BAD ANGEL

A/N Just letting you know that in this fic I portray Hank Summers as a decent father with an actual interest in his kids, unlike on the show.


Part 3


Late Saturday morning, Joyce and Hank sat in Rupert Giles’ office. His assistant, Willow Rosenberg had just brought in some tea and coffee and was taking notes. This was their first meeting with the senator and his wife. After getting the call from Detective Finn, Giles had made the case their top priority. He had already received a copy of the file and had gone over it with Willow. They then spent most of Friday night and early Saturday visiting both scenes taking extra photographs and going over things. They interviewed Mr. Flutie to go over his statement again. There wasn’t much to go on. And Giles knew the situation was growing direr as time passed.

The purpose of this meeting was to get more background information on the family and the girls in particular. Giles found the situation a bit puzzling. But fortunately, Giles loved puzzles. Clearly the girls were not random victims. Whoever took them knew exactly who they were. It had been over 24 hours since Buffy was taken and over 18 since Dawn was and yet there had been no ransom demand. This was not about money.
After considering the information he had of them, he concluded that neither was involved in anything illegitimate or underhanded. In fact, if it weren’t for their parents, they would be ordinary young women. Giles’ instincts told him that was the crux of the matter. And the fact that both girls were taken only reinforced his belief. This was about the parents, more than likely, the father. However, although possible, Giles didn’t think this was politically motivated. If it were, again, there should have been a list of demands by now. Using the girls to manipulate the senator politically didn’t seem to be the motive. So, no money, no pulling of political strings, what else was there? Jealousy? Hatred? Just plain insanity? The list went on and on. Giles decided to speak to Hank alone for a while, he needed to discuss some delicate issues with him. So, after asking Willow to take Joyce’s statement one last time, Giles addressed the senator.
“Uh, Mr. Summers, I need to ask you some rather sensitive questions that are strictly routine but, as I’m sure you can appreciate, are necessary.” Giles didn’t want to embarrass him more than necessary.
“Go ahead, ask me anything.” Hank was prepared to bare all if it would bring his girls home.
“Well sir, quite some time has passed since the abductions and no demands whatsoever have been made. That leads me to think that the motive might be something other than extortion or influencing your political agenda. Also, the manner in which they were taken was so blatant, particularly Dawn. Buffy was taken in the middle of the night. And really, no one, except her employer, would have missed her right away. I mean, had your wife not been trying to contact her, you probably wouldn’t have missed her until today. Whereas Dawn was literally snatched in broad daylight and they left a witness. I don’t believe for a second that that was an oversight. Whoever took your girls wanted you to know about it, so they left Mr. Flutie alive to sound the alarms if you will. But of course, they wanted you to know after they had Dawn. And that’s partly why I think that your girls are still alive. If you’ll pardon my candor, Buffy could have been killed at her apartment, and they could have killed Dawn in the car. But no, they want to draw this out as long as possible and I’m sure they also want you to know who is behind it. This person is patient and calculating but at the same time, I imagine is also quite passionate and at times unpredictable, perhaps even volatile. They feel things deeply and the manner that they took the girls is clearly demonstrating the control this person feels or at least wants. They are clearly aware that the lack of contact, the not knowing, is maddening for you and your wife, but I imagine that’s the point. They want you to feel the loss. However, despite that I do expect to hear something soon. I suspect the motive behind this is deeply personal, I mean beyond the usual motives. This person most likely wants to hurt you, you specifically. That is why I need to know if you have ever been involved in anything… uh… compromising.” Giles wasn’t sure how else to put it.
“Compromising?” Hank wasn’t sure what Giles was leading up to.
“Have you had any extramarital affairs? Any illegitimate children? Any enemies? Is there someone who would want to hurt you, or rather, would use your children to hurt you?” Giles hated discussing such things but he had to be thorough.
“The authorities asked me these same questions and I really can’t think of anyone. I’m a senator for heaven’s sake. I suppose there are people who don’t like me for one reason or another but to go this far? I’ve no outside children and yes, there was a brief time when I was involved with someone outside the marriage but that was years ago, when Buffy and Dawn were still little girls. Joyce and I were having a rough patch and things just got out of hand for a while. It ended after a few months but I can assure you that the decision was mutual. There’s been no one else since.”
As Hank continued, his eyes nervously scanned the floor and his voice grew more sorrowful. Giles watched as the man seemed to shrink right before him. “I, I never told Joyce but somehow I think she knew. Anyway, the other woman has been married to someone else for some years now and she has her own family, so I can’t imagine that she’d want to drag all of that up again by going after the girls. She has no reason to. And to be honest, I’d rather just leave it all behind as well.” Hank hadn’t even thought of his affair in years. The sudden reminder of his infidelity and the suggestion that it might have led to this deeply shamed him.
“I understand sir but as I’m sure you can understand, we need to cover all of our bases. I can assure you of complete discretion and confidentiality.” Giles sensed Hank’s shame and wanted to reassure him that he was not there to judge him.
“You’re right, you’re right. Now is not the time to be coy. Her name is Olivia Pennington, at the time she was Olivia Fairchild.” Hank was greatly relieved at Giles’ professionalism. Then he remembered something Giles said earlier.
“Uh, so you think… that Buffy and Dawn are still…” He couldn’t finish the question, as if saying the words would somehow make his fear a reality.
“Yes, I do. For the reasons I mentioned already, for a person like this simply killing them would be too easy. But you must realize that just because I think they’re alive, that doesn’t mean that they’re…unhurt.” Hank got the full meaning of Giles’ words.
The two men talked a bit longer before a soft knock interrupted them. It was Willow and Joyce returning. Giles waited until they were all settled before he continued. He reminded Joyce and Hank to keep the visitors to their home restricted and to grant the FBI agents guarding them access to anything unusual before handling it themselves. Unusual mail, strange phone calls, anything. He expected to hear from the abductor soon. A short while later, they left with their FBI escorts.
After they left Giles and Willow discussed what they’d learnt. While Willow took Joyce’s statement, she ran through a similar set of questions with Joyce as Giles had with Hank. Not surprisingly, Joyce had no skeletons in her closet. Giles was certain that Hank was the intended target. And although he would certainly consider other leads, he was focusing his attention on the senator.

