Hostage, part 9
I'm kinda nervous about this chapter, which is why I've been putting off posting it. haha. this is the one I said required a chapter-specific warning.
this chapter contains bloodplay. no no, not *that* kind of bloodplay, the other kind.
*waits patiently for anyone that doesn't get it to catch up*
it's an old old kink of mine, that I mostly keep deeply buried and have anxiety about brining out into the light. haha. er, I should say it's a kink with vampires. not humans, cuz...ew.
if it squicks you or if this chapter otherwise isn't your cup o tea, never fear because this is a one-time deal. at least, us reading about it is a one-time deal...I'm sure Angelus will be doing it repeatedly. monthly, one might imagine. I kind of look at it as food kink. it's like whip cream only...vampier.
banner by the fantastic and talented vamptastica
Title: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (thatotherperv formerly btvslover82)
Pairing: Angelus/Dawn/evil!Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Angelus and Spike come to Sunnydale to kill the slayer, they find more interesting prey.
Warnings: um, lots. not all of which I'm willing to specify. for starters, these guys are evil and soulless, and will behave as such the whole way through. even after they're soft on Dawn, they do some pretty unconscionable things to her. elements of non-con. Daddykink. and Dawn is 17, so where I live that's legal but *shrugs*. very politically incorrect in places, but if it comforts you, it's more of a demon/human thing than a male/female thing ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, but ain't they pretty?
A/N: how is this fic AU? Angelus never got a soul, so the boys were never separated. Darla and Dru wandered off at some point, possibly in 1894 when the Immortal was such a hot stud ;) Dawn is only 3 years younger than Buffy, so she's 17 in this fic.
previous parts are here
Previously:
“You stay away from her.”
He gave her a toothy smile. “Relax. I’m sure you’d never let me get anywhere near her. Right?”
There was a shadow of muffled self-doubt before she turned and left for good.
Angelus was whistling as he walked away.
Speaking of Buffy’s sister…he was in the mood to celebrate. It was about time he broke Dawn in, wasn’t it? About damn time.
Part 9
When Angelus got home that night, he was in an awfully good mood. Dawn asked why he was smiling, but he just winked and said, “Honey, I had a really good day at the office.”
Dawn laughed and settled into his lap without being asked. He always did anyway, and her day had been long. She’d finished all the interesting books in here a week ago.
Angelus’ big hand splayed over her hip, pulling her closer as he read with an absent-minded squeeze. Dawn tried not to squirm.
She watched him read, head resting against his shoulder. His face had grown on her in the last month. She used to find him cold and intimidating, hands large and capable of causing pain. He seemed like he wouldn’t hesitate to do so. There was something less human about him than Spike…not that Spike was all that great. The human part of him was kind of a dickwad, as it turned out. Maybe it was better that Angelus was the way he was. At least with him, Dawn knew where she stood as long as she behaved herself. No scary mood swings. Spike was too unpredictable. She just hadn’t realized how dangerous that really was until she’d already let him in.
All told, Angelus had been pretty good to her since that second day. They joked around. His hands were big, but they were always careful with her, precise in the way that he used them, and his voice was always quiet.
When Angelus took up his regular petting rhythm, Dawn relaxed into the stroke of his hand. His fingers carded gently through her hair in a way that gave her tingles, and the weight of his palm was reassuring as it stroked down her back, always stopping when it reached her waist to start again from the top. Sometimes his hand took little side-trips…doodling absent-mindedly against her arm, cupping her face against his shoulder to encourage her to relax. Thumb stroking her cheek like she was…somebody. The affection gave her a pleasant ache-one that she tried not to feel guilty about. It was just simple touching.
To him, it probably meant nothing. But sometimes, she could pretend.
