Black Velvet
Chapter 24- Me, without you?
R-M
I know some people are skeptical about Kai. But he's very necessary to this story. Bonnie and Damon will go through a few chapters of trying to understand life, outside of each other. She is figuring out what she wants. They both have careers and money. They both have friends, and acceptance. But, both are lacking in some ways, and they will both deal with things, revolving around, their relationships with people in their lives, and self-reflection, before they can deal with each her on the same level again. They have to grow, and try to understand each other. But first they have to understand themselves. Hints the chapter title. Remember long term D/s relationship is a goal.
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"Lily, I was thinking we can go to the beach. It's May, and you said it's been so long since you've seen the ocean."
"I'm not sure I can take the sun." Lily admitted.
"I see. Yeah, I'd hate for you to feel uncomfortable, or at risk." Bonnie sat in her car, and her legs bent on the seat, while her knees dug into the steering wheel, as the car sat in park, in front of Lily's rented house in the driveway.
Lily walked around the garden, watering her flowers. "Well, its Saturday... don't you and Damon have plans?"
"No. He's really busy."
Lily looked surprised. Bonnie had become very casual in mentioning her son's name. "I see. Well, I'm okay, with not doing anything. We can sit here, and I'll make us breakfast, and, we can eat, and you have all of Saturday to go and have fun. I'll be fine."
Bonnie felt this overwhelming need to be there for Lily, who was inherently alone most days. "Yeah, but-"
"But, nothing. Go enjoy your life. Seriously. I have been losing sleep all week. And I think I should rest today. I'm serious. I'm exhausted. After breakfast, I want you to go have fun." Bonnie looked at Lily, with concern. She really had no social life. Katherine was so busy planning the wedding, and Bonnie helped where she could, but a lot of it involved Kat and Elijah. She wasn't in a relationship, and socially, she'd been so enthralled in her work the last few years, and her timultous relationship with Kol, that her social life was suffering. She didn't realize it until her best friend got engaged and she had now become single.
"Okay. I guess I can go be social. Since you're insisting." Bonnie smiled halflit. "But after breakfast, okay? I'd like to hang with you a little longer.
"Okay." Lily smiled, but she knew something was different about Bonnie lately.
...
Stefan and Sarah had allowed their relationship to ride through the bumps in the road on its own course, at its own pace. They'd gotten married, been separated, gotten back to together, and separated again. Now, for the third time, they were attempting to pick up the pieces of their broken marriage, and put it back together.
"The twins are going to be ten in a few months. What are we doing?"
"I say we do a party at home."
"Ugh... baby, they will be ten. How about we take them to a water park or something?"
"Water parks, involve lines, and then we will be separated, because Sebastian won't be able to do what his brother and sister are doing?"
"Well, let's leave Sebastian, with my brother. And just take the twins. They deserve to do something fun for their birthday. They can't possibly have plans for being ten, revolve around their baby brother."
"Damon can't handle Sebastian, alone."
"He can. He can always call Lily, if need be. It'll force him to at least spend sometime with her."
"True, but we both know, we can't force your brother. It isn't fair. He needs his own time."
Stefan sighed, and smacked his forged sitting at the kitchen table of Sarah's house. "Yeah, I know. But fuck... he acts like he has no time to have a relationship with her. I mean what does it take?"
"Trust. It takes trust, which isn't easy to gain once it's lost. We of all people, can understand that." She walked towards her fridge and grabbed two beers.
"Isn't it kind of early for that?"
"Nope. The kids are at my parents house for the weekend. This is our first weekend alone in years. I want to have a beer in the morning, my husband in the afternoon, and probably both later tonight." Her flirty smile softened his tensed mind, and reminded him, that for once, they could be alone, without distractions for one of a handful of times in ten years. Stefan pulled her to his lap, as he sat, leaned back in a kitchen chair, watching her in white pajama pants, and a white tank top.
"I almost forgot."
"Yeah, well I didn't. When I get breaks from hearing "Mom, Mom, Mommy, Mommy, Momma, momma, and But mo-om, or but why?" I don't forget the moments I get a break. So... we have about... hmm, thirty-two hours with no kids."
"That isn't much time." He said, looking up into her eyes as she sat on his lap.
"No, it isn't. And..." she looked at her watch, "... times a wastin."
"Okay, baby... beer me."
"I'll beer you alright."
...
Classical music blasted in Damon's house. He'd walked around, two weeks after his break up, and decided to finally get his house in order again. He'd broken countless pieces of glass, including windows, when he lost control that day. Nothing made sense. He was alone, and didn't want to be bothered most days. The only person he'd communicated with was Elijah. He even ignored Stefan's calls. Because he knew, Stefan just wanted to get him to spend time with his sick mother. But Lily was far from Damon's mind. And today, his lawyer was sick of his calls being dodged. He made a trip to see Damon, face to face.
While he swept up glass, and stared at the cuts healing on his hands, and started drowning his thoughts in classical music, he heard the buzz from his gate ring through. He stopped, rolled his eyes, and hoped if he ignored it, it would go away. Currently his nerves were calming to Morning Mood, being played by the London Philharmonic Orchestra. He'd preferred Beethoven most days he felt emptiness, because the power in the music made him feel like his emptiness was purposeful. But, his resolve settled with the smoothness of the overseas, orchestra.
