Black Velvet
Chapter 9 – ACQUAINTED
Chapter Rating M – adult language and strong themes of a sexually driven nature
I added this chapter late, pushing the following two chapters forward. I know this was supposed to be the Dinner celebration for Kat, but I needed to get some more realness between Bamon before they entered into this contractual relationship. It started as a small scene and turned into a chapter. So, Bonnie and Damon deal with emotions for the first time. Will it go smoothly?
Kat sits with Bonnie over wine and junk food and helps her cope with the possibility of a lifestyle change.
"Bonnie, Its simple. Everything in that contract can be negotiated. What Damon has proposed to you is a Friday through Thursday Dom/Sub contract, which technically makes it a Master/Slave contract, since he will have total control. This means that Friday Through Sunday. Your time will be spent with him. However, you two determine that, is what you negotiate in your contract. These things he's mentioned are not necessarily demands for you. It's a checklist. Okay, wow. He is very precise."
"Yeah, don't look too closely at that. He was specific about my eyes and my eyes only."
"Of course. That is how it should be. Any concern you have, ask him do not hesitate. Because if you don't ask he won't know if you are okay with it or not."
"So is this what you and Elijah have?"
"No babe. We had this in the beginning. Then we changed it when we decided in a partnership."
"So what is this? Does this mean I am relinquishing all decisions to him?"
"Yup. The time you two are together, you are allowing him to control the entire arrangement. But, of course, he won't do anything you haven't negotiated. He can only do what you have given him consent to do. It is a business contract Bonnie. You are technically business partners. It just so happens your partnership involves him having control based on agreed upon terms."
"This is crazy, right? I mean… What if I decide this isn't for me?"
"You two agree on negotiations. You can opt out of your contract. You're not a technical slave. Okay. You are a slave by fantasy. Even though Damon is a Hard Dom. He's not extreme to the point he'd hold you against your will."
Bonnie begins reading parts of the contract. "Hard or Heavy Dominant, is a dominant, with preferable desire to perform hard limits in acts involving his/her submissive. A hard Dominant will exceed limits of a Soft Dominant, but retract behaviors of an extreme Dominant. None the less, Hard Dom behavior is above the average limit of Dominant behaviors pertaining to acts of a sexual and personal nature as well as fantasy and roll playing themes. Hard dominants are experienced Dominants and prefer total control." She bites her lip and asks Kat? "What is Elijah?"
"It's different, we are in a domesticated partnership. We each have our hard and soft limits."
"What was he before?"
"Lijah told me he was Soft or light Dom a few years ago, before me. Over time he had developed hard dom behaviors, the more comfortable he became with it all. The more experience he's gained the more dominant he becomes. Meaning, his limits often exceeded a soft dom standards. Damon, I believe has really helped Elijah to hone in on certain dominant tactics. I'm guessing Elijah learned his spanking technique from Damon. He didn't used to spank the way he does now."
"So they discuss these things?"
"You know, It's strange, I have never seen them discuss their lifestyle behaviors, but, Damon and Elijah talk about it. I know they do. Damon made a comment once about giving Elijah props on his pleasure punishments. Then the night we played cards, Elijah was more aggressive when we were in the room. Also, the way Elijah was acting at the Champagne party for the twins. It was as if he'd spoken with Damon about you and Kol before. Which is totally weird. Since Kol is his brother." Kat thought. "Anyways, Elijah has always been kinky, not much of a punisher. Then recently he gets off on it. I do too."
"Yeah. Which is why you want to explore the world and flirt with other men?"
"No. I just need to figure out what I want from Elijah, and my relationship."
"Damn right. You need to figure it out and soon. Something tells me Elijah is not trying to be dealing with you in this state of confusion."
"Gosh. He's so cute. Last night, he asked me to roll play. He was a fireman, and I needed CPR after he rescued me from a burning five story building."
"Really?" Bonnie smiled. "How'd that go?"
"Bonnie, let's just say his CPR didn't stop at my mouth, okay."
(Flashback)
Kat lay on the ground unconscious. Elijah put his hands together and pushed on her chest with a heavy, delicate force. When he lifted her head back and preceded to do mouth to mouth, she had a hard time catching her breath. He had to tear her shirt to get to her chest and put the imaginary defibrillators onto her to get her to start breathing.
Suddenly she coughed. She had inhaled so much (smoke) she was delirious as to where she was. So he picked her body up and carried her to the sofa. His eyes fell with sorrow as she lay partially lifeless in his arms. She was out of it, yet he saved her life.
"Hello Miss, are you okay?"
"I-I think so."
"Do you know your name, and where you are?"
"Yes, my name is Miss Kitty and I am at my Apartment." She spoke deliriously.
He couldn't help but to look at her form as she lay there helpless. "Miss Kitty, are you alright… Can I get you anything?"
"No. I don't need anything. My body is just hot. I feel as if I am covered in smoke still." She said helplessly.
"I think I can help with that." He said as he slowly began to remove her clothes. She watched him as he suspenders barely covered his pectorals. He went all out with his role playing, because he loved kink.
His large hands controlled her body and when he put them onto her waist, she trembled. "My, what big hands you have."
"Yes, well my dear. They save a lot of lives. I need these big hands to handle BIG things." He said looking at her. She bit her lip in wonderment. He gave a suggestive glance and then proceeded to pull her skirt down her hips slowly. His fingers spread across her skin once her skirt was removed. "May I?" he asked looking at her panties.
"Why, certainly. If you think it is necessary."
"Well, I just need to check you. Make sure you didn't get any other injuries, or cuts."
"Sure, Mr. Firefighter, Sir." They were almost over the top, but it was the role playing they loved to do. Elijah's hands clasped onto Kat's thighs and he moved them towards her inner most part, feeling her muscles clench, he slowly spread her legs open.
He bit his lip. "It seems you may have sustained some bruising on your hips and…" He moves his hands towards her hot center, "Your body seems to be overheated." He checks her pulse. "Your body is over worked. You seem to have an increased heart rate. I think I need to calm you down." He said as her body begins to stir. He's taking too long to touch her she thinks, but she anticipates him all the more.
"Mmm." She bites her lips. His hands move further up until his large fingers meet her hot flesh. "How are you going to help my body to relax?"
"Well, first I am going to play with your pussy. I am going to use my fingers to get you nice and wet Miss. Then when you are wet for me, I am going to put my mouth on you and proceed to calm down the nerves in your body by giving your pussy mouth to pussy resuscitation. And once I have you nice and relaxed, and by relaxed, I actually mean worked up, I'm going to fuck you back to life. I'm going to give you my cock until you can't take it, then fuck you some more."
"Oh… Okay Mr. Firefighter Sir." She bit her lip again and he spread her legs wider and let his fingers do the talking first. The first finger was a good size, but the second finger, he made sure to add slowly. He knew he had to get her ready for his intrusion. But luckily, he still has his mouth to soften the blow but bringing out more of her sweet juices. He worked his fingers a while and he made the face of a man staring at a pussy for the first time, he just loved to watch the juices flow out of her. Every bit of it soaking him to the knuckles. Once he saw her begin to cream, he licked his lips to get ready to taste her. When Elijah's mouth met Kats center, she moaned like a cat in heat. "Uhh, Uhh. Mmhhhmmm."
