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The Deal By Tango EMAIL: tangofic@hotmail.com *** Buffy crossed her legs and planted a calculated glare on the man sitting on the other side of her desk. He smiled charmingly at her as if he had made an appointment, but he hadn’t. He barged in like the rude bastard he was. She fought the urge to snarl in return. “What do you want, Mr. Roarke?” she asked curtly. “I don’t have a lot of time today.” “I want to discuss a potential business arrangement with you,” he said, casting another of his cold smiles in her direction. "I have no interest in having any kind of arrangement with you – business or otherwise,” she snapped. “I’m very busy, so if you’ll-“ “Let’s be frank,” he interrupted. “You are about to lose your house and your gallery. Your finances are on the edge of bankruptcy and I wouldn’t be surprised if you were homeless and jobless this time next month.” Buffy’s eyes widened in response. She tightened her hands on the arms of her chair and stared back at him in silence. How could he possibly know that? No one knew that except Willow and Xander. “I don’t-“ “I have a lot of friends,” he answered calmly. “I know more about you than would probably make you comfortable, Buffy. Now I’ll try to keep this brief.” “I don’t want to hear it,” she growled, clenching her teeth to keep from screaming or crying or both. Angelus Roarke was right. She was on the brink. She was damn near starving to death just to teeter there. In the next month, the bank would probably take the house and the gallery. Her car had already been repossessed. Everything she had left of her mother was going to slip between her fingers and one of the richest men in the world sat across the desk from her. Because she had no other hope, she sat and listened. “I require a new employee,” he said slowly, keeping his eyes on her face. “I want to hire you as my personal assistant.” “Personal assistant?” she asked, her face twisting in confusion. “When I say ‘personal assistant,’ I mean ‘whore,’” he clarified easily. He didn’t so much as blink when Buffy rose from her chair and ordered him out of her office at the top of her lungs. Instead, he smiled at her until she finished screaming. “Now that we have that out of our system, let me tell you the terms-“ “Why are you still here?” she raved. “Get the HELL out of my office!” “I know my plans have come as a shock to you. I understand that, but I will only leave once you listen to what I have to say,” he answered. “Fine,” Buffy snorted, flopping gracelessly back in her chair. “Speak your piece, then get the hell out.” “I’ve gone over your monetary concerns, Buffy, and there is no way that you can dig your way out financial ruin short of a huge loan that you can’t hope to repay or a miracle. Since no sane banker would ever take a chance on you, I am stepping in to be your miracle.” “And what a miracle you are, you conceited fuck,” Buffy growled. “I don’t want you, your money or your body. Get out-“ “I’m not finished,” Angelus crooned, leaning forward. “I will pay off all your existing bills including the mortgages on your house and gallery and any other debt you may be carrying. I will give you an additional sum of one hundred thousand dollars to be paid over the course of one year, equally divided into 52 weekly payments. During that time, you will move into my home and service me sexually. At the end of the year, you will be set free of your obligation with your house and gallery free and clear. “You and I will set the terms on a verbal contract. I will not breach my agreement if you keep your end of the bargain. I will tell no one of our deal except for Wesley Wyndam-Pryce who handles all of my personal affairs.” “Ah, your real personal assistant is a man,” Buffy snorted. “Did you ask him to fuck you too?” “All my employees fuck me,” Angelus said wryly. “Wesley is very trustworthy and will not tell anyone of our arrangement. What you tell your friends is up to you.” “Are you done?” “No. You have two weeks to consider my offer. If you don’t come to me in the next fourteen days, my offer is null and void. Should you accept my offer and later default on our verbal agreement, I will take action to ensure that my money is not only lost to me, but to you. Any questions?” “Fuck you,” Buffy spat angrily. “That’s the idea.” *** The following week, Buffy’s life officially crashed around her. Creditors were calling left and right to collect money she didn’t have, the house sprung a leak in the basement that she couldn’t afford to get fixed. It was only a matter of time before the large puddle in her basement became a lake. Everything was Roarke’s fault, she thought, scowling, as she sat on the basement steps on Wednesday morning and admired her puddle. He was like the Black Plague. The second he walked through the door, everything around him wilted and died. He was a sucking vacuum and when unleashed on humanity, could destroy the entire world. He was also the answer to all of her problems. She released a little sob and pressed her forehead to her knees. She didn’t understand why things had to be this way. She had always been the good girl, done the right thing, tried to do what was best for herself and those around her. The only man she had ever slept with was Riley Finn, her boyfriend of two years. She made him wait for a long time and when she knew she cared about him and trusted him, she let him make love to her. Now she was seriously thinking of giving her body to a