He went back to sweeping, and it rang again. "Fuck!"
Buzz buzz.
He walked to his intercom, and held the button. "Salvatore."
"Sal, its Ollie. Open up."
"Oliver... I'm on sabbatical." He snapped.
"It's important, man. I've been calling all week. I need to talk to you."
"Fine." Damon hit the code, to open the gate and walked to the front door. He waited for Oliver to pull up, before opening the door. When Oliver walked up, he hadn't seen Damon so casual in years. Maybe since poker back in the days.
"Geez man. You look, like you've been avoiding society for weeks."
"Not quite." Damon said rubbing the back of his neck, with one hand, patting the chest of his flannel shirt with the other. "I've gone to work, for half days."
"Dude, I haven't seen you like this in years. What's, uhh- gotten into you?"
"It's complicated. Oliver, what's going on?"
"Well, this was sent to my office, five days ago." He handed Damon a file, with a couple papers in it. Damon glanced over the paperwork, and tried to adjust his eyesight. "No, you're not seeing things. You are being sued. By Kol Mikaelson, and Andrea Starr. Two separate lawsuits."
"This is absolute bullshit!"
"I know. But, get this, Mikaelson's father, is a judge. His brother is a lawyer. He has a lot of judicial support, and connections."
"Oliver, what the fuck does this mean? You're family are the founders of Queen and Associates. One of the most prestigious firms on the entire West Coast. You have connections. This can't happen, he can't go through with this. Neither of them can. What do they want?"
"He wants ten mill for damages, conspiracy, mental trauma, and battery. She wants two mill for mental trauma, and sexual assault charges."
"What the fuck? Sexual assault charges? I've never assaulted her. You know, my business-"
"Damon, I know. Remember? Her divorce was all over papers. I warned you about taking her on as a "client" Sal. She took her husband for spousal support, over some sexual assault charges, infidelity, and neglect. He has to pay her twenty grand a month for ten years. Plus he had to honor his prenup of 4 million dollars off top. The bitch has money, but, now she wants yours."
"So, she's putting me in the category with her abusive husband? Knowing everything I did for her, was everything she asked me too before I accepted her as a client. We signed a contract and everything. She, said what was and wasn't okay. And signed in her own dirty fucking blood."
"But she knows you won't show your "activity" cotracts to a judge. She knows you wanted to keep that part of your life discreet because of your Therapy Practice. So, she thinks she can get away with it. You know what you gotta do, right?"
"What?" Damon asked with his eyebrows edged in the direction of his nose bridge.
"Tell the judge, about your extra curricular activities."
"Hell no. And it's not an ECA, Ollie! It's my life. It's how I choose to live. Do you think it's okay to ask a man who's not Doming how he chooses to handle his relationships? No."
"Yeah, but D, let's be real... you opted to let women pay you. So, it is considered an ECA."
"It goes in the books as therapy. So, no! It's out of the question. My life, my personal life, will never come into question upon a court of law."
"So, just let her fry you, over some lies? Allow this woman to take you for a sucker?"
"No, I trust you can beat this." Oliver stare at Damon like he was a madman. Asking him to fight sexual assault charges without the absolute proof of truth that it wasn't sexual assault, was like asking him to pull a rabbit out of a hat. But he was one of the best at what he did. Damon walked to his liquor in the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a glass. He poured it halfway, and sipped it, lifting it to Oliver. "You want a glass?"
"No, I need to drive."
Damon stood in deep thought for a minute, and shook his head. "Fuck! I... I think that my selfishness has finally caught up with me. I'm officially fucked. My life was good. Any man, would've loved my life. And then I had to go, and meet the beautiful woman, who would take me to my knees."
"You think this is because of your girlfriend?"
"No, it's not her fault. But I fell for a woman that was off limits, and it upset two very selfish people. And now, she's fucking gone, and that's not enough for them. They want me to kill myself." He laughed.
"Sal, listen man... we need to get you in better shape. This- this isn't you." Oliver looked him up and down, shaking his head. "It's not you, and the only way, we can beat this, is if we pull it together bro."
Damon poured another glass, planning on drinking it as fast as he drank the last glass. "And you suppose I do that how? I have two malpractice suits against me, by two former, documented patients. Though, Andie was never a real patient, she was a client. She was in the books as patient though. And Kol, well, I fucked his wife. Over and over, and over, and he watched it, and realized, she loved me, and he couldn't handle it. That piece of shit, wants her to be miserable, because she doesn't want him. But fuck, she left me too- so... I just lose all around."
"I know who Andie is, and I know who Kol is. And all I can tell you, is you can't publish those studies. Not now, anyways."
"Why? I'm going to lose everything anyways."
"No. We just need to get through this trial. I've got some guys on it now. Looking for anything they can find on both of them. In the meantime, don't focus on the lawsuits. I need to get you back to yourself. You're no good to me, this way."
"What way?"
