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Damon and Elena POV
Disclaimer: BDSM and abuse.
Characters aren't mine: the storyline is!
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Let's begin, shall we?
Elena POV
Damon's molten lips adhere to my mouth frantically. At first, I tense up, unaware of what had just happened. I start to relax as I feel his hand cup my face while the other clutches my arms above my head. His soft, beautiful lips against my chapped ones feels sinful. I feel a low moan in my throat as any delicate nature of the kiss disappears. He claims my mouth, pressing me roughly back into the door. His lips move expertly against mine, taking my breath away. He swipes his tongue along my bottom lip, leaving a trail of fire. I open my mouth the slightest bit and his tongue darts inside.
I'm surprised at the hearty groan that reaches my ears, at first embarrassed at the thought that that sound could escape my mouth. I feel the rumble in his chest that tells me that the noise hadn't come from me. A wave of lust rushes over me and I begin to feel the already present wetness pooling between my thighs getting harder to ignore.
He removes his hand from my face and slowly his knuckles trail up the side of my head, intertwining his fingers into my hair. He uses the extra leverage to press my face harder against his. I try to copy the movements of his tongue, swirling and pushing next to his. His groan returns and I feel it reverberate from his throat through mine. Apparently he likes that.
He leans against me and I feel my lungs rapidly attempt to catch up with my quick, shallow breaths. I can feel his hard stiffness pressing into my thigh. Fire engulfs my body, and its unlike anything I've ever felt before. I try to move my arms down, wishing to tangle them into his jet black locks. He quickly pins them back up, pushing them tighter against the door.
I open my eyes as the feeling of being trapped exponentially rises. What the hell, I was enjoying this. What happened? All of a sudden, memories flood back into my kind. Alaric pressing my arms into the wall above my head, trying to take me. Why did it feel so different when Damon did it? Flustered and overwhelmed, I pull my arms and face away. Much to his dismay, I think as I notice the confused look he flashes my way.
"I-I'm sorry. I have to, to-", I breathe out as I reach behind me for the door handle. I press it down and fly backwards, righting myself before I fall. I don't look back as I quickly exit the office, sprinting down towards the women's restroom. Shaky legs carry me forward as I make my way down the hall. I burst through the doors and climb up on the countertop, placing my face in my hands. Why did it feel like that?
Damon POV
Two words and two words only raced through my mind as I watched Elena slip away from my grasp. Blue balls.
The kiss was magnificent. I bring my fingers up to my mouth, feeling where the fire along my lip burns. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Did I scare her away? I run my hand through my hair and begin to pace. What did I do wrong? Does she just not like me? Did I hurt her? Did she want to keep her relationship with her boss stricly profes-.
My stride freezes and my jaw clenches as I piece together my actions and her quick exit. She was sexually assualted by her boss at her last job. Rememberance of what I had learned about her abuse fills my head.
And I just kissed her, without asking or making sure she was comfortable.
I sink in my spot as I feel the guilt flood through my body. I'm the shittiest person in the world.
I thought she was enjoying herself, with the way she melted into me and the noises she was making at first. Maybe I did something in particular to set her off?
I walk towards the hallway extending from my office and start to look for Elena. She couldn't have gone far, right? She must be on this floor, not being able to ride the elevators alone without stumbling like a sloppy drunk. I make my way over to the restrooms and approach the door to the women's room. I listen for any sign of life inside the doors. Nothing. I begin to turn away to look somewhere else when I hear a faint sniff. The noise, though almost inaudible, sounded deafening in the silence of the hallway. I knock twice on the door and hear a slight rustling come from inside the bathroom.
"Elena, are you okay?" I ask, keeping my voice low. I wait a few moments, but no answer comes. I wait for a while, wondering if she will come to the door. After a minute, I can't take it anymore.
"Okay, I'm coming in.", I warn as I step inside the bathroom.
The sight before me makes me want to gather her into my arms and refuse to ever let her go. Elena is perched on top of the counter, ankles crossed. Her eyes are irritated and puffy looking, light tears falling down the side of her one cheek. Her lips are swollen and red. Her hands are folded together, as she tries to tie her fingers in knots. Her gaze falls on mine as I approach the counter, her eyes growing wide.