man she despised just to save her mother’s gallery. It wasn’t that Angelus wasn’t good looking. The man had the body of a god. He was sexy in a way that made her worry about what she would become if she gave herself to him. He knew he had power with his wealth, looks and intelligence. She didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him. She propped her elbows on her knees and stared into her puddle again. The only way to deal with Angelus was to not trust him, to not be the victim, to not let him destroy every bit of goodness she had inside her. *** Two days later Buffy found herself sitting in Angelus Roarke’s plush office in the rich side of town, sipping a cappuccino. He steepled his fingers in an annoying, overbearing way and waited for her to speak. “No anal sex,” she blurted and then turned bright red. She immediately took a big gulp of the oversweet concoction in her hand only to nearly choke to death on it. She took a deep, shuddering breath and stared him down a bit less sternly than she had before. She cleared her throat. “No anal sex. You will wear condoms and I don’t swallow.” “Thank you for your time, Miss Summers,” he said coldly. “I trust you can see your way out.” “You’re such a fucking asshole,” she hissed. “There are certain rules I will not follow. We will be tested and given a clean bill of health before we begin, but I will not use a condom, there will be plenty of anal sex and I will have the satisfaction of seeing you swallow. If you can’t agree to those terms, then there is no deal. If I wanted to be encased in plastic, I’d have hired an actual whore.” “Fine,” Buffy said, uncrossing her legs and recrossing them nervously. “Two hundred thousand.” “150,” he countered shrewdly. “You are a beautiful woman, but your ass can’t be that good.” “200,” Buffy repeated. “And my ass is that good.” He laughed out loud. He hadn’t done that in a long time and genuinely meant it. Just that small pleasure was worth the extra money. Still chuckling, he nodded. “Deal.” Still smiling, he added, “You will see no other men.” “And you?” “I will fuck everything that comes across my path if I wish. This is about you being mine for a year. For 365 days the only way you’ll come is if I allow it.” “I might be consenting to be your whore, Angelus, but I’m not your slave. And, news flash, I don’t need you or anyone else to come. If you want to fuck everything that moves, that’s your business, but let’s be clear. If you’re with another woman, I will assume I have the night off. If you know ahead of time, you will call and let me know. And there’s no possible way in hell I’ll do a threesome. If you’re going to sleep with other women then you have to wear condoms with them if you insist on not using them with me. And since we’re handling this like a real job, I want 2 days a week off or the weekends – your choice. I also want two weeks vacation.” *** Angelus smiled as she left the room and shifted in his chair. He had been hard as a rock the entire time she’d been in the room. He leaned his head back and looked out the window, smiling. He thought she was going to demand a pension and a 401K before she gave in, but she did give in for a fraction of what he would have paid her. He had lusted after the little golden goddess for over 3 years since he first stepped foot in her mother’s gallery. She was so beautiful and fierce. She knew who he was on sight and snarled at him in the most adorable way, he actually laughed. It didn’t really help his cause. Everyone in Sunnydale knew he was a shrewd businessman and a womanizer. It was no secret that he wasn’t a nice person. He wanted her so badly, he would have paid any price, would have gone to any lengths. As it was, he was partially responsible for her financial problems. He didn’t cause them, but Mr. Anderson at the bank had been very helpful when he instructed him not to allow her to refinance any of her loans and to give her none of the small town leeway he was accustomed to giving. Those small details went a long way in getting him what he wanted. He smiled at Wesley when he strolled in his office without knocking. Wesley was one of the few people who could get away with that sort of insolence. Perching on the edge of his boss and friend’s desk, Wes raised an eyebrow, “So, she agreed, I take it?” “Pay off all her bills immediately, Wes,” Angelus said, still smiling. “Arrange for her payments to be wired to her account every Friday. I had Harmony get her information before she left. She sold out for 200.” “And the rest of the five million you set aside for her?” Wesley said, not showing his surprise. A girl of Buffy’s financial situation should have milked a man like Angel for all his was worth, but she didn’t. That made her stupid, naïve or a good person. He wasn’t sure if she was a little of all three. “Keep it in a savings account for now,” Angelus answered after a long silence. “And I’ll think about it.” *** The following morning, Buffy groggily looked over at the clock as her phone started to ring. The bright blue digital numbers on her bedside clock read 6:35. She groaned as she picked up the phone. “Morning lover,” Angelus said, in his deep, rumbling voice. She shivered, thinking of waking up to that voice in the morning and going to sleep with it in the evening – if that’s even what they were doing. “Angelus,” she snarled back. “Do you have a clock?” “Take a shower, get dressed and come to my home,” he said as if he were instructing his secretary to retrieve a