Decided to write another chapter because my friend told me to and she scares me.
Damon and Elena POV
Disclaimer: BDSM and abuse.
Characters aren't mine: the storyline is!
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Let's begin, shall we?
Damon POV
I climb out of the car, letting the cool breeze outside cool me down after the steamy car ride. Uncle Zach stepping on the family cat. My cousin, Lexi, eating a worm. Stefan screaming about catching mom and dad having sex. Memories flood my mind in hopes of 'letting some air out of the tire' that is my dick. I reach the other side of the car, using the door to hide my erection.
Elena slides out of the passenger side, gingerly stepping onto the pavement below. Her long legs spread apart for a split second, and my breath hitches in my throat. I look up at the sky, searching for something I won't combust at the sight of.
I close the door after her and place my hand on the small of her back. I glance down near my hand and catch a glimpse of her ass. Bad move, Salvatore. Her waist is tiny, flaring out at her hips to create one delicious curve. Her cute little bubble butt makes my mouth water.
We slowly make our way up to the front door. I don't bother knocking, knowing that Stefan would just yell for us to come on in anyways. She carefully steps inside, myself following behind.
"We're in the kitchen!", Caroline's shrill voice rings out.
Elena POV
My anxiety is sky-high as I walk with Damon towards the kitchen. What if they can tell what we did? What if I slip up and say something? What if Caroline finds out and cuts off his balls?
"Elena?" Caroline's voice drags me out of my inner monologue.
"Work was pretty tiring today, I figured Miss Gilbert would enjoy a nice dinner with a friend." Damon explains. I try not to giggle at the hidden meaning of his words. Tiring was not the word I would have used. Damon has a way of lighting my nerves on fire. I've never felt more awake in my life.
Dinner is amazing. Stefan would definitely make his Italian ancestors proud with his eggplant parmesean. I help him clear the plates and bring them from the dining room to the kitchen. Damon excuses himself to the restroom and Caroline is down in the wine cellar searching for another bottle that 'would be sure to get me tipsy'. Apparently the three we opened during dinner wasn't enough for her.
I start rinsing off the plates, trying to help out after the wonderful dinner. I bend down to load the dishwasher and something brushes my ass behind me. I whip around, unaware of what touched me, to see Stefan trying to slip past me. Not trying, failing. He has his groin jutted out towards my ass, miserably attempting to creep behind me.
"Sorry about that. Would you like some help?", his nasally voice churns my stomach, and not in the way it does when the other Salvatore brother speaks.
I guess I can't say no, considering this is his house. I nod my head and he steps beside me, grabbing a champagne flute out of the sink. I busy my hands by grabbing one of the china plates and scrubbing.
After a while, I take a peek out of the corner of my eye at Stefan. His dark gaze is locked on my body, while his hands are sliding a stroking a sponge inside the wine glass.
The phallic gesture and the look in his eyes make bile rise in my throat. I reach down to put the plate in the dishwasher and peek towards the door. Where the hell is Damon? I bend back up and turn, coming face to face with Stefan.
"Thank you for coming tonight." He says softly. We're close enough that I can smell the alcohol on his breath. I step to my left and turn back around to the sink.
"O-of course. Thank you f-for having me." I stutter as I grab another spoon, running it under the faucet. I feel him behind me still, and I mentally map out all of the ways I could fight him off. My mental alarms are screaming at me to 'get the hell outta dodge'.
He brushes against me again, this time with the intention of keeping his dick poking into my ass cheek. All three inches.
I try to slide out from his reach, but he slams his arm down on the counter beside me before I can make my move.
He reaches up to brush my hair back behind my ear, leaning down towards it. I feel my body begin shaking and my face burns red hot.
"I really enjoyed your company this even-".
"Stefan what in the FUCK do you think you're doing?" Caroline's screech interrupts him and I thank the higher powers that be.
I feel him quickly hop back off of my ass and I turn around to watch this showdown.
"Get out. Get the fuck out of this house. I told you that if you fucked up one more time we were over!" Caroline yells.
I catch Damon's eye in the doorway and he motions me over. I slide quickly out of the line of fire and sprint over to him. He grabs my hand and leads me out to the car without a word.
Once in the car, I send a quick text to Caroline.
To: Caroline
Is everything okay in there?
I press send as Damon pulls out of her driveway.
"I'm so sorry, Elena. Did he hurt you?" He asks softly, as if not wanting to offend me. His demeanor is unlike anything I've ever seen. His words caress me like I'm too fragile to hear anything else.
I shake my head as my phone goes off once again.
From: Caroline
Hell yes. I've been needing to do that for a while. I kicked him out and his friend came to pick him up. You up for some clubbing still?
The message is so Caroline I almost giggle. Right back into the game she goes.
To: Caroline
Count us in.
We make a quick stop at my house so Caroline can help me get ready. My work clothes aren't exactly clubbing clothes.
I see her peeking up at me while she puts on her earrings.
"We aren't gonna talk about it. Nothing happened. We're gonna have a nice night, get heavily intoxicated, and probably regret it tomorrow." I say before she can even speak.
"I agree 100%. He's tried to touch my other friends before, but I thought it was just because he was kind of a sloppy drunk. I should've kicked him out a long time ago."
"Wait, really?", I ask, my eyes growing wide. I thought for sure she'd make a big deal out of this.
"Really. Now, can you please get ready so I can get all drunk and dance on some men? Oh! And then you can dance on your man!", Caroline replies as she picks up a pillow and throws it my way.
"He is not my man! He's my boss!", I shriek as I feel myself blush. Shit.
Ooooooh! Somebody's bringing out the sisters to play!", Caroline squeals as she taps the top of my cleavage. I chose a maroon off-the-shoulder dress with long sleeves. That's the only thing long about it. The dress falls to the middle of my thighs. My hair flows down my back in its usual loose curls.
I lace up my black knee-high heels and grab my clutch while Caroline tries to drag me out of the door.
"You guys follow me, okay?" she asks. I nod, but my breathing picks up at the thought of being alone with Damon in a car again. Confined spaces with him are obviously a hazard.
Damon POV
Don't get hard. Don't get hard. For the love of all things holy, please don't fucking get hard. As soon as my eyes find Elena, I begin panting. Jesus, mom in lingerie, Stefan naked, Caroline naked. Thoughts flood my brain in hopes of sidetracking my dick. Which has a one-track-mind. Elena.
She's looking sinful tonight, in a tight dress that shows off her long legs and perfectly tanned chest. She's perfect.
"Ms. Gilbert, you look ravishing." I tell her with a grin. Her whole upper body blushes bright vermillion and she looks at the ground.
"You lo-look very handsome, Damon.", She replies quietly while peering at the ground. Aww, she's nervous.
"Shall we?" I ask as I hold out my arm for her. She looks up at me and bites her lip. Fuck, please stop that. She gently places her arm on mine and smiles.
I lead her to my car, opening the passenger side door for her. She jumps in and I close the door behind her. Please don't let me cream my jeans like a little boy tonight, I pray as I circle around to the driver's side door.
When we arrive, I park and help Elena out of the car. We walk into the club and I search for Caroline. I spot her over by the bar and go to pull Elena along with me, stopping at the sight of her. She looks absolutely divine. This is going to be a long night, I think to myself as I weave us through the crowd.