All Tied Up
Author:Mistress Angel sliders4@mailcity.com
Summary:Yet another try at Angel being the agressor
Disclaimer:BtVS? Don't own 'em. Joss, WB, and Mutant Enemy have all the rights.
Rating:Most definetly NC-17
Involving Buffy and Angel. Bondage and several bad words.



All tied up

Buffy entered the Bronze. The lights were low, Cibo Matto was playing a slow to mid tempo acid song on stage. People were dancing slowly with each other. Some close together, some not. She seductively looked around as she started to walk around so she could see what was happening. Her
high, thick heels clicking on the floor. Angel quickly stepped in front of her. "Hi," he said shyly. Buffy glanced at him but remained cool. "Hi," she repeated calmly.

They both stood there not knowing what to say to each other. "Is there danger should I beware?" She asked. "Buffy, what's wrong? What are you scared of? Me? Us?"
 
Buffy nearly laughed in his face. "Could you contemplate getting over yourself? I've moved on...to the living." She sauntered off leaving a confused and upset Angel in her wake. She popped up to the table where Willow and Xander were sitting. Xander immediately stood up when she arrived.
"Hey!" he said cheerily. "What's  wrong with Angel?" Willow asked. "Beats me," Buffy answered. Xander could care less as he turned and smiled down on Buffy.

"Hey Xander, let's dance." She grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him to the dance floor. Xander- shocked for a moment- made no protest as he followed. When they reached the dance floor Cibo Matto had slowed down the club with a sleek rendition of their song "Sugar Water" Buffy began grinding and rubbing herself on Xander. She rolled her hips and pressed her body into his in a very un-Buffy like way. Willow, Cordelia and Angel watched in shock and distaste. The anger on Angel's face became more and more evident as Buffy continued her sexual assault on Xander.

What the hell is she doing? Angel thought. He knew she was having problems. Nightmares and the fear that The Master would come back. He could read it in her eyes when he visited her in her bedroom on her first night back. No matter how nasty or mean she tried to be, her eyes betrayed her. He knew this was a punch in the face of responsibility. She was rebelling against everything and everyone because that was the only control she had left. Alienate her friends, give off an offensive attitude and be downright disagreeable. Angel stared at the sick display, He didn't know what was killing him more. His jealousy toward Xander at that moment, or his anger toward Buffy.

Xander stood almost completely still as he let Buffy do as she will. On one hand he knew she was doing it to get at Angel. She was probably doing it to entice him as well. He wanted to stop it, but he knew he would never feel her in this way again. She leaned in his face. So close he could feel her
breath against his mouth. Her lips were micro inches from his own. All he had to do was lean forward a fraction of an inch and their lips would be touching. But he dared not move. She touched his lip with one slender finger. Her eyes darted over to Angel. He was still rooted to the spot where she left him. She could see that he was looking at her. She loved it. Focusing on Xander again she went back into her act.

"Xander......Did I ever thank you for saving my life?"

"No," Xander answered through a quivering breath. Buffy smiled. She was almost as excited as Xander. She could feel him and knew she was driving her crazy. She glanced back toward Angel. He was gone. Buffy's smile vanished. She quickly scanned the room behind Xander wondering where he was. She saw Willow and Cordelia staring at her. So what? her inner rage screamed. They're not you, they don't know the pressure of being a Slayer.

Just then Buffy was ripped from Xander. The person had a firm grip on her upper arm and whirled her around to face them.

Buffy gasped loudly. Part in fear and shock. "Wha..!?" When she saw who it was her shock turned to anger and excitement. Angel kept his firm hold of her. He was seething. "What the hell are you doing? What are you trying to prove?!" he spit at her.

Buffy tired to shake herself loose but he had a firm hold. Xander started to intervene but he decided to just watch. "I suggest you let me go Angel,"Buffy said slowly.

Angel scoffed. "No, not until you tell me what your problem is." Buffy grabbed him by the neck. "Don't fuck with me tonight, I'm not in the mood." Angel took hold of the wrist that had a hold of him and yanked her hand down."From the looks of it that's exactly what you seem to be in the mood
for." His words dripped with hate. Buffy stepped back. All of her friends eyes were on her. A few other patrons of the Bronze were also watching."Fine, you son of a bitch. I'm gone." She glared at Xander as she stalked past him and grabbed her coat on the way out. She shot Angel another look
over her shoulder as she left the club and headed home.

