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Damon came so hard and deep inside me all I could do was watch and revel in his body's reaction to mine. Christ it was difficult to concentrate on the magic that held him firmly in place while he was still throbbing inside me. As the last tremor rolls through him I lean in to kiss him lightly on the lips. Dayum this motherfucker is beautiful I think to myself then slide off of him. Our bodies make that sticky, separating sound. You know the one your mouth makes when you pull your tongue from the roof of it and smack your lips together at the same time? He must have caught my thought because his lips twitched and burst into an all out grin.
"You too Bonnie" he whispers and I almost swoon. What the hell has gotten into me?
"Do you really need an answer to that little one?" he asks. "You know, I could make this even better for you if you would let me use my hands."
"Damon, don't answer my questions when I haven't asked them aloud" I say perturbed. "Anyway, I don't think it can get any better than this Mr. Salvatore and as much as I'd like to test your theory it's so not going to happen. You think I'd let you go so that you can rip out my throat? I did just take you against your will, well, kind of" I smile with a confident air. "I'll be right back." I pick up my clothes and head to the bathroom. Once inside I take a look in the mirror and am not the least bit surprised by what I see. The dark beauty that's been humming just beneath the surface of my skin has now clawed its way free and I look stunning cloaked in nothing but sex and magic. Hell yeah, this new Bonnie is hot! The shy sweet Bennett witch has decided to take a back seat, for now. Thank God, she was soooooo boring I think to myself with a little smile.
After a quick bird bath I walk back into the guest room with a warm cloth. I lean down to clean up the evidence of what we'd just done taking my time on an object that's probably brought more pleasure to women than the declaration of love. My attention was not lost on Damon as he started to harden under my touch. Well fuck!
He shrugged and said "In case you hadn't noticed I didn't protest, AT ALL" Damon looks down at his hardness and back at me "and I'm ready for round two whenever you are."
"You mean you are ok with being bound and fucked? I never thought of you as the submissive type" I utter incredulously and pull his jeans back up and over gorgeous thighs and hips.
"Well witchy, you haven't tasted you" he said and licked his lips. "I will gladly play along if I can get more of whatever it is you have running through those pretty little veins. But just to be clear - when I am free, and I will be free, my Dominant side has a few things in store you" he says pining me with a look that promises, at minimum, to give as much as I served. My body immediately responds to the totally sexy and potentially deadly threat.
I can smell the affect my words are having on you. You need to let me taste you…down there.
He directs his thoughts at me and my eyes follow his. Damon's gaze lingers at the apex of my thighs and when I look up to meet those gorgeous blues the image he conjures stifles me. I am overwhelmed by sensation and the promise of what's to come should I acquiesce. Through his eyes I see my skin glistening and I am now the occupant of his chair. My heels are planted high and resting on opposite corners of the seat, my knees spread wide. Both hands reach up to grip the wood behind my head in anticipation as I watch him kneel down in front of me. His devouring look lets me know that I am about to receive something more than just pleasure. "Christ, Bonnie. You are perfect!" he says ardently. The moment his mouth touches me my body reacts so completely it betrays my seemingly calm demeanor. He wraps his hands around my ankles and decides to begin with light kisses on the inside of my thighs and follow through with long hot, tongue kisses on my clit.
A few minutes in to the sweetest French kisses I'd ever experienced I decide to open my eyes and catch him staring up at me. I'd never seen lust like that on someone's face and it almost pushed me over the edge but Damon being Damon is such a fucking tease. He's a little too good at reading my body and eases up every time I'm ready to come. "Please!" I scream as my hands tangle into his hair. When he pulls back with a light popping sound I notice his gloss coated lips and have to suppress a moan that boarders on frustration and awe. He wipes my stickiness off with his fingers and dips them into his mouth. "Fucking hot" I say out loud as he smirks and dives back in. This time he sucks and fucks me with two long, pale digits. It had to be impossible for him to breathe with the way I had his head fastened to me but he didn't seem to care. If he died smothered between my thighs I would gladly let him perish as long as he finished what he started. "Oh my God Damon…I'm almost there. Don't. You. Fucking. Stop. Sucking. Me!" I scream then shatter into pieces.
"Damon, God! Stop with the imagery" I say hot as hell. We are both breathing heavy and staring at each other when reality sets in. I can't break the binding spell because I can feel you. Your emotions are still all over the place and I can't let you hurt anyone else, including me. His annoyance level was rising. I knew he was tired of everyone thinking he was unstable but could you blame us? Seriously, look at his history. I also knew he was more than hurt that I'd think he would do something so cruel to someone he cared about. I was about to question him about his "caring" but was interrupted by a barrage of thoughts.
Bonnie. You know what you are. Put wards on the doors so that I can't escape, so that I can't enter your room while you sleep, whatever…just let me show you a few things my dirty dark witch will appreciate.
"Fine" I utter and he looks at me in total shock. "I'll let you go but not so that you can have free reign over me. Besides you should probably eat, drink, shower and whatever. After I spell the house you won't be able to leave this room but you can assert your Dominance…here" I giggle as my hand makes a sweeping gesture across the room.
"You are so very funny Bennett" he says sarcastically.
"I know Salvatore. I'll be back" I fling over my shoulder as I make my way out of room and down the stairs.
Damon could not believe that he'd just had sex with "The Bennett Witch" and that the experience had been all consuming and devastatingly intense due to the psychic connection they now shared. In his 175 plus years of existence he'd banged it out with his fair share of the judgy but Bennett's were considered royalty and thus off limits. Of course she didn't know that, yet. It was a rite that would be invoked around her 19th birthday and with her lack of blood ties he would probably be the one to break the news. Why he was the one who always had to pull off the Band-Aid was still a fucking mystery he thought to himself.
Bonnie returned moments later with blood, bourbon and an overnight bag filled with my things. God she's beautiful. What the fuck man? You've got to snap out of this pussy whipped shit! "Aww Bon, how sweet and before you ask I would love to have a girls weekend with you. We can paint each others toe nails and practice French kissing" he says darkly.
"Hey, how did you know we used to…"she says and his jaw drops. Fuck, my girls are going to kill me. "Damon, if you say one word about that to anyone I'll fry your ass" she says trying to keep the grin from creeping up on her face.
As soon as I pull my jaw up off the floor I shrug it off and feign indifference knowing that I am going to use this little piece of information to tease her incessantly. She must have been satisfied with my response because she didn't' press me any further.
"I'm going to spell the house and when I am done I'll release you" she says as I watch her gorgeous round ass exit the room.
Damon could hardly contain his excitement. Oh, sure the sustenance and shower were needed but getting into the little witches head while she slept was going to be so much fun. He would meet her in the dream-world and have her undo the spell. Hell, by the time she realized what she'd done she would be at his mercy. Oh yes Ms. Bennett! What goes around comes around and you are so fucked.