The First Series
 First 5 The Castle
          By : Lady Sirona lsirona@pacbell.net,
          Rated NC17 [Buffy/Angel] M/F consensual sex, oral and anal sex, blood
          play, BDSM, roleplay
          Spoilers: Up to Bad Eggs then the universe splits off from there

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The Castle
Joyce came into Buffy's room as she was packing a bag. She still couldn't believe that her baby was bonded to that vampire Angelus. They had decided for her to live with her mother but Joyce knew it was only a manner of time before her baby moved in with him. "Going somewhere for the weekend?" She asked afraid of the answer.

"Uummm, Angelus has something planned for the weekend, a total surprise." Buffy seemed both frustrated and intrigued by the thought.

Joyce sat on Buffy's bed playing with her pet stuffed pig Mr. Gordo. "Are you and Angelus OK Buffy? I mean this bonding and consort thing is hard, at least it is hard for me. I have a problem trying to realize my baby is almost as good as married and I didn't even get to go to a ceremony… "

Buffy sat nest to her mother taking her hand. "I am so sorry mom, but in a few years we'll have a proper one, I promise"

Joyce looked at their joined hands. "I know... it is too weird to marry at your age. But you are still married, with all the responsibilities of marriages also... " She shivered to think her baby having sex with that THING! He was so large, and god knows if he hurt her much. She knew he bite her during sex!

Buffy laughed. "Yeah and then a few on top. Like saving the world now and then"

Joyce looked totally embarrassed and Buffy realized the responsibility she was talking about was sex. "Well if you have any questions, you'll ask me right?"

Buffy smiled at her mom. "It's OK we are good that way too. And you'll be the first person I ask if I have questions."

"Oh I am glad... it is such an integral part of a good relationship." Joyce babbled much to Buffy's humor.

"That's good." Joyce said as they heard Angelus's characteristic knock on the front door.

Joyce jumped up. "Do you want to go let him in or shall I go down and send him up?"

Buffy looked at her partial packing and sighed. "Uumm send him up? I still have packing to do here and I could use his help in deciding what to take since I have no idea what we are doing."

Joyce nodded and went downstairs to open the door on the handsome vampire that had saved her and Willow's life and stole her baby. He was in leather pants and a silk shirt with leather jacket and was just debonair. "Hello Angelus.... Wow you look good tonight!"

"Thank you Mrs. Summers. Is Buffy's in her room?" Angelus was always polite to Joyce. Knowing she saw Angelus in kill mode embarrassed him and he tried to make it up to her. Joyce nodded.

Buffy heard Angelus come up stairs and into her room and she looked at the doorway. Angelus was leaning in the doorway. He was wearing a black leather jacket, black leather boots, tight black leather pants and a red silk shirt, open at the neck. He had a wry smile and wicked glint in his eye. Buffy jaw dropped looking at him he looked magnificent. "A ready to go?" he asked huskily kissing her lips.

Buffy nodded. "You look amazing."

He pulled her closer to him and kissed her hungrily and demandingly. This was far beyond what Angelus normally would do in her mother's house. "I had to broaden the wardrobe... choirboy's clothes were far too plain." He chuckled.

Buffy was stunned and looked up at him. "Angelus? "

Angelus laughed. "Took you long enough. Is it that hard to tell us apart?" he know he was teasing her. She always picked up quickly on when he was out even when he didn't change the clothes.

Buffy hugged him and bit her lower lip almost ashamed at the raw sensuality that went through her knowing it was Angelus. How could one cheat on a single person with two personalities? She felt she was cheating on Angel in a way by her delight in Angelus. "I wasn't even thinking it would be you.." She murmured into this chest

" I know." He took a grim delight in her response to him.

"You and Angel planned this?" she asked quietly. In a way she wanted him to have given permission for her to be with Angelus and not have Angelus just taking over.

"We have the weekend. Let's enjoy it. Are you ready to go? I want to be in LA before midnight. Anything you don't have, screw it, we'll buy it if you need it. Time to turn the virgin into the vixen." Angelus had a large predatory grin she recognized as Angelus as his worst. He picked up her bag and headed down stairs.

"Angelus with money, I'm happy." she said not realizing how it sounded regarding Angelus.

Joyce met them downstairs looking questionably at them her mothering instinct told her not to let he baby go off for the weekend with this man, but her mind remind her they were bonded and married vampire fashion so it was stupid to argue.

Angelus handed Joyce a business card. "My cell phone in case of emergency." He led Buffy out of the house and down the steps before she saw the car waiting in the driveway. It was a black mustang with tinted windows. He put her luggage in the trunk next to his. He opened her door for her "Angelus, I'm impressed" she told him as she slid into the car. She leaned back into the leather seats and looked around. It had all the options one would want. "You have been busy, haven't you?"

Angelus chuckled as he slid into his side of the car his leather pants squeaking on the leather interior. "Like I said... Business."

Buffy chuckled. "Hhmmmm, remind me not to believe that from you again."

Angelus looked at her. "No you should... I was dealing with a lot of different forms of business

"Ohh, want to talk about it?" she asked slyly. Her mind was running a million miles a minute and she wanted to know what the plan was.

"Not particularly. I want most of it to be a surprise... I am taking you somewhere special." He reached over and opened the glove compartment and handed her an envelope. Inside the envelope is a California ID out to her, but her name was Buffy Summers-Boyle and her address was the mansion. It took her a moment to discover that her age was 21 instead of 17.

"Will you tell me why I'll need this?" she smiled at the name and the fact he got them, she could tell it was a real DMV ID and wondered how he got it.

"Because you have to be 21 to go to the Castle, and I want to take you to the Castle. I think you will enjoy it a lot... but you need to be 21 to enter and they scan for fake ID's." he told her. He had wanted to surprise her but he realized she would drive him nuts trying to figure it out and it was a drive to LA that he wanted to be pleasant

"The Castle? What's The Castle? I've never heard of it..." she looked at him. Once she had pried him out of that shell both Angelus and Angelus had been surprising her a lot.

It is a Dungeon for BDSM. Where people go to live or experience and role-play...

I am going to expose you to the D/s lifestyle. You seem to like it... we can play with it there. I think you will look fetching in a collar." He laughed

"Similar to what we have already done on our own?" she asked quietly.

Angelus laughed. "Yeah but a little more blatant and others will watch you submit..." he shifted in his seat as the thought of her submitting to him in public gave him a raging hard on.

She shivered to think about it. "I'm going to be your slave?"

"This weekend you're an owned slave. You're MINE. By wearing my collar you make all present know you are mine." He growled with the erotic response to that thought. " We need to come up with a safe word... which tells me your being pushed too far." He thought a bit and then smiled. "Indigo. Indigo tells me you have been pushed too far and to back off/comfort you. Red is the warning to stop everything."

Buffy thought a moment. "OK, fair enough, I won't have to use it though will I?" she wasn't too sure of this if he planned on pushing her until she screamed red. "How many years you been doing this for Angelus?

"You need to remember them, and if I am a proper Master, you won't have to use them. But you need to remember that I am not used to playing nice. So you need to know you can stop me cold if I get out of hand." He laughed at the expression on her face. "You ask how me many years? 245 - 80 = 165 I have been doing it about 165 years but I didn't worry often about my slaves surviving the experience though.... I will tell you what I want you to do, you are going to the castle as part of your initial training."

Buffy was shocked. "Initial training? Angelus does Angel know what you have planned?

A stern look crossed Angelus face. "Rule number one... you do not mention or discuss Angel in my presence for the rest of the weekend. As far as you are concerned... he does not exist."

Buffy looked at him stunned. "But...." she trailed off.

"Ahhh ahhh ahhh no mention. We will discuss it in pitiful detail Monday night, not before." She frowned obviously not liking it as he continued. "Rule number two. You will not wear panties or underclothes... unless I specifically tell you to. I want you nude under your clothes, so slide out of them right now." Buffy jerked around and stared at him. "Do as your told."

She fights the impulse to question him and he watches her with a wry grin. It was the first time he ever gave her a command she didn't want to do. Now started her real training. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she reached up and shimmied out of her panties. He dress showing more this than usual and for Buffy that is quite a lot. He took a deep breath and smelled her scent of arousal. She obviously liked it.

"Rule number three. You are MINE. While at the Castle you are on display as my slave and anyone may look at you but no one may touch you. Do you understand?

Buffy nodded. "That's easy I wouldn't let anyone else touch me." she said softly as she reached behind her and undid her bra and slid out of it with her shirt on as women could do that endlessly fascinated him.

"Rule number four. You must display yourself to me and to whomever I chose, when I chose, without argument." She bit her lip at that but said nothing so he continued. " Rule number five. Discipline is of my choosing and for my reasons and may be for no other reason than it would please me to discipline you in a certain manner. When you bear discipline, you bear it as a gift for me... do you understand?"

"What kind of discipline Angelus?" She was obviously quite nervous but trying not to show it.

"That is my choice and you will experience it... if I push you past you limit you have your safe words." He put his hand on her thigh sliding it up to the list juncture of the thighs where he petted her pussy hairs gently and she moaned and shifted in the seat to give him easier access. He smiled and slowly and teasingly slid a finger into her moist heat. "You will call me Master or Mi Lord, or My Lord Angelus, while we are in scene." Enjoying when she gasped with pleasure and thrust down to drive him deeper. She is always so responsive. He pulled away and put his finger in his mouth and licked her juices off his finger as she sat there trying to think with her head thrown back and her chest heaving with passion.

"Rule number six. You never come without expressed permission. I want you aroused and hot at all times, ready for my hand mouth or cock anytime anywhere."

She looked at him almost scandalized. "Angelus... I can't do that!"

He looked over at her and smirked, her wet passion at odds with her outrage. He could smell her juices as the liquid sank into the leather seat. "Then you will be disciplined for failure." He said sternly.

She looked at him squirming with an erotic desire to do it and a fear of doing it. "Angelus…"

He ignored her. "Rule number seven. You will not kill any vampire while you are in scene unless it is directly to save a life, yours or someone else's. There are NO exceptions. You will need to control the Slayer instinct when around other vampires."

"Vampires? Why would I have to...? What is this place Angelus?": she was feeling insecure.

"The Castle caters to the vampire community of LA... It could go very ugly for me if I bring the Slayer into the Castle and you start killing. Blood sports are a sub category of BDSM, and that is where the vampires fit in. Many are not 'hunters', as you know vampires. They do not hunt and kill human prey. I had a reputation in the turn of the century, Slayer Killer. Can you imagine my rep if I show up with the current Slayer as my Consort and slave? I could care less what the hunters think, but the night watchers will be impressed.

Buffy nodded. "OK they don't bite and I won't stake, is that good enough? I'm not going to bow to any other vampires Angelus."

" No I will not ask that of you ever." He reached over and took her hand and kissed it.

"I will be permissive with you... that will be my style of training... and you should be very receptive to my directions, which may be very subtle. I am permissive in that I do not expect you to assume uncomfortable positions. I do not require that you be silent at all times, and not touch me unless I direct it, etc. Yeas I will be soft on you. Some may think too much, but I have no desire to trigger any Slayer reflexes... " He had a wry smile and she realized her being the Slayer was a Major turn on for him

"So I can touch you, thank god, the one thing I do need for support. Let me guess as the Slayer I can take more physical stimulation than most mortals can right?" She asked as they turned into a large parking lot with a large castle.

