Black Velvet
Chapter 4 Pushing Boundaries Pt I - The Glass Room
Chapter Rating M - adult situations
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Bonnie Bennett never went to bed Thursday night. She stayed at the cabin with Kat, Elijah, and Damon the rest of the night having some drinks and playing cards. She also ignored Damon. But she wasn't sure if it was because of his request or if it was because she just knew he was trouble. Come 5 am Kat took her back home to get clothes and they both went to work un-showered, hungover, and tired. Kol wasn't home, but her guess was he realized she didn't sleep at home.
Kat and Bonnie sat in the office of Bonnie's hungover and overly focused on both work and hunger pains.
"Babe, I'm gonna have one of the interns grab some donuts and Starbucks."
"Donuts? Gross. It's too early for donuts Kat. I need some protein. Maybe a breakfast burrito or a bagel sandwich."
"Bitch you're being very picky. Okay, I'm not about to have a brand new intern running around town acting lost for two hours. I'm hungry now."
"Fine, Kat. Whatever. No coffee for me. Grande green tea frap, and one of the breakfast bagels warmed up. Please your highness."
Kat walked out to the office and quickly gave a written list to an intern and told her assistant to go with the intern. She walked back in Bonnie's office and closed and locked the door, sat on the couch then plopped her body all the way back throwing her sunglasses in her eyes before speaking.
"So how was last night with Damon? Or should I say this morning..."
"It was fine, nothing happened?" She said lying to Kat.
"Bon, don't think I didn't notice you both disappear for like fifteen minutes."
"How would you know; you were locked in a room being fucked into submission."
"I peeked out to check for you, make sure you didn't take my car and leave. But when we finally got back out to you two, I tried reading your faces to see if you fucked him, but I got nothing."
"That's because I didn't do anything with him. Last night was chill, thanks for getting me out. No expectations came of it." She said lying again. But Bonnie honestly thought if she pretended to forget, then it didn't really happen because people say and do things they don't mean when they are drunk. She was going to chop it up to being drunk. Even if she hadn't had any drinks at that moment. She would blame it on him being drunk.
"No? Why? Don't you think he's a great guy?"
"I don't know him enough to know if he's great, but Kat I am in counseling with Kol. Not that it means Kol and I are going to succeed. I don't know. But even if I were to focus on something else, it couldn't be till after me and Kol gave up."
"You gave up. It's him forcing this on you."
"What's happening here? Why can't we just, have hangovers in peace. Without shit talking! Oh speaking of shit talking. Do you and your boyfriend just have sex anywhere?"
"Hey we have an active and healthy sex life. I know you forgot what it's like but I'm only getting hornier as I get older. This man, gives me life Bonbon. He has this way of talking to me, like I'm a naughty little girl and he's scolding me."
"So I've noticed. You love that too. You like doing bad things, and being punished. You like being scolded like a catholic school girl from the fifties." Bonnie didn't hide her unfamiliarity of Dom/sub behavior at all, in fact she almost sounded disgusted by it at times. But Kat could tell she was just curious.
"We do have sex where ever we want. It doesn't mean we want to have sex at an elementary school or a church. We have morals, and dignity. I've never had such an active sex life. Even when I dated more than one person. Elijah fulfills me, he makes me feel things I've never felt." She caught herself being judged for being soft so she cocked back with the sarcasm. "But as I said, we aren't going to have sex somewhere that completely demoralizes our characters."
"I know that idiot. I just realized you guys have this sexy eyes talk right before you're about to bone, and it gets uncomfortable for those around you."
"Oh Bonbizzle. Listen let me tell you something," she began to whisper, "last night when Elijah and I had sex, he stuck his finger in my ass."
Bonnie's face dropped and rose with confusion, and humor. She put her lips together to contain herself, but she laughed through pursed lips and she couldn't help it.
"Are you laughing?"
"I am. That's funny. How did that work out for you?" Her cynical tone didn't get past Kat.
"I'm not sure, I'll let you know when my ass feels normal again."
"Oh my gosh, I'm not sure if I should even ask, but... how many fingers?"
"Two...and a half." Bonnie covered her mouth and held her laughter in her palm. She laughed so hard she almost cried. The thought of Kat telling her that and laying back on the couch with her legs crossed in order to protect her ass from any further intrusion she felt for her friend.
"Girl, I feel for you. Well, luckily... I wasn't feeling for you last night." She laughed at her friend's expense.
"Okay. Laugh it up now. Wait until you give into Damon. I've heard stories about him. Not many, but enough to know me being with the king of kink, is nothing compared to being with the king of torture."
"What are you talking about?"
"Yeah, Damon, from what I hear gives utter pleasure to his subs... But not until after he's tortured them." Bonnie got really quiet and looked at Kat, like she was lying. "He loves torturing his subs."
Bonnie gulped hard.
She was serious when she spoke, "And this is the man, you want me to submit to? A man that will not only try to dominate me, but torture me? What kind of a friend are you?"
Kat laughed rebelliously. "A good one, because I care about you. I'm doing you a favor. You can Dominate Enzo, or submit to Damon. Take your pick. But if I know you, the way I think I do-"
RING
Kat was cut off by Bonnie's office phone ringing. "Well are you going to answer it?"
"No one calls on Fridays. Not for me anyways. All of my business cards as well as the business hours' state that we are closed for business Friday's. So it can go to voicemail."