"Ordinary. You are acting so fucking ordinary right now. Basic as shit, and its not you. You're a fucking rich, good looking, bachelor. We need you back at the top of your game, so you can be ready for the fight they're bringing to you."
"My house is a fucking mess. I'm going to clean it, and then find another good record to put on-" Damon was silenced by Oliver picking up his remote and turning his music off. "Seriously?"
"Get your shit together. I'm taking you out tonight."
"No, man, I'm not- this isn't the time to fucking go out. I'm not interested in-"
Oliver grabbed Damon by his collar and shook him, "Get your shit together. You need to remember who the fuck you are. Get what you need, and come outside. I'll be waiting in my car." Damon stood there dumbfounded. He felt like he was losing it. He wasn't ready to go out, but he also knew, he'd drink himself into an oblivion, if he stayed. His father was an alcoholic. He watched Oliver walk out, and looked to his countertop to see those two vile names and the lawsuits. He grabbed his wallet, and phone, and walked out, not even locking his front door. Just shutting it, and getting into Oliver's McLaren 720S, speeding down the driveway, in the blink of an eye.
xXx
Sade was playing subtly from a small speaker on a table next to Bonnie's couch. She sat, legs crossed wearing nothing but a loose fitting sweater, and some tiny shorts. The pin cap was being chewed to oblivion, while Bonnie sat on her couch taking magazine quizzes and avoiding the world. "Are you a Sexpert or a Sexnerd? Take this quiz and find out what you're rated among women ages 18-35." She chewed harder, until the top of the pin pinched the inside of her cheek. "Ow, fuck." She pulled it out and started marking answers on the multiple choice Cosmo quiz. "There's no way, I'm a Sexnerd. There can't be." She shook her head reading questions. "Favorite position, A) Doggy, B) Missionary C) Cowgirl D) Reverse Cowgirl E) G-spot thrust." She stare at the page and second glanced it. "G-spot thrust? Oh nice. I love that one. Or, F) Scissor thrust. Oh that reminds me of depth penetration. Damn that's a good one." She looked at all the positions. "How can I pick just one? They all make me cum." And she had to think about it. "No fair, though, he was a sexpert. And he didn't let me get on top so much. So, I guess if I had to go off of before him, then... cowgirl... no reverse cowgirl."
She circled D, and continued to take the quiz with music playing in the background. The music she needed to hear, to keep her feeling like she wasn't broken or hurt inside. So, she decided to indirectly listen to music that was aimed directly at her sorrow.
"I gave you all the love I got
I gave you more than I could give
I gave you love...
I gave you all that I have inside
And you took my love
You took my love..."
She stopped singing and attempted to complete the quiz, even with the smooth serenade of Sade hitting her insides precisely, triggering her brain's need to sing through her emotions. Bonnie did all she could to avoid thinking about her current downfalls. "What's your idea of exciting sex? A) A quickie during lunch break B) Sex in a public place C) Sex in your parents bed D) A threesome E) Voyeurism F) Sex without a condom. Condom? Pft." That last one made her laugh. The pin cap was being demolished between Bonnie's teeth. "Eww, parents bed... no thank you. We did plenty of lunch breaks. Threesome? Hmm. Maybe. Voyeurism? He'd never let that happen. Public Place?" She remembered back to the belt in the bathroom two weeks ago, and how exciting it was. "I think, Voyeurism would be fun. Annnnnd cirrrcle... E." She sang the words as she spoke them, and letting it flow into Sade's No Ordinary Love.
Bonnie's social life was wine, music, and magazines. In her house, alone. And she wasn't complaining. Most of her quiz answers really depended on she and Damon's previous sex life. Though she tried to be fair to herself, by remembering her sex with Kol. Even if, Damon basically taught her all of the things she'd come to appreciate.
The phone rings, and she ignores it. Her pin is occupying her time, and so is this addictive quiz. All she keeps thinking is she has to finish, and score herself. "You prefer... A) Dominance B) Submission C) Swtiching D) Masturbation E) all of the above? F) Whatever." Bonnie smiled wickedly circling E, before hearing her phone ring again. "Ughhh." She forced her lazy legs to stand up and walk to the dinning room table and look at it. "Mr. Parker? Oh shit."
Bonnie quickly answered the phone on the fourth ring. "Hello, Mr. Parker."
"Mr. Parker? What am I- Spider Man?"
"What do you mean?"
Kai, laughed, realizing she wasn't a comic-book fan. "Nothing. I thought we agreed we were on a first name basis?"
"Right, sorry. I was, caught up on some, uhhh... some reading." Magazines. "Yeah. I was thrown off."
"I called about five minutes ago. And I realized I didn't leave a message. So, I was calling to leave a message right now. Didn't expect you'd answer. And now I feel stupid." He laughed.
"None sense. What's up, any news?"
"Well, we found the software company. It's a small company. Not even trade marked. It's probably newer, and under funded. Something out of someone's basement type-thing. But the person running it is very smart. A hacker, and a thief. He or she, is very good with computers. All in the past couple of years. Anyways, turns out there are bank accounts directly linked into a payment site. And the bank accounts are traced to you."
