A Dark Secret

She lays between them her sire and her William, she can feel her sire’s arm wrapped tightly around her waist pulling her in closer to him---and away from her William.

Her hand holds William’s—attempting to let him touch at least one part of her.
It could be worse—she knows that—some nights Angelus forces him to sleep on the floor.

She slips into an uneasy slumber, Angelus squeezing her tightly, his semi-hard cock poking her through the sheer fabric of her nightgown. She tries not to focus on it and instead holds Spike’s hands—a small smile on her lips.

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“Dru?” Angelus’s voice shatters her dream into a thousand pieces.

The blissful smiles, leaves her lips as her eyes open slowly.

“Yes, my daddy?”

She sits up as he grabs her by the hair, kissing her lips roughly.

“What are ye doing sleeping in so late? You know I like ye to suck me awake.”

His tone is demanding and his eyes cold.

“I’m sorry Daddy. Don’t be cross. I’ll make you purr like a kitten.”

Her small hands unzip his pants and frees his cock, her eyes stare up at him seductively. He smiles and gathers her hair in his hands.

She takes his manhood between her lips—fighting not to gag or cry. She forces her lips to curl into a smile as she sucks his cock. Her tongue massaging the soft underbelly of it—he moans and grips her hair tighter.
She sucks at him—drawing him in and out of her mouth—suckling his cock like she craves it. Her oral ministrations grow fervent and Angelus thrusts his hips forcing his cock deeper into her mouth.
She can feel his climax approaching. She knows him too well and increases her fervor—eager to be done.

She feels his balls constrict and tighten and his thrusts increase, his moans grow louder as his balls slap against her chin. With a spasm of his throbbing cock he spills his seed into her mouth and she swallows it like a good little slave.
Fighting not to retch at the bitter unwelcome taste, but she knows that would anger him.

So she swallows every drop as he pumps it down her throat.

“Good girl” he says his body slumping forward his semi-hard cock still in her mouth. He slides it out and idly wipes the stray droplets of come on her face. She forces a smile—forces a sparkle of adoration to come to her eyes.

He pats her head.

“Yer such a good little, cocksucker. Ye know that don’t ye? Hmm?”

He asks stroking her hair.

“Yes daddy.”

She answers and wipes the come from her face when he looks away. He stands and grins turning his head.

“Enjoy the show, William my boy?”

He asks tauntingly staring at her Spike who was awoken by the sound of his moans.

She sees the hurt flash in William’s eyes and wants to soothe him to reassure him, but instead lays there only staring at him—trying to make her eyes as soft and loving as she can.

Angelus chuckles knowing he has gotten to him and slaps him on the back playfully.

“Perhaps one of these mornings it shall be yer lips that have the privilege of sucking my cock. What do ye think of that me boy?”

Wililam swats his hand away.

“Not in your wildest dreams.”

Angelus chuckles as if the whole thing was merely a jest at William’s expense, but she can see a glint in his dark eyes and worries for her poor William.

“She’s the best little cocksucker. Maybe some day I’ll let ye see for yerself. But I doubt it”

Angelus laughs again knowing his comment has hurt William. His eyes sparkle with evil glee but quickly turn dark again. He walks over and grabs her in his arms possessively, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

“No William you’ll never find out. ‘Cause Drusilla belongs only to me. I made her and I say who gets to touch her.”

He grips her waist tighter.

“And I don’t see me givin’ ye any such permission any time soon.”

He grabs Drusilla’s hair and pulls her head back baring her throat and his lips suckle and kiss her neck sending unwanted shivers of pleasure up her spine. He turns his head staring at William—taunting him.

“Yer not worthy enough to touch her.”

He cups one of her small breasts through the fabric of her dress.

“Ye have to be demon enough boy. Ye have to have enough cock”

He moves up and nibbles at her ear lobe causing her to moan softly. His hand slowly moves down to stroke her crotch and she shivers her eyes closing—unable to help herself—unable to make her body reject his touch and the pleasure it brings.

“And I doubt ye do, boy.”

His hands wrap around his own cock and he presses the semi-hardness of it against her crotch, poking her with it through her dress.

“Daddy has enough cock fer ye, doesn’t he Dru?”

He slowly slides up her dress, revealing her bare sex and rubs his cock up and down her pink slit.

She bites her lip but the pleasure is too much and she nods slowly.

His arm grips her waist roughly.

“Say it, Dru. Tell young William.”

She doesn’t want to do it. She knows it will hurt her William so much, but she has no choice.
She stifles a moan as the head of his cock rubs against her entrance.

“Y-Yes. Daddy. You have enough—c-cock for me.”

He smiles satisfied that he has hurt her William and grabs her shoving her roughly down onto the bed. He spreads her legs wide and enters her without warning.

She lets out a cry as he sinks into her tightness and she wraps her legs around him instinctively as he pounds in and out of her grunting, his balls slapping against her flesh.

She tries to think of her William.

He pounds her ferociously, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking it, his hands gripping her hips. She cries out—her inaudible moans of pleasure echoing off the walls, her pussy wet with her juices clamped around his cock drawing it deeper inside her.

She imagines her William’s length sinking inside her filling the void that exists there, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

He grabs her legs and pushes them up to her shoulders shoving his cock as deep as it will go. She screams and grows wetter with every thrust of his cock, her arms grip his large shoulders as he pounds into her mercilessly.

She imagines her William tracing the line of her neck, covering her with soft feather-light kisses that leave her trembling and filled with joy.

He grunts increasing the force of his thrusts and she emits a loud cry each time his body collides with hers.
She can feel her climax building. She can feel it approaching as the pressure builds inside her.

She imagines her William sliding in and out of her gently, kissing her lips softly and caressing her body.

He grunts digging his nails into the flesh of her legs and drives in and out of her faster and faster causing the bed to crash against the wall.

Her cries mingle with his as they both reach their climax.

She imagines herself laying in her William’s arms his hand gently tracing up the line of her back. His lips pressed to hers.

She tightens around him milking his cock and they come in unison, riding wave after wave of pleasure, their hips matching each others rhythm. She cries out feeling another orgasm coming and he sinks his cock as deep inside her as it will go.

She finds her release again and her juices soak his balls. He growls and morphs into his game face digging his claws into her flesh and biting into her neck as he pumps and pumps his seed inside of her.

He stares into her eyes, his eyes clouded with darkness and lust---and power, power over his little fuck-toy.

She imagines her William’s eyes staring down at her filled with love as he gently eases in and out of her.

He collapses atop her and before she knows what she is doing her lips part and she whispers her William’s name.

Fear courses through her and panic overtakes her.
She knows she will pay dearly for the remark.

She feels Angelus stiffen above her, his eyes dark with rage, stare into hers his nails dig into the tender flesh of her arms.

“What did you say?”

He asks his tone deadly.

She trembles and bites her lip, clenches her eyes shut as he climbs off of her.

She is too afraid to look.

She is too afraid to meet his gaze.

She knows that she is about to regret her mistake.

As Angelus’s eyes cloud with darkness, his jaw clenches in rage.

Her eyes slowly open and flick to William’s and she sees a small smile on his face.
She knows even though Angelus will hurt her—part of her is glad that she spoke her William’s name.

For now there is hope that maybe her William knows how she truly feels.