Black Velvet
Chapter 3 - FINGERS
Chapter rating M mature language, sexual situations and themes
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Damon Salvatore woke up in a hotel room draped by a woman he could barely tolerate. She was easy and all she did was give him exactly what he wanted. She did what every other woman did, gave him what he wanted, no questions asked. He laid on his back and he was naked, with her naked body next to him. His head pounded from the hangover he had. He looked at his phone and received a few pictures from the night before. Elijah sent pictures from last night... And a message. "You missed out." He rolled his eyes and tossed the phone on the nightstand causing a loud thump, hoping it would wake Andie up.
She jumped and sat up with his tie around her neck and spoke softly. "Oh, ready for round three baby?"
"What?"
"I mean Daddy."
He remembered he gave her the nickname Bonnie, last night and he was disgusted with himself. "No, go home."
"What? but I don't have a car Daddy."
"I'll call you a car service okay?"
"Hey, let me be there for you Daddy. Call me Bonnie, put a pillow over my face. I don't care."
"*No, it's not necessary today. Just get dressed. A car will be out front in about twenty minutes."
"Okay, Daddy." She got up got dressed and left without another work spoken. He showered all of Andie off of him headed back home, alone. Today would be a lonely Saturday for Damon Salvatore, because somehow...he didn't want to be bothered with company.
On his drive home thoughts of her flooded his brain, without giving him so much as a choice. He remembered her in her black, lace slip. Her petite frame, with the slip barely covering the fleshy mounds of her backside. Her waist was cinched enough to make it hard for him not to grip it and pull her into him, controlling her. That night she wore the fake hair, which he didn't care for, but her face was so raw, he wanted to rub his fingers over it forcing one or two of them at a time in and out of her mouth. Torturing her was his goal, pleasuring her... But mostly torturing her. His mind filled with punishments, and how beautifully he could deliver them to her body. Her body was torturing him. Every thought no matter how small. His jaw locked and ticked when she popped into his mind. A dark place, overcame him.
...
..Monday..
Bonnie and Kol sat in the office with the cream walls and fake green plants. Bonnie seeing Kol for the first time since the incident, was making her feel the same emotions she felt that night. It had been a month. Dealing with him was easiest when she pulled herself away from him. She saw things more clearly. Out of sight out of mind was the mantra with Kol. The second he was in her presence again. It was easy to fall back in routine. She wouldn't make eye contact with him. She just looked forward, towards the doctor and spoke strategically.
"Mrs. Mikaelson, what would you say is your reason for being here with your husband today?"
"He asked me to come and see if our marriage was worth salvaging?"
"Salvaging?" The doctor asked.
"You see Doc. She makes us sound like an old car. Where is the priority with her?" Kol asked, frustrated.
"Salvage, save! What's the bloody difference Kol?" She used his words at times. "For fucks sake!"
"And is it, in your opinion?"
"No." She said wit a straight face.
"So, why come?"
"In my mind, when you love somebody, you put their needs ahead of you're own at times, because sometimes when we think about ourselves, we get side tracked and lost in our own demise. We forget why we were with each other in the first place."
"So are you here because he wants this?" The asked not looking at her but looking at Kol.
"I suppose I'm here to see if the last ten years with the same person was a waste of my fucking time."
"Baby..." His eyes were pleading like the young man she fell in love with.
"Don't baby me. It's condescending. It holds no meaning to me." She continues to void looking at him.
"But baby" she looked at him threateningly. "You see what I am dealing with Doc? My wife, wants to control everything. She wants to make the rules and enforce them, but they are catered to her needs. Catered to her ways. Thus, making it impossible for me to succeed in this marriage. She wants things her way, but I'm human. I'm bloody, fucking, human!"
She shakes her head as if he's a joke.
At this point he's heated and she could care less. "Okay, let's try something. Are you willing to at least try something Mrs. Mikaelson?"
"Please call me Bonnie."
"I'm Sorry, Bonnie. Let's try something this week okay. Let's bring Kol back into the house. Maybe not sleeping in the same bedroom, but in the house. You give him what he gives you and, Kol, you give her what she gives you."
"I'm not following Dr. Archibald." Bonnie said.
"The way you treat each other, the household chores. The cooking the cleaning. All of it. Trade places, and then treat each other the way you feel the other would in those situations. Be as brutally honest as you can be."
"I don't think I can do this Doc." She says. "Im at my wits end with him."
"I think it's fair. I think we can try it." Kol agreed with the doctor, reluctantly and looked to his wife. After she rolled her eyes. She agreed, hesitantly. He had a way of guilting her into thoughts and feelings.
"Fine. One fucking week."
She felt trapped in this stupid counseling session, being forced to let him back in her home. But she said one chance, and she meant one chance.
...
"So, we are getting together tonight. You going to come?" Kat asked.
"I can't. I agreed to let Kol come home for the week."
"Bonnie what the fuck? A month down the drain. You kicked him out a month ago. Don't do it."
"You don't get it Kat. We went to counseling and it was a suggestion by the doctor that we trade places for a week so we could give the other an idea of where we messed up."
"Bonbon. He's worthless. Who knows how long he was cheating. He could have come to you with the problem before he cheated. Don't except responsibility for Kol's fuck ups."
"You don't get it Kat. He was my first everything. I've never been without Kol. Three years of dating in college, seven years of marriage. And trying to conceive for years, Kat. I failed at having a baby, so should I fail at having a marriage too?"
"Oh my Gosh. Bon, you didn't fail at having a baby. It's never too late. Your body is stressed and under pressure because of him. He's the reason you guys couldn't conceive. Don't let him rope you in. This isn't you Bon. It's not. You don't take bullshit. I know you. You are allowing him to get in your head and guilt you out of your pain. He's a little bitch is what he is."
"Sometimes, we do things for people we love, that takes us out of our comfort zone. Even if we are afraid."
"You're not afraid. He's guilting you."
"Kat, I need to go home. I can't get together tonight. Maybe Friday."
"So fall back into do everything for Kol mode? Take care of Kol mode!"
"What is the difference between what I do for Kol, and what you do for Elijah?"