All she could hear were the slurping sounds of Elijah eating all of her goodness. "Baby, you are delicious. The taste of you makes me hard." He said his accent was what kept making her wetter.
"Oh yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Baby, baby. Please. Oh my gawd. Mr. Firefighter, don't stop. Please. Yes. Yes. Ahhh
"You like that Miss Kitty Kat? You like my tongue inside of you?"
"I love it. I love it, don't stop! Please."
"Don't stop?" He asks, stopping abruptly.
"No, damn you. Don't fucking stop!" She pushed his head back onto her pussy.
"I think you must have me confused with the submissive pussy boy. Do I look like I take orders from anyone?" He says slapping her pussy with his big hand.
"Ooh. Where's my manners? I meant…Please? Don't stop." He slapped it twice more and watched her sizzle in his grasp.
SLAP! SLAP!
"Better baby." He put his mouth on her and proceeded to tongue fuck her. She clutched the cushions of the couch for dear life as Elijah went crazy giving her mouth to pussy resuscitation. Her muscles in her stomach tightened and he felt it as it was approaching, "Oh yes, baby. Let me taste you. Give it to your Keeper. Give me that sweet taste I love so much."
No matter what anyone said about the Dom/Sub lifestyle, Doms always gave their subs utter pleasure, they just liked to control the way it happened. Doms get off, by pleasing at their own accord. The control they have. The controlling the other person's pleasure, is truly where the fun is. Elijah was addicted to the feeling of making Kat believe it was about her, but really, he loved controlling her pleasure down to the orgasm, and the cum spilling from his mouth.
"Now I'm going to fuck you in the ass Miss Kitty. Any questions?"
"No." She said while he flipped her over to her stomach with her knees on the floor and he was on his behind her. HE lathered her entrance a few times with the spit form his mouth, and warmed her up with his thumb. Once it time to put himself inside of her, she crying for his cock to, "Fuck me hard baby." Then he pounded the life back into Miss Kitty, one thrust at a time.
(End Flashback)
Bonnie stared at Kat blankly. "Oh my fucking Gawd. How are you walking today?"
"Why?"
"Your ass?"
"Yeah. Bonnie. Anal sex is amazing. You act like we did anal gaping, which by the way, I would never do. It may be good for some, but it's not my thing."
"What is anal gaping?"
"You don't want to know, but if you do just google it. Anyways, anal sex, isn't as bad as some people think. I mean it takes some getting used to. But once it's in there… I mean… I can't explain it okay. Anal sex is like being fucked for the first time every time."
Bonnie's lips twisted up and she covered her face with her hands. Shaking her head, no.
"Are you telling me, you're not open to it?"
"I don't know. I have never done it. I mean Kol tried a couple of times and it felt confusing. Like, it wasn't supposed to be there, so I made him stop." Kat laughed at her.
"I'm willing to bet Damon probably likes anal. Just saying. I mean, he can't do it if you're against it. But, you can never know if you like it, til you try it. Besides. I thought I'd never like it, but I actually like it more than Elijah."
Bonnie blushed, covering her mouth. "I feel like a sixteen-year-old, talking to my cooler older sister." They both laughed, tipsy on wine.
"College all over again. How did this turn from me giving you advice about Dom/Sub sex, to me talking to you about Elijah and I getting kinky?"
"You know I love the stories. Come on. We have wine and my Dom/Sub contract in hand, and you know I've got The Secretary. On dvd, from way back when. One of our favorite movies."
"Hell yeah. I liked it better than Fifty Shades."
"Elena and Caroline liked Fifty Shades." Bonnie said.
"If you ever talk about that blond bitch in my presence again. I hate her."
"Oops, my bad." Bonnie said laughing.
"She is dead to me. After she fucked my boyfriend, and stole my sister."
"It was your high school boyfriend."
"So, bitch. She broke the code Bon." Kat said swigging the last of the wine in her glass getting tipsy.
"You think Damon is more like Jamie Dornan, or James Spader?" Bonnie asks.
"James Spader for sure." Kat says.
"So basically, if I do this…. I'm dealing with a sadist and I'm fucked?!" She said tossing her head against her large headboard.
"Basically, I'm saying that man will liberate you. Take you places Kol, never could. Have you sprung on the D."
"Shut up. Never that. I could never be sprung on the D."
"Pft. Says the girl who has never had an orgasm from an actual dick." Kat says making fun of her.
"By the way, he came here again today and I had to use all of my will power not to explode in his mouth. I've never felt that kind of head before. He literally made love to my pussy with his mouth. I stopped him. He was so good at it too, but I stopped him."
"You are better than me. I can't control the orgasms. I can't."
"I mean, I used my vibrator when he left, but, girl. It was hard. I don't want Damon thinking I am easy."
"Lord knows you're not. But I wish you were sometimes." Kat said making Bonnie throw a pillow at her.
"Come on, let's go watch the movie, since I have you all night. We'll order take out and drink some more. As soon as I take my Birth Control Pill."
"Hmm. I know what that means."
"Shut up. I've been taking them for three years now. Its habitual."
"Someone plans to get busy soon."
"Someone, is tired of the heart break, of not getting pregnant." Kat reached for her best friend and pulled her in for a hug. "Maybe, Kol, just isn't the man for you to have a baby with."
"It doesn't matter. I've given up my dreams for a family and motherhood. It's all work from now on. THE Review is doing great and I should focus on that baby first."
It broke Bonnie's heart to say it, but it was true. She felt as if fate didn't want her to be a mother, so she gave up on the idea, before it gave up on her. No matter how much it broke her heart.
..oOo..
"Bon, there was a fire upstairs at one of the other offices in the building. For some reasons, the fire alarms didn't go off. So the firemen are up there now and the Fire Marshall is going to conduct an investigation. They are shutting down all business in the building until further notice."
"For the day, or…?"
"Until further notice."
"Ha, all thanks to your kink session with Elijah. We really get hit with a fire." Bonnie laughed.
"Right. I should have had a fuck me I just won the lottery kink session." She said laughing. "But this is bad, and puts us out of the building until further notice. Which hopefully isn't for more than a day or two. That's our business."
"Well, not exactly. I had some software installed when we got our new computer system at home so that I could back up all of our work records there, in case of an emergency like this."
"Okay. Way to think ahead. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought I did. But it's okay I can send you any of your personal files to your email."
"Right on. Okay well, let's clear everyone out so they can leave."
"Oh crap. I left some important paper work in there. I need to get it."
"Why? Go home and enjoy your day Bon."
I had some work to finish."
"Reviews?"
"No. But I just wanted to have it done before the weekend."
"Bonbon. Stop over working yourself. Go home or find something else to do. I am going to meet Elijah for lunch."
"Ugh. Okay. I suppose I can start my afternoon early. Okay girl. I'll see you later then." Bonnie pulls out her phone and decides to text the man whose preposition had been plaguing her thoughts for a couple of days now.
Bon: Lunch today?
Anon: Of course, your call
Bon: We need to talk
Anon: Sure… business or friendly?