She was beginning to drift sleepily when Angelus’ hand smoothed down to linger on her ass. When the seconds ticked by and he didn’t remove it, Dawn tensed a little, uncertain. It wasn’t as though Angelus had never laid a hand on her butt or hips…he was always touching her, as if there was no part of her body off-limits to him. But he had never touched her like this. Fingers squeezing, rubbing. His caresses had always been sexless, casual. Matter-of-fact and familial…particularly the ones in sensitive places.
This was distinctly different, and it made her body tingle in a way that it hadn’t done since Spike. Angelus’ fingers were stroking over her cheek through the thin material of her skirt. Dawn’s heart was pounding. When she looked up at him, he appeared absorbed in his book.
It occurred to her that he was breathing, although she wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t a regular, human rhythm. He took slow, deep breaths, with long rests in between.
Dawn had found, over the last few weeks, that it was better to play along when Angelus had a game in mind. Safer.
She tried to relax, but just as she finally succeeded, his hand slipped lower and her breath stuck. He was almost touching her there, fingers sweeping back and forth as if he was brushing the material over her crotch on accident. It made Dawn’s body throb in a way that embarrassed her, given the circumstances.
She was grateful the last lady of the house had kept a supply of pantyliners under the sink. Asking Angelus to go shopping for her was not something she wanted to contemplate.
Dawn held back the sound pushing at her lungs when long fingers flipped her skirt up enough to sneak beneath, rubbing lightly along the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her inner inner thigh. Oh god. She should really stop him. But he hadn’t given any acknowledgement of what he was doing to her, and Dawn couldn’t…she didn’t want to ask him to stop. Not out of the blue. It would be mortifying when he toyed with her, and she would have to tell him.
She was aching and wet and struggling to breathe when Angelus finally stopped teasing around and touched her. His fingers snaked slowly through the leg of her panties, two fingers easing inside of her body, and when he began to thrust them, Dawn bit her lip, face heating along with everything else.
The pretense of the book was abandoned. She only blushed harder when he narrowed his eyes on her face, gaze flicking away a moment later to watch as his other hand slid into her underwear to rub her clit from the front. His palm was still cradling her ass, and he used it to haul her body up so that she was sprawled sideways across his lap. When he leaned in to nip at her throat, Dawn shuddered in fear. Or lust. Angelus didn’t bite, and when he pulled away, he waited until she opened her eyes before drawing his fingers from inside her and bringing them to his mouth to suck.
They were red with her blood, and it should have been completely disgusting when his tongue curled around them and he sucked them between his lips. But then his eyes rolled back at the taste of her-just a subtle but unschooled flutter-and he moaned. She could feel the noise vibrate through him and into her, and her breath hitched at the unexpected hotness.
When he opened his eyes, they were human but just barely, and his pupils were large, nearly eclipsing the brown. He inhaled again, and this time she realized he was scenting her.
She felt a clutch of fear at the look on his face, but when she opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out.
Angelus hefted her up and carried her to the bed so suddenly that Dawn was still disoriented as he pulled off her panties. When he pushed her skirt up and kissed the inside of her thigh, she came to her senses. This whole thing was mortifying. Sitting up quickly, she scooted back, trying to cover herself, blushing bright red.
Not that she never wanted a guy to do that ever, but right now…no. No way.
Angelus looked less than pleased.
One yank with a firm grip on her thighs and she was flat on her back again, one big hand on her sternum pinning her to the mattress. Angelus was hovering between her legs, eyes dark and predatory and one glimmer away from turning yellow. She’d never seen him this way before, and it was scaring her.
His tone was full of restrained irritation. “Be a good girl, or Daddy will have to spank you.”
Dawn’s heart pounded double, and it was so very wrong that it was as much out of lust as fear. Wrong on so many levels.
Not that Angelus noticed. When his tongue plunged into her, he closed his eyes and moaned, and she felt the vibration in her pelvis. It felt so good, and his fingers were on her clit. She panted, hands clutching at the bedspread because she was afraid to clutch at him. He ate her out-god, literally-with greedy fervor, growling now, and Dawn was burning up. She was still fully clothed.