"No, answer it."
"No!" Bonnie got an attitude. "Why so concerned?"
"I am not." She pronounced every syllable with big girl panties on.
"Okay then." She scoffed.
"Okay then." Kat snapped back.
The voicemail picked it up and it was him.
"Ms. Bennett? I just learned your maiden name thanks to your business voicemail. Hmm. I like it a lot better than Mikaelson. Uhh. Anyway, this is Damon Salvatore. I was freed up today with some time to go over some design ideas for my renovation. Around four pm. I'm hoping your available. Please call me back on the number that shows up on your caller ID. I'll be waiting." He sort of sang that last part with his own sarcastic charm.
Kat laughed. "You better call him. Publication is over at 12 and I'm good after two to handle the staff until six. So, you have no excuses."
"You set that up, and you think I'm stupid."
"Now who's laughing?"
"I'm not going to meet him today. I've been out all night thanks to you. No shower, no proper sleep."
"Please, he won't care." She squeezed trying to adjust herself for the sake of comforting her ass.
"I swear one of these days, little Kitty Kat, I'm going to give you what you deserve."
"An invite to the wedding will be enough."
Just then their sustenance arrives, with a knock at the door.
"Come in."
"Hello, Mrs. Mikaelson, we have the things Ms. Pierce, sent us for."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. Give me that stuff newbie, and go make copies of the employee's weekly memos for next week. There should be a two-page memo on my desk. Titled 'Employee weekly Memo' okay? She pronounced every syllable and spoke to the girl as if English was her second language. "Make thirty copies of the employee memos. That will be a total of 60 pages, got it?"
"Uh, yes. Ma'am Ms. Pierce."
"Do not, call me ma'am."
"I'm sorry Ms. Pierce."
"What's your name again, sweetie?" She asked the young college girl, as Bonnie rolled her eyes at her impossible behavior.
"Skylar."
"Skylar, I'm going to call you Sky okay?"
"Okay." The girl smiled and stayed there like a frightened deer in the headlights.
"Okay, bye Sky!" Kat said waiving.
"Thanks Skylar. We appreciate it." Bonnie smiled, giving the girl a small nod, as Katherine began opening the packages and drinking the coffee, then closing the door.
"I love getting interns from the school. Free labor!"
"And, let's not forget, we were college interns before. We are helping them, and teaching them entrepreneurial-ship and business skills. Let's not forget why we get interns from our alma mater."
"And free labor Bonbon. Let's be real. Free labor, and coffee-getters!"
"You're such a bitch, when you have a hangover."
"I know... mmm, this chocolate donut," her greedy moans, make Bonnie stare at her in delight and amusement. "I think all of the sex in the world is no substitute for chocolate." Kat says. "Chocolate never lets you down, and always gives you the feels." She said devouring her donut.
"Yea, I agree, except sex doesn't give you love handles."
"Speaking of love handles-"
"Nope you get outta my office. Thanks to you I gotta make a phone call to a certain blue eyed devil."
Bonnie slowly walks Kat out of her office as she talks and shuts the door in her face. She rolled her eyes, put her sunglasses back on, trails slowly back to her desk, sits and then plops her head on top of her arms, on top of her desk trying to figure out what to say to the man, but she knew today wouldn't be the day she met up with him. Not after not getting proper rest and a shower.
..Next week - Tuesday..
Guns -n- Roses blasted through the speakers as the reckless man followed the lyrics. Kol found comfort in his red Corvette and drove the back ways to visit his brother Klaus. He sped through the mountain back roads and had no regard for the rules of the road. He drove fast, like a man with no worries. The trees were in a mess of a blur through his windows, while his speedometer hit 96 mph, and he wasn't slowing down.
Welcome to the jungle it gets worse here every day
You learn to live like an animal in the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see you'll take it eventually
You can have everything you want but you better not take it from me
In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your sha na na na na knees knees
I'm gonna watch you bleed
Curve after curve, he hit them like a pro, and he followed through with smooth gear transitions. The man was lucky he made it through the mountainside. He pulled into a large driveway, and was greeted by man with strawberry blond hair and a wickedly, cunning grin. Kol stepped out of the car and didn't even bother shutting the door, as he walked to his older brother's arms and hugged him. "I fucking miss you in the city man, out here in the valley and taking the long drive every day to the city for work. Why not just get a condo, in the city so I can spend time at your place?"
"Little brother. You know, you can't hang out with me every day. What did you do, quit your job again?"
"I did, about three weeks ago after everything went down with the intern, but I'll find another one soon."
"What are you doing? You have a bloody wife. You need to be home every night."
"Says who? I don't get enough sex to be home every night. I may as well enjoy my time the way I want to."
"No sex? See why I never got married. I'd rather keep Haley at an arms distance. That way she gives me what I need and she never feels the need to slow down, because she's always afraid, I might stray. Wives, don't fear that the way girlfriends do. Girlfriends are trying to get you to marry them, while wives already have you."
"Mate, it's far more complicated with Bonnie. Our sex life is... Trivial. It's not entirely her fault."
"Sex is the most natural thing between a man and woman. It should never be trivial."
"Well, she wants to leave me, so I have to be good a while. Act the way she needs me too." He says as they walk through Klaus was house and to a room in the lower level. Klaus sits in the big leather chair and grabs a box of cigars, handing his brother one.