Bon: Little of both, just thought we could get acquainted
Anon: Hmm. Okay (He laughed)
Bon: I'm leaving work early if your avail.
Anon: I am available for you anytime, after 12
Bon: Okay. Meet me at the bagel hut on Central
Anon: Really? Bagels…
Bon: I'm going to be hungry
Anon: Meet me at Central and Fifth in two hours
She had two hours to kill, so she interviewed her potential housekeeper. Davina Claire was her name. She had a meeting she had set up with her at the office for later today, but since the fire marshal shut that down, she had to change her plans, and she instead met her at the bagel hut.
"Hello. Thank you for the short notice change of plans agreeing to meet me."
"Oh of course. Bonnie Bennett? I had no idea you were who I was interviewing for." The young girl was overly excited and in awe. "You are more beautiful in person then the posters. They do you no justice."
"Yes. Have we met?"
"Umm, I attend your Alma Mater. I am a business major, but I see your posters everywhere."
"Wow, you go to Marymount University? I'm surprised. It's a small private college. Most girls don't want to attend such a small college."
"Yeah, it is, but when I knew it was an all-girls school, I was instantly intrigued. I had wanted to go there since I was a freshman in high school. I literally look up to you. You and Katarina are always speaking at the school, and I have tried meeting you several times, but they are pretty strict about who they let in the conferences. They only allow seniors to attend."
"What are you a freshman?"
"I am a junior. But I wanted to try your internship when I am a senior, since I know you offer spots once a year to your interns."
"Yeah we do. Unfortunately, the job requires a lot of schmoozing with the city officials and participating in the chamber of commerce. So we do prefer to hire seniors because they are at least twenty-one years of age. However, if you stick around long enough, I'd be glad to put in a good word for you."
"Yeah, of course." She said excitedly. She had forgotten altogether that she was there to do a job Kol hired her for.
"In the meantime, I guess my husband recruited you to do my housekeeping. How do you know Kol?"
"I don't. He's knows my boyfriend."
"Oh okay. Well, why would a girl like you, need a housekeeping job across town, if you are living on campus, I am guessing? I live further away from the school."
"Money. As with anything else. My boyfriend and I want to get our own place."
"Ahh, young love. I remember those days."
"Really? You were in love at my age?"
"I was. Fortunately, I wish I knew then what I know now. Love is hard when you are ambitious."
"Right. Well, Caleb and I are in love and we hate living so far away from one another."
"I get it. I lived on my own for four years before my boyfriend and I moved in together. It was very fun and liberating. Do you live on your own?"
"No, I live in the dorms. Not far from this place. So you like the Bagel hut? I love this place."
"Yeah, girl this place got me through freshman year of college. I actually worked here for like a few months." She laughed.
"You are so down-to-Earth."
"Yeah, I try to be. So the dorms huh? I can't really say I miss that living situation."
"Yeah, Ramen noodles, peanut butter and Jelly and cheese-its." Davina laughed.
"Oh, I did that for a year with my best friend. Actually she and I lived together for two years. One year on campus and one year off, and then I lived alone for two before getting engaged. Anyways, enough reminiscing. So tell me why I should hire you." Davina instantly felt guilty. She didn't want to spy on this woman she admired so much that she had always wanted to meet.
"Honestly, I don't deserve this job. I mean, I am in a work study program, and I do make-up on the side. I just wanted extra cash, I am sure someone else can do this job better than me. I am just honored to have met you."
"Nonsense. I am goin to hire you, for your honesty and your being accepted to Marymount, lets me know you are smart and ambitious, and making it to your junior year, lets me know your work ethic is exceptional. I know Marymount is one of the tougher schools around. Can you start tomorrow?"
Davina become excited with anticipation to work for her mentor, even though she decided against it. "Are you serious?"
"I'm serious."
"Great I will text you the address. Meet me there in casual clothes around 8 am. I won't be at work tomorrow; my building has been closed until further notice. So, I will be at home able to go over my home routine with you."
"Okay, perfect. Thank you so much. You won't regret this." Davina said, shaking her head frantically and leaving abruptly to call her boyfriend and give him the news.
About an hour later Damon texts her back to tell her he will be on his way shortly, it turns out he didn't work too far from her in the city. She had no idea.
..o..o..o..
"So, Caleb, how do I gain access to this surveillance Is it going to be available twenty-four seven?" Kol asked. After a few nights ago, seeing a second text on his wife's phone from Anon, he needed answers.
"Technically it doesn't work that way. What will happen is I got you a top of the line system. Instead of recording so much meaningless footage, it will record the heaviest traffic in the house, based on body heat."
"Alright. How does it work when I need to check it?"
That is the magical part. When you check it, instead of sitting through so much nothingness, it'll record every encounter from start to finish. Picking up the thermal levels in the room. Once it is done it'll store it with a file number. You will open-up your app on your device, and instead of fast forwarding though still footage, or wAtching live footage, you can open any file for every activity recorded."
"Great, so I can check it on my phone when I'm away from the house?"
"For sure."
"Davina starts tomorrow. So I suppose you will be by this week to makes sure it is all working properly?"
"I won't need to do as much work as I thought. No wiring. Have Davina let me in. I can download the file into whichever devices are in your home. Listen, only hook up devices for rooms you know will be used."
"I can do that." Kol said. "But, let me know something… Did you figure out the name of the person my wife has been texting?"
"Not yet. Waiting on my contact to get back to me. I should be able to get you a name when my boy gets back to me."
"Alright mate. I'll be in touch."
"You gonna be down here this weekend again? We are heading to the Lake."
"No. My fucking brother is having something at his house this weekend. So, I'll have to see how that goes first. But I'll have that money in April's account by Friday."
"Alright bro."
Kol hangs up and runs his fingers through his hair. He almost caused himself to sweat, but he won't let Bonnie get the best of him, not if she's trying to leave him. Kol wants to stay ten steps ahead of her. In the meantime, he needed a drink, so he headed back to work for a few more hours before he decided he'd go to meet his brother Nik.
..o..o..o..
When Bonnie gets to Central and Fifth, she finds that it is a small park. She parks her black BMW in a shady area and proceeds to look for Damon. She leaves everything in her car and gets out with her coral colored dress he bought her. It was fitted from top to hips then it was pleated from the hip to the mid-thigh. She wore nude colored heels and her hair was straightened with waves in it and she was giving a flirty Paula Patton vibe. He liked The way she looked, when she thought no one was watching her. He parked across the street for about twenty minutes and just watched her. They were both early. She walked around the sidewalks which were interwoven into the park and just watched her feet the whole time she walked. She looked like a little girl counting her steps.
She's wearing one of the dresses I bought her.
After a homeless man offers to wash her windows for some change, Bonnie walked him back to her car. Damon watched the entire encounter. She opened her car door and sat inside, and proceeded to listen to some music. Once the man was done, Bonnie opened her car door and got out walking around the car looking at her windows. She was laughing and talking to the man all the while. When she got a few giggles out then she handed him money. Damon couldn't see what the Bonnie handed him, but the man picked her up and hugged her. After he left, she got back inside of her car and listened to more music.
