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Stefan POV

Stefan didn't know how much time had passed when he woke up in the hotel room. He searched his mind for the last thing he remembered, and then it hit him. He remembered the pain Bonnie had submitted him to; he remembered her power and the cruelty of her voice as she told him he would have no choice but to give her what she wanted.

"Good morning Stefan." He jumped off the bed as he heard Bonnie enter the room.

"I was wondering when you would wake, I must have stunned you last night". Her voice wasn't sympathetic in the slightest. In fact, she sounded almost proud of the control she now knew she had on him.

Stefan began walking towards the door, he didn't want to be anywhere near Bonnie.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bonnie said, making herself comfortable on the bed. She didn't seem surprised or bothered that he wanted to get away.

"As far away from you as possible", Stefan spat over his shoulder. Bonnie let out a sadistic laugh at his words.

Stefan reached for the door handle; as he grasped it - intending to rag the door open and leave dramatically - he cried out in pain. The handle burned his skin where he touched it.

"Vervain," Stefan guessed, and spat at Bonnie.

"Actually, I did think of that at first but then I thought using Vervain would be foolish, because eventually you would be able to endure the pain long enough to leave, or it wouldn't have the same effect, or you would simply break your way through the door." Bonnie giggled to herself.

The bitch had thought of everything. As Stefan concentrated he could feel it now, the power surrounding the room which was preventing him from leaving. He couldn't believe how he had missed it before; the pulse of the power was sickening. It drained his strength and kept him prisoner. He had seen spells that kept vampires in, even been inside a tomb with no way of leaving. But this was something else; this was a pissed off witch showing her strength and power- payback was a bitch. He knew he wasn't going to be able to leave until Bonnie lifted the spell but that wouldn't stop him from trying.

Stefan launched himself with all his strength at the door. He felt the blistering pain all through his body, but he wasn't giving up. He tried to push against it but the harder he pushed, the more it hurt. The spell was too strong; Bonnie was too strong; and now the only way to reach Elena was to give Bonnie what she wanted.

Stefan turned to look at Bonnie, hatred clear on his face. "What do you want?" he said in a defeated tone.

Clamping her hands together in front of her she said: "well firstly you're going to let me into your mind. I tried to do this before but you were repelling me too much. So you let me in; you let go."

"And then what?" Stefan said through gritted teeth, his temper flaring.

"And then…. well, we will cross that bridge when we come to it."

Stefan battled with himself: part of him wanted to stay angry and not allow her to do whatever she wanted to do to his mind; the other part of him was trying to reason with the angry part. In the end reason won, he would have to give in to her. He had no other choice.

He nodded his head slowly. Trying not to flinch at Bonnie's touch, Stefan closed his eyes, giving in defeated and allowing her in.

"Elena" he thought right before he passed out.

Elena POV

Elena was still riding the high from her orgasm, trying to focus on Damon's eyes, when she heard a faint knock on the door. Damon growled in response to the knock and went to answer the door. Panic filled Elena but there was no need; the handcuffs were gone and she was fully covered by the large duvet.

"Hello, Mr Salvatore, I hope you are having a pleasant day" said the maid walking into the room pushing a large trolley with her. She looked at Elena with jealous eyes for a second before turning back to Damon with a smile. Her eyes lingered on Damon's abs, her mouth slightly ajar. Damon had remembered to cover Elena but forgot to cover himself as he stood before the maid in his boxers.

"Oh I am having a marvellous day thank you", answered Damon with pride, casting a quick wink at Elena. Elena blushed deeply and he looked over to her. The maid decided to take it in her stride and lingered.

"So, everything you asked for is there, would you like me to pop open the champagne?" she asked in a flirty voice, moving her hand towards the bottle.

"The champagne is for later. I'll do it myself" said Damon, clearly getting annoyed that she hadn't left already; but the maid wasn't fazed by his obvious annoyance at her presence.

Elena was getting annoyed at the maid too. Yes Damon was simply too good to let go, but she must see that she had already lost the battle.

Elena was shocked at her thoughts; she sounded so possessive - and it was over Damon. He wasn't hers to be possessive over, was he? Elena was so confused. She had enjoyed what had just happened between them, but she hadn't been in control. But then she had enjoyed it more because she hadn't been in control.

Damon snapped. He looked deeply into the maids eyes. "You're going now, here's your tip. You're not coming back again; you won't talk to me; you won't even look at me." The maid blinked. She held out her hand silently for the tip, her head bowed towards the floor. Damon handed her a few notes and she left the room silently.

Normally Elena would have been angry at Damon for using compulsion; but she was relieved that the maid had left and wasn't going to bother them again.

Damon went over to the trolley, lifting the silver lid off the food to reveal curly fries and a cheese burger.

"I wasn't sure what you would like so I guessed. I'll order something else if you don't want it." Damon sounded sweet and apologetic as he wheeled the trolley towards Elena.

