Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. I'm only borrowing the characters. All rights go to L.J. Smith, Julie Plec and Kevin Williamson.

A/N: Hello lovely readers! Hope you're all doing fine!

Okay, let's start this. I'm extremely anxious about this because I'm going way out of my comfort zone with this. The title is actually based on One Thousand And One Nights; I'm sure you've heard about Scheherazade at least once in your life, but the similarities stop pretty much there. This will be actually just a bunch of smutty O/S based on Delena. Chapters won't follow the previous ones and can be read in any specific order.

Like I said I've never really written something very smutty, yet, and that makes me nervous. It seems that writing smut isn't that easy. Reading them is one thing, writing them is completely different, well at least for me.

So don't be afraid to let me know what you thought of it. Hope you'll like it!

Eve xo

Warning: This may not be suitable for every readers. (Though I'm sure you've all read things like that in the past anyway.) Mature contains. Blood play (my first vampire Damon story!), a bit of bondage (lightly) and a shower (winking at someone on twitter with the last one)

P.S.: OMG I'm so nervous, it's ridiculous. Still don't know if I publish this on FF or on LJ... Maybe both.

One Thousand And One Delena Stories

The Lovely Punishment

Damon was driving them back silently from the ball they were attending to the boarding house. His eyes were focused on the road and his hands were gripping at the wheel tightly. Elena knew he wasn't pleased with her but he rarely gave her the silent treatment and it worried her.

She sighed deeply leaning back on her seat. She looked by her window. She couldn't really see anything because the night was very dark without the stars and each side of the road leading to Damon's house was filled with trees. He was driving fast so she was staring pretty much at nothing.

The car finally stopped in front of the boarding house. Elena opened her door and unbuckled her seat belt. Damon used his vamp speed to get to her side of his car and extended his hand to help her out the car.

He walked her into the house. He didn't let out a single word, yet. His hand was still holding hers when they climbed upstairs. They entered his bedrooom and she walked to the middle of it and threw her silk shawl on his bed. She turned around to see him leaning on his closed door. His stare on her was intense and it was burning holes on her skin. She crossed her arms on her chest.

"Okay, what's your problem?" she asked him.

Damon pushed himself off the door and made a few steps toward her.

"You want to know what my problem is?" he asked now standing flush in front of her.

Damon slowly pushed her in his bathroom. He back them up with his hands on her hips until her ass was pressed against the cold marble counter behind her. He was looking at her intently; his usual electric charming blue eyes were darkened and his sensual lips maddeningly turned into a dangerous smirk. He was up to something. She knew it. She was in trouble. A delicious trouble.

She returned his smirk by one of her pout she knew that drove him crazy. She bit on her lower lip and gave him her best doe eyes. He almost growled, she almost laughed. One of her hand was gripping the counter behind her while the other was playing with his tie.

His left hand, still on her right hip, slowly slid to her stomach. His fingers traced circles around her belly button over the fabric of her dress. They stopped and he pressed his hand flat against her. He pushed her more roughly onto the counter. It didn't hurt her though. He knew her by heart, he knew every inch of her body and what it could take.

If there was one thing Elena was impressed of, it was Damon's self-control. He wasn't playing soft with her because she was only human. He never got afraid to be rough with her at times and she loved that. Of course he never hurt her. Damon knew he couldn't love her, okay let's just say it, he couldn't fuck her like he would if she was a vampire herself, but Damon never stopped himself from using all the passion he could. And he knew how to use it.

"You've been a very bad girl tonight, Miss Gilbert." he whispered closed to her face.

She could feel his warm breath on her lips and his nose was almost touching her cheek. The hand that was on her stomach went up slowly, excrutiatingly slow over her rib cage. Elena quivered under his touch and she got frustrated when he denied her breasts and went directly brushing his fingers on her collarbone before going for her neck.

His long fingers were stroking the lenght of her neck up and down and gave a slight pressure on her pulse point.

"What have I done?" she asked innocently.

Damon could feel and hear her heartbeat increassing and there was a light flush on her cheek. He was now stroking her hair and he watched her swallow the lump in her throat.

"You disobeyed me tonight." he said in a chiding tone.

Damon pressed his lower body on hers and she gasped when she felt him hardening against her center. She could already feel the flaming heat impregnating her body.

"You danced with Kol."

"Well... You danced with Rebekah. What was I supposed do?" she asked. "I was bored..." she smirked.