His restraining hand moved away. It was unnecessary now because her squirming had nothing to do with escape, and when it slipped under her shirt and up her belly to her breast, the relative coolness of his hand was more than welcome. Angelus pinched her nipple, sucking on her clit, and Dawn was so preoccupied with grinding against his face that she squeaked when he suddenly shifted up, pushing himself to sit on his knees-pulling her hips with him.
His hands supported her ass so that her body was sharply angled. All the blood was rushing to her head, and Angelus just knelt there, confident, completely in control, eyes fixed on her face over the planes of her body as his mouth drove her on, hands kneading her cheeks. She was hyperventilating, and when the orgasm hit her, it was huge and scary. It blinded her, and she screamed, and he didn’t let up because he was an evil, greedy bastard.
When he finally subsided and eased her back onto the bed, Dawn was numb and exhausted and half-unconscious. Pretty sure she would never move again, and also pretty sure that when she got her brain back, she’d be mortified that she had shouted his name when she came, as if they were lovers. Even more mortified at the smack of approval he had given her ass when she did, and the way she’d liked it.
But right now she was too satisfied to muster any embarrassment, filled with an overwhelming sense of well-being that she knew was false. It felt real. She wondered if this was what dying felt like. The light in the tunnel…knowing that something was gravely wrong, but feeling just fine. More than fine.
A gentle hand stroked Dawn’s cheek, brushed back her hair. Petted her in a fond way that was intended to rouse-the way you stroked a favored cat who had fallen asleep on your lap, when you were ready to stand up.
Dawn made a little noise in her throat.
“Wake up, princess. Look at me.”
The voice was gentle, but something firm underlying the tone made Dawn stir. When her eyes swept open, the first thing she encountered was a hard, pale cock, laying rigidly against an equally hard and pale belly.
Her heart jumped into her throat.
The large gentle hand stroked her again fondly, and Dawn’s eyes continued up to Angelus’ face. It was soft and heavy-lidded.
“Come on, Dawnie…you know what I want.” Muzzy-headed, she stared at him, eyes flickering nervously back to his cock. “Haven’t I been good to you? Be a good girl.”
His hand nudged her head forward a little insistently, stopping short of forcing her to do anything. Her eyes wandered back up to his face. He looked calm, reclining against the headboard. Expectant, but not angry. Something about his level of control reassured Dawn, because she understood the rules. Angelus was predictable.
All you had to do was follow his every whim, and he was a big fluffy housecat. The coherent part of her snorted at how delusional she was.
Dawn let her tongue dart forward to lick his cock.
Angelus exhaled a little moan, a small triumphant smile lifting the corners of his lips. His fingers flexed on her head, but he didn’t push. She licked him again. This wasn’t so bad, and he wasn’t really making her. Well, not forcibly.
She started to lick him some more, broad, long strokes of her tongue, and his hand left her head to wander down her back, groping at her ass, which made Dawn throb a little in places that had just been returning to normal.
Angelus was moaning, looking so lustful that Dawn felt a surge of pride. “Fuck, Dawnie, that’s good. Pretty little mouth. Put it around the head. Suck me.” His fingers skirted the edge of her pussy, squeezing a handful of flesh again when Dawn did as he asked, putting her lips over the top of his cock and sucking a little, strange textures and tastes on her tongue.
“God. Pretty little slut.”
Offense rose in Dawn, then yawned and quieted, soothed by the hand stroking her face and eyes burning into her. He made it like high praise, love-words. Dawn’s neck was hot and her hair kept falling forward over her shoulders, and it made perfect sense when Angelus gathered it up in one hand on top of her head, holding it out of the way.
“Don’t move,” he rumbled, and he was breathing, big chest moving as he studied her. Spike used to pant sometimes when they messed around in his car, but she’d never seen Angelus this way.
He started to rock forward into her mouth, keeping a grip on her hair. He didn’t push very deep, and his hands were touching her lightly-one holding her head still, the other reminding her jaw to stay slack.
