Thank you all for your continued to support, it seriously makes my day to read what you all think! I am very nervous about how this chapter will be received; It is the full version of the vision Damon had in Chapter 1, it really pushes the boundaries and may be too much for some of you to read. But, I promised myself I wouldn't hold back and that I'd make this story as sadistic and as horrifying as I wanted and that's what I have done with this chapter. READ THE WARNINGS IT'S RATED M FOR A REASON. That being said, I really, really hope you all like it and can appreciate this side to Damon as much as I do.
The winner of the reader challenge was vampygirly1864, if you would like to PM me to discuss ideas, then I'll try and incorporate them into an upcoming chapter.
Caroline blinked her eyes open, a faint smile forming on her lips as she was released from the darkness that had terrified her mind. Her eyes widened as they adjusted to the light, drinking in the ever so familiar surroundings, her smile disappearing from her cracked lips as she come to realise it wasn't a dream, she had been pulled back into her living nightmare. A helpless whimper escaped her lips, tears instantly springing to her eyes as she ran over the torment in her mind, knowing that it was inevitable that round two would begin at any moment.
Damon's ear perked up as the delightful whimper revolved around in his mind, a dark smirk plastering across his lips as he rose from the chair across the room. He stepped from the shadows into the light, watching in amusement as Caroline's eyes darted in his direction, goosebumps erupting over her porcelain skin as he edged closer to her. His brow rose curiously as he drank in her bound form, watching her writhe against the leather cuffed around her wrists and the headboard, loving to watch her squirm and squeal.
"You're awake...finally" he shot her a playful grin, slowly clambering onto the bed, his smile widening as she cowered pathetically.
"Stay away from me" her teeth gritted to him as she kicked her feet in an attempt to push him away.
"What's the matter Blondie? Don't you want to play?" he leant forward, pulling a kitchen knife from the confines of his jeans.
Caroline's eyes instantly widened with fear as they set upon the long, sharp blade, watching the metal glisten as he rotated it teasingly in the light.
"Let's just say I have ways of making you very agreeable" Damon flicked his eyes to meet hers, his teeth hungrily grazing across his lower lip as he twisted the knife in mid air.
Caroline began to breathe erratically, her eyes fixed on the blade Damon grasped in his hand, watching his every move as he crept closer. She harshly chewed her lips, not wanting to give in to his game, needing to be strong and put up a show of resistance; he wouldn't break her she thought to herself. Damon casually climbed on top of her, resting snugly on her hips, a devious smirk playing at his lips as he rocked back and forth against her core, watching her face contort with disgust.
"Not going to moan for me today?" he chuckled lowly "You loved it the other night, what changed?" he taunted her, moving his hips teasingly against hers, eager to awake the ache between her legs, toy with it and relish in the pain and the pleasure.
"Don't worry Blondie, you will be screaming in no time" he winked, slowly bringing the blade to rest against the fabric of her dress.
Caroline swallowed thickly, his words resonating within her, playing over and over in her mind, she was trapped in her very own horror movie, only there was no cut, the scene was just going to keep going and going until...
Damon leisurely glided the knife up the material of her dress, stopping inches from her throat and watching avidly as the fabric split like silk, parting perfectly to nestle either side of her breasts. Caroline clenched her eyes shut, the cold air licking against her sensitive nipples and making them hard, her heart pounding beneath her chest as Damon teased the blunt edge of the knife over her milky skin.
"You like that?" Damon toyed with her, eyeing her pert nipples. He leant down, his icy breath fanning over her sore neck as he whispered darkly in her ear "I think you secretly love it" his teeth latched onto her earlobe before giving it a playful lick, sitting back up to watch her wriggle.
Damon pressed the blade against her succulent neck, a sadistic glare burning in his eyes as he peered down at her, Caroline's lips beginning to betray her and quiver slightly as the cold metal dug into her delicate skin. She glared up at him, the slight shake of her lips causing a sinister smile to smear across his lips, he loved every second of it, willing her to break for him, but pleading with her to stay strong so he could relish in his assault longer. Caroline knew it...it was a lose lose situation, she was playing devil's advocate with the devil but she didn't know what was the lesser of the two evils.