"Well, if what you want is for a marriage to work, you have to work at it little brother. You can't expect her to do it all. You may as well divorce her."
Kol's eyes went from cheerful to angry. "Not happening. Bonnie is my wife. I love her. I will always love her. But she knows I have a problem. She knows my sickness. Yet, still she keeps it away from me. She keeps herself away from me. I've tried everything. But, she is who she is. Stubbornly set in her ways."
"You deserve happiness Kol, but you should know that happiness doesn't just exist for those who don't earn it, and if you haven't rightfully earned, then well it comes at a price little brother."
"Meaning? Come on Klaus, don't speak to me in riddles, like Elijah does." Frustrated Kol, puffed on his freshly lit Cuban, and put one of his hands in his pocket as he tried to calm his nerves.
"I mean, you can either really work hard at making her happy, because once you do that, once you make your wife happy, by natures rule, she will fulfill you, her husband's every desire. Hints the phrase, happy wife, happy life..."
"Okay, but..."
"But if you don't want to work hard for happiness, do it the false way. Buy it, borrow it, take it. Mistresses, girlfriends, hookers... It's all out there. You can be the man who works for happiness, or the man that borrows it. The man who works for it, deserves it more."
"Right." Kol stood a while and gave thought to what Klaus said. Sometimes he thought there was no pleasing the woman he married. She was so impossible to please, he took the shortcuts. But he spoiled himself with her and then tried his hardest to impregnate her. The second Bonnie realized how hard it was to take care of Kol and his needs, she told him, having children was almost inconceivable and that her body needed a break, but he couldn't give her a break, he needed her every day night and day. He was driving Bonnie crazy with his sexual demands of her body. Morning noon and night, his hunger for her was strong, but every time they touched he made it about him, and over time, she realized he was a selfish lover, and husband.
"Why is it always easier to talk to you, than it is Elijah?"
"Elijah, the black sheep? Kol, Elijah marches to the beat of the bastard child's drum. It's lonely, and without apologies, and he prefers it that way." Klaus liked to poke at the fact that Elijah had a different father from the rest of them.
"Bloody bastard you are Nikklaus."
"Plans today?"
"Marriage counseling later with Bonnie."
"Wow, things are that bad? Well mate, I mean I've always liked Bonnie. But you ever think maybe you're not meant for each other?"
"Not at all. She was made for me. She is my wife. I won't let her leave me."
"Well, if she wants to go there's not much you can do. You can't force her to stay."
"I love my wife okay. That is all that should matter." Klaus looked at his impossibly spoiled little brother and refused to argue with Kol. Kol was set in his ways and he always wanted what he wanted. When it came to Bonnie, he kept her away from everyone. Which made it appear as though she as controlling their relationship, but really, he hated sharing her attention. He became so selfish he made her despise him.
"I tell you what baby brother. I will talk to Logan from the old firm you worked at. He and I get together every so often for the races. We'll both be betting this weekend, and I think I can get him to hire you back. Even though you quit so selfishly."
"What? You joking right? Bonnie would love it if I got that job back. I made good money there, and I was better at... Handling my life when I worked there." He said disappointed in himself.
"All I can tell you is, if I do this for you, don't fuck it up baby brother! And do t tell stone I got you the job, or you'll never hear the end of it. They want you to be a man and help yourself, Kol. But I say... What is family for? So don't tell your wife or Elijah, I did this for you. They won't look at you the same."
"Of course not, Nik. Thank you. You always seem to have my back, you never let me fall."
"What is family's for?" Nik said, with his cigar between his teeth and his hand behind his baby brothers head.
...BD...
Bonnie drove until she pulled into a long drive way. This house was close to Kol's older brother, Klaus on the other side of the mountain, outside of the city. It was a large house with a lot of glass windows and it sat secluded away from any other house for a while. She wasn't sure if this was his home, but she suddenly felt a shiver as she approached a gate at the beginning of a long drive way. She pressed the button on the prompt, and when it rang the familiar, voice at the other end greeted... "Ms. Bennett..."
"Yes. This is she. Can I please come through the gate?" Before she could finish her sentence the gate was opening. She was early trying to manage her time. It was fifteen minutes until 4 and she felt embarrassed, thinking her punctuality may be perceived as interest beyond business. In actuality in business it was better to be early than on time. Bonnie's reflective thoughts were overpowering her professional intent.
She drove the long drive way feeling her nerves getting worked up. Why was his house so secluded and private? The entire driveway lined with rose bushes. Not just any color roses, all red roses. When she got to the end, a garage door was opening for her, and out walked a man, in black slim fit slacks and a black button up shirt that was undone by about three or four buttons at the top. He wore those same cap toe Italian, leather shoes from the night she met him. His hair was lined up and neatly trimmed. He was in his element. He must've just come home from work. He wasn't wearing a tie, but she could tell he must've recently taken it off.
Damn he's sexy.
He looked directly at her and she looked down biting her lip. Nervously she sat there. He stood and waited for her to look up, when she didn't, he walked to her door and opened it for her, causing her to jump. "Ah."
He laughed. "I'm sorry for scaring you. It's just, I thought maybe… you needed help?"
