too much pleasure and pain, wanted her to go so far over the edge to where she could no longer differentiate between the two. And tonight would be that night.

He walked over to the bed, leaving all the toys on the desk. He quickly divested himself of his clothes as his hard cock once again sprang free, growing even thicker at Buffy's hot gaze. "Now," he said softly, "I want you to be the person you're supposed to be. Do what you want. And I know what you want. So take it, as your nature commands you to.

Buffy leaned forward and in one instant, took his entire length into her welcoming mouth. She made slurping sounds as she devoured his cock. Angelus let his hands fall on the back of her head, guiding his shaft between her lips. "I know you like that, don't you? All your crying, all the pain you have inside, it doesn't have to be that way. You just have to learn to take what you want," he smiled sadistically, "and I know you always want my cock." Buffy pulled away and looked into his dark eyes as she pumped him with her hand. Angelus' eyes, eyes that held no love for her. Not like Angel's. No, these eyes held nothing but possession for her. A desire to break her. And break her he would.

"Please Angelus. Just fuck me. You don't…" she eyed the items on the desk, "you don't need those. All I need is you."

"Lover, you need to be taught. You need to open yourself up for me. Fully and Completely," he grabbed her head roughly, "now suck me off, so I can get on with the lesson." Buffy took a breath and lowered her head once again. No longer intent on enjoying the feel of his cock, Angel's cock, in her mouth. Just trying to hold back the trepidation she felt at what the night ahead held for her.

Angelus thrusted into her waiting mouth, "Fuck it Slayer. Fuck it hard," Buffy pulled away and while pumping him savagely, she nibbled on the head, which caused Angelus to roar, "Again. Do that again," he ordered. As one hand continued its movements, the other fell to his sack to fondle him. Buffy bit a little harder with her blunt teeth on the head, but before Angelus could make another command, she quickly sucked the tender tip into her mouth. Sucking hard, before biting down again, Angelus came with a howl, "Yesss," not caring for her, he pushed his penis further down her throat, making sure she swallowed every last drop of his essence. Once he was sure he had cum all he would, he fell on the bed beside her. Glancing over at her, "See, you already know pain is a sustenance for pleasure, that's why you bit me. You knew I would love it. It was a superb blow-job, Buff. I have definitely taught you properly how to suck cock."

Without thought, Buffy responded, "I guess I learned from the best cock-sucker."

Angelus flew up and smacked her face so hard she crashed against her headboard. Fire flared inside of him as Buffy rubbed her stinging face, tears once again welling up inside her. "You bastard. It was a joke," she shot.

"I guess I don't share your humor. Don't move," he said turning around in all his naked glory to pick up the leather binds. "You're attitude gives me pause, Buff. I've been so lenient with you today. And your little self-pity party and big mouth are starting to irritate me," he held up one of the straps, "turn over."

"What? I'm not letting you tie me…" before she could finish her sentence, Angelus threw her on her stomach and jumped on top of her, effectively pinning her beneath him, her head facing the end of the bed, and her feet nearly touching the headboard.

"I told you to do as I say. I'll make you scream in pain before the night is through."

"Let go. Angelus, please….don't do this."

"Ah, Buff, you're so beautiful when you beg," he said snapping a leather strap to each of her ankles, then attaching the other end to her headboard. "These straps are a little different than the ones you would find commonly in a sex shop. You see, domination would be no fun if our submissive partner could at any point break free. So, vampires have to add a little magic. So, you won't be able to break loose of these, darling, so sit tight."

Angelus stood at the end of the bed, watching as she quietly sobbed, laying flat on her belly. No, this really wouldn't do. "Buff, I want you on all fours. Do that for me, won't you?" Buffy slowly raised herself on her knees and hands. "Hmm, much better," he snarled. Angelus kneeled down so that he could see underneath her; her breasts hanging, her chest heaving in and out, and her pussy juice seeping down the inside of her thighs. Perfection. He used the remaining two binds and snapped them around her wrists and then tied them to the bed legs.

Angelus brought the items from the desk, and placed them next to her on the bed, as he scooted underneath her. His head placed firmly beneath her vagina. Buffy slowly lowered her mouth to his cock, but was stopped almost instantly, "Don't touch it. I don't want you touching any part of me, understand?"

"Yes." Don't touch him? What was this? Angelus was giving up a blow-job? What were his plans? Was she being punished or was this a reward? A night for her enjoyment only? No, that couldn't be it. Then again, Angelus was underneath her, ready to perform cunnilingus, and she didn't have to please him even though his dick stood straight in front of her.