file. “I’ll expect you here before 7 AM. I have a busy day today.” “We haven’t tested for STDs yet and I thought we weren’t starting right away,” Buffy said, trying to keep her voice steady. “I still need to pack and-“ “And you’ll have all day for that,” he interrupted. “I have an appointment this afternoon to get tested and I expect the same of you. We’ll use condoms until the results come back. All of your debts have been paid in full and nearly four thousand tax free dollars in already in your checking account. That’s a lot of cash in a very short amount of time. For that I expect to have your naked ass in my bed in twenty minutes. Don’t be late.” The phone clicked down rudely in her ear and Buffy slammed down the phone, glaring at the handset as if it would benefit from her fury. She was stupid to do this to herself. She was ashamed for how she was dealing with her financial failure, but it was too late now. Sighing, she dialed the number to the bank and checked her new balance. *** Angelus stayed in bed and waited for her to arrive, cock already hard in anticipation. He wanted her and although he hoped for some future with her, he couldn’t allow himself to just start drooling and buying flowers. She treated him like dirt under her feet for years. No matter how kind and charming he was, she treated him like a disease. He had no guilt whatsoever for knocking her down a couple of notches. Buffy arrived with nearly two minutes to spare. Her hair was wet and trailing over her shoulders. She wore no makeup and was dressed in a faded pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. He could roughly make out the outline of her braless breasts through her shirt. “Perhaps I wasn’t clear on what I expect of your appearance,” he said, grinning freely. “You called me out of bed with less than a half hour to get ready so fuck you,” Buffy snarled. “If you expect a beauty queen then you’d better learn to give me advance warning.” “Strip,” he said, lounging comfortably in bed, barely covered by a sheet. Aroused and enjoying himself immensely, he raked his eyes over her. “I want to get a good look at my investment.” Her mouth gaped open for a moment and she stared at him lying in silk sheets like the hedonist he was. She should have expected him to see her naked, but her brain hadn’t made it that far. She had been hoping this little meeting had just been him trying to be annoying or that if they had sex, it would be quick and painless. She was seeing now that he didn’t plan to let her get away with anything easily. Her body was trembling and she fought the urge to burst in tears. What was she doing? Did she actually think she could stand a whole year of being a whore to this man? She hated everything he stood for and she knew by the end of the year, she would hate herself just as much. She squeezed her eyes closed and brought her trembling hands to the hem of her t-shirt. Every movement was achingly slow as if she expected a bell to ring and save her from this hell she had sold herself into. She hadn’t even told Riley yet and she was already disrobing for Angelus. Releasing the breath she was holding, she swept the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor at her feet. “Lovely,” Angelus purred, raking his eyes over her bare breasts. They were perfectly rounded, with beautiful rosy nipples already erect. He licked his lips unconsciously, anxious to take them into his mouth. “Please continue,” he rumbled, knowing his voice was giving away his lust for her, not that the tented sheet was doing anything to hide his arousal. Buffy’s hands slipped down to the button of her jeans and Angelus waited with baited breath. He wanted so badly to see all of her. Her eyes were swimming with tears as she struggled with the button. He snarled in response. He was not going to feel sorry for her. He wasn’t. She had agreed to the arrangement. She knew what she was getting into and emotions and pity were not going to interrupt the bottom line. She belonged to him. He watched her bite her lower lip as she struggled with her jeans. Her hands were shaking. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited. He refused to feel guilty. Refused. She would willingly disrobe for him. He would not feel bad for forcing this on her. Finally, she shimmied the pants down her legs and stood before him in just a pair of white cotton panties. He fought the urge to jump out of bed. Instead, he waited for her to finish. She fumbled with her panties, taking as long as humanly possible to remove them before she stood perfectly nude before him. Buffy tried not to cover her nakedness with her hands. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her body. She wasn’t. Although she wasn’t a supermodel or some voluptuous sex kitten, she knew that it was decent looking. The way his dark eyes smoldered with lust, she would have thought he was looking at someone else. “Beautiful,” he said in his dark voice. She shivered as he pulled the covers back and bared his naked body for her to see. He was firm and muscled and devilishly sexy. Even the way he moved was predatory as he stood up from the bed and crossed the room. Despite every attempt, she couldn’t take her eyes from the big, hard cock that stood out from his body. “How many men have you fucked, Buffy?” he asked boldly as he flattened his hand on her bare belly. “How is that your business?” she snapped, eyes blazing in irritation. “I could have been with every man in Sunnydale and it wouldn’t