"Where's Spike?" Buffy asked as she dumped her bag on the couch and looked around the room.
"He's not coming tonight."
She frowned slightly. It was rare that they weren't all together, at least in the same building, if not in the same bed. "Oh. Okay."
"Do you prefer him to me?"
The question startled her, and she turned to gape at Angel, who stood by the hearth, one shoulder leaning against the mantel, his appearance casual, but she could see the tension in his turbulent eyes.
"Why would you even ask that?"
"Because you fuck him without me all the time."
Color flooded her cheeks as she gasped out, " I do not. I..."
"Halloween, that stupid bet, the night of the Mayor's tree lighting, last Thursday while I was baking cookies," he ticked off on one hand.
"It's not like we plan it, well, except for the bet. He just catches me out there and one thing leads to another, and you could do the same thing."
"I'm the responsible one, remember?" he snarled.
She snapped back, "You're the tight-assed one."
Angel's face went hard, his eyes cold. "Do you love me?" he asked tightly.
"Of course I do."
"Him?"
"I...don't know," she admitted, her eyes dropping. "What are you doing, Angel? Why now? Are you tired of sharing me? It wasn't my idea, remember?"
"I'm tired of sharing you all the time. I just..." Pushing off the mantel he stalked to her and took her arms, forcing her to look up at him. "I love you. I enjoy what we have as a threesome, but you're my priority, my love. Sometimes I just don't want to share."
"Well, that's tough, isn't it." Buffy pulled back from him, shaking off his hands. "Because we do share. We're not a pair."
"Tonight we are," Angel snapped through bared teeth.
"No, I don't think so. I'm going home." As Buffy turned to grab her bag, one arm lashed around her throat and the other around her waist, lifting her off her feet. As she struggled, gasping for air, he slowly throttled her.
*****
Buffy woke slowly, her throat dry and aching, her body cold. She shivered and opened her eyes. As she faced only darkness she realized a blindfold was over her eyes, the elastic bands digging slightly into her temples. She tried to move and felt the chains around her wrists and ankles before she heard them clink. She was on her feet, cold stone against her back.
The basement and the manacles on the wall, and she was nude.
"Angel!"
Something brushed across one of her breasts and she gasped as her nipple tightened, sending a bolt of desire to her womb.
"Angel, this isn't funny."
The pleasure changed to pain as a lash snapped across her breast, making her moan and shake..
"You strangled me!"
The lash hit her other breast and tears dampened the blindfold as she tried to hunch over herself. The manacles pinned her tightly to the wall, her wrists and ankles pulled apart, forming an X, making her open and vulnerable. As she tried to twist, pulling on the chains, the lash teased her nipples again, from one to the other, and the pleasure returned.
"Are you going to say anything?" she asked, her voice shaky as wet heat pooled between her legs and sweat broke out on her, heating her cool skin. The lash slid down her stomach to dangle between her legs. "No, please," she whispered, then yelled as he hit her mound three times in quick succession. "Damn you!" Her voice rose on a squeak as the hasp of the lash rubbed along her wet cleft, teasing her clit, making it swell and ache. When the hasp thrust inside her, she moaned and shuddered.
"Keep it inside you," Angel growled, sending a different kind of tremor through her.
"Angel, please. You don't need to do this."
His voice turned to a purr. "I want to do this."
A hand captured one of her breasts, the palm rotating over her nipple, hardening it even more, then a weighted clip dug was carefully fastened to it. As Buffy gasped and moaned he did the same thing to her other breast. A chain slid down her stomach to dangle between her legs and she groaned as he attached another weight, then whimpered in pain as the hood of her clit was clipped.
"It hurts."
"Shhh," he whispered in her ear. "I have a use for that mouth. If you make me gag you, I'll have to punish you."
"You already are," she whined, wriggling on the wall and making the chains rattle again.
Angel snorted. "I've hardly touched you." His fingers slapped across her breast, making the chain and weight jiggle, sending pain to her clit. She gasped and he repeated the slap to her other breast.
"Angel, please," Buffy begged.
"Be still, be quiet. I'm going to sketch you." This time the hand was gentle, brushing away a tear that had leaked from beneath the blindfold. "You are so beautiful."
Buffy heard him move away from her and the rustle of paper. Knowing he was drawing her, naked and chained, body trembling with pain and the pleasure that more and more accompanied any blows and bruises, made her squirm, which sent the hasp of the whip shifting and rubbing against all her sensitive spots. As she stood there desire blossomed and all anger and confusion and desire to whine fled.
This was the life she'd chosen for herself and while she still wasn't quite sure why Angel was pissed, she knew her role in all this was to let him do what he wanted to her and to trust that he'd give her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the release of the manacles from around her ankles and then her wrists. Buffy brought her hands down and rubbed at the welts on her tender skin. She didn't try to remove the blindfold or the alligator clips.
"Knees."
Obediently she dropped, wincing as her knees hit the rug covered stone floor and the jolt pushed the hasp of the whip deeper. She heard his zipper go down, then felt the tip of his cock bat her chin and lips. Opening her mouth, she sighed as he slid inside. His hands smoothed over her head, cupped her cheeks, not holding her. He didn't need to. She eagerly sucked, bobbing her head, lavishing him with the heat and wetness of her mouth and tongue.
"Buffy," Angel groaned, bucking his hips slightly, watching her take him to the edge of her throat. "So good."
Her hands moved of their own volition from her thighs to his ass, kneading it and guiding his cock into her as she suckled and licked, purring around his shaft and feeling him pulse in response. When Angel pulled free of her, she mewled and licked her lips, her own body shivering with need.
"Hands and knees," he grunted hoarsely
She barely had time to obey before he was behind her and the whip was pulled roughly from her. His big hands gripped her hips and before she could whimper at the sudden emptiness between her legs, his cock thrust deep into her. He pounded into her, pelvis slapping her bottom, base of his cock brushing the weight and clip and her clit, making her whimper and buck. Her breasts hung down, pulled by the weights, the stinging pain in her nipples mingling with the white hot pleasure between her legs. She clamped around his cock, felt him shudder in response, and slammed her hips back, driving him to the edge of her womb.
With a hard tug the clip was pulled from her clit and long, firm fingers found her, rubbing her with just enough pressure to make her cry out and nearly fall. The other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her up as her head thrashed and her nipples throbbed. When her orgasm hit, she nearly screamed, the tremors driving her wild.
His own orgasm came with a grunt and a shudder, pouring into her as he draped over her, humping hard. His heavy body pushed hers down, forcing her onto her breasts and making her gasp, then he turned onto his side, rolling her with him, still joined.
Buffy relaxed back against him, slowly bringing her breathing under control. She winced when he plucked the clips from her nipples, then moaned as he gently massaged the blood back into them.
"I love you," he whispered, then kissed her beneath her ear.
The blindfold was removed and she blinked into the light. "I love you too, Angel, but what was this all about?"
There was a long silence, then a grunted, "Jealousy."
"There's no need. I love you. I'd be happy to go out with you, do stuff one-on-one, not just this stuff. How about Christmas shopping?" As she asked the question she looked over her shoulder in time to snicker at the look of near-horror on his face. "The mall is only semi-packed at night." She laughed at his shudder, then moaned as it shifted his cock inside her.
"Maybe later," he murmured, beginning to thrust again, his fingers playing with her overly sensitive nipples. "After I fuck you for a few more hours."
"The mall will be closed by then."
"...Bonus."
At the Spikeism, Buffy laughed and wriggled her hips back against him, then turned her head to meet his lips.
End