CHAPTER 10
Rebekah threw her school bag down in a heap as she fetched herself some wine from the fridge. That damned Doppelganger bitch had provoked her again. Maybe it wouldn't be such bad play to drag her by her skinny little throat and throw her in with Damon for a few days. Elena had been sniffing around with the witch behind Stefan's' back. She had overheard them trying out a spell to locate Damon, much to the disapproval of the witch, but Elena's incessant whining had won the stupid girl over. They were getting too close. She had hung her head in relief that the witchy-woo's spell hadn't worked. I guess you couldn't locate vampires like you could humans, which was helpful. Something deep in Rebekah's stomach told her to be on alert though. Elena always managed to stomp around and find things she shouldn't. She couldn't have her ruin everything, not after all the progress she had made with Damon.
She gulped down her wine and reached for a fresh blood bag. She had given him one yesterday to heal him and although she was tempted to submit him to some more blood rage again after the wild sex they had had, she hoped he would be a little more forthcoming today, as Klaus had suggested. She headed out to the outbuilding, trying to shake off her irritation. Seeing Damon would chase her vengeful thoughts away.
He looked visibly better now that the gaping hole in his chest had healed. His wrists were raw from rubbing against the metal manacles though, as he had evidently had trouble remaining on his legs all night. He lifted his head as she entered.
"Rebekah?" He asked quietly, nervously. She should have blindfolded him before now, it was nice to play with his senses that little bit more. She smiled to herself, tip toeing around the room, making him look around trying to follow her sounds. He was frightened, his body alert and somewhat disorientated. Fantastic! She could hear his heart rate speed up as she approached him. He tensed his body as she stepped up to him. She decided not to speak to him today, just to confuse his senses. Klaus had filled her in on how she could make him more obedient through instinctual bonding. She would care for his needs until he relied on her to do so and would relate comfort with her. It was certainly easier than stabbing him all of the time, although she might miss inflicting pain for a while.
She reached up and cupped his cheek tenderly and he relaxed into her hand, recognising her immediately, she stroked his cheek and tore the top off the blood bag. His body tensed again at the sound and his fangs descended. She traced his lips and he parted them enough that she could touch his fangs. She pierced her thumb with one and he lifted his head in surprise as she let him suck her finger into his mouth and lick away her blood. She pulled her thumb back out and he parted his lips again wanting more. She placed the tube in his mouth and he drank, savouring the fresh taste. He let his usual small moans escape as he drank hungrily and she felt herself flush. It was going to be hard not to have him today. As she held the bag to his mouth she stroked her fingers down his chest with her other, watching him shiver. He still had some bruising over his ribs from where Nicklause had punched through yesterday. He tensed his muscles slightly as she traced over the bruise. She was pleased to see that the small growth of hair normally present on his skin there had grown back. She gently ran a finger over one of his nipples and he shivered again as his nipple responded to her. She hadn't really paid much attention to his nipples before so she leant her head down to the skin experimentally and licked over the sensitive skin slowly. He jerked his head, spilling some blood down his chin in surprise. She laughed to herself stroking his other nipple with her thumb as she licked the blood from his chin. He hummed as she did so and she felt him harden against her leg.
She discarded the blood bag on the floor and kissed him fully on the lips. He kissed back without resignation and she melted against his body. This was what she wanted, today at least. She enjoyed all sides of him, fighter, animal, weakling and obedient. She reached her hand down in between them and took him in her hand. His breathing quickened and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss as she stroked him firmly. He moaned inside of her mouth and had to break away from her to breathe as she sped up her stroking. His cheeks flushed and he laid his head back against the wall. For the first time he was actually letting himself enjoy her touch, it made her hot and wanting. He began to sweat and breathe in short gasps as she tightened her hold on him. He couldn't help moving into her hand, arching his back from the wall frantically as she watched in awe of his willingness to play. He was quickly losing control and she knew it as he began to moan in higher pitches. He was so beautiful when he was about to erupt. He shuddered as he climaxed into her hand.
