CoF - Laure Alexander - Delia's Awakening

Summary: Set sometime in the future of AtS, but probably springing from mid-Season 3, pre-Connor as an adult, this is a response to a challenge from Allison from over a year ago. I've had it in the works since then. C/A; they can only have sex if Angel is dominated by Cordy and in pain; they date for months before Angel talks her into it (fudged this one); Cordy visits sex shops, shops online, joins email lists; just couldn't get in the bit about how to pronounce Angelus. The story goes from present to past tense, as there are flashbacks.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17, BDSM.
PAIRINGS: Cordelia/Angel
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
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No longer self-conscious, she stands in the boutique examining the tools laid out before her. Her fingers reach out and brush across the supple leather before moving on to flow across hickory glistening with polish.

She picks up the long, slender shaft of wood, examines it for any flaws, then smiles in satisfaction and turns to the waiting clerk.

The quiet and unobtrusive gentleman smiles benignly, "An excellent choice, madam," and moves towards the register where he hands the switch to a blue skinned, feathered woman. "Put this one Ms. Chase's account, Janina." Turning to his customer, he bows slightly. "Always a pleasure to serve you, madam."

"Thank you, Trevor," Cordelia murmurs, smiling as he vanishes in a puff of pink smoke.

As the sales clerk prepares the receipt and packages her purchase, Cordelia lets her eyes drift around the elegant and oddly discreet sex shop. She has tried several others over the last month, but this one, which caters to demons as well as humans, makes her feel the most comfortable.

Signing the receipt with a flourish, she takes the package and steps out into the late afternoon sunshine of L.A., an eagerness to her step that has nothing to do with the beauty of the day.

"We can't, Cordy. I'm sorry." With a groan of frustration, Angel pulled away from her and rose to his feet.

Cordelia ran a shaking hand through her mussed hair, unaware that she was staring at the bulge in his crotch. When he caught her looking, he turned from her and cursed beneath his breath.

"This is insane, Angel. We have to find a way around the curse. We've been dating for two months and...I've got needs, dammit, and so do you."

"Surely now that you know of the clause in the curse, you'll always be aware of it."

Glancing over his shoulder Angel saw the hope and frustration on her flushed face, and silently groaned as his cock stiffened even more. "In that moment of release...Cordy, I'm afraid that if I have that with you, I'll lose control, lose all sense of myself and my curse."

"I'm willing," she replied stubbornly as her whole body tingled with need at the dark anger lurking in his eyes.

Spinning on her, Angel stalked back to the couch and Cordelia scrambled to her feet. "Are you really?" he asked, his voice low, a hint of menace in his tone. "Do you want Angelus back?"

"N..no." She shook her head for emphasis and reiterated in a stronger voice, "No."

Entering the hotel, she waves to Fred behind the counter and gestures to the basement. "Angel down there?"

"All ready for your work-out. No interruptions, I promise, unless something apocalyptic happens, and then we'll page you."

Cordelia smiles and walks confidently to the basement door. Locking it behind her, she descends the wooden stairs, her heels clacking in sharp staccato. In anticipation her heartbeat increases to match the sound of her heels.

He's naked, on his knees, his head down, the collar already locked around his neck, the attached restraints waiting for his wrists.

He knew she was coming, could feel her, sense her, smell her. His clothes are discarded carelessly and quickly in a pile on the cold cement floor.

She smiles, a cold, wicked smile, and comes to stop in front of him. "You've made a mess, Angel."

Nudging the pile of clothes with her foot, she sets her purse and package on a work table, then lifts her foot. "Lick my shoe."

Without a word, he falls to her command with an avidness that always surprises her. His tongue laps at the dusty leather, coating it with saliva from heel to toe. When he accidently licks the top of her foot, she forces down a moan of pleasure and feels her panties moisten.

Pulling her foot away, she quickly moves behind him and grabs one of his arms, yanking it up. With a practiced move she has both wrists restrained in the middle of his back. He can lower his arms, but that pulls on the collar around his neck like a choke chain.