concern you.” “Considering your job description, I think it does concern me,” he answered, moving his hand up to trace her nipples gently. He watched them harden with a slow smile. “I want to know who else has been inside you,” he asked huskily. “Riley Finn,” she said hoarsely, her eyes filling with tears again. “My boyfriend of two years.” “Do you love him?” Angelus asked, still caressing her breasts. She brushed his hands away and stepped back. “If you insist on asking me questions about Riley, then I don’t want you touching me when you do. For the record, he’s someone I love and trust – two things I will never say of you. Now if you want me to be your whore, then fine, but you can’t buy my heart…or my soul.” “You don’t make the rules, I do. I may not be able to buy your heart, but I own your body,” he growled back. He moved back to the bed and lounged on it. “Come here.” “I hate you,” she sniffled as she moved forward to comply. He gestured her forward until she was lying back on the bed at his side. Smiling carnally, he opened her thighs and looked down at her sex, already moist and ready, despite her arguments. She crossed her arms nervously over her chest and looked away as he took his time admiring her. He seemed to have no issue whatsoever with the fact that she was obviously uncomfortable. No one but Riley had ever seen her like this and she shuddered at the thought of having to explain this to him. What reason would she tell him that she was ending their fairly happy relationship to move in with Angelus Roarke? “Look at me,” Angelus said and Buffy snapped her eyes to his. She wasn’t going to let him make her into something she would hate. She promised herself that even as she laid spread before him. This was only a year of her life and after that she was going to move on and start over. “What?” Buffy huffed in impatience when he didn’t speak right away. He was making her nervous. Instead of just attacking her and fucking her into the mattress, instead of shoving that big cock of his into her at the first chance, he was dragging it out and it was making her crazy. “I want you to look at me when I touch you,” he said, his lips spreading in a slow, crooked grin. He unfolded her arms from her chest and moved them aside, before he crouched over her and kissed her. He nipped leisurely at her lips until she opened for him. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and kissed her long and slowly while he pressed their bodies together. He groaned into her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck and responded eagerly. He knew she fit him perfectly already and he hadn’t even taken pleasure in her body yet. He wanted to keep her right there, wrapped up in the moment, so he kissed her harder as he reached between her thighs and slipped two fingers into her wet heat. She mewled into his mouth as his fingers entered her, writhing against him as he used his thumb to rub her clitoris, teasing her until she was panting into his mouth. He knew what she wanted. Gods knew he couldn’t wait to bury himself in her dripping sex. He wanted to know what it felt like to have her incredibly tight, wet heat spasming around his length, but he waited. He wanted to make a point and he didn’t care if he had to miss every meeting that day to get it across. He planned to get just what he wanted from her and he planned to get it a lot. He worked her up to the edge three times only to keep her from going over. She was panting and writhing against him. Her skin was flushed and her hair was spread across the pillow in a wild disarray. She was so beautiful. “Angelus,” she groaned, pressing against his hand. He smiled down at her, waiting with patience that was quickly growing thin. “You’re a bastard,” she whimpered. “You have no idea,” he said, leaning back on the pillows. “Time to go.” “Go?” she sputtered, trying to catch her breath. Her thighs were trembling from a release she hadn’t yet had and her whole body felt tight and achy, primed for a climax she hadn’t reached. She bit into her jaw to keep from saying something she would regret…like “Fuck me now.” “Yes,” he said, rising casually from the bed as if he weren’t hard as a rock. “I have a meeting in a half hour. As much as I would love to have you on your pretty little knees deep throating my cock, I don’t have time.” She made a shocked sound and he turned to face her. “I’m sure Riley didn’t fuck you like I intend to,” Angelus said, leaning back against his chest of drawers. “Let’s lay down the rules quickly so I have time to shower. I expect you to be enthusiastic in our time together despite how you might feel about me. You don’t have to like me but you do have to obey me and pretend you respect me, at the very least, in mixed company. You will be at my disposal when I wish it no matter what your other plans are. I will not cause you pain that will not ultimately lead to pleasure and I won’t abused you unduly. I like to play, Buffy. I don’t mind you being angry and I don’t care if you hate my guts, but watch how far you go. I can make your life a living hell.” “Too late,” she sneered, standing up to retrieve her clothes. “Are you always this much of an asshole?” “No, sometimes, I’m worse,” he said, strolling to the Master Bath, “Expect a moving truck at your home at 4 to pick up your things. I’ll see you at 7 PM for dinner. Wear a dress.” Home - Navigation - Affiliates - Random - Fanfiction - Links - Updates - About
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