She milked him with a few more strokes until he was spent and struggling to stand. His mouth was open as he leaned against the wall for support. She looked up and noticed his wrists were bleeding from the rubbing of the restraints and she bit her lip. She liked him strung up, but he had been so willing today. She reached up and unfastened one side and he winced as she had to peel the metal band away from his skin. She then undid the other and he squeezed his wrists one at a time, trying to let blood return to them and heal his wounds. She leaned him against the wall with one hand and he froze. She took one of his hands up to her mouth at a time and licked away his blood carefully. She then led him by his hands over to the bed and lay him down on his side. His body seemed to melt into the soft bed, which was such solace from the hard wall or stone floor he had been sleeping on for days. She left his blindfold on as he began to relax and breathe deeply. She knew he would sleep pretty soon so she lay down beside him, pulling her hair out of the way and putting her hand on his hip lightly, stroking his side. She gently guided his head down to her neck and let him bite sleepily, drinking for a few minutes before he pulled back and fell asleep soundly. This strategy was working much better than the constant struggle with him.
As he slept silently next to her she lay on her back contemplating her insane life. Lately Damon had become her only obsession and she was losing focus because of her constant need for him. It felt as though she were his slave. Perhaps she was too close to all of this and she needed to step back a bit, treat him like a slave rather than a beloved pet. She chewed her lip considering spending some time away from him, at least until Elena's little search had winded down. She half suspected that Caroline had scented his aroma in the air in their class today. It wouldn't be surprising considering that she was touching him at every available opportunity. Even right now her instincts were to sleep here beside him, but she knew she had to leave. She couldn't risk this sort of emotional attachment to him. No, she had to treat him like a pet for a while to establish the boundaries. She wouldn't speak to him, keep him blindfolded and semi-restrained. She looked over at him again as he slept and stroked down his side. He moved into her touch and she smiled. She didn't trust that he would leave the blindfold as it was so she would have to secure his hands again. She looked over at the table covered in various apparatus and tools but didn't see anything that would suffice. She pulled the belt out from around her waist, ensuring it was real leather and then took his hands in hers. He was in deep sleep and didn't budge as she wrapped the belt around as many times as it would go, fastening it securely. She stood up and covered him with the blanket at the end of the bed, before leaving.
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She had managed not to give in and take him again for a whole week. She had maintained distance from him physically and verbally, other than to hold him as she fed him. She was happy that she had managed to leave him blindfolded and bound by his hands the entire time, even though she missed those blue eyes at times. He had spoken for the first few days, almost desperate for the sound of another voice but she had relented. Eventually he had stopped and was now relying on instinct whenever she came to him.
She sighed as she sat down at the counter top. She had barely retained anything from her classes as she daydreamt about what he might be thinking or doing in her absence. Stefan had actually tried to have a civil conversation with her today which was odd. She had barely listened to a word he was saying as she studied his features – so unlike Damon's to the point where it was difficult to believe that they were brothers. It hadn't helped with her concentration. She stood up and headed out in her normal routine to go see him.
She creaked the door open and gasped when she took in his figure, half sprawled out of the bed shaking. She rushed forward, trying to remember her vow not to speak to him anymore. He was a pet not a person! When she touched his arm to help him back into the bed he gasped and tried to pull away like she had burned him. It was then she noticed the small pin prick marks on his arms. Klaus had been here while she was at school. He had talked about using vervain coated needles for punishments, evidently he had decided to try it out for himself. She saw red. Damon was actually cowering from her as he still had his blindfold on and was unaware who was present. She didn't like him like this at all. She tried to stroke his arm to let him know that he was ok but he was on survival mode again and shrank further into himself with every touch. She stood up frustrated, marching back towards the house as she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket.