Her hand on his white button up shirt glided from his chest to the waistband of his pants before it went lower.

Damon yanked her hand away and with his vamp speed he spun her around so her back was pressed on his chest and her arm was twisted behind her, between them. His other arm was solidly wrapped around her small form keeping her from moving. Elena could see their reflections in the mirror on the wall.

"I think bad girl should be punish. Especially when they're gloating like you." he said hoarsly his lips ghosting on her ear.

Elena was hypnoptised by the image of them in his mirror. She knew he wasn't compelling her. He would never do that, at least not anymore but it was impossible for her to look away. She watched with widened eyes the features of the man she loved changing into the beast she loved as much.

Dark veins appeared under his eyes. His lips parted against her ear lobe and she watched intently his fangs elongating. She shivered when she felt them scrapping the sensitive skin of her neck but he didn't bit her. He smirked on her skin when he saw her pouting.

Damon let go of her arm and he held them each side of her body, drawing circles on her wrists. His fingers then rubbed her arms until they reached her shoulders. Elena didn't dare to move. She was still trasfixed on Damon's vampire features in the mirror.

Before she could even realize it, Damon gripped on her strapless black ballroom dress and tored it to limbs from her body leaving her in her strapless lace bra and matching lace thong.

"Fuck, Damon!" she growled.

His smirk widened and became more cockier then ever if it was even possible. He was so proud of himself. Jerk, she added for herself.

"Mmhmm... Maybe later." he winked.

She scoffed but stopped immediately when she noticed the intensity burning in his eyes. He was glaring at her body through the mirror and she could almost see flames burning in them.

"Do you trust me?" he asked her.

His features softened changing back to his human self while their eyes met in the mirror.

"With my life."

It was all it took for Damon's devilish smirk to come back on his face. He pressed his arousal on her ass and slowly unfastened his tie. He then brought her wrists together behind her back and tied them up. She got tied with a tie. The knot wasn't tight enough to hurt her but she couldn't undo it herself.

"Damon! What are you doi-"

He spun her so fast she felt dizzy and he shut her up with a scorching kiss. If it wasn't for the counter behind her or his hold on her she would have fell on the floor. His lips worked hard on hers, they were devoring her, biting, nibbling and licking. He had one hand holding the back of her head and on on the small of her back just under her tied wrists. She responded to his kiss with the same passion but her tied wrist kept her from touching him and it was infuriating her.

Damon suddendly let go of her and made a step backward. He began to remove his clothes one by one tossing them on the floor. His eyes never left hers when he unbutton his pants and let them fall on his ankles. They were both standing in front of each each other in their underwear. Their gaze became more and more lustful.

Damon grabbed her forarm and pulled her flush to him and gave her another bruising kiss. Elena let out a primal moan and he used the oportunity of her parted lips to thrust his tongue in her warm mouth. His hands stood solidly on her waist keeping her close.

He broke the kiss allowing her to catch her breath. His lips trailed many kisses from her lips to her cheek and to her neck while his hands wandered on her body.

"Damon..." she breathed.

She tried once again to untie her wrist but didn't succeed. This was so frustating, she needed to touch him. Damon now squeezed her butt and picked her up. She kicked off the heals she was still wearing and wrapped her legs around his waist. Elena was glad he held her tight because with her hands in her back she had absolutely nothing to hold on to.

He walked them into his shower. He dropped her on her feet and pushed her against the glass wall before claiming her lips again. She moaned in his mouth and he groaned. He pulled back from her and brushed her hair from her face.

"Are you ready for your punishment, Miss Gilbert?" he smirked dangerously.

His hands on her hips glided over her breasts and squeezed them. He could feel her nipples hardening under her bra. He tored it from her the same way he did with her dress and she giggled.

"Oh,you think this is funny, huh?"

One of is hand slid to her stomach and then lower between her legs to stroke her already wet folds through her thong. Elena couldn't keep the low growl escaping her when Damon hooked his index under her thong and pressed his knuckle on her clit.

"I think you're enjoying yourself too much for this punishment." he started. "I think you need to cool off" he smirked.

He quickly turned the shower on with cold water making Elena squeaking when the cold liquid hit her skin. She wanted to slap him but she couldn't so she kicked him on the shin.

"Very bad move, Gilbert. Kicking a vampire? Tsk tsk..." he shook his head. "You wound me."

Elena pressed her self in the corner of the shower to avoid the cold water but Damon finally turned the hot water on and kept her against the glass. He continue rubbing his finger on her core.