It was just after noon and he drove his car across the street and parked next to her. But Bonnie was so enthralled in her music she didn't look for him. He could see her getting into her music in the car and he walked up and knocked on the window, scaring her.
She turned her music down. "Finally. I'm starved and you are late." She said rolling her eyes.
"Ouch. I felt that in my bones." He said as he helped her out.
"So, tell me, I am at a park, and I am hungry. We must be going to a food truck, or a vendor across the street."
"We can. Or… We can have one of the best hot dogs you have ever had. In. Your. Life."
He grabbed her by her hand and she reluctantly held onto his hand as he drug her across the park. Over the bridge of the duck pond and to the shaded area where the park benches were. They stand for a couple of minutes alone. "You look beautiful in this color."
"I suppose that is why you bought it for me. Why did you buy me a lot of 'None' Black clothing?"
"Every time I saw you, you wore black, grey, white or navy blue."
"So. I love those colors."
"Number one, those colors are so business stiff. I wanted you to loosen up. Number two, they don't allow your eyes to stand out. This… this makes your green eyes look so, bright and beautiful."
"Wow. Are you flirting with my Damon?" She scrunched her nose up at him. Blushing.
"I am doing what comes natural between you and I. I am just talking to you and saying what I feel."
"Well, I must say, it's been years since I have been flirted with. Sometimes I'm not sure what to say or do."
"Don't do anything that doesn't feel natural." He told her. So she grabbed his hand, opened his palm, and put her hand inside of his to see the difference in their fingers sizes.
"Wow, you have kind of long fingers." He said.
"I know. I always have the longest fingers of everyone I know. So I have always refused to date a man with shorter fingers than me."
"Are they longer than mine?"
"Not quite, but maybe the same length." She laughs.
"Actually, my hands are bigger than yours. So technically, I might still have a shot?" He asked sarcastically. She lets his hand go and he grabs her hand again and pulls her to him. He wraps one arm around her waist and his face is directly above her head. She looks up and he smiled.
"You wish." She said glancing beyond his shoulder acting as if he wasn't even in talks of having a shot.
"You are till shorter than me with your heels on."
"It's okay. What I lack in size, I make up in attitude." She said laughing.
"You are absolutely right about the attitude. As far as size goes… I don't lack in size, so…" She said to her causing her to run her tongue across her teeth and shook her head blushing. Then she bit her lip. As signature as she made that move, it drove him crazy every time.
"Voglio baciarti."
"You speak Italian? What does that mean?"
"I can't tell you or I will have to kill you." They get caught in one of their penetrative gazes again. Until they hear the little bells of the hot dog man coming up the side walk. They were broken out of their trance. "Come on, let's get that hot dog now." He pulled his lips away from her ear and walked her hand and hand to the hot dog cart. She was hesitant, but his hand-holding gave her some security.
When they got their hot dot dogs Bonnie's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Holy Fuhhh…fudge packer!" She switched it up quick. "This is so damn good."
"I told you." He said eating with her.
"I mean, who ever thought to add sautéed bell peppers, onions, and bacon on hot dogs?"
"How did you live here, go to college here, now work here, and you've never had one of these hot dogs?"
"Honest truth. I am afraid of where hot dog meat comes from. Think about it, what kind of meat consistency is a hot dog? It's really just, mushed together, and processed and it freaks me the fuhh… freak out." He looked at how she kept refraining from using the F word.
He smiled. Watching her slowly do things differently, knowing he had an influence on her, was making him hard on the spot. His dominant behavior was so embedded inside of him that the smallest submissive things she did, pleased him. Even if it was a compromise, it was in his favor. He hated hearing her say the F word in regular conversation. He watched this little woman, with a big attitude finish her hot dog like she hadn't eaten in weeks. Then put his hand gently on her lower back and walked her to the bridge after they finished their dogs and surprisingly shared a lemonade.
"Why did you buy those hot dog buns if you are not going to eat them?"
"Because we are going to feed the ducks, my dear."
He gave her a bun and they began breaking the bread up and feeding the ducks from the bridge.
"So, you come here and do this often?" She asked.
"No. I never have time. But, when I do, I come for the hot dogs." He smiled and tossed the last remaining bread out to the pigeons that were beginning to invade the duck territory.
When the pigeons started to crowd Bonnie she freaked out and tripped after one of her heels got stuck in the open space of the wooden bridge. Damon laughed at her after she fell and tried hard to contain it, but she just sat there rolling her eyes at him.
"I like how I always seem to keep amusing you." She said with an attitude.
"You should like it. People don't make me laugh. Let alone women. No offense. You seem to make me laugh hard." He reached out for her and stood her up. Her heel was still stuck and he took her shoe off. Her ankle was slightly soar. So he carried her to his car.
"You don't have to carry me."
"I do." He stood her beside the door and turned her around and began dusting the dirt off of her behind. Then he opened his car door and sat her inside. "Put your seatbelt on." He went to the driver side got in and pulled out of the parking space.
"Where are we going?"
"Just a drive. As you said, you wanted to get better acquainted, right?"
I mean, if we are going to enter into this contractual commitment, I think we should definitely get to know each other a little bit today, don't you?"
"I have never given a client the opportunity to get too close to me, emotionally."
"Well, I am not your average client." She smirked, garnering a smirk from him.
"You are something else, Ms. Bennett." Her stare towards him trailed off to watch as the city disappeared into the review.
"So, since we are getting acquainted, I was thinking about something you said, about how music says a lot about your moods. I decided to give some of your music a try. You said R&B and Neo soul, so I just thought I'd spend a couple of weeks listening to some different stuff."
"Oh yeah? You did this for me?"
"I did this to get an idea of what it is you like, and to see if I could find any relatability in it."
"And what did you find?"
"90's R&B is really good. I mean, I like some of the newer stuff, but something about the 90's was just… Some songs felt incredibly touching. Can I play a couple I liked for you?"
"I'd actually love that. I love 90's R&B."
"Really? Good. Okay. Well, go onto my phone please. The code is 1466.
He gave me his code, but I'm not goi to look too deeply into that.
He played the first song. Shai, If I ever Fall in Love.
I knew right then you were the one
But I was caught up
In physical attraction
But to my satisfaction
Baby you were more than just a phase
And if I ever (ever fall) in love again
I will be sure that the lady is a friend
And if I ever (ever fall) in love so true
I will be sure that the lady's just like you
Bonnie listened to the songs he had played. She was really surprised. They were all really deep love songs. She wondered how many hours he sent listening to her kind of music just to see what she was all about. The Shai song made her think a little bit more deeply about what it was they were engaging in. He was playing a dangerous game with Bonnie. He was pulling her so far into his gravity, she could no longer tell the difference between fantasy and reality. Every song he played hit her in her soul. Especially when he played Joe, I wanna know.
I want to know what turns you on
I'd like to know (So I can be all that and more)
I'd like to know (I'd like to know what makes you cry)
So I can be the one who always makes you smile
Girl he never understood what you were worth, hm no
And he never took the time to make it work
(You deserve more loving, girl)
Baby I'm the kind of man who shows concern, yes I do, oh
Anyway that I can please you let me learn
So I wanna know
But it wasn't until he played Jon B's Pretty Girl that made her feel some type of way towards him. Every word of the song penetrated her body with the lyrics while they made love to her as if they were Damon's body on top of hers. She was quiet, and he watched her as she fidgeted in the seat trying to contain her bodies sudden desires for him.
