AN: Thanks for sparking my muse. HOLLER...RUFF-RUFF!
It was Friday night and everyone was letting loose after a long hard week of working and on top of that it was payday.
All the guys chipped in and bought food and booze for a barbecue.
That was a few hours ago.
With the coming of the night, it turned into a full fledge party with a bonfire going and drunk girls dancing buck naked around it.
Everyone was pretty much lit except for Bonnie who sat a few yards away from everybody nursing a beer that Damon shoved into her hand about an hour ago telling her to have some fun before he disappeared.
But this wasn't Bonnie's type of fun.
And besides, she was cold. The little hoodie she wore did nothing to protect her from the cool night air but no one else seemed to be affected by the drop in temperature. It was probably due to all of the alcohol they were consuming warming their blood.
Damon and Stefan had been gone for a while. Bonnie wondered what was going on. It couldn't have been anything serious because all the guys were still there partying and enjoying themselves.
She watched as Tyler tongued kissed some blonde, the two of them going at it like a bunch of horny teenagers.
And speaking of teenagers, Jeremy was blushing profusely trying not to gawk so openly at the naked girls dancing around the bonfire while Enzo thoroughly enjoyed the show, probably deciding which one of them he was going to fuck tonight.
Elena skipped on the fun. Bonnie overheard Jeremy telling Stefan that she wasn't feeling well.
With Elena out of commission that meant Bonnie would have had to make dinner for everyone, so she was so relieved when the guys decided to barbecue.
The last few weeks saw Bonnie trying to learn how to cook.
But she didn't think she was ready to be making meals completely on her own so soon. It would be a total disaster. She just wasn't built that way. Doing domestic things like cooking, cleaning and taking care of a household weren't her forte. And living in Klaus's mansion didn't help things because she became truly spoiled having everything done for her by the staff who ran his household.
It was nice living the good life and not having to worry about lifting a finger to do anything.
Klaus was very generous with her. He covered all of her expenses.
He even bought Bonnie's clothes for her, teaching her how to dress and do her make up and hair in a way that enhanced her beauty.
It was him who showed her how to walk that fine line between sexy and slutty.
While all the groupies at the mansion looked like Kelly Bundy knock-offs minus the big 90s hair, she stood out like a diamond in the rough, looking tasteful and expensive.
Klaus once informed Bonnie that he patterned her look after that of an expensive escort.
When she asked him what an escort was and he basically told her that it was a high-class whore, she started laughing not taking offense whatsoever knowing that Klaus had a certain image that he had to maintain and she was the necessary prop that he needed to achieve that.
He got a real big kick out of watching other men drool over her.
But if anyone dared to touch Bonnie, Klaus would make them regret ever laying eyes on her.
A leather jacket was suddenly placed around her slender shoulders.
Turning slightly and looking up, Bonnie saw Damon standing behind her. She immediately slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled the jacket closed over her chest to keep warm.
"Thank you." She said gratefully as he sat down on the ground close beside her with his legs bent and arms wrapped around his knees.
"Why are you sitting here by yourself? I told you to have some fun."
Her jaw tensed. "Sorry, I didn't know it was an order."
Damon watched her bring the beer bottle to her lips and take a small sip. His words clearly having rubbed her the wrong way.
He sighed softly. "It wasn't an order Bonnie."
"Good to know." She said staring straight ahead and not at him. "Besides...I'm not really into bonfires and beer."
The way she said it felt like a slight dig to Damon. Once again feeling like Bonnie was comparing him to Klaus and thinking he was low class.
He didn't like it and decided to bring her down a peg.
"Yeah I forgot. You're more of a cocaine and expensive champagne kind of girl."
He took the beer from her hand, tipping it up to his mouth to drink.
There was a time when Bonnie would have served Damon his balls for saying something like that to her, but not now knowing the consequences of making him angry. She was so afraid of setting him off that she bit her tongue whenever he said some fuck shit to her.
Damon waited for a smart ass comeback from her and when it never came he was a little disappointed.
"So how's that going by the way, any withdrawal symptoms?" He asked while staring at her profile because she refused to look at him.
"Don't worry about it, I'm good."
"Are you?"
She finally looked at him. "If I'm not, what are you going to do about it Damon...send me to rehab?"