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As soon as she got home she ripped off her coat and threw it on the floor by the door. She didn't even bother to hang it up. "Mom!!" she yelled. No answer. She headed for the stairs. A knock on her front door stopped her. She turned quickly. "Who the hell is this?" she wondered outloud. She
pulled back the curtain. No one. She yanked open the door. "Alright, it's been a long night so if you want it fast come out now, because if I have tocatch you I'm going to beat the crap out of you." She stood with her hands on her hips staring out in the darkness. Suddenly someone jumped quickly
in front of the door from the right side. He grabbed her and kissed her hard before she even had a chance to get into her fighting stance. He let her goafter he was satisfied enough with the kiss. Buffy staggered back. A little dazed by the moment. "What the hell!" she shouted.

Angel shoved her inside and came in and slammed the door. He looked around her house.

"Don't worry, mom isn't home. So she won't hear your terrified wails when I throw you out of my house," Buffy said.

Angel gave her a smirky look. "What is it Buffy? You not getting enough attention at home? Is that why you're such a Bitch?" Buffy went to slug him but he caught her hand. Bending her arm at the elbow he wrapped it around her back. His other arm went around her waist. Buffy's free arm grabbed his shoulder. She glared at him. "No thanks, I don't wanna dance." She went to kick him but Angel avoided the kick and whirled her around and pushed her up against the wall next to the front door.

"Why fight it Buffy, you want this. You need this."

Buffy's breathing was out of control. She thought any second she would hyperventilate. "Angel, stop." That's all she could manage to get out. The dark, hungry stare that Angel was giving her almost ate her alive. He grinned. He knew he had her.

He slanted his mouth over hers and sealed their lips in a sizzling kiss. Buffy knew they would be bruised later on. She complied , after all, she had no choice. He pushed his tongue in her mouth. Forcing her mouth open. She slipped hers in as well, their tongues danced and dueled. Hot, hungry and mad. The same way Buffy felt now. Angel nipped at her lip and was granted a small whimper from her. Satisfied at bringing the Slayer to her knees he sucked her bottom lip. licking and teasing her. Buffy couldn't do anything else but go along. Her legs felt like jello and if he left she was sure she
would end up on the floor.

He pulled back long enough to study the angry, rebellious beauty that had come back from L.A.

Her hair was messy in a sexy sort of way. Her eyes were passion drugged. Her lips were red, puffy, wet and swollen from his kisses. Her whole body was flushed and her breathing was out of control. His body was alive with wanting her. She wanted someone to notice her at the Bronze? Well, he noticed.

His entire body noticed.

What she needed was a good spanking for her behavior. But he'd get to that later.

Gently he let her arm go. He wondered if she had any energy left to fight with. Evidently she didn't. She ran her hands up and down the silk of his shirt. It was warm with his body heat. She could feel his lean muscles just under that tantalizing material. She was getting more turned on than she had
ever been. Angel let his hands run down her body. He grabbed the him of her dress and slowly dragged it up over her smooth thighs. Buffy sighed as his hands ran over her.

"Do you know how long I've wanted you to do that?" she breathed. Her heart was racing. Angel smiled softly. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do it?" he answered. The dress stopped at her waist. She raised her arms and he removed the garment over her head. He let it drop on the floor, a
couple of feet away from her coat. She stood there in dark brown panties and matching bra. She looked beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking.

She began to unbutton the buttons on his shirt but he stopped her. She searched his eyes for a  reason but couldn't find one. He kneeled back on the floor on one knee. Her sex was inches from his face, guarded only by that scantily piece of material. Buffy suddenly became shy as she watched Angel stare at her.

She put her hands in front of herself, even though that did no good. He moved them out of the way seconds after they were in place. "Don't move," he ordered. "I want to touch you."