"Me? There's no way. I carefully balance my finances. I check my bank statements, and my budget, weekly."
"It's an account through Louisiana Financial."
"I don't have a Louisiana Financial account."
"It's linked to your social security number, and name."
"Makes sense. Kol, had a Louisiana financial account in college. But, how can that be? I haven't signed any documents. And we are married, but he can't open an account in my name without power of attorney so, someone's on the inside helping him. Someone that I know."
"It seems that way Bonnie. Possibly forging documents. I'm still looking into it. I had to let you know this much so far. But, the simple fact that it's linked to your account and name, if you can find proof that you didn't open this account, whatever information he has against you, will be void. Because it'll show, he's been forging and falsifying documents since probably day one, sweetie."
Sweetie? It was weird to hear that word from another man's mouth. "Wow, well, thank you, Kai. I am happy to know."
"Hey, what are you doing home on a Saturday night?"
"Ha." She awkwardly popped out, because she knew that currently she didn't have a life. "I wanted to stay in. Too tired from the work week."
"Wow, so, you just plan to read?" He asked, her genuinely. But naturally, she was defensive.
"Yes. Sheesh. What's wrong with that?" She snapped.
"Whoa, whoa. Just a question."
"Oh, well, yeah, I'm reading."
"Okay." He quietly paused trying to figure out the most polite ways get off the phone, so he wouldn't offend her. "So, this was the information I got today. I'll keep searching, and let you know what else I figure out."
"Okay." She became impatient, out of embarrassment.
"Alright, Ms. Bennett. You have a good night."
"Thanks. You too." She hung up quickly, feeling embarrassed. It was official, she had no actual social skills when it came to men, other than bitch, and door mat. She looked at the Cosmo quiz, and added her results, trying quickly to erase the past ten minutes of her life. Fuck everything that could possibly keep making her feel inadequate today, tomorrow, and forever.
"1...2...3...11...12...20...21...22...29...30." She looked to the left column to see what her score was. "Not a sexpert or a sexnerd, I'm a sexventurist." She tilted her lips upside down and gave a quick, "Hmm. You're a Sexventurist. You like to try new things with sex. From kinky talk, role play, and voyeurism. While you may not have all of the experience in the world, you are willing to try anything at least once. And eventually your sex life will thank you for it." She sat a bit, realizing that by the end of the conversation, Kai had called her Ms. Bennett again. "Damn." She whispered. Then she looked for her phone to figure out a way to apologize, for her snappy behavior. In the past it never bothered her to be a bitch, and somehow today it's eating at her insides.
...
Oliver decided to take Damon out for the whole night. They drove to Vegas, in no time. Under three hours, and it was sunset when they arrived. He first got a suite for the night, just the two of them, and called some favors in to get them both suited. Then he had a few drinks, and called some of his female acquaintances.
"Listen, it's not everyday, a man can be rich. And it's not everyday we can be rich and carefree. So we've run into a couple bumps in the road. We'll get through it. But I need your head in the game."
"Somehow, women and Bourbon, were the only options Ollie?" Damon asked dismally.
"For you? Yes. This is your lifestyle. And so, what. You let a beautiful women distract you for a while. We all do. But it's over now. Time to get back to you."
oOo Damon oOo
Oliver poured two glasses of Bourbon, and handed me one. I turned to look in the mirror, and find the man I once was. The confident, blue-eyed, dark-haired, commanding man I'd always been. And I couldn't find that man so much in my reflection, as I found the man who loved a woman so selfishly, I lost her. I looked in the mirror and saw the beautiful woman all over Oliver, and one behind me. She was moving around me in a way, I was accustomed to before Bonnie. But, it no longer felt natural to me. It no longer did it for me. I just kept seeing Bonnie's face every time I blinked, only to be shot with the reality, opening my eyes and her not being there. Even Bourbon tasted different. With Bonnie it was an anticipation to a calm after a long day. It was a smooth ride, into a long relaxing drive. And it had the potential to lead to whiskey-drowned breath hugging a beautiful woman with wined-drenched breath, and making a few hours of rough hard sex a thing I was spoiled by when I dominated her body. But now... the Bourbon was more bitter, and less intoxicating. It's rough on my tongue lately, dehydrating me. But I'm just going to keep drinking, until I feel like the man I was a year ago. When Bonnie was Kol's cold-hearted bitch of a wife, and her well-being was of no consequence to me. Fuck! I can't even say that in my own mind about her, without feeling like shit. She was never a bitch of a wife. It's what he made her out to be. My own mind won't let me disrespect this woman, whose love I'm still lost in. I never want to see her hurting. But she wants no parts of me, and I'm trying like hell to move on from it. I'm trying to write her off, so I can feel something in my chest, that resembles life, beat by beat. But it's cold, and dead, and black inside, of me. So I just need to embrace the darkness again. Or I'll never move on.
"Are we heading out for the night?"
"Yeah. Eventually. Right now, we need you to lighten up a little." Oliver looked at the read-head leaning into Damon, "What's you're name sweetie?"
"My friends call me Cinful, with a "C." Emphasis on Cin.