Your lips, your smile, your tenderness, ooh baby
The way you walk, I can't resist your style
When I sleep at night, I dream of you, ooh baby
I wake up wet, thinking of you, ooh baby
How can a man like me
Convince a girl like you
To be his lover and one and only
How can I make you see
That I'm the one for you
And nobody does it like me
oOo Damon's POV oOo
I watched Bonnie rub her hands through her loose and wavy hair as she sat uncomfortably. I get the sense that she just wanted to get through this song without trying to come undone. Her lips were being mauled as she chewed them from the inside and I watched her stir in my passenger seat. I watched her, because I wanted every song I played to affect her in a way she had to think about what it meant to me to listen to her music and pick those songs for her to listen to. The Jon B song had a particular effect on her. The more she listened to the lyrics the more she seemed to be unravelling. That's good, I wanted every single one of the words to these songs to mean something to her. Her husband doesn't listen to her music. He doesn't try to understand what it means to keep a woman like Bonnie happy. Just listening to some of her music, made me see the deep way she wanted to be penetrated, mentally, physically, and emotionally. This particular song, was speaking for me and she was picking up what I was putting down. I could feel it in her soul, because I was touching her soul in these moments, and she loved it.
There's a candle that's burning in my heart tonight
And the flame is full of my desire
And I can't help but desire you in my bed tonight
And I'll touch you in the places
Where no one's been before
And I'll kiss you in the places
Where men sometimes ignore
And I'll take you to a level
You've never felt before
And though you won't understand it
You'll cry and ask for more
Bonnie had begun chewing on her fingers and looking out of the window in nervousness. Damon was doing things to her without doing a got damned thing at all but playing music. After Damon drove an hour or so they were at the beach. Before they got out of the car, a relieved Bonnie asked, "Why are we here?"
"I felt bad for laughing at you when you fell. So I am going to make it up to you."
"Okay, how?"
"Just wait."
He got out and walked to her side and opened her door and helped her out. He took his own shoes off so she wouldn't be barefoot alone. Then he grabbed her hand and walked her to the sand. "I'm not getting in the Pacific Ocean."
"That's fine party pooper."
Once they got midway through the sand he let her hand go and ran to the water. With all of his clothes on. Then he turned to face her and let himself fall backwards under the water. Bonnie laughed. She laughed hard. He brought out a light-hearted side of her. Suddenly she didn't feel so uptight. She was able to let go, and feel happy.
Where was the dark man she met months ago? The pretentious asshole who thought he was God's gift to women? He was a façade. He was the shell that she as cracking open. Inside of that shell he was this really good man, with a really patient mind. She walked to the water as he drug his feet through the water towards her.
"You're just wet. I actually ruined this dress."
"Nothing I can't replace." He said stalking her with his wet body.
"Damon, don't. Stop. Stop. Please. DAMON! I hate you." She backed away from him as he grabbed her and gave her a full body hug.
"Yeah, you hate me?"
"I do." She said looking at her damp body. He picked her up and ran her back towards the water. "Stop. Damon. Don't. My hair. Stop it." He laughed at hearing the myth be brought to life about black women and their hair.
"Is this a black thing?" He asked seriously putting her down and looking at her hair.
"It most definitely is a natural hair thing, any woman with naturally curly or textured hair." She said.
"What is the big deal?"
"Do you know how long it took me to straighten my hair?"
"Who cares?" He said.
"If you've never dated a black woman, or a woman with natural hair like mine, I guess you wouldn't get it."
"So if I dunked you in that water… would you hate me? Punch me? Slap me?"
"I would be pissed."
"I can deal with that." He said and threw her back over his shoulders and ran to the water.
"No. No. No. No! Damon, Please. I will hate you, and punch you." She said. "Don't do it, I swear to-" They were in the water within seconds.
When he came up he was still holding her and he dropped her from his shoulder to a bridal style cradle.
She looked at him with such anger it just made him smile at her. She didn't say any words. He walked back to the shore with her and stood her up and she noticed the sun was setting behind him. He looked into her eyes. "How did I get so lucky? I get to see the sun set in your green eyes, and watch your natural hair go from straight to big. Geez, Lucky me." He smirked sarcastically.
"I should kick your ass."
She pushed him and they stumbled on to the shore line, as her body fell on top of his. She began beating him up in her own way and he just tried containing her hands as they were mauling him. He laughed at her and she bit back her restraint at attempting to humor him with any sort of a smile.
Their playing became rougher and he got noticeably more turned on by her. He turned her onto her back and straddled her. "I like your big hair."
"Now you are getting sand in it. This calls for your death. I am so serious."
She tried sitting up, but he pinned her arms down. She wiggled and arched her back trying to over throw his body. She figured a way to turn him over and she was on top of him. He smiled. "This is actually a good position." He said. She snarled and got up from him and he pulled her back to him with her back against him. "Sorry, okay. Just wanted to show you a fun day. You seem so tense all of the time. I thought, that if I could make you laugh, you'd loosen up."
She turned her body to him and smiled. "I suppose your intentions were good."
"Always." He grinned sweetly.
"You know, you are really romantic and sweet. When you want to be."
He pulled her face to his and they sat in a heated gaze. Damon wanting to kiss Bonnie, and Bonnie biting her lip waiting for him to kiss her. He fought himself. He really fought himself not to feel her lips the way he did those ago. When she realized he wouldn't kiss her, she reached her lips to his and he backed his face away from her. But she reached again and pulled his lips between her teeth. She nibbled his lip and sucked it. Giving him some sort of intimacy, without taking away all rights to his lips, which she wanted. Her teeth gently tugged and stretched his lips.
Damon let her play with his lips without stopping her and he held her as they sat in the sand. Fingertips caressing her body gently. He pulled back and she nibbled her own lip, making him want to kiss her still.
"Stop it." He said.
"No." She moaned, as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her head fell back, while her lips remained in suffocation of her mouth.
"Yes." He shook her to look at him.
"Does it bother you, when I'm right in front of you waiting for you to kiss me and you can't bring your pride to let you do it. Huh? Does Sugar make you want to break your rule? Do you kiss her on the mouth?" While her eyes found a home staring directly into his, she began grinding her hips into his and he was sitting there dumb founded. She felt his large erection poke her center as she rolled her hips and she got incredibly wet. She pulled a Damon. She started tempting him, the way he always tempted her. She started asking what it was about Andie, the way he asked what it was about Kol. Then she decided he could lose a few shirt buttons as she had lost in the past when he was relentlessly trying to touch her. She pulled his shirt open, and for the first time she was exposed to his chest, and his abs. She looked at him unabashedly and kept biting her lips. Driving him crazy.
"Stop moving like that on top of me, and stop biting your lip." He demanded. He got hard within seconds of her grinding on him and his cock was throbbing to be inside of her. He wasn't used to a woman trying to control their interaction.
"No. I won't."
"Yes, You will."
"Does Sugar stop every time you tell her to?"