"Don't touch him again Nick, I'm warning you!" She didn't even wait for him to respond as she hung up in fury. She went to the kitchen for some blood bags and then returned to the outside of the outbuilding, quickly entering in her code and changing it to something different. She had no idea how he had known what her pin was but he definitely wouldn't know this one. She re-entered Damon's room to find him a little calmer now. She sat down next to him and removed his blind fold slowly so as not to startle him. He looked at her reserved and worn out. She reached down and undid the belt she had wrapped around his wrists, noticing the tearing in the leather where he had tried to bite through it. She gave a small smile, pleased to see that he wasn't completely catatonic yet. He looked surprised as she removed his restraints and didn't dare to move even though his hands were now free. She put a blood bag in his hands and he held it for a moment staring at it before putting it to his lips. His eyes never left hers the entire time he drank from the bag. He drained it much too quickly and she frowned, looking at the marks still remaining on his skin from the needles. She reached out to him to take the empty bag and he gave it to her still eyeing her warily. He did seem different now, almost childlike. She stroked up his arm and he froze watching her, as though he were waiting to be stuck with another needle. She lay down next to him, facing him. He made no effort to move or speak. She actually wished he'd say something, some sarcastic remark to intentionally piss her off but he didn't.
She brought the other blood bag out from her pocket and opened it for him as he watched. She leaned in towards him but he pushed himself back from her. She reached out stroking his cheek softly and guided his head to the blood bag she was holding out to him. Although he was capable of holding it himself he let her hold it to his mouth. He finally closed his eyes and drank deeply. Well she had wanted him broken and it appeared as though he finally was. Why wasn't she more ecstatic about it? He moved closer to her again as the bag began to empty and she put her arm around his waist, bringing him closer into her body. He sighed as he finished the last of the blood and she threw the empty bag over his shoulder onto the floor. She ran her fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes almost peacefully. He parted his lips just enough for her body temperature to shoot up as she studied his full lower lip. He had the most succulent lips and she loved biting his bottom one especially. She leant in and kissed him carefully. To her surprise he responded again, subtly tilting his head to allow her more depth of pressure and then he opened his mouth to her. She placed her tongue inside his mouth, savouring him as he held perfectly still other than with his lips. She could feel her stomach start to burn. She hadn't had him in a week and she wanted him. The stress caused by all of the other puppets in this game Klaus was playing was starting to irritate her and she just wanted a release. She was sure that he was now prepared to give it her.
She began to stroke his thigh and hip as she continued kissing him. He moved voluntarily closer, into her touch and sighed. Klaus had put him through so much agony today that her soft comforting touch must be wonderful in comparison. That was what Klaus had been talking about when he suggested this course of training. This must mean that the more affection she showed him, the more he might respond positively to her. She ran her fingers slowly up his body as he curved into her and was pleased when he reached out and pulled her into him by her waist. She hummed into his mouth and his kisses became a little more passionate, as though he was seeking escape and release from her too. He desperately wanted endorphins to chase away the horrors of the day. She started undoing her clothing while mid-kissing and he tried to help her. Once she was divested of her clothing she pulled him into her again, pausing to place small bites along his throat. He froze when she did so, worrying she may bite to hurt him again but she stroked his back gently to reassure him. She rolled him on top of her and he looked down at her in surprise. She wanted him to lead this time, without compulsion. He seemed to realise this and licked his lips. She smiled warmly and put her arms up on either side of her head as a gesture for him to be dominant and she watched as the veins under his eyes became more prominent from lust. He liked that she was giving him some control. He leant down into her neck and nuzzled her as she held him close to her chest, tracing circles around his shoulder blades. He bit down carefully, almost in fear of whether she would permit him to do so, but she merely held him tighter to her and he drank her in, in several gulps before stopping and licking the wounds. She sighed and he lifted his head to kiss her again.
She couldn't believe the change in him as he began to caress her body nervously, almost like it was his first time. She had had him when he was wild, fighting, raw or struggling, but this was new. It was sweet. He kissed over her nipples, putting his clever mouth to good use despite his nerves and she moaned freely, tilting her body up into him. Her sounds encouraged him and he began kissing down her taut stomach as she lay back trusting him. He began to spread open her legs and looked up at her cautiously, asking for permission with his expression. She parted her legs and took in a shaky breath as he traced over her core with his lips. She clenched her body tight as he slowly began to caress her with his mouth and tongue. He had done this when he was dreaming that she was Elena but right now he was doing this voluntarily and that fact increased her arousal so much more as she panted and gasped as he focussed on pleasuring her. She writhed unashamedly as he sent sparks running through her body, running his tongue inside and outside of her with perfected skill. She cried out as he hit a particularly sensitive peak in her and she grabbed him, pulling him up onto her again. He buried his face in her neck as she reached down and took hold of him, guiding him inside of her. He began gently to rock into her, breathing into her skin as she gyrated into him. This was what making love felt like.
