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Let's just say that Angel broke every speed limit to make it to his apartment. He quickly opened the door, closed it behind him and started kissing Buffy. Buffy felt her knees go weak as the kisses went on. If she didn't let go, her plan would never take its course.
"Angel, we need to stop," she said panting.
"What? Huh? Don't you want to?" 'Oh, please tell me she does. There's no way she could've been sending me the wrong signals.' She placed her hand on his cheek.
"Of course I do. Why don't you go inside your room, while I freshen up in the bathroom." He nodded his head agreeing with her and smiling on his way towards his bedroom.
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Buffy went into his bedroom dressed up in a short black, silk nightie that left no visible imagination to the naked eye. When he lifted his head he spotted the most beautiful creature before him. His Buffy. They haven't made love yet, but every cell that was coursing through his body was screaming to have her in his arms and ravish the blonde beauty. In her hands were two pairs of handcuffs. He wondered where she got them.
"Buffy, where did you get those?" he asked pointing to the handcuffs.
"Oh, these things. Spike gave them to me. Now stand up." He did as he was told. She leaned up against his body and brushed her body against his. He elicited a moan. She knew exactly how to get him worked up and ready to go. Just when he was about to wrap his arms around her waist she stopped him.
"No. Don't." She then pulled the tab of his pants and yanked it off him. Next she placed her small hands beneath his tank top feeling his smooth skin against her fingertips. The sensation of Buffy's fingers gliding the side of his chest and up his broad muscular back left Angel wanting to touch her even more. As the tank top descended to the floor like his pants Angel was left standing in his boxers. Buffy's hand went through the elastic waistband of is shorts and gently pinched his firm butt. He moaned at the sensation.
"Oh, Buffy you're killing me." As she slid the rest of his shorts she answered him.
"I only just begun," she whispered in his ear. Her breath added more to the erotic feeling that he already felt with Buffy touching him.
"Now spread eagle." He was shocked at her words that he raised an eyebrow. As she laid on him, she leaned over took each hand and handcuffed his wrist to the bedpost. She went back down with her thighs on each side of his hips and firmly locked eyes with the brown-eyed guy. The sight of his body all in his nude form just like when he was born brought a tingling sensation into her body. She's seen his body before, but this was really different.
"You've been a very bad boy. And bad boys need to be punished," she said seriously, but had that devious twinkle in her eye. He was helpless and she was in control. His chest from his body shuddered wondering what was going to happen.
"But Buffy...." She silenced him with her fingertip.
"You hurt my husband and that was wrong." Angel knew what was happening and was enjoying what was to come. He had never seen this side of Buffy before and hoped he'd see more of it again in the future. As she looked at him being helpless, she felt so powerful having a strong man beneath her and under control. She knew for sure that Riley would never do anything like this for her.