Damon sank the knife harder into her slender neck, watching excitedly as her skin began to redden under his touch, her blood rushing to the surface, specks pebbling against her milky skin as he pushed the blade down forcefully. A painful wince slipped from Caroline's pale lips, tears stinging in her eyes as the pain seared in her throat, the partially healed wound in the side of her neck cracking open, and blood dribbling effortlessly from it. Damon's nostrils flared with gratification as the fruits of his labour spilled before his eyes, veins cascading down his cheeks as the other worldly smell of her filled his nose.
A dreadful scream ghost around the room as Caroline cried out in pain, coughs spluttering from her throat as she choked back her tears. Damon pulled the knife from her blood stained neck, his tongue rolling enthusiastically against the serrated edge, the taste of her intoxicating blood seeping into his mouth and rolling delightfully against his warm tongue. His eyes flickered shut, indulging in her sweet nectar, feeling himself buzz like an addict as she shot through his system, electrifying his itching veins with her exotic taste. Damon's eyes shot open again, a red glow burning within them as he glared down at her, fixed on the blood coating her succulent and inviting neck. He swooped down, delicately devouring the crimson liquid, licking her neck clean of his attack, destroying the traces of blood that littered her porcelain skin.
Caroline's head rolled back as she welcomed the warmth of his tongue, each flick soothing the sting he had previously created. She was disgusted with herself for not fighting his advances, but, this, she had decided, was the lesser of the evils, the trails of his tongue far more alluring than the sweeps of a blade. She closed her eyes as his tongue danced over her skin, savouring each and every last drop of her blood, his tongue creeping from his mouth to glaze over his lips, wanting any remnants of her still lingering on his plump lips.
Damon reluctantly pulled away from the comfort of her neck, his brow arching as his eyes roamed over her face, watching her features display hints of pleasure. He pressed the knife back against her neck, angered that she would dare to enjoy his touch without his permission, wanting to punish her for such audacity. Caroline quickly opened her eyes as she felt the warmth of his tongue replaced by the cold prick of the blade, the deathly stare returning to his eyes as she peered up at him. Her persona quickly changed to match his, her feisty attitude taking hold of her in an attempt to protect herself from his vicious nature, knowing her other side would break with one swipe of the blade.
Damon teasingly trailed the knife down her body, watching avidly as her stomach caved, the tip scrapping across her velvety skin and down between her legs. A devilish smirk tugged at his lips as a small gasped echoed from her lips, the edge of the knife being teased against the inside of her thigh.
"Lets play 20 questions" Damon flashed her a playful grin, pressing the knife a little harder into her thigh.
Caroline remained silent, partly to rile him up and partly because she knew he wouldn't like any answer she had to give.
"Question one, what's your name?" Damon run the cold blade up and down the length of her thigh, tilting his head as he awaited her answer.
Caroline's teeth sank harshly into her lower lip, blood almost bursting to the surface as she thought hard about whether to answer him, a disobedient gleam twinkling in her eyes as she resisted his entices.
"Go fuck yourself" she spat in his face, immediately cowering back against the pillow as a reaping look encompassed his face.
Damon breathed calmly, suppressing his vampiric features and his animalistic nature from surfacing, remaining calm under her show of resistance. She wanted to play, oh, he could play He thought, dark visions invading his mind.
"Nice name sweetheart, but it's not the one I was looking for" he pressed the blade roughly against her inner thigh and gave it a forceful sweep, blood spewing fluently from the wound and trickling down her leg, staining his crisp white sheets a dark shade of red.
Caroline let out a terrific scream, tears instantly pricking in her eyes and leaking from the corners as the blade sliced her skin effortlessly, a warm swell of blood dribbling down the inside of her thigh and running back to pool against her core. Short, sharp pants spilled from her lips as the colour drained from her face, her body desperately trying to get over the shock of his most recent assault, pain ebbing through every fibre of her body.
"Now let's try again, shall we?" he tenderly stroked his finger along the slit in the leg, lapping up some of her blood before bringing it to his lips, his tongue laving over the pad of his finger, indulging in the delicious taste of her once again.
"What's your name?" A soft smile smeared across his lips in an attempt to lure the information from her.