Buffy woke slowly that morning. Her entire body ached. As she rolled over in the bed she realized that she was alone. Looking over to where Angel had slept she saw a small piece of paper resting on his pillow. She picked it up and read the handwritten note.

Buff,
You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I will return this evening to dine on your exquisite flesh. I’ve picked something out for you. Be ready for six. I left some reading material to help you pass the time. Till tonight, Lover.

A

She glanced over to the chest of drawers and sure enough, there was a small pile of paperbacks and next to them, the soft pink scrap of silk that he expected her to wear for him. His note infuriated her. His audacity alone was inexcusable and calling her “Lover” made her skin flush with anger. She crumpled up the note and threw it at the door as she cursed him. Just then the door opened and she hastily pulled the sheets closer to cover her nudity. Apparently her attackers were back to deliver her breakfast. Neither said anything but both eyed her form appreciatively. Buffy was suddenly quite self conscious and keenly aware of her vulnerability. She had no idea where Angel had gone and she wasn’t sure how safe she was alone with them, not that she was safe with Angel either. But she remembered him saying that she wasn’t supposed to be hurt when they took her. Could she then assume that they weren’t allowed to have their way with her? And if they weren’t, would they respect Angel’s orders when he wasn’t around? She tightened her hold on the sheets even as they continued to eye her hungrily. Although she was terrified of Angel, a small part of her wished he was there.
When they finally left, she let out a deep sigh of relief. She turned on the TV and watched as Dawn too was eating. Seeing Dawn suddenly reminded her that she was supposed to be with her family that weekend. If this hadn’t happened she would be at home busily discussing her father’s campaign plans. Fresh tears came to her eyes as she thought of her mother and father. They certainly knew by now that she and Dawn had been kidnapped. What were they thinking? What were they doing? She had no idea how long Angel planned to keep them and she certainly didn’t know what he was going to do with them in the end. And after last night she wasn’t sure she wanted to. Fighting back her tears, she simply hoped to see her family again.
Picking up her tray, she saw a little clock sitting next to her apple. ‘Damn him!’ She now had no excuse to be late when Angel arrived. After eating, she headed into the shower.

