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Luves Everything (about the situ surrounding Stefan – in an earlier chapter, Elena asked Stefan for some time apart after everything – and now the hot piece of ass Damon is in her mind)
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Chapter 7: Recapture
Elena wrenched her body forward, nails scrabbling on the tiled floor as she struggled to stand up. No time like the present. In two lurching steps she was at the sash windows, her wild eyes darting around for any way to open them. Placing both hands at the window, she braced herself to manually pull upwards.
Oh God, he'll hear me, she realised with sudden clarity. Dread pooled in the pit of her stomach, curling upwards and making her feel sick with fear. Spinning around, she turned to the bath, twisting the taps as far as they could go. Gushing water spilled out noisily upon white porcelain.
Genius.
She let out a high pitched giggle, before widening her eyes and clamping her hands over her traitorous mouth to stifle the sound. She must be hysterical, what with the blood loss and losing her virginity to her vampire boyfriend's brother. Focus, she mentally instructed herself, returning back to the small square of glass that separated her from freedom. With a grunt, she shoved the pane upwards. The wood screeched in protest and she froze in panic, casting one furtive glance behind her shoulder to the locked bathroom door.
Her heart thudded loudly – thump thump thump – as she prayed to God, Jesus and anyone else willing to listen - that Damon didn't hear.
Silence.
Elena let out a shaky breath, turning back to swing her leg onto the outside ledge.
Two sharp raps on the door echoed in the large bathroom and she nearly fell out of the window in shock.
"Y-yes?" she called out haltingly.
"Elenaaa..." Damon sing songed darkly in a low voice. "What are you doing?"
"Just running a bath... I wanted some alone time," she stuttered. She remained poised between the window and the bathroom, her body undetermined whether to fight or flight.
"Don't you want to talk anymore princess? After all, that was your suggestion?" he said in a sly tone.
Rumbled. He knows I'm up to something.
"Maybe later Damon, I just want some peace and quiet right now," she lied convincingly. She grabbed an expensive looking bottle of bubble bath, liberally pouring it into the water and sloshed it around.
"Fine." He replied curtly, his brisk footsteps moving away from the room.
Steam had begun to permeate the bathroom, making it difficult for her to see if his shadow was no longer underneath the door. Fuck it, this might be my only chance, she reasoned, and with grim determination she swung her second leg out to perch on the ledge.
With an almighty groan, the bathroom door was suddenly wrenched off its hinges and thrown forward, splintering upon impact. Elena screamed in fright, her fingers scrambling to secure her precarious position outside. Amidst the steam and dust, she could see Damon lounging casually on the door frame, his arms crossed. He had pulled on some jeans, and all she could think of how sad she was to see that delicious body all covered up. Mind – get out of gutter, she chastised.
"Leaving so soon?" he asked sardonically, no trace of the caring man she had awoken to minutes earlier.
"You can't keep me here," she said heatedly, tilting her head up in defiance.
"Is that right?" he growled, stalking forward in slow, measured steps. "I beg to differ Elena, and I'm going to delight in showing you the error of your thinking."
She swallowed, his dangerous demeanour exciting and terrifying her at the same time. Goddamn him, she thought angrily. Even at his most vicious she found him sinfully attractive. She fought the urge to rub her thighs together to ease the sudden ache between her legs and instead moved gingerly back from his approach. Quick as a flash, he had grabbed her from the ledge and pressed her flush against him, breast to hip. Mmmm. She could feel the hard contours of his body. She fought the urge to squirm, resolute in not letting him know her heated thoughts.
He smirked, ducking down to nip on her earlobe, before dropping down to suck forcefully at the creamy skin exposed at her neck. "It's futile princess, I can smell your arousal a mile away." He rubbed up against her, causing her to let out an involuntary groan at the friction created.
"I've ruined you for other men," he whispered, reaching down to cup her sex through the sheet she had hurriedly covered herself with earlier.
"Fuck you!" she snapped, pulling away from his iron grasp.
"Using profanities now are we? Aren't you a little hellcat?" Damon's eyes narrowed, one hand moving upwards to tighten painfully in her hair. "I'm going to give you the house rules in a minute kitty and it will be the one and only time you will be warned on what behaviour will not be permitted."
She scowled at him, furious at his condescending tone. She pointedly pursued her lips together, refusing to play his little tit for tat game.
"Oh, pouty! I like submissive you, too." He tilted his head to tug at her bottom lip before soothing the swollen flesh with soft, butterfly kisses.
He yanked her more securely in his arms and deposited her firmly back on the bed she had fled.
"Stay," he commanded with a smirk, pointing one finger at her.
Son of a bitch, treating me like a goddamn dog. Her body itched to spring forward and slap the slimy grin off his face, but she sat on both hands in an uncharacteristic move of compliance. Instead, she crossed her legs, bringing his attention to her exposed skin. She fought the urge to smile, flicking her long hair out of her way to face him with a bored expression.
He swallowed, dragging his gaze upwards.
"Rule one," he began in an oddly muted tone, "No leaving. That involves any escape attempts, trips to the corner shop, visiting neighbours – unless you have my express permission."
She opened her mouth to object, but he let out a warning growl and she quickly stopped.
"This is non-negotiable Elena. Like I said, I can't let you leave right now."