She doesn't even look to see if he complies, as she turns her back and removes her clothing, carefully folding each piece and placing it on a chair. Beneath the brightly colored linen and silk she wears black.

Lace and lycra. A barely there thong and demi-bra which bares her nipples. They harden in the cool air of the basement.

Kicking off her white pumps, she slips her feet into black stilettos, then unwraps her new toy. Turning she finds Angel bent over, forehead pressed to the mat he kneels upon, his legs spread slightly, his well-muscled ass pushed into the air.

He doesn't look at her, but a shiver goes through him. She smiles and snaps the switch in the air. It makes a wonderful swishing noise. But before that...

Walking over to the weapons chest, she removes the top tray and looks down on the various toys. Removing a large, knobby butt plug, she coats it with cinnamon lube, then walks over to the mat. Frowning, she steps out of her shoes before crouching behind Angel. She places a hand on the small of his back, then forces the tapered end of the plug into his tight anus.

Angel groans, but tries to relax as she pushes it all the way into him. One of the disadvantages of being a vampire is that not only do wounds heal, but muscles tighten as well. He's always tight as a virgin when she does this to him, and it hurts.

Rising back to her feet, Cordelia raises the switch and smacks it down on his ass as hard as she can. A pretty red stripe blossoms on his pale skin, and she smiles and repeats the action again and again, beating him until he squirms and groans in pain.

"Yes, mistress," he gasps out, then groans as she hits him again, catching the base of the plug and driving it deeper so that it hits his prostate. His cock, already hard as marble, throbs painfully, but he knows he dare not come without permission. Relying on centuries of control, he keeps his orgasm on edge, as she continues to beat him, sending pain burning through him.

"Yes, god yes, mistress." Tears leak from his eyes, dripping into his hair as the pain and pleasure begin to merge.

"Too bad." With one more blow across his glowing ass, Cordelia walks around in front of him and brushes the tip of the switch across his head. "Kiss it."

Blindly, gasping with pain, Angel lifts his head and caresses the wood with his lips and tongue until she drops the switch and wraps her fingers in his collar to jerk him up onto his knees.

Angel looks up at her in adoration, and she feels heat swell between her legs. Moving to a nearby chair, Cordelia skims her thong down her long legs and steps back into her pumps, before sitting and parting her thighs.

Angel crawls expertly on his knees off the mat and onto the concrete floor until he's between her legs. Inhaling her rich scent in deep gulps, he lowers his head and nuzzles his nose into the neatly trimmed curls at the apex of her cleft. His tongue lashes out, catching her clit, and Cordelia moans, wrapping her fingers in his hair. She doesn't need to guide him, though. He's an expert at oral sex.

One arm over her eyes, the fingers of the other clenched tightly in the sheet beneath her, Cordelia writhed in need. Angel peeked up and smiled at the sight of her face twisted with pleasure, before lowering his mouth back to her hard, swollen clit. As he sucked it back between his lips, his teeth scraped her, and she shrieked, bucking wildly against him as she came for the third time.

Sucking gently, Angel brought her down expertly, as she trembled and moaned beneath him. Lifting his head, he placed a kiss on her stomach, watching the muscles contract and release as a sob went through her.

"...Don't...no...yes..." She squirmed again, her heels pounding on the mattress as her inner muscles tightened around his twisting digits. "Oh god...there...again." His fingers were long and limber. He could find her g-spot with ease.

He thumped the spot again, and she went wild for the fourth time, crying his name until she was hoarse.

As Cordelia whimpered and trembled on the bed, Angel rose to his feet, rolling his stiff shoulders and popping his neck. Ignoring his insistent erection, he walked over to the window to stare into the night.

After about fifteen minutes, he heard her rise and pad over to him. Her arms encircled him from behind and for a moment he relaxed into her softness.

"We can't," he replied sadly, before pulling away and walking into the bathroom.