She looked up at him and smiled. "Uh, no. I'm okay." She reached over to grab her sunglasses and purse and he interrupted her.
"Hey, I opened the garage so that you could pull your car in."
"No thanks, I'm fine out here."
"I'm looking at your car, it's spotless. I can tell you park it in your garage at home. See those rain clouds up there? I'm just trying to be hospitable."
Bonnie looked up and realized he wasn't lying so she, agreed. Once inside of his garage, she saw tools and a work bench, and it was a little messier than what she would have imagined. Then she looked to her right and saw a 1967 Chevy Camaro, that it looked like he was working on. It was Sky blue, and really classic, and clean. She saw the original hubcaps on it, and smiled. It reminded her of her dads older classic Camaro he used to drive around when she was younger and take to car shows. Now it collected dust in her parent's garage. He trailed her car in the garage and once again opened her door. She jumped again.
"Okay, you've gotta stop sneaking up on me like that." She held her chest as he made her heart speed up.
Then she stepped her leg out of the car, as his hand held out to her.
oOo Damon's POV oOo
How many different ways can you see one woman, and never be got damned disappointed? She's so sexy, I can't help but stare. She had on an all-black. Her heels were doing what they could to elevate her. I mean, they had to be about five inches and the second I lifted her out of the car, I stood above her enough to see the part in her hair. Which I found sexy that she wears a bob. Yes, I know what Bob is, it suits her. It's sophisticated and... It's brings out her face. But then the black pencil skirt with the center split, she was wearing and the black button up, short sleeve, reminded me of myself. "Great minds think alike." I told her and she noticed our matching attire, I know she did. Then I heard her take a whiff of my cologne. I could hear it, though slight and unusually quiet. She smelled me, and well, I know I didn't disappoint, because she exhaled after she smelled me and that was her que, that this man takes care of himself. She wore Chanel number five, and I already have a sense of what type of woman she is. She prefers things that are classic. I could do without her dark colored lipstick, it's really dark, but, would I love to see it smeared on my skin? Sure. Anywhere on my body, her lips touch, is fine with me. I'm standing so close to her, could feel her body heat. God, she turns me on.
"All black everything." Bonnie said as he took note of their marching attire, and she looked at her car, and dually noted the notion that all black everything was her 'thing.' Black interior, exterior, and tints. her rims were even black.
"You are mighty short Ms. Bennett. With a larger than life attitude."
"Damn right. So are we going to just stand here pinned against Josie?"
"Josie?"
"Yes, my car. Her name is Josie."
"I would ask why, but I'm hoping to always have something to talk about whenever I see you. So we'll save that conversation for next time." He said smirking and directing his hand as to lead her into his home.
"Next time?"
"Yes. Of course, you are my design consultant. This is our "first meeting" of however many more we may have until the design has come together."
"Listen, Mr. Salvatore, I agreed to help you come up with ideas, and themes, but I am in no way a professional. Just a passionate woman about my surroundings."
"You are exactly what I need." He stared suggestively, and she froze trying to keep from reading between the lines. She changed the subject. He opened the door and walked them in.
"So this is your home?"
"It depends..."
"On what?"
"Are you going to stalk me?" He asked jokingly as she rolled her eyes.
"Never. I'm merely observing your tastes so I can get an idea of what you like." She said as she looked around.
"So what do I like?"
"You are particular. You prefer everything to be black and white in theory."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, simple questions with simple answers."
"That isn't entirely true. But finish, I'm enjoying this."
"I look at your wooden floors and your lead colored walls, with a hint of only black and red in the room, I can tell you want to keep things controlled, but I see your books and paperwork on your couch. This means that you don't always make it to your office. Something about you, wants to give in a little to the mess." She pauses and he just listens.
"Your house is cold, the air conditioning is always on, you are rarely here, you have no reason to be, its lonely and empty and it drives you crazy that no one is here to come home to. Yet, you drive yourself to loneliness, due to your need for control."
"Is that so?"
"But I get this from the lay out of your home. I could be wrong. Nothing about your home is inviting. Its sexy, its dark, its mysterious, but nothing says, 'Hey stick around a while.' It all says, I am not home very often. If I am being honest, I don't think you invite women here."
"You are absolutely right. I don't invite women here. IN fact, you Ms. Bennett, are an exception."
"Well, that is refreshing. That lets me know that, maybe you are looking for a reason to be here, and that is why you have this add on. You want it to serve a purpose for your life."
"This is really interesting." He says.
"Your design tastes, you like to be mysterious. You want to bring a person into your orbit, and control the situation. Hints the red and black. You have a large surround, is that for television or music?"
"Music?"
"What kind of music?"
"Classical, sometimes classic rock."
"Classical, your dark and passionate. Classic Rock, your very sexually, uninhibited."
"These things you speak of, are really striking a nerve… but not inside of me. Inside of you Ms. Bennett."
"Why do you say that?"
"That fact that you have studied me in the first five minutes of being in my home, lets me know, I have a little control inside of your head. You enjoy it. You enjoy my tie to your brain."
"Untrue. In every sense of the idea."
He rolls his eyes. "Okay. Whatever." He laughs. "So, what if I wanted to be romantic, what would be a style of romance, that suits me?"
"Steering clear of the colors that you have so much control over. The red and black, while sexy are not romantic. Romantic is blissful, free, open, dreamy, and poetic."