"C?"
"Yea, because of my red hair. I'm spicy like cinnamon, but sensational as a sin."
Oliver's eyes widened, and he tightened his chin, in approval. "Well, alright, Cin... why don't you provide my friend here, with one of those... extra services we spoke about? He's too tense. He needs to loosen up."
She smiled, sinfully, in all its cheesy irony, placed her hands on Damon's chest, and walked him back towards to the couch. He took his steps backwards slowly, until the couch, popped the back of his knees causing him to lightly collapse. She stare him down, eye to eye, an intimidation tactic women in her profession used, to turn their clients on. But, he wasn't intimidated. She wasn't Bonnie. He looked at his glass and it was empty. He held it up to her, in true asshole fashion to grab him another. She glanced at the glass, and back to him. "Really?"
"Really." He said.
She got up, tried to keep it sweet, and poured him another glass before handing it back to him and getting on her knees. She reached for his belt buckle and kept her eyes in tuned with his. Damon was the stare-down king. It soon started to intimidate her. "Listen, I don't know," she spoke while working, "what has you so worked up. But I intend to work it out, until I work it down. If you catch my drift. So, just relax, close you're eyes, and let me take you to a happier place." She lowered her head releasing his manhood, and was pleasantly surprised with the beauty in his anatomy. After a few seconds of hard gazing, she slowly went to town. Damon sipped his drink, finding it hard to get hard. But she knew she couldn't fail at this, as it was her job. She had to work for minutes before his dick resembled even a half cocked weapon. "Forget about her." The girl whispered.
Damon stopped drinking, and looked at her. "What did you say?"
"Whoever she is that broke your heart, forget about her. She's holding you back." She said subliminally. His jaws ticked in irritation, at the nerve of her. She didn't know Bonnie. She didn't know the circumstances. How dare she tell him how to treat the situation. "Forget her."
"Or maybe, you... just don't do it for me." He snapped back. He gently pushed her to the side, and pulled his pants up, stood up and headed to the bathroom. She looked completely insulted, and when she turned to Oliver, he was getting his dick sucked, and halfway out of it.
"He walked away. What am I supposed to do? I can't force him!" She exclaimed. Oliver had to stop mid blowjob and focus on a woman who wasn't sucking him off.
"You're name is Cinful with a C. Be that, tonight. I'm in the middle of something. Walk in that bathroom, and take charge. It's a fucking blow job! How hard can it be?" He looked back down at the blonde servicing him. "Ahhh yah, baby. That's it. Right there. Don't stop baby." He put his hand on the back of her head, and helped her bob, while Cinful stood there annoyed, with her tits out.
"Huhhhh. Fine." She walked to the bathroom, and marched right in on him as he was peeing.
"What the fuck?"
"Listen, I've got rent to pay. I've got one job here, and that's to relax you asshole. So, suck it up, and let me suck your fucking dick, so I can get paid. I don't exactly love doing this, but I'm good as hell at it and it's easy money. So, can you quit being a fucking baby, and just, let me suck your dick." Damon glanced at her from the mirror, still taking a piss. He furrowed his brows angrily. She stood there, crossed her arms, and waited. He took his time, finishing, then zipping his pants.
"Can I maybe, wash my hands, first?" He cynically spoke. He didn't like her tone or language.
"Oh, yeah. Sure." She smiled, nervously and walked backwards closing the door. He took his time still and no matter what, moved on his terms. When he walked out of the bathroom, five long minutes later, he looked at her and headed towards the bedroom of the suite, signaling for her to follow. She walked behind him, and he shut the door, pushing her against it, glaring at her.
"Listen to me, don't ever talk to me like that. And don't ever walk in on a man taking a piss. It's a time he stands and doesn't think for once. He just pisses, and let's the shit in life that annoys him pause for few minutes. Anywhere from big things, to little minuscule shit. He saves it until he washes his hands, so he can figure out how to address it, when he walks out of the bathroom. Like how a woman was trying to suck my dick, but wasn't doing such a great job at it, and how can I let her know without hurting her feelings, that she did the opposite, which made my dick sad, when she thought she was a fucking pro. You're lucky I'm letting you stand here, in my presence after that none sense." He spoke with his finger in her face. "And your mouth, your fucking mouth. Don't talk like a trucker."
She nodded her head nervously. He backed away from her and sat on the bed unbuckling his pants, then he pointed at her, and signaled for her to come. She walked to him and stood before him. "Did you want me to-"
"Shhh. I make the rules. Now, get on your knees, and handle it with care. Don't handle it like a fucking escort. Handle it like a woman who loves a man, and she is dying to have her lips wrapped around his dick. You are really bad at jacking off, and you were kind of yanking it. Luckily I can take a lot of pain. But my lady, she handled it with care, and I've become accustomed to that. And that's not why I couldn't get hard, by the way. I couldn't get hard, because only one woman makes me hard, and you're not her. So, I recommend you follow my directions when sucking my cock. Whether you decided to take and keep my advice or not, I guarantee you'll have satisfied returning clients. But for now, do what I say. Don't treat your job like it's a fucking job. Treat it like it's a fantasy. And take that lipstick off, I don't like lipstick on my dick. My hygiene matters, and cheap lipstick will probably give me a rash." He glared, and his look was penetrative and painful, like a knife cutting her from the inside.