“God yeah…so good for Daddy, aren’t you?”
She couldn’t look away from those dark eyes. It was like being hypnotized, and even when his face changed and she felt a tremor of fear, his hands didn’t get rougher.
But his eyes narrowed on her, zeroing in on the vulnerable emotion, and his shallow movements sped. His flavor grew stronger, and his hand in her hair tightened when his other slipped down to massage his sac, and then with a few jerks of his hips, he spurted at the back of her throat. When she coughed around his cock, he didn’t do the gentlemanly thing and let go…held her head in place for one long moment as he came, and then released her so she could come up choking.
Her mouth felt coated and sticky, but…Dawn bent again to close her lips around his softening cock and suck, and Angelus jolted as if she’d shocked his skin, shuddering sensitively one last time before pulling her off, forcing her mouth away.
He hauled her easily on top of him. He looked lazy and powerful, stroking her body and arranging it on top of his. Dawn’s heart was still racing.
“You did very well,” he praised, brushing her hair back over her shoulder, and Dawn felt her hackles rise at how it sounded, like she had passed some kind of test and met his approval. But it felt good, too. Before she could decide whether or not to get angry, he kissed her for the first time. Kissed her firm and slow like he cared for her. Like he owned her. The first was a lie, but the second…. His thumbs toyed with the shock collar that hadn’t been used in so long, and Dawn shuddered at the reminder.
He pulled back, looking supremely satisfied with himself, and nudged her head down onto his chest.
“Sleep now.”
Dawn was tired and confused, but her body felt so good. Buzzing with goodness. She knew she wouldn’t feel this way in the morning, but right then, she felt content and strangely, safe.
~*~*~*~
the confusion doesn't really stop here, poor Dawn
A/N: does this mean Dawn is going to turn into an obedient little housecat for Angelus? *snorts* not likely. but you know...he is pretty good with the emotional manipulation ;)
oh, and I know people keep wondering about Spike. we'll be seeing him shortly.
this chapter contains bloodplay. no no, not *that* kind of bloodplay, the other kind.
*waits patiently for anyone that doesn't get it to catch up*
it's an old old kink of mine, that I mostly keep deeply buried and have anxiety about brining out into the light. haha. er, I should say it's a kink with vampires. not humans, cuz...ew.
if it squicks you or if this chapter otherwise isn't your cup o tea, never fear because this is a one-time deal. at least, us reading about it is a one-time deal...I'm sure Angelus will be doing it repeatedly. monthly, one might imagine. I kind of look at it as food kink. it's like whip cream only...vampier.
banner by the fantastic and talented vamptastica
Title: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (thatotherperv formerly btvslover82)
Pairing: Angelus/Dawn/evil!Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Angelus and Spike come to Sunnydale to kill the slayer, they find more interesting prey.
Warnings: um, lots. not all of which I'm willing to specify. for starters, these guys are evil and soulless, and will behave as such the whole way through. even after they're soft on Dawn, they do some pretty unconscionable things to her. elements of non-con. Daddykink. and Dawn is 17, so where I live that's legal but *shrugs*. very politically incorrect in places, but if it comforts you, it's more of a demon/human thing than a male/female thing ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, but ain't they pretty?
A/N: how is this fic AU? Angelus never got a soul, so the boys were never separated. Darla and Dru wandered off at some point, possibly in 1894 when the Immortal was such a hot stud ;) Dawn is only 3 years younger than Buffy, so she's 17 in this fic.
previous parts are here
Previously:
“You stay away from her.”
He gave her a toothy smile. “Relax. I’m sure you’d never let me get anywhere near her. Right?”
There was a shadow of muffled self-doubt before she turned and left for good.
Angelus was whistling as he walked away.
Speaking of Buffy’s sister…he was in the mood to celebrate. It was about time he broke Dawn in, wasn’t it? About damn time.