He stared into Bonnie's eyes for a moment before reaching out to caress her soft cheek.
"No...I couldn't take you being away from me for so long."
Bonnie searched his eyes and realized he was being truthful. He honestly felt that way. Not being able to take his intensity, she pulled away from his hand, turning her gaze back to the bonfire. Not understanding why he was so obsessed with her. It was scary.
Bonnie knew she was beautiful. But so were a million other girls.
Why did he set his sight on her? What the fuck did she do to capture his attention?
It was baffling to Bonnie.
Damon could see that his admission made her uncomfortable, but he didn't regret his words.
Even though she was no longer cold, Bonnie still visibly shuttered. "It's getting pretty chilly out here. I think I'm going to head inside...call it a night."
Standing to her feet, she took off Damon's leather jacket and handed it to him.
"No keep it." He said to her, standing to his feet as well.
Bonnie was about to protest when the two of them were interrupted.
"Finally, I've found you. Now the night can really begin."
Bonnie turned her head to see a very attractive brunette standing there staring expectantly up at Damon.
It quickly became awkward when he didn't acknowledge the girl, his gaze still focused on Bonnie.
Confused by his behavior, the girl's eyes finally swung her way as if noticing Bonnie for the first time and she blinked, looking her up and down.
"Damon, whose she?"
He finally gave the intruder his attention and saw Krystal standing there looking like she was ready to stake her claim and he wasn't having it. The two of them had hooked up a few times. It was nothing serious. So he was going to nip this shit in the bud before it started making sure that Krystal understood things crystal clear.
"My woman...and we were right in the middle of a conversation, so if you don't mind..."
For a second it looked like Krystal wanted it the hard way.
He was trying to be nice about the situation by not outright telling her to get lost that he was done with her.
But if she wanted to make a scene, he would oblige her.
With those thoughts in mind, Damon's face hardened, alerting Krystal that she was about to get her feelings hurt and she backed down.
"I guess that's my cue to leave then." She said swallowing hard.
Looking at Damon one last time with some regret in her eyes, she turned and walked away.
Bonnie watched her go. Not feeling sorry for her at all because she knew her type.
The type to get in wherever they fit in.
Klaus mansion was crawling with girls like her on the weekends.
She was another Hayley Marshall.
No longer wearing the leather jacket Bonnie was cold again and she shivered.
Seeing this, Damon took the jacket and draped it around her shoulders once more.
"Thanks."
"No problem." He said staring down at her curiously.
Bonnie adjusted the jacket more securely around her, holding it together in front of her to keep warm.
When she finally looked up and saw the way he was looking at her, her brows quirked.
"What?"
"Aren't you going to ask me about her?" Wanting to find out if Bonnie was the jealous type.
Cold. Her stomach trying to hurt from the few sips of beer she drank. And just plain wanting to go inside and get away from everyone.
Bonnie wasn't really thinking and the unbridled truth rolled out of her mouth. Unfiltered.
"No, why would I? It's none of my business."
Well damn.
Not at all being what he expected to hear, Damon damn near winced by the indifference of her response.
If this had happened a few weeks ago Bonnie's reaction would make sense to him, but a lot had changed since then with the two of them coming to an understanding of sorts.
So this nonchalance of hers felt wrong.
Not that Damon expected Bonnie to go into some jealous rage over Krystal. What was getting to him was how non-bothered she was and it left him feeling some type of way.
To his thinking, she might as well have said she didn't give a fuck what he did or who he did it with.
Same difference.
And that was a problem.
Damon wanted a relationship with Bonnie and all that entailed.
But if she didn't give a damn about him being with other women, what kind of relationship was that?
"You're my woman now Bonnie." He reminded her. "So that makes it your business."
Realizing too late that her response wasn't appropriate to the situation, she tried to clean it up in order for it to make sense.
"I-I know that Damon...all I meant was that I don't care about your past. It's not important to me...it's history."
Bonnie held his gaze as he searched her eyes being careful not to react in the slightest way that would reveal her lie.
She knew he believed her when he suddenly smiled. "You're right. The past is the past. What counts is right now."
Bonnie didn't say anything.
"And right now, I want to kiss you...so come here."
