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Dark Pleasures
Part 3
by Tami
It was five a.m. when Angel finally gave into drowsiness. His skin tingled with the coming sunrise. Glancing at the small window in his basement apartment, he saw the gray dawn struggle to peek through the dirty pane. He readied for a day of rest, changing from his dark jeans to sweats.
He had just climbed into bed with a book to read when he heard a soft tap on his door. It seemed rather odd that Buffy would make an appearance this early on a school night. But then, as she pointed out: what did they really know about each other? Setting the book aside and throwing the blanket to the end of the bed, he padded over to the door and opened it.
He looked at her in surprise as she peeked up at him through her lashes. When she didn’t respond, he stepped aside and allowed her to enter. She stepped past him in regal fashion. One hundred and thirty-eight years and she had never forgotten her proper upbringing. She moved with the grace of a genteel female of the era in which she was raised. Her demon side only made it that much more dangerous. Where
the genteel were mild mannered, everything Drusilla did, every move; every blink was the definition of passion and predatory grace. It was a deadly combination.
Angel closed the door with a soft snick and shifted uncomfortably. She had her back to him, examining the room with a critical eye. He followed her gaze, trying to see what she saw, wondering if anything had changed since her last unexpected visit.
“Why are you here?” he asked quietly.
“You saw too much. You know secrets that should only be known by few,” she turned slowly to face him, looking up at him through a fringe of long, dark lashes. “You’ve been telling tales out of school. Ran and told little Buffy about the big day, didn’t you?” She clicked her tongue, “Bad daddy.”
“Dru . . .” It came out sounding like an entreaty.
“What is it about the Slayer that makes my Angel’s still heart start to beat again?” She stepped closer to him and placed her cool hand on his bare chest over his silent heart. “I can hear it, like a loud bell in a church steeple ringing the hour.”
Angel placed a hand over hers against his chest. “I can’t tell you that which I don’t know the answer to.”
“’Tis a shame,” she said sadly.
He watched as she gently extracted her hand from his grasp and glided across the room to his bed. Angel stood rooted to the spot by the door and watched her with heated eyes as she slipped off her shoes and slowly raised the hem of her dress over her head, letting it drop in a puddle on the floor.
His intense gaze moved from the fabric at her feet and raked up her shapely legs to her hips, her flat tummy, full breasts and slim neck. His sight lingered on her turning mark before shifting to meet her eyes. Drusilla sat primly on the bed and leaned back against the pillow, drawing her legs up onto the mattress.
“A caged lion, prowling the confines, testing his boundaries,” Drusilla purred. “How can the lion know his restrictions when he’s never had them before? Such borders meant nothing to him. He transcended limitation for he is lord and master over all he sees.”
“That’s what you see me as, Dru, a caged lion that is looking for a way out?” Angel asked as he moved to stand beside the bed, watching her.
“It’s all you’ve known for a century, my Angel; you growl and pace in your soulful cell far too long. Come out and play,” she beckoned.
Angel crawled up on the bed between her bent knees. He sat back on his haunches and straightened her legs out to the ceiling. Then, he leaned forward to tease the soft, tender flesh at the back of her knee with his mouth. After teasing the other knee, he placed her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward over her.
“What if I like being where I am?” he asked, leaving the question open with a double entendre.
“Have you become used to your cage, memorizing its margins and errors?” she countered.
Angel reached down and yanked his pants off his hips. Then, lining himself up to her entrance, he pushed inside causing her to gasp. “There’s little room for error, sweet one,” he groaned.
He swooped down and kissed her hard. Her lips parted to his insistent tongue. After a few frenzied thrusts, he slid her legs off his shoulders and pulled her up with him to sit astride his lap while he moved inside her. He leaned forward again, laying her back on the bed and felt her thighs lock around his waist as he thrust harder and deeper.
Drusilla whimpered at the force with which her Sire took possession of her body. Spike tried to imitate their Sire when he was with her. But, he never could quite hit that exact level. Angel held her hands at the wrists on the pillow beside her head. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy and he used the opportunity to mouth her neck, growling.
Angel moved up from her neck to whisper near her ear, “Has Spike discovered what you’ve been up to
yet? Has he figured out that you’ve been following me, visited me when he’s away? I know he can smell me all over you. Hmm, baby girl? Did the idea that I had you two nights ago make him cum?”
She cried out and bucked against him in a vain attempt to fly over the precipice on which she balanced precariously.
Angel nuzzled along her jaw line, “Answer me, Dru. Did you reap the benefits of Spike’s vicarious voyeurism? Did he shower your tight little pussy knowing my tongue and fingers had been there hours before?”
Drusilla dragged her manicured nails down Angel’s broad back as she wept with the need for release. Angel responded by pounding into her hard and fast, the quick thrusts causing her body to jerk under him. Her nails dug in until they broke skin, though Angel was oblivious to the pain. He was intent on driving her slowly over the edge by tormenting her with pleasure.
“What do you think Spike would do if he knew that you’re under me being fucked into the mattress while he’s out possibly hunting a slayer?”
“He knows!” Drusilla cried out. “He’s not happy in the least, but that doesn’t stop him from getting his end away. Now, please, Daddy . . . Please, before I shatter and break into millions of pieces on the floor!”
“Do you want to cum baby girl? Do you want to sneak back home with my essence dripping out of you and let Spike have you? Knowing that it’ll be my semen he’s using as lubricant? Want that, Dru? Squeeze me, milk my cock for it,” Angel growled.
“Angel!” Drusilla cried as she did just that.
Her inner muscles convulsed around him, causing him to release inside her. He peppered her face with kisses, caressing her soft skin as she came down from her orgasm. After touching her at his leisure for an hour, eliciting two more orgasms manually, Angel got out of bed and helped her redress.
Walking her to the door, he opened it and bestowed a kiss on her lips. “You’d best be going now before Spike starts to worry where you are, Dru.”
“Soon, my pet, we’ll all be together again. The moon said so,” she whispered before she walked out leaving him staring after her, lost in thought.
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