"Oh yeas... it will be interesting to see your limits..." he licked his lips in anticipation and his cock was rock hard with the thought. She swallowed, suddenly very nervous.

He parked the car, got out and walked around the car stopping at the trunk. He then opened her door and stood there with a jeweled collar and a fine chain leash. She looked at it and swallowed. They had played with a collar and leash in their home, but never in public! "Do you submit to me and will you signify that submission to me in public by wearing my Collar?" he asked quietly.

She looked him in the eye and then ducking her head nodded baring her neck to him. He sighed as he placed the collar gently around her neck, assuring it was snug but not too tight. He then took the leash and held it in his hand. "With this I signify that I am your Master, and I will be responsible and assure you safety at all times."

Angelus pulled a little and she instinctively pulled back, unused to the action. Angelus grinned; her difficulty made her submission all the sweeter since it wasn't second nature to her. "When walking with me on the leash, you will walk a pace or two behind me at all times. If I drop it, you will stay at the location unless I directly order you to move or I take the leash back up." She nodded quietly.

Angelus turned toward her and then pulled her into a heated embrace kissing her roughly.

He knew she could feel his hard erection through the leather pants... he was incredibly excited. She hugged him tightly, nuzzling her face against his shoulder. "You love this idea, having me like this?" she asked in a soft voice.

"Yes, yes I do. Say the word and I will return you to your vanilla existence in Sunnydale and never embark on this again.... Do you want to do this Buffy? If you're going to back out this is the time" he hissed under his breath. The pain that would cause him was blatant in his eyes.

"I'll do it, but you do have a lot of rules to follow." She told him while running her hand over his silk shirt.

Angelus laughed. "Actually I have very few. Are you sure Buffy? Are you sure? Do you want to continue?" he asked seriously.

Her jaw dropped. "FEW? You know how I go with rules, to me that's a lot. I never do react well with authority figures…" She drifted off. It isn't what you tell the man who has you on a leash.

"I know. That is what makes you submitting to me so erotic." He murmured into her ear breathless. All the power of The Vampire Slayer submitting to his command, the power rush was incredible. This was so much better than fighting and killing them he thought to himself.

She nodded and signified her submission by assuming the position, a step behind him so she is being led on the leash. He led her into the castle where they showed their ID's and read the rules of the castle and they were inside.

They stood in an alcove to get their bearing and to allow her the fist time seeing a real life BDSM Dungeon. Another couple stopped after clearing though the door. The man stopped and the woman walking 5 paces behind him stopped. She started to strip. Buffy watched amazed as the woman strips out of the simple shift dress, and soon she is wearing nothing but her collar while her Master remains dressed. Once she was nude they continued. Angelus looked at Buffy's expression and laughed. "I wouldn't even think of it. Buffy I am not cruel... to you at least. He by the way, is 'strict', and she likes it." She nodded, as she understood now the difference between a strict and a permissive Master.

Angelus led her though the people in all forms of dress and undress, chains and leashes and rope. They left the Bondage Area and he led her to a place called the Palace. They entered and her vampire senses went off like rockets.

"Cool it." he whispered to her, as he felt her going into battle mode. He nonchalantly looked around and pulled her into him hoping those present would read her adrenaline rush she had as excitement, and not a Slayer going into killmode.

Buffy was alarmed at the feel of so many vampires in a closed in space. She was looking around pulling at the leash. A young man saw Angelus and his whole face lit up and he walked over to them. Her vampire sense got stronger the closer he got. This guy was a vampire.

The man smiles. "Angelus! How good to see you!" He hugged Angelus and looked at the woman he has on a leash, startled to see that she was a human. ANGELUS has a PET? She seemed to be keeping Angelus between him and her, unusual.

Angelus smiled. "Hi Paul... how long has it been, two years?" he put a hand on her to calm her. She relaxed a bit with the touch but was far from relaxed.

Paul nodded. "Come into the inner sanctum, we need to catch up."

Angelus nodded and led Buffy to a door in the back of the room with a sign 'Inner Sanctum - Invitation Only'. Above the door was a placard with "enter of you own free will" Upon entering she saw there were only 5 other vampires there. She felt better. Five she could kill.

Paul led them to a booth. Angelus signaled for her to get in and she slid in first and he slid in next to her putting him between her and any vampires. She was secure up against a wall. Paul slid in the other side and she slowly started to relax.

Paul was curious about the submissive Angelus had but knew better than to ask questions. "So Angelus... what is up with you? Last I heard you were going to be shadowing the new Hellmouth Slayer.

Angelus chuckled. "Well you could say I did that." Buffy turned and looked at Angelus a question in her eyes as she put a hand on Angelus leg under the table.

Paul sighed. "Now Angelus, you know the rules… " Paul drifted off looking at Angelus and then at Buffy. "There is something about you... You didn't... Who the hell did you... Jesus Angelus... Your consort bonded!" he looked again closer at Buffy in shock. "With a with a HUMAN? Are you fucking crazy?" Angelus just shrugged.

Buffy looked at Paul anger in her eyes feeling totally insulted and not sure why. She tensed up ready to stake him, she had a few hidden on her and was more than willing to stake the vampire bigot. Angelus grabbed her thigh to stop her instinctive move.

Angelus shrugged again. "It seemed like a good idea at the time." He said simply while stroking her thigh in a calming manner. Last thing he needed was a brassed off Slayer killing his friends. It would get him talked about for centuries. "There have been a lot of changes for me Paul. I would advise you not to be insulting to my wife."

Paul held his hands up in apology. "I am sorry Angelus... I just can't envision you as the suicide type, that is all. It was never in your make up.... "

Angelus shrugged uncomfortable with the trend to the conversation. "People change... vampires change." He felt her relax into him and wasn't sure if it was a good sign or a bad sign.

Paul tried to change the Subject. "So tell me... how did it go shadowing the Slayer?"

Buffy leaned into Angelus and whispered into his ear forgetting vampiric hearing. She might as well yell it. "Why are you suicidal, Master, very low whisper

Paul looked at her in shock. "She doesn't know?"

Angelus frowned at Paul wondering if it was too late to stuff his mouth with garlic. "No, she doesn't know."

"What don't I know?" she asked more forcibly. Gone was the submissive and at the table sat his spouse who was well on her way to mega pissed.

Angelus glared at Paul and then looked and faced Buffy telling her what he wanted to break to her easier. "The bond is forever, and when one of the couple dies, the other usually follows very shortly. They cannot live apart after experiencing the bond. Bonding to a human is essentially a suicide act by a vampire, since they always outlive their partner, unless they bring them across. Which is what usually happens. I know you will never consent to being brought across, that is why I didn't bother to mention it."

Buffy stared at him in horror. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Angelus shrugged and mumbled "you didn't ask?" and was rewarded with a blow to the chest he knew if he had been human would have left bruises and broken bones. Paul had decided it would be best to disappear and had slipped out of the booth and away form the impending marital spat. Buffy just looked at Angelus with a mix of horror and anger flowing through her. "When I die you'll die?"

Angelus sighed. He never wanted to discuss it. "Buffy it is a moot point. We are bonded forever. I want this bonding. After you die I don't care if I live or die."

"I don't like it Angelus, I can't live knowing that when I die you will! I don't have a long life span. She thinks a moment. "What would happen if I was turned?"

"We will never know will we? And we will not discuss it..." He growled. He vowed never to turn another and Angelus was bound by Angelus's vow even if he wanted to.

Buffy wasn't so quick to drop it as Angelus had prayed. "But if I became a vampire, you wouldn't die and we'd be together forever... " She wrapped her mind around an idea she would have never considered before.

Angelus clenched his hands. "Stop discussion Buffy, Please!" he hissed. He grabbed her tightly. "Listen... I can't let myself even think that... you have made it very clear that you would rather die than turn... I can't look at it... I can't process it. If I start thinking about it... and start processing then I will break my vow... my vow to never turn anyone again... I will kill myself first... so it is out, do you understand?"

"Angelus, I would turn, if it meant keeping you alive, did Giles, and… Did they know about this? Forgets the damn rules, Angelus knows doesn't he? He didn't tell me either..."

"Giles knows... I do not plan to tell any of the others... I… we… never planned to tell you. But you know what... it didn't change anything. I didn't plan to exist past your the next dawn following your death

She shut her eyes. Trying to pull herself together. "What do you mean?" Buffy reached up and cupped his cheek making him look at the tears in her eyes. "Please, I don't want to be the cause of your death… I can't have that on my head."

"You won't be. Whatever kills you kills me, and trust me... whatever it was, it will precede me into hell." He pulled her closer to him enjoying her warmth.

She gave him a small smile. "Then you better keep me safe so that it's old age then."

Angelus sighed. "Enough talk of death ands suicide. I knew when I became a night watcher my life expectancy would be seriously shortened. It has been far worth more than I ever thought possible, and I would do it again in a moment and a heart beat."

Buffy nodded again and then giggling. "This isn't the way I'm used to you. I think you're picking up good habits...."

She looked at her thought an arched eyebrow. "Oh? How are you used to? Me as moping choir boy? Try again, no longer."

"No I mean you as you, all aggressive and power, its Angel I'm used to like this" she laughed and rubbed her face on his cheek. "OK I'm better now."

A robust blonde vampire walked over to them. He appeared to be about 25. Angelus looked up and caught a breath he didn't need. "Scott, how nice to see you."

Scott looked at Angelus and didn't seem happy with what he saw. "I had to come see for myself, about what Paul had said... you really are consort bonded with a human. Jesus Angelus, are you crazy?"

"We covered that" Angelus snarled and Buffy flinched. This was pissing him off, big time. She rubbed his thigh under the table trying to calm him. It didn't work; it just made him hornier.

Scott ignored the increased anger in Angelus. "Swell, lets get more personal. Rumor mill says you have had real contact with the Slayer."

Angelus shrugged not meeting Scott's eyes. "Well you could say that.... "

"Fuck you, Angelus! You know the rule. NO Contact, No exceptions. Whistler is going to have your ass!" Buffy tensed knowing that Angelus' temper was very nasty. She flinched at Scott's words. Scott continued. "You wanted for a meeting... here… ten minutes... lose the pet." Scott turned and walked away leaving Angelus growling.

Buffy turned to him furious to be dismissed like a pet dog. "What's going on?" She could feel Angelus literally seething through the bond.

"I am getting called on the carpet for allowing myself contact with the Slayer. I wasn't supposed to have any personal contact. I was supposed to be in the shadows, helping in the dark, never heard never seen. Allowing her to kill me if she found me."

She leaned into him snuggling, letting her feelings flow through the bond, the love for him help soothing him. "I think we should tell them."

"Oh Right. Rub it in exactly how far I took contact?" he laughed dryly.

She flinched both at his word and his fear he was hiding with anger. "Yeah, but I'm coming with you, if they find out who you are, they'll freak.