"How can there be romanticism brought into my home?" He asks.
"I'm not a designer, Mr. Salvatore. Just a woman with a mind for seeing how my world should be depicted and decorated. I can't tell you what you will like."
"I'm willing to bet I like the things you like. Give me a try. How can I romanticize this place?"
"Make it inviting for a woman. Give her something to look forward to. Add some wall art, room décor, sentiments that make a woman feel romanced. Not just anything, okay, things that mean a lot to you, so when she asks about it, you can honestly explain it. I can't tell you enough how men try too hard and have no idea what they are doing. Don't be that guy. Buy things you truly appreciate and find to be beautiful."
"Noted."
"A couple of other ideas. A vase of exotic flowers. A throw blanket on the couch. It will make her feel as though you can cuddle and watch movies together on a rainy day. Take those solid red curtains down and add some sheer ones. Put some lamps in here. You don't have to just use this bright white light. Add some beautifully shaded lamps that offer a color tint to the room. Oh, and get a rug to go in front of that fire place. Every woman wants to make love in front of a fireplace. Especially one so regal as yours. Do you even burn wood in there?"
"I haven't had a reason to."
"That is your problem, you need a woman, that makes you want to do these things. You need to stay away from the ones who fall at your feet. Because they won't show you who they are. They will just go for the ride you take them on pretending to be who you want them to be. That's not the kind of woman you need."
He walked to the back of me.
"What kind of woman, do I need?"
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
He asked that questioned standing absurdly close to the back of me while he spoke right into my ear. His voice vibrated against my skin giving me shivers, and for the first time in my life, a man's voice made my pussy tickle. He literally made me feel a sensation in my pussy. Like his voice commanded my senses. I'm in this house and my defenses are up, because he is the enemy and, the second I let me guard down, he's going to claim a victory. Fuck that! On the better note, I love his house. His walls are a lead color. Very smokey looking, and it's a contrast to all of the windows, and light. He has a dark side, it's really quite sexy. He doesn't have the typical leather couches I would think a man like him would have. I mean he doesn't look like he sits on his couch and watches television at all. Yet, he has this large black sectional posted I. Front of a 70" wall mounted flat screen. There are books and paperwork on the table in the middle of the sectional. His curtains are red, his floor is wooden, his throw pillows are red and dark grey. Why is he still standing so close behind me? He's moving my hair behind my ear, and I should be slapping his hand away, but... His lips just found my neck. "Hhhmmph. What are you doing?" I tried stepping away from him but my feet wouldn't move and his mouth wouldn't speak. He just kept, doing something... With his tongue on my neck. It felt like he was tracing circles. Until I felt a small pull and he drew blood to the surface. I know he did. My pussy throbs, and I'm supposed to be stopping him, but my got damn body is working against me. My eyes close, and when I open them I'm dizzy, and he just did something he shouldn't have. "You're going to have to stop doing this?"
"I simply kissed you. On the neck. Your body told me to." He said convincingly.
"No it didn't Damnit." She pretends to be totally angry, but only because She's supposed to be, because it's wrong, right? "You can't just... do these things." She says, still facing away from him and walks forward away from him.
"I know, I'm sorry. I know you're married, okay. I just can't seem to pull myself away from you." He said.
She turned to him and said, "Its wrong."
"I'm sorry. It's unprofessional. Uhh, please say you'll still work with me. That isn't why I invited you here. I really would love your help."
"Okay. I'll stay but you can't just-"
"I know." His eyes pleaded with her to stay.
She looked off into the distance of his home trying to figure where his add on was. "So is this going to be another back house or a bedroom?"
"You could say that. Come on follow me." He leads her with a confident walk and he makes sure to not walk too far ahead of her, because her short legs work over time to keep up with his. He walks down a long hallway. An opened hallway with large windows over seeing his beautiful landscaping. His entire back yard on either side. When they make it to the other side of his house, it was an add on made, that was separate from his house and only connected by this long, windowed hallway. It had double, heavy wooden doors and an old fashioned key lock. He pulled out what looked like a skeleton key and opened the beginning of Bonnie's end. She lost her breath and tried not to make it obvious.
She opened the door to what looked like a large open space. With a few rooms. The main room was dark with black walls and two fancy pieces of old fashioned furniture. A cabriole and a chaise lounge with a chesterfield design to it. They were brick red in color. The floor was wooden. Dark oak wood. The walls hadn't had anything on them. There was a large mirrored wall to her left and to the right, was a large bed. With a rod iron style headboard. There were several wooden chests in the room and four red doors. Which each lead to separate rooms.
She gasped. And he just watched intently as her eyes took in everything. He never took his eyes off of her. Watching her shock, was making him want to show her all of the things he knew, he wanted to be the man who made her give in to her deepest desires. "Come on, let me show you one of the other rooms."
He walked ahead of her this time and he opened door number one. He watched her reaction when her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide with pleasure. "Oh my... What is this? This is beautiful?"
"Uhh, well I had this room built to get the best view of the constellations."
"It's literally an all glass room."
"Yeah. Kind of like a green house. I like the idea of feeling freedom of the outdoors, but inside, especially during rainstorms."
"That's incredibly romantic. The notion is. But what is the room for?"
"Whatever I want it to be for." He said penetrating her with his hypnotic eyes.