"The difference is, that Elijah and I have a balance, he gives back to me in more ways than Kol gives to you. Kol doesn't give you anything but control, and it's just because he isn't man enough to take care of you. You have separate bank accounts to for ten years, yet your money pays the bills while he fucks around. His money is handed to him."
"First of all, we have a joint account. Second, I don't need his fucking money Kat. I don't need him to take care of me."
"Keep telling yourself that. Everyone so deserves to have someone to want to take care of them. The way you take care of him."
"If I depend on him, and then we really get a divorce, I'll be stuck needing him. I can't rely on Kol."
"Then why be married? It's okay to take care, OF EACH OTHER. Bon, your independent bullshit can only go so far when you're married. There comes a point, when you have to give up some control and allow someone to step up and do things for you."
"Those men don't exist. They either want all of the control, or they give it all up. No man knows how to balance the two."
"Elijah does. Damon does. Enzo does."
"I don't know what I was thinking Friday. Don't get me wrong it was fun, but..."
"But nothing." Katherine said with an attitude. She was feeling betrayed by Bonnie. Maybe she was betrayed by Bonnie. But not intentionally. Bonnie hated failing, so she dealt with Kol so that she didn't have that F on her report card. She thought she could change him. She still wonders if she can. Bonnie is a perfectionist. When things don't go her way, she bends things to her will, somehow, Kol managed to skate by like a slacker in school.
"Listen, I liked Enzo. He was very charming and handsome. I just don't think he's my type. I gotta go home Kiddo. Have fun tonight." Bonnie walked out and left her best friend standing there.
"I finally got you back, and now your going back to the man, who kept you so busy, we never got to hang out. A man who loves you, won't pull you from the things and the people you love and then let you down in every way possible. Ask yourself Bonbon, is your marriage worth saving?"
Kat let those words marinate in Bonnie's head before she walked out of the office. Bonnie was forced to think a lot about non-work related things these days. No matter how much she buried her head I the paperwork, real life was starting to take a toll on the strong-minded, career woman.
...
Bonnie drove home listening to music. Right now she was enjoying the melodic tunes of Nora Jones. It wasn't even her current mood, but for whatever reason, it calmed her down, made her feel like she was driving on an road to a blissful existence. When in actuality, she was just driving to her home, which would no longer be blissful as long as Kol was there. She drove her black BMW into her garage slowly. She allowed herself a few minutes to process the fact that his car was in her driveway. She put her hands on the steering wheel then let her head collapse onto them. She held in a deep breath for what felt like minutes until she realized she had to get out of the car. Then she exhaled and the feeling of entrapment was overwhelmingly swimming in her belly. Her small heels made light clacking sounds on the way to the door, and as she opened it, she heard the alarm system beep. Kol was cooking and it smelled surprisingly aromatic. She came in quietly and sat things down and just stood there feeling weird. He in her kitchen, the thought boiled her brain. She kept things a certain way, and he certainly, was door fanzine o e of her sanctuaries within her home. He walked up to her. "Hello darling. How was work?"
She rolled her eyes at him, feeling her eye slightly twitch. She didn't speak to him because she still couldn't stand the sight of him.
"Baby, please. We are supposed to be at least trying. Try, for me, and I promise, I'll try for you." His pleading eyes and sad face softened her, slightly towards him, but she still remembered what he did that night a month ago. It rocked her to the core and she had a hard time shaking what happened.
She sighed and looked at the pots. "What are you cooking?"
"Uhh, something called hamburger helper. A lady at the store told me it was easy."
"Kol! No you aren't. You know I don't buy that stuff."
"I have no idea what I'm doing here. I'm just trying to do... what I can." She looked at him and laughed at his desperation.
"I guess. Which one did you buy?"
"The one that is like lasagna, sort of."
"Oh, okay. That's pretty good I guess. I used to have to make it when I was younger. It was one of my favorites." She looked at him pathetically and felt bad for him. She looked around at her disorganized kitchen. She shook her head at the fact that someone was destroying her kitchen. It was a feeling of annoyance when someone went tampering with things in her kitchen.
"What, Ms Culinary skills ate boxed food?" He laughed.
"Well, we all gotta start somewhere. Besides, it's cost efficient and I didn't grow up like you. I grew up lower middle class. And my mom, did what she had to to take care of us. So we budgeted and we ate lots of helper."
"Well, if it's good enough for my little princess, it's good enough for me."
"No little princess, Kol." She said narrowing her eyes to him.
"Sorry."
"Let's just eat. Okay. I'm tired, and I need to go to bed. It's been a long trying day.
"Okay darling. Have a seat. Red or white wine?"
"With hamburger helper, uh uh babe. Give me a beer."
She didn't notice it, but he noticed her call him babe. And he smiled and seeing this calmer side of her was inviting. They had a quiet dinner. Talked very little about work, then went to bed in their separate rooms. They did this for three days. Ate and barely spoke, and slept in separate rooms.
Nights one, two, and three, they did every night. He cooked something for her by the time she was off of work, he asked her a lot of questions about her day. She smiled and played nice, along with a multitude of eye rolls. However, he managed to warm her cold heart a little by night four.
By the fourth night, Bonnie and Kol were laughing again. They were being friends again and getting along again. Still sleeping in separate rooms, respectfully. She went to her room lying in the dark. She was staring at the ceiling, and before she closed her eyes, blue orbs pixelated in her brain. For some reason Damon's face popped into her head. She quickly pushed him out so she could rest.
...
4 nights of Kol being home.
12am Text from Kat
Kat: I'm kidnapping you.
Bon: girl it's midnight
Kat: too late I'm outside
Bon: the fuck Kat?
Kat: bitch get outside
Bon: no.
Kat: I guess I need to wake
up your husband then
Bon: no. fine I'm comin
Bonnie stumbled out of her bed. She was sleeping in a flannel shirt and some tiny, black, yoga shorts. She didn't want to turn her light on, so she inched around blindly in the dark until she found the first pair of matching shoes, with no such luck she put on a pair of knee high socks, and in the process stubbed her toe, screaming profanities between her gritted teeth. The F word was her favorite word. She conveniently walked out of the back door of her bedroom and crept through her backyard, outside. She was quiet and careful not to wake Kol as she passed the guest room window. The red and blue flannel pajama top she had on was only buttoned at the breast once. She didn't think to put a bra on, because her intention was to shut Kat up and go back to bed. Her hair was in a bun and she had on A pair of mismatched knee high, knitted socks.
