Title: Confessions of a Baby Vampire
Part: Three of ?
Author: Roguie/SunSpecOps
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon/ Elena
Rating: M – harsh language, explicit sexual situations (solo and pair), and a little bit of creativity to spice it all up – iow: blood play, because damn it, these are vampires! Not safe for work or kiddies.
Spoilers: Up to and including Graduation.
Summary: The Boarding House is feeling a little full these days, forcing Damon to dip into his endless well of creativity to see that Elena's dreams come true. Spans the summer post Graduation.
Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries quite obviously don't belong to me, I just like to borrow the characters and mutate their inner voices. Please don't sue, my house is small, my car is useless and my dogs are pains in the arse, but they're all I have.
A/N: This particular story will be my Damon/Elena smut sandbox for the twenty weeks between now and the premiere, and as such, each chapter from here forward will be at its highest rating. Please remember, reviews are gold, and I'm just a poor girl, please don't forget to donate. I'm not shy, please don't be shy around me. :)
A/N2: Apologies on the delay this time around; I try to keep updated once a week, but well, life, holidays, work, birthdays, etc etc etc. You readers are still brilliant! I'm sorry I've not had the chance to respond to reviews personally, I swear I will do this time around, but again, I blame time. Please keep sending me your ideas for fantasies; for those of you who wanted a bit of bondage… this one is for you! For those of you wondering, the final two chapters are actually already written out (I really haven't been lazy these last two weeks!)… so we need 15 fantasies to fit in between! Well technically 14, since I'm half way through writing the next chapter as well. :) Anyhow, I hope everyone continues to enjoy, and honestly, I can't wait to hear from everybody as to what y'all think!
A/N3: This chapter is nearly 10k words… and it's nearly 3 in the morning. I may have missed a correction or two – I can't really say, I'm not sure why I've written each word three times in a row… :P
~~~VV~~~
Possessiveness had always been a huge part of Damon Salvatore's nature. There weren't a lot of things in this world he wanted for, most had been provided throughout his longer than average life and greater than average access to funds, but the things he did want, he worked his hardest to achieve, honestly. As such, when four in the morning came around and he found himself awake in his bed, lying next to the one thing he'd worked and waited the longest for, he was hard pressed to force himself out from under the covers.
She lay around him, one hand across his chest, her lips pressed against his shoulder, moving softly as she dreamed. Her legs lay tangled within his, her breasts alternately warmed and cooled his arm as she breathed in slowly, her vampiric nature not enough to stop the involuntary reaction that kept her so very human. Her hair concealed her face, tickling his nose and lips, fanning out around them in an aura of innocence that threatened to break his heart. Together, in this room, in this bed, they were a single entity; it went against every bone in his body to put that to an end, but if he wanted to preserve their future, he had no choice.
With gentle fingers he moved her arm, sliding out from under her grasp, replacing his chest with his already warm pillow under her head to keep her comfortable. He groaned with the unfairness of it all as she shifted, the sheets slipping down her body as she turned over, her back a bare expanse of olive flesh that practically begged his lips to travel the distance of her spine. For a moment he wavered, standing at the side of his bed, eyes glued to the tiny little crevice in her back where the sheets began, tempting him with just the top curve of her ass. It would take very little to tear those sheets back, leave her laying unprotected beneath his hungry gaze; it would take even less to tease her awake. They'd had very few opportunities to come together, he and Elena; he'd give his left thumb to be given the time to explore her completely. Even their first night together they'd not taken the time he wanted so badly, and now, he was left nearly paralyzed with the overwhelming desire to be selfish.
Every inch of her practically screamed to be touched; he could almost taste her as he laved his tongue over her too sensitive ankle, making her jerk sharply away and moan achingly at the same time. He'd move on only when she'd dig her nails into his sheets and her teeth into her bottom lip as she'd struggle not to groan and give him exactly what he wanted. He'd trail his lips softly up the back of her calf, his tongue leaving a warm, damp path on her skin that would cool only when he dipped behind her knee, shocking her with the flood of moisture that would fill her body and wrap him in a scent that would push him that much further out of control. She'd whine in frustration when his lips would travel only so far up her thigh before swiftly switching to her other leg and begin the long, slow trip a second time, driving her mercilessly to a peak he'd not yet let her crash over. He knew how wet she'd be for him, and even now, standing three feet away and staring at her, he knew exactly how she'd smell, how deeply she'd crave him, and how much pleasure it would give them both the moment he'd deny her. He'd move his warm lips to her ribs, kissing each one slowly and individually, testing every inch of her flesh to ensure it all tasted exactly like Elena.
He panted softly, his normally slow heartbeat now thundering in his chest as he watched her sleep, his hand finding his aching cock and squeezing it lightly, providing him very little relief as his jaw clenched against action. One task, one tiny little task was all that was required of him, and then he'd be free to join her in their bed and drink from her until dawn.
That thought was enough to snap back a tiny bit of his control, enough that with a tight squeeze to his heated flesh he was able to pull on a pair of dark slacks before reaching into the nightstand drawer and slipping out the tiny leather bound journal that haunted him every moment Elena was in this room. Tonight, he was able to write off the scent of ash and ruin by explaining that it was coming from the bag at her side of the bed; she'd not yet had the courage to open the bag of memories, but he had no doubt her strength would return with the morning's light and she'd empty the bag faster than a kid on Christmas. Once the bag was empty and the treasures found their designated safe spots in his house, the tell-tale scent of smoke coming from his nightstand drawer would ruin everything.