Part 9
When Angelus got home that night, he was in an awfully good mood. Dawn asked why he was smiling, but he just winked and said, “Honey, I had a really good day at the office.”
Dawn laughed and settled into his lap without being asked. He always did anyway, and her day had been long. She’d finished all the interesting books in here a week ago.
Angelus’ big hand splayed over her hip, pulling her closer as he read with an absent-minded squeeze. Dawn tried not to squirm.
She watched him read, head resting against his shoulder. His face had grown on her in the last month. She used to find him cold and intimidating, hands large and capable of causing pain. He seemed like he wouldn’t hesitate to do so. There was something less human about him than Spike…not that Spike was all that great. The human part of him was kind of a dickwad, as it turned out. Maybe it was better that Angelus was the way he was. At least with him, Dawn knew where she stood as long as she behaved herself. No scary mood swings. Spike was too unpredictable. She just hadn’t realized how dangerous that really was until she’d already let him in.
All told, Angelus had been pretty good to her since that second day. They joked around. His hands were big, but they were always careful with her, precise in the way that he used them, and his voice was always quiet.
When Angelus took up his regular petting rhythm, Dawn relaxed into the stroke of his hand. His fingers carded gently through her hair in a way that gave her tingles, and the weight of his palm was reassuring as it stroked down her back, always stopping when it reached her waist to start again from the top. Sometimes his hand took little side-trips…doodling absent-mindedly against her arm, cupping her face against his shoulder to encourage her to relax. Thumb stroking her cheek like she was…somebody. The affection gave her a pleasant ache-one that she tried not to feel guilty about. It was just simple touching.
To him, it probably meant nothing. But sometimes, she could pretend.
She was beginning to drift sleepily when Angelus’ hand smoothed down to linger on her ass. When the seconds ticked by and he didn’t remove it, Dawn tensed a little, uncertain. It wasn’t as though Angelus had never laid a hand on her butt or hips…he was always touching her, as if there was no part of her body off-limits to him. But he had never touched her like this. Fingers squeezing, rubbing. His caresses had always been sexless, casual. Matter-of-fact and familial…particularly the ones in sensitive places.
This was distinctly different, and it made her body tingle in a way that it hadn’t done since Spike. Angelus’ fingers were stroking over her cheek through the thin material of her skirt. Dawn’s heart was pounding. When she looked up at him, he appeared absorbed in his book.
It occurred to her that he was breathing, although she wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t a regular, human rhythm. He took slow, deep breaths, with long rests in between.
Dawn had found, over the last few weeks, that it was better to play along when Angelus had a game in mind. Safer.
She tried to relax, but just as she finally succeeded, his hand slipped lower and her breath stuck. He was almost touching her there, fingers sweeping back and forth as if he was brushing the material over her crotch on accident. It made Dawn’s body throb in a way that embarrassed her, given the circumstances.
She was grateful the last lady of the house had kept a supply of pantyliners under the sink. Asking Angelus to go shopping for her was not something she wanted to contemplate.
Dawn held back the sound pushing at her lungs when long fingers flipped her skirt up enough to sneak beneath, rubbing lightly along the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her inner inner thigh. Oh god. She should really stop him. But he hadn’t given any acknowledgement of what he was doing to her, and Dawn couldn’t…she didn’t want to ask him to stop. Not out of the blue. It would be mortifying when he toyed with her, and she would have to tell him.
She was aching and wet and struggling to breathe when Angelus finally stopped teasing around and touched her. His fingers snaked slowly through the leg of her panties, two fingers easing inside of her body, and when he began to thrust them, Dawn bit her lip, face heating along with everything else.
The pretense of the book was abandoned. She only blushed harder when he narrowed his eyes on her face, gaze flicking away a moment later to watch as his other hand slid into her underwear to rub her clit from the front. His palm was still cradling her ass, and he used it to haul her body up so that she was sprawled sideways across his lap. When he leaned in to nip at her throat, Dawn shuddered in fear. Or lust. Angelus didn’t bite, and when he pulled away, he waited until she opened her eyes before drawing his fingers from inside her and bringing them to his mouth to suck.