She was speechless. He was such an asshole. But, somehow she respected the hell out of it. She looked on afraid to move, and he just stare at her. "Did I stu-stu-stutter Cin with a "C"?" She shook her head no. "Speak with your mouth, not with you head!" He spoke sarcastically.
"No." She quickly wiped her lipstick off with her hand. Then he rolled his eyes when he saw lipstick on her hands. He tilted his head towards the bathroom, so she could wash her hands. When she walked back out she approached him cautiously waiting for his next command. He handed her a cloth napkin. "Wipe your hands. I don't want the lipstick anywhere near my dick."
"O...Kay." She wiped her hands and again, waited for his commands.
"Well, you going to get to work, it won't suck itself?"
"Y-y-yes."
"Call me Sir."
"Yes Sir."
He nodded downward so she could get started. She moved down towards his pants and started going to work, but with more effort this time. "I suppose he recommended you, because you resemble a type of woman I used to go for. But, it's not working. So, I'm going to pull my phone out, and look at a picture of her. Okay? Don't feel offended. It's not your fault. I'm just a man of particular tastes. One particular taste. And this will only be a blowjob. Nothing more." The girl nodded her head, followed with a timid yes sir, and placed her hands onto his semi erect penis. Parts of him got off on being an asshole. But the rest wouldn't work unless he saw a picture of Bonnie. Or closed his eyes and imagined her. But today he couldn't close his eyes. He had to direct this girl on how to suck him off the way Bonnie did it. And he never had to coach Bonnie, by the way. She was a natural. She sucked his dick, like a woman who loved a man, and couldn't wait to wrap her lips around his dick and taste him. And while she was tasting him, she wanted nothing more, but to let her hands and lips massage him with a sense of pride.
Most women don't know how to suck good dick. It takes more than spit and hands. It's an art, like dancing. Her mouth is the body, his dick is the guitar, and the two make love, and make poetry.
Same with eating pussy. It's an art. Not a hobby or a chore. It's wordless communication.
He was discovering his communication, came from a deeper place since having her in his life. He couldn't shake Bonnie.
But he damn sure tried.
...
Bonnie stare at her phone. She didn't call Mr. Parker back. She looked at the text she'd sent him twenty minutes ago.
I apologize if I snapped at you.
The process of what I'm going
through is taking a toll on me.
You didn't deserve it. Thank you
for all you're doing to help me.
She felt like such a teenager, nervous about how to sign her name, as they were in between greetings at the moment. He was no one to her. Just a PI doing a job. Why should she care how he feels? She's almost thirty years old. She should know how to talk to men on an interpersonal level.
oOo Bonnie oOo
He never responded, and I felt stupid. I opened my photos and saw pictures of Damon. He was so beautiful. He didn't try hard. He didn't smile often. He looked serious, more often than not. But I could smell him through the phone. Remembering that, Tom Ford, like it was permanently apart of his skin. Although, the freshly showered smell, of his, was my favorite. He just smelled like a brand new day to me. And my eyes are watering. I can't help it. Damon pulls too many emotions out of me. The thoughts, the memories, the images. His need for me was everything. And I missed that. But I knew I needed to see my life without him. I knew, I did the right thing, didn't I? It's been weeks. I've wallowed in my pity enough. I don't want to wallow anymore. I want to laugh everyday. Kai, was funny. Why do I care? I just, decided to turn my phone off. No one can call me tonight, or make me feel any shittier than I felt for being so snappy to him. Or maybe, it just felt better to turn my phone off knowing no one would call me, but pretending I turned it off, to avoid phone calls I wouldn't receive. "Sexventurist?" I laughed to myself. Then I poured a glass of wine and headed to my bathroom to take a shower. "Would a sexventurist settle for a shower head, and her fingers? No. She'd be out somewhere, having sex on the rooftop of a skyscraper, or joining the mile high club. Not getting ready to see if the old shower head can pull off some old tricks." I'm speaking to myself, turning the shower water on. Why? "Hot. And Jet streamed." I took my shower, and tried my old friend, the shower head. And nothing. "Fuck." My pussy was numb to everything but Damon. I took the rest of my shower in irritation, and got out quickly. Not even bothering to shave.
Bonnie realized her music shut off, after she turned her phone off. She went back to the device, turned it on, and searched music. She found a playlist, of mixed artists. Melanie Fiona, Erykah Badu, Meshelle Ndegeocello, and several others, with a mixture of songs she created years ago . "Hmmm." She didn't want to think too hard. "Shuffle." She walked away, and headed to her kitchen. "Late dinner. What to make?" Her hair was in a bun. Her shorts and tank top were plain white, and simple. She opted not to pure sweater back on, because she was hot and bothered.