"Wow, didn't even bother getting dressed, Bonbon." Kat rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, waiting for a response from her bitchy little friend.
"No, because I'm not going anywhere. You know why? Because I have publication duty tomorrow. You don't have to come in until 11 tomorrow, I have to be in at 7 Ms. Pierce. So yeah, I'm going back to bed." The Bonitude was strong, but Katitude could always match her.
"Did you fuck him?" Her best friend asked with honest intentions and Katitude. But the Bonitude responded.
"Excuse me. Bitch he's my husband. If I fucked him it's surely none of your business."
"Nope, you didn't. Or you wouldn't be so angry. I know how you are when you haven't gotten off for a while. So we need to get you laid soon."
"What the fuck, Kat? Did you come here to start shit? Because if so, I'm taking my tired ass to bed, and you can kiss my ass as you watch it happily trot back into the house."
"Actually, no. I came here to take you away. Just a couple of hours, and I'm not taking no for an answer. Don't make me drag you out by your hair, you know I'm good for it. Remember back in college?"
"Yes I do and... Girl bye!" Bonnie said walking away, and Kat picked Bonnie up and threw her over her shoulder. "Kat put me down. I'm serious, or I'm going to pull your thong so far up your ass will start at your shoulders!" Bonnie proceeded to pull Kats thong, and just as the burn became unbearable, Kat opened the door tossing her in the car. Not without a fight from Bonnie, but Kat's will was strong when she wanted to coheres her best friend. She was intent on not losing her bet friend to her idiotic husband. Kat went to the driver's seat and and sat down. She looked at a fuming Bonnie. "Katharine Lana Pierce. I'm so pissed at you right now."
"Listen, you told me the what the therapist suggested. And if you are playing the role of Kol this week, you have the right to leave at midnight, without a word. He did it to you, didn't he?"
"Yeah, but this isn't about that. It's about is working on it."
"No, it's about giving the other what you got. Now come on. I'm taking you somewhere. And don't worry, I will wake up with you for 7 o'clock call time, and help you with publication."
"Bitch, I'm not dressed."
"I told you I was kidnapping you that's your fault. You think I'm letting you back in there so you can refuse to leave? Nope. Now, your are coming in your barely there pajamas. You sleep like a teenage girl."
"Well I sleep alone every night so... And I don't have shoes on."
"I have some flip flops or Uggs back there somewhere. Grab 'em and put 'em on. Kat said to Bonnie, the queen of the eye roll and forget what you just said face.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
"Last time I trusted your judgement, I ended up being prepositioned to learn how to use whips and chains."
"Shut up drama queen."
"Pft." Bonnie turned on Kat's radio and sat back, staring out the window, as she was being held hostage by her better half.
...
They arrive to a small cabin in the mountains. Once inside, Bonnie realized that it was just Damon and Elijah playing cards and drinking. The first person she noticed was Damon. He had a large cigar in his mouth and he looked really casual, she had never seen him look casual. He looked up and made eye contact with her. He winked and she looked around confused. Kat was casually dressed, and so was Elijah. They were the only four there.
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
He was puffing on his cigar, and forcing me to ignore everything about him. Which is harder than it seems. From his frighteningly, beautiful eyes, to his perfect lips and his five o'clock shadow. I really had never expected to see him this way. For one, I just never planned on getting to know this asshole personally. He's wearing a black wife beater, and his cut shoulders and arms are on display. As I stare along the lining of his arm, I notice the ripple of pertruding muscles, and the way his triceps just kind of pop out without him flexing them. My conscience should be killing me, because this is the same man, my husband enlisted to help him, and now he's sits before me, casually, with a cigar in his mouth. He's just puffing away, like he didn't ruin my life. I have the right mind to tell him about himself, let him know what he did to me that night.
"So I figured, that since you've been exhausting yourself at home trying to make things work with your husband, you needed a break." Kat said, bluntly.
"Gee, thanks for putting it all out there. First of all, my break, was me sleeping in my bed, and second of all it hasn't been as exhausting as I thought it would be. We've been getting along considerably well."
"Really?" Damon asked, surprised. Not breaking his vision from his cards.
"Yeah. Really. When your with someone for ten years, you know each other very well. I'm sure I couldn't do it with anyone else."
"Sounds like a recipe for failure." Kat says.
"How so?"
"Well, let's be honest, it's been difficult the past few years, and him cheating was a good out for you to move on. You both need to explore new relationships." Kat said.
"I agree." Elijah said.
"How can you agree unless you just don't think I'm good enough for your brother?" She asked with an attitude.
"Sweet, Bonnie. In the midst of you and Kol separating, I've found that you seem to be more enjoyable. Less stressed. I love my little brother, but he's not mature enough to be married and support a wife. Besides you decided so young to make such a commitment and my brother was so jealous, he didn't want anyone else to have you," Damon took note of what Elijah was saying, "He never brought you around us, wanting to make sure no one corrupted you. Now you can explore what's out there."
"No one, or you, Elijah?" Katherine asked laughing.
"I assure you, he thought I would corrupt her."
Bonnie looked at Elijah, having no idea how he felt, and then she caught Damon glance strangely at Elijah, then to her before he spoke.
"You're better off." Damon said.
"And WHO the hell, do you think you are, having an opinion on my marriage?" She said pouring herself a glass of wine.
"Oh, no one special, just the man who saw the demise of your failing marriage with his own eyes. But don't mind me." Kat looked at the tension between the the two and tried calming it down.
"In all fairness, it was Kol's demise... Not Bonnie's." But Bonnie was still honed in on Damon's remarks and she shifted her gear towards him.
"You know what, fuck you! Okay. You don't know me. You don't know who I am as a wife."
"I didn't say I did." He stopped playing the card game and looked up at her, sitting his back up straight in the seat, ready for whatever challenge she was about to try and give him.
"But you're sitting there, judging me. You think you know me, after what you saw, but you have no clue."
"I know, that you are an incredibly hard woman to please-" she interrupts before he finishes. Her will to shut him down was strong tonight.
"Oh here we go. I can hear it now. How I emasculated my husband, and how he had no control right? What, you think I was never happy with him, and that I forced him into some impossibly challenging relationship? Well, let me tell you-" he interrupts her back.
