Thank you for the lovely reviews! I hope you all enjoy this chapter: this is where the Jyler BDSM starts! There will be D/s elements through out nearly every chapter. The D/s parts start here! Don't like, don't read!
WARNINGS: slash, bondage
One Month Later.
"Oh my G—people actually do that?" Jeremy gaped at the computer screen, where Caroline was showing him the definition of asphyxiation.
"Yeah. It can be nice if it's done right," she shrugged. "But it's not something I particularly enjoy."
"How could that feel good?" he sputtered.
"Some people like the feeling of gasping for air. I don't know Jer, it's all in here," she tapped her forehead. The orphan shuddered as he scrolled down the page of the website they stumbled upon that explained, with great detail, common terms of the bondage community. He had taken Tyler's advice and spent the past few weeks learning as much as he could about this new life he would soon be assimilated to. Tyler kept his word and hadn't made him sign any contract and he was grateful, though he knew in the back of his mind that it was coming.
"So this is called sadism and masochism?" he read the large heading.
"Yes. Sadists like to inflict pain and masochists like to receive it."
"Weird," he shuddered as he moved further down the page. He read the definition of a golden shower and laughed out loud.
"This isn't really a thing is it?" he asked the blonde.
"It definitely is a thing," she giggled. "Thankfully this is forbidden in our house, as is the brown shower and any kind of knife or blood play. Those are really extreme scenes and you need special rooms and equipment for them."
Jeremy suppressed his gag reflex. Compared to what they were finding online, Tyler and Katherine were angels. He was beyond relieved when Tyler told him they would never do anything overly extreme like this.
"Once, when Mistress and I went to a play party, this man followed us the whole night asking if he could play with us. He wanted to defecate on me and spread it all over my body," she grimaced. "Luckily Master Tyler and the Salvatores were there too."
"That's…that's so wrong on so many levels," he shuddered.
"Another time, this man wanted to do a scene with rape play, which can really mess with someone's head. Mistress almost punched him for even asking."
"Why would rape ever turn someone on?"
"All in here," she repeated with her finger to her head. "There're a lot of things in the community that are more taboo than you think. Rape play isn't common just because the nature of it is so serious. And a lot of people aren't turned on by the thought of it."
"I wonder why," he snorted as he shook his head. He was beginning to think he was blessed in having Tyler take an interest in him and not some creep that felt the need to assert his dominance by forcing himself on him.
"How does the media not know about any of this?" he asked when they reached the end of the page. "I mean, they're not as popular as other celebrities but they must know something, right?"
"Not exactly," she grinned. "People have started so many rumors that no one knows what to believe. All people know is that I'm Katherine's niece from Belgium and I'm a budding fashion designer in the making."
"Do they know about these…parties you go to?"
"I don't know. They might, but they never know when or where they are."
"How?"
"Because don't drive to these. We fly," she laughed at his dumbfounded look. "Master Tyler owns his own helicopter."
"Of course he does," he said faintly. The man had three cars and a yacht. Why shouldn't he have his own helicopter too? "But how do they make sure people who go to the parties don't tell anyone where they are? Wouldn't they worry someone would do it for money?"
"Once people get on the guest lists for the parties, they're usually sworn to the utmost secrecy. It's like a kinky society," she giggled. "If you ever discuss anything that happens to someone that's not on the list, you get kicked out and you can't come back."
"What if you want to bring people to the parties?"
"You have to ask the permission of the Master or Mistress in charge of the Dungeon. These parties are meant for subs and Doms to come mingle and play and find new partners and stuff. It's like a safe haven."
"Makes sense," she grinned when she clicked on the picture of a plain black band. "You don't have a collar yet, so you'll have to get one."
"A what?" Jeremy's mouth dropped when he saw the pictures. "I have to wear one of those?"
"These ones are mostly used during play, to help ground the sub in place and help them get to that feeling of subspace. But this is mine," she pulled out a thin necklace with a heart pendant hanging between her cleavage, the letter K engraved in it and encrusted with diamonds.
"That's beautiful," he said softly as she tucked it back in her shirt. "She had that made for you?"
She nodded, "I think Master Tyler is going to have one made for you too. He really likes you Jer."