It was with great regret he stepped out of their bedroom and into his dark hallway, taking care to make no sound as he slipped down to the library, turning on one low light as he searched for the perfect hiding spot for the leather clad pages of insight into his beautiful girl's thoughts. The truly terrifying part of it was how her words called to him, even now, while he was anxious to return to her arms, and he couldn't stop himself from settling down into a leather chair, if only for a moment, to indulge in one more passage.
February 1,
As a human I feared compulsion like nothing else. It scared me to no end that if a vampire wanted me to do something, I'd have no choice but to bend to his will. I wore vervain, I drank it, I put it in my food and ate it as often as I could bring myself to just in case one day I'd need to keep my thoughts my own.
Pretty ironic considering the sire bond situation I'm in now.
No one thinks my thoughts are my own, no one trusts that my feelings are my own. I've told them all over and over that no matter what they think, I've loved him for longer than I've been dead; instead of trusting me at my word, they tell me that's the bond talking and I don't know what I'm saying. Even Damon's fallen under the sire bond spell, and I think that's the worst part of it all. He's so focused on what he could say, he's not saying anything at all. I'm left dealing with it alone. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
I've tried everything I know how to do to get him to listen to me. I've begged. I've cried. I've torn my own heart out and laid it at his feet, but he still pushes me away. I know he loves me, I won't question that for a second because I don't believe there has been a second in the time we've known each other that he hasn't loved me. It's ridiculous to think that if I'd just said something six months ago, if I'd just let him past the walls I'd built to protect my heart, we wouldn't be in this situation. He'd know how much I loved him and that anything he accidentally told me to do wouldn't be any worse than compelling me to forget the first time we'd met, or his love for me.
The only aspect of free will I lost when I turned was my ability to choose. Not for me, my choice is made; I'll scream it from the top of Mystic Falls if I'm ever given the chance, but for everyone else around me. They treat me like an invalid, like every decision I make requires talking through, analyzing, and possible medication. Everyone thinks I belong in a padded cell until they find a way to sever my connection with Damon, and that's the last thing I want in this world. So yeah, my free will is a thing of the past, but only because they made it so.
I can't even begin to explain.
Whereas compulsion used to terrify me, the sire bond doesn't, not even a little bit. I can't make him understand that I don't care if he has the ability to control me; I know he wouldn't do that to me. Compulsion was terrifying only because it could have been any vampire at any time; Katherine, Klaus, Kol, Sage, Rebekah... they couldn't be trusted. Hell, half the time, Stefan couldn't be trusted. I wore my vervain like a shield against the unknown, not against Damon, not after Atlanta. Sometimes... sometimes I remember wishing he'd compel me, that if he'd just take the lead, if he'd just force my decision, everything would be easier. He could have made me choose him at any time and I would have had no choice, but he waited until I came to him. How could he possibly think being bound to him could change me, change us in any way?
If it's sex he's worried about, then I just wish he'd get it out of the way. He doesn't realize that there isn't anything I would deny him when it's just the two of us. We could have made the bond something fun between us, made it something meaningful, instead of this stupid fracture that we can't seem to close.
I think he panicked before he was even able to see the possibilities of what we could have done, could have been, and still could be if given the chance; that alone speaks volumes of how deeply Damon cares. I just wish he'd break through the fear and give us a chance again.
He's always wanted control, always struggled for dominance.
I would have given it to him gladly.
If he hadn't sent me away. If he'd ever answer my calls.
Stupid sire bond.
~~E
Damon winced as he read her bitter words, and then chuckled softly, shaking his head. Leave it to Elena to over analyze the situation. He had to step back; he had to make sure she was coming to him of her own free will which meant waiting until the sire bond had dissolved. The one thing Damon would never again do was find himself emotionally involved with someone who felt nothing for him in return. Katherine had taken the 146 years he'd given her and had returned nothing. He had to be sure with Elena; the moment he stepped across the last of their boundaries was the moment he'd give himself to her for life.
With a vampire, life was a very long term to commit to sharing.
Quickly, he rescanned the passage, running over the words with a gentle thumb, his lips curving into a smirk.
So, little Elena thought it could be fun if he were to have all the control.
She'd give it to him willingly, would she?
Damon chuckled to himself, shaking his head as an idea for his next dip into Elena fantasy land began to take shape. Maybe he couldn't compel her, or use the sire bond against her anymore, but that didn't mean he didn't have a few tricks up his sleeve.
He'd been around a long time, after all; he hadn't always been on his best behavior.
~~~VV~~~
It was almost dawn before he made his way back to their bedroom, his plans for later already coming together. It was astonishing how much he could get done in the two hours before the sun rose when he had endless amounts of money and absolutely no shame. Throughout the day little boxes would be arriving; three would be addressed to him and one would be addressed to Elena. All he needed to do now was bribe Jeremy to leave the house and convince him to take the ghost of Christmas past along for the ride.
He let his slacks drop to the floor before sliding between the cool sheets, brushing a lock of Elena's soft hair from her face when she turned towards him, reclaiming her position against his chest.
"What time is it?" she queried quietly, not bothering to open her eyes.
"Too early to matter," he murmured back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, settling her against his body more comfortably.
"Where'd you go?"
He grinned in the pale light of the morning, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"You didn't kill Jeremy did you?"