Taking hold of the front of the jacket, he pulled her in for a kiss, his mouth taking control over hers within seconds of their lips pressing together.
But then it went from controlling to possessing with his tongue filling her mouth to the point of suffocation.
When Damon's mouth finally released hers, he was panting heavily with need, his forehead resting against hers.
"Damn. I want you so much. I got to have you tonight Bonnie. I can't wait anymore."
"Damon, we're ready to play poker...everybody's waiting, come on!"
Damon continued to stare intensely into Bonnie's eyes as if they hadn't be interrupted yet again.
"Tonight, okay." He said to her with his voice thick with desire.
Bonnie's head nodded stiffly in agreement.
Damon kissed her lips once more before letting go of the jacket and her.
"Yo Damon, come on man!"
"I'm gonna play poker with the guys for a couple of hours and then I'll be upstairs. Get sexy for me." He said biting his lip.
As soon as Damon walked away from her, Bonnie began to panic. She ran her hands through her hair messing it up more than the light wind did. Not knowing what else to do, she began to walk back to the house.
Two hours.
She had two hours to get herself together. Mentally. Damn getting sexy for him.
It was her mind she had to prepare because just the thought of letting him fuck her was making her want to jump right out of her skin.
Because everyone was outside, it was nice and quiet inside of the house when Bonnie stepped through the door. She closed it back shut, her petite body sagging lightly against it.
Maybe Damon would drink too much while playing poker and be too drunk to fuck her.
Or maybe he would get into a fight with one of the guys over money and get his ass beat and need to be rushed to the hospital.
It was those kind of thoughts that ran through Bonnie's mind and she started laughing almost hysterically at how ridiculous she was being knowing damn well that in two hours Damon would be pounding into her unmercifully trying to break her in two.
Bonnie knew if she didn't stop thinking about it she would make herself sick.
Pushing herself from off the door, she walked through the foyer and stopped once she got to the living room because she saw the bar stocked with all that liquor.
She needed something to calm her nerves because if she didn't there was more than a good chance that she would freak the fuck out and Damon wouldn't like that. He would make her pay dearly for fighting back.
No Damon liked it when she was sweet and did nice things for him like a good little mindless girlfriend.
Bonnie poured herself a small glass of bourbon and took a sip. It tasted just as gross as she remembered. But she didn't need for it to taste good.
Pinching her nose closed, she downed the drink in two big swallows.
Other than her throat burning like it was on fire, she was fine.
About to pour herself another glass, Bonnie heard voices coming into the house.
Hurriedly placing the bottle of bonbon back were it belonged, Bonnie left the living room and headed towards the kitchen in order to take the back staircase up to the bedrooms.
Feeling on edge now more than ever she began to pace back and forth inside Damon's master bedroom.
That one glass of bourbon wasn't enough she needed something else to calm her nerves and then it hit her.
Rushing into the bathroom, Bonnie went to the medicine cabinet and slide it open and there sat Damon's prescription of Valium the doctor left for him to take for his pain after the removal of the bullet from his shoulder.
Bonnie couldn't believe she thought of that.
Practically ripping the bottle open she poured one pill into her hand and popped it into her mouth.
She didn't need water to swallow it, having had a history of popping pills like candy back in high school.
Replacing the bottle, she closed the cabinet shut and went to the bathtub where she began to fill it up with water putting in some bubble bath.
She would take a nice hot bath and wait for the pill to kick in and do its magic.
Undressing right there with her clothes now a pile on the floor, Bonnie slipped into the tub sighing softly once her body was fully submerged in the water.
It took ten minutes for her to feel her body relaxing and she closed her eyes.
"Yes. Yes. That's what I'm talking about. Relax me Val. You my girl. That's right make me nice and relaxed for that bastard to climb on top of me and do his business."
When Bonnie heard what she uttered aloud, she started laughing. "Hell naw."
She must be bugging to be up here talking like she in the Color Purple.
"Maybe I should've checked the dosage on that Valium." Her head fell gently back against the tub as she closed her eyes.
But then she thought about what she did before hand.
"Oh shit, the bourbon!"
Alcohol and powerful pain killers like Valium did not mixed, and she was soaking in a hot bath.
