None of this belongs to me. It is all a complete work of fiction.
Warning: 18+ Material, language, and smut with some BDSM themes (BDSM in later chapters)
Exhilarated
Chapter 2
It's Monday, and the school bell rings. It's time for Elena to make her way to Damon's house. The rumors appear to be true, as he has boughten one of the largest pieces of property in Mystic Falls.
As she rides the bus, her mind won't stop with ideas of what Damon meant. The way he said mentor, told her that it will be more than just an educational experience. She considers getting off the bus, going home, and denying the mentorship, but the temptation to find out Damon's intentions are too strong to ignore.
As the bus stops, Elena thanks the driver, getting off of the vehicle, she walks the block to Damon's house. There are no houses around, this area of Mystic Falls is very cut off from the rest of the community. Elena feels puzzled by him buying a house here, wouldn't he rather live in Richmond?
Elena arrives at his house not too long after. The mansion is huge, it must have at least eight bedrooms in it. It has a very rustic feel to it. A large, metal, black, gate surrounds the estate, and a muscular man wearing a black t-shirt that says "security" on it, stands in front of it.
The man does not question her appearance on the property, he immediately opens the gate once he sees her, pointing her in the direction of the front door. For only a second Elena hesitates, contemplating turning back around. Back to her completely, utterly, boring life. However it doesn't appear that she has much of a choice as the front door opens, revealing Damon, wearing his usual emotionless expression.
"Come inside." He orders, using a very authoritative tone. Damon doesn't give her time to respond, he turns around, clearly expecting her to follow him. Not wanting to look like an idiot and stand there any longer than she should, she follows him into the house.
The house is filled with dark wood, and old books, paintings. There's more than one fireplace, and the curtains are shut so it gives the house a very dark feel to it. Nothing like she would imagine a politician to live in.
"This is my house. You will come here every day after school, even on Friday's, and if I see fit you might be here during weekends as well." Elena nods, signaling that she's listening, but Damon takes things one step further and asks her "Do you understand?".
"Yes." She nods her head vigorously this time.
"Yes sir?" Damon cocks an eyebrow at her. Elena had no idea he would be so bossy, so high handed.
"Yes sir." She corrects and for the first time he smiles. His smile is beautiful, it makes her heart skip a beat and her knees go weak.
"Good." He compliments before leading her down a hallway. Elena soon finds herself in what appears to be the study. A large oak wood desk sits near the window with a black, leather cushy looking office chair, just waiting to be sat in. Bookshelves line the wall, and two leather chairs sit in front of the desk.
"This is where we will be spending most of our time. I expect you to be here at four in the evening every week day, times may change if I need you on the weekend. Now sit in this chair." He demands. Elena takes a seat in the comfy chair, crossing her legs.
"Are you surprised I picked you, Elena?" He questions, eyeing her curiously.
"I guess so. I thought you would rather mentor someone...with higher grades, honestly." Elena blushes at her honesty. She doesn't often speak of her insecurities, especially not to strangers.
"Good. I don't want someone who's full of himself. Plus, when I mentor someone...I want there to be a challenge. I want to push them past their comfort zone, and teach them something they don't already know." Again, he says these words as if their is a hidden meaning behind them, it's like he's teasing her, taking advantage of her lack of knowledge.
"What exactly will I be learning?" Elena wonders aloud.
"Before I tell you, I need you to promise me something." He leans across the desk, both of his hands flat on the desk as he stares into her curious, brown doe eyes.
"Okay..." Elena's voice is a whisper, with Damon so close to her she feels like she can't breath. His presence is overwhelming.
"No one will ever know about what goes on behind these doors." His voice is sincere, and hard. He means what he says, Elena doesn't want to find out what would happen if she were to break this promise.
"I won't tell anyone. Sir." Elena chokes out. Damon's lips curl up into a devilish smile.
Damon sits back down in his chair, just looking at Elena for a few minutes before asking her "You're a virgin aren't you?". Her eyes widen with surprise. She can't even get any words out so she just nods her head. Her cheeks are flushed with red.