As she heard the lock, bitter tears began to slide down her cheeks, and she returned to the bed to bury her face in her pillow.

As her orgasm rolls through her on a rush of pleasure, Cordelia arches against his talented mouth and moans, a long, deep sound of release. Angel gives her one last lick, then raises his head, as her hands fall from his hair.

Even though she's barely able to breathe and every muscle is quivering, Cordelia manages to cock one eyebrow and murmur, "Did I tell you to talk?"

He shakes his head quickly and she gestures for him to turn around. After he does so, she places one foot on his back and shoves him down, his head just landing on the padded mat. Reaching down, she frees his wrists, then slides her foot down his back until the toe of her shoe nudges against the wide base of the butt plug.

"I want to watch you fuck yourself with that until I tell you to stop," she orders softly.

One hand quickly glides back and wraps around the plug. The other braces against the floor. With a hiss of pain, he pulls the latex dildo nearly out, then thrusts it back inside himself, quickly falling into a fast and hard rhythm.

He does as she commands, and she watches his balls sway heavily between his legs. A tingle of pleasure goes through her, and Cordelia unconsciously begins to caress her breasts, her long fingernails scraping gently against her hardening nipples.

Angel begins to tremble and soft gasps sound from him, but he continues to fuck himself, angling the tip of the plug so it hits his prostate, sending lightning bolts of lust through him. His cock throbs hungrily, but he grits his teeth and controls his desire.

Cordelia begins to pant softly and leans forward to watch his hole open and close around the thick plug. Her juices begin to flow again, and finally, she rises and orders him to stop.

As he rolls over, wincing as his weight drives the plug deeper into his bowels, she straddles his hips and lifts one foot to draw it from the base of his cock to the weeping tip.

She teases him again, the leather hard yet supple against his aching flesh. Helplessly, he arches his hips, rubbing against her foot as she rolls the tip of her shoe down to his balls, then up along the sensitive underside of his cock.

"Punish me later," Angel hisses through clenched teeth. "Just let me come, please mistress, please."

"Oh...alright," she sighs heavily and scrapes the stiletto heel across his slit.

With a howl, Angel erupts, spewing milky semen over her foot and onto his stomach. His body bucks, his hands pound down onto the mat, and he cries her name, as the orgasm drains from him until he collapses, groaning in relief.

"No," Cordelia yelled. "No more." Pushing herself away from him, she rose on shaking legs, trying to ignore the need pulsing through her.

Angel raised a trembling hand to his face and brushed away her juices as he scowled at her. "This is the only way."

"I want you inside me," Cordelia pled. "I want that hard cock you never let me see fucking me."

"We can't," he said, his teeth clenching in frustration, as his cock throbbed behind the tight crotch of his pants.

Yelling wordlessly, Cordelia dove at him, hitting him in frustration and anger and need. Angel tried to grab her without hurting her, but she was maddened with love and lust and sorrow, and pinned him to the floor beneath her.

"God, do I have to tie you down?" she cried, nearly coming at the feel of his hardness pressed between her thighs as she straddled his waist. Her hands found his wrists and pinned them to the floor over his head.

Startled, she looked down at him, then panted softly as erotic pictures formed in her mind. Scrambling off him, she watched him rise and begin to strip off his clothes.

"Tie me down. Use the chains," he said softly, not looking at her as he walked nude towards his bed. When he turned to settle on the mattress, she nearly whimpered at the sight of his erection.

It was much bigger and longer than she had imagined, and the thought of impaling herself on it sent a pulse of desire through her womb.

On auto-pilot, she found the chains in the chest in the closet and chained his wrists and ankles to the rings soldered to the iron posts of his bed. Then she joined him on the bed. Almost reverently she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and then slid her hand up to the slick tip.

"Shh...You're in my power now. You, Angel. Not him. I'm going to fuck you." A smile twisted across her lips and her eyes narrowed. "And if you're really good, maybe I'll let you come."

The masochist in Angel groaned and his cock throbbed in her hand. "Yes, please...mistress."