Saturday afternoon, Joyce and Hank were sitting down to lunch when their housekeeper and Agent Harris walked in with a package addressed to the senator. There was no return address. Using gloves, Harris opened it to find nothing more than an unlabelled VHS tape and a small typewritten note. The note held Angel’s words to Buffy from the day before.

You are indebted to me and I am collecting on it…with interest. Starting with Buffy.

He carefully placed it back in the package and called Special Agent Gunn and Giles immediately. Agent Gunn arrived first and questioned the housekeeper. She explained that she only just found the package on the doorstep of her house and brought it right over. She didn’t see who left it. After further questioning, Gunn thanked her and sent her home. He would continue the interrogation later if necessary. A while later, Willow and Giles arrived and they all assembled in the media room. They played the tape. On it was Buffy dressed in a very revealing nightgown and next to her was a very tall, dark haired man. They were sitting at a table talking but the camera angle only showed him from behind. There was no sound but it was clearly a tense conversation. Buffy looked extremely scared. Then suddenly the man stood and violently pulled her up to him. Although the man’s frame largely blocked what was happening, it wasn’t hard to tell that Buffy was being molested. When he shoved her against the wall the entire group flinched. Joyce was silent but shaking, her eyes filled with unshed tears. The senator watched in disbelief. Then the attack seemed to stop and the group let out a collective sigh only to gasp aloud when suddenly Buffy was thrown onto the bed. She was clearly screaming and struggling and the terror on her face was unmistakable. What they saw left no doubt that Buffy was going to be raped. Joyce ran from the room. After Buffy’s attacker assaulted her further, he appeared to be talking to her again. He then pulled something out of his pocket and Buffy suddenly seemed to attack him, or at least try to, but soon she was restrained and crying uncontrollably. The man moved away from her and appeared to watch her cry briefly before he took something out of a draw. Then, after talking to her again, he left. The tape ended after that.
The shocked silence echoed throughout the room. Hank was stunned. He stared unseeing at the note for a long time, unable to comprehend what was happening. His girls were gone and he just saw his first nearly raped. And somehow this was all, his fault. Tears absently slipped down his face.

Leaving the room to give Hank some privacy, the others discussed what to do next. They were all deeply shaken. Giles knew that kidnap victims often endured horrific abuse but something about the brutal violence he just witnessed bothered him more than usual. It was bone chilling. It took him a moment to collect his thoughts. After composing themselves, he sent Willow in search of Joyce. The situation had quickly escalated into something even uglier than Giles had initially feared. They needed to find the girls before anything else happened. And to do that Giles knew exactly what they needed. He pulled Gunn aside.
Once Willow brought the nearly catatonic Joyce back to the room, Giles took the floor and spoke as Hank held his distraught wife close in his arms. His voice was more grave than usual.
“Mr. Summers, uh, it’s clear that the motive here is to hurt you. And from the tape and note, he doesn’t plan to negotiate. He plans to torture you. Given the apparent nature of this situation, Agent Gunn and I have decided to bring in an associate who has extensive experience in rescue operations. He’s a high risk operative, which is why we only bring him in for the more difficult cases. Granted, right now the major difficulty here is identifying the man on the tape but clearly time is of the essence. Our associate can help with that. Once we locate them, he’ll go in and bring them out. I must add though, he’s rather unorthodox but right now, your daughters’ welfare is our priority and he can get it done.”
Hank stared at Giles momentarily as the weight of his words sank in, and then glanced over at Agent Gunn. Then he nodded dumbly before saying, “Do whatever you must to bring my girls home.”