He flushed when she laughed, "I don't think he will. I haven't even signed the contract yet."
"We'll see. But I'm usually right when it comes to these things. He likes you a lot."
Jeremy watched as she scrolled through more terms on various websites, his stomach knotting from the first signs of his anxiety threatening to overtake him. Tyler had been patient thus far, but there was no telling how much longer he would wait for him to put this off. The most they'd done was heavy kissing, but the billionaire backed off every time their hands roamed too far or their movements became too intimate. The orphan constantly found himself torn between being thankful and being frustrated, so much so that he nearly signed the contract a couple times just so Tyler would go further, but those thoughts always diminished when he thought about what would happen after.
"If you don't mind me asking…what was your first experience with this like?" he asked softly. "I know that I'll sign the contract soon and…I feel a little better about this now that I know more but…I just can't envision how this will work unless I sleep with him. And I'm not sure I'm ready to…go all the way yet."
"Trust me, it can work without sex. Katherine and I have plenty of scenes that don't involve sex at all," she reassured as she put a hand on his knee, smiling inwardly when he didn't flinch. "When she first cuffed me, I was beyond terrified. I have a bad past with abuse and it freaked me out so bad that I cried. She let me have my meltdown, then explained everything she was going to do before and while she was doing it. After that…I wanted her to tie me down all the time so I could get over that fear."
Jeremy gazed at her sympathetically, "Who hurt you?"
"First it was my father; he was an alcoholic and he beat me and my mother. He put her in the hospital and I ran away before I was next," she sighed. I stayed with a friend who had a brother and absentee parents, and the guys she brought around weren't exactly stand up citizens. But I wanted to be popular, so I drank a lot and fucked around a lot. It's wonder I didn't get pregnant," she snorted. "I was the school tramp from junior year until I graduated."
He smiled sadly, "That's awful."
"My future boyfriends were no better. They got me addicted to everything; cocaine, ecstasy, meth, anything to get high. I couldn't hold a job, I was sleeping with anyone who would let me crash with them, and my boyfriends…they weren't the nicest people," her voice ended on a whisper as she shook her head. "I slept with everyone and anyone to get a fix of anything, and everyone knew I was a junkie, so they took advantage of me and I let them."
"How'd you meet Katherine?"
"I was working at one of the strip clubs in District 5. She came in for her birthday with Tyler and Damon, but they wanted to go somewhere discrete. I was on stage, they sat in front of me so I danced for them. She never took her eyes off of me and I thought it was weird at first, but then I started doing things I didn't even think I knew how to do to impress them," she laughed. "She asked for a private dance and gave me $1,000, so I took her to the back room and danced for her again. Next thing I know, she has me sitting in the chair with her head between my legs."
Jeremy barked out a stunned laugh, "I thought that was illegal at strip clubs?"
"It isn't for people with money, apparently," she giggled. "Normally I didn't sleep with customers, but Katherine was just…she was different, you know? She didn't expect me to do anything for her after that, she just asked if I was working the next night. She came back, and the same thing happened. It happened for four days in a row, and I didn't know her name the entire time we were hooking up. That was the first time I ever hooked up with a woman and it was exhilarating."
"When did you find out?"
"When my boss asked me if Tyler Lockwood's sister was my sugar momma," she snorted. "I had no idea what he was talking about until he showed me her picture. So when she came back the next night, I asked her about it and she told me the truth. We hooked up again, and then she asked me to come live with her. I was so hot for her that I said yes immediately and left with her that night. She drove all the way to New Haven and dropped me off at rehab, but she eventually persuaded me to allow being admitted," she smirked lightly. "I stayed for 60 days, then moved in with her and she introduced me to everyone and everything about bondage."
"That's a hell of a story," Jeremy chuckled.
"When I first got here, I knew nothing about bondage or submission just like you. But they slowly broke me into it and now I can't imagine my life going back to the way it was," she gave him a wistful smile. "Katherine's always known what kind of hold she has over me, but instead of fighting it, I embrace it. I let her do what she knows is best for me because I trust her to take care of me no matter what. She and Damon always know what's best."
"Damon?" his brow furrowed.
