CHAPTER 7?
Everything was in slow motion as Damon was pulled along, feeling as though his heart was in his mouth. He had almost had the bitch! Now he and Elena were both at Rebekah's mercy again. They walked across the grass outside. Rebekah didn't seem to mind that she was completely naked and out in the open dragging a half naked man. Damon glanced around as much as the chain allowed him to turn his head to observe the concealment of the garden. They were surrounded by thick trees and shrubbery. No one could see into the property from outside of the garden. No wonder he had never noticed there was an outbuilding to this house. They approached a large steel door and she reached up to a panel and typed in a security code. Damon's interest peaked as he watched her, wondering why on earth someone would have a secure entry into an outbuilding. Unless it was used for something more than storing furniture and all the other kinds of garbage people stashed into their garages. His stomach flipped uncomfortably. What was this place?
"What…?" He began to ask but she put her finger over his mouth and shushed him. He closed his mouth stunned. She smiled and pushed the door open pulling him in behind her and shutting the door again. Damon looked around feeling anxious. It was a simple room, a small spattering of furniture to sit on, marble floor and metal doors. It seemed a little clinical, almost like a hospital waiting room. Then he smelt it - blood, a lot of it. He couldn't contain his thirst as his teeth filled his mouth, then he realised with a shock that it may be Elena bleeding. He turned to Rebekah and growled, demanding an explanation. Rebekah offered him a small shy smile as a retort so he grabbed her by the shoulders forcibly.
"Where is she?" He said as calmly as he could manage, as his nostrils tried to identify Elena's smell from the other scents coating the insides of the building, but he was too overwhelmed by odour. He took in several doors and passage ways. This building was bigger than he thought. Rebekah turned his head back around to face her with both of her hands clasped on either side of his head.
"All in good time lover. First of all you need a shower." She said cheerily. He shot her an indignant look and when he saw her resolve spread across her face he changed it to one of a request. He needed to see Elena, to make sure she was ok. Rebekah could do whatever she wanted once he knew Elena was ok. Rebekah sighed almost sympathetically and gently released his head from her hands. She almost looked agreeable.
"Don't make me hurt her too Damon." Her voice was so gentle and kind in tone, but her words were like well executed daggers. Of course she wasn't going to let him have what he wanted. She wanted to tease him, to hurt him. She pulled him towards a door and pushed him through. It was a large marble bathroom. Again he could detect the scent of blood here. What was this place? Rebekah walked over to the huge shower area, which was the largest Damon had ever seen. It was tiled floor to ceiling and had several shower jets at different angles. She turned on the water and the shower spurted to life.
"What is this place?" He asked pointedly when she turned back towards him.
"Not something you have to worry about. I like to bring our donors here." She said innocently and his jaw dropped.
"You bring people here and drain them?"
"They make their donations. My brother wouldn't do with having lots of bodies to account for would he? Don't tell me you disapprove? I have heard all about your sorority girls." She ran her tongue over her teeth as she spoke, looking at his chest appreciatively. He sighed, realising that he had no grounds for argument.
She blurred towards him and grabbed him by his shoulders, taking him off-guard and pushing him into the shower. He began to relax as soon as the hot water hit his back. He tilted his head back to let the warmth run over his face soothingly. This was the only comfort he could expect from now on, he imagined. Whatever Rebekah had up her sleeve, he was sure that it wouldn't be pleasant for him. He was startled out of his thoughts by soft hands massaging his shoulders. He dropped his head and opened his eyes to stare at her. She paid his gaze no attention as she worked out his knots skilfully. He wanted to shrug her off but in truth he had no drive to. His body ached from the trauma she had inflicted upon him. Blood helped but his muscles cried out for some proper rest. He squinted at her as the spray ran water down his forehead, into his eyes. She seemed content and focussed. She reached over to a hidden shelf and lifted a bar of soap placed there. She foamed her hands up and began to gently circle around his shoulders and neck. He winced slightly as she massaged around his throat, the chain was creating some small welts there that hadn't healed just yet. She was careful and gentle. He didn't trust it.
"It'd be easier if you took this off." He gestured towards the chain around his neck. She smiled slyly and looked up into his eyes. "I can't go anywhere, you've seen to that." He added trying to sound ambivalent to whether she would remove the chain or not.
"Damon, Damon…" She cooed, batting her eyelashes at him before tightening the chain around his neck again making his eyes bulge. "This isn't about restraining you. It's about power." His face began to turn red as she kept her hold on the chain tight. She leant to his ear, brushing her lips against his skin softly as he tried to pry her hand away from the chain.