"Umm, okay. So what about this room do you need my help with?"
"If you were in this room, and you were say...I don't know sleeping or just staring out the window, or maybe making love to someone, what would you want to see out of the window?"
"Well you've got the lake out there. So, maybe removing the fence there. With all of the shrubs. I mean the shrubs have a romantic feel about them, that I love, but if you just open up the view of the lake, by removing a large section of your fence, I could see myself, just watching the moon hit the water, or even the sun at the right time of day."
"You could see yourself, with that view in this room?" They shared a moment he looked at her while she stood looking out of the window.
"I mean, not me, per say. But you know. Sugar."
"Sugar?" He asked confused.
"Your girlfriend?"
"Oh yeah, her. Her name is Andie."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I heard you call her-"
"Sugar... It's her pet name. And don't be sorry. She's not my girlfriend, sort of."
She felt some relief, but not really. It would make her life so much easier if he said that Andie was his fiancé, so she could believe he's off limits and he's in no way hitting on her.
Her curiosity began peeking and she couldn't just ignore reasoning anymore. "Why? Why do you do it?"
"Do what, exactly?"
"Have a woman that can be your girlfriend, but instead you call her a pet?"
"You mean why do I prefer relationships where I'm dominant to my submissive?"
"Is it submissive or Slave? You see that is such a nasty word. Such a vile depiction of a horrible past, of people like me."
"People like you?"
"Yes. I'm both black and Jewish and the word slave, doesn't sit well with me even if it's a in a sexual sense."
"It's not necessarily a sexual thing?" He says looking at her closely.
"Then what is it? I mean, the idea of mistreating another person doesn't sound tempting to me." She crosses her arms waiting for a response.
"I understand your confusion, as well as your misguided, concern." She rolls her eyes at his words and grins annoyingly at him, but let's him finish talking. "It's a form of complete balance in a relationship. Whether it be sexual or something more long term. Two people become responsible for their partners utter pleasure and happiness. Now I know it may be hard for you to understand, Ms. Bennett that some people are more submissive than others, but it's true. Every relation is filled with a dominant and a submissive. They just don't realize it. It won't work with two people who are so much alike. Whether a man or a woman, there are people who prefer the feeling of giving, and pleasing, and submitting, being controlled and taken care of. Then there is another group of people who prefer dominance. Control. People, who have the need to make another person's pleasure their responsibility. Both people want to give and receive pleasure in these relationships. Both people are givers and because of this, both will receive, quite handsomely."
"So why call someone your slave. By definition, slaves receive no pleasure and there is no balance."
"I agree. So I prefer the word submissive. I don't use the word slave. And if I have in the past, then I'll make it appoint from here on not to."
"And that makes it better?" She asked shaking her head.
"I don't know. Why are you so got damn challenging? It's easy. It's not hard, and it's all of what a woman like you needs."
"You could never tell a woman like me, what she needs. You can never tell someone, who knows what they need, what they need." She walks to him. She is so strong willed she intimidates him. Something that has never happened to him. Until he met her.
"What do you need? Tell me..."
"I guess we'll save that conversation for a different time... Right? You said you hate running out of things to talk about. So that conversation is reserved for the next time." She turns her cheek to him and continues examining the glass room. He swallows hard, and his dick grew the second she made him question himself.
"You're, something else." He says and he turns to calm himself down and adjust his self without being obvious. "You want to know something funny?"
"What?"
"Psychologically, the submissives are said to be stronger than the dominant. Do you believe that?"
"How would I know? I give little thought to the subject."
"Hmm, I'm not sure I believe that statement. No woman, has ever been stronger than or as strong as me that I've come across."
"You've not come across the right women, that's quite obvious."
"I guess not. Maybe some woman will change that." Bonnie crossed her arms and walked away from him. She was beginning to feel him try to penetrate her mind, with his perpendicular ideas. She took a breath changing the subject making him chuckle to himself.
"Oh. Well, you know. Whoever you decide to bring here. Maybe Sugar, she seems like a girl who would like something romantic like this. Or whatever other girls you have lying around, Spice, or Everything Nice," He looks at her questionably, then laughs. "I never pegged you for a laughing man."
"I don't remember the last time I laughed. But that was funny. Even though you took a dig at me, it was pretty funny."
"You see Mr. Salvatore, don't let my reputation precede me. I am more than I appear."
"Well, I hope you take your own advice, while dealing with me. There is more to me, than what you think you know."
"Okay, well from this point on, we can start with a clean slate. Okay? I'm not a controlling bitch, and you're not an egotistical womanizer." She bit her lip and he stopped smiling while blue eyes zoned in on her mouth. She caught him and he gave her a suggestive glance.
"Deal. So if it were you, would you like something like this?"
"Are you kidding? I'd love something romantic like this. My, husband is more of a..." She caught herself. "Never mind. But yeah, this is gorgeous. Some lucky woman will really appreciate you for this one day." She smiled humbly and then walked to look out of the windows. "Oh yeah, and maybe right over here to the left, you've got this view of these beautiful trees, but to the right, it dulls down, a garden right here. But not just any garden. Exotic and beautiful flowers and lots of green plants."
He was fascinated by her, and her mind. "So what color flowers would you think?" They changed the subject, like it was so easy to talk to each other.