"Stop talking about her."
"Well, does she do it for you the way I do?" She asked digging herself more deeply into him.
"No." He said, unashamed. Bonnie pulled her face to his again and they were nose to nose and he was staring into her eyes while she continued grinding on his lap.
"Do you fuck her and think of me?"
"Yes." He was so unashamed.
"How often, Damon?" She said feeling his erection. He groaned trying to contain himself with her.
"Every time."
She stopped and looked at him shocked. Then she reached her hands behind his scalp and ran her fingers through his hair from the back and snapped his neck back. She places her tongue onto his neck and ran circles over his Adams apple and the sides of his neck the way he did to her neck. She started sucking his neck like he was a lollipop, and he was at her mercy. He felt the hot, dampness from her center as she straddled him.
"Have you ever called out my name when you fuck her?" she asked before she nibbled on his ear.
"Stop it." He said to her angrily. Grabbing her wrists with fury. Who was he to tell her, that he made Sugar pretend to be Bonnie once or twice? He just had too much pride to admit that.
"Oh no, we don't stop on your accord. Who do you think you are? My Master?" She sassed.
That was the point he had to stop her from trying to control him. He roughly turned her over and spread her legs placing himself between them.
"You are being a testy Schiavetto." He said.
"Is Sugar a good little Schiavetto, Huh? Does she always do as she is told?"
"She does everything I tell her too, but she is not my Schiavetto. She is a client and she is just my pet."
"So there is a difference between she and I, in your mind?" He pinned her arms above her head and let his other hand free roam her body. Namely her thighs were being squeezed to erotic damnation and his fingers were following the curve of her ass and making themselves comfortable pillaging her with such rough aggression.
"Yes. You two are very different I am coming to discover. You are going to be a bratty-sub, I can feel it in my bones. You are a Sas. You want to challenge me. I can let you slide from time to time, because it kind of turns me on, but there is never going to be a mistake about who will be the one who calls the shots between you and I."
"I think the difference between she and I, is I challenge your masculinity, and she allows you to be the big bad Dom without hesitation. But with me, mentally, you aren't sure who's in charge, are you?" She could very well be right, and he wasn't going to show any shift in gears if it was even a fear of his to begin with. She would never see him falter. He became increasingly more aggressive as he spoke against her challenge.
"Is this what you want Schiavetto? You want me to FUCK you on this beach? I can rip these panties off, and you are wearing a dress, so it's easy access. You want it huh? Schiavetto? You want to see what it is, I can do to you?" He asked through gritted teeth, and a hunger so strong for her she could feel it. His hand held her throat gently, while the other grabbed for her wrists. "Would you liked to be choked, and spanked, right here Schiavetto? Or should I finger fuck you again, huh? So you can cum all over my fingers? You like when I'm vile and vulgar like this Schiavetto?"
"Mmmm." She moaned into his ear. Then she whispered. "Si Maestro."
He stared at her unamused. His dick twitched, because she even used the correct enunciation, and the way her tongue slightly rolled, and her lips became pouty, he was about to take her on the beach. "Are you screwing with me Bonnie?"
She looked at him and said nothing, because she was in thorough confusion. They were in a moment where she felt ready to submit to him, and he was so used to her denying him, that he thought she was joking. "Is this a joke to you?"
"No. It's not. Why would you ask me that?"
"You are trying to dominate me. You are trying to get inside of my head?"
"No." She said as he got up and straightened himself out. "Damon, what the hell is happening right now?"
"Look, you've got my dick hard in the middle of the beach. I am about ready to hit it raw, and fuck you until you can't take it, and you are suddenly okay with it?"
"We were in a moment, having a good day. One of the best days I have had in years and, you surprised me. You were being romantic, and fun, and spontaneous, playing me the music, and the duck feeding. Carrying me to and from the car. I am not used to this kind of thing. I am sorry. I misread that, like I do everything else."
"No, you didn't read it wrong. Tonight wouldn't have been what I wanted for you and I for the first time." Damon couldn't let it happen this way. Not the first time. No matter how beautiful she was and how amazing it could have been, he wanted to be in complete control the first time. Not off of the cusp of her thinking she could control him. "Today wasn't about sex. It was just about me connecting to you. I wanted to see what our connection was."
"Was your conclusion, that I am too challenging?"
"Hell no. You could never be too big of a challenge to me. I just didn't realize..." He stopped himself, she's was bringing some feelings out of him that made hi question himself. "I need to take you home. It's dark and-"
"Oh crap. My marriage counseling started and I am not there. There is probably so many missed calls on my phone. I am a wreck and he's going to know something."
Without any words they both ran to the car. They were silent for all of ten minutes before she spoke.
"He called my phone several times, but left no text. I wonder if I should call him."
"No. Let your battery drain and die. He can't be mad at that. I will take you to get some clothes and…"
"And my hair? No. I can't keep lying." She picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello?"
"Bonnie Darling. It is Elijah."
"Why do you have Kol's phone?"
"I came to visit my brother Nikklaus and Kol was here pretty inebriated. I decided to call you and let you know I am bringing him home, myself. He will not make it to counseling today, as he is heavily intoxicated. He will need you to help take care of him tonight."
"Why was my alcoholic husband, drinking?" She asked angrily.
"I do not know, he was this way upon my arrival Bonnie dear."
"Okay. Elijah, I won't be home for a couple of hours, so…"
"No worries. He will be asleep when you arrive. Trust me. My guess is he'll be committing at some point, I just hope he doesn't asphyxiate, since he's that wasted." Bonnie was so annoyed her day turned into a take care of Kol fest. Again.
"Okay, bye." She hung up.
"So that's it, huh? Drunk bastard."
"I guess I will have to go home and take care of my alcoholic husband. It never ends."
"It does. You said you were ending it the day after the party."
"Yeah. I suppose I did. You know, he won't have anyone to take care of him. He is, pretty self-destructive at times and I'd hate to see him crash and burn."
"He made his bed, so let him lie in it Bonnie."
She just looked at him and didn't say anything. His phone buzzed and Bonnie saw it light up.
"Who is texting you?" She asked casually. He thought it was strange of her to be asking.
"I don't know. I haven't looked at it." He aid giving her a crooked glance.
She bit the inside of her lip dying to check it.
What has gotten into me? I shouldn't even care?
"I'm sure it's no one important." He said. Then it buzzed again. She looked at it.
"Sugar. I thought that she doesn't contact you, you contact her?"
"Umm, I am supposed to meet her tonight. I totally forgot. I got caught up."
"Caught up? Is that what happened? We were just caught up?"
"You know it was an accident that we just let the day get away from us. I don't regret it at all. We just lost track of time." She took a step back from her emotions and turned a little cold.
"Yeah. I guess. Listen, about the contract… I'm not sure it's-'
"Don't do that. Don't base a decision off of what you just saw, which was Andie texting me, to change your mind. You and I are technically not bound to one another, right now and-"
"Then what is all of that talk about making sure I sleep alone at night, and telling me not to let Kol try anything?"
"He an asshole Bonnie. I didn't think that was a question. He treated you badly. Andie hasn't treated me badly."
"She uses you for you for sex. She uses you for her own self-interest."