His grin widened when he heard only tease in her voice, no suspicion. "Nah, didn't want to kill him in his sleep, and it seemed like too much effort to wake him up. Kid sleeps like the dead."
To give her credit, he honestly didn't see the pillow coming for him until she'd managed to hit him in the face, propping herself up on his chest to glare down at him. "Damon, that isn't funny. Don't make jokes like that."
He held his hands up and cocked an eyebrow at her, shrugging softly. "Hey, no offense intended. We're all dead around here. No judgment."
Elena groaned and shook her head, "You're horrible."
"By your own words, I'm a terrible person."
"Don't throw that back at me, Damon. I didn't have a lot of time to think about what I was going to say."
"And that was the best you could come up with? You're a terrible person?" His lips twitched as he struggled against the grin that threatened to break the serious glare he was attempting to impose on her.
"I didn't say that. I said you've been a terrible person, and you have to admit, year over year, it's more true than not."
"You've been a little terrible too, missy. Kind of goes with the package. Youth. Immortality. Bad choices."
"I told you I loved you, let's not forget that part."
"What did I say? Bad choices."
"Damon, it's too early for this!"
"Fine. I'll let you go back to sleep under one condition."
"What?"
"Say you belong to me tonight." His grin was incorrigible now, spreading across his face as he softly stroked her hair, avoiding her direct gaze.
"What's the catch?" Her eyes darkened as she leaned back, taking in his dancing eyes and upturned lips.
"No catch. Just, you belong to me tonight. Just think of it as revisiting the sire bond for a little bit. Or not. Whatever floats your boat."
She caught her lip between her teeth, weighting her choices silently. "And if I don't?"
"You'll miss out on all the fu-un," he sang teasingly.
"You put sire bond and fun in the same sentence, you can't blame me if I'm a little hesitant."
"Please?" He put on his most innocent expression, belied by his sparkling eyes but still next to irresistible, all things considered.
"Damon..."
"Just for the night, Elena, it's not like I'm asking you to wear a collar and parade around town with me holding your leash. Although..."
"Fine!" She cut him off sharply before he could go any further, her cheeks turning red in seconds as she glared at him with slightly glassy dark eyes. "I belong to you tonight." She jabbed him in the chest pointedly, meeting his gaze with her strong glare. "Tonight. In this house. No one else around. No surprises."
He caught her hips and flipped them on the mattress, nuzzling himself down so that he was cradled against her body, his lips immediately finding the soft flesh of her throat, softly kissing and licking the skin closest to his teeth. "I'll agree to three out of four of your demands." She felt more than saw the grin that took over his features a moment before his fingers found the wet heat between her thighs and all rational thought flew out the window. "You'll have to guess which three."
"Damon!"
Anything further she had to say, any greater argument she could formulate was lost the moment her body betrayed her under the control of his demanding lips and insistent fingers. Rather than press the issue, she allowed his large hands to spread her legs wider, gasping as first one, then a second finger slipped into her depths, turning any words she could fathom into a series of soft, desperate moans.
Knowing what he had planned for her that night made it impossible to resist the soft whimpers that escaped from her lips and within seconds, Damon buried himself to the hilt in her pulsing core. Tonight, he'd take the time to explore her body, find every single erogenous zone she possessed, and cover every inch of her delectable flesh in kisses and bruising bites, but this morning, now? All he cared about was release, hers and his own, and he chased it without second thought. They came apart together, her nails digging into his back, his into her hip and his own headboard. It was fast, hard, and dirty; their bodies slid against the others as sweat made friction next to impossible; their hearts beat an untamed rhythm and their lungs filled with gasps of unnecessary air while they stay locked in each other's embrace, blue eyes locked with brown, self-satisfied grins pulling up both sets of lips. When he finally moved to the side, Damon pulled her down to him, resting her head against his chest while they cooled off, cooled down, came down.
"Hey, y'know, I was so busy kissing you after you told me I was a terrible person that I forgot to tell you something."
Instead of a groan, he was rewarded with a giggle and a roll of her eyes as she propped herself back up to look at him again. "Yeah, what's that?"
"I love you, too"
"Bad choices."
He grinned in the pale morning light, closing his eyes and letting himself relax into a few more hours of precious, uninterrupted sleep. "Yeah, but at least this one isn't going to hurt you."
"Much?"
"Ever."
~~~VV~~~
Damon listened carefully throughout the day as the doorbell rang an extraordinary amount of times. The first time, he could practically hear the curiosity rolling off Elena in waves as she answered the door, the delivery man handing her a small box and requesting her signature as a legal resident of the household. He listened as she shook the box, trying to guess the contents as she came into the library without knocking, her head cocked to the side.
"Did you order something?"
Damon shrugged quietly, outwardly showing absolutely no interest in the brown paper wrapped object in her hands. "Who knows? Just throw it on the desk; I'll open it later."
His utter façade of blasé worked for the first two deliveries. When the door closed after the third delivery man left, he barely had time to glance up from the book he was reading before Elena was in the doorway, her hip cocked, her hand resting on it pointedly as she waved the newest box in his direction.
"Damon, this is ridiculous. What are you up to?"
"I believe I promised fun tonight. Of course, if you truly want to ruin the surprise, go ahead. I give you full permission to open that box."
As expected, Elena sighed, dropping the box on a table and leaving the room, grumbling so quietly under her breath that even Damon wasn't able to hear her mumbled words.