"Honestly, you've got this hue of colors at your disposal. Your property landscape is a large canvas and once the sun sets, you'll have the pinks, purples, electric oranges and yellows, in your sky. Except on days it rains you'll miss that aspect of it. But... Honestly the greener the better. More plants. And just sprinkle in the flowers here and there. Maybe white orchids, really any color orchids. They have these hybrid test tube orchids which are multi colored and they are fucking... Breathtaking!" She says with a small smile looking out of his window as if she was stuck in a fantasy.
He really tries to ignore her use of the F word but he can't. He's mesmerized by her mind and everything she says, just being herself, reminds him of what he's been missing in his life.
"So anything else, you thinking for this room?"
"No. I mean if you just want this room for stargazing and love making, the less you have in here the better. You want the attention to be on you and her. In fact, her eyes, should be the prop this room needs for you to be in complete bliss. Seeing what she sees, is the sexiest thing about this room. Make sure you go for white sheets and place the bed in the middle of this circular shaped room. No railing on the bed. Okay you don't want any angles of the natural view obstructed."
"God your mind is beautiful." He said underneath his breath.
"What?"
"Uh, nothing. I just think the way you think is, obscurely fascinating. But... I guess the idea of this room is complete. I will be able to get a landscaper, this week I hope. I have a bed in mind that I had been looking at, so I'll have it delivered and maybe the sheets, I can give you a card for one of my business accounts and I can trust you to order something a woman would love."
"Uh, I'm not your assistant. Or beckon call girl."
"Sheesh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it as an order, just as an I trust you with my money, type thing. I trust your taste, and judgement. If you have time that is."
"I guess I can help you out." She smiled.
"Well, I guess I'm pretty appreciative." He smiled back at her.
"Some unsuspecting lucky woman will love this. It'll be fucking amazing."
Why do you use that word?"
"What word?"
"That horrible word, you know which word. I've caught you saying it countless times."
"I like that word. What does it matter to you?"
"I just think there are plenty of other words you can use in the English dictionary. Besides, I like to leave bedroom language for the bedroom."
"Well, that makes one of us." She smiles and walks out leaving him with his thoughts. "So what room is next?"
"One room at a time." He said. "It's too much for my brain to remember everything you have to say for multiple rooms. Design is not my strong suit. As you can see my house is pretty plain. So how about we do this again next Tuesday?"
"Wait, you understand I can't just borrow work time like this don't you? I mean I can't afford to just leave, and the drive isn't exactly convenient."
"That's fine, I'll send a car for you and you can come after work?" He says as if it's no big deal.
"Right, and just tell my husband what?"
"The truth, you are helping someone design a renovation."
"He won't go for that." She said with an attitude. "The car is a great sentiment. I appreciate it, but it feels wrong. It feels like I'm being deceptive."
"So is there only room for one deceiver in your marriage?" Her eyes narrowed at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"You did though."
"Okay, I meant it but I shouldn't have said it, because it was insensitive. Besides you deserve better than to be reminded of that situation."
"I could have sworn you said tempting married women are against your personal rules."
"It is against everything I stand for. But, it would mean a lot to me, if you could finish this with me." He walks up to her and she backs away. He keeps taking steps forward, forcing her into a wall.
"Mr. Salvatore, we are walking a really thin line here." She questions herself, and her not wanting him to stop.
"I'm sorry, it's just, I have this pull towards you and I have a hard time pulling myself away from you, but I can keep this professional." Yet, he still in her personal space. "What do you say... In a week you come back for the another room?"
His lips went back to the same spot on her neck, as she stood pressed against the dark room wall, and he was rolling up his sleeve. She breaths into him as his lips are on her neck with her eyes closed. She grabbed his wrist as she felt his hand creeping to her skirt bottom, his fingers gripped her thighs. She moaned under her breath trying to hold it in. She moved his hand and he went up north to her shirt buttons. He found his way inside but not without breaking two of her buttons. Strong hands and fingers found their way under her bra and to her nipples. He recognized those to be weak spots for her. He held one of her hands in his own and her free hands tried gripping his forearm to pull it off. But he was so strong, all she could feel were his hard muscles while he was playing with her nipples. "Damon, stop!" She pushed him off and walked away from him going to exit the large room. He followed her closely.
"You love your nipples being played with. You probably love it as much as you love your pussy being touched." He yells out as she's down the hallway. She clears her throat and tries to ignore him. "Does he know that? Huh? Does he know what you like?"
"Um, I don't think I should finish consulting with you. This was a mistake."
"Why the rush to suddenly leave?"
"Because."
"Because what?"
"I have counseling with Kol in an hour. My husband."
"Why, huh? Why are you going back to him? We both saw what he did! You want him?"
"He's my husband Damon. We are married."
He yanked her to him by her arm. Turning her and pulling her neck to his lips. He bit her softly. "Fuck. Stop." She breathes heavily.
"Stop using that word."
"No. You can't just-"
"I can!" He said angrily "I can tell you to stop saying it, and I know you'll listen to me."
"Damon... I have to go."
She grabs her purse, forgetting her sunglasses and cell phone, and walks back out to his garage to her car. She tries to get into her car, but not before he's back on her pinning her against it. He leaned into her face and lined his lips with hers. He didn't kiss her, he just stood there, breathing, pressed against her. Feeling her upper body rise and fall with her breaths. He loved the feeling of intimidating her. Trying to get her to look him in the eye as he pressed his body firmly into hers. He spoke against her, "I won't let you leave, unless you promise me, you'll be back."