"He was Katherine's Dom once, but she isn't naturally submissive, so she started dominating him when she learned how. That's usually something Doms don't want to happen because it makes them look weak, but I think he appreciated it coming from her," she laughed. "Sometimes we do scenes with him, but I've never been allowed to sleep with him."
"Why not?"
She shrugged, "I've never asked. I guess it'll happen when we're all ready."
Weird, he thought.
"Tyler is actually the one who really taught me about all of this. He's always been one of my biggest supporters," she murmured. "He understood what I was going through with my drug addiction, so he really helped me learn to control it. He would always give me advice for scenes too. He's really good at all of this, so you'll be in good hands."
She patted his knee as she gave him an encouraging smile, "Just remember when you sign that contract that you're not in this alone Jer. Everyone here is your support system, especially your Dom. We won't let anything happen to you."
The orphan knew she was right as he returned her smile. They wouldn't let anything happen to him, and Tyler was going to take care of him. Everything was going to be fine; all he needed to do was sign.
"I am surprised at how long you have waited for Jeremy to come around. You are usually onto your next if they have not given in by now," Katherine watched her brother carefully as she sat on the cushioned chase lounge in his home office. Tyler didn't remove his eyes from his computer as he continued typing.
"He needed more time. I wasn't going to rush him."
"You have never waited on a submissive before," her eyebrow rose. He finished typing his report and saved it with a sigh as he finally gave his sister attention.
"You guys all told me to take it slow."
"Well yes, but we did not expect you to listen," she giggled when he rolled his eyes. "You are just impatient is all."
"I didn't want to give up on him so fast. He's gone through a lot and he needed time to adjust," he shrugged. While Katherine was right that he wouldn't normally take so long for someone to make the decision to submit to him, he hadn't minded waiting on Jeremy at all. The kid intrigued him, and he knew the attack and the other scarring contributed to the thick walls he built around himself over the years. All he needed was someone patient and willing enough to break them down.
"Oui, he has been through much," she sighed sadly. "Perhaps you will be able to help him heal."
"That's the plan, hence why I waited so long," he muttered. "He'll come to me when he's ready. Until then, I'll just wait."
"He and Caroline have grown close. She is so happy to have a friend again," she sighed. "His presence in this house has been good for us all, including himself."
Tyler couldn't help but agree. Now that Jeremy didn't have the stress of worrying about bills or rent, he looked much happier and much healthier. He was still skinnier than Tyler liked, but now that he was eating three, healthy full meals a day and taking vitamins, he was sure that would change in the coming weeks. His next step would be to get him on a good workout plan.
"Tyler?" Jeremy's voice floated through the door as he knocked.
"Come in," he called. The orphan shuffled in, his shoulders hunched as he gave Katherine a tentative smile. "What's up?"
"I, um…I wanted to talk to you about…about signing the contract," his voice ended on a whisper. Katherine and Tyler shared a surprised look.
"Of course. Come sit," he gestured to the seat in front of him. His sister politely excused herself, thankfully, and closed the door as he sat down. The billionaire could tell he was nervous and he tried, hard, to reign in his excitement.
"We'll go over it again," he said softly as he pulled the document onto his screen. Jeremy nodded quickly as he bit his lip. They went through the safe-words before going to the terms of agreement and limitations, Tyler gently coaxing Jeremy into allowing some of his hard limits to become limits to be explored, before he sighed his signature in the space designated for the Dom. He handed Jeremy the pen, placing his hand on his knee to keep it from bouncing up and down nervously.
"Take your time," he soothed as he stood. "I'll be in the living room. Sign when you're ready."
Jeremy gulped involuntarily as he shut the door behind him. He stared at the contract again, and the blank space waiting to bear his signature. Not giving himself time to think it through, he scribbled his signature and threw the pen on the desk as if it burned him. He paced around the room for a moment before taking a deep breath and going to the living room. Tyler and the girls were spread out on the couches, each buried in a tabloid or newspaper. He cleared his throat to catch their attention.
"I…I signed it," he said meekly, eyes lowered to the ground. He heard a sharp intake of breath, then saw Tyler's shoes as he approached him. He gently lifted his head with his crooked finger and stared into his eyes.
"Do you remember which playroom is mine?"
He nodded.