(Ding Dong)
Her doorbell rang, and it crept up on her annoyingly slow. It was night time. "No... please." She huffed and ignored it quietly. Then, her phone rang, stopping her loud music, and ringing over the loud speaker. "Fuck. Well, whoever it is, knows I'm home anyway. Just a minnnuuute." She walked to her cell phone and saw the name. "Parker? Really?" She answered it. "Uhh, hey."
"Hey. I got your message."
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry about earlier. I just-" she took a pause, unsure of what to say, "so much ya know? I hope you can understand."
"Sure. I do. Also, I just wanted to let you know. I remembered how much you loved the Mac & Cheese the other night, that you ordered when we met for dinner last week. But you kept staring at my Shrimp Linguine. So, I brought you some."
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah. I've been standing on your porch for a few minutes, with my hands full. If maybe you could-"
"Oh crap. Hold on." She ran to the door, more like sped walked. And opened it to see a grinning, bearded guy with the twinkle in his grey eyes, standing there. With a cell phone and to go bag in one hand, and a bottle of wine, and DVD in the other hand. "Wow. People still rent those?"
He looked down at the DVD. "Uhh, yeah. People still rent. It's called RedBox. But I didn't rent this. It's mine. And yes, I still own dvd's. Especially classics." They stare at each other for a couple seconds, before he hunched his shoulders. "So, yeah, I may or may not, drop your Shrimp Lenguine."
"Oh, damn. I'm sorry." She giggled. "Wow, you didn't have to do this."
"Sure I did. You think I don't know when a woman is subliminally asking for food, wine, a movie, and company to take the place of her book, on a Saturday night?" He joked.
She looked at him with guilt, and shook her head. "I'm sorry. I, didn't mean to snap. But, this... like, I'm flabbergasted. I didn't expect... I mean, I didn't think-"
"It's okay. I'm a PI. I've come to read between the lines." He grinned. But she honestly had no idea she'd sent him any signals. And she didn't realize it nor did she try to. She was content on sitting at home, wallowing in her sorrow and taking cosmo quizzes, with her own wine, and sappy music. "I guess I can hang up my phone now. Unless of course, you want me to leave, then, I can just go ahead, and-"
She pulled him inside. "Okay. Umm, yeah, come on in. I was just-"
"Wow. No need to explain. Heartbreak much?" He said jokingly, when her music came back on. "Just kidding." He said, when she nodded her head embarrassingly.
"Rude."
"Sorry. I'm just, trying to be humorous, in such a epic failure kind of a way." He said, embarrassed.
"It's okay. I guess I'm pretty transparent."
"That... you are not, Ms. Bennett." Though he wished she was more transparent. "Listen, this is just a friendly gesture."
"Okay good. Because, you know, this is a business thing, and I'd hate for you to get the wrong impression about me."
"No. Definitely not. We had dinner the other night, and you were such a ball of energy. I was actually having a bad day that day. But you made it better. It was nice to be around you. Thought maybe you needed a friend. I know you're friends are planning weddings, and you mentioned you're not social since the process of your divorce, so I figured, I'd just be a distraction from the monotony."
"Yeah. You are." She nodded. "And I was starved trying to figure out what to cook myself."
"It's like nine pm. Who cooks that late?" He laughed.
"Someone with no social life these days." Bonnie playfully hit his chest. That tap, was enough to make him blush. "But, I can't eat your Shrimp Linguine."
"Don't say that." He spoke heartbroken.
"I'm allergic to shellfish."
"But you said how good my food looked."
"Yeah. It looked delicious, but I can't eat shrimp. Or I'll break out in hives. Not little red rashes either. I get the swelling of the mouth and skin. I'm not big on fish. But I love shrimp."
"So, you have eaten shrimp?"
"As a little girl, yes. I didn't develop the allergy until I was a teenager. My parents joked that I ate enough for a lifetime, and that's why I developed the allergy."
"Wow. This sucks." He rubbed the back of his head.
"It's okay. I know the number of a good pizza place. And they make amazing garlic knots."
"Well, there goes, my spontaneous, Saturday-night rescue gesture."
"It's okay. It's the thought that counts." He smiled coyly and noticed her magazines and pens. He looked at them and back at her.
"Reading, huh?"
Bonnie covered her face and laughed, "Caught."
"Red-handed. It's okay. I hear their quizzes are the best. Well, I brought your Saturday night to you. So, I have no idea if you're okay with this little movie I brought, don't know if you've heard of it. It's called Harlem Nights."
"Of course. Duh." She grinned. "I love that movie. What do you... know about that movie?"
"Pft. Don't let this white skin fool you. Because it's one of my favorites. And it's a guarantee to make you laugh, and I think laughter is what you need, right now. Some of comedy's greats." She shook her head grinning, and biting her finger. "What?"
"Nothing. You're just, an unexpected surprise, is all. And needed this..." she looked down at her pajamas, "I should probably change."
"Okay, well, tell me where to sit, or stand, and I'll do it."
"I have a den, downstairs in my basement. It's got the blue ray player. The only other one is in my bedroom. If you just, head to the right, and turn that corner, you'll see the stairway. If you can take the wine and movie down, I'll change clothes, and grab some wine glasses."
"Okay. Cool." He snapped his fingers, and clapped a hand on top of his fist, and followed directions.