"Your not supposed to come to the meeting." He told her, knowing it would do no good.

"Yeah but I am, besides, I want to go show them what kind of 'pet" I am." She was almost snarling at the word. "How dare they call me a pet?" She was seething with the insult.

" Any vampire who keeps a human is considered to have a pet." He told brutally aware how little of the actual vampire culture she really knew. "In fact, any human a vampire is involved with is called a pet... old hang over from hunting days when you could catch a human and basically keep them around like a pet.... "

" Uumm ewwww, looks at him, bet you did that a lot You guys have such polite terms, think I will come with you, tell them exactly what I think.

"Actually I wasn't known to keep pets at all... I didn't care for them; noisy, messy and whiny..." he laughed at the big eyes she had looking at him as he summed up keeping human pets four stages down from a house dog. "It may not be politically correct, but fuck'em lets rock and roll." She nodded.

Several vampires in addition to Paul and Scott and a man in a floppy hat came to the booth. Buffy smiled sweetly at them in denial of moving. Angelus nodded to the man in the hat. He didn't feel like a vampire to Buffy, but she could sense he wasn't human. "Whistler" Angelus nodded.

Whistler looked the couple. "I thought Scott told you the pet was..." he drifted off and was just looking at Buffy. Then he looked back at Angelus, a pained expression on his face. "Oh for Christ's sake Angelus, you misbegotten flea bitten twit... you didn't!" The other vampires looked at him in confusion.

Buffy just smiled sweetly at Whistler with an expression Angelus long time ago learned about Buffy in battle, she was her worst. "Nice to meet you too." She said sweetly the sarcasm dripping in every word.

Paul tried to alleviate the tension by stating the obvious. "He is obviously consort bonded..."

Buffy looked at Whistler challenge in her eye. A look no sane demon or supernatural entity ever wants to see in The Slayer's eyes. "Now you have a problem with this?" She asked in her deadliest tone, shifting slightly for easy access to her stakes. Angelus had the feeling this was all going to hell fast.

Whistler whistled between his teeth. "Yeah... he is... TO THE SLAYER... that is the Hellmouth Slayer he has on a leash... Damnit Angelus, when we said no contact, we meant no contact... you stupid illiterate fool. We didn't mean for you to woo and bed the girl... Are you insane?"

Angelus was getting tired of everyone doubting his sanity. He had long gotten used to what others would call impossible. Buffy wasn't helping matter by tossing her head and showing off the collar. "Well now, since that's out in the open, was there something you wanted?" She asked cool. He sat down hard.

The vampires were torn between stay and watch the show and run like hell. Their mouths were open, staring at the sight not any vampire ever thought to see: The Slayer *willingly* wearing a vampire’s collar, and him consort bonded to her. It was the stuff of legends.

Buffy had enough of the harassment. "Uumm, whatever your name is, you're going to piss me off soon and I'm not very nice when I'm pissed off. Whistler, nice name, now does this harassment on our weekend off have a purpose?"

The look Angelus gave Whistler was a warning. ‘Don't fuck with her’. Wisely Whistler complied. "I am Whistler. I run the Night Watchers. We are the secrete force that backs the Slayers and the Watchers. WE have rules against fraternization with the Slayers. Angelus obviously blew that all to hell... Big time... I know how a consort bond works... which is lucky for Angelus... since we will never do anything to harm you... and you would definitely feel it if we filleted him alive and staked him to the wall."

The threat to Angelus outraged Buffy. "Yeah then you'll be happy to know that if I'm backed by Angelus, he is backed by me. Just you all remember he just happens to be my other half. And for your information he does his job. One more thing, let me tell you something, you guys, even consider disciplining him, or even telling him to leave me and I will come after every one of you. And there will be *no* night watchers." Her voice was low and calm and no vampire or demon at the table doubted touching Angelus would render them extinct.

Angelus grinned at Whistler. "I think you would only do it over her dead body... and between you and me, I’ll bet on her."

Whistler nodded. "I figured that. I do however need to talk to you in private... Whistler got up and walked away from the table.

Angelus turned to her raises an eyebrow. "Stay... please. I will be OK"

Buffy looked at the vampires. They were far more scared of her than she was of them. "You're leaving me here with these guys?"

Angelus slid out of the booth chuckling. He walked over to Whistler. She ignored the vampires and watched Whistler and Angelus and they have a conversation, which was very animated, and in a language she didn't know. Whistler was obviously really upset. It ended with them walking back to the table and Whistler finishing up "You are fucking crazy!"

Angelus snarled. "I have no choice... so drop it." Whistler sighed and leaves followed by the other vampires.

Buffy slid into this arm and looked up at him. "Angelus? You going to tell me what that was all about?"

Angelus avoided her eyes. "He knows. He knows exactly about the duality, and he isn't happy."

Buffy chewed on her lower lip a bit. "What did he say?"

Angelus growled. "You heard him... I'm crazy." Angelus looked at her with an odd expression in his eyes. She could feel anticipation and some fear and bewilderment in him. She was confused at the mix of feelings in him, a maybe/maybe not feeling.

She kissed him on the chin. "I love you even if you are insane." She said softly. "Is something else, wrong?

He sighed. "I am counting on it... mumbles under his breath... "I have a surprise for you... I don't know how you are going to like it or take it... but it is too soon to give it to you...I am just nervous I guess."

She giggled. "You nervous, that's scary" She gave him a small smile as she reached up and rubbed the skin under the collar. She then rubbed Angelus' chest. "Are you OK? I'm proud of you, you didn't lose your temper. I wanted to rip his eyes out and use them as marbles."

He chuckled at her vehemence. He was influencing her thought the bond. "Yes, I am OK just a bit disoriented... I know you were angry, but thank you for not hurting them. As irritating as they are, they are my friends. I want to play… come on."

She nodded. "Yes Master "

He nodded at her response and he stroked her cheek gently with a small smile. They stood and walked out he seems to know the outlay of the Castle very well. She started feeling nervous thinking bout what she's getting into but trusts Angelus enough not to go past her limit.

He looked at her and suddenly remembered. He hadn't fed her. "Are you hungry? I forget you need to eat more than once a day" he asked her sheepishly.

"Uumm yeah, just a little, Master." She was still testing the word out, running the rules through her mind, trying to imprint them within her. He led her into a dark room and she realized it is a bar and a restaurant. The waitress dressed in a slave outfit with a collar but no leash led them to a table where there was only one chair. The place was dark and shadowy. She realized that no one could see anything very easily at any other table.

She heard Angelus sit. He then he grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap so she was sitting on him facing the table. She could feel his erection without any difficulty. Her dress was up a bit and she could feel bare skin and she realized he had opened his pants. She gasped at the outrageousness of it and the sensation and squirmed slightly.

Angelus chuckled. "Figure out what you want to eat." He told her as he handed her the menu. She tried to read it but the feeling of him against her distracted her. He wasn’t helping by stroking her buttocks under the dress. His hands were smooth and cool on her bare but. She moaned softly and looked around the room to see if anyone was noticing this. He chuckled again and shifted his hips and his erection presses into her. She moaned softly almost dropping the menu.

Angelus whispered huskily in her ear. "No one else concerns you slave. You have a task... figure out what you want to eat." He chuckled again at her response to being called a slave for the first time, but he knew she realized it excited her too. She started reading the menu again

The waitress came back "Have you decided?" Buffy was annoyed she ignored her and only addressed Angelus.

Angelus shook his head. "No we have not... she is new to this, and a bit flighty..."

The waitress smiles at her and smiles a reassuring smile. Buffy shifted again feeling his skin cool against her heat in her ass. She tries looking back at the menu, trying to read it, but he thrust his hips up into her gently. "Better chose quick... or your going to miss eating all together." He growled sexually in her ear, which initiated the usual wet response.

"Chips, chips and a salad," she said quickly giving up on the Menu as she pressed back into her pussy slick with need. He laughed and he picked her upslightly from his lap. When he lowered her, he had slid into her molten core with a firm thrust. Startled, she cried out softly, thrusting back to him, head-arching back to his shoulder.

Angelus was thrusting maddeningly slow thrust. The waitress walked back with the food smiling at Buffy's obvious pleasure. "Chips and a salad, diet soda, large." She nodded at the couple and left. Buffy blushed with mortal embarrassment to have been seen.

"Oh god…. She knew...!" Buffy finally blurted.

"Yes she knew." Angelus thrust harder into her thrusts hard up into her. She moaned clenching around Angelus as his hands run over her and dipping his finger to her clit, taking her almost to the brink. She was almost frantic after the teasing in the car. "Don't come...." Angelus commanded just as she was going to, her juices covering him.

She couldn’t believe her ears! "Please!" She was rubbing against him, nearly there... as she whimpered in frustration...

Angelus growled. "No... You are not allowed... *I* will tell you when you can come..." He told her as he stroked her thighs and thrust up into her hard and powerful. His large hands were holding her hips as her head rocked back against him, trying to concentrate on not coming,

Without warning he pulled her off of him making her fell empty and unsatisfied. She hesitated and then slowly stood with knees shaky. He stood behind her and quickly zipped himself up. "You finish your meal. I will be back shortly... I have to take in sustenance also... I will be back. He dropped he leash signaling her to stay there until he returned and walked away smelling that he was leaving her hot and horny.

She stared after him in shock. She couldn’t believe he did that to her, them. She looked around and seeing that no one was paying her any mind, she sat down and continued to eat. She frowned at the reality of the end of the pleasure.

The waitress appeared at her side. "Is there anything you need that I can get you?"

Buffy looked up blushing. "No, no thank you." What do you say to a stranger who watched your man doing *that*?

"Your Master is gorgeous... I have seen him before. I think it was a few years ago... he hasn't been around the last few years." She smiled at Buffy's shyness. "First time in the lifestyle eh?"

Buffy found that she was unable to look at her. "He's been out of town a bit. Yeah it is my first time. It shows that much? I never even thought it could be like this."

"I think you will enjoy it, especially with a Master like him. Enjoy." She left Buffy to finish.

Angelus came back when she is nearly done. She looked up at him, quickly standing. "Ready to play in earnest? Are you still properly aroused?" he threw some money on the table, enough for the bill and a sizable tip. He took her leash and led her away.

She nodded "Yes Master," as she followed behind him wondering where they were heading. They walked away and entered a door that disclosed a staircase that went down She noticed before entering there was a sign over the door. "Abandon hope all ye who enter here… The Dungeon".

They stopped at the base of the stairs before a man who was dressed in full leathers. She couldn’t help a twinge of fear. She noticed that Angelus was just too comfortable in this element. She looked around nervously. The overall effect was a medieval dungeon.

The dungeon Master looked at her and the leash and then at Angelus. "I see after all this time, you finally have a slave. She must be something special."

Angelus nodded. "We want a private room... no voyeurs. I want to initiate her in privacy."

Buffy listened, raising an eyebrow. She was still wondering what she'd gotten herself into. She reached out reaches out and touched Angelus’s back softly, seeking the comfort in the contact.

