Chapter 9
A/N: Okay, EXTREMELY sorry that I haven't updated in like…a LONG time, but I rather had some major writer's block and I've been working on some other stories. There are probably only going to be a few more chapters in this story because I already have the ending figured out, I just have to write up to that point, so I hope you like it!
…If you even read it. Lol
"Damon!" Elena cried, throwing her head back as he fucked her against the shower wall. "Harder!"
Something didn't feel right to Damon, but he tried to give her what she wanted. He began thrusting forcefully into her, seeing her face twist into expressions of pleasure, listening to her cries, and feeling her nails on his back.
Elena's thighs tightened around his waist and she came, letting him release inside of her at last.
Breathing heavily, she slid away from him and began to wash herself. He looked at her in confusion. This wasn't like her. Then it hit him. As he watched her rinse her hair, he realized she'd given up. Given up on trying to get him to feel and given up on him completely. The pain that hit him was almost too great to handle. She gave up.
He understood. Maybe it wasn't about her trying to love him anymore. Now she was…using him. If they couldn't be together emotionally, she was going to give him a good fuck to ease whatever pain is left.
He narrowed his eyes at the back of her head.
Two could play at that game. He thought to himself. And something told him that he'd be a hell of a lot better at playing than Elena Gilbert.
When Jeremy finally opened his eyes again, he heard someone giggling.
"Hello?" He called, but no one answered.
He was in a bedroom. He turned his head quickly to a voice outside the door and winced. On the wall about 3 feet from the foot of the bed there was a large mirror and he stared at his reflection. There was a bite mark on his neck.
He immediately started to stand, but then realized his wrists were tied to the headboard.
Who did this to him? His memory was still a little fuzzy. Was it Tyler getting revenge for watching Damon kill Mason? It didn't look like a wolf bite, though – it looked like a vampire bite, and he knew. He'd let Anna feed on him when they would have sex.
He seriously doubted Stefan was capable of this, so was it Damon? Jeremy had a feeling Damon was into kinky shit like this.
"Thank you, Mrs. Flowers." He heard a female voice behind the door. So he wasn't in a hotel, he was in Mrs. Flowers' Boarding House. The door opened and Elena walked in.
No, not Elena.
"You're Katherine." He stated.
"My, my, you're a quick learner." She grinned, closing the door.
"Why…why did you tie me up?" He was on the verge of passing out again from the blood-loss.
Katherine shrugged, leaning up against the wall. "Boredom. I needed a pet and you seemed like a good candidate."
"Pet?"
"A plaything of mine."
"I'm not…I'm…" Jeremy began to close his eyes.
"Oh, no you don't." Katherine suddenly shoved her slit wrist into his mouth and he immediately began drinking from her.
As he became steadier, he began sucking more forcefully. Katherine moaned and let her head fall back. "I can see why Annabelle was so fond of you," She breathed.
Jeremy opened his eyes and watched Katherine's face as he drank and felt himself get hard. He drank more forcefully as he watched her parted lips, down her flawless skin to the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She was wearing a tight black shirt that showed a tremendous amount of cleavage and black leggings.
Wait, she looks exactly like your sister! Well, adopted sister…
Suddenly Katherine ripped her wrist away from his lips. Breathing heavily, she smirked at the now fully awake and healed Jeremy.
"That was fun."
Jeremy couldn't stop the laugh that burst from him.
Katherine glanced down. "Hm…apparently you thought so, too."She raised an eyebrow at him.
The boy visibly blushed.
She suddenly placed her hands on his thighs, and then began to slowly slide them higher.
"Don't!" Jeremy glared.
Katherine paused and raised her eyebrows. "Don't?" She very slowly unbuttoned his jeans.
"Katherine, no!" He tried unsuccessfully to wiggle away.
Ignoring him, she reached in and pulled out his erection. He was a bit bigger than Stefan, not quite as big as Damon, but could definitely get the job done…and more.
"You are built, Gilbert." Katherine smirked up at him as she gripped his hard length.
"Katherine, please!" Jeremy whispered.
"Please do, or please don't?" She teased.
Fuck, he didn't even know!
The Next Day
Elena sat in the Salvatore Library writing in her diary when she heard Caroline's voice behind her.
"Hey! So how'd it go?"
"Err…what?" Elena replied, without looking up.