Angelus leaned up, and inhaling her scent, dove straight in. Lapping at her juice as Buffy screamed in unrequited lust. She tried to push herself on him further, but was stopped as he held her thighs. He ate her so delicately and thoroughly. Making sure not one part of her pink little cunt was untouched. Un-tasted. He made her cum, twice, three-times from eating her out. His entire face glistened with her honey.

Buffy began humping his face, for which he allowed. He ate her for nearly an hour, without even sliding one of his long digits inside of her. Never once did his tongue even enter her heat. It was all done with sucking and licking. Biting and nibbling. When her seventh orgasm neared, she screamed as it rippled through her, Angelus finally giving in to his want, turned his head and sunk his fangs into her thigh, causing another climax to shatter through her.

Buffy collapsed on top of him. With a growl he pushed her back up, "I said on all fours. Stay that way, Buffy."

"I can't. It's too much. No more, please."

"Darling, we have barely begun," he said as he moved his head toward her anus. Now starting his tongue-wash there. As he nursed her tight, puckered hole, she begged him to fill her. With his tongue; finger; cock, anything. She needed something inside of her. He refused.

Twenty minutes, and three more orgasms later, Angelus stopped licking her back passage. How Buffy was still standing, was beyond him. But the second time she had fallen from exhaustion, he had bit her clitoris, causing her to bolt upright and shoot straight into another orgasm.

"Please….I can't…it hurts Angelus. I just need you inside me," Buffy panted, no longer ashamed at her need for this man. This demon.

"No," he said moving out from under her. He looked her in the eyes, the first time in hours, "lick my face clean." Too far gone in her own need, Buffy complied, lapping up the remnants of herself on his face. And to say there was an abundance would be an understatement. She finished with a passionate kiss to his lips, as Angelus pulled away. "I'm hungry."

At Buffy's bewildered look, he picked up a strap that had to egg-shaped vibrators attached to each end. He strapped it around her waist, effectively positioning one egg on her anus, and the other on her clit, neither, though, was inside her body, merely on the surface. Once again he scooted underneath her, this time facing her. He watched her eyes as they drifted shut from time to time, "I'll make you crave all that I crave." Grabbing the knife, he shuffled further beneath her, so that he was face to face with her breasts.

Buffy could feel his rigid staff between her legs, and attempted to appease her hunger by sliding against him. As Angelus felt her shift, he growled warningly and bit into her breast, drawing blood, but quickly pulling his fangs back out once he felt her relax, no longer attempting to engulf his cock in her slick heat. Buffy took the warning. But why wouldn't he want to be inside her? He had said that was where he always wanted to be. Only, his choice of words was somewhat less flattering.

"Angelus, what are you doing with the knife?" she asked with nervousness etching her voice.

"Soon," he said attempting to mollify her. Before she could make any further complaint as to her clit's tenderness, and her core's aching need, Angelus used the knife to cut a small slit under the curve of her breast.

Buffy screamed in pain as the metal sliced her. A wound no longer than three inches, yet seemed far more excruciating. Just as he cut her, Angelus reached around and hit the button on the vibrators, sending Buffy flying as she experienced yet another orgasm. Only, this time, the pain was evident in her bliss. Buffy's rapture now weighing heavily on her pain, as Angelus continued to make tiny slits on her chest, belly, and abdomen. He greedily sucked up all the blood as it seeped from her body. Each slice causing another climax to ripple through her, so much that not even when one finished, another began.

All the cuts Angelus made had already begun to heal as he pulled away from her, allowing her a moment to rest on the bed. Buffy would definitely have to change the sheets before her mother saw. It was wet with sweat, droplets of blood that he had not caught, and her juice. The entire roomed smelled of her essence. But the ultimate goal tonight would be Buffy willingly causing pain for pleasure. She already begged beyond thought to him to stop using the vibrators on her clit. Over twenty climaxes, Buffy could barely think. But wait. One more for humiliation, he thought.

Still allowing her to rest on her sore stomach, Angelus climbed the bed behind her. He removed the now stilled vibrators from her waist, and tossed them to the floor. He slowly rubbed her ass, "It's occurred to me that I've never drank from you." A muffled sob came from her throat. Nothing Angelus recognized as words, so he continued on. "I don't mean your blood darling. I mean the very last thing you have to offer me," he said as he dipped one finger into her heat.