"Damon, you can't be in here!", she exclaims. I give her "the look" and her mouth clamps shut.
"Elena are you alright?", I prod, stepping between her knees and resting my hands on either sides of her. She looks down, not meeting my eyes. I see that crimson blush edge over her face. I place my finger under her chin and slowly tilt her head up.
"I'm fine, I'm sorry for running away. I just needed to, er, cool off." she whispers. Her twiddling fingers pick up speed and I place my hand over hers.
"What exactly happened between you and your boss, Elena?" I ask. I know I'm pressing, but I need to know what she's comfortable with and what she's not comfortable with.
"H-he tried to touch me. He c-called me into his office and tried to r-rape me.", She replies with a pained expression.
"Did I do something specific to make you uncomfortable?", I question, finished beating around the bush.
"Well, w-when you pushed my arms up above m-my head, I kinda felt trapped. I just p-panicked, I guess." she stutters out, new tears trickling down her cheeks. Fuck me.
Me: a sadistic, dominating, bdsm-loving freak.
Elena: a pure, innocent girl who gets nervous when she's not in control of her arms.
This one may take more training than I thought. I know that I need to be careful. I gently brush my fingertips along her arms, observing as goosebumps follow underneath my touch.
"I'm very sorry Elena. Next time though, you have to tell me how you're feeling instead of just running away. An escapee hurts my feelings." I chuckle as she looks up at me. The previous worried expression on her face fades into a warm smile, lighting up the entire room.
Elena POV
I'm not sure if he notices that he just said there would be a next time. The nervous excitement rises back up through my body. He grabs my hand and pulls me off of the counter.
"Elena, would you like to join me for dinner tonight? It's at Stefan's place and Caroline will be there.", He asks, his icy eyes freezing me in place. Dinner with him? Yes please.
"Um, sure. I would love to.", I smile back.
He leads me out of the restroom, hand in hand, towards his office. I start to hyperventilate again, wondering if he expects me to do other things with him. Does he think I'm just some slutty assistant? I think he notices my hesitation, and stops before placing me in front of him. He holds his hands on my arms, slowly rubbing them up and down.
"Elena, I apologize for kissing you like that. I should have kept boundaries.", he replies, my eyes growing wide. Did he not enjoy it? My cheeks get hot and I feel my eyes well up. No. I will NOT fucking cry over him. I am a big girl who can definitely handle being rejected.
Don't be sorry. I didn't mind." I whisper as I wrench my eyes away from his, my head falling. A single tear slips out of my eye and I feel it leave a small trail down my face.
"Elena, I didn't mind either. I just figured that you were uncomfortable." he replies softly, placing his hands on either side of my face and bringing his eyes into view. He looks tense, like he's waiting on me to say that it was alright. And, it was.
Even though I got a little freaked out about him pinning my arms up, it was exhilarating. Thinking about the way he took my lips, softly at first and then melting into pure rough passion, made me incredibly hot. What is this man doing to me?
"Come on, I want to see something." He asks as he pulls me inside the office. He kicks the door behind him and leads me over to his desk. He picks me up and I yelp, not expecting to be off the ground. With a swipe of his hand, I hear things fall on the floor. Remodeling? I giggle as the thought crosses my mind. He then sets me on top on his desk, placing his body between my knees like he did earlier. This time, he places his hands on top of my thighs, squeezing softly. I can feel my heart attempting to dive out of my chest cavity. My breathing has become even more rapid, and the close proximity is doing nothing to help.
"We're gonna figure out what you're okay with. Everything I do, I want you to respond with the words, green, yellow, or red. These are called safewords. Green is for ready to continue, yellow is for me to proceed with caution, and red is for me to stop. Do you understand?", his tone sounding more serious as he asks. I nod my head but he still looks expectant.
"I understand." I reply. A smile creeps slowly onto my face when I see his expression.
This should be fun.