She softened then, remembering his raw and honest bewilderment at his attachment to her. This was as new to him, as it was to her, she rationalised. Hello? Kidnapping and imprisonment is still illegal, her subconscious helpfully pointed out.
Lost in the discourse with her own freaking self, she missed the beginning of rule two.
"...I can't help admiring those delectable curves, just as much as you can't stop putting your hot little hands on my body. So don't start being a prissy bitch when I want seconds..."
"What?" she exclaimed in indignation, her face flushing with anger. "Its you always pawing at me, like a dog on heat! If it's not crude sexual innuendos, it's frat boy groping under the table – so don't start pretending this," she gestured wildly between them "is a result of my behaviour!"
Damon grinned, flashing his fangs. "Cast your mind back to half an hour ago, when you were begging me for more, porn star screaming of my name, and granting me ownership of that hot little body."
She gasped, one hand covering her face in embarrassment as she peeked behind her fingers.
His eyes lewdly travelled down from her breasts, before leisurely coming back to her face.
"In fact, I plan on playing with my new toy right now..."
He blurred towards her, unbuckling the jeans he had pulled on earlier. They hit the ground with a soft thump, sending nervous shockwaves throughout her body.
His long fingers curled around her hand, peeling it away from Elena's face. One finger tipped her face up, forcing her to stare hatefully at the handsome face above her.
"Can't play the shy, virgin act anymore princess," he chuckled. She hissed at him, swinging her fist round but immediately found it captured in his hand. Stupid vampire strength. He cocked his head to one side, and gestured downwards.
His cock stood proudly at attention, mere inches away from her face. She fought the urge to shrink back – goddamn that thing is still too big – and schooled her face into nonchalance.
"I don't feel like it," she enunciated clearly.
His eyes darkened. "I don't care," he retorted back sharply.
Fuck. She moistened her lips, suddenly feeling nervous and put on the spot. Hearing a groan, she glanced upwards to see Damon staring at her mouth. "Elena," he bit out, wrenching a hand through his thick, black hair causing his chest muscles to stretch deliciously. She felt a rush of moisture pool between her thighs, fingers itching to touch his chest, to follow his happy trail to his cock and ascertain whether it felt as hard as it looked...
In her R rated daydream, she suddenly came to an earth shattering conclusion. She couldn't escape Damon, he'd hear her leave and catch her before she stepped one foot outside of this property. Nor could she escape her undeniable lust for him that caused her to drop her panties at any given second. Play along with his game, she rationalised, and she could persuade him to let her go at some point, whilst enjoying the imprisonment with a guilt free mind. It was just survival 101, right?
Yeah right.
She impulsively reached out, encircling his dick with soft, tentative hands. He moaned, one hand shooting out to rest gently on the back of her head. To her delight, he was velvety to the touch and she lazily moved up and down his shaft in slow, languorous strokes. Feeling confident, one hand trailed lower to cup his balls. She alternated her movements, brushing upwards lightly to then slide down his dick in a firm, tight grip. He shuddered, mumbling his appreciation in a low husky grunts.
She imagined what it would be like to tease him with her tongue, and found herself dipping her head to lick the head of his shaft.
"Oh fuck, Elena..." he cried out in a strangled tone.
Emboldened she licked again, this time from the base to the tip with a flatten tongue. Damon clenched his eyes shut, as she treated him to torturous hot little licks until he pushed on the back of her head. Taking his direction, she took him into her mouth with a long slide of her wet lips. One hand sank into his taut ass, whilst the other lightly kneaded the inside of his thigh making him vibrate with the overwhelming sensations.
She took him deeper, using her throat muscles to massage his length with every dip, eager to taste all of him so she could satiate her unrelenting hunger. She peeked up at him and his eyes met hers, filled with desire and wonder. "God, you feel so good..." he garbled, unable to break the connection between them.
Elena began to suck in earnest, causing him to thrust back into her warm mouth, making her gag. She hurriedly tried to take him out of her mouth, but his hand pushed her back down, locking her into position.
"Relax princess... I'm so close..."
Damon continued thrusting, his head touching the back of her throat. She could feel his balls tighten in her hand, hearing his growls of ecstasy before he erupted into her mouth with a shuddering roar. She was forced to swallow, grimacing at the unfamiliar taste in her mouth. Hurriedly releasing him, she wiped her lips clean with the side of her hand, wiping off the excess on the sheet.
Cool, muscled arms pulled her up, dragging her back to the bed and flush against a familiar chest.
"Rule three," his rich butterscotch voice rumbled quietly "you don't leave my side."
Elena wrinkled her brow in confusion, turning to gaze at his hauntingly beautiful blue eyes. His hand clenched her waist, moving, squeezing, a constant possessive hold that made her shiver with delight.
"I thought that was already covered in rule one in the playbook," she joked lightly.
He leant down to brush the sweetest kiss on her lips, coaxing them open to deepen the kiss and caress her tongue. She was left dazed when he broke away, settling her more comfortable in the crook of his shoulder.
"I know, but I just want you know how important that rule is. I'm not letting you go Elena."
She shivered again, and he hurriedly gathered the discarded duvet to tuck her in. As she drifted off into an exhausted sleep, she couldn't help but fear she had underestimated once again, the pull and power of Damon Salvatore.