The dungeon Master smiled "A BDSM virgin at that? You are full of surprises." He led them down a long hall. She looked around. There were stations and marked off areas with people lost in their own world. They were deep in their own scenes. Some were being whipped, dipped, gagged bound… Angelus ignored them as he opened a cell and they entered.

It was a cell with stone walls. There was a wooden bench pushed up along the wall. Across from the bench were some shackles hanging from the wall. Near the shackles was a wooden table with items on it with a cloth thrown over it. The Dungeon Master looked at Angelus. "You know the tools of the trade?"

Angelus snarled. "Probably better than you and longer than you have been alive... I probably know a few you don't even know exist." The Dungeon Master nodded at Angelus and withdrew. Angelus continued to voice his irritation. "Insolent pup... I taught him his trade 30 years ago. Hell, I probably taught his grandmother to suck eggs!"

Buffy looked up at Angelus in humor knowing this was the demon in his own environment. "You must have missed this then, Master?" She asked quietly still glancing at the covered table nervously.

"Oh yes... I have... I am aware I have to tone it down...a lot." He let out a wry chuckle. "You do not have to worry... I will not "torture" you, for real. Hell the last time I really tortured someone. They didn't even have chain saws…" he laughed at the look on her face. "Do you trust me?"

She jerked her gaze back to look at him with wide eyes before giving a small nod. "Yes Master, with my life…"

"Good, strip... make it sexy." He commanded. She swallowed and then slowly started to unbutton her dress, baring one shoulder then the other. He sat back on the bench watching her with a predatory smile...

She looked him right in the eyes him in the eyes as she slowly bared her breasts, running her hands over them, pinching them lightly. She licked her lips to match when he licked his lips at the view coming into view. He licked his lips lightly as she finished unbuttoning the dress and let it fall to her feet. He smiled at her nudity. "Come here" he commanded her.

She began to pant softly form the fire in his look. She went to him with anticipation. He looked her in the eyes as she got close to him and he held her. He slid his hand between her legs and stroked her sliding his fingers into her core. He slowly slid them in and out then pinching her clit lightly to tease her, but not bring her release.

She whimpered as her hips thrust to meet his touch still highly aroused from the last time. He smiled at her wetness. "You are doing well with the arousal. I am pleased. You may have a reward. Suck me." He removed his hand licking the juices off his hand and fingers.

"Master please!" She gave a soft moan. She jerked her eyes up to him, something she had only done with Angelus, not Angelus thus far..

"I want it slow and hard." He leaned back slightly making himself available.

She nodded slowly. "Yes Master, thank you Master." She slowly dropped to her knees in front of him chewing her lower lip. She reached up to undo his pants as he watched her through slightly hooded eyes. She released him and took him in hand and then licks him gently.

He shuddered with the sensation of her hot warm mouth on his cock. "Slow and hard. Don't tease it…" She took the tip into her mouth, sucking and running her tongue round him at the same time sucking hard as she slid about half into her mouth. It went in as much as she has taken before, licking him and sucking hard giving a low hum in her mouth.

Her groaned with the sight of the Slayer on her knees wearing his collar with his cock in her mouth. He had to fight not to come in her hot wet mouth. She tasted his precum and smiled as he groaned. She ever so softly nibbles on him, soothing it with licks and even harder sucking, beginning to move her head up and down on him. She was taking him about 3/4 of the way in feeling him hit the back of her mouth, stops and sucks hard before drawing back and repeating the action.

She felt his response in him for both Angelus and Angelus were watching as THE SLAYER kneeled nude in a dungeon wearing his collar and giving him a blowjob. She felt as the passion rose in him, along with possessiveness and love. This was incredible. "Keeps sucking, harder," He was thrusting lightly but she was not taking him into her throat, nibbling along him gently, suck.

He slapped her shoulder lightly, his hands were clenched into tight fist. He motioned her to stop to stop from touching herself whimper, and sucks hard, her head bobbing up and down. "Stop." He was groaning with he command. He reached down and pulled her up off him. He kissed her deeply tasting his precum on her tongue.

She looked up in surprise. "Master?"

"You were fine. You are no the only one I am doing withholding of orgasm with." She nodded in sudden understanding. She was being teased, so was he.

H took her by the hand and pulled her face first over his lap. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach. She felt him gently stroking her buttock. She initially squirmed lightly but relaxed. She was waiting in keen anticipation for what would happen next. She had an idea…

Angelus suddenly gave her a quick hard slap to the buttock then he stroked it gently. She yelped with the strike and then relaxed with the stroking. "Your skin is so soft." She whimpered in anticipation of the next strike. He then started to spank her alternating with rubbing it gently again soothing it. Her head was thrown to the side, crying out with each slap. "You will bear this because it pleases me to do so."

"Yes Master…"

She moaned and pushed back into his touch as he slid his fingers into her feeling her moistness and her arousal. He then slowly slid the fingers in and out once again stoking the already burning fires of passion. He smiled at her incredible arousal as she animalisticly thrust back into his touch, eager for a release.

"Not yet little one..." he chuckled at her whimpers of frustration. She moaned and whimpered in frustration, still thrusting back towards him. He slide his fingers out of her and flips her to a standing position. She could feel the excitement and the pleasure he is getting from this. It is incredibly arousing for Angelus.

He took her to the shackles and attached them on her wrists. He memory flashed back to the time with the fraternity. She pulled at them and felt odd. She found she loved the pleasure Angelus got, but still feeling a small amount of fear at the shackles. Angelus laughed and fastened her feet. When he was done she was standing speadeagled, he back to the wall. She tried to grab a hold of her fear. *No worse than that night at the mansion* claming herself

He dropped to his knees in front of her and licked her core with a big smile as she moaned and spread wider. He grabbed her hips and slid his tongue inside her, tasting her, eating her like a fresh fruit delicacy. He sipped her nectar running freely form her core. She cried out, trying to thrust against his face, craving the release her body demanded and was denied. He licked then nipped at her clit, and then teasing her mercilessly he stopped. He head fell back into the wall with a groan.

He reached up and turned her away for him to face the brick wall. He smiled. She was so aroused her juices are dripping down her legs. He walked over to the table and picks up a scourge. She saw it out of the corner of her eye and held her breath. "Master Please…"

"You want me to please you? You want me to bring you release?" He asked in a deep husky voice tinged with a Gaelic accent. Angelus was out in force.

"Yes, yes please Master!" She was rewarded with a swat to the butt with the scourge. She jerked forward more out of surprise than pain. She then felt his mouth kissing the welt. "I am not ready... You are not ready... but you will be." She slowly relaxed under his mouth, trying to turn her head to look at him.

He then stood back began to lash her shoulders, hip and buttocks. Her skin was being aroused and stimulated and she cried out at each stroke, unable to understand why it felt good at the same time as it was hurting. When her back was entirely reddened with the flush of blood rushing to the back, he stroked her gently. It hurt but it was incredibly erotic...

Angelus walked over to the table and came back with something in his hand, held out of sight. She was biting her lip in anticipation, embarrassed to realize she was arching back for his touch. She felt something at her buttock, that he slid in, it felt like a finger, she knew it was too small to be his cock.

"I have inserted a butt plug... keep your ass tight, don't drop it." She flinched and moved slightly balking at the invasion. "Do you feel like my slave now? Are you MINE?" He asked stroking her enflamed and aroused back.

She thought and realized she felt totally his, commanded and controlled. "Yes... yes Master." The told him in a small whisper.

Suddenly he grabbed her hips leaned her forward and slammed his cock deep within her cunt with hard solid stroke. She cried out in surprise at the invasion at the same time she nearly came with the sensation. "I want you to come for me slave. Come for me now and show me your mine!" he thrust into her with her matching him thrust for thrust. She felt the but plug filling her and pressing into her with each thrust as she pulled on the shackles...

She hears his growls. She can't see his face but she knows he has transformed. She feels a pain in her wrist but ignores it she was so close…the orgasm was building, harder and harder more and more. He slid his hand around her and slides his finger on her clit instinctively her head fell to the side baring her throat. " Who do you belong to?"

She screams louder as she comes as she feel him thrusting in her. "YOU"

He thrusts harder and faster. "WHO?"

Unable to think, just coming on him, clenching around him as he thrust harder into her claiming her entirely… "Angelus!"

He groaned and sank his fang into her. "Wrong... I'm ANGEL" he confesses as he tips over into his own orgasm. She comes again with the bite with a long scream, still thrusting back on him.

As they calmed the words started to sink in. She tried to turn to him. He was holding her tight, fangs in her throat just feeling her blood on his tongue. Her fought with himself not allowing himself to draw. He couldn’t think and she just felt his emotions. He feels happy and smug... he is pleased. He finally stirred.

She pulled at the shackles. "Angel?"

"Yes?" He pulled her closer. He was awash with emotions and sensations to complex for her to follow. He snuggled her and reached up and released her hands pulling her into his embrace, kissing her hard.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered against his mouth.

"Did you like my surprise?" He asked as he unfastened her feet...

Buffy swallowed, "Yes, I love it - just never thought for one minutes it was you..."

H lifted her and slid her down on his cock and leaned her up against the wall and started to thrust in and out slowly while stroking her. "Oh there were a lot of hints if you caught them… But my woman likes her men rough and dangerous. I always have it in me to be rough and dangerous." He punctuated his words with thrusts.

She abandoned herself to his thrusts her hands on his shoulders, he head tipped back baring her neck with the bite. He gazed at her, his eyes turning yellow. "You are my woman. MINE!" he thrust hard as he said the mine. She felt the force of his words as well as his body. "You are mine for as long as you live..."

She was meeting his thrusts with her nails digging into his shoulders, breaking the skin. " I am yours! She heard him groan and realized he wasn’t going to last much longer. She dug her nails in and the smell of his own blood tips him over the edge and he sucks on her neck at the wound he just made while bathing her in his fluids... he just stood there leaning her against the wall, still inside her, winded... " Let’s go back to the hotel... I want you gentle now... I want to make love to you until dawn..."

Buffy looked up into his chocolate brown eyes. "Yes Master."

He smiled at her words. "I am going to like this." He handed her the dress...

"Will we come back here?" She asked dressed quickly. She noticed that except for his fly open which he was zipping up he had remained dressed. He was still dressed.

"Maybe tomorrow... there is a lot to show you... too much at one time will only over stimulate you." Her hand came up and rubbed under the collar.

"I want to know my limit." She made the confession in a small voice as she went to his side and then cuddled against him.

"We will find it eventually. The fun is in experiencing everything while doing it... At this rate and with your abilities... we may take years for find it."

"Hhmmm" She giggled. "I can't believe it's you and with that damn rule."

" I had to. Or it made it too tempting to tell you too soon." He told her kissing the top of her head. "My business was coming to an agreement with Angelus... we are both in the driver seat... sort of... sort of a blending."

"You do a great Angelus." She told him sighing, her hand slipping around him. "I can't believe I didn't know, but he would have lost his temper. Was that was what Whistler flipped about, so you're both here?

Yeah. Angel is in primary. Angelus is secondary but we are both here. Angelus would have lost the temper, your right. Alright lets go." She handed the leash to him. "I also had a hard time with the timeline of my life since I have both time lines now...