A while later, Gunn, Giles and Willow headed out to meet with Detective Finn after Hank and Agent Harris gave Joyce a sedative and got her into bed. After arriving at the office, Giles made a phone call.
A short while later, Spike was on his way.

As they awaited his arrival, they worked on zooming in and enhancing the images on the tape as well as pulling up information on the senator. They needed to identify the man with Buffy.


As the day wore on, Hank tried to comfort his wife. She kept blaming herself for not checking on Buffy sooner. Perhaps if she had followed her instincts when she first couldn’t contact her, the girls might be home by now. She lamented losing all of that precious time. Hank tried everything he could to convince her that she acted reasonably and that more couldn’t have been expected. But Joyce was inconsolable.
After a while, Hank needed a break. He had his own grief and anger to deal with and watching Joyce fall apart didn’t help. Every tear she shed inspired an unnatural hatred within him for the man who was causing his family so much pain. But one of them had to keep a level head and the burden fell to him. He had to get out for some air but the media invasion discouraged going outdoors. The ringing phone was a welcomed relief. Well, almost. It was his long time friend and campaign manager Wesley Wyndam-Price. Apparently he had been trying to reach Hank since he saw the story on the news but he kept getting his voicemail. Hank confessed that he was so exhausted that he turned off his cell phone and was just regularly checking the messages. He apologized for not getting back to him sooner. But since Wes was on the phone, Hank decided to take a break. He needed to talk so he invited him to the house. And so while Agent Harris kept an eye on Joyce, Hank prepared to meet with Wesley.

After hearing the entire story, Wesley was speechless, which was a remarkable feat to be sure. Once he recovered from his shock, they discussed what progress the authorities had made and the assistance Mr. Giles was providing. Wesley remarked on the tight security and the hassle he had to endure just to get onto the estate. He also mentioned the staggering media presence. Hank rolled his eyes at that. He was grateful for the assistance the press provided in getting the story and the pictures of the girls out but now he and Joyce felt like prisoners in their own home. Everyone entering and leaving was accosted by the mass of reporters and their cameras. Each time he or Joyce tried to go anywhere they had to battle their way through the mob. Granted, he and Joyce had previously dealt with the press on many occasions but now, with their emotional and physical exhaustion, it was beginning to wear thin.
Hank then told Wes about the tape they had received earlier that day and the condition Joyce was in. As he spoke, he stood and casually looked out a window. There he could see a few reporters taking photos of the house from just outside the main gates. He shook his head grimly. Was this his life?
Sensing Hank’s despair, Wesley decided to take the plunge “Are you reconsidering?”
Before answering he looked through the window once more and sighed, a grave expression on his face, then glancing at Wes again he replied, “I’m not reconsidering. I’ve decided. Buffy and Dawn are my priority and they’re going to need their father when they get home. Once this is … done, so am I.”
He didn’t have to elaborate.
Once this situation was resolved, Hank refused to put his family through the stresses of the presidential campaign. Who knew what kind of psychological and emotional scars the girls would have after this? Would they ever recover? They were going to need him and Joyce. And after this, he wasn’t about to leave their sides to go jetting around the country for anything, not even the Oval Office.
Wesley walked over and hugged his friend. “After the girls get home we’ll make the announcement.” Hank nodded in agreement. He looked out the window again and whispered, “My girls!” Then, as if a damn burst, Hank broke down.

Through the slightly open door, Agent Meirs quietly watched.