When the fourth box arrived just as the sun was setting in the distance, she was half way to the library before she realized that the package was addressed to her. Damon couldn't help but grin the moment her heart skipped a beat and she caught her breath as she came to a full stop in the middle of the hallway. He closed his eyes, imagining her standing there, tipping the box over in her hands, examining it from all angles as she decided whether to open it there or in the library where he'd hidden throughout the entire day.
"It's yours to open, Elena, no guilt necessary." He spoke clearly, knowing very well she could hear his every word.
"You're an ass," she grumbled, even while he listened to the tell-tale tearing of the brown paper wrapping and the drop of a box lid to the hallway floor. Her surprised gasp followed momentarily, and Damon breathed in deeply, wishing he could see her face as she drank in the sight of the tiny scrap of silk that lay within the layers of tissue paper that lined the package.
"I know." He replied, no apology in his voice.
He stuck his head out in to the hallway, grinning at the expression on her face as she let the extraordinarily soft silk flow between her fingers.
"Do you like it?"
Elena gaped at the little piece of lingerie for a moment longer, her cheeks turning rosy with blush, before she looked up at him, licking her lips softly. "And I suppose you want me to model this for you?"
He grinned. "Something like that. Why don't you run upstairs and relax with a bath for a little bit, while I finish up with a few details." He wagged his eyebrows at her before offering her a wink.
Elena glanced at her watch. "Damon, it's like 8 o'clock."
He shrugged. "You promised me the evening, Elena. Sun's down. I'm calling my time now." He stepped forward, loving her tiny gasp as he appeared behind her, his hands running up the tender skin of her bare arms, fingers just slightly brushing the soft silk in the box. "It would make me very happy if you'd treat yourself to a hot," his breath whispered past her ear, sending a shiver of awareness down her delicate spine, "languid, bath while I get ready." He lowered his lips to her neck, brushing her hair off her shoulders and kissing a path across her shoulders before raising his lips to her other ear. "I can barely wait to see you wearing my present, beautiful girl."
Only when her breath escaped her lips as a trembling whimper did he step away from her, licking his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, watching as she turned on unsteady legs. When she disappeared up the stairs, Damon let out the breath he was holding and quickly adjusted the front of his suddenly too tight pants. Once he heard the sounds of water running in his bedroom ensuite, Damon moved back into the library, picking up the three little packages that he'd not yet opened.
He'd played the odds that Elena would trust him enough, have enough respect for him that she'd not pry about what was in those boxes, otherwise the lead in for the evening would end up going a completely different way than he'd imagined. Carefully, he unwrapped each box as he made his way quietly up the stairs and into their bedroom, tucking the wrapping into a waste basket before opening each package.
The first held four pearl white ties made from the softest silk, each two feet in length and four inches wide.
The second held a simple swatch of the same silk fabric, but this one was six inches wide and no more than a foot in length. The gleaming white was cut through the center with a single black streak that ran from end to end.
The third box he tucked away into a nightstand drawer unopened. He wasn't sure if that box would be opened that evening; perhaps it would, or perhaps it would be another night sometime in the near future. Hell, that little box could possibly sit there for months, years, centuries without ever being opened, but that wasn't the point. Not really. The other boxes were for a bit of fun, this box was for when the fun ended and their real adventure began.
With absolute silence, Damon tied the ends of each silk strip of cloth to the four corners of his bedframe. He laid the ties across his mattress, watching as they stood out against his dark bedding with an air of such innocence that the wicked images they sent barreling through his mind were enough to shoot a distinct tremble through his bones.
He darted downstairs and gathered what he needed from the refrigerator before quickly returning to the bedroom and placing the items carefully on Elena's night stand. He arranged all the items to make them easy to reach before darting to the ensuite door, the smaller piece of silk dangling from his fingers.
"Elena? Are you about ready?"
"Hmm," came her murmured reply, before the sounds of displaced water indicated her rising from the tub. He closed his eyes briefly, resting his head against the wooden doorframe as he listened to her move, imagining the warm droplets of water as they clung to her tanned skin, lingering before beginning a slow, damp trail over her flesh, some maybe gathering and dripping over the peaks of her breasts, some travelling lower, getting lost in tiny tight curls before his soft towel is able to fully wrap around her delicate frame.
He listened to the tell-tale wisp of her brush through her hair, the long strands easily broken of their natural curl as she layered it down over her back in the straight fall that outright magnified her image of innocence, stealing his breath each time she came into view. Finally, he listened to the towel drop to the floor, his breathing becoming a harsh pant as he imagined her lifting the soft silk he'd bought for her from the box, settling it over her bath warmed skin, hardening immediately when he heard her turn and the gentle gasp that escaped her lips.
Damon swallowed thickly, biting down on his lip as he forced his body under control as she moved towards the door. He placed one hand on either side of the doorframe, his large body blocking her passage as she opened the door, nearly walking into him before managing to stop herself at the last second, looking up at his face in surprise.
"Damon, what…?"
She had no time to finish the sentence; the moment she was within reach, one hand snapped out and spun her in place, the other spread out over her stomach, holding her against him as his lips found her ear, sucking her lobe between his teeth for a brief moment as he settled behind her.
"Close your eyes," he breathed against her skin, warm air cooling the moist trail his lips had left on her skin, bringing goose bumps to her heated flesh.