Cordelia's eyes lit up, and she smirked. "Mistress, hm? Should I punish you for making me wait so long?"

The teasing left her eyes, and she gazed solemnly into his dark brown ones. "Angel?"

"It might...Delia, it might be the only way to be sure. Angelus was never the sub. He won't want to come out this way."

"Oh." Her eyes widened at the implications and a fresh set of tingles went through her. She'd never thought about anything truly kinky, but...

"Anything," he breathed. "Anything you want. I like the pain. I...need the pain."

Releasing his cock, Cordelia glanced around the room, then reached down and pulled his belt from the loops of his pants. As she moved to straddle him, she doubled the soft leather, then smacked it carefully down on his chest.

As a welt formed on his pale skin, Cordelia's breath caught in her throat, and she hit him again, harder.

Reaching between her legs, she guided his cock to her entrance and slowly sank down on him. As he filled her aching passage for the first time, she closed her eyes and whipped him again and his cries of pleasure made her tremble and clench around him.

Cordelia leaned down and pressed a hard, hot kiss to his mouth, then stared into his glazed eyes, whispering, "I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to come, but not you. Got it?"

"Yes mistress," he whimpered, as she rose back above him and began to rock on his cock, driving him deeper into her and rubbing her swollen clit against his pelvic bone. One hand fondled her breasts. The other wielded the belt with enthusiasm if not accuracy.

Wrapping his fingers around the chains, Angel watched the emotions play across her expressive face as she rode him at her own pace and built her pleasure. Each crack of the belt against his chest made him gasp, but he could also feel his demon retreating.

Cordelia's waivery cry of pleasure brought his attention back to their joined bodies, and he arched as best he could, driving his cock deeper into her as she undulated atop him.

With another cry, she dropped the belt and buried her mouth in his throat as her orgasm rolled through her leaving her shaking and sprawled across his chest.

Angel panted her name and then gritted his teeth as her inner muscles fluttered around his pulsing cock.

"Oh...wow..." Slowly Cordelia lifted herself off him and slid down his body to sit across his legs. She looked down and smiled as his cock bobbed wet and needy against his stomach. Reaching for the belt again she made a loop and slipped it over the tip of his erection, then tightened it.

Cordelia looked both intrigued and embarrassed at the thought of purchasing such items, but then turned her attention back to the cock in her hand. She gave a gentle tug on the belt and Angel groaned loudly.

Dipping her head, she ran her tongue along his weeping slit, then loosened the loop in the belt. As Angel breathed a sigh of relief, she slid her mouth down over the mushroom-shaped head, and reached down to cup his heavy testicles in her hand.

As her tongue ran up and down his shaft and she sucked avidly on the head, her fingers tightened on his balls until he yelled in pain and exploded into her mouth.

"Pain and pleasure," she murmured after swallowing as much as she could and lifting her head.

Walking up to Angel's head, Cordelia presents her sticky shoe, and he laps up his cum. Once the leather is clean, she walks over to the chest and rummages through the contents. Over the months since their relationship changed, she has made several purchases at both stores and online. She even joined a private email list for humans in relationships with demons, and learns more every day about the world of sado-masochism.

It has all been worth it. The love that had been slowly growing between them is now a deep and abiding one. Cordelia no longer fears that Angelus will emerge. Instead, a new, brighter and more mature side of herself has blossomed.

Picking up a thick wooden paddle riddled with holes, she turns and points to the vaulting horse. Angel rises gracefully and drapes himself over the padded horse.

"Two dozen for talking out of turn," she says as she reaches his side and worms the plug out of his body.

As Angel sighs in relief, she raises the paddle and cracks it with all her strength across his ass.

Angel howls and Cordelia feels the tingle of desire renew itself in the pit of her stomach.

"Two, mistress," he gasps obediently, his cock, caught between his stomach and the horse, swelling with lust.

If he takes his punishment like a good boy, maybe she'll let him come inside her.

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