"Don't we all use someone?"
"No. I don't use you for your body. Hell, we haven't had sex."
"You use me to give you, what he won't."
"Really? What is that Damon?"
"Friendship, fire, desire, stimulating conversation, as of today, a little romance."
"How dare you take it there. If that is the case, Damon Salvatore…You use me for what she clearly is unable to give you."
"Which is?"
"Substance, intellectual penetration, passion, a heart and a fucking soul."
"Sheesh, watch your mouth!" He said. Then he noted something she said.
"Oh shut up!"
"You've given me your heart Bonnie?"
She had to think about what she said. She was getting in over her head with Damon Salvatore. This man was awakening a burning within her that she hadn't felt in years and if she wasn't careful she was going to start developing feelings for him, deeper than she intended. It wasn't just sexual either. He was offering her all of what Kol hadn't. She felt like she was betraying herself, desiring him the way she did.
"I've given you parts of me my husband sure doesn't have." He looked at her and back at the road. She was afraid to think about how she felt for Damon. Damon scared her. He made her feel things she hadn't felt for a man in so long, she wasn't sure if she was infatuated with him, or falling for him. Did he have her heart? She didn't want to think about it. She still had one problem to get rid of. An alcoholic, sex addicted husband, who was hell bent on never letting her go.
"Do you think you feel anything for me, Bonnie?"
"We aren't having this conversation, Damon."
"Why? I deserve an answer. You called me Maestro back there and the last two times I have called you Schiavetto, you haven't corrected me."
"The names grew on me. To be honest, I get it now. It's all about role playing. Before when you mentioned those names I was totally offended. But then Kat told me this story about how she and Elijah role play, and how much they get into it, and it dawned on me that it is about escaping the reality, and just taking these roles, and making them what you want them to be. Turning them into a fantasy. They are what we make them. It stuck with me, and suddenly the nicknames didn't bother me anymore. Besides the names are commonly used within the BDSM community, I think I was just offended because I wasn't opened to the idea of a dom/sub situation back then."
"And now you are?"
"Now, I am open to a lot of things." She said looking everywhere but at him as he drove.
"So Schiavetto doesn't bother you at all?"
"No. I was being a little uptight. Like I always am. I finally feel like I am discovering myself, Damon. I can thank you for helping me begin to free myself of the confines of my own mental uneasiness."
She hit him hard with that, and he wasn't expecting it. "So what do those names mean to you now Sweet Pea? I mean, I said we can have our own connotation of those words."
"It means to me, that a man, (you), wants to take that role as the Maestro, to make it your fantasy, to control the woman, (me), and I would allow you to, in this fantasy, because in reality, it would never happen."
He laughed feeling challenged by her, but he took it, because chances were, Bonnie was a very hard woman to control, which is what he was learning. "Wow. Okay. You are such an Alpha-sub."
"And to extend on that, the reason I am okay with it, is because… I like when you try to control me. Something about it, frees me mentally from my own every day stresses and struggles. Your control would give me a break, from every controlling moment of my life. If it makes sense. Your, pulling me into this world that gives me a life I thought I lost."
"Anything for you Sweet Pea." He said smiling. He didn't wake up today thinking he was going to get this from her. He didn't wake up toady and feel any sense of control when it came to her. If anything, he knew she controlled a lot, when it came to their friendship. No matter how much of a dominant he wanted to be.
"So I have really been doing a little bit of research, since you left the contract at my house. There are differences between Dominants and Masters. Also there are different types of Dominants, and you are one of the more, established Doms?"
"This is true."
"What makes you different from a Master?"
"Well, a master is just, a type of Domination. It's almost like the ultimate. Masters want complete control in everyday life. They can even go as far as to collar their submissives. Not all but some. The only difference, is I have never brought someone into my home. I have only participated in doing this as a job, never as a primary lifestyle. You will be my first."
"I See. Why collars?"
"Collars are a form of a very intense connections. The outside world sees it as a negative thing. But the couples that participate in that, take it as a bond. In some circles it's looked at as marriage. They can be worn every day or they can be worn only during play. I have never been the type of man to put anything around a woman's neck except my hands." He said and smiled guilty. "Also, I am not a Master. They lead an RL dominate lifestyle."
"RL?"
"Real life, primary, daily, way of life."
"I am an SL, which is a Secondary lifestyle. The reason for this is because I have never brought a woman into my home. Elijah is an RL, as he and Kat cohabitate all of the time."
"I see. So if I agree to this, I will be in your home every weekend."
"This is true."
"Does this change you from an SL to an RL?"
"In a way. I guess you could say I am getting my feet wet if I ever desire an RL role."
"How is this going to pan out for the two of us if we are in a business contract?"
"I guess we will learn this together, because it will be new for me as well."
"Why are you trusting yourself to try this with me?"
"I wouldn't rather try it with anyone else. I think you are the key to this whole process that I have feared for so long."
"Why did you fear this?"
"Because I have never desired for such closeness from a woman until I met you." He spoke seriously. Damon was almost never afraid to be a hundred percent honest with her. She needed to break the monotony of the personal tone he was taking.
"So, as I said, I am okay with the nicknames, because they grew on me, but I am not down for wearing a collar and a leash in public places."
"I would never do that to you."
"Good. It may be what some like, but it is not my style. I just want this to be purely sexual and nothing else. IF, I even agree to this."
"I respect that."
"What does this do for you, if I agree to this? What type of Dom do you become?"
"Specifically?"
"Yes."
"I become a Master of my household, for three days, and you become my submissive slave. I will be an RL top Dom and you will be a RL bottom Alpha-sub. Just for those three days. Then you will go home Monday through Thursday and live whatever life you want to."
"An Alpha-sub is…?"
"A controversial role in this lifestyle. It's a sub who dominates in all aspects of their life outside of their relationship with their Dom. Meaning, you give me utter control of us. But anything outside of us, is in your control."
"So you won't be an SL, since our cohabitation will only be a partial week?"
"No, because we will be exclusive. Meaning no more Sugar, and no more of him." Bonnie looked at his disdain for Kol and shrugged it off in humor.
"I see. So, how long do these titles last?"
"If you and I were in a domesticated partnership, things would change drastically."
"Why is that?"
"Because, if you decided, or if I decided we wanted to ever peruse something deeper than a sexual relationship, we change our negotiations and we live an RL lifestyle, however, everything is subject to change. For example, today, if you sign the contract, you are relinquishing all sexual rights to me. I would have no other control over anything else in your life. It's just weekend role playing. But a domesticated partnership involves a lot more specifications. To which we lead a regular life. We could make the rules whatever we wanted to." He rested his hand onto her thigh and rubbed his thumb into circles softly on her skin. He was being gentle and vulnerable.
"As I was saying, I think I would be okay with you being in control. In fact, it gives me some relief, and something to look forward to right now. I can't believe I have allowed you to just come into my life and be this force of nature that, make me want to try things, I have never been willing to try." Her words gave him a strong sense of satisfaction. She changed the subject without warning. "Today was great Damon. Thanks for making me feel a freedom I haven't felt in a long time. I felt like a kid during some moments, I felt like a red-blooded woman at other moments, and all the while, I was happy. Thank you."