"Please... You're a vampire. You'll heal in three seconds." she giggled.

Damon didn't replied. He only let his features turning back to his vampire one. She knew she was gawking but she couldn't help herself. He was gorgeous. He was God magnificent. It was in moment like this one that she realized how stupid those sparkling things from Caroline's book didn't made any sense. She wanted to touch him so much at this moment, running her fingers on his flawless face and body but she couldn't thanks to his stupid idea of punishing her.

Damon placed his hands on the glass each side of her head and leaned down.

"Do you have something else you want to say to me?" he asked scraping his fangs on her lower lip.

"Yeah... Why are you still wearing your boxers?" she whined.

Damon moved so fast she realized he was completely naked when she felt his throbbing cock nudging her stomach. She got on her tiptoes and ran the tip of her tongue on his lips. When he parted them she took one of his fang between her lips and gently sucked on it. Damon made a noise that sounded like a wild animal and felt all his bloodstream rushing to his already hard erection. Elena raked her tongue on the sharp end of his fang and pierced it, spilling her mouth with her own blood. Damon didn't lose any drop of the sweet nectar. He closed his lips on her tongue and sucked the blood dry.

Damon let his bloody lips glide to her neck. He pierced her soft skin but didn't drink like he usually does. Instead, he gave only one lap at the two tiny holes leaving a trail of blood running down her body to her breast. Damon lower himself to lick a drop of blood on her nipple while he pinched the other one. Elena arched her back giving Damon more access to her breasts while he sucked hard on it. He cleaned the bloody trail away with an open mouth kiss until he reached back her neck.

Damon knelt in front of her and pulled her thong down on her shaky legs. She lifted each one of her feet so he could discard of the tiny piece of lingerie. He grabbed her hips and he kissed her stomach. Elena looked down at the same time he looked up. Their gazes locked and he smirked at her. He continued kissing her stomach, licking around her belly button. Elena closed her eyes and leaned back on the glass wall. The warm water was dripping on them. Her moan turned into a groan when she felt his fangs piercing her skin again. Two more littles holes leaving another trail of blood, this one rolling on her belly and desapeared between her legs.

Damon picked her left leg and put it on his shoulder. She had to jump two times on the other one to keep her balance and Damon chuckled against her center.

"Oh Fuck!" she screamed when he started lapping at her folds.

He steadied her her with his hands on her hips. Damon rolled his tongue around her clit and his right hand was now caressing her thighs up and down.

"Damon..." she moaned. "So good..."

He teased her entrance with his finger and she rocked her hips on his face urging him to continue,

"Uh uh. Not so fast." he said stopping his administration on her.

"Please...Damon. Don't stop." she begged him.

Damon leaned down again licking her juce mixed with her blood and he thought that was the best fucking cocktail he has ever drunk. He could do this over and over again. He felt her leg trembling on his shoulder and he knew he had to make her cum. He thrusted two fingers in her warm heat and started pumping them right away while he kept working her clit with his tongue. He knew she was already close when her walls clutched his fingers. He increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit.

"Damon! Oh God... I'm gonna... Oh fuck!"

She felt like a bolt of electricity hit her through her spine. Damon licked the rest of her juice and slowly made his way up. He cupped her head and kissed her hard. She could taste herself on his lips; her juice and her blood mixed with their saliva. The kiss was intoxicating for both of them.

Her tied wrists were really annoying her now. All she wanted to do was running her hands on him and take him around her fingers but most of all she want him burried deep inside her. She wanted to wrapped her thighs around him and grab his hair while he drank from her neck.

Damon seemed to read her mind because he pressed his hard body on hers. To be honest they both wanted the same thing. He wanted to lost himself inside of her and never find his way back. He growled when she started to grind her body on his and he pushed her back on the glass. She tried to make a step foward but he held her there with on hand. The other one went down his stomach and he gripped his cock solidly.

Damon kissed her again while he teased her entrance with the tip of his cock. Elena wriggled her hips against him.

"Damon, please..." she begged.

He thrusted in her completely in one swift and hard movement. They both hissed in pleasure. He stayed there unmoving for a few second letting her adjust to his size. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around him and he began to move in and out of her in a quick pace.

"Lena... Fuck!" he growled in her neck.

"Oh God... Yes! Don't stop"

They were both close, he knew it. He could feel her walls closing tightly on his cock. Her heartbeat increasing more and more. Her blood pumping faster. The tiny holes on her neck started bleeding again and he lapped on them. He was now pounding maddly into her harder and faster in a frenetic pace.