Her head began to spin as he thrust deeper and sped up, kissing her neck sloppily as she moaned breathlessly.
"Oh god!" She cried, feeling her body beginning to clench as he changed his angle slightly. His breathing was becoming laboured now too, every breath blowing across her skin and increasing her sensitivity.
"Damon!" She cried out, bucking wildly up into him as he began to moan too. She couldn't hold back any longer as she turned her head and bit down into his shoulder. He cried in surprise, stopping his thrusts momentarily. This wasn't going to be about pain or draining him this time. She placed her hand on the back of his head and pressed him further into her neck and he bit down too in bliss as he began to rock into her again. Their bodies were on fire and both had to pull their fangs back to breathe as they climaxed together, shaking and trying to catch some air. They looked at each other amazed as they panted trying to regulate their breathing. Damon's arms could barely hold him up to look down at her so she rolled them both over and kissed him, holding him like he was precious china. He closed his eyes to focus on breathing as she sat back straddling him, keeping him inside of her for as long as possible. The sweat running down his body was glorious and an extra reminder of their passion. She followed a trail of sweat that had run down from his neck with her tongue and he hummed. She begrudgingly let him slip out of her as she got up from the bed and went over to the bath tub. She turned the taps on to draw him a bath. Although he was exactly as she wanted him right now she had to be sure to maintain the line between them and prove to him continually that she was his master. He turned on his side to watch her. Once the bath was run she turned everything off and motioned to him. He got up with some effort and approached her. He stopped in front of her and she realised that he was waiting for her to get in with him. She shook her head and guided him in as his face fell a fraction.
He climbed into the bath and lay back his head as the warmth enveloped him. He missed his own bath at home. Home. It felt like a distant memory growing foggier every hour he spent here in this locked cell. He felt his heart squeeze as he realised he would never be home again. He let out a shaky breath, trying to hide the pain that seized his chest. He had done what she had wanted, he had made love to her. What else could she possibly want from him? He opened his eyes, realising instantly that they were blurry. He tried his hardest not to blink but trying not to think about it, made it all the more inevitable. He blinked and tears fell down his cheeks, racing towards the corners of his mouth. He turned his head to the side trying to hide this embarrassing sign of utter defeat and loneliness from her but he knew she was watching him like a prized dog.
She mercifully didn't comment on the tears as they continued to drip down his face. If he had had the strength he would have gritted his teeth and pulled himself together but what was the point? It made no difference to his situation. He rested his cheek against the cold porcelain of the bath tub as she washed him. He opened his eyes to look at his arm resting over the bath. He could see that there were still some pin pricks left there. It must have been Klaus, he realised now. He shuddered slightly as he realised how vulnerable he was now that Klaus had access to him also. Feeling his shudder Rebekah cupped his face and stroked his tears with her thumb. His heart surged with hope.
"Please…" Damon whispered, "Let me go." His chest filled with desperation and a small spark of hope that she would realise that she couldn't keep him forever if she wanted him to live. He felt like a shadow of himself and he was scared that he was losing the will to move or speak, since she had stopped talking to him. His eyes were wide and tear stained, begging any part of her that still had any humanity and love within her to set him free. He saw her mouth straighten into a thin line and his heart began to thunder in his ears. She commenced washing him again and he held his breath waiting for her to respond. He grabbed her hand in his and leaned forward to be nearer to her.
"Please." He whispered again more urgently, his voice breaking and she squeezed his hand before placing his hand back in the water. She said nothing. His breath came in short clipped notes as he willed her to say something, anything. She got back to her feet and looked down at him blankly. His heart fell painfully.
"I won't let him hurt you again." She whispered and left him to sink back into the tub, alone.