His phone rang this time instead of buzzed. He didn't answer it until she called a third time.
"Hello?" He said calmly. "Yes. I apologize. I have been handling business. Don't ever call me on my phone again. You have waited this long, just wait a little longer." He angered Bonnie by answering the phone. But Andie paid him and he was under contract as she was. He hung up on her.
When he hung the phone up and she shook her head at him. "Business? Well it's good to know I could open up to you and be honest about things and you can answer that phone call and refer to me as business."
"What was I supposed to say? She pays me. We are under contract. I am exclusive with her."
"So how the hell can you possibly partake in a contract with me, if you are exclusive to her?"
"She is a client. You are not a client."
"What is the difference?"
"You and I are not negotiating prices and finances."
"Well, maybe we should. I mean, after all I am just business."
"No, you aren't. I had to get her off the phone."
"Damon, if I am not business and she is, then what exactly am I going to be to you, if I participate?"
He looked at her without an answer. "I don't know."
"Don't worry, I can answer that for you. We will be business. Thanks Mr. Salvatore. It is better I know now, then later."
"Really, are we doing this?" He asked then he looked at her seriously for a moment. "Wait a minute, are you jealous, of Sugar?"
"For real? She is nobody in my world. Maybe she exists to you, but to me… she is a nobody." She said trying to convince herself.
"Is that so? Every time my phone makes a noise you fidget."
"Don't act like you can read me so well. I don't give a damn who calls you and when they call you okay? Screw you and your thinking you know me so well." He pulls up to her car at the park and she glares at him something murderous and opens her car door, before he can get out and get to her side of the car quick enough to open it for her. "Thanks for the ride Mr. Salvatore!" She said with an attitude.
"Anytime, Ms. Bennett. Or is it Mikaelson today? Sometimes you just can't decide." They were bickering and being petty with each other. They were starting to feel feelings for each other that was making them think and act irrationally. They were developing such a close intimacy; they couldn't control how quickly it was forcing them to care about each other. Instead of processing their feelings, they began to push each other's buttons. Sure it wasn't smart by any means on their parts, but it would prove to make an interesting Dominant-submissive relationship.
She shook her head. "About the contract, I haven't made up my mind yet."
"Are you serious? You are mad at me, because I have sugar. You have him!" He said angrily.
"Yeah, I mean, what is this? It's getting a little too serious for me. You just, think you know me and what I want. Go to hell." She said walking away from the man with the killer blue eyes and the magnetic sex appeal. He snatched her body back to him and pushed her against his car.
"I know exactly what you want. You just hate to admit that you want more than you are making yourself believe."
"What the hell do you think I want from you Damon?"
"As much as you know I am capable of giving you."
"You sure about that? I don't want to bruise your ego, but let's be honest, when it comes to you, I don't want any hard feelings. Just hard sex."
"Is that all you want, Bonnie? From me? Because I can be a cold son-of-a-bitch, if that is what you want."
"I do. I just want the fantasy, not the mental stress."
"Why can't you just admit today we had a good day? You felt something and so did I. Then the second you felt threatened, by Andie you just couldn't handle it. The second you realized I know you better than you think I do, you got scared and ran for the hills. Because for some reason it is just so bad that maybe we have a deeper connection than just sex Bonnie!"
"Damon, I can't take you seriously when you refer to me as business. Something I specifically told you bothered me. Even if all we are is business, make it personal for me. Don't make me feel like I'm your distraction, or like me and Fucking Sugar are the same."
"A distraction, is that what you thought today was for me? I had a great day with you Bonnie. I don't regret anything about today. Except the way you are acting right now." Bonnie couldn't bring herself to fall for Damon because of her marriage. She felt wrong and confused that he was allowing him to be something she thought she would never find again. She feared someone abusing her heart the way Kol did, and he didn't even know how to act or return her affections. He had no idea how relationships worked outside of business the two of them were working against each other and not on purpose either.
She became cold in an instant. "We can discuss negotiations next week, okay?"
"Bonnie?" He stood firmly but disheartened.
"It's a contract. Right? I expect you to do your job. I expect you to be the man you are with the other women."
"No you don't."
"I do, Damon. Make me forget about all for the shit that I am sick of remembering. Make me forget, the same way you make them forget. Then we can discuss money as well. I'd rather be your client, than your booty call." He locked and ticked his jaw at her. "Damon, I was very adamant about how I needed things to be undefined, because as I said, I have nothing to give. Every time we hang out, you bring something out of me that I have never felt. If I let you get close you will just hurt me. So I just need to keep you at arms distance."
"How could I hurt you, I wouldn't do that to you."
"But you did. When you made me feel like a client. So I may as well be a client."
"What do you want from me Bonnie. Tell me, I'll give you what you want."
"Just be a cold son-of-bitch. So I won't get my hopes up."
He pressed his body against hers roughly. "You want a cold son-of-a-bitch?" She's was wearing him thin.
"Precisely."
"You sure?" He asked lifting her dress in the dimly lit parking lot of the park.
"What are you doing?" She said as he handled her aggressively.
"Giving you what you want. A cold son-of-a-bitch." He unbuckled his pants and ravaged her neck. Lifting one of her legs. Damon massaged the highest part of her thigh with vigor and hunger. Bonnie threw her head back onto the car and tried to not to let his hunger awaken the hunger within her own being but as he mauled her neck, she began to moan and she felt his hand slip under her panties. He was awakening her again. He was bringing her to life and part of her just wanted him to do her right there, and the other part of her wanted to be strong, but his will was relentless. As Damon roughly turned her body to where her chest was pressed against the car, he motioned to pull her panties down and insert himself inside of her and when he felt her hunger for him at its peak, her breathing heavy, her body temperature rising, her pulse quickening, he backed away from her, buttoned his pants and turned her around to face him.
"What the?" She was breathing heavy and her mouth was agape because she was out of breath, and breathing in the atmosphere at this point and not his body heat.
"You should probably get home, your husband needs you and I have a meeting." She was speechless and not in a good way. "There's the cold son-of-a-bitch you wanted!" He said with an icy heart and an icy glare. Bonnie hands began to shake something ferocious, as he had her nerves worked up then the jitters got the best of her, but she wouldn't let him have the last word.
SLAP!
The sound her hand made across his face echoed throughout the empty parking lot.
"Go fuck yourself Damon Salvatore! Better yet," She laughed sarcastically, "Why don't you go FUCK her and think of me!"
"OH REALLY?"
"REALLY!" She snatched her door open.
"OH, HA. OKAY BONBON! I'll see you on Saturday then!" He was angry but confused, because he couldn't just lose her for good.
"Yea. Saturday!" She yelled back getting inside of her car.
"Fine."
"Fine." She slammed her car door shut, and sped off without glance backwards.
I just wanted to add development so that they could become something unexpected to one another. So that they have to address the feelings before contract negotiations. Can they keep it together for Kat's party? How will contract negotiation go? Should bonnie and Damon keep it strictly business or should they delve into something deeper? I really hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Bratty-Sub - Defiant submissive
SAS-Sub - Smart ass Submissive - talks back, tries to control certain situations