"I'm so wet Angel," she whispered. She was sweating so much. She could feel it on her upper lip. Her hair was sticking to her forehead and the back of her neck. Angel disregarded all of this. His mission was to please her. Hard and long. He ran his hands down her legs. Then back up, barely
touching her thighs. Her legs trembled. He kissed her thighs. The tops of both of them. moving over to her hips. Buffy placed her hands in his hair and tried to guide him to where she needed him most. He wouldn't budge. Angel chuckled to himself. He would go slow only because she wanted
fast.

He licked up and down her legs, parting them so he could move to the inside. Her thighs were warm. Soft with a faint smell that was all Buffy. He saw that she was extremely moist at the V of her legs. Where her panties hid her from him. He forgot his own slow rule as he grabbed the waist band
and yankec them down. and off her feet. Casting them aside like her dress he parted her legs even more. "God Buffy," he breathed. Her dark blond curls hid her secret and he desperately wanted to find out what it was. He looked up at her. She was staring down at him. Her chest heaving up and
down. "You're overdressed aren't you?" she asked. Angel laughed. "For now," he answered.

He touched his tongue to her. The shaky gasp he heard made him almost fall over. That's all he wanted. To know that he was pleasing her.

He dug through her curls with is tongue, finding her bundle of nerves. He lickedher once, then twice. She bucked against his mouth. "Oh God!" she panted. He used his thumbs on each hand to open her wide. He licked one slick lip, sucking and tasting. He did the same to the other one. She wasn't
kidding about being wet. She was almost dripping in his mouth. He lapped at her, enjoying every moan and buck she gave. He pushed his tongue inside of her, thrusting in out. "Jesus," Buffy grunted.
 

She could hardly contain herself as she rode his lips. It felt wonderful. Friggin' wonderful. The
tension was building but she tried to hold on as long as possible. Angel continued to eat her like a peach. Her juices running down his mouth like the juicy fruit.

Finally she came. A white light flashed before her eyes as the most intense orgasm ripped through her. She screamed and clung to him as she let each one proceed. She pushed herself on his mouth as she did; wanting that feeling to last forever. Woozy, she slid to the floor. Angel was there to catch
her. He layed her out on the carpet, enjoying the view. She couldn't even open her eyes. She lay there with her arms crossed over her, trying to regain back her senses. She was still completly caught up in the moment of her release. Angel stood and removed his shirt. He then kneeled over next to her..

"Don't move," he ordered firmly. She opened her mouth to say something but he silenced her with two fingers over her mouth. "Save your voice," he said.

Buffy gulped. She knew what that meant. He took her legs and put them over his thighs. He scooted up and took position. Buffy could feel him probing her, she could tell that the tip was wet with his semen already. A fine sheen of sweat lightly decorated his chest. He placed his hands next to
her body and leaned over her. Buffy pushed herself up towards him. A tiny gasp drew from him. She smiled confidently, she loved making him moan.

"Tell me what you want," he said. His voice was stern. Buffy almost linked it with some of the teachers at school. When they wanted an answer and wanted it know, that was the voice they used. Buffy thought she would be rebelliant here like she sometimes was at school.

Grinning she gave her smart remark. "What do you think I want? Are you blind?" She bit her lip to keep from laughing at his surprised eyebrow arch. His eyes laughed even though his lips were in a tight line. "I'm not playing Buffy. If you don't tell me you don't get it." Buffy smiled again. She arched up toward him one more time. He moaned loudly and pulled back. "Stop," he breathed. She didn't. She did it again which caused him to curse softly under his breath. "Buffy, stop or you'll be sorry."

Buffy couldn't help but laugh. "What could you possibly do to me? Have you forgotten whose the Slayer?" Angel could feel his blood boil at her cockiness. Her snappy attitude followed her from the Bronze and he was getting tired of it. He thought he had gotten it out of her, but he guessed there
was still some left. He quickly flipped her legs back over. Grabbing her he scooped her up and flung her over his shoulder. Buffy was actually laughing. "Weeeee!!" she screamed playfully. Angel slapped her bottom twice hard. The two spots turned red and stung painfully. Buffy blinked twice
at the sharp pain. "Hey!" she shouted wanting to rub the spots. "Maybe that will shut you up," Angel said. He had walked into the living room and stood her on her feet. She stood before him only in her bra. She tried to cover herself. "Now what?" she asked. Angel loomed over, and even though
she is the Slayer Angel still caught the quiver in her voice.