After many hours, Agent Gunn, Willow and Giles managed to isolate a frame from the tape. It barely showed a profile of the man with Buffy but after watching the tape in slow motion over a dozen times, that was the closest thing to a mug shot they could get. They made a copy of the tape and note for their purposes since Gunn was taking the originals and the delivery package for processing at the federal crime lab. When Finn arrived, Gunn briefed him on the events earlier that day. It was now clear that Senator Summers was the intended target and not all of Congress. But although the FBI would now narrow the investigation’s focus accordingly, the Bureau would continue providing security for Congress. They discussed where their respective investigations would now be heading and what steps should be taken. The FBI would now focus on all of Hank’s Congressional votes and activities whereas Finn would access the State’s records of all of Hank’s activities prior to entering the Senate, which included his time as a governor and a state prosecutor. Once their discussion was over, Finn headed out. A short while after, Spike entered the office. Giles briefed him and then he watched the tape himself.
Once he was done, he asked, “How was the package received?”
“The housekeeper said that it was on her doorstep. Apparently she found it when she went out to check her mailbox. She didn’t notice anyone hanging around or anything else unusual.” Gunn wished he had kept agents at her house.
“Do you believe her?”
“Yeah I do. We brought her in for questioning last night after we escorted the senator and his wife home and she allowed us to search her home. There was nothing there. I’m pretty sure she has nothing to do with this. Anyway, whoever left it knew they couldn’t take it to the senator’s home so the housekeeper was the next best thing.” Gunn read a lot into that. This person knew what to expect from the feds.
“So I guess you can’t track where it came from.” Spike also noted what Gunn was thinking. He also figured they wouldn’t be able to trace it but it wouldn’t hurt to try.
“Well, I’ve sent over some agents to question her neighbors in case any of them saw anything and also to keep an eye on her place just in case anything else happens but I doubt we can, it was just left there.”
“Where does she live?”
“Just outside of town, about 30 minutes from the senator’s home. She works there five days a week. She goes home in the evenings and on weekends.”
“Did she tamper with it at all?”
“She says she only picked it up and brought it right over once she saw that it was for the senator. Agent Harris said that it was still sealed when she gave it to him so as far as we can tell she didn’t open it. In any event, we’ve got her fingerprints so we can eliminate them from any others we find.”
“Well, one thing’s for certain. This tape was made and delivered in the past twenty-four hours, in fact less than that. When the agents were at the housekeeper’s home last night, it wasn’t there. So it had to be dropped off either really late last night or early this morning. At least we know they’re probably still in the country.” From their expressions Giles knew he was the only optimist in the room.
“Hmm, any luck with the guy on the tape?” Spike had noted that the man’s face was conveniently kept out of a direct shot.
“No. The frame we isolated is hardly a profile. There’s no way to ID him with what we’ve got.” Willow was rather disappointed with that.
“I see. Well, I’m going to check out the scenes for a bit. I’ll check in with Finn for those records later.” Spike then left.