Buffy warily raised herself on all fours again. On shaky limbs, she finally felt him inside her. It wasn't what she wanted most, but it would do. Her fogged mind couldn't make out what he was doing though. Just one finger? He was stretching it inside her as far as he could, then he began stroking. "Oh, God….don't stop," she screamed clenching on his finger.

Angelus stroked inside of her. Suddenly this moment became everything to him. He wanted to taste all that flowed from her as she came like she never had before. The g-spot. It was sure to soak the sheets and the mattress itself. And Angelus wanted that flood in his mouth. He knew that she would find shame in such a messy act. Would probably cry herself to sleep over it from sheer embarrassment. It shouldn't take long. Not with the amount of orgasms she had already had. Just a few strokes in just the right spot, and she would be there.

Buffy was soon thrusting on his finger. He knew that if he wanted to, he could probably fill her tight pussy with his fist. She felt just that wet. But that would be for another day. "Oh yessss, Angelus…fuck me….fuck me…," she cried as her soaked hair clung to her back. A few strands falling around her face. Then it happened, she screamed so hard, he knew as he pulled his hand away, and positioned himself under her, swallowing as much as he could, and yet still not near enough as it wet the sheets. Buffy herself could scream no more, as her sore throat wouldn't allow it. Then, it was done. She collapsed just after Angelus retreated.

What Buffy felt in the moments before was something far too intense. She had actually wanted him to stop. The rush that was building inside of her scared her. It was too much. Too new. But he wouldn't stop. She didn't even know what was coming, and when it did, the humiliation that filled her was beyond words. She had soaked the entire bed. It almost felt like she was peeing, only she had never felt that much bliss during a simple routine bathroom break. But all she felt now, was soaked sheets beneath her body.

Angelus gave a few strokes to his cock, almost oblivious that after all these hours, he had still yet to cum. No matter, the time for that would arrive soon enough.

Angelus untied her wrists. She had yet to open her eyes. Had she passed out? No, her eyelids gave a slight flutter. He turned her face to look at his. "Buff. Would you like some cock now. I know you need something in that hole of yours. So long been denied."

Despite her fatigue and pleasure that no longer could be called pleasure. There was pain. But, oh so delicious pain, she nodded slowly. "Inside me. You need….to cum…"

"I will." Angelus pulled something out from beneath the bed. Buffy opened her eyes slightly, eyeing the contraption. He smiled, "It's a Sybian. I realize that I've said I don't want anything else inside you but me, but, since I'm not famous for keeping rules, I bought this. I want to see you ride it."

"Where did you…."

"Oh, I hid it under while you were having dinner. You didn't even hear me. So much for that so-called Slayer ability of sensing vampires," he huffed. He moved to untie the restraints at her feet. She made no move to get up.

With barely open lids, Buffy looked at the contraption. It was large. I guess so that she could straddle it, and a penis stood on the top. Like all a woman had to do was sit on this and feel pleasure. How could something so stupid looking, be pleasurable? Then her mind drifted to Xander and Cordelia. They looked stupid together, and yet appeared to be enjoying themselves immensely while in closets.

Angelus placed the Sybian on Buffy's bed. He took her hand and helped her up. She could barley even keep her eyes open. Angelus leaned down and grazed her ear, "Climb on, darling. It awaits you." He helped her maneuver over the toy and watched her face shift in pleasure/pain as she slowly slid down on the phallus.

Angelus walked over to the chair that was planted facing away from the bedroom door. Sitting down in it he wrapped his hand around his penis, watching Buffy intently. She didn't move. She had had nothing inside her, except his finger, since their escape hours ago in the hall. But her exhaustion had taken its toll. Instead of thrashing around, Buffy was nearly asleep. So much for Slayer stamina, Angelus thought. Very well then, he would instruct her.

"Buff," her eyes looked toward him, glazed over with drowsiness, "touch yourself, my love. Squeeze those nipples that have been neglected." Buffy complied. Angelus shook his head in disappointment. No, this just wouldn't do. He rose from the chair and turned the machine on. Another orgasm shot through her in an instant. Brief, but nonetheless, another. Buffy rose slightly off the machine, keeping it clear of her clit, which she planned to avoid altogether. The last few times Angelus had been playing with her little pearl, the pain wretched through her entire body, causing tears to fall from her eyes. No, there would be no more of touching that particular body part for days. Maybe even weeks. Angelus took the nipples clamps from the floor, and fastened one onto a protruding nipple. Buffy cried out, and Angelus smiled down upon her, then quickly fastened the second one onto the other nipple. "There. Now that's better," he said walking backward to sit in the chair once more.