"I was going to say, you're an incredibly hard woman to please for a man who hasn't grown up. But for a man who has his shit together, excuse my language, your probably an easy woman to make happy. You're the kind of woman who isn't interested in playing games or hearing excuses. If a man, has his head in the right place, he'll never let a woman like you feel alone, or wonder her worth." He looks her in the eye from his seat, making her uncomfortable to the point where she backed down. She submitted in the argument, letting him win. She turned away from him and wiped her hand down her face and held it over her mouth. She gathered her thoughts.
Once he realized she was finished he put his cigar back in his mouth and continued his game.
"Right." She looks at Damon, "So why isn't his girlfriend here?"
"You can ask me. I am right here." Damon looks at Bonnie.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Why isn't she here?"
"She not my girlfriend, which is number one. Number two...She's in the wings." He said laughing.
"What does that mean, you put her on hold?" She snarled.
"Something like that."
"Bonnie, it's been brought to my attention, that you and Damon, may have some compatibility. Little Kitty Kat seems to really dislike the idea of of you and Lorenzo. She begged me to help you two to get acquainted."
"It's funny, she didn't think to ask me what I felt about this, and last I checked, my love life, and dating life, or whatever it is this is, is really my business and mine alone."
"Bon, I'm your best friend, I know what's good for you." She said with an evil smirk, enjoying getting under her friends skin.
"And what's that, exactly, Kat?"
"A nice, long, hard-"
"Ahem." Elijah cleared his throat.
"I was going to say a nice, long, hard water, cold shower... Or some dick."
"Katarina!" Elijah shouted in a Bulgarian accent. Which wasn't his own, but, he was correctly pronouncing her name to try and keep her from too much meddling.
"Keeper, baby... I speak from a loving place." She says sarcastically, making herself laugh.
Bonnie offers a thunderous eye roll, "And Mr Salvatore has an opinion about this?" She shifts her glance to his focused face. Not that she cared, she almost hoped he said something out of line so she could put him in his place.
oOo Damon's POV oOo
The way she said my name caught me off guard. It was so sultry she couldn't help herself. I licked my lips then bit down when she looked at me. She watched nervously as my eyes trailed to her exposed belly button and her small shorts. She used her small arms to salvage what was left of the visibility of her body. I didn't play shy about staring at her as I went back and forth from her to my cards. She caught my glances at her stomach and thighs. The night her husband asked for my help, I had never agreed to help a client on a personal level, to the point where I stepped in and went to their home to help them cheat. I've never been so unprofessional, and I'm an asshole for what I did. He was Elijah's brother, was my thought. I never thought I'd have any concern for some strange woman, who, I'd never met. Until I saw her, and listened to her speak that night. I watched her mannerisms; no we caught eye contact several times, she fucked me with her eyes while she sipped her wine. I felt something, and I wanted to make her submit to me that night, in front of Kol, then again, I was making her submit in my own way. The fact that we lived out a secret for those forty-five minutes, let me know, Kol wasn't doing his job. Yet and still, I couldn't bring myself to stop what I knew was about to happen. I couldn't stop the charade we were putting on. But, it brought me closer to her. So I do I regret it? No. Because I wouldn't be sitting here, staring at her in those tiny shorts. I can smell her from here. I can smell her emanating heat, and her smell is tempting me to rip the one button that's concealing her small breasts inside of her pajama shirt. You'd think it was me being sexually turned on by her body, but it wasn't. It isn't about her body right now, it's about her skin.
"To answer your question, Mr Salvatore, is just as surprised as you. After all, I have someone, in the wings, remember?"
"Yea, well, I'm not ready for this, so thanks for the unnecessary suggestion, but I'll pass." She said sharply as she shot him a look. Bonnie was stubborn to no end. Not even Kol could break her of it. The only person who came close was Kat and Kat was working her way to Bonnie's bad side.
"Bonnie, make yourself at home. Drinks are in the fridge. If you need something from the cellar myself or Damon would have no problem getting it for you. Then there's the junk food Kat picked out." Kat laughed at Elijas disgust.
"Junk food? But you weren't complaining about the chocolate syrup last week. I didn't hear it being junk food then, or the ice cream, My keeper. I thought you love the way I eat junk food, when I put it on your-"
"Kitten, another drink please." He interrupted her, before she divulged further.
"Of course." Bonnie follows Kat to the kitchen and watches her as she shimmies and shines for Elijah. She could see Kat was acting testy tonight with Elijah, for some reason.
"So this is you, huh? Living a slightly subjugated form of domestication?"
"Yup." Kat said as a matter-of-factly.
"I guess it suits you. I mean, you seem really happy, and he seems very happy. He's actually, kind of charming, in a weird, who's your daddy sort of way."
Kat looked at Bonnie and shook her head. She let out a forced giggle, "I guess I'll have to take that as a compliment in your own, dick-ish way."
"Well, I was complementing you bitch. You guys are happy in your twisted little fantasy, and for that I am grateful to this man for putting a smile on your bitchy little face." She laughs at herself and bent over the kitchen island. Leaning forward talking to Kat with her ass poked out towards the men playing poker. More specifically Damon, since Elijah's back is to the kitchen. Her small shorts distracted him. Both girls stood with their backs to the guys.
Damon cocked his head to each side quickly cracking his neck, on both sides. He had to scoot forward into his seat, and then he had to lean back, trying to excuse his need for crotch adjustment under his jeans. He puffed his cigar about three times and sat directly up trying to force his dick to control itself. But no matter how much he realized it was his fault for staring, he couldn't take his eyes off of her beautiful backside. Her shorts were slightly see through, and she wasn't wearing panties.
"Tell me something Kat," she asked lowly, "do you ever roll play or get rough?"
"All of the time Bonbon. Elijah's the king of Kink. It's his nickname. Well it's what he is known for."
"What's the kinkiest thing you and Elijah have done?"
"Wow, so much Bon. But I'd have to say... " she thought a minute. "Well, when we were just casual... Friday through Sunday, we tried video surveillance from my laptop, so he could watch me Monday through Thursday. Whenever he wanted."
"Wow. And you just were okay with him watching your every move?"