They were red with her blood, and it should have been completely disgusting when his tongue curled around them and he sucked them between his lips. But then his eyes rolled back at the taste of her-just a subtle but unschooled flutter-and he moaned. She could feel the noise vibrate through him and into her, and her breath hitched at the unexpected hotness.
When he opened his eyes, they were human but just barely, and his pupils were large, nearly eclipsing the brown. He inhaled again, and this time she realized he was scenting her.
She felt a clutch of fear at the look on his face, but when she opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out.
Angelus hefted her up and carried her to the bed so suddenly that Dawn was still disoriented as he pulled off her panties. When he pushed her skirt up and kissed the inside of her thigh, she came to her senses. This whole thing was mortifying. Sitting up quickly, she scooted back, trying to cover herself, blushing bright red.
Not that she never wanted a guy to do that ever, but right now…no. No way.
Angelus looked less than pleased.
One yank with a firm grip on her thighs and she was flat on her back again, one big hand on her sternum pinning her to the mattress. Angelus was hovering between her legs, eyes dark and predatory and one glimmer away from turning yellow. She’d never seen him this way before, and it was scaring her.
His tone was full of restrained irritation. “Be a good girl, or Daddy will have to spank you.”
Dawn’s heart pounded double, and it was so very wrong that it was as much out of lust as fear. Wrong on so many levels.
Not that Angelus noticed. When his tongue plunged into her, he closed his eyes and moaned, and she felt the vibration in her pelvis. It felt so good, and his fingers were on her clit. She panted, hands clutching at the bedspread because she was afraid to clutch at him. He ate her out-god, literally-with greedy fervor, growling now, and Dawn was burning up. She was still fully clothed.
His restraining hand moved away. It was unnecessary now because her squirming had nothing to do with escape, and when it slipped under her shirt and up her belly to her breast, the relative coolness of his hand was more than welcome. Angelus pinched her nipple, sucking on her clit, and Dawn was so preoccupied with grinding against his face that she squeaked when he suddenly shifted up, pushing himself to sit on his knees-pulling her hips with him.
His hands supported her ass so that her body was sharply angled. All the blood was rushing to her head, and Angelus just knelt there, confident, completely in control, eyes fixed on her face over the planes of her body as his mouth drove her on, hands kneading her cheeks. She was hyperventilating, and when the orgasm hit her, it was huge and scary. It blinded her, and she screamed, and he didn’t let up because he was an evil, greedy bastard.
When he finally subsided and eased her back onto the bed, Dawn was numb and exhausted and half-unconscious. Pretty sure she would never move again, and also pretty sure that when she got her brain back, she’d be mortified that she had shouted his name when she came, as if they were lovers. Even more mortified at the smack of approval he had given her ass when she did, and the way she’d liked it.
But right now she was too satisfied to muster any embarrassment, filled with an overwhelming sense of well-being that she knew was false. It felt real. She wondered if this was what dying felt like. The light in the tunnel…knowing that something was gravely wrong, but feeling just fine. More than fine.
A gentle hand stroked Dawn’s cheek, brushed back her hair. Petted her in a fond way that was intended to rouse-the way you stroked a favored cat who had fallen asleep on your lap, when you were ready to stand up.
Dawn made a little noise in her throat.
“Wake up, princess. Look at me.”
The voice was gentle, but something firm underlying the tone made Dawn stir. When her eyes swept open, the first thing she encountered was a hard, pale cock, laying rigidly against an equally hard and pale belly.
Her heart jumped into her throat.
The large gentle hand stroked her again fondly, and Dawn’s eyes continued up to Angelus’ face. It was soft and heavy-lidded.
