*****RATED M FOR EXPLICIT CONTENT: WARNING LEMONS AHEAD :)***************************
"You push me. I don't have the strength to resist or control you. So take me down. You hurt me, but do I deserve this? You make me so nervous. Calm me down, calm me down."~Never Gonna Leave This Bed, Maroon 5
Ch. 7
Elena's heart raced as she felt Damon's hand in hers. He was still leading her through the darkened hallways of the boarding house. She was unsure of many things, but one thing was clear, she was about to see a side to Damon Salvatore she had never encountered. His face was alight with determination and anticipation as they neared the end of the hallway. Before she knew it they were stopping in front of a closed door that was adjacent to Damon's bedroom. Elena had never been inside of this particular room before. In fact the simple notion that she'd never seen it opened perplexed her and filled her with eagerness she was ashamed she had. Elena was certain she had been introduced to all of the rooms in the boarding house when she'd dated Stefan. Of course, it never really had been on her to do list to have a full tour of the entire house. Perhaps she should have been more aware of her surroundings. The simple idea that this door had remained a mystery made this moment with Damon even more exciting and treacherous.
"Elena." Damon said, sultry eagerness lining his voice as he stood in front of the door gazing deep into her eyes. For a moment she was completely hypnotized. His piercing gaze had her riveted to the floor, ready for anything he offered.
"Yes?" she inquired, her voice timid and barely audible.
"Behind this door is a part of who I am. In many aspects it's a part of me that I don't tend to let others see." He said aggressively looking into her eyes with an intensity that mirrored the gravity of the situation. Without hesitation he asked, "Have I ever taken you here before?"
"No." she said simply, intrigued that he'd never in fact shown this part of him to her until now. When he had no inclination of who she really was. The thought twisted inside her heart and turned into pain. She'd always wanted to love this man. So why had he withheld something so vital? If he was showing her now, it must have meant something to him at some point in his life. Why hadn't he shown her?
"Good. I'm glad I get to remember your reaction. Just remember to try to keep an open mind."
"Ok, just as long as you know its not going to change my feelings for you."
"It might."
"Damon, why are you still doing this? What difference could a room possibly make? I've already told you how I feel about you. I love you Damon, whatever skeletons you have I'm willing to overlook because you are everything to me."
"Just wait until I open the door."
Elena practically rolled her eyes, and silently nodded letting him take a key off of the top of the door. She'd apparently always had access she didn't know she had to a room so full of possibilities.
Damon unlocked the door and opened it slightly before turning to her one final time.
"Do you at least know I'm a photographer?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.
"Of course." She replied automatically. "Its one of the first things you showed me about yourself."
"Interesting." He said and stepped inside the room, turning on the light. Elena followed him and was surprised to find the light was red, and the walls were painted black. It was his dark-room. Elena practically sighed with relief. At least it wasn't his "red room of pain." Or was it? Lining the walls were images she'd never seen. A picture of her face lining the walls, until she realized it wasn't her face. It was her sisters, Katherine. A few images of her in naughty lingerie were tacked up on the opposite wall from the door. She instantly wanted to tear them down, when she realized how worn they looked. Some of them even looked as if they were ripped off the walls. As though he had tried to get rid of them and had abandoned the project. She smirked, knowing he must of forgotten to take them down. She was still in awe of the images across the room. Pictures of landscapes, and of women in compromising poses that would have made a preacher blush. Her eyes continued their journey around the room until they landed on an image of her. Images she'd seen hanging in the middle of the room she was sure were of them. They were of their shared day at the Quarry.
"Well I'll be dammed." Damon said closing the door behind them and walking briskly to the line that hung with images of them. Elena smiled; their first kiss was hanging on display in the center of the room. It was practically the focal point of the entire area.
"You really must have meant something to me." Damon said finally, a whisper on his lips as he studied the image in front of him.
"Why would you say that?"
"You're holding my camera." He said simply, as if that cleared everything up.
"And…that's bad?" she asked.
"No…just rare. Very rare, my camera's are like my babies." He said without thinking. Irony was not lost on him as Elena smirked.
"I see."
"I've never shown you these?"
"No, Damon you haven't but I don't know why. These are amazing. Some of them are a little risqué and I'm still contemplating why you have pictures of half naked women in here, but other than that its amazing. Why wouldn't you show me your talent?"
"I guess I'm still a pretty secretive person. I just don't understand…" he said his voice tapering off. It was as if he was still searching for something. Elena came towards him, helping him lift pictures and move papers around. She didn't know what she was doing, but she figured if it was important to him, it was important to her.
After a moment he realized she was next to him, and asked abruptly. "What are you doing?"
"Helping you." Obviously…she thought.
"Do you even know what I'm looking for?" he asked bluntly. Elena shied away from him, setting the papers down.
"No, I guess I don't…I just thought you'd want some help."