Her heart picked up speed, beating at a hummingbird's pace when his free hand slid up to tuck her hair behind her ears and the first whisper of silk brushed over her eyes. He felt her stiffen against him and he held her more securely to his body, rocking his hips into her ass softly, waiting for her to relax into him again. When he was certain she wouldn't move he raised both hands to tighten the silk cloth around her eyes, adjusting it so that the black stripe sat centered, taking away any chance she could have to peek.
"Tonight," he whispered, ensuring his warm breath sent another round of soft shivers down her spine, "Is about control. You give it, I have it, and we both enjoy it." He slipped his fingers down the side of her face, stroking the soft flesh of her throat. "You trust me, right, Elena?"
"Yes," she breathed quietly, without hesitation.
"Mmm," he purred against her ear, the sound nothing more than a soft rumble in his chest. "You'll have your chance to prove it tonight."
He turned her in his arms once again, allowing his hands to travel down her sides, taking her fingers between his as he pulled her towards the bed. It was with great control that he lowered her to the bed without truly stepping back to look at her, but first things were first. He settled her onto her back in the middle of the mattress, allowing his fingers to whisper across her collar bone for a brief second before beginning the short journey up her right arm. His gentle touch had her arm lifted above her head and tied in place before she even had the chance to realize what was happening. He captured her left hand just as she was beginning to tense, securing it to the headboard and leaning back just as her lips pursed and a small furrow of confusion appeared on her forehead.
"Shhh," he murmured, "This is where the trust part comes in."
Not liking the tension in her body, Damon lowered his lips to her throat, softly kissing the tender flesh he found there. Lips and tongue carved a heated trail over her collar bone and across the bare expanse of skin on her chest before he nipped at the top curve of her breast left bare by the thin layer of silk she was wearing. He allowed himself only a quick moment to mouth the covered nipple that blocked his trek downwards, before continuing on, heated breath against her silk clad stomach, a barely contained groan as he passed her barely concealed mound, and then lips and tongue once again when he found the smooth skin of her thigh. He worked his way down her left leg first, tonguing the sensitive spot behind her knee, breathing over it to cool the heat left by his mouth, forcing her to shiver, grinning into her flesh. He wrapped his fingers around her ankle, lifting her leg slightly as he continued feasting on her fragrant skin, kissing and nibbling until his lips met his fingers and his tongue found the suddenly extremely responsive skin beneath his thumb. He chuckled softly as she gasped quietly, her leg jerking in his arms, her response heightened by the rumble of amusement in his chest. He toyed with her for a moment, licking from bone to her Achilles tendon and back again, encouraging the soft whimpers she let past her lips, drinking in the fragrance of her undeniable arousal before quickly capturing the silk tie beneath her foot and securing it to her ankle with gentle pressure.
"Almost done," His voice was nearly unrecognizable, a deep, gravelly rumble that escaped his throat and brought a new wave of shivers to her hypersensitive body. This time he played with her for only a moment before tying down her right ankle and stepping off the end of the bed.
He turned away from her, taking a moment to calm his mind and body, crossing the bedroom to where a decanter of bourbon sat on his dresser. He poured himself a generous portion and stepped over to his window, glancing out over the dark night as he breathed deeply and drank back the liquor with hardly a grimace. He didn't realize quite how long he'd been standing there until Elena shifted slightly on the bed, redirecting his senses to where she lay tied and momentarily helpless.
"Damon?"
He turned back to face her; no matter how much time he'd taken to breathe, nothing could have prepared him for the image that lay before him. For a moment he felt like he was stuck in a film, his vision widening to drink in the entire scene, then tunneling to take in specific points without mercy. His breath stalled in his chest, his brain effectively shut down, all the blood in his body raced south, pooling in the front of his pants, his cock hardening painfully fast while all sensation fled his fingers and the glass he'd been holding dropped and shattered on the floor at his feet.
"Jesus, fuck." He whispered, his voice broken as his throat tightened and his chest ached with the beauty of it all.
It wasn't that the lingerie he'd bought her was extraordinarily kinky; in fact, it was perhaps the most innocent of the pieces offered on the website he'd perused at four in the morning. The silk was pearl white, striking against her olive skin, even more striking against the black sheets she was laid out upon. The silk tightened around her breasts, so thin that her dark nipples shadowed through the fabric, made even more noticeable now as they pebbled and hardened beneath his observation, her body recognizing his predatory stare while she, herself, remained oblivious to his inspection. A small row of beads dangled down over her breasts, hung from the top of the teddy, not enough to shelter her nipples but enough to interrupt his feasting gaze and release a growl from somewhere deep within his chest.
He both saw and felt her deep intake of air at his involuntary sound, the rumble within him growing louder as she shifted against the sheets, the hem of the lingerie rising higher up her thighs, the scent of her arousal filling the air around her, darkening the thin strip of white that ran between her legs, disappearing between the delicious curves of her ass.
"You can feel me looking at you, can't you, Elena?" He prowled closer to the bed, letting her feel his presence as he towered over her helpless form.
She whimpered softly, shifting again, his jaw clenching tightly in time with the useless tightening and releasing of her fingers over her head.
"Baby, I don't speak whimper. Can you feel me looking at you?" His voice was firmer this time, his hand travelling to adjust his aching cock within the confines of his trousers before pulling his shirt over his head and letting it drop to the floor in a tiny heap.