"My name is, Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me. You. Sadistic. Prick." Caroline couldn't believe the words that she had just uttered, her eyes glazing with tears as she prepared herself for the inevitable pain that would be inflicted upon her.
"I've got all the time in the world Blondie" A dark chuckle slipped from his amused lips, admiring her show of strength, but intending to punish her nonetheless.
"Do you know how many pints of blood the human body has?" He pressed the blade against her opposite thigh, leisurely dancing the tip of it up and down her soft skin.
"hmm?" he coyly waited for her to answer.
Caroline pursed her lips, sinking her head back into the pillow as she prayed with her mind to take her somewhere else.
"It has around 8-10" he dug the tip harder into her thigh, feeling her veins thud under his touch.
"And do you know how many pints you have to lose before you die?" An amused smile curved onto his lips as the tip sank into her skin, splitting it effortlessly.
Caroline let out a shallow scream as the blade tore into her thigh, sniffling slightly as she struggled to catch her breath, her hips bucking in protest as she desperately tried to wriggle away from him, the leather of his belt digging deeper into her wrists as she convulsed under him.
"It can lose about 4 pints" he made another incision, this time higher, struggling to keep hold of his human facade, his vampiric features desperate to surface as the heavenly smell of her blood flickered in his nose.
"Shall we see how many pints it takes you to lose before you answer my question?" he swooped between her legs, unable to deny himself another taste of her, his tongue plucking at the wounds and tempting more blood from them to satisfy his constant craving.
Damon's tongue licked over her blood stained skin, treating himself to her glorious nectar, his hands gripping her hips firmly to keep her still as he assaulted her in a different way. Caroline clenched her eyes shut, wincing each time his tongue prodded at her wounds, teasing her blood from her, the sting radiating through her body before being licked and sucked away. She tried to fight it, but an overwhelming sense of pleasure began to flood her, the pain having sent her into a delirium, any soothing touch now seeming magnified.
Damon trailed his tongue higher, his nose brushing against her underwear, his nostrils flaring as the scent of blood and arousal spilled into his nose, igniting his senses on another level. He turned his attention to her core, his fangs nipping at the joint between her leg, desperate to add more blood to her already stained underwear, the occasional flicks of his tongue causing her to spasm. He sucked the crimson material into his mouth, sucking the delectable liquid from it before pushing it to one side, his tongue catching a taste of something else, something he wanted equally.
Caroline breathed heavily, wetness beginning to pool between her legs, her folds becoming slick from his pleasurable advances, any touch feeling heavenly after his brutal attack on her. She willingly parted her legs, revelling in his caress as his tongue swept along the length of her slit, lapping up her delicious juices, the coppery taste of her blood and the sweet but salty taste of her mixing delightfully on his tongue. Damon rolled his tongue harder against her, flicking and teasing the tip against her bud, feeling her dampen even more with each touch, eager to drink as much of her as possible. He delved deeper, cleaving open her silky folds as he slipped his tongue inside, twisting it to fit her perfect shape. His thumb rubbed violently over her nub as his tongue teased her slick walls, tempting more of her juices into his welcoming mouth, her core burning from his touch, enjoying every flick of his talented tongue.
Caroline bit her lip roughly to prevent any moans from escaping her, not wanting to indulge fully, her mind still very much aware of the monster that he was, the monster that she was willingly letting devour her. She arched her back into his mouth, his thumbs moving to part her folds, giving him direct access to all the right places. She bit down harder as his tongue skilfully brushed up and down her slit, alternately between exploring her insides and licking her clean, each roll of his tongue more pleasurable than the last. Damon built her quickly, feeling her contract under his tongue, spasms of bliss rippling through her body, her hands tangling in his hair as she desperately tried to stifle her moans.
"Caroline...my name is Caroline" she moaned for him, her body tumbling into oblivion.
Damon pulled away, his tongue licking her juices from around his mouth, the faint taste of blood still lingering on his lips.
"It's a pleasure Caroline, I'm Damon" he said, sex dripping from his words.
She drove him crazy, she was feisty but innocent at the same time, riled him up like no other, made him want to slit her throat and drain her quickly, but keep her and relish in her deliciousness a second later. If he had learnt one thing other than her name, it was that to get anything out of her, he had to drive her to brink of insanity and he liked it!
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