"Well I don't."
"Then why am I here Damon?"
She asked, tension rising in the room as Damon stood still, his body hardening before her. His back was rigid and firm, as if he was attempting to pull himself together. She got the sense of anger emanating from him, and she suddenly felt frightened of what he might do. She trusted him, but she trusted her Damon. She didn't know this Damon. He was darker, and from the looks of it a lot more vulnerable and sensitive to her actions.
"Because…I want you." He said, his voice coming out like a rugged prayer from the heavens.
Every muscle within her womb contracted and a dull ache began to rise within her lower abdomen. He wanted her, and damn these pregnancy hormones, she wanted him too if not more. In fact the idea of jumping him then and there was not an altogether bad concept for her. She had arrived that evening in a skirt and tank combination, and his black jeans and navy button down seemed easy enough to get off…
"Then what's stopping you?" she asked, her voice turning husky and warm. He turned to look at her then. His face was glowing red from the light above them, but she could still make out his blue eyes burning with the same longing as her own.
"If you're to do this for me, if you're going to be my muse you have to bind yourself to me."
"Bind myself to you? Damon are you completely oblivious to the obvious here?" she asked pointing to her slightly swollen mound. She was only a few months pregnant but it had just started to become visible. "I don't get any closer to you than this." She admitted haughtily.
Damon smiled, a low knowing smile and said, "That's true, but there are restrictions to what we can do."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I need you really hot and bothered when I capture your essence. I want to know you're ready and wanting me. It makes for better photography."
Elena let the words sink in and she realized what he was asking her. He wanted to take photos of her. Photos like the ones of Katherine.
The idea was alluring, and yet disarming all at once. She liked the idea of turning him on, and of making him want her. She knew it would make her ready for him, but she didn't know if she would want to share him with the world. She especially didn't know what he expected if she was pregnant. After all when was the last time someone had taken photos of a newly pregnant girl for lingerie? She sure didn't remember seeing that in the latest Victoria Secret.
"You have got to be kidding me." She said, a mocking tone echoing through the empty room.
"I'm dead serious."
"Damon, look at me." She said motioning towards her body.
"I am." He said, his tone becoming even deeper as he stepped towards her. "You're beautiful Elena. I couldn't keep you off my mind today. You're all I've thought about. These pictures…I was reminded of that day in my shower this morning. Care to remind me how it went?" he cooed, lifting his hand to brush a lock of hair off her face. The contact of his fingers on her flesh made her nerves turn on with a sheer will power and intensity that frightened her. She never could control her emotions when she was around him.
The heady thoughts filling her mind overcame her and he consumed her thoughts, suddenly reminding her of their first time. Then it hit her he'd remembered them.
"You remembered?" she asked hope filling her voice.
"Only flashes of flesh and moans." He said, his eyes looking down at her plump lips. She knew he wanted to kiss her. She wanted it too, she wanted it so badly, but this is how they had started. Didn't she tell him she wanted to be friends? She wanted to take things slow? To give him one day to figure out what he wanted?
He wants you idiot. Her mind shouted at her. But did he want her? Or was it simply that she'd started the same fire she'd lit the moment they'd met. They'd never had a problem in this department. Being together had always felt amazing and right, but would it be enough?
Elena pushed her thoughts down as she struggled with wanting to make him remember her. To remind him of every moment they'd shared since the quarry. Of the moments they'd laughed, the moments they'd cried, and shared joy in the rain. She wished with all her heart he could remember that.
"I remember." She said thickly.
"Show me." He commanded, his hand leaving her face following the lines of her body until he held her hand in his own and grasped it. Holding her hand firmly in his he showed her instead, the hardening part of his jeans beneath her hands. Elena gasped as she became aware of his arousal for her. It intrigued her and turned her on instantly. He had always had that power of her.
Taking a step closer to him, she chose to play by his rules, and whispered in his ear, "I thought you wanted me all hot and bothered." She made sure to put an emphasis on 'me' at the same time she groped him through his jeans.
He immediately let out a shudder and a groan from deep within his throat. She couldn't help but smile, as he practically became putty in her hands.
"You don't play fair." He said pulling away from her.
"Oh hon, you don't know the half of it." She said and licked her lips, watching as he became increasingly aware of her tongue lining her mouth.
"God, I just want to throw you back in my bed and never let you leave."
"So do it."
"Aaargh Elena…I have rules for myself. Very implicit rules that define a perimeter between a photographer and his muse."
"Then, forget about it. We don't have to do anything Damon. We can just sit here, and get more ideas for your photos." She said as she took a step back and took off her jacket seductively.
"What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly
"Playing your muse. Isn't that what you wanted Damon? Now lets see…if I'm to understand what you want I need to have a lot less clothing on."