***

They walked into the hotel. It is grand and glorious. Buffy looked around curiously as Angel walked to the desk. "Angelus Boyle, we have reservations."

The cashier smiled. "Yes Mr. Boyle, here are the keys to the honeymoon suite."

"Thank you." Angel nodded and allowed the bellboy to carry the luggage. Buffy face it up. "Honeymoon suite?" She asked a low whisper to Angel. The bus boy took their luggage and they follow him.

She smiled as they got into he elevator. They went up to the top floor, she stayed at Angels side still smiling. They got out and went down a hall. The bellboy opened the room.

Buffy was stunned. The room was glorious. She stood there her almost jaw dropped as she was looking around. She saw the bed, it was large and round and had a mirror above it on the ceiling.

Angel frowns at the mirror. She looked up a this expression as he looked up and tried not to laugh. "That's going to be very weird." He tipped the bellboy.

Buffy went to the window looking out at all the lights. "This is heaven Angel."

Angel snorted. "It should be interesting to see what you look like being made love to by someone without a reflection." She turns back to him with a smile. "You are heaven." He put his hand out in a sign of entreaty. "Come here."

She came to him willingly. "I love you Angel, am going to kill you for tricking me like that though" she told him as she puts her hand in his.. "Letting me think you were Angelus actually your now both."

"I told you the truth." He went to the bed and sat down. "My business was getting to an understanding with Angelus, we are both in control now."

"Your like you're meshed?" she asked him quietly.

"Yeah more like blended, I am slightly more in control... but he is there also." Angel felt funny talking about himself in the third person.

Buffy was still asking small questions. "He can't take control, you need to give it to him still?" The thought of Angelus taking control still scared her.

"No, no he can take control. He can initiate an action that I can block if I can't handle it...

It is complicated to explain... I am not sure how to explain it... We are both in control... it isn't all or none

She was nuzzling into him. "Fair enough... as long as you tell me whenever you switch over. I think it's neat…"

"I can't... we are both here... it is just us now... not him then me..." Angel said quietly afraid she would freak. You wanted us both, now you got us both, at the same time... no jealousy, no competition, no being left out. I initiate a kiss we both feel it, he initiates a blow job, we both get it.Only for you would I make peace with my demon."
 
 

Buffy sighed. "Oh boy in that case it's even better then. Thanks for doing this for me... I never though you'd do such a thing." She kissed him. "I'm glad you did Angel.. I really am."

"How glad?" He purrs as he flipped her on her back and pounces on top. She looks up and sees herself pinned to the bed but there was no Angel.

"Man that's going be a laugh." She looked at herself without a partner in the mirror, but could see the effect he was having on her clothes.

"What?" He was kissing her with increasing passion.

"The mirror" She whispered as she kissed him back. She rubbed her body against his.

"Guess what it will look like when I'm deep inside you?" he pulled at her top as she blushed.

"I'm not going to look." She said as her hands go to his top and started unbuttoning it. "I haven't seen you all night.." she told him in a frustrated voice.

"You need to ask permission slave." He took her hand from his shirt.

"What? Angel!" She pouted. "No fair!"

"You are stepping out of your place little one... you need to ask to touch me." He said in a firm voice, his laughing eyes belying his tone.

She looked at him, "Angel? All right, may I please touch you?" her frustration in her tone.

"Please what?" He purred at her, enjoying her frustration.

She tried to entice by rubbing against him. "Please Angel?"

"Sorry, try again." He chuckled.

Buffy was getting frustrated. "Master, please Master?"

"Please what Master? Put it all together, and in a proper tone of voice..." He saw the fire flashing in her eyes. Yes, her submission was more wondrous since she fought it so hard.

"Please Master, may I touch you?" She asked submissively in a soft pleading voice.

"Yes slave, you may undress me..." Angel smiled. She smiled and reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt, as she kissed his chest as it appeared. Angel laid back and let her play. "We need to train you better, before I take you out in public again." He said as he sat up as she slid the shirt off him. "You are far to uppity for a proper slave." He laughed at the outraged expression on her face.

"Train me?" She looked at him. "That's my finest point, being uppity." She moved down his body and removed his shoes and socks then moves back up the bed. She hesitated then undid his pants slowly. "What do I have to learn then, Master?" She asked as she motioned for him to raise his hips. .

"You are far to uppity for a proper slave. You need training. For one, you assume and don't ask... didn't move when you want something. You have to always ask... properly

You need less dramatics. If you want to play, play... if you don't we won't, but no halfway measures."

Buffy frowned and looks at him trying to decide if he's for real or not. She decided he was. "Please Master please lift you hips Master." She clenched her teeth and then smiled as he did her bidding allowing her to slide his pants and boxers down, leaving him revealed.

"I want to play, it's just against my nature, you know that... I do like it though, very much." She told him with a small smile.

He reached out and pulls her close. "It is because it is opposite from your nature that it feels so good. When you are in scene you give up everything, no responsibilities, no stress and no problems. They are all mine. Your only function is to please me, nothing else... very relaxing. I know we could never live a 24/7 in s D/s relationship. Actually your very Dom. You would be classified as a switch. But when we play, you have to work at total submission."

She snuggled into him liking the feeling of being possessed. "I like belonging to you... It excites me so much. Will you teach me Master?" she asked as she kissed his neck lightly.

"Yes I will teach you. We will work on your training tonight and go back to the castle tomorrow night."

Buffy smiled. "Thank you, Master."

He stroked her face, funning his thumb over her lips. "Now you're getting the idea. Now for learning, always keep you eyes turned down."

She nodded. "Yes Master, thank you Master. Where do I look if it is not eye contact Master?" she seemed very willing to learn now.

"Before initiating any action you ask permission, no matter how simple." He continued.

She picked her head up off his chest. "Any action at all Master?" she was frowning at the thought of not being able to touch him as she wished. "May I please lay my head upon you Master?"

"Yes you may touch me…" he said softly as his need put an edge to this voice.

"Thank you Master." She leaned her head back on him and snuggled into him relaxing as he stroked her and kissed her. She could feel his erection pressing into her side. She kissed him back squirming against him aroused by his obvious interest.

"Touch me..." he moaned as she touched him in response to his touching.

"Where about Master? She smiled slyly. She was starting to see the power the slave had as she slid her hand down his body.

"You know where. Stroke me, make me hard for you!" he hissed in need. She clasped his erection and gently stroked it. He lay back watching his hand as he hardened to steel under her touch. She was squeezing it gently as she stroked it. He moaned. "It feels so good…" she increased the tempo of her strokes, loving the feel of him. He was purring at her touch. "Suck me... slow and hard..."

"Yes Master." She murmured as she moved down his body licking him as she went. She took a hold and licked the tip of his engorged cock and then slowly took the tip in her mouth. She sucked hard brining as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. His head feel back and his eye rolled into the back of his head as she swirled the tip, sucking as she went.

"Sit on my face while you do that." He commanded when he could talk. She moved to where she was positioned over him, both thighs on each side of his face. She took him back into her mouth sucking hard going down till he hit the back of her mouth and held him there swallowing gently.

Angel reached up and pulled Buffy's hips down to her moist cavern was over his mouth. He started to lick her gently and she moaned in pleasure to his attentions. She started thrusting her head up and down, sucking hard, low muffled whimper at his touch as he sucked her lower lips into his mouth and nibbled them as he pulled away. He then thrust his tongue inside her to lick the clit.

Licking all round his erection as she sucked, she was squirming and panting for air. She would intermittently increase her suction to stop herself from crying out. He nipped her harder as she removed his cock and licks at the very tip before taking it into the back of her mouth, feeling him bump the beginning to her throat.

He suckled on her clit feeling her passion build and her juices flow as he alternated between sucking and licking. He continued to do the same loving his taste. ""Oh god Buffy, I am so close..." She thought for a moment and then hummed with his as deep as she could sucking as hard as she could.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" he cried as he turned and bit into her thigh and came hard while her blood filled his mouth. She came hard form his bit as well as his mouth joining him in an intense orgasm.

He was lying on his back, licking at her leg, his limp cock on his stomach as he was stroking her thighs. She rolled onto her side. "Wow. That was intense!"

"Yes, yes it was, but you didn't ask to come... You did something without permission. We will deal with your punishment later...

She looked up at him in shock. "Punishment?" she then muttered under her breath, 'I need to make notes…She turned turns and nuzzled back into him. "I take it then I'm still under training then Master?"

He rolled over hugged her stroking her shoulder. "Yes punishment... for disobeying.

A proper slave will require years of training..."

"Years? Oh man, I am going to need a book for the rules." She looked up at him with big eyes. "Is there anything else to teach me tonight, Master?"

"Just love me and always defer to me for everything, and you will do just fine."

"Well, I have that covered." She smiled as she enjoyed his cool embrace. "I am so not telling Giles about this. This is going to the grave..." She vowed quietly

He pulled her close to him. "Something tells me Ripper knows a lot of stuff you have no idea of…"

She kissed him and then nipped his chin. "Yeah maybe, but he'd go all father-like at this idea. Could you imagine Xander?

"I don't want to think of xander in the same subject as sex, thank you...." He replied drolly.

Buffy Chuckled. "Oh play nice."

He laughed and pinned her to the bed. "I am the Master ... I don't have too..." he nipped and kissed along her neck and collarbone as he positioned himself and his erection at her moist opening. "What do you want slave?" He asked his voice husky with passion as he dragged his cock along her moistness.

"You… you. Please Master…!" Need put a hard edge to her voice

"Where? Where do you want what slave?" he asked his voice rough and a purr deeply in his throat.

She maoned and begged. "You… your cock inside me please Master! I need you inside me now!"

He chuckled and slid into her in one swift stroke, filing her completely and stretching her. He whispered to her, his lips next to her ear brushing them gently. "Look in the mirror Buffy. Look at what it looks like to have me inside you."

The words evoked an erotic image that matched the real on in the mirror. She glanced up and saw herself on her back, legs spread, her labia and vagina open. She could her vagina open and stretched and moving as he slid in and out. She was wide open to see her core. She shut her eyes, blushing at the image. She looked wanton and erotic. She could feel him thrusting hard into her. She opened her eyes again to see her flesh giving way to his invisible thrusts.

"That is how you look to me, all the time. Beautiful, open and mine. Come for me baby. I want to feel you come. I want to feel you come on my cock. Come on me." He chanted into her ear and then pulled back enough to see the passion and the love on her face as she neared her orgasm.

She looked up into this eyes, her love shining out as she thrust up to him. As she got closer to her orgasm her nails raked his back giving him exquisite pain and putting the smell of blood in the air. He thrust harder and ground his hips into her clit as his eyes turned yellow and his fangs lengthened.

Buffy arched up screaming as she came hard while baring her throat in submission. He moaned and sank his fangs into her neck and joined her in orgasm as the blood welled up in his mouth. He sucked lightly as her hands held his head to her neck as she came again form the feed.

"Thanks for the permission." He chuckled lightly then licked her neck and dropped his head to her chest.

"You love that don't you? My submitting to you." She asked slowly.

"Yes. I love it... because I know if we ever really fight, you can kick my ass. Your submission is not one of fear, but a true power exchange done in love."