"He had never done it before. He asked me if it was okay, because he thought it would enhance the eroticism of my natural self. And I was a little taken aback at first, but I thought, I only live once. He only did it for a week. We basically did it through my web cam and I don't know, it was very sexy."
"My goodness. I wonder if I could ever talk myself into doing something so crazy."
"So this was around the second month, but we had just gotten to a place where we were getting comfortable with one another, and I was very timid by it. At first I was like, hell no. But then... It became something I looked forward to. I would masterbate for him, and do things he requested. But most times, I just lived a regular day. Sometimes he just liked watching me live day to day. Eating, sleeping, cooking, watching tv... I know it sounds freaky Bon, but sometimes it just makes the day more exciting. He has brought so much excitement to my life. I honestly think he might be the one."
"No shit." Bonnie was literally speechless. "There is so much more to this than I could have ever imagined."
"Yea. It's a way of life. We are still getting used to things. We see each other everyday, but imagine you live with someone and you lead this life, that you keep each other excited. I love knowing I excite Elijah, and that he looks forward to his moments with me."
"So have you ever participated in a threesome?"
"Yeah, once with another man, and once with another woman. I personally like two men better, but... To each their own. I would love to try another couple. That would be...hot."
"Fuck me running! I should really step up my Sex game. I mean I have tricks but you guys are uninhibited." Bonnie stared at Kat after she poured Elijah's drink. "Aren't you going to take him his drink?"
"Okay, so when we are at home or relaxing Elijah gives me about five minutes to get his drinks. No, I'm not his servant. We set up some fun rules to keep things exciting. Anyways... Sometimes when I'm feeling naughty, I take longer, because I want him to punish me. Now not every Dom/sub have these rules, so not everyone does this. The rules are established within the relationship. I am just in the mood for a punishment. So I'm taking a little longer than normal."
"Really, like, punished, punished? Here...while me and the devil are here?"
"Damon's not the devil Bon." She said laughing. "And yes. I am being testy today, because he pissed me off yesterday. So I'm just trying to figure out how hell react."
"Kat, when he punishes you, does he ever...abuse you?"
"Depends what you call abuse."
Bonnie looked at Kat with a serious face like she was ready to smack Elijah. And she made Kat laugh. "God you're easy Bonbon. I'm kidding. Stop it. I remember in college when I was dating Will, and he told me I was gaining wait, and you smacked the back of his head. That little temper of yours." She said laughing.
"Well, that's bullshit. You don't tell a woman that. Especially during her period. Which you were on."
"In all fairness, the freshman fifteen doesn't count as weight gain. That's teenagers growing into their adult bodies." Kat spoke seriously and Bonnie frowned at her think, she couldn't be serious. "What? It's not true?"
"Keep telling yourself that." She threw a cookie at Kats head and started to laugh.
"Jerk, don't waist a perfectly good Oreo." Then she ate it Laughing, and took Elijah his drink. Bonnie turned and noticed Damon's eyes on her ass. He cleared his throat and didn't show one tinge of embarrassment. He kind of grinned. She moved to the other side of the island to conceal herself from his predatory glances.
"Kitten, why did it take so long to get my drink?"
"I'm sorry, My Keeper, I was talking to Bonnie. Then I sort of forgot. It wasn't longer than five minutes was it?"
"It actually was. You know what that means, right?"
Damon felt awkward because Elijah and Kat were being bluntly open about what they were about to do. He decided to walk towards the kitchen where Bonnie was. "They're not obvious are they?" He spoke sarcastically and walked towards the kitchen. She followed the opposite direction, covering her body with the high countertop island, not giving him an opportunity to keep dissecting her body with his eyes. She knew he was attempting to talk to her, so she tried avoiding him.
Bonnie watched as Elijah and Kat were having eye sex, so she decided to head to the bathroom.
"Yes, I'll be upstairs waiting." Kat said. She took her jacket off and hung it up and walked upstairs. As she headed up there, she slowly took her French braid out and let her hair down. That must've been Elijah's fetish Bonnie thought. Long, brown hair. Kat gave him the come hither face, and bit her lip? Bonnie having noticed this, rolled her eyes and hurried and walked to the bathroom not wanting to be left alone with Damon. But he watches her and slowly follows her. Once she's in the bathroom he pushes his way in side with her and locks the door.
"Hey, what the hell?"
"Sorry, it's just I know you want absolutely nothing to do with me and I had to come in here to have a private moment with you, because I know you won't otherwise grant me any alone time."
"You're damn right. Now get out." She says with irritation, trying to open the door and push him out.
He pushed the door back closed and locked it. "Bonnie, stop. You don't have to like me, okay.-"
"Good, because I don't."
"I deserve that. But I just need to apologize for that first encounter, and explain on my behalf what happened. I've known Kol a little while but we aren't particularly close, and he asked me to give him some advice. Because he is Elijah's brother, I did, but, he didn't follow it through, so then it was my suggestion he use this girl to make you jealous, so you would see what was at jeopardy. But that night, when I met you, I realized he was the one losing. He was the guy who was in over his head with you. Your too good for him. I saw it the minute I met you, and that girl he was with. I secretly loved that he sabotaged himself, for the selfish purpose of maybe, one day, getting to know you."
She made a face of utter shock, almost digested with his attempt at hitting on her after what he participated in. "You've got to be-"
"I know it sounds bad. But it's the truth."
"This is some sick joke right? You don't know me."
"I don't know you, the way I'd like to, but I know more than you think I do."
"Like what? What do you think you know about me?"
"One thing I know for a fact," he says walking closer up on her, increasing the temperature of her body and now doubtful mind. Her heart begins to beat irregularly as her stomach sends signals to her pussy that her mind was fighting off, letting the smell of his cologne hit her nostrils as well as the fabric softener of his shirt. "... I know you're not a dominant. You don't want to dominate, you want to be dominated." His nose is a couple inches from here, "Your sick of taking charge, and you wanna give someone a chance, that'll give you the experience of your lifetime. You want to give your mind a rest, and you want to lead with your body for a while, you want to be liberated." Damon gently backs her into the bathroom door and without any space, he unbuttons, the one button on her flannel. The thought in her head was that he was crazy, but the more she looked at him the more she questioned her own sanity. Everything she thought 60 seconds ago was now a dangling motion of confusion sitting on the question ability of her libido.