"I suppose." He admitted stepping back to enjoy the show she was beginning to give him. Elena felt powerful and wanton as she continued to strip in front of Damon. Her skirt hit the floor next, revealing a pair of lacy black underwear underneath. The boy shorts covered her curves but their transparency left little to his active imagination. He could see her feminine folds at her center and suddenly wanted to feel her there. Reaching out she playfully slapped his hand away.
"Uh uh. You're not playing by the rules." She said cooing at him and lifting her tank next. Damon almost came undone right then and there. Her olive skin glowing under the lights still left him breathless. Her curves had him reeling. If he thought she looked anything like Katherine he was sorely mistaken. Her body was practically blossoming before him. Is that was pregnancy did he wondered? Her plump breasts were practically spilling out of the black lacy cups, and her abdomen was slightly swollen, causing him to want to reach out and caress her smooth skin. She was breathtaking, and his will power was lost.
"Fuck the rules." He said, pulling her towards him and crushing her mouth to his.
"But I thought you wanted a day?" she asked underneath his lips.
"I don't need a day. I want you Elena. I need you. Let me have you." He asked earnestly. Elena's body didn't need anymore convincing, but she wasn't about to have sex with her sisters picture glaring at her from up on the celling.
"Ok, as long as we can get out of here." She said motioning towards the image on the wall. Damon looked up and frowned. Then made quick work of turning off the light and leaving the room in a brisk manner. He practically pushed her down to lock the door and then he was kissing her and her back was up against the smooth wooden wall of he darkened hallway.
"Damon…" she breathed out, her hips grinding against his as his lips found her earlobe teasing her to surrender.
"Yes?" he cooed.
"I like your dark side." She said, and then bent down to suck his lower lip into her mouth. Damon's mouth eagerly took her tongue in his own and nipped her lip between his teeth. Elena moaned and practically begged him to tear her panties off right there.
"I'm so glad." He said, and lifted her so that her legs came up around his waist. Walking towards his bedroom he shuffled them to the bed and made quick work of the rest of their clothing. Practically ripping off his shirt she helped him undo his pants and let her lips caress his abdomen.
"Elena…" he breathed as she sank down off the mattress and down onto the floor.
"Shh…. let me make you feel all hot and bothered." She cooed.
Before Damon could protest her lips had completely and utterly covered his engorged cock.
"Fuck!" Damon screamed out.
Elena chuckled to herself, and whispered, "that's the idea…"
"Damn…has it always been like this?" he wondered out loud as Elena sucked him off perfectly. Her mouth swallowing him to the back of her throat and sending him into overdrive.
"mmmhmmm" she agreed, and the vibrations of her throat nearly made him cum down her throat.
"That's enough." He said pulling her off of him, and throwing her up on the bed. He needed her now; he wanted to be buried inside of her.
"My…someone's eager." She said, her eyes looking into his and daring him to make a smart-ass comment. He just didn't give a crap right now. He wanted her inner walls squeezing him as she screamed his name. Lord he suddenly wanted that more than he wanted air to breathe.
"Get on your knees." He said harshly, kissing her mouth one final time before she turned over.
"This might be rougher than you remember." He added as he entered her swiftly and fully in one swift movement.
Elena let out a moan of pleasure as he filled her to the brink. She knew she should have felt pain, but all she felt was pleasure. It was as if her body was remembering for her how good he could make her feel. Every nerve ending was on high alert as he moved, and rocked them both to the brink of pleasure; his sack hitting her sensitive nub with every thrust and causing her to scream his name.
"God, Damon!" she yelled, doing her best to cheer him on. Although he felt so good inside of her she never wanted him to stop.
Hitting her G-spot one more time, she came in a tidal wave of pleasure. His body stilled as he pulled out of her allowing her orgasm to crash around her as he watched. His hands gliding in and out of her, making her coat his fingers. Without warning he took his fingers out and lifted them to her lips.
"Suck." He commanded. She blushed and did, as she was told, unaware of the primal urges she had just put into motion. Damon practically lost his load feeling her suck her own juices off of him. He wasn't going to let himself come without her though, so he lay down and allowed her to drop down on top of his large member.
Sinking down on top of him Elena sighed and began moving at a leisurely pace. It was driving him crazy but the prolonged gratification had Damon appreciating the woman writhing on top of him. He spent the moments of pleasurable agony feeling her skin underneath his, and allowing his fingers to pinch her nipples to hard peaks. Every time he did so, she let out an appreciative groan, urging him to continue. It wasn't until her walls tightened a second time that he felt his release ready to erupt out of him. Burring himself in her one last time, he thrust upward and emptied his seed, milking her and enjoying every minute of it.
Lying beneath her exhausted, Damon felt sated and at peace knowing, this girl in his arms would be the one to break the mold. She would be the one to put his world back on its axis. He simply needed to find a way to pick up the pieces, and something told him she would be his key to finding out just what those pieces were.
********AUTHORS NOTE****************
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