"I love it, it is foreign and still its such a turn on for me. Its hard to do, but I love it... even when I’m helpless I know I can trust you." She told him with a gentle smile.

"Yeah, it is fun to play with it. I love your trust in me." He stroked her facegently. She submitted to *him*, her and all her Power. She turned into his hand. "I love you Buffy... sleep... we have a long day ahead of us." She obeyed and fell asleep in his arms her head on his chest.

****

Angel rolled over and looked around Buffy isn't in bed. He heard her in the shower and padded into the bathroom and hears her showering. He smiled and slid into the shower to join her. "Good morning lover"

"Morning darling." She told him even though it was early evening they had slept the day away. "You're up early.

He chuckled. "I am always up where you are concerned. Are you ready to go to the castle as a proper slave?"

She smiled and leaned back into him. "You're impossible.. A proper slave? Are you sure I am ready for that?"

"No. But I don't care. I want to show you off." He rubbed his face into her hair taking in her smell. Her very essence was erotic to him. His erection pressed into her back.

"Do you have anything special you want me to wear? I won’t be able to tuch you or look into your eyes…right?"

"No. Not unless I invite you to do so. Special clothes, well I have a specific idea, we’re going shopping. We will be in scene the whole time. You don't speak unless spoken to, stay two steps behind me and kneel at my side when I sit in a chair. It will be on a big pillow, and I want your eyes averted and submissive at all times. Can you do that?"

"She thought it over. He was really getting into this, but it turned him on so much and was such a sensation for her. "No speaking? You're going to kill me!" She laughed.

He gave her a small smile. He knew how hard it was for her. The fact she even tries pleased him to no end

"Will you touch me? I need it." She asked in a little girl voice. "I feel so alone like that sometimes."

"He thought about it. "I will touch you often, OK?" she nodded.

****

They stepped out of the cab to the locked door of the building. Angel triggered the intercom. "Angelus Boyle, we have an appointment." The door buzzed and it opens. "They are very selective of their clientele. " he whispered to Buffy as they entered.

Buffy looked around in curiosity as they entered then looks back at Angel. "I always forget you're rich."

The prim and proper lady met them in the foyer. She looked at Angel with a smile and at Buff with appraising eyes.

Angel addressed her. "We are looking for proper clothing for my slave." She flinched at being called such in front of another. The woman nodded and led them into a room. The room was opulent with a chair that was nearly a throne. Next to the chair was a large fluffy pillow.

Angel pulled her aside. "We are in scene from now through the rest of the night. Focus." He swatter her on the butt and she scampered after the woman. She slowed and stepped behind Angel and realized she can watch his butt from this position.

Buffy knelt on the pillow at his side lounging much like Princess Leia in Return of the Jedi. She felt exotic and decadent. The woman was addressing Angel and not even speaking to her." What are you looking for Sir?"

Angel thought a moment stroking is chin. "I am looking for risqué but modest. I want something that shows her station and charms without divulging too much of her, but is pleasing to the eye." The woman nodded and walked away leaving them alone.

Angel leaned down and while stroking her like a Master would a pet told her. " Grab my thigh when you find something you like a lot... tap my leg if you just like it. We are going to have a fashion show."
 

The first girl walked in dressed in leather straps on the body. EVERYTHING was open for view: breasts and crotch. Angel waived it off, as Buffy gasped at the view and prayed Angel wouldn’t pick that.

The second woman was in a toga type outfit that was showing everything when she moved. Again Angel waived her away. "Are we having a problem with modest here?"

A third girl walked in wearing long flowing dress made of silk scarves. It was lovely and flowing hinting at sex but showing absolutely nothing. Buffy looked at it swallowing nervously and tapped his leg. He nodded and motioned for the woman to stand aside.

Buffy glanced again. It was very sexy and pleasing to the eye but not showing anything specific, leaving everything to the imagination.

Another woman entered wearing a harem outfit; halter-top puffy pants, bare midriff and decked in chains and jewelry. It was obviously a slave outfit right out of the Arabian Nights. She is beginning to relax, and enjoy the show trusting Angel not to reveal her too much. She tapped him showing her approval. He again nodded and waved the woman to stand by the other one.

The next woman came in wearing nothing but chain mail. She was an amazon with long rippling muscles who showed the mail off to the best. But Buffy shuddered. You could see her pubic hair and nipples through the mail. She sat quietly not tapping his leg and.Angel waves her off .

A woman entered a woman comes in wearing a floor length silk gown, much like a demure woman from medieval times. Her hair was done up in an elaborate braid which left her neck exposed, a fashion she knew was highly attractive to Angel. Buffy thought she looked like she walked right out of the renaissance faire. Angel shifted in his chair that special way that he did when she knew he was aroused and she grabbed his leg. She LOVED it!

Angel motioned at the silk dress. "That one."

The woman nodded. "May I prepare your slave for you?"

Angel nodded. He stroked Buffy’s hair. "Go with her Pet. You may speak to her as you wish." She stood and nodded and then followed the woman who led her away from him.

The woman turned to Buffy with a silence they were out of Angel’s vicinity. "Your Master prizes you very highly to bring you here. Only the highest regarded slaves of the wealthy are brought here for dressing. He wants you pampered and prepared.

Buffy just shivered with the thought of his caring. He had planned this incredibly!

"Oh, I guess in that case yeah he does... ohh wow, I never knew that much about this." She looked around as they walked into the spa where a large tub with bubble bath had been prepared. Buffy somewhat self-consciously stripped and slid into the tub, relaxing in the hot water. "Oh this is being pampered…"

Three women entered the bath and started to bath her, one to each side and the other behind her doing her hair. Buffy leaned back and relaxed. "This I can get used too.." Buffy murmured.

The blonde on her right side saw her bite on her neck. "Oh he is into blood sports, never would have though it of him!" She giggled causing Buffy to blush, which caused the bite to stand out more.

The brunette laughed. "Not only the neck" she teased as she saw the bite on the thigh. "He is a kinky one!" Buffy shut her eyes just letting them bathe her trying to block it out as the woman continued. "I saw him at the castle about 2 years ago. He was always a loner. I never saw him even play...never mind keep a slave."

The redhead laughed. "I thought he was only a voyeur. She smiled at this new bit of information. *Going to have words with him.. Again*

The woman returned. "We are her to prepare her for her Master’s pleasure not to gossip!" The redhead sighed and rinsed her hair until it was squeaky clean.

Buffy opened her eyes with a smile. "It was interesting gossip though." She said as they finished bathing her and they signaled for her to get out of the tub. She sighed and stretched. They dried her completely and then applied rose oil to her skin. She felt so pampered.

The women dried her hair, then ran rose scent through the strands. The blonde took it and piled it up and off her neck with a French twist, placing rose buds in her hair. They sat her down and placed her in a silk undergarments and did a pedicure and a manicure.

Buffy looked at herself in a mirror as a beautiful woman emerged. "I don't feel very slave like."

The woman started to speak while Buffy was awash in a fantasy of how he would respond to seeing her. " I am assuming you are new to your collar. A slave is a very important thing to the Master. Your condition and your happiness are very important to your Master. He wants you well taken care of, and properly cared for. He obviously loves you very much. I believe you’re taking on an outing to the castle am I correct?" She smiled as Buffy nodded agreement. "Be respectful, keep your eyes averted, and never speak unless given permission from him and you will do fine. Slaves are to be seen, not heard."

Buffy nodded "Yes I am very new. I know he cherishes me and wants to show me off there." She blushed. There was something erotic about being shown off like a prize mare "He gave me the rules, hopefully I can obey them." She stood up as the women slid the silk gown over her head and down her body.

Buffy stroked the gown it was gorgeous. "The gown seems familiar." She couldn’t place where she had seen it before. She glanced into the mirror and was stunned at how beautiful she looked.

The woman smiled. "You like the gown? It is right out of Ireland the 1750's... he asked for it to be made specifically for you. He told me where to find the picture and the directions to make it. He had it made for him. He called for it about two weeks ago. It is a cultural Irish wedding dress from that era done in silk instead of the common wool. Originally I was supposed to just mail it to him, but then he called and changed that..."

He asked for it? You did a wonderful job, it's beautiful, it really is..." She smiled at the woman as she felt the fabric. She looked at the woman. "Looks up, yes we had a change of plans." She had a small bit of confusion running through her..

"I wasn't sure you were going to chose this for your outfit or not. I am glad you did since he had already bought this one." The woman confided in Buffy.

Buffy smiled. "I feel in love with it... it's incredible." She stopped at the other women applied a intricate chain around her neck of heavy gold. "What's this, a new collar?"

"Oh yes it is. He bought it for you to go with the dress. It is your dress up collar. I am sorry, did you want him to apply your collar?" The woman was shocked she slipped on such a basic courtesy.

Buffy stroked it a bit and then nodded. "I'm used to only him doing it but if he bought it then it is OK." The blonde woman started to work on her makeup as the brunette started a manicure. The redhead was doing a pedicure.

When she was done she stood before a floor length mirror amazed. She still looked like herself but more beautiful and graceful. "You look exquisite. Come, let us present you to him." Buffy took a deep breath and followed her out of the room.

Angel was sitting in a chair reading John Donne poetry. He wasn’t paying attention to the surroundings until he heard the woman address him. Buffy stood at her side in a submissive pose her eyes on her hands. "Your slave Sir." Angel glanced up and his jaw dropped. She kept her eyes on his chest.

He stood quickly and walked over to her and walks around her admiring the effect added to by her keeping silent looking down. "You have done us a great service Wendy. You have called forth all her natural beauty and did wonders with the gown. Buffy smiled slightly knowing he was pleased. He put his finger under her chin and tilted her head back to allow him to look her in the eyes and then kissed her on the mouth softly yet passionately.

Angel pulled a small golden chain out of his pocket and clasped it on the gold chain she wore around her neck. She glanced at the gold lead and then back at his chest biting her lips lightly. "Come now... We go to the castle.’’ He turned to the woman, "You have a car for us?" Wendy nodded and wrapped Buffy in a floor length cloak held together with an intricate Celtic design clasp. They were led to a limousine where Angel told the driver the address of the Castle.

He turned to Buffy snuggled under his arm. I bought the other two outfits you liked. I am glad you liked this one the best. How did you like the pampering, do you approve?

Buffy thought a minute then replied. "I liked it, a lot. Master, may I ask something? You had this made two weeks ago, why have it made and then have me pick?"

"I had it made because I wanted to see you in it, you see it is a wedding dress. I wanted to see what you would have looked like if you had existed at the time when I was a breather." He saw her nodding and frowned. "Damn it, she shouldn’t have told you."

Buffy tried to defend Wendy. "She was very pleased with her work, she didn't know that I had no idea. She stroked his thigh. I love it Master"

Angel became serious. "I want to marry you Buffy. I know I am bonded to you for life, but I want to marry you. I wanted you to feel how much you mean to me. Many people think slaves are not cherished, but they are. This is such an incredible gift of your submission you give to me."

"I want that too." She smiled as her hands felt the fabric of the dress again, loving it's texture. She realized she had never known anything so nice. She ran the rules through her head in a bid to remember. "I know what I mean to you Master...."