“Come on, Dawnie…you know what I want.” Muzzy-headed, she stared at him, eyes flickering nervously back to his cock. “Haven’t I been good to you? Be a good girl.”
His hand nudged her head forward a little insistently, stopping short of forcing her to do anything. Her eyes wandered back up to his face. He looked calm, reclining against the headboard. Expectant, but not angry. Something about his level of control reassured Dawn, because she understood the rules. Angelus was predictable.
All you had to do was follow his every whim, and he was a big fluffy housecat. The coherent part of her snorted at how delusional she was.
Dawn let her tongue dart forward to lick his cock.
Angelus exhaled a little moan, a small triumphant smile lifting the corners of his lips. His fingers flexed on her head, but he didn’t push. She licked him again. This wasn’t so bad, and he wasn’t really making her. Well, not forcibly.
She started to lick him some more, broad, long strokes of her tongue, and his hand left her head to wander down her back, groping at her ass, which made Dawn throb a little in places that had just been returning to normal.
Angelus was moaning, looking so lustful that Dawn felt a surge of pride. “Fuck, Dawnie, that’s good. Pretty little mouth. Put it around the head. Suck me.” His fingers skirted the edge of her pussy, squeezing a handful of flesh again when Dawn did as he asked, putting her lips over the top of his cock and sucking a little, strange textures and tastes on her tongue.
“God. Pretty little slut.”
Offense rose in Dawn, then yawned and quieted, soothed by the hand stroking her face and eyes burning into her. He made it like high praise, love-words. Dawn’s neck was hot and her hair kept falling forward over her shoulders, and it made perfect sense when Angelus gathered it up in one hand on top of her head, holding it out of the way.
“Don’t move,” he rumbled, and he was breathing, big chest moving as he studied her. Spike used to pant sometimes when they messed around in his car, but she’d never seen Angelus this way.
He started to rock forward into her mouth, keeping a grip on her hair. He didn’t push very deep, and his hands were touching her lightly-one holding her head still, the other reminding her jaw to stay slack.
“God yeah…so good for Daddy, aren’t you?”
She couldn’t look away from those dark eyes. It was like being hypnotized, and even when his face changed and she felt a tremor of fear, his hands didn’t get rougher.
But his eyes narrowed on her, zeroing in on the vulnerable emotion, and his shallow movements sped. His flavor grew stronger, and his hand in her hair tightened when his other slipped down to massage his sac, and then with a few jerks of his hips, he spurted at the back of her throat. When she coughed around his cock, he didn’t do the gentlemanly thing and let go…held her head in place for one long moment as he came, and then released her so she could come up choking.
Her mouth felt coated and sticky, but…Dawn bent again to close her lips around his softening cock and suck, and Angelus jolted as if she’d shocked his skin, shuddering sensitively one last time before pulling her off, forcing her mouth away.
He hauled her easily on top of him. He looked lazy and powerful, stroking her body and arranging it on top of his. Dawn’s heart was still racing.
“You did very well,” he praised, brushing her hair back over her shoulder, and Dawn felt her hackles rise at how it sounded, like she had passed some kind of test and met his approval. But it felt good, too. Before she could decide whether or not to get angry, he kissed her for the first time. Kissed her firm and slow like he cared for her. Like he owned her. The first was a lie, but the second…. His thumbs toyed with the shock collar that hadn’t been used in so long, and Dawn shuddered at the reminder.
He pulled back, looking supremely satisfied with himself, and nudged her head down onto his chest.
“Sleep now.”
Dawn was tired and confused, but her body felt so good. Buzzing with goodness. She knew she wouldn’t feel this way in the morning, but right then, she felt content and strangely, safe.
~*~*~*~
the confusion doesn't really stop here, poor Dawn
A/N: does this mean Dawn is going to turn into an obedient little housecat for Angelus? *snorts* not likely. but you know...he is pretty good with the emotional manipulation ;)
oh, and I know people keep wondering about Spike. we'll be seeing him shortly.