"No, its fine", Elena said eyeing the cheese burger. "It's just - it's weird to be eating this first thing in the morning."

Damon chuckled, sitting down on the bed next to Elena. "Elena, it's nearly four o'clock in the afternoon."

Elena was openly shocked. "Where had the day gone?" she thought, frowning.

Damon, sensing her change in attitude, sighed. "You're still mad at me, aren't you?" Elena nodded in response.

"I was rather hoping that you would have changed your mind about being mad at me." He smiled at her and Elena could swear she could see the stars in his eyes. She shook her head to get rid of the thought.

She ate in silence as Damon assessed the other things on the trolley. He placed the bucket with the champagne in, on the bed side table. He picked up a few DVDs that were also on the trolley.

"Ugh I said no romantic stuff", he said in annoyance, putting 'The Notebook' DVD back on the trolley.

"Now here is a film I wouldn't mind watching", he said holding up 'Charlie's Angels'. Elena couldn't help but giggle. "I never had you down as a chick-flick fan" she said, still giggling.

"This is not a chick flick; besides, brings back memories" said Damon with a wide grin.

Elena's mouth fell open. "You mean you and them. All of them?" she asked slightly jealous. She knew Damon had been with other girls; but it stung to think that he had been with so many girls that were so much more beautiful than her. Her eyes dropped as she tried to hide her insecurities.

She wondered how Damon still wanted her, and why he was going to so much extreme to keep her when he could have any girl in the world.

Damon put a finger under her chin and crushed the DVD in his other hand. "Elena, I have never met a creature more beautiful than you; I never loved anyone more than I love you. I want to spend the rest of my existence with you."

Elena tried to pull herself together; she was dangerously close to giving him what he wanted. She reached out for 'The Notebook', changing the subject. "Please" she said pleadingly, looking into his eyes.

She got her wish. Damon took a remote off what she thought was a cabinet at the end of the bed. A large T.V. appeared when he pressed the button on the remote. Elena continued eating throughout the movie.

When the movie was over Damon held Elena as she cried; 'The Notebook' always managed to make her cry. Damon hadn't been watching the movie; he had been watching Elena, while quietly sipping on a bag of blood.

"You know, you humans are so ruled by your emotions" said Damon stroking Elena's hair. This made Elena stop crying, and giggle at him.

"This is coming from the vampire who would snap someone's neck if they so much as looked at him in the wrong way" she said crossing her eyes as she looked up at him.

Damon growled playfully and flipped them both over so he was on top of her. He began tickling her and she laughed hysterically.

"Damon….. Stop…I…you're….." she couldn't manage to get a full sentence out without laughing. "I have other ways of punishing people who look at me the wrong way" he said playfully as she tried helplessly to stop him tickling her.

"Damon….I…. going…..wet ….myself". She continued to laugh. He stopped tickling her and bent down to kiss her. Elena didn't resist him as his lips met hers. She welcomed him, opening her lips to let his tongue explore the inside of her mouth.

She was still naked and she didn't care. It was weird how she felt comfortable completely naked in front of Damon now. She got an odd buzz at the way he looked at her when she had no clothes on. He was right, he had been with many beautiful women but none of them-or so he thought-could compare to Elena.

Damon's dick was pressing against her and Elena felt sore. "Probably from the bite" she thought, grimacing. Damon moved away from her slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry princess", he said in realisation. He was about to give her some blood to make her heal properly when he eyed the champagne bucket on the bedside table.

He raised an eyebrow at Elena and confusion passed over her face. Damon scooped some ice from the bucket and placed it on Elena's stomach. Elena flinched slightly at the cold but allowed him to rub it over her. She arched her back as he ran the ice over her nipples, making them bud. Goose bumps rose on her skin as the heat of her skin melted the ice, causing it to run down her body as he rubbed.

Damon got a new piece of ice and ran it over the inside of her thigh. When the ice got to her clit Elena gasped as the cold of the ice sent a jolt of electricity through her. It didn't hurt as Damon rubbed the ice slowly up and down her vagina.

Elena couldn't tell if it was her juices or the ice that was making her wet. She relaxed a little as Damon moved to get another piece.

"Trust me" he breathed to her heavily. Elena nodded frantically in response. Why shouldn't she trust him? He hadn't yet done anything she didn't enjoy immensely. So when he put the large piece of ice inside of her she went with it.

Heat flooded her cheeks from the feel of it. His tongue followed the ice and Elena felt the wondrous sensation as he moved the ice with his tongue. Elena moaned and grabbed the bar behind her. She began to pull away - an automatic reaction when she felt herself hitting her peak. But Damon was one step ahead of her as always and he clamped his arms around her legs and pulled her closer to him. He pushed the ice further into her as she came, screaming his name. Her cum melted away the rest of the ice and Damon swallowed her cum with a moan of his own.

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