...
Bonnie went into her room to grab some clothes that covered her body, respectfully. She grabbed her phone shut the music off, and walked downstairs. When she walked down there he'd figured out her set up already and got the movie on. The door bell rang after half an hour.
"I'll be right back. Pizzas here. Oh, and I hope you don't skip previews. I love previews."
"It's an old movie."
"So what. It's digitally remastered, with old previews of other great movies of the time. I love watching previews."
"How about I go grab the pizza, since I screwed up. And you start the previews over."
"No, I got it. Don't worry."
"I should get the food, because I'm supposed to be treating you this Saturday night."
"I'm a woman, perfectly capable of paying for food. It's no big deal."
"Fine then if you insist. I insist on making this up again."
"You mean, hanging out... again?"
"Yeah. I guess. I mean, if you want." Bonnie didn't respond. She just smiled, and headed upstairs towards the front door, for the pizza. He started previews over, and got the screen readjusted to the proper size. He heard her walking back downstairs.
"Gee, you must not watch tv down here."
"I don't watch much tv. I work six days a week."
"That's right. You're review business right? The one you opened with your best friend, who's getting married."
"Yes. I can't believe you remembered. Anyway, I'm rarely home."
"I can tell, because your screen setting were basically, still factory settings." He laughed.
"My ex husband wasn't one to get his hands dirty. With mechanical work, or house work. He was more of a white collar guy. And he wasn't even great at that." Her eyes rolled, until she laughed, at the demise of such a hard lessoned learned. Kai, didn't ask much about her exes, nor did she ever embellish on neither Damon or Kol. She was only business with him every time they'd met. As it should be. Tonight, she was headed out of her comfort zone, pouring them each a glass of wine.
He changed the subject. He was going to become a master at opening her up and getting to know her as a person. "So did you know, that this entire cast of characters has basically passed away?"
"Shut up. I didn't realize. Oh wait, yes, Della Reese and Charlie Murphy both past away, this past year. Love them both. Something a lot of people don't know about me, is my love for cinema. Especially, comedies. I kind of keep it to myself."
"Ooh, I get to share this with you. I feel blessed." He laughed. "Well, good. We get to see a movie, with all of these greats."
"Wow. Well, that makes choosing this movie perfect, then. Tribute movie."
"Basically. I'm glad you can appreciate the context of our night."
"Which is?"
"Paying tribute to the past, and moving forward with what we've learned from it."
Bonnie didn't know what to say to that, but she took it in, and got herself more comfortable. They sat next to each other on her leather recliners, paper plates with pizza logos, and wine glasses. "You know... red solo cups make so much more sense, right now." He joked making Bonnie laugh, looking at her wine glasses.
"So does beer. But I don't have that either."
"Damn woman, you're sassy."
"Better believe it."
"What a night. Pizza on paper plates, and wine in glasses."
She realized how tacky it all was. Bonnie didn't do tacky. But it was funny. "It's pretty ridiculous right?"
"Juuuuust a little." He pinched his fingers together, and smiled.
"Sorry. I actually don't own solo cups, or casual things of that nature. I'm kind of bourgeois."
"I can see that. Your house is immaculate. Even your lounge room is leather seating." Damon was more bourgeois than Bonnie. Or maybe they were at the same level, but he just had more money. She didn't realize how bourgeois she was until Kai asked for a solo cup. Hell, she didn't even own plastic cups. All wine glasses, champagne flutes, and Bourbon glasses. "A woman of exquisite taste."
"Kind of. Although I won't allow you to make me so pretentious."
"Well, I'm a man of causal tastes, and very simple pleasures. We kind of meshed our styles together tonight." He smiled.
"Yeah, I guess we did."
Even though she loved previews, they found themselves talking through them and laughing about them. And she had no idea her night would turn out this way. Sitting at home sulking was fine. But, somehow this was better. Because it was pretty unexpected.
Especially the way they just... got along so easily.
So, Damon is lost right now. Deciding who he is with and without Bonnie, and he has to try and make those differences one and the same. He has to decide what he wants, but in the meantime, he just got hit hard by Andie and Kol. And yes... those two will get what is coming to them. Everything has to play out. Bonnie meeting Kai was necessary. She will learn more about herself over the next few chapters. Her relationships will be tested, because she's in a place of trying to be a bit selfish, but trying to feel free also. Kai is also investigating Kol, and that will all come out. Little by little. She will learn about everything. While she's learning about herself. And it makes sense she's not in a serious relationship with Damon right now, because she has to focus on bringing Kol down. Lily's relationship with Bonnie will play a huge role in this story. And we want to see Bonnie and Damon grow as something deeper than sex. We know they connect mentally and physically. But they both need to repair their emotional bond and connection. And both came into this, with a lot of baggage. And as we know by now D/s relationships, require a deep emotional bond. Because eventually a long term D/s life has always been Damon's goal with Bonnie. But, can they ever get there? Thx for reading!
And yes I'll be updating other stories soon. I've been focused on a couple at a time so I can get a few chaps out at a time. I'm trying to end some stories :)