...KE...
I think you did that on purpose, little kitten."
She gave him a doe eyes glance. "Who me? No." Kat shakes her hair forcing it to a wild state of duress.
"Haven't I told you that I prefer to keep our escapades private? I prefer that you didn't indulge your naughty desires around our friends?" The preppy sweater he had over his shirt was now being slowly unbuttoned. Elijah looked thoroughly at his clothes as he put them on or took them off. He moved meticulously.
"Did you say that? Because I don't recall," she says biting her finger between her teeth, now throwing her hair forward over her shoulders. He walks to her in a stalking manner and runs his finger tips through her lose waves from when she took her braid a loose. Kat knew Elijah loved her long, mocha locks.
"Naughty little, kitty. What shall I do with you?" His fingers continue ur caressing her hair, twirling her locks between his index and middle finger. Then he smells it, loving her shampoo choice. "Sweet." He gently pushes her hair behind her shoulder, exposing her shoulder while she wears her white tank top. His fingertips glide over her skin and her collar bone. Then he smells her neck, softly, and for a long time. Raising her goosebumps, making her anticipate the moment his lips will meet her skin. And she waits. He just lingers there.
"Keeper, touch me."
"No." He sings into her skin. Humming a vibration she wants to push down to her nether regions.
"Yes. Touch me, what are you waiting for?"
"I thought I told you, that we should be discreet. This little rebellious streak of yours will get you in trouble." She put her hand on the crotch of his jean, he stopped her catching her wrist. "Now, are we touching, without permission?"
"If you won't touch me, then let me go back downstairs. Stop teasing me."
"Little rule breaker, trying to be the rule maker." He grabs her by her arm gently, then roughly turns her body against his. He leaves his mouth near her neck. "How would you like your keeper to touch you?"
"My neck, kiss me. You're teasing me."
He continues to breath on her neck and she is driven crazy with desire. He stands behind her and unbuckles her jeans and pulls them down. Then he unbuckled his own, getting them to his ankles. He sits on the edge of the bed. "Step out of your jeans, kitten." Elijah has a way of speaking both manner-fully and sternly. It turns her on how calm he is, countering her excessive rambunctiousness.
She steps out and he pulls her onto his lap forcing her to straddle him. "Yes, yes." She says in excitement. "I'm ready for my punishment." She slowly ascends onto him and her arms immediately wrap around his neck. He fills her to capacity and she swallows him collapsing her head into his neck. "Punish me. Punish me."
"Okay, bite down on this?" He hands her a pillow.
"What, why?"
"Just do it kitten, and promise me you won't become loud."
"Okay, I promise." She bites the pillow, while he pushes himself into her. Over and over he pushes himself into her as she counters with her own methods of riding him. She loved his punishments, and she got him to break a rule and punish her while they were out with friends. "You feel good. Yes, harder, harder."
"Bite the pillow kitten...!"
"Ahh, Ahhhhhhh, why?" It was about two seconds later when she realizes what his punishment is, and she grips him harder. Her nails dig into his back, they've done a lot of kinky things, but for some reason this small detail was always over looked. He forces himself into her punishingly deep, as he adds his own flavor to the recipe of her punishment. "Hmmmmm." She bites down on the pillow. Burying her face in it. She then realizes she not being punished by his cock, but his fingers.
"Bad... Little... Kitty." He says and he teaches her a lesson.
...
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
I felt my small chest rise and fall with the hitch of every breath that I took and as he opens my flannel, I attempt to talk and he puts his finger to my lips shushing me. His fingers remain, playful as he unabashedly sticks them in my mouth. You know I was pissed, but someone should have told my brain, because apparently it didn't register the anger. First, he plays with my lips a bit, and I didn't even stop him. It felt good, his fingers on my lips, toying with me, teasing me. We were being very inappropriate, and I didn't care. I wanted to bite him, his fingers, whatever I could, instead I stood in a trance, accepting his blatant disregard for my personal space. His fingers enter my mouth and push gently on my tongue until I close my mouth around them and begin to suck. What the fuck has gotten into me? He smiled at me with this darkness and I raised my hand to slap him. He caught my wrist and stood there. He towered me and slides my flannel open. I wouldn't have been turned on by it, accept for the fact that, the entire time he didn't even look at my breast. He instead opted to fuck with my psyche and look me in the eyes as he softly thumbed my nipples until they pebbled with the very saliva I soaked him with. He was barely touching them, yet allowing no air space between his skin and mine. When I try to close my shirt, he pulls me roughly by my wrists, again holding them both this time, in a painful way. But somehow, the pain, felt acceptable. I snap out of it... Almost.
"Stop it." He was getting her worked up.
"No." He whispered, calmly.
"Please?" She speaks lowly.
"No." His thumbs make their way back to her nipples. "I know you like this." He gently, and delicately rubs her perfect, little nipples. She felt the sensation in multiple places. He holds her in a gaze, and she becomes kind of lost within his commanding eyes. His crystalline and hypnotic eyes. A small moan pushes it's way through her lips. The moment feels slowed down, and everything around her has ceased to matter. On each hand his four fingers gently hold her sides caressing the ribcage and lingering on the soft skin of hers as his thumbs keep working. "I can feel your willingness to submit to me." He whispered in her face. She bit back her fight, because she couldn't manage to understand what the hell was happening or that anything was even wrong with what they were doing.
She drops her head back against the door and exhales, opening her neck up. He takes full advantage of the situations and immediately attacks her with gentle suctions as he gently pinches her nipples. "Hmm." She hums. His full, and fat tongue glides slowly, like he's licking the salt off of her skin. When his lips collect and draw together on her skin, she feels a slight suction and he delivers a puckered kiss, and he does this over and over with her neck. Just tasting the salt on her skin, the lotion, the sweat, whatever she produced for him, he lapped it up, while he gently tugged and rotated her nipples between his fingers as his hands cupped and massaged her breasts. He continues, tasting her skin with his mouth and tongue. Her nipples send the message to her pussy that she needed this. She's not speaking, she is surprisingly allowing him to touch her. Until the moment comes where she hums a profanity.
"Uhh. Fuck."