"Yes!" she ground out through clenched teeth, her hips lifting from the mattress as she tried desperately to close her thighs, searching for any sort of friction to help with her building arousal.
"Can you feel my eyes on your mouth? Watching you bite that cruel little lip of yours? Do you know what that does, Elena? Can you feel the blood rushing to it, forcing it to flush darker? Making it swell?" He waited as she nodded, reaching over her as the scent of blood hit his nostrils, forcing him to grunt softly before he was able to straighten out of her fingers, pulling her nails from the palm of her hand, waiting the brief second it took for her flesh to heal. "I want to bite that lip. You know that right? I want to pull your lip between my teeth and bite down until you cry out. I want it to be my flesh under your nails, my blood you spill with those deadly little claws. Every move you make tonight, I'm going to want it to be me, and somehow I think you know this. Are you as innocent as you look, Elena? All dressed in white, spread out for my pleasure?"
"Fuck, no!" she gasped, her breathing ragged as she felt the bed dip under the weight of his body.
His chuckle was very near a purr as he settled on his knees beside her. "Such language from an innocent little minx. You're going to ruin my image of you." He teased her softly, finally allowing his fingers to lower, running a gentle touch over her abused lip. "Listen to me move around you, you don't need your eyes to tell you where I am, what I'm going to do to you." He lowered his face closer to hers, allowing his breath to whisper over her lips before allowing them both the lightest touch he could manage. His tongue traced over her bottom lip, flicking up to repeat the action on her top lip before slipping between and finding her own warm tongue to complete a practiced dance.
He growled softly as she arched up, pulling against her bonds to force their mouths together in a harder, heavier kiss, allowing her one moment of pleasure before sitting back on his knees. "I think you're forgetting who's in control tonight, Elena. We're playing by my rules until dawn."
The sound that escaped her lips was one of pained displeasure, but she relaxed back into the mattress almost immediately, the ties around her wrists loosening as she settled.
"Good girl."
He moved slowly, ensuring she felt every shift of his body as he settled over her hips, straddling her as his face broke into a wolfish grin.
"Quit it," she whispered, tugging at the ties briefly before sighing with frustration.
"Quit what?" He cocked his head to the side, tracing the plate bone of her sternum with a feather light touch.
"You're smirking at me, and don't bother telling me you weren't. I can feel it."
His grin widened and he leaned forward, replacing the touch of his fingers with the brush of his lips. "I'd apologize, but I'm not sorry."
Even through the haze of arousal, Elena giggled softly, shaking her head. "Yeah, we've covered that, in depth."
He chuckled with her, pressing a kiss to the hollow between her breasts. "You know what I haven't had the chance to cover in depth, as you so brilliantly worded it?"
"Hmm?" she hummed, pushing out her chest in encouragement as he slipped his tongue under the top of her silky lingerie.
"You." He slowly began undoing the clasps to her teddy, releasing inch after inch of flesh to his hungry eyes. "Silas pointed it out to me at your prom, and if he weren't somewhat dead, I'd probably thank him for it now. We didn't do a lot of exploring the night we were together; there was some great kissing and a couple really freaking amazing orgasms, I'll give us that, but it was one night. I can't begin to tell you which spots on your body are strictly Elena fun zones. At least not yet." He slipped his fingers into the silk cloth, freeing her breasts from their scant cover. "I intend to rectify that issue, immediately."
He wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking firmly, surprising her with the swift movement and forcing her to arch underneath him as she cried out. "Mmm," he voiced around her pebbled flesh, laving his tongue over the sensitive peak while his fingers pinched and pulled lightly at her free nipple. "Definitely an Elena fun zone," he breathed across her wet areola, forcing it to tighten and harden further while she whimpered out her pleasure. "Good thing, too," he murmured, "I could spend hours right here between them."
He turned to her other nipple, palming the one he'd just abandoned while capturing the new one between his teeth. He bit down softly; first with blunt teeth, just for sensation, second with sharp fang, cutting through flesh as she cried out, grinning while he lapped away the two tiny droplets of blood he'd drawn.
His deft fingers finished unclasping her lingerie, parting the two halves of pearl white silk before sliding his hand under her and lifting her from the bed so that he could pull the fabric away. His chest rumbled quietly as he gazed down at her again, her skin a sharp contrast to the dark sheets, her body left covered only by the delicate swatch of silk that was now wet to the point of being translucent.
She was helpless to react as he lowered his lips to her stomach, tracing each of her ribs with his warm tongue, replacing the silk that once lay against her skin with damp trails that drove shiver after shiver down her arching spine. Her body betrayed her as a fresh flood of arousal dampened her soft folds, the scent enough to darken Damon's eyes, bringing his intricate web of veins to extraordinary life beneath his skin. His tongue dipped into her navel and his grin was full of fang when she began to tremble. Just by the way her body cried out to him he knew that if her legs hadn't been tied apart, she'd have spread them for him in that instant.