Buffy spent most of the day reading and watching Dawn on the TV. While her lunch was delivered, the silent duo changed the bedding and the bathroom linens. When Angel arrived at 6 sharp, she was wearing the pink, silk chemise. Now she was sitting across from him having dinner. Angel looked ready to throw her on the table and ravish her but he kept his distance and just feasted on her with his eyes. They ate in silence. After the empty trays were collected, he undid his pants freeing his cock.
“Suck it!” His command left no room for argument. At the sight a wave of nausea started at the pit of her stomach and Buffy suddenly wished she hadn’t eaten. She fought to suppress it.
Reluctantly, she got on her knees and took him in her small hands. Holding the base, she tentatively licked his entire length. She then licked along the vein and swirled her tongue across the tip just before she took him into her mouth, keeping her gag reflex in check the entire time. She sucked and stroked him, gradually increasing the pressure as she rolled and squeezed his balls with her free hand. And to her relief, the nausea soon passed. Angel happily ran his fingers through her silky hair while he watched her lips sliding along his length. He noticed that she almost turned green when he told her to blow him so instead of insisting that she deep throat him, he decided to let her set the pace. He was nothing if not patient and was silently relieved when she seemed to recover. She gradually increased the pressure of her strokes as she sucked him harder and faster. Just before he came, he gripped her head firmly holding it in place. She knew what he wanted and after bracing herself, obediently swallowed his seed.
After releasing his load, he pulled her up into his lap. She sat facing him, straddling his hips with her legs dangling on either side, her feet barely touching the floor. He kissed her forcefully pulling her plush against his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. The intimate position allowed him to rub his erection against her core as he slowly rocked her in his lap. As they moved, her nipples brushed against the soft material of the chemise, the silk lightly tickling them into hard peaks. Feeling her body respond to the friction, she hid her face in the crook of his neck as she surrendered to him. Feeling her give in, Angel swiftly stood and placed her on the table. Instructing her to hold under her knees, lift and spread her legs, he lowered his head to her sex. Spreading her open he dipped his tongue into her, tasting her. She gasped when he delved deeper as he feasted on her. He thrust his tongue as deep as possible, low growls escaping him. Moisture pooled from her as she squirmed on the table. Holding her in place, Angel continued lapping at her core eliciting a chorus of moans and gasps from his captive. His face smeared with her essence, he gently pushed back the hood of her clit and sucked mercilessly. Releasing her legs, she shrieked as a rainbow of sensation exploded within her. Holding her legs up with his forearm, he continued his assault. Two of his long, strong fingers pumped wildly into her sheath, driving her again and again into an orgasmic frenzy. He kept sucking her clit, never once easing the pressure. Buffy quickly went from peak to white, hot peak with intense power. The rapid succession of orgasms had her keening and screaming continuously. She tried sitting up to push him away and escape the torture. Her every attempt thwarted by his grip on her and his skilled tongue. Once her cries reached a fevered pitch, he slowly brought her down from the orgasmic high as he gently laved her clit. Buffy was limp from over stimulation. As she quivered before him, he stood and thrust into her in one swift motion. She groaned as the penetration triggered even more ripples of sensation. Within seconds, Angel was fucking her relentlessly. Holding her legs open he pounded into her again and again, his pace ever increasing. He pulled her into a half sitting position and pushed her legs up against her chest, never once breaking his stride. Buffy was alight with sensation. Suddenly he gripped her by the waist and lifted her from the table, carrying her on his cock to the corner where he first assaulted her. There he pressed her firmly against the wall and ploughed into her with staggering brutality. Buffy screamed at the force and tried to push away from the corner. But Angel grabbed her wrists and held them firmly above her head, as he drove into her. Then with his free hand, began rubbing her clit as his tongue invaded her mouth, silencing her protests. Moments later, both were propelled over the edge, the force of their combined climax making them both cry out. She collapsed in his arms. As they calmed, Angel carried her to the bed and gently placed her under the covers. Pulling her into his embrace, he pillowed her head on his chest while he gently caressed her. Soon they were asleep.