"Oh, don't play that way, Gilbert. You know what!"
"Oh…um…it's fine."
Caroline frowned. "Is it working?"
Elena sighed. "I don't know! I just started today!"
She raised her eyebrows. "Sorry, jeez."
"So are-"
"Boo."
Both girls jumped up and their eyes darted to the doorway where Damon was leaning.
"Hey, Damon," Caroline said flippantly.
He raised an eyebrow, and then gave a knowing look at Caroline.
"Umm…I'll talk to you later."
"What? Why? You-" Elena paused and looked at Damon's expression. Caroline stood and walked out and Damon sat in her spot.
"Writing about me?"
"No," She said sharply.
"Liiiiaaarrr…" He sing-songed.
"Stop it, Damon!" She slapped his hand when he reached for her diary.
"Ooh, I like it rough." He mocked.
"You're an ass!"
"What? It's the truth."
Elena rolled her eyes.
"In fact," he went on. "I think I have some handcuffs in-"
"Damon! What the hell?"
"What?" He replied, acting surprised. "You're the one reading the Kama Sutra, so I'm taking it you're the one who wants to spice it up," He said sarcastically.
"What? How-"
"I mean," He ignored her and kept on. "I doubt you've tried any of it with Stefan." He grinned as she went from shocked, to embarrassed to now pissed and defensive.
She couldn't believe he actually made a comment about her and his brother's lack of sex life! "Fuck you, Damon." She said, at a loss for any other words.
He began to say something, and then shook his head, grinning. "Too easy."
Elena rolled her eyes. He was getting to her more than usual. Damn.
That Night
(A/N: I fear you may hate me for this muahaha!)
Elena rode Stefan fast and hard. She'd given up on picking out the positions, so she just flipped open the book and chose whatever position it landed on. This time it was "reverse cowgirl." Stefan placed his hands gently on her hips, trying to calm her motions a little. She dug her nails into his thighs, threw her head back, and moaned in exaggerated pleasure, trying to turn him on more.
God, she wished he were more vocal.
Damon rolled his eyes as he heard Elena's moan. It was forced. He walked down the hall, throwing a disgusted look at Stefan's closed bedroom door and suddenly stopped. On the nearest table in the hallway was the Kama Sutra book, deliberately flipped open to "reverse cowgirl" position. Not particularly one of Damon's favorites, but that wasn't his main focus at the moment.
The little bitch was letting him know what they were doing! He ground his teeth together as she moaned her fake moan again. Damn her. He sped down to his bar. He needed a drink. Or ten.
That's alright, Elena. He thought to himself. I'll get my turn to play later tonight – whether you like it or not.
Katherine licked her way up his shaft before letting the head between her lips. Jeremy arched his hips up and she let all of him slide into her warm, wet mouth.
Jeremy stroked his cock harder, his eyes closed tight, not wanting to lose this image in his head. After Katherine had sucked him off, she left, but not before untying him and compelling him to stay put. (A/N: Yes, stole that from the Kat/Klaus scenes haha)
With a loud moan, Jeremy came all over his hand and sheet. He opened his eyes, trying to control his breathing. When he came down from the high, his thoughts cleared and he frowned.
I hate that bitch.
Damon and Elena never really had a specific time to meet. They just knew. She walked into the Library and Damon smirked at her.
"Let's go," He said.
"Where?" She asked confused.
In that second, he shot up and was in front of her. He opened his mouth to tell her his room-duh, when the scent of Stefan on her – inside her – hit him in massive waves. He curled his lip and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Take a shower and come up to my room."
And he was gone.
Elena raised her eyebrows, slightly offended that he'd said that so harshly. She smirked slightly. Had he seen the book? She shook her head. What was happening to her?
She snuck upstairs to the spare bathroom to shower. When she'd finished, she re-dressed and stepped into his room, nearly running right into him.
"Ready?" He said, his eyes cold.
"Yes." She responded, just as emotionless.
"Get on the bed."
"Why?" She asked, but started towards the bed anyway.
He closed and locked the door, and without looking at her replied, "We're going to play a little game." He smirked. "Payback for your little stunt."
A/N 2: Thank you, all who actually bothered to read this, even though I am a horrible person! :) I had a hard time not gagging writing that Elena/Stefan scene. Eesh…anyway…
Thanks for reading! I promise the next update will be VERY soon! :)
