CHAPTER 1

Damon groaned as he started to come back to reality. His head felt like it had been used as a battering ram. Everything was blurry as he tried to open his eyes, so he shut them again, trying to squeeze out the pain radiating from the back of his head. He tried to examine the back of his head when he realised that his hands were tied down. His eyes sprang open again, trying to figure out what was happening. He blinked rapidly trying to clear his vision when he heard a snort from behind him. He groaned in pain as he tried to tilt his head back to see who was there. He took in how his wrists had been manacled to the floor he was lying on as he stretched out his neck in vain. He was somewhere dark and dusty. A cellar? A dungeon? He sighed dramatically trying to sound bored enough to entice a response from his captor. He had been tortured before so he knew the usual drill. He listened calmly for movement and smiled to himself when he heard tell tale footsteps approaching. He tried to appear as casual as possible as he looked up into the captors' face.

"Barbie Klaus! You know if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." He smiled sweetly at her and she glared down at him unimpressed. She snorted at him again.

"Oh I am going to do a lot more to you than tie you up Damon." She said, checking his restraints slowly with her feet.

"Ooh. Kinky!" He smiled again, ensuring to moisten his lips as she bent down closer to his face. He knew she wanted him. She was easily manipulated and he knew how to use his charms against her. You didn't walk around with this face for over 160 years and not understand the effect it had on women. Her eyes were drawn to his lips as he ran his tongue over them. Her pupils dilated. She reached down to stroke the side of his face gently as her expression softened. She looked back up to his eyes again.

"We are going to have fun you and I." She said dreamily, eyes lustful. She straddled him suddenly and kissed him sweetly, still stroking his face. Damon tried his best not to tense under her touch, but it was difficult not to pull on his restraints with the way she was moving on top of him. Sex with her was fun, but he didn't want her now.

"You know we could have so much more fun if I could touch you." He whispered seductively and wiggled his eyebrows at her. She sat up with a laugh and placed her hands on his chest, pushing him into the floor with such strength he coughed a little at the pressure in his lungs, eyes wide and wary of her. He knew she could snap him like a twig if she wanted.

"That's what I like about you Damon. You are always thinking about pleasure, never mind any consequences, no matter who you hurt in pursuit of it."

"Oh come on, I couldn't have hurt you that bad." He coughed slightly as she released his rib cage from the floor.

"You used me to crawl inside of my head. That's not very gentlemanly." She pouted mocking him.

"Who said I was a gentleman?" He said, trying to regain some of his cocky equilibrium. He shivered and groaned quietly as she leant towards his face again, taking time to grind against his pelvis enough to get his body to react underneath her. His lips parted as he watched her, wondering what she was going to do. Pain he could endure, but this was weird. He needed to provoke her to start getting the torture underway. He knew she would get bored eventually, after all she wasn't Klaus. Klaus could gladly entertain torturing someone indefinitely, but he knew Rebekah had too much humanity still lurking within her for that much savagery. She smiled excited, which made his heart rate speed up in anticipation as she lowered her head to his ear.

"I'm going to enjoy crawling inside of you." She whispered, making him shudder in response to her proximity and pull at his arm and leg restraints again. She placed her lips at his neck and he tensed as she took in a deep breath of his scent. He smelled of expensive cologne, bourbon and fear. Yes he was scared of what she might do. She smiled against his skin as she sank her teeth in slowly, taking care to make it feel as painful as possible to him. His skin was soft and silky as he struggled, gasping in pain. The paleness of his neck was interrupted by the flood of red fluid now cascading down onto his collarbone. She licked her tongue up his neck experimentally, enjoying the cashmere texture of his skin as he moaned a strangled sound somewhere between pain and pleasure. This was how she was going to break him down. He walked the line between these two sensations and she was going to test how far he could be pushed in either direction.

He was strong and she liked how he kept pulling to break free from the manacles. His muscles rippled from the strain and she found herself ripping open and discarding his shirt so she could trace the curves of his chest. He stared at her confused and needy, eyes black from the sensation of her feeding from him. Blood sharing in this manner was intensely erotic for vampires and his libido was so over-inflated all of the time, she knew it was his biggest weakness. She would have fun playing with that fact. She sank her teeth back into his neck again, making fresh wounds and began to drink fully from him. He tasted sweet and spicy as he began to grind his hips up into her. He would make such an attractive pet. Maybe she would just drain him till he didn't have the energy to be a smart ass anymore and compel him to be her sex slave. She slowly smiled as he writhed in pleasure under her, believing that he might even enjoy such an existence.

Damon's head was spinning as he tried to gasp for air, trying to hold onto control of his body, but he knew it was useless. The combination of her stroking him, sitting on top of his groin and drinking from him rendered his self control moot. He closed his eyes as he felt the waves of orgasmic energy roll over him, unable to move or run from it. He was feeling weaker now and knew that he wouldn't stay conscious if she were to drink much longer.

"Stop." He whispered, realising that that was the extent of his control over his vocal chords at the moment. Rebekah lifted her head and looked down into his face satisfied. He opened his eyes and searched her face groggily. If he were human he would be dead from the amount she had taken from him.

"Too much?" She asked sweetly but her expression was predatory and cruel. He frowned trying to find his voice again. "I like you like this. All weak as a kitten, begging me not to hurt you." She broke into a huge smile, as she licked the traces of blood left on his neck. If only he didn't heal so quickly. She'd like to leave some wounds on him, mark him in a permanent way. He turned his head to the side to get away from her mouth, giving a pathetic last pull on his arms before sinking into the floor.

"I never beg." He rasped angrily but exhausted and she laughed again, getting up from his lap and standing to look down at her prize.

"We'll see about that."