A short while later, Angel reached for her again. He pulled her onto all fours, entered from behind and was soon pounding her into the mattress. She braced herself against the headboard as best she could. His loud grunts filled the room as he took his pleasure. Then he suddenly came with a roar and abruptly withdrew from her. Buffy was surprised by his sudden withdrawal and her body ached from unfulfilled passion. Slumping onto her side, she let out an agonized groan. Feeling him rise from the bed, she cursed her weakness and willed her traitorous body to calm. Angel walked over to the chest of drawers and quietly watched her struggle to suppress the fire he’d kindled within her. He knew she was close when he withdrew and now her body was begging for release. Well, she was about to get one she’d never forget.
He opened the locked draw in the chest. It was filled with dildos, vibrators, handcuffs and a few other items. He pulled out the tiny vibrator and its remote before relocking the draw. Then glancing at the clock briefly, he predatorily walked over to the unsuspecting Buffy. It was just 11pm, enough time to torture her until morning. As he approached he adjusted the settings on the remote for the vibrator. Kneeling next to her, he pulled her legs apart. Her breath hitched in surprise when he touched her. Lowering his head, he lightly nibbled on her clit, his tongue laving, licking and flicking it until she was panting heavily. Buffy grasped the pillows and buried her face in them as he worked her again and again, her cries getting louder as the onslaught drew out.
“Do you want to come, Lover?” His voice was low and husky.
Buffy only whimpered in response. He smiled.
“Come on, Lover. You’ve got to tell me. Do you want to come?” His voice was deep and velvety.
“Please…” was all she could gasp out.
“Please what, Lover?” His tongue lingered on her clit as he slid three fingers into her.
“Oh, God! Please, oh, don’t do this to me.” Buffy was in tears as her determination to resist warred with her body’s demand for release.
Just then she felt him slide something into her. It felt about the size of a tampon but much smoother. She tried to clamp her legs shut but he was expecting that and held them open despite her efforts.
“What are you doing?” She asked rather alarmed.
Ignoring her question he pressed further, “Tell me what you want Buff.” Once whatever he had was deep inside her, he sucked even harder on her clit. As he sucked, Buffy reached her limit and cried out.
“Oh God! I need to…” She could barely say the rest.
“You need to come, baby?” He drew the words out as he licked her.
“Yes!” Her breathy response made him smile as she squirmed in his grip.
“See Lover, that was so easy. Now I’ll give you what you want.” Then using the remote, he turned on the vibrator within her.
Buffy screamed.
She writhed and thrashed wildly, arching off the bed as she tried to pull the offending thing out of her. Angel grabbed her hands just as she reached for the protruding string, halting her as he issued his stern warning.
“Pull it out and there’ll be hell to pay.” The threat was clear.
“Angel please…just make it stop.” Buffy cried. She didn’t think she could take much more of it.
“I will…when I’m ready. And if you keep asking me, I’ll leave it in longer. Do you understand?” Buffy nodded in dismay. He held her close to him and kissed her face as she moaned and squirmed on the bed. After a few minutes, the torture device stopped on its own. Angel pulled the sheets over them and pulled her even closer to him. He smiled to himself. It was going to be a long night.
Throughout the night, the vibrator went off at varying intervals and intensities. Buffy was mindless. The first few times she screamed and cried out clutching the sheets and pillows to alleviate the agony. But she never mentioned taking it out again. During her moments of crisis, Angel held her close and kissed her. Eventually she was clinging onto him, burying her face in his chest, banging her fists and crying uncontrollably as her body violently shook. She had no idea how many orgasms she had. When the vibrator wasn’t torturing her, Angel went down on her and feasted on the river that flowed copiously from her body. He latched onto her breasts and suckled hungrily, driving her mad. Neither got much sleep.
By morning, Buffy was beyond exhausted and so over stimulated and sensitive that a simple touch sent aftershocks rippling through her. As Angel greedily devoured her for breakfast he finally took it out, only to push his cock into her. He fucked her deep and slow before finally taking her at full force. Buffy trembled as he caressed her hypersensitive flesh. Tears streaming down her cheeks from the sheer intensity. Minutes later they both fell into oblivion.
His passion spent, Angel pulled her close to him again. She was visibly angry. Well, angrier than she already was about being kidnapped. She stiffened in his embrace.
“You were a good girl last night Buff.” Angel kissed her face as he spoke. She remained silent. “I think I’ll do something to make it up to you.” He nuzzled her again.
Buffy perked up, “Will you let us go home?”
Her innocence charmed him. God! He loved his power over her.
“No. But I’ll let you have a visitor. Would you like to see Dawn?” Angel could see the smile already starting in her eyes.
“You’ll let me see her for awhile, just the two of us?” She couldn’t help the excitement that entered her voice.
“For a little while each day you can see her, but only if you’re good. Tell you what, get some sleep and I’ll bring her to you later this afternoon.” Buffy eagerly nodded in response.
“Kiss?” Angel hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her face.
Buffy briefly furrowed her brow. He was acting like they were lovers or something. As if she would be there if she had any real choice in the matter. In any event, she wasn’t about to jeopardize her chance to see Dawn. So she lightly kissed his lips and smiled at him. Minutes later Buffy was asleep and he was in the shower.


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