"I want you to go in there and take your shoes off. Put them by the door, then kneel in front of the bed, head down, palms up," he commanded softly. The orphan nodded before scampering up the stairs, Tyler watching him with a slow-building fire erupting in his belly.
"That did not take long," Katherine giggled. He smirked at them.
"Thank you," he nodded at Caroline and then looked to his sister. "Make sure she gets a good reward for persuading him."
"He was ready. He just needed to know that he wasn't alone in this," she said softly. He grinned at them both before walking up the stairs.
"Be careful," Katherine warned.
He smirked, "Always."
Jeremy tried to inhale deeply to calm his pounding heart, his palms growing clammy with nervous sweat. He gnawed at his lip fretfully as he waited, wondering what was in store for him now that he had no free will. When Tyler finally entered the room, after what felt like hours, it took everything in him to not to lift his head.
"Look at me," he commanded in that dangerously soft tone. The orphan slowly complied, gazing into the eyes of the man that held his well-being in his hands. "From now on, you will refer to me as Sir. I am your Dom, and you will follow everything I ask of you without question, understand?"
"Yes...sir," he mumbled. Tyler barely suppressed his grin.
"Good boy. Lie on the bed."
Jeremy took a deep breath before doing as instructed. Staring at the ceiling, he tried to focus on staying calm as Tyler's hand danced up and down his legs. He tensed briefly when Tyler finally straddled him and dipped his head into his neck to leave a soft kiss. This was fine. This was what they always did; Tyler would keep his lips above the collar of his shirt and it was fine, really. He wasn't trembling.
Tyler's hands brushed along his sides as he pressed their lips together. Their tongues mingled, as they always did, and Jeremy moaned at the touch. The billionaire kissed him readily, like a man driven by hunger, but it relaxed the orphan and he slowly loosened up. When Tyler felt he was calm enough, he slipped his fingers underneath his shirt and touched along his waist just above the waistband of his jeans. They slowly moved higher, bringing the shirt with it, and Jeremy broke the kiss with harsh pants as he stopped his hands and tried to force them back down.
"What's wrong?" Tyler murmured.
"I…I've never—" he swallowed thickly, his nerves coming back twice as badly as before. "I've never been naked in front of someone before."
The billionaire's brows knitted together, "Not even for a doctor?"
"I couldn't…I could never let them…I found ways around it," he muttered as he looked away ashamed. Slowly, Tyler pulled him into a sitting position and gave him a quick peck.
"I've already seen you without a shirt on, remember? When Pearl had to bandage your wounds from your attack," he reminded. "It's nothing I haven't seen before, okay?"
Swallowing heavily, Jeremy nodded and allowed Tyler to kiss him again. They broke apart when the billionaire pulled his shirt over his head in one movement and he gasped as he tried to cover himself on instinct. Tyler pushed his arms away and tried to draw him back in but Jeremy was too busy trying to hide himself from view.
"Jeremy," Tyler gently gripped his chin and forced his watering eyes to look at him. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I've already seen your chest, and you look fine."
He shook his head; Tyler was obviously lying. He was scarred from head to toe because of the abuse he suffered. He was nothing pretty to look at.
"Let me see," he murmured as he slowly pushed his arms away. The billionaire's ire for Jeremy's attackers grew when he saw clearly the number of old scars and abrasions that littered his skin. Someone had definitely beaten him in the past, and now he had even more reason to find the assholes and destroy them.
"I know it's…it's not pretty," he sucked in a wobbly breath, sounding close to tears. "I'm sorry, I should've—"
"Why are you sorry?" Tyler voice was hard. He winced when Jeremy flinched and cupped his face gently between his large, warm hands. "Don't be sorry Jeremy. You did nothing to deserve this at all."
He kissed the corners of his eyes, licking away the fallen tears. Slowly, he pushed him back down and he hovered over him, their lips meeting gently as he tried to ease the scared orphan back into relaxation. He made love to him with his mouth, kissing every dark mark and blemish he found on his chest, stomach and arms. He took his nipples between his fingers and teased them gently, relishing in the younger's moans when he dipped his head to suck them. Jeremy had nearly melted into the bed by the time he kissed down to the waistband of his jeans, his cock growing hard against Tyler's leg.