Angel kissed her on the top of the head "I don't think you really do, but that's ok... Of your ready then , let us go to the castle and show you off?

"Yes Master" she said quietly [leased with the pleasure she sees in his eyes when she does. He leads her to the car they have waiting and he puts her in the back and then climbs in, settles back relaxing. He is sitting next to her, playing with the golden chain, lost in the reality of the fantasies that had come true.

Angel comes back to the present as they drive up to the Castle. He got out when the driver opened the door and with a mild tug of the chain she was behind him. he allowed her to straighten her gown and then they walk in. they are not carded this time recognized by the gatekeeper. He headed for the restaurant and walked up to the manager and order a table for two sitting. Buffy reminded herself to keep the pose of the slave and kept her yes downcast.

The waitress nodded as they sat down and handed them a menu. Buffy hesitated until Angel waved her to sit in the chair next to him and tugged the chain a little bit. She complied. He handed her the menu. "Tell me what you want."

Buffy giggled nervously a little remembering their last meal here. "Just a salad please Master." He smiled at her.

He looked up at the waitress all business. "Salad for my slave. Sprite for me." she nodded and left. Buffy sat with her hands fiddling under the table. "Tell me Buffy, what do you think of it so far?"

She looked up at him and smiled. "It's better than I thought. Maybe even easier.. I'm enjoying it… Master."

"Easier you say." He took her hand. "Would you like to test yourself? Would you like to show your skills off and test your submission?" he smiled there was a challenge in his eye.

She looked down at their entwined hands. "Test myself Master?" she thought for a moment. She could feel his anticipation. He wanted to do this badly. She realized her agreement would be a great gift to him. She nodded. "Yes Master" she told him in a quiet whisper

He smiled a big smile and then entertained her with his view of the people at the other tables. He had a wry sarcastic view of life. He had her laughing throughout the meal as he sipped his sprite.

When they finished he stood, threw some money on the table and picked up her chain and led her out of the restaurant. She realizes where they are gong when she feel the cramping in her womb, The vampire bar! She tensed against the chain and pulled back a little balking at going onto the bar as a slave on a chain.

"Ah Ah Ah. You are testing you submission to me. You can be submissive to me in the privacy of our room, can you do so in front of other vampires?" Angel asked her gently. She realized if she refused he would take her home, but would be very disappointed in her.

She kept her eyes on the ground. She realized she could consent. But she wasn't happy with the idea. She did some deep breathing exercises and relaxed. "I can try Master." *a submissive Slayer this is going to ruin my rep..* She thought to herself.

They walk in and he claimed a table, sitting in the chair she accepted the position on the pillow at his side. He smiled at her and stroked her cheek, running his hands up and down her neck...

A tall redheaded vampire comes up to him, and smiles an unfriendly grin at angel. "Angelus is that you?" Buffy turned into Angel's touch, thankful for him keeping contact. She tensed at the vampire's closeness, her body screaming to fight she held it in check with her hands clenching at her side. She stayed still, eyes focused on the ground.

Angel was hyper-aware of Buffy's battle readiness. The fact she hadn't killed the approaching vampire showed her control. Damn few Slayers would ever be able to even th9ink of this never mind do it. "Karl... How is life?" he asked as he stroked her like a Persian kitty. Buffy shut her eyes at his touch, letting him sooth and relax her... slowly lets her body relaxed and calmed down...

Karl snorted. "Pardon me I have never seen you with a slave before... and a human one at that. I never thought you to be one to keep pets..." he stared at them together and then looked at Angel in surprise. "Your consort? You have a human as a consort? Well isn't that special. Just how well trained is she...?" the thought of a supple obedient victim putting a tinge of lust in his voice.

Angel looked up at him with a cold smile. "She is well trained and completely submissive to me... but to no one else." He reached down and pulled her up off the pillows and lowered here on to his lap played with her hair while they talked. Buffy was like a big doll patient with his handling and touch almost craving it. Something noticeable by all present if they watched.

She was tense against him, eyes looking down as he stroked her neck gently in long strokes. Slowly, very slowly, she started to relax against Angel, but keeping her self-ready for action. She was slightly baring more of her neck to him unconsciously as he stroked her neck.

"She is totally submissive to me alone." His voice soft and gentle at the same time reassuring her he will not ask her to submit to another. She sighed and relaxed into him completely, trusting Angel.

Karl licked his lips. "She submits enough to let you feed?"

Angel laughed. "Of course!".. A few of the vampires in the bar were watching Karl challenge Angelus. Karl was an idiot was the general consensus. "Bare your throat- slave." he commanded to her. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back and to the side.

He looked Karl in the eye as he slides his fangs into her throat. It was soft and gentle and almost obscenely erotic in both the total trust she showed him, and the total trust he has in her that he doesn't even hold her tight. She smothers any whimpers, and relaxed against him in total surrender, her eyes shutting in pleasure. The watching vampires can all feel the flow and it is turning them all on. She digs her nails into her palms to keep from squirming in Angel's lap. Finally he breaks the draw and licks her with a long lick, showing her total trust in him. "See Karl... maximum submission." Angel gloated at the redhead

Karl snorted. "Hah! You just found your self a fang slut. That isn't maximum submission." Buffy flinched back against Angel at the words. She felt the blinding rage he felt at the words.

Angel never changed his tone but the words were still icy. "Oh you think my consort is a fang slut? I will tell you what, I will take your challenge." The other vampires are very interested in seeing this. "I will state my position. My slave submits to me entirely, as you saw, she even consented to the feed. Now Karl if you are correct, and my consort is a fang slut, she will consent to you feeding off her. If I am correct and she submits only to me, then you will be UNABLE to feed off her."

Initially Buffy was afraid and then she realized Angel wasn't letting this vampire feed off her, but in fact gave her permission to stop him. She smiled up at the vampire with what Angel would recognize as Buffy at her worst but Karl took it as an invitation.

Karl laughed. "Me, me UNABLE to feed off a human? You must be joking. Willing or unwilling, no human can stop me if I decide to feed." The rest watched. Karl was one of the strongest of the Night Watchers. No one doubted his claim.

Angel nodded. "Yeah, you will be unable to feed on her." he pulled her close and under the guise of petting her whispered in her ear. "Fuck him up and hurt him, don't kill him but embarrass the shit out of him OK?" Buffy nodded silently. She was happy to do this.

Karl reached over and pulled on her chain to make her stand for him. She looked demure but she was in a fighting stance. He picked up the tenseness and smiled. "Oh little slave wants to play feisty?" He grabbed her shoulder and she spun quickly and kicked him in the head following it up with a front kick to the face. He dropped to his knees and she grabbed his arm and broke it the stepped back and roundhouse kicked him. She then held him to the ground with a small stake at his heart, her emergency 'god only knows where she hides the damn thing' stake.

Angel was laughing at Karl and the others stared in shock. "Oh Karl, meet my consort. She only submits to one vampire in the world asshole, ME. You lucky Karl that your a cold feeder." Buffy heard his words and smiled while she kept the stake over his heart waiting for Angel. She had to bite her tongue to stop laughing. The other vamps are starting to get nervous. Rumor mill had Angelus fucking the Slayer. They were just rumors right? He wouldn't have the balls to collar the Slayer, would he?

"For your information Karl, she is not a fang slut...and you are fucking lucky she has absolutely no idea what it is or I would be cleaning you up with a dust buster." He motioned for her to leave Karl alone. "Come here baby."

As he reached his hand out in a beckoning manner to her, she nodded her head slightly, raising towards Angel and then dropped her stance back to his side. He pulled her into his lap and started to play with her hair again, showing her docility. She kept her eyes lowered, but relaxed letting him do what he wants. She was still watching the other vamps under her eyelashes.

Enjoying to too much to let it go Angel continued. "Oh by the way Karl, you should put your head between you legs and kiss you ass thanks... You have experienced something few vampires ever experience and exist long enough to heal from." She choked back a snicker, trying to turn it into a cough hoping Angel didn't notice. He ran his fingers up her neck, and then licks her neck. The gesture is not lost on the other vampires in the room, she totally submits to Angelus, and kicked the ass of the strongest vampire in the room that was not Angelus. Buffy shivered as she bared her neck to him in total submission. "OK Karl meet my consort and wife; Buffy the Vampire Slayer."

The other vampires in the room stare at Angel and start to laugh, sure that Angelus is making jokes. It is too funny for the Slayer Killer to consort the Slayer and keep her on a leash. That is until Whistler walked in the room. "I wouldn't laugh assholes. He isn't lying." The laughter stopped cold as Buffy smiled and looked at Whistler. They all look at Buffy like a cobra someone dropped out of the sky. "Angelus you are not only one crazy ass demon, you are a sick son of a bitch with a worst sense of humor."

Angel laughed. "You know me, I like my women dangerous." She moved in anticipation of a fight and he grabbed her and whispers no in her ear.

Whistler shook his head. "Only you Angelus would have the balls to bring a willfully collared Slayer into a vampire bar." They all saw her ready to fight, and her stopping at his direction. She stayed keyed up and tense but leaned back against him. she was shaking her head lightly in protest.

"Well if you are done harassing my personality, either get a beer and sit down and lets talk or fuck off..." Angel growled. Whistler laughed, grabbed a pitcher of beer and sat at the table. The other vampires went back to what they were doing, occasionally checking where the Slayer is, on Angelus' leash

Whistler laughed. "You know you could tattoo Slayer across her forehead... I have to admit though, you knocked her reputation into overdrive. She killed Lothos and the Master, and now she has Angelus as a consort and husband. She is obviously submissive only to her consort, as is proper for a consort. Do you realize you have just put her into the range of mystical? You planned this Angelus, didn't you?"

Buffy stared in shock as she realized what he had done for her. Angel answered his question. "Yeah I did. I want to help her reputation. Now the night watchers will talk about how she kicked Karl's ass and let him live. The hot hunters will fear her more, because she knows us. She has enough control to kill without being it being on pure instinct. That will scare the shit out of the hot hunters.

Buffy stared at Angel before remembering she was supposed to lower her eyes. "Why?"

Whistler answered for angel. "Vampire society Ducks, that is just how it works. Angelus set you up beyond the usual fear the Slayer instills in vampires. You are now in the realm of a mystical creature. It will be all over the world in ever vampire community in 72 hours."

She ignored him. "I didn't ask you. Whistler... I asked my husband why he didn't tell me..."

Angel looked at her. "I just made you safer. I didn't tell you because they would have felt it through the bond we had something planned. You had to really truly be submissive to make it work."

She was getting angry. "I played right along Huh? I even slayed that vamp like some well trained watchdog."

"Ah, the point is you didn't slay him. You were in total control in a room full of vampires minutes after the feed. You took him out and you stayed your hand. Any other slyer would have gone off in kill lust and gone after the room on pure instinct. You have control. You are terrifying to them now."

Buffy was furious. "So now I'm a Slayer who's also your slave and has a wonderful rep

Maybe one day can we go somewhere where I'm not 'The Slayer' Angel?" she pulled at her collar.