He reached behind her and tored the tie from her wrists and she quickly grabbed his face and kissed him. Her back was hitting the glass with every thrusts but she didn't care. Elena was hit by her second orgasm, this one even more shattering then the first one.

As Damon came for his own release, he spilled his hot semen into her at the time his fangs pierced her neck again. This time he drank from her heavily. It felt like he was taking and giving at the same time. Elena gripped on his raven damped hair. She didn't had the time to ride out her orgasm before the third one almost made her faint. Damon closed the holes on her neck and reluctantly pulled out of her. He was holding hard on her shaking form. She could barely stand on her feet and to be honest he was proud of himself.

He turned off the shower and gently walked her out of it. He picked up his black robe hanging on the wall and wrapped her in it. Damon scooped her in his arms and brought her to his room. He laid her on his bed and he joined her on it. He was hovering above her. Her eyes were closed and she look pale a little. Has he drank too much? He didn't think so.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. Her eyes fluttered and she smiled at him. She cupped the side of his head and stroked his cheek.

"Hey..." she said and she giggled.

Damon chuckled lightly.

"Hey, yourself."

He turned his head and kissed the inside of her hand. Damon frowned when he noticed the dark red mark around her wirst. He sat back and she knelt on the bed.

"Damon what's wrong?"

"Why didn't you tell me it was too tight."

Elena rolled her eyes at an annoyed Damon.

"Because it wasn't."

"The hell it wasn't." he bit in his wrist. "Here, drink."

"Damon..." she insisted. " If it was too much I would've tell you. You know that."

"I know." he sigh. "Now shut the hell up and drink."

"Yes, Sir." she scoffed.

Elena closed her lips on his wrist and sucked the blood on it while Damon caressed her hair. He watched her pale skin turning back to it's beautiful olive tone and the red marks disapeared along with the bite marks. He felt his groin twitch when she licked her lips and stared at him with fire in her eyes.

"All better, now." she said.

She pushed him on the mattress and crawled over him and straddled his waist. Her hands were each side of his head and she leaned down.

"I think it's your turn to be punished" she whispered in his ear. "You know... For Rebekah..."

"Is that so?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Mmm hmm..."

Elena gently kissed his cheek before she started raining many more on him. She nibbled on his neck for a moment and she heard him groan. She worked her way down slowly, taking her time. She traced the line of his collar bone with her tongue and Damon ran his hand in her damped hair.

Elena was now kissing his chest while her hands gripped on his sides. She swirled the tip of her tongue around a nipple and then blew on it. Damon clutched the sheet with one hand when she bit on it. His other hand was still in her hair when she moved down again. He started to breathe hard in anticipation when her hands were now on his waist and she was kissing each one of his ribs and kept going lower and lower on him.

He lifted himself on his elbow to watch her but his head felt backward when she was getting closer to where he wanted her. She looked up at him and smirked against his stomach. Damon body tensed and his hips jerked up in anticipation... But it never happened.

Elena quickly jumped out of his bed and ran giggling toward his door. She didn't made him very far though. Before she could even touch the door he was in front of her and she bumped into him. She squealed when he threw her over his shoulder and dropped her back on his bed. Damon crawled over her.

"I don't think we were finished." he growled in her ear.

"Yes we were!" she giggled again.

"I thought you were suppose to punish me." he whined.

Elena scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"How in hell would it be a punishment if I didn't stop?"

He only smirked at her before leaning for another kiss.

"So..." he started. "There's another danse next week..." he continued and undid her robe belt.

"Yeah. And?" she breathed when he nuzzled her neck.

"Just clearing up a few things." he said pressing his arousal on her center.

"Oh? Like what?"

Her hands wandered on his naked back.

"You are not dancing with that asshole ever again."

He opened the black robe and looked at her with in a warning way that made her smile.

"Damon. If tonight is how you punish me, I'm definitely dancing with Kol again... And with Finn...And with Elijah... And..."

She squealed when he rolled them out of his bed.

"Damon!"

"I think someone needs another cold shower."

And with her in his arms he rushed them to his bathroom.

The End

A/N: I made it! My first smut! I think it was okay... Don't you think? Oh! I apologize for the tiny snark about Twilight... I like Twilight, actually. I just prefer TVD a lot more :)

Hit me with your review! I was about to say shower me with them but...

Take care!

Eve