"See? You're okay," he chuckled as he kissed under his bellybutton. "Just trust me Jer."
He reached for the long chained cuffs at the head of the bed and slipped them around the dazed boy's wrists with practiced ease. The younger was in such a state of pleasure that he hadn't realized what happened until he was done.
"What—what are you doing?" he asked breathlessly as he tugged at the chains. Tyler gave him another deep kiss in response, swallowing his whimper as he popped the top button of his jeans. He pulled back when Jeremy squirmed underneath him.
"Tyler—!"
"Sir," Tyler corrected softly, his voice low and soothing. "It's alright Jeremy. You can trust me."
"Sir—Tyler wait!" he gasped when he pulled down the zipper, his scared tears returning to his eyes. "Please wait!"
"Jer, it's okay," the billionaire forced down his frustration. "I promise, I'm not going to hurt you. But you have to trust me."
"Why can't you leave them on?" he sobbed quietly.
"This is a part of your training. You have to be able to trust that I won't hurt you, even at your most vulnerable," he explained gently. He stroked his hands up and down Jeremy's bound arms and chest until he was calm again. Reaching into the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a silk tie and held it up in front of the orphan.
"This is going to go around your eyes. You won't be able to see, but that's the point," he murmured as he folded it in half and gently placed it around his eyes. Jeremy whimpered when it was tied in place but didn't protest otherwise.
"Now, I'm going to remove your pants and your underwear. Don't panic," he said quickly when Jeremy started to. "Nothing will happen that you aren't ready for. Just trust me."
Jeremy thought he would have a panic attack when Tyler did as he said he said and removed the rest of his clothing. He let out a low sob when the cuffs went around his ankles and he tugged his wrists again. He was comfortable, but very much restrained.
"Ty—Sir?" his voice wavered with fear, "I'm scared."
"I know you are, pet, but you don't have to be. I'm going to take care of you," Tyler's deep voice rumbled from somewhere to his left. It slightly comforted him despite being the most exposed he'd ever been.
"D-Don't leave me like this, please," he sucked in a breath. "I—I can't see anything."
"I won't. Just relax Jer. I won't leave."
He mashed his lips together to stop the rest of his nervous blurting and tried to take his advice. He jumped when Tyler placed a hand on his chest and trailed it down gently, a moan following the movement.
"Sir?" he asked worriedly.
"You're beautiful," he whispered as he looked at the pretty picture Jeremy made stretched out and tied down to his bed. "Jesus, I can't believe you're all mine."
The orphan flushed, "Th-Thank you Sir."
Tyler licked his lips as his eyes roamed that scarred, pale body. Others might look at Jeremy and see a flawed physique, but all he saw was utter perfection. And no one had ever touched him, which made this even sweeter. He would be the first to show Jeremy true pleasure, and he was going to make it memorable.
He grasped Jeremy's rather thick length and stroked his hand up and down once. He arched his back with a gasp, jerking from the sudden pleasure he felt. Tyler dipped his head to lick from his navel to his nipple and he shuddered under his touch.
"Has anyone ever touched you Jeremy?" he breathed in his ear. He shook his head, unable to think beyond the feeling of Tyler's hand on his cock and how amazing it was.
"That's going to change after this session. So just relax," Tyler murmured as he removed his own shirt. He was glad Jeremy couldn't see him strip down to his boxers; he wanted to be as comfortable as possible for what came next. He straddled the orphan's legs again, sliding his hands up his thighs gently, watching Jeremy trying to watch him through the blindfold as he panted with anticipation. All signs of his earlier panic were gone, that was good. Tyler smirked as he kissed his stomach one more time before his hand resumed its movement on his cock.
Jeremy bucked his hips and whined as he thrust forward to gain more friction. He couldn't remember why he was terrified before when all he could think about was how good Tyler's touch felt.
"Oh God," he gave a breathy high-pitched moan when Tyler's thumb circled over the head of his cock. "Oh that feels so good."
"Does it?" Tyler asked huskily. "Tell me how good it is pet."
Jeremy could only whine as he thrust his hips up a little harder. His moans were driving Tyler insane and he had to palm himself through his briefs to keep from coming.