"You can't imagine how incredible it is to watch you enjoy me, Elena." He breathed a hot path down to her hip, darting his tongue under the single strand of silk that rested there, pulling a strangled cry from her lips as she twisted, trying to bring him closer to her molten core. "Control is everything to our kind," he murmured, flattening his hand against her opposite hip, holding her to the mattress with firm fingers. "I could have breathed a few simple words to you while you were human and had you here, writhing under me, begging me to do exactly what we're doing now." He followed the juncture of her leg with his tongue, pausing a moment to breath in her arousal fresh from the source, letting it wrap visceral tendrils of desire around his mind as a rumble of approval rose from his chest. Indulging himself a little, he ran his warm tongue over the soaked silk, drinking in her distinct flavor with greedy abandon. "A simple tiny push of compulsion," he murmured the words against her core, the heat of his breath warring with the heat of her blatant arousal, "And you would have fallen into my bed, screaming my name over," his tongue slipped under the silk, pushing it to the side to slide between her sopping folds, "And over," pushing into her without effort, holding her hips as she pressed herself against him, struggling with her bonds as she fought to clamp her thighs around his head, "And over until the sun came up and you close your eyes against exhaustion." He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking the bud with a heavy pressure before blunt teeth enclosed it in an ungentle bite and she came apart around him, screaming his name without shame.
"Mmm, beautiful," he rumbled his appreciation, taking one last, long lap at her drenched flesh as her breathing began to slow and the bonds holding her to the bed once again relaxed.
Damon moved his lips to her right thigh this time, darting out to where the useless silk still struggled to connect with her damp skin, and moving until his mouth covered the thin skin over her femoral vein. "Pleasure doesn't come without a little pain, though, does it?" He barely let his words sink in before sinking his fangs into the vein, filling his mouth with her addictive blood, swallowing deeply as she cried out her approval, and laving the wounds with a gentle tongue as they quickly closed.
Slowly he travelled down her leg, nipping, licking and sucking each new inch of skin, drinking in every gasp and moan that escaped her lips, memorizing each spot that made her twitch for future visitation. He switched legs, this time starting at her toes, pulling each little digit individually between his lips, his tongue teasing each pad with a warm lick before moving onto the next. He reversed his trek on her left leg, nipping and kissing all the way back up to her core, licking her once for good measure before plunging his fangs into this thigh and drinking from her once more.
"Control," he murmured as he watched the wounds close over, tracing a thumb over the pink marks that appeared and then vanished before he could take a single breath. "Is an illusion." He turned on the bed, running his hands down to her right ankle, toying with the loosely tied knot of silk. "Just like with compulsion, my control over you tonight could be easily denied." He fisted the ream of silk and pulled sharply, freeing it from her flesh. "If you fought me hard enough, these little scraps of cloth couldn't hold you to this bed. Do you want to know what that says to me, Elena?" He smirked down at her as he repeated his actions with her other leg, leaving her tied only by her wrists.
"What?"
The husky tone to her whisper almost ripped a groan from his lips and Damon had to pause as he adjusted his painfully alert cock. His erection strained the front of his pants to limits as yet untested, leaving Damon to struggle with the option of removing the offending fabric from his body. "You want to be here. You want to give me control." He lowered himself on top of her, settling between her thighs, grinding his cloth covered cock into her achingly warm core as he captured her lips in a bruising kiss. "Did you fantasize about this?" He pulled her lower lip between his teeth, biting down with blunt teeth hard enough to make her hiss, drawing blood that he refused to clean away. "Surrendering to me?" His fingers surrounded her bare breast, cupping the entire globe, squeezing gently even as he moved his lips to her throat, sucking at her soft skin, bruising her and allowing her to heal before bruising her again. "Letting me take what I want from you while you were helpless and at my mercy?" His fangs slid into place while he spoke and he drove them into her flesh the moment his words were past his lips, drinking deeper than he had from her thighs, rotating his hips, grinding cock against clit with every pull of her blood down his throat.
When he'd had his fill and his flesh grew warm with Elena's own borrowed life, he slid his hands up her arms, quickly releasing her from her remaining bonds. He kissed her softly, lingering at her mouth, tongues dancing a familiar rhythm while he paused from their game. Only when she moved to pull the silk from her eyes did he recapture her wrists with his fingers, grinning against her sudden pout. "You didn't think we were finished, did you?"
He laughed as he spun her on the mattress, pressing her face down against their pillows, quickly straddling her ass as he tied her wrists together with one silken length and fastened the other end to his wooden headboard.
"A: you didn't answer my question. Did you fantasize about this, Gilbert? Is this one of the dreams that you're too innocent to let me in on?"
Elena shook her head weakly, whimpering into the pillow as Damon slowly ground his hips against the mounds of her ass, driving his cock between her small cheeks even through the restraint of his pants.
"And here I thought we promised never to lie to each other," Damon shook his head slowly, unzipping his pants and sliding them down his legs, tossing them off the side of the bed before reclaiming his position over her body. He slid one knee between her thighs, spreading her open so that his fully erect cock had free passage to slide between her dripping folds, closing his eyes as the heat of her pulsing core nearly overwhelmed him. It took a full moment to convince his body that he was only there to dampen his hardened flesh, teasing the swollen, weeping head in the pool of her arousal before returning his attention to her shapely behind. "You may want to reconsider lying to me," he whispered as he leaned forward, allowing his now gloriously lubricated flesh to part her cheeks, taunting the one entrance to her body he was sure no one before him had dared approach.
He felt her tense as he pushed against her tiny, delicate opening, watching as she pulled the ties holding her to the headboard taut, her breathing coming in gasps that she could no longer control. He pushed firmly until he felt her beginning to open around him, biting through his own lip as he struggled to keep the level of pressure at no more than a terrifying tease.
"Yes!" she finally cried, her fingers wrapped around the bind holding her in place, the flush of her embarrassment travelling from her cheeks, down her throat, across her shoulders and down her back.