"How does it feel to have a woman chain you like an animal and take you whenever she wants?" Her voice was husky and seductive. She released the tension in the chain and he drew in a sharp breath. She smiled against the side of his neck and placed a kiss there. He coughed holding his throat protectively as she pulled back. His expression was one of shock and rage. She smiled delighted. He shook his head in disgust and cleared his throat.
"Clearly you don't know Katherine very well." He rasped, coughing again as he willed his vocal chords to heal. He had been Katherine's bitch for 140ish years. He was very familiar with the subservient nature of a relationship with a dominant woman, still this was more than control. This was torture and power play combined. He didn't know how to play this game. Rebekah raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Glad to see I'm not breaking you in from scratch then." She reached back for the soap and he flinched as she began washing him again. She liked him fidgety and scared like this. He was finally learning who the master was. With every movement of her hands over his skin he squirmed so she pushed him back against the wall to steady him. He watched her with interest as she explored every curve of his chest with her nimble fingers, occasionally placing soft kisses on his skin. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as she moved down to his chest, letting out a moan of appreciation. She stroked and caressed him gradually removing all of the dirt and blood from his skin on her way down to his groin. He opened his eyes as she descended to his pelvis and watched her nervously. He knew that he was hard again. He wondered if his compulsion not to climax still stood or whether he was allowed to now. He bit his lip as he considered it and she looked up at him.
"After your behaviour today you don't deserve this." She said. He tensed expecting her to bite or tease him. She foamed up her hands again and continued to wash around his groin carefully, but not teasingly as she crouched down to stroke his thighs and legs. He exhaled lightly to himself and pondered on her comment.
"Did you expect anything less?" He looked down at her as she began sliding back up to meet his face. She smiled and handed him the soap. He stared at it blankly in his hand.
"Wash me." She instructed pleased as she saw the wheels turning in his head. "You will not leave this room until I say." She compelled and he deflated a little. She knew he would still be trying to plot how he could overcome her, he still had some hope but not the faintest chance of being able to. He bit his lip as he began to wash her in as methodical a manner as was possible. Strange that he had never considered how intimate it was to wash someone else's' body. Despite the she-devil that stood before him, he couldn't help the stirring in his groin as he massaged soap over her breasts. He made quick work of removing the dirt and blood from the rest of her body and stood back as she stood under the spray letting the water fall into her face. She seemed fragile and small, but he knew what she really was and he stepped back against the wall to distance himself from her. Then he remembered the chain around his neck which connected him to her. She had wrapped it around her delicate wrist to stop him from backing off from her. She realised his strategy and gave a slight tug onto the chain, pulling him against her warm naked skin. She took his manhood in her hand and gave it a squeeze as he flinched.
"What am I going to do with you now?" She growled seductively. He spoke before he had a chance to think.
"Let me sleep!" He snapped. He was exhausted, but he knew she wouldn't leave him be. She clearly wanted him. He didn't know how well he would even perform given how little rest she had granted him since she brought him here. He wasn't even sure how long he had been kept here captive. 2 days? 3 days? It would be a lot longer now that he knew he was on his own…unless Elena really was here. They would come looking for her and hopefully discover him too. He closed his eyes breathing heavily as he pushed himself to ask her, despite knowing she would punish him.
"Can I see Elena?" Rebekah smiled widely and took his bottom lip in her mouth, biting just enough to break the skin. He flinched as a drop of blood spilled from his lip and she licked it away.
"Not today, you haven't been good enough." She said gently, licking her lips. His jaw clenched with tension.
"Is she even here?!" He growled and she pushed him back against the wall, reaching and turning the shower off as she did so. He looked down at her resentfully. She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled. Damon's heart fell. Elena wasn't even here. All of this had been for nothing. He had played back into her hands and now he was doomed. He felt his eyes fill with tears of frustration and agony and he stared at the ground fighting them, denying them leave. His vision was blurred with them so he didn't see the slap coming his way. He gasped as his head was knocked to the side with the impact of the slap. He looked around at her slowly, his tears replaced with malice and hate.
"You better kill me." He warned, prepared to go down fighting an enemy of intense strength and power in an assault that he stood no chance of winning. Maybe that was the answer. If she just kept going at her she would eventually kill him. Perhaps she wouldn't mean to, but if he pushed her hard enough he could force her to strike a lethal blow. Then this would all be over.
She lifted him off of his feet by his throat as she studied the wheels in his head turning. She tutted at him reprimanding his coarse behaviour as he struggled, swinging his feet desperately to find purchase somewhere.
