The year was 1864.
Damon Salvatore was sneaking around the house, his destination never leaving his mind. Katherine Pierce had summoned him to her room after dinner, but for some reason wanted him to wait until everyone in the house was asleep to come.
He wondered what she could want with him at this hour. Sure, they'd had a lot of... suggestive encounters in the past, but this was the latest they'd done something and he was curious. Was it something special? he thought to himself. Guess i'll find out soon enough.
When he reached the room, he thought about knocking but decided against it. She usually knew when he was there, like she had a sixth sense or something just for him.
Even though, pushing the door open slowly, he whispered "Miss Katherine? It's Damon."
"I know...come in." he heard her say. So he did just that, closing the door behind him.
When he turned to her his breath caught in his throat.
She was sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs crossed in front of her, but her outfit - or lack thereof - was what made him sweat. She was dressed like a world class prostitute, not a respectable ward of the house Salvatore; as if she ever acted like one around him anyway.
She seemed to notice his quickening heart beat, because seconds later a smirk lined her mouth. "Is something wrong?" she questioned, a somewhat innocent look in her eyes.
Damon cleared his throat, knowing he'd given himself away already. "No...just...what are you wearing?" he asked, surprised by the airy quality of his voice. He noticed that it was suddenly much hotter in the room.
"Does it make you nervous?" she asked, shifting so that more of her cleavage was visible.
The 23 year old didn't know what to say. Hell yeah was the obvious truth, but did he want her to know what he was feeling? As if she didn't already notice.
"No.." he lied, knowing she'd see through it.
"Good." she smiled as if he'd said yes. "It'll make our activity much more fun."
Activity? "What activity?" Damon asked as she stood up and stalked towards him.
His heartbeat was in his ears and soon so were Katherine's lips. He stood impossibly still, not knowing what to do.
"Do you have a problem with blindfolds, Mr. Salvatore?" the dark haired girl whispered sensually in his ear, leaning away slowly.
Damon's eyes followed her lips as he wondered how two little things could cause so many things to rise up in him. "Not particularly." he replied, his voice just as quiet.
She didn't reply; just pulled a long piece of fabric out of her bosom and moved behind him.
Not even a moment later, it was wrapped around his eyes and the world was dark. Katherine tied it behind his head and kissed the back of his neck once, satisfied when he tensed up.
Being blindfolded was unfamiliar to him, but his nervousness had already reached new levels, most likely due to him compensating for not being able to see.
"Do you trust me?" Katherine asked all of a sudden. Damon's head snapped to the direction of her voice, on his right side now.
"Yes." he said without hesitation. With Katherine, uncertainty only made him want to do more.
A sudden hand on the small of his back sent chills down his spine as Katherine guided Damon to the bed and laid him down on his back. He surpressed several sighs, all the light touches leaving him longing. Yet and still, he knew he wouldn't be waiting long.
The next thing he knew, Katherine was straddling him, holding his wrists above his head. "From this point on, you are too address me as Miss Katherine. Is that clear?" she asked, a demanding quality to her voice.
He nodded "Yes."
And then her hand was against the growing bulge in his pants and he couldn't help but gasp.
"Yes who?" Katherine asked, her lips closer to his ear than before.
"Yes, Miss Katherine." he managed to get out.
"Good." she replied, satisfied and let go of his wrists.
He couldn't see what ahe was doing, but whatever it was didn't take very long. He heard rustling and then she was gently moving his wrists to the headboard posts, using pieces of fabric to tie them there. He tried to move slightly, but it was in vain; she had restrained him.
"Does this excite you, Mr. Salvatore?" she asked in a sensuous manner.
Very much so it did. Having his arms restrained meant not being able to channel his pleasure to anything such as the sheets or Katherine's body.
The pleasure would engulf him.
"Y-yes, Miss Katherine." he admitted, his breaths coming out faster as Katherine's soft hands ran down his body and stopping at the waistband of his pants.
Before he could ask what she was doing, she was easing them off his hips and he sucked in a breath, blood rushing to his cheeks.
He'd never been naked in front of a woman and this wasn't just any woman: this was Katherine - the one he'd come to love.
A feeling of vulnerability washed over him.
She must have picked up on this because her hand found his cheek and carressed it in a comforting manner. "Don't be embarrassed," she soothed. "Your body is beautiful."
A small smile crept to his lips. No one had ever called him that before.
But he couldn't dwell on that for too long because out of nowhere a finger as light aa a feather - and as delicate - trailed down his aroused length and he let out a breathy moan.
"Are you a virgin?" Katherine asked all of sudden. Something in her voice told him to tell the truth.
Instead of saying anything he bit the inside of his cheek and nodded.
"Are you ready to give yourself over to me?" Her finger touched his lips as he parted them, not knowing how to respond.
He wanted her - God he wanted her - but was he really ready to let her have him?
Even thought he hadn't known her for the longest time, he did love her-
His thoughts were interrupted when he let out a louder moan, this time from Katherine's hand, now wrapped around his arousal.
"Yes-" he was drowning in his own drunken lust for Katherine. He wanted her to have her way with him. "Yes I'm ready."
"I knew you couldn't resist." She approved seductively.
She touched her lips to his and they met in a heated kiss, which Katherine moved ever so slightly back from, just from the satisfaction of seeing Damon arch up to meet her lips.
He wished she'd stop teasing him. He desperately wanted her and was becoming impatient.
But then she was kissing him passionately and his eyelids were fluttering at the contact their groins were making and he knew she was about to rock his world.