"Lay down," he ordered. Buffy turned and headed for the couch. "On the floor," he said. Buffy stilled in her tracks. She turned and looked at him. His eyes were almost black. She had never seen them so dark. "What?" she asked surprised. He said nothing. He knew she heard him and heard him right.
His penetrating gaze the only thing Buffy could focus on. It was almost hypnotic. She wasn't really scared, a little nervous, in an excited sort of way.

Buffy complied. She kept in the back of her mind that this was Angel. He would never, ever do anything to hurt her. Even though his expressions of late said otherwise. Buffy layed still as Angel got back into position with her legs straddling hers. She was laying with her head toward the couch.
Angel admired the view--again. Buffy blushed. She hated and loved the way he was staring at her body. He leaned down and kissed her. Hard and deep. His tongue delved into every silky and smooth crevice in her mouth. He ran it over the inside of her mouth, over her teeth, her gums. Then their tongues met again for some lost dueling. They kissed for long moments. Buffy could tell he missed her terribly. The summer had been hard on everyone, especially him and Buffy.

When they parted they were both panting hard. Buffy reached down and tried to unsnap his pants. He brushed her hands away. He then went to her breasts and started to squeeze them. He leaned down kissed and nipped at the soft flesh that peeked out from the dark brown lace. Buffy frowned. She wanted to touch him, taste him as well. She ran her hands down his well muscled
back. It was heaven under her hands. But there would be time for that later. Right now she was insatiable. She wanted him. Now. She reached for his pants again and managed to get his belt unbuckled. Moving on to his pants button she was stopped again.

"Angel why do you keep stopping me?" she asked in anger and frustration. Angel smirked at her. He took her hands and held them from his body by her wrists. "I don't want you touching me now, understand?" His voice sounded a wee bit playful and Buffy decided to take advantage of it. "Really?
Well I want to touch you. NOW," she said. She ripped one of her hands loose and cupped him hard. She stroked and rubbed knowing he wouldn't be able to resist. Almost caught up in her small expert hands Angel closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a moment. But almost as quickly he snatched her hand and pulled them both over her head. "Angel," she said in a warning tone. Angel met her gaze with one of his deep looks. He held her wrists in one hand and pulled his belt from the loops with the other. The quick zippering snag sound it made echoed in the room. Only cushioned by the heavy, erratic breathing of two very aroused people. Buffy couldn't think fast enough about what he was going to do with the belt. "Angel?" she said again.

Angel quickly ran the belt around the couch leg of the sofa. He caught her hands up with it and tied it securely fastening it a couple of times, making sure she was tied tight. Buffy soon realized she was tied to the couch. She struggled hard, even moved the couch a little. Strong or not she was no
match for moving a sofa. Not in her current position. She couldn't even move her legs. "Angel what the fuck?" she screamed. Gritting her teeth Buffy came alive. Her comical sense of humor faded when the truth of her captivity came to light. "Untie me now," she shot at him. "I don't know about youbut I'm not into these kind of sick games."

Angel chuckled. "It looks like to me you are." He laughed a good hearty laugh at her icy stare. He was having a lot of fun. He leaned down in her face. All kidding aside. "See Buffy, you don't know how to play well with others. I think I speak for all of your friends, including Giles when I say you
deserve a wake up call."

"What the hell are talking about?" she demanded. "You guys have no idea of the pressures I face. I don't owe any explanations to any of you!" Buffy fumed as she pulled on the belt again. No use, it was tied right.

"Oh I think you do, Your friends have put themselves on the line for you plenty of times. You don't deserve friends like those with your attitude," Angel answered. Buffy said nothing. She tried to slow her heart rate down to 200 beats per minute instead of the 450 it was going at the current time.
Angel ran his hands down her body. Her flesh covered in goosebumps turned him on even more. There was nothing for her to do but take what he dished out. He smiled. If this was the only way to get her to calm down so be it.