He stops. Looks at her and makes her jump up wondering why he stopped. "Don't say that word."
"What word? Fuck?"
He pinches his eyes closed and the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
"Yes. Don't use that word."
"You are kidding right? I use that word everyday, all of the time. I'm not uneducated, but I just don't give a f-" he puts his hand over her mouth and she can tell he's irritated, but he tries to conceal it.
"Listen, I want you to stop using profane words, from this moment on, okay?" He asks before removing his hand. She pulls his hand off her her mouth, trying to snap herself out of the haze she was in.
"I think I should go."
"No, stop, just listen to me." He pins her back against the door stronger now. "Let's play a game okay. For one week, I just want you to go a week without cursing. Okay. Can we play that game?"
"What the hell is this?" She asked him with an attitude.
"Its a game. Now, can you play with me?" He asked impatiently, through gritted teeth.
"I don't appreciate your tone." She commanded.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Um, let's try this again." He said full of sarcasm. "Can you play the game?"
"How will you know, if I'm being honest?"
"I'll know. Now, are you up for a game?" He gently tugs at her small nipples, making her lose sight of the fact that they are still strangers to each other. He tugs until her eyes closed and she bit her lip. He followed through by biting his own. The very site of her was making his dick hard. Her facials turned him on. Bonnie tries to regain control of the situation.
"I'm a married woman." She says pulling his hands off of her body.
"You are talking to the man who watched it all go down. Everything between you and Kol. Normally I don't do this, so I'm breaking a rule for you. But this is just one game. I'm not asking anything else of you. After the game is over, I'll never bother you again."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not the woman you can just control."
"Except, you just let me take control, and you loved it."
"Mr Salvatore, you can't-"
"Umph. Say it again." He breathed on her neck.
"What? Mr. Salvatore?" He bit his lip when he heard her say it. Then he put his lips near hers as if to kiss her, but he merely drug his breath across her mouth, inflicting his heat onto her. He didn't kiss her, because Damon Salvatore, doesn't kiss women on the mouth, or at least, that was his rule.
"Why did you wear this, little outfit?"
"It wasn't intentional. Kat basically drug me out of my bed."
"I have to remember to thank her. I think she was looking out for me."
"A month ago you were at my home-"
"Let's talk about what happened a month ago."
"You were helping my husband to deceive me."
"That's not all that happened that night."
"I can't believe you could possibly do that, and then be standing here like this trying to seduce me. Now, you're in my face, and you're just... I can't do this. I have to go." Once again, she uses her body to move him and she turns to open the door. But he shuts it again.
"Stop, Bonnie." He turns her body roughly against the door and plunges his tongue into her mouth without a thought.
oOo Damon's POV oOo
Okay, I have for once, lost control with a woman who wasn't mine. I slammed her against the bathroom door and broke my very own rule, when I kissed her. My tongue tangoed with hers and she was a gentle, yet dominant kisser. Her perfectly sized tongue complimented my larger tongue and mouth, and I continued tasting her, while her body was pinned between mine and the door. Feeling her hard nipples poke through the fabric of my wife beater, made me force my tongue deeper into her mouth. I wanted to choke her with my kiss, making her feel the desire I had for her. I tried pulling away, then she moaned and my tongue got the que to taste her some more. I dominated her, for a few minutes. I wanted to be in better control, but she felt so good, and it had been years since I've kissed a woman on the mouth. I needed her to realize, that the night she tried seducing me, I was into it, I just couldn't take advantage of her. But tonight, she is sober and she needed to know, I needed a do over from our first encounter. I couldn't pull away from her, until I realized that no matter how good she tasted, it was wrong. I pulled away from her abruptly and watched the pink around her lips from where I had taken too much of her mouth in mine, leaving her with the after affects of my greed. Kissing her was better than my bourbon. She was one thing for sure; she was better than sex.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I never do that, especially since your married." He said breathing in deeply and slowly as he watched her try to catch her breath. He wasn't sure if he said the right thing but Bonnie buttoned up her flannel and adjusted her shorts. He didn't even have a chance to see her breasts, he was so busy intimidating her with his eyes. She pushed passed him and walked out into the main room. Kat and Elijah were still nowhere in sight.
Bonnie walked directly to the kitchen. She went into the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water and instantly began drinking it to lower her body temperature and take away some of the flush of her face. She was embarrassed at her own behavior and kept distance between them the rest of the night. He walked back out a few minutes later. She wasn't sure why it took him a few minutes longer to come out, but she didn't question it. When he came out, she kept her back to him.
He seemed slightly relieved a few minutes later but, it didn't help or change her embarrassment.
After several uncomfortable moments, of Bonnie avoiding him, Kat and Elijah came back downstairs. It had been about forty minutes since they went up and Kat's hair was now in a ponytail. She still looked casual yet pristine and as they walked down, Elijah was whispering in her ear. The small giggles echoed as the silence was utterly unbearable between Bonnie and Damon. Damon cleared his throat and spoke first. "I think we're out of bourbon. In which case, I may have to call it a night."
"None sense. There is some Bourbon in the cellar. Damon, this is your cabin. Would you not have made sure your bourbon was stocked?"
"I don't come here much these days. Besides I'm busy working on the renovation of the addition I had made to my house."
"Addition? What have you added to your house?" Elijah asked, forgetting about what Damon had told him.
Damon looked at Elijah suggestively. "You know the add-on I had been working on for months. It's just about finished. Another few weeks. Now all I need is an interior designer's touch. Which by the way," he said audaciously, "Uhh, Bonnie, I was thinking you could give me the name of the person who helped with the layout and theme of your design."
"Excuse me. What design?" She said, not looking at him, rather looking at Katherine, who gave her the somethings up with you face.
"Your home. The way it was put together, I think I'm in love love with your interior decorator's mind. Everything about your home, was along the idea of what I'm looking for." He knew it was her, he wanted to work his way into her mind. Assuming the position of control in someone's life, if done correctly starts with the mind.
"Oh really, well, that all comes from the incredibly dark, and passionate mind of Bonnie. She designed her entire home as well as the theme, and color scheme. Trust me, I sat with her for hours and days for a few months just looking at colors, patterns, materials. Etcetera. She was incredibly meticulous about her plans. And obviously Kol didn't give two squirts."