"No."
His fingers grab the bottom of her skirt, and little by little he inches it up with his fingers. Allowing his finger tips to gently brush her thighs as he pulls. Her hands grab his wrists and to no avail, he's still moving his hands higher and higher. "I'm really strong. If I wanted to keep you here. I could. But I respect you. However, I'm learning that I don't have to respect your marriage."
"You do have to respect my marriage. You can't possibly respect me, and not my marriage."
After pulling her skirt up to the cup of her beautiful posterior, he then crawls his fingers onto her skin and grabs the highest part of her thigh, just where her plum derrière begins. Gripping it between his fingers, squeezing her skin so hard, it hurt. And she loved it. She lost her breath against his chest as he squeezed her strong thighs. Then he dug his nails into her skin, gripping her tighter, forcing her to bite down hard on her own lips, and moan. His lips continued to get near hers while they shared each other oxygen. He yearned to place his lips on hers. She was tempting, she was tasty, she was making him feel things he's never felt. But he can't make a mistake and kiss her again. So he tortures her and himself leaving his lips very near hers. His hands dig into her muscle tighter. Making her feel powerless. "Do his hands make you quiver with both fear and desire?" He asked gripping her tight.
She shook her head no.
"Then, promise me... You'll be back." He clenched tighter onto her upper thighs with his hands. He's been dying to feel her thighs in the palms of his hands.
She hesitated and spoke, "I'll be back."
"I don't believe you."
"I promise."
Just like that, he released his hold, on her, both mentally and physically. Then smiled and kissed her forehead. Leaving her stuck inside of her own head, and glued to his eyes. He backed away and opened her car door. When she got in, he closed it, and opened the garage door. He bit his lip as she started her car and she backed out of his garage with her eyes on him. When he smiled at her she exhaled and turned her car around to leave. She didn't bother looking out of her rear view, because she needed to put as much mental, physical, and visual space between her and Damon Salvatore.
He was working his way into her mind. He was beginning the first stages of what it meant to build some control over her. He was inside of her head, right where he wanted to be.
...BK...
"Dr. Archibald, I'm sorry my wife usually arrives before I do. I'm not sure what's taking her so long. She's not answering her cell phone."
"Well, we can wait another few minutes and then I have to consider it a cancellation."
Just then she comes into the door and his face lit up until he realizes she was looked a little pulled apart. "I'm sorry I'm late. I was helping a client with a - a - design project."
"Darling, you don't work in design."
"I know, but I was requested. Someone recommended me, after seeing our home. I guess Kat showed someone some pictures." She lied. She'd never lied to Kol about anything other than the birth control. She was trying her best to conceal the guilt in her eyes. She asks though and sits on a chair, next to the couch her husband sat on. He looked at the broken buttons on her shirt.
He chose not to mention it. He just closed his mouth and let his jaw tick. "Well, let's not waste anymore of the Doc's time."
"Mrs. Mikaelson-"
"Bonnie, please." She says causing Kol to roll his eyes. His jaws clench tighter.
"I'm sorry, Bonnie. How have things been at home with your husband?"
"Things have been better actually. We seem to get along and we finally shared some laughter the other day."
"Yeah, would you agree Kol?"
"Yeah. It's been lovely. Actually."
"So do you both think you have fulfilled the purpose of the exercise?"
"I'm not sure," Bonnie tried speaking but Kol interrupted her.
"I think we have. I've gotten an idea of what it's like to wait on her, and give her space, and..."
"It didn't help me at all Doctor." Bonnie interrupted. "I learned nothing different about Kol except that it felt easy to be him. He came home and ate dinner with me and we went to bed. I've been easy on him, because I didn't come home in angry rages due to work related issues, I didn't come home and demand sex, I didn't come home and leave and go gambling every other night after he went to bed. And I damn sure didn't come home and tell him..." baby I'm sorry. I can explain. Or baby, I lost the car, or I had to pay off debts. Etcetera."
"Back up, Bonnie. You mentioned Kol coming home and demanding sex." Both of their eyes dropped to their laps. "What did you mean by that?"
"It's complicated Doctor Archibald." She and Kol both said.
"How can I help if I don't know?"
"It's nothing." Kol said.
"Is that true, Bonnie? Is it nothing?"
She looked at Kol, and his dark eyes, then at the doctor, and she wanted to finally let it out to someone.
Bonnie was hesitant but then spoke, "Well, I didn't realize it until after we got married, that-"
"Princess, this is unnecessary. I'm warning you to stop talking..."
"My husband became driven by his hormones. He didn't even care how he made me feel."
"Bonnie, stop! I love you. Don't do this. Please?" He said, grabbing her by the arm, forcing the doctor to look at the couple worriedly. She yanked her arm away from him.
She calmly let out and as soon as she did a gigantic weight was lifted off of her shoulders.
"Doctor Archibald. My husband is a sex addict."
Damon is intimidated by Bonnie. Things about her are making him see something in her, beyond his sexual attraction to her. They are very intense and they have barely scratched the surface.
Kol's issue… will be discussed next chapter.
Hoping you're enjoying the small bouts of UST. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please leave your thoughts.
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