He lowered himself down her body. Kissing down as he did. He stopped at her belly. Taking his time to tease her stomach and send goosebumps overthe already present goosebumps. When he did ease himself down lower Buffy wished he had stayed at her stomach. She didn't know if she would be able to take where he was headed. He found the triangle of dark blond hair, which was moist already. He parted her thighs which caused a whimper from his hostage at the moment. Buffy pulled again on her restraints."Angel...please..let me..g-go." Her voice was small and fragile. She cursed her
own self for begging him--for anything! Let alone untying her. How could she let herself get in this situation? Her own voice had betrayed her, trembling and stuttering.

Angel lifted his head up. "Shh, don't beg me now. You'll beg me later. Believe me." He resumed his position and placed a single kiss against her. "Oh God!" She let escape. Her body could do nothing but react. Her pelvis raised up, silently begging him to do more. Damn him! She thought. She
promised herself to get the last laugh. Somehow.

He slowly started a painstaking lick from the bottom of her all the way to the top and the tip of her opening. He flattened his tongue and dragged it over her. Buffy grunted and whimpered. She closed her eyes tight and tried to keep from screaming her pleasure. She figured she would at least try to deny him the satisfaction of knowing he was pleasing her. That's what this was all about anyway. Power. He wanted to see how far her could take her, how long it would be before she broke. Well she was going to put all her strength in not giving it to him.

"This is great. The only way you can get a woman to lie still for you is to tie her up!" She hissed at him trying to convince not only him but her too that she wasn't as easy as he thought. She decided to wipe the previous events at the door out of her mind.

Angel chose to ignore her. He knew what she was doing, trying to rattle him. Instead he parted her lips and inserted his tongue inside her. massaging her silky walls and feeling her quivering flesh. He grinned. Her body could not keep her secret. She wanted it, as much as he did. He pushed one
finger inside her. Her walls immediately closed around the foreign object. Tightening and pulling him in. He felt how tight she was and almost shot his release right there. He had his own obstacles to get around. He pulled his finger out and pushed it back in. His mouth connected to her again, only this
time it had found exactly what it had been looking for. He closed his mouth around her clitoris and suckled and licked. Her body bucked and twisted.

Buffy was biting her lip so hard she thought she would draw blood. She tugged on the belt, hoping it would give. Despite her plan a shrill whimper escaped her. He continued his ministrations as her body reacted. Her nipples were hard as stones and she wished she could take off her bra.

Angel sped up his actions, pulling and tugging and ramming his finger in and out. She was so wet she was dripping down his finger onto his hand. His mouth was covered in her juices. He loved the taste of her. As deep as his finger could get was as deep as he went. She was straight up crying out now. There was no mistaking that. He licked her clit, them changed and flicked it a couple of times with his tongue. He inserted another finger that stretched and filled her. "Oh shit!" Buffy exclaimed through gritted teeth. "Oh my god!! Oh, yes! YES!" she shouted. She shoved herself on his fingers, they felt so incredible. "Ahh, Oh Ångel...Please....Oh god yes," she repeated. She felt herself coming. It wouldn't take long. Angel lifted his mouth from her just enough to talk to her. "Do you want to come Buffy?" Buffy opened her eyes and tried to focus on his voice. "Oh yes," she said. "Tell me," he ordered. Buffy tried to focus. "Please Angel just do it!" she pleaded.

"If you want it, tell me. Tell me to make you come," he repeated. Buffy thought she would go crazy. She had to give up her bull-headness and give in to him. "Yes! Make me come, I want it now," she screamed. Angel grinned. Standing he removed his pants to reveal a huge, rock hard cock. He
kneeled between her legs again and shoved it inside of her. Buffy gasped and screamed loudly at the sudden intrusion. Closing her eyes tight she let herself be swept up in his rough movements. He thrust into her time and time again. Angel kept up what he was doing until she screamed at the top of
her lungs screaming her release. She came so many times Angel lost count. It didn't take long for him to come either. His hot semen shot into her hard and fast. He held her while she shook and trembled. She felt so good, so soft and warm.

Buffy layed still, barely able to breath. He untied her and sat back. Buffy was so caught up in the moment that it took her a moment to realize she was loose. She sat up and leaned against the couch rubbing her wrists. Angel looked her over, satisfied. He leaned in close to her face. "I told you," he
said.

Buffy looked into his eyes. "Told me what?" she asked.

"I told you you would beg me later." He grinned at her pouting face as he gave her a big kiss. His work here was done.

 

The End


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