"Yea, it wasn't done professionally. It was just me. Sorry I don't have the name of a professional to give you."
"I knew you guys would have a lot in common. I think it's great Bonbon. Why don't you help Damon with the theme and the design of his addition? This would give you two a chance to get to know each other better."
"Kat, I'm sure he wants a professional. Maybe you should just-"
"That's a great idea, Bonnie. Why not? I can call you with the details, and maybe you can come by this week, and check it out. I'll let you know what I'm looking for, and you just work your magic." His sly grin hit her in a soft spot, her nipples to be exact. The second he smiled at her, her nipples got hard and she had to agree to keep the attention off of her. He was sex personified, and she was in trouble if she didn't control her hormones around him.
"Well I do have a busy work week, but-"
"But that's why you have me. So whatever you need, I got you. Just make a little time in your schedule." Kat said cocking her head to the side, prepared to keep Bonnie from making excuses.
"Kitten, mind your business now, you've said enough. I'm sure Bonnie and Damon, don't want you, imposing your ideas any further." Elijah gave her a commanding look, and she rolled her eyes. Then looked to Bonnie.
"You've been saved by Elijah, Bonbon." Kat and her sly tongue gave Damon all of the question he needed to move forward with. If this was a game of chess, Kat was Damon's alliance to taking Bonnie down. Capturing her queen, and Kinging her with himself.
Damon smiled at Kats attempts and looks to Bonnie. "So what do you say? I can use your expertise, Bonbon." He said mocking Kats term of endearment for her.
"Sure, I can fit you in Tuesday. It's my short day and my appointment with Kol isn't until six. So I have a couple of hours of free time."
She glanced at him briefly and he said, "Perfect, we can get a lot done in two hours." He suggestively glanced, making Bonnie gulp her water and walked out of the room to fan herself. Kat followed behind her.
"Bonbon, what the hell are you trying to keep so distant from Damon? Are you not attracted to him? I mean, he's a good looking man."
"What are looks Kat? He is the man my husband hired to help him cheat."
"No. I thought I explained this to you. Damon is a Dom consultant. He is hired by men and women, who want to learn to take a natural dominant position in their relationships. Kol hired Damon to try and toughen him up."
"So explain why he was having dinner with me and my husband, posing as my husband's mistresses lover? Wow, it even sounds despicable."
"Listen, he didn't put Kol's dick in that intern bitch, he damn sure didn't tell him to cheat. Kol should've got some other guy to play the fake boyfriend, I'm telling you, Damon doesn't do that kind of thing. He didn't know you. All he knew was Kol was Elijah's stupid younger brother. A favor for a friend type thing. Please don't hold him accountable for what happened that night."
"Kat, I... I am not a woman who can give up control. I watched my mom and my dad my whole life. My mom was the stay at home mom, who lost all of her joy at some point. Fulfilling everyone's dreams but her own. Then I watched my dad struggle to keep her happy. It was painful to watch."
"Bon that's marriage, I mean relationships in general. No one, relationship is perfect. If your mom and dad wanted a separation or divorce, they'd have done it by now that there's no kids at home to raise."
"Now they are too afraid to see if they can find anyone else at their age."
"You're just making that up now. You have no idea if it's true. Your parents always look happy and in love. Listen Bonbon, there is so much more to relationships that goes beyond our years, but we can't think that far ahead sometimes. You and I are forward thinkers. We always have been, but let's be real, next week isn't promised, not even tomorrow. We can't die focusing on happiness twenty years from now. Sometimes we have to live for today."
"I'm just not trying to be someone's conquest. I want a connection. An actual connection."
"How can you ever connect to anyone, as long as your leaving the door open to the past? I love you girl, I do. But you have never had a weakness, except for one. And his name is Kol Mikaelson. I don't know what that man has, that keeps you, but you have got to let him go. You don't owe him anything."
And Bonnie knew she had to try and believe what Kat was saying. But she couldn't. "Kat, I got on birth control two years ago."
"So what. You guys agreed to stop trying to conceive two years ago, right?"
"No. We didn't agree, I told him that we could still try, but we had to change the way we did things. Which is why we went to sex only two days a week."
"Only twice a week? Sheesh."
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "I had my reasons. However, I just gave up. I stopped, and I got on birth control. He has no idea. But...He was making me crazy Kat. Kol... He has a problem. He kept on..." Bonnie's eyes welled up with tears and she started to cry.
"He kept on what? Bonnie talk to me!"
"He just..." Bonnie dropped her head backwards, and ran her hands from the root to the tip of her hair. And held on to her hair as if the weight of the world sat on her scalp. "I cant. Okay. I can't talk about it right now. It's just- it's complicated and you wouldn't understand."
"Oh my God, come here Bonnie. Come here." Kat grabbed her sobbing friend and held her. Bonnie never cried about Kol. She in fact, rarely let out an emotion about her husband since they got married. Bonnie and Kol's marriage problems went deeper than having children, but she wasn't willing to just talk about it. Everything surrounding her and Kol was a mess, and her guilt behind the lie is what made her go back. She felt that like leaving him, would him do something crazy. "Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah. Let's just go back in and relax. Maybe I can have a drink or two before the sun comes up..."
"In an hour or so...?"
"Sheesh, already?"
"Yeah." Kat says as the door opens up from behind them. The blue eyed, grinning man stands there with a drink in hand.
"Hey, you guys coming back in? I mean, two men playing cards is okay, but it's much more fun with two beautiful women to look at from time to time." Damon said winking at Bonnie. She rolls her eyes, pushing everything that happened between them to the back of her mind.
"Yeah. We are. Let's go inside Bonbon."
Kat walks in first and Bonnie follows as Damon waits for them both, when Bonnie passes him, he hands her a drink. "I made this for you."
"What is it?"
"What do you mean, what is it?"
"Yea, what is this drink?"
"It's Delicious. Now drink it." He softly demanded, while smirking at her furrowed brows. Reluctantly she grabs the drink, then walks in. Then he walks in the cabin closing the door behind them. The four of them stayed at Damon's cabin until the sun came up.
The rough drafts of the chapters always start out around 6000 words, by the time I have done edits and corrections they grow. Oops! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please leave your thoughts, or expectations so far :)