"I will kill you eventually but not for a while my sweet Damon. You are just too much fun and a girl has needs. I considered seeing how Matt was in the sack, but to be honest once you demonstrated your skills, I knew you were the one."
With one quick movement she tossed him to the ground out of the shower area, releasing the chain as she did so. He lay crumpled on the ground getting his breath back. She was on top of him before he could even breathe and she pushed him on to his back, straddling him. He gazed up at her wide eyed, heart beating against his ribs like a butterfly caught in a net. She leaned down and kissed his cheek tenderly, stroking the wet hair on his forehead behind his ears. He stayed stock still as his heaving chest moved her up and down on top of him. She smiled at him affectionately and slowly loosened the chain from around his neck, slipping it off his head. He sighed a breath of relief as she tossed the chain across the room.
"You are mine now." She growled, filled with lust and he gulped as she bent her head to his throat and licked the welts which were now red and bleeding. He flinched, so she grabbed his hair with one of her hands and pulled his head to the side forcefully, delighted at his gasp of pain as she sank her teeth into his neck slowly, reverently. This time he didn't try to fight her. She knew that by this point he would be too tired to put up much of a fight and she was glad. She wanted him to feel everything she was going to do without adrenaline ruining the ride. She drank only a small amount, drawing back to observe his face. His eyes were tightly closed and he was grimacing.
"Mmmmmnnnn." She made a pleased but guttural sound by his ear, making the hairs on his neck stand up. She had been toying with an idea that would be beneficial for both of her demands of him. She wanted him to feel intense pain but also the elation of pleasure too. She wanted to push him to the limit. She may have to prepare him for a few days though and she didn't know whether she had the self control not to take him until then. Her libido had never been so demanding, it was almost as if she had absorbed his through the blood sharing. That was an interesting thought.
He had been close to tears in the shower and she liked it. She wanted to see more tears. Damon was strong and fought with emotions daily. His restraint in that area was iron-clad, but she knew given enough time she could break it. Fear and need could break down all mental barriers eventually, so she made her decision to break him down bit by bit. He still awaited more feeding from her, remaining as tightly coiled as he could from her. Time to mess with his mind a little. She sat back on his pelvis, testing his erection which was thankfully still present. She badly wanted him inside of her.
"You know, you would make such a beautiful blood bag love. I would enjoy that." She licked her lips and he opened his eyes to look at her.
"You would just drain me." He said in a quiet voice laced with apprehension but something else she couldn't identify.
"Oh no, how would you serve my other needs then? No I would feed you. Any kind and as much as you wanted." She purred, watching his face as he processed the information. There it was – a flash of fear in his comprehension. If she was to feed on him like that he would have no strength at all, he would be completely at her mercy. She giggled a little.
"We could start now." She allowed the veins in her face to emerge as she flashed her teeth at him. His heart rate shot up and he tensed. She leaned towards his face slowly. "Unless…"
"Unless?" He whispered as she stopped just an inch from his mouth.
"Make love to me Damon."
"What?" He said confused, squirming uncomfortably as his erection twitched and made contact with her opening. She wanted him badly. She pinned his hands down by the sides of his head and rocked against him just enough that he huffed in restraint, fighting her pheromones.
"Do it and I won't punish you today. That's the deal." She smiled at the torturous look on his face. He was angry, sexually frustrated and confused. His body was speaking for him but inside he was tormented. He didn't think he could take any more pain today, but could he really make love to this psycho? This original bunny boiler who had been putting him through hell? His every instinct was to take the pain route, but…
She leaned to his neck and bit him again, tearing his skin enough to cause agonising pain as he cried out. She didn't want to drink from him, this was to speed up his decision, and so she moved down onto his chest and fiercely tore him open again. Drinking from him would flood him with endorphins and heightened sexual pleasure but tearing at him like this would only cause pain. He screamed as she carelessly tore at his flesh as though she meant to devour him. He was losing blood quickly now as his chest ran with it, yet still he made no acceptance of her offer. She moved down, holding him to the floor with one hand as he struggled to get away from her and she stopped just above his manhood. She growled and he froze. She paused, looking at him as he shook with uncontrollable terror beneath her. He didn't believe she would do it. She wanted him too much to harm him there, didn't she? She growled and opened her mouth wide, her teeth glistening with his blood and bit him on the side of his manhood. His whole body arched as he screamed uncontrollably. She was careful not to damage him too much as she sucked a little blood from it, sending some endorphins flooding to his brain.
"Yes!" He screamed as she licked him and leaned back in triumph. This was going to be fun.