"Please—p-please Tyler—!" he gasped in pleasure when a pleasurable heat pooled in his stomach and his balls tightened.
"Ah, ah. Who am I Jeremy?" he barely registered Tyler's teasing tone when his hand slowed its stroking. "Tell me who I am."
"Wh-What do you—?" he couldn't think straight.
"Who am I?" he repeated when his hand stopped. Jeremy cried out in frustration, trying to thrust into Tyler's slack grip and not finding relief.
"P-Please, sir please!" he begged. "You're my Dom, sir, please, please—!"
His begging turned into a long cry as Tyler's hand resumed and finally pushed him over the edge. He spilled all over their stomachs and the billionaire's hand; Tyler couldn't take his eyes off of him as he worked him through his orgasm. Jeremy collapsed against the blankets, quivering from the aftershocks. Tyler couldn't resist leaning down and leaning the cum off his stomach, moaning at his taste.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it pet?" he smirked when Jeremy shook his head slowly.
"It was amazing," he panted. Tyler chuckled as he kissed his thigh.
"Good. Just keep relaxing for me. You're doing really well."
The change in Jeremy now was a complete 180 from the nervous wreck he was before. Tyler thought that had to do with him now knowing what pleasure felt like and he grinned wickedly. By the time tonight was over, Jeremy was going to know what it meant in every sense of the word. He was going to enjoy breaking his boy in until he saw stars.
The billionaire's lips resumed their place on his lips and neck before sliding lower, kissing all over until he was moaning and hard and leaking again. He made himself face level with his cock, groaning at how thick it was, before sliding his tongue along the underside slowly. Jeremy whimpered and bucked as he kissed along the inside of his thighs before finally showing him mercy and taking him into his mouth.
Jeremy choked on his own breath when he was sucked into the tight warmth of Tyler's mouth and he cried out loud in ecstasy. This was beyond…anything he had ever felt. He never thought something could feel so good, so fucking good that it should've been illegal. His fingers curled around the chains of his restraints, needing to hold onto something as Tyler worked him, nearly driving him insane as his tongue twisted and curled around his cock in the most delicious of ways.
"Oh God—!" he trailed off in a wordless, breathless scream of pleasure as he exploded down the billionaire's throat, thrust into the wet warmth as much as he was able. He fell back against the pillows completely winded, gasping for breath as he trembled.
"You taste so fucking good," Tyler growled when he crawled back up his body. Jeremy opened his mouth readily to accept his tongue, moaning at the taste of himself.
"How do you feel, pet?" he breathed against hi swollen lips.
"I feel…I feel amazing," he panted. Tyler hummed lowly and kissed him again.
"Good, because we're not done yet."
Mikael scowled darkly into his glass of very old Scotch as he went over his bank statements for the month. They had lost money, which was never good, and he probably had Kol to thank for that. The bastard would do absolutely anything to see his own family fall, as despicable as it was, but he couldn't bring himself to rid the world of his third-youngest just yet. But he more than made up for lost profits with his other business, which raked in billions each month, and he smirked wickedly. Kol could try all he wanted to take him down, but it would take more than the police to make his men talk. The money was too good for anyone to want to give it up for the sake of morality.
He looked up when he heard a knock on the door, "Come in."
Elijah stepped through the door, holding a manila folder, and sat across from his father. Mikael poured his second-eldest a glass of Scotch before taking the folder from him.
"What's this?"
"Something you might find interesting," he murmured before taking a sip. Mikael's eyes widened when he saw the document that Tyler and Jeremy both signed earlier. He flipped through it, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"How did you come by this?"
"Luck," he leaned back in the expensive armchair. Mikael flipped through the two contracts, grinning gleefully at Katherine's and Caroline's signatures, before placing it in his locked bottom drawer.
"Luck indeed," their eyes met. "With this, I'll have that smug bastard and his whore of a sister by the balls."
"I actually had another idea," Elijah leaned forward. "They're slaves of two of the most powerful people in Nivea. How much do you think they'd be worth?"
Mikael chuckled as he poured them each more alcohol, "More than they'll ever realize. I'll create their profiles tomorrow. Excellent work Elijah."
They raised their glasses to each other and toasted merrily.
Hope that was kinky enough for you guys! Tell me what you think!