"Don't be ashamed of that. I want you to embrace it." He demands, and again Elena nods.
"No more nodding." He starts, "I want you to speak to me, don't feel uncomfortable around me, if we try something that you don't like, I want you to tell me, not keep quite."
"Yes sir." Elena manages to say, clearing her throat. Elena no longer needs any more explanation. She knows why she's here. There is still hesitation, is this right? Does she truly want this?
"Stand up." He demands, Elena does as he says. Damon stays sitting down. He looks her body over. Her legs that go on for days, the way her shirt hugs her body, showing off her thin waist and toned stomach.
"You're beautiful, Elena." He compliments, amused by how her cheeks turn red again. "Thank you, sir." She says.
"Slowly take off your clothes." He demands. He looks at her with lust as her hand reaches the bottom of her tight, navy blue, t-shirt. Slowly she lifts up her t-shirt, looking at the ground. Damon notices her lack of eye contact, she really is an innocent.
"Look at me." With only a second of hesitation her eyes meet his in a heated gaze. She slips her t-shirt off of her body. Next, she takes time sliding down the zipper on her skirt, her heart feels like it's going to explode as it falls to the ground. Only her bra and panties are left.
Now, Damon stands, walking over to where she is. Elena looks down for only a moment and sees a very large bulge in his pants. She may be an innocent virgin, but she knows what that is. Without any words, without warning, he kisses her. He explores her lips, the sweet strawberry taste of her lip balm. Elena enjoys the way he kisses her, it feels hungry yet slow and sweet. She feels his tongue slide along her bottom lip, it causes her to moan into his mouth, giving him the entrance he desires.
As their tongues connect, Elena's entire body shivers, Damon wraps his hand around her waist to keep her standing. The feeling of his hand on her back causes a feeling of electricity to spread throughout her body, from her toes to her head. Her body heats up, and a need grabs ahold of her.
As their lips separated, Damon uses one finger to tip her chin up, staring into her eyes, "How did that feel?", he demands to know.
"I...I'm not sure how to describe it." Elena feels embarrassed to be asked such a lewd question, and yet excited at the same time.
"Try." He orders.
"It felt...like when your tongue touched mine, it set my nerves on fire...in a good way." She manages to say. Damon seems pleased with her answer, she sees lust in his ice blue eyes, and all of a sudden she notices how the bulge in his pants is pressing against her, so close to touching her panties.
"Good job." He steps away from her. "Now put your clothes back on." He tells her. Elena stands there, clear shock on her face. They're stopping? He notices her expression and smirks.
"That's enough for today. I want to take things at a reasonable pace, not all at once. Today, I explained the rules, I helped you get comfortable around me with no clothes on, and I kissed you for the first time. So put your clothes on."
"Yes sir." Elena slips her t-shirt and skirt back on.
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Elena sits on her window seat in her room. She isn't quite sure how to feel about all of this. In a way, she knows it's not a good idea, however she can't help but feel this strong attraction, pulling her towards him, this desire that won't go away. Even now as she sits on the seat, alone, with nothing but her thoughts.
She pulls out her diary from under one of the pillows, and grabs a pen off her desk. Damon told her to tell no one, he said nothing about writing it down.
Dear diary, it all happened so fast. One moment I'm in my normal, boring life, and then suddenly I crash into this person. This man who I feel pulled towards, and then I find that he somehow feels the same. He wants me. I went to his house today. He kissed me, I was barely clothed, I didn't know kissing would feel so good. He is a very important man, a smart man, a beautiful man, and he's chosen me. He is teaching me something sinful, mentoring me in how to experience and give pleasure. Part of me wonders why, why he doesn't have a wife and children, however when it comes to our situation, I'm not sure feelings are what he wants from me.
She hides the diary under a loose floorboard in her closet, deciding it best to hide it in a better spot. She looks over and eyes her backpack that sits by her desk. If only all that homework would do itself. She huffs as she stands up, pulling out the worksheets. It's time to get back to her normal teenage life. Although the thoughts of what will happen tomorrow, excite her.