"Yes, what, Elena?" Damon leaned forward, allowing the weight of his body to put just a slight bit more pressure against her, the very tip of his cock on the very verge of taking the last vestige of innocence from his precious girl.
"I wanted this!" She gasped out, finally raising her head from the pillows to arch against the mattress, mewling as he moved against her one final time. "You were so awful, so dangerous, and I dreamed of you forcing me to be with you. I wanted to blame compulsion for wanting you to finally act on the feelings you kept forcing me to accept!"
He chuckled softly, crawling off her body and coming to a stand beside the bed, grinning down at her. "And the truth shall set you free!" He laughed outright as she lifted her hands to him, waiting to be untied, and he had to clear his throat to regain composure. "Uh, yeah, poor choice of words. My bad." Before he walked away, he indulged himself in a quick slap of her ass, forcing Elena to squeal and turn away from him, spinning over onto the bed, closing her legs tightly.
He disappeared into his ensuite, grabbing a washcloth off the rack and soaking it in cold water. He ran the cloth down his body, cleaning away sweat and their juices, allowing the cool cloth to take the edge off the erection that threatened to steal every drop of blood from his brain. He paused, breathing deeply as he glanced over to where Elena lay waiting for him.
He was surprised to find that she'd turned again, and now was perched up on her knees, leaning forward onto her elbows as she struggled to reach her blindfold. Damon stood for a second, torn between the image of her on her hands and knees, ass in the air, completely vulnerable, and the knee jerk image to slap her hands away from the piece of silk over her eyes.
The head of his cock swelled out immediately, and even the cool cloth pressed against his flesh could do nothing as he fought desperately against the instinct to close his fingers around his desperately aching flesh.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He darted across the room and onto the bed, the fingers of one hand ripping out the crotch of her panties before digging into her hip roughly as he held her in place. His other hand slapped her fingers away from her eyes.
"You've been a bad, bad girl, Elena."
Giving her no chance to move, Damon held her hips in an iron grip and shoved the painfully swollen tip of his cock between her folds and deep into her dripping core.
"Damon!" she cried out, her body stretching to accommodate the overly swollen length of him, the angle he'd entered her at allowing him to drive deeper than he'd ever been.
"Jesus, 'Lena," he groaned, his words a heated gasp against her spine as he drove into her again and again, his rhythm solid and steady, even when he pulled his fingers from her hips and slid them under her body to tease her aching clit.
He'd already brought her to orgasm once, brought her near a half dozen times, but the moment his fingers sped over the tiny bundle of nerves, stroking her with a confidence that only Damon Salvatore could possess, her entire body stiffened beneath him and her head flung back while his name reverberated off every wall in the room. The sucking, pulsing grip of her dripping walls teased him without mercy, the sensation of her wrapped around him like a wet, velvet fist shot lightening down his spine and though he'd never admit it, his vision greyed from the pleasure when the head of his cock swelled out one final time. He slammed into her with three powerful thrusts until nothing sat between them but sweat dampened skin, and with a final, shuddering cry he came apart inside her.
He collapsed to the bed beside her, his limbs turned to jello from sensation as he lifted a hand to his eyes and groaned softly. "That was not the way tonight was supposed to end," he chuckled ruefully.
Elena pulled at the bonds tying her to the bed, easily breaking the length of cloth in two and slipping it from her wrists, before pulling her blindfold from her eyes. She turned over and nestled her body against Damon's resting her head against his chest, a teasing grin curling her lips. "Could've fooled me."
He ruffled her hair and sighed softly, closing his eyes against the low light in the room. "Yeah, okay, it was supposed to end that way, just not quite yet. I hadn't even gotten to the strawberries and champagne." He gestured half-heartedly towards the treats he'd laid out on the night stand next to them.
Elena yawned widely, closing her eyes and cuddling closer. "Tomorrow, then."
He'd lived more than 170 years. In that time there was nothing that he hadn't seen; horrors, joys, miracles and devastation, they'd all come in abundance, but nothing since the bullet from his father's gun had stopped his heart quite as suddenly as Elena Gilbert. "Tomorrow," he promised in a soft whisper, tightening his arms around her, burying his face in her hair, drinking in her soft scent. The simple, unquestionable tone of her voice that said tomorrow they'd still be lying in each other's arms, that nothing would come between them, that she'd not change her mind, brought the slow beat of his heart to a solid stop before allowing it to start over once again. Maybe one day he'd trust that they'd have their happy ending, that Stefan wouldn't show up and steal her away, that creatures like Klaus and Silas wouldn't end her life a second and more permanent time, that he'd not be the one to screw it all up and watch her disappear from his existence. He wanted to believe that this time it was permanent, it was Damon and Elena against the world, and lying here in their little bubble of bliss, he was almost able to accept that he'd finally found something good out of almost two centuries of life. He abhorred showing any semblance of weakness, but a tremor ran through his body and he found himself unable to pull away from the shield her hair formed around his face and her arms formed around his body.
"Don't let me screw this up," he whispered into the night, maybe to Elena, maybe to a God he didn't think he believed in, maybe to his own heart as it beat a dead rhythm into the near silence of the room.
No one answered him, but he supposed that was alright. He'd just have to work that much harder the next day, the day after that, and every foreseeable day of eternity.
Hey, it couldn't hurt to have a goal in life.
~~~TBC~~~