Punished

Angelus strode naked into the study. Darla was there waiting for him “Did you turn her?”

“No, that would ruin the fun. We made that mistake with Dru. Turned her too soon. Buffy’s still young enough. I figure a good ten more years till we make her one of us.” He reached for Darla and pulled her onto the sofa in front of the fireplace. 

“What about Spike? He’s becoming quite the brat lately. No fun anymore.” She pouted prettily and Angelus roughly kissed her mouth, thrusting his tongue in. She loved it. He was still hers. She couldn’t wait to prove that to Buffy.

Breaking the kiss, Angelus said, “Spike isn’t that hard to control. He just needs alittle more discipline. Needs to remember his place.” 

Darla giggled as Angelus reached into her blouse, getting his hand under her bra, roughly massaging her tits. “A good whipping? I love a good whipping.” She reached between them and gripped his stiff cock, squeezing it tightly, making him groan. Then she slid down and took him into her mouth. Relaxing her throat muscles, she pumped him hard and fast, loving it that he was inside her mouth. She could taste his pre cum on her tongue. She took his balls into her hand and squeezed them, knowing the pain would send him over the edge. He howled his orgasm and spasmed into her mouth, spilling his blood tinged semen onto her tongue. She swallowed every last drop.

Aus rus relaxed on the sofa and Darla stood and straightened herself up. Her hair was coming undone and she smoothed it back into its bun atop her head. She fixed her blouse. “How long will you keep them locked it that room?”

“A good three days should do it. You know how Spike gets when he’s out of blood.” Angel started to laugh and Darla joined in.