Anger burned in him. All this work and she didn't care? "You are getting uppity young lady. I think a little discipline is in order" he looked at Whistler. "Excuse me, I need to reinforce some ideas. We will talk latter." He stood up and walked out pulling on her chain forcing her to follow. She sensed a deep cold fury in him and she followed nervously.

When he walked up tot he dungeon master and growled. "Private room, Shackles, no voyeurs, discipline level four." She felt nervous and shivered.

The dungeon master nodded. "As you wish mi lord" and then led them to a back cell and opened the door for them. Angel entered and pulled her in. She stopped at the door gasping at the harsh sight. This wasn't some game he was going to be harsh! She could feel his cold rage and another feeling under it, betrayal? She was confused at his emotions but more concerned at the rage. She was unsure of his control as he turned to her his face a cold mask. He pulled her to him with the chain. She swallowed and fought the urge to go Slayer on him, and allows herself to be pulled to him.

"Do you know what the most important thing in my life is?" He asked with a low hiss, cold hard rage in his voice. When she remained in stunned silence he continued. "Oh you don't? Well let me tell you. You are the most important thing in my existence. Don't smile at me. This isn't funny. This is life or death

"What Angel come on..." shje tried to break free.

"I am not coming on... I am not playing games. I spent the better part of a year setting this up. Why you ask? I did it for YOU!" he snapped.

"What? A year? We haven't been together a year, I sure the hell haven't been into this for a year." She looked at him in amazement.

"NO Buffy you haven't. I needed to, I had to make you safe. I watched your predecessor and knew she wouldn't live out the year. She was young, she was stupid and she was arrogant and ran purely on instinct. I bound my soul to keep you alive. You are not bonded to me, I am bonded to you. And now you want to throw it all away and mock me for it! I belong to you completely and totally; heart, mind, body and soul! I vowed the next Slayer would not be the one that fell so readily to Lothos' games. I sought out the next to be called and found you. You were sunshine, you were beauty and truth. When I saw you... I knew you were going to be the next called. I fell in love with you as I saw you sitting on the steps at Hemery, and I vowed you wouldn't go the way of the vapid insipid predecessor Slayer on a one way trip to death. So I bound my self to you... entirely and utterly for eternity. To assure you survive."

" I know you're a night watcher guardian of the Slayers and you fell in love with me, you've told me this before Angel... I don't understand. Angelus bound us, you're bound twice to me?" she drifted off the concept was mind boggling.

"Buffy, I dedicated my existence to your survival. The bonding I placed on me to you makes the bonding Angelus did look like a whores promise on payday" She flinched at the hard words and jerked away from him as he continued. "MY purpose in life is to set you up in such a way as you will never face a fool that can kill you. MY scene upstairs was not just for our pleasure, it was to save your life." She stepped back and started to walk to the door.

She looked after him rage flowing. "I told you to stop keeping secrets from me! Don't you walk away from me! Every day there's more... I'm supposed to fall to my feet and worship you???

He spun back to her. "NO you're not! Buffy if I had told you it would have been ruined. No, you not supposed to fall at my feet ands worship me but you are supposed to trust me to do what I am supposed to do; keep you alive... I trust you with my life all the time. I just told you; I told you everything. I wasn't even supposed to talk to you Buffy...

She walked to the door. "That's just it. I trust you, your control everything about you, I trust." she kicked at the door. "Angel open the door."

"no" he told her quietly.

"You won't punish me... Dammit open it!" she kicked again at the door. "Punishing is just too hard for you. Now open the fucking door.".

"I am not opening the door you think this is a game?" he stood firm leaning against the table as she kicked at the portal to their little world.

She looked back at him. he had no right to look that good when she was this pissed off. "Yes it's a game, a nice pastime, but a Slayer submitting?" she raised her eyebrows.

She growled. "You don't realize I don't need you to submit? The legend exists... The Slayer with the control walks. There is a vampire legend. One that is the bogey man that terrifies things that walk the night; The Slayer with Control.. Able to walk among them without tipping her hand to kill at will and not instinct."

"So what. You think you'd be able to force me to accept punishment?" she was unimpressed with bogeyman stories for vampires.

"I won't force you. I never have to do another scene with you as long as you live. You are the Slayer with control. Slayers are a mystical creature like the vampires and demons she slays, and like them she also runs on instinct. We have the instinct and the blood lust, you have the instinct and the dust lust.

She closed her eyes and then went back to him to look into his face. "It sounds like you're cutting ties with me, as if you don't need me now." She told him in the barest of whispers.

"Buffy I can't cut ties with you. You can walk out that door and never see me again and live you life till old age and I will always be there in the shadows watching you. I bound myself to you for eternity, but you and not bound to me, unless you *want* to be." His heart was breaking and she could see a tear in his eye.

She stared at him a moment and then dropped her vision and then slowly dropped to a kneeling position. "I want to be... Master." He stood there in shock looking at her submission. * OH my god she does want me!* he thought as she continued. "I want to belong to you for the rest of my life, Master." She leaned forward until her head literally touched the ground.

He dropped to the ground kneeling he pulled her into an embrace and nuzzled her neck. She could feel tears on it. "Oh god Buffy, I thought I lost you. I thought you left me. I wanted you to be the one with control so badly, to make you safe to give you a future. I wanted to give you what no Slayer has ever been promised, a future. I did that tonight and thought I lost you when you snarled at me about going somewhere where you weren't a Slayer. I lost it."

"Lost me? Not in a million years. I'm sorry I just freaked. Can you ever forgive me, or can I make it up for scaring you?" she asked as her head dropped to his shoulder. "I'm sorry, there were so many vibes in there, they got to me."

"I can forgive you, can you forgive me? The act of submission is to totally trust, totally... and what happened was you stopped trusting. I know you didn't trust for me to keep you safe in a room full of vampires that knew who you were. You didn't trust yourself to be submissive in front of vampires that knew you were the Slayer... and you almost destroyed in one willful act everything I have dedicated my life to. I was so furious... I was so angry, I felt so betrayed." He nuzzled her hair and rained light kisses on her forehead.

"I do trust you Angel. I trust you more than anyone, but it's hard to trust completely." She shut her eyes. "I'm sorry, it scared me more than the vamps, that's why I freaked, your anger, I didn't know if you could keep control."

"I know. It was the ultimate act of submission and you did pull it off" he kissed her. Relived she smiled and kissed him back. He hungrily kissed her lips like they were the only water in the Sahara. Her hands running into his hair caressing it. "Oh god do you know how good you look in that dress to me? Knowing you wore it just for me?"

She pulled back and frowned as she looked around the room. "Your body tells me how much you like the dress. But tell me Angel, why are we here?"

"I love you Buffy. Why are we here?" he laughed. We are here because you were a bad girl." he told her as he nipped her neck and started to unlace the dress. "I am going to teach you a lesson in pleasure and pain

She stuttered. "te-te-teach me a lesson? You are going to teach me a lesson? I thought you'd forgiven me?" she asked in a small child like voice.

"As a man who loves his slave. Oh I have, but you haven't forgiven yourself have you? Correct, when I finish with you, you will have forgiven yourself." his voice is dark and husky, and she was almost melting at his look.

Looks at him thinking. "No I haven't Master." Her voce tailed off as he continued to undress her and soon she found herself nude, her dress on the bench. He ran his hands over her body. She moaned and arched into his touch. She ached for his touch. He gently lifted her hands and shackled her to the wall. She tried to mover and finds that she is restrained and she gasps. She pulled against them reflexively.

He possessively ran his hands over her body with long strokes and then scratching her back lightly which made she squeal and her juices flow. She arched into his hand seeking more and more contact. She turned her around pulling her against his erection and licking along her neck sensuously.

He stroked her breasts playing with the nipples. He could smell her arousal. "You like that? You like to have my hands on your body, slave?" he whispered huskily into her ear. "Do you want to please me slave? Do you want to see my pleasure?" He slid his finger between her lower folds where he could a smell her arousal and feels her moisture. He moistens his finger in her juices and placed it at her nether opening... relax baby, with his other hand he strokes her clit

She cried out and thrust onto his hand as he pulled away a little holding her in his embrace. She pulled at the shackles and then forgot them as he rubbed her clit, rubbing the mound as she thrust against him. His fingers at the clit, her relaxing in his arms as he licked her neck. He was just waiting for the heat to start. She moaned softly as he placed his cock against her rear opening and pressed gently entering her slowly as she relaxes with the pleasure

"Your mine... I am claiming you all." She could feel the pressure and it feels so good as he rubbed her clit more. Soon she cried out as he slid his finger in and out and his cock claimed her ass. She was enveloped in the essence of him. He slid the finger out as he rubbed her hard and he felt the pressure burning.

She was feeling her orgasm closer as she felt him thrusting in and out of her ass to the rhythm of his hands on her clit and she shuddered to orgasm impaled on his cock. She cried as her head fell back, screaming long and hard. She bared her neck to him and he sank his fangs in her neck coming hard as the blood filled his mouth and he filled her ass with his cold come. "MINE" he growled in her ear his fangs still in her throat while running his hands over her body possessively. He held her to him completely encompassed by her as he nuzzled her back her head leaning back into him with a content smile. "Yours…" A groan of pleasure he was relaxing against him ignoring the chains digging into her wrists. "Oh Angel, untie me?"

He ran his hands ran over her body, he nuzzled her neck and licked her neck. "Yes?" he purred. He just cradled her in his arms, safe and gentle as she leaned against him. He was awash with the love and passion in the gift of submission she gave him. "Let's go home... I love you more than life itself."

She nodded. "Angel, I can hardly move here."

"Oh" he smiled and relaxed his grip allowing her to move, her knees almost buckled and she hung on to him. He gathered her up and massaged her arms and legs gently as she whimpered as the pins and needles kick in flexing her toes and fingers. Slowly she got the feeling back as she looked around for her dress. "No let me... I undressed you... let me dress you." he sat her on the bench and pulled the slip over her head and pulled it down. " I want you to wear this at our wedding? Will you?"

"Yes, yes I will." She put her hand to her now messy hair. "You ruined my hair style."

He laughed and pulled it apart and framed her face with it. "No I didn't" He held her and just loved her and then he said what he thought but never thought to say. "We could elope now. In 6 hours we can be in Nevada, you have ID saying your 21." She stared at him in shock. "We'd have to keep it secret for a little while at least. Do you want to pick up Willow as a maid of honor on our way through Sunnydale?"

Leaning into his touch like his pet. "Why not? Pulled her into an embrace with a smile "Your serious aren't you?" she asked stunned at his words.

He smiled at her. "As a heart attack."

She kissed him. Yes I will marry you now and yes I do want to have Willow. If forget her she would never forgive me." Buffy smiled in love and kissed him.
 
 

Later while they were walking out of the castle heading for the car to go get their things from the hotel when the cell phone rang. Angel answered it to find Giles voice on the other end. "This is Giles. We have a crisis. Need you back in Sunnydale immediately."

Angel swore under his breath and replied "On our way." And hung up she looked at him in curious wonder. He turned to Buffy, "Looks like our wedding just got cancelled. Giles has a crisis. It had better be a good one." He snarled.

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