It was like she was setting the scene for her own damn overdose.
"What the hell am I thinking?"
Bonnie got her ass out of that tub.
Feeling kind of sluggish, it took her longer than normal to dry her body off with a towel.
When done, she dropped it on the floor with the rest of her clothes.
Leaving the bathroom, she carefully made her way over to the bed and crawled underneath the covers completely naked, needing to lay down for a minute.
Bonnie woke up the moment she felt the heavy press of Damon's body on top of hers. He laid between her legs and he was naked. She could feel his hardening length twitching against her leg and she froze instantly with fear.
"I'm not going to hurt you Bonnie. I only want to make you feel good, okay. I'm gonna take care of you."
But her body refused to listen to the soft words he whispered against her lips and she began to tremble underneath him.
Undeterred, Damon began to kiss her gently. His lips making a pathway down her body with one destiny in mind, wanting to make her see that he only wanted to give her pleasure.
When his mouth found its way between her legs and she felt the warm soft press of his lips and then his tongue caressing her clit, Bonnie's lower body bucked off the bed involuntarily.
Damon's hand shot up and gently splayed over her stomach to hold her still as his mouth went to work to bring her to orgasm.
With non-stop attention being slowly lavished upon her pussy it didn't take long for pleasure like Bonnie had never known before to envelop her, rocking her body to its very core.
She laid still as Damon continued to kiss her softly down there sending tiny little aftershocks of pleasure throughout her body like he was trying to make her come again.
Feeling upset and confused by her body's response to him, Bonnie covered her face with her hands on the verge of tears not understanding how she could ever enjoy anything that this man did to her sexually. He raped her. And yet he was able to make her body come with his mouth.
What the hell was wrong with her? Was she just as sick in the head as he was?
When Damon finally made his way back up her body, he loomed over her with a shit-eating grin on his handsome face and shame washed over her.
Damon Salvatore was a monster and Bonnie wanted nothing to do with him.
If he was going to fuck her than she would rather it hurt and be painful than feel any kind of pleasure from this sick bastard.
Knowing how to set Damon off and make him angry, Bonnie slapped his face as hard as she could, wiping that smug grin from off his glistening pink lips.
His anger was instantaneous. "What the fuck you do that for?!"
Not saying anything, she did it again.
"What the hell's gotten into you...have you lost your fucking mind?!" He yelled in her face.
"Yes I've lost my fucking mind! Because you've made me crazy just like you and I hate you! I fucking hate you, you sick twisted bastard!" She screamed, hitting him all in the face and his head with her free hand.
Having had enough, Damon roughly grabbed her wrist stopping her, pinning it above her head with the other one. "I swear to god Bonnie if you don't stop I'm gonna..."
She spit into his face.
"What?! What are you going to do to me Damon...rape me again? Go ahead, do it! Punish me! I know you got it in you! You just can't let me get away with bitch slapping you and spitting in your pretty-boy face! What will the guys think when they find out how badly I disrespected you and you didn't make me pay?! So do it! Rape me, Damon!"
Damon's grip tightened around Bonnie's wrists as he lowered his head to her pillow, wiping the spit from his face and then he turned towards her to whisper into her ear.
"I'm on to you, girlie. You think I don't know what you're doing? I've got you running scared because you loved the way my mouth felt on that sweet pussy of yours and now you're afraid that if I continue to blow your mind, you'll start catching feelings for me. And you can't have that can you because I'm the big bad wolf and I bite." For emphasis he gently bit the side of her neck with his teeth. "You want me to rape you so you can have a reason to hate me. But I'm not going to do it because I have other plans for you Ms. Bennett."
Releasing one of her wrists, he licked his thumb and placed it between her legs where he began to rubbed her clit.
Bonnie turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut to stop herself from moaning in pleasure.
"Don't fight the feeling baby because there's more to come...I'm going to make you so fucking wet that you're going to be dripping for me."
He slipped a finger inside of her and began to fuck her with his hand, his lips finding their way to her exposed neck .
Bonnie wanted to grab his hand to make him stop because she didn't know how long she could keep her moans of pleasure inside, but he had both of her hands restrained in the strong grip of his much larger one.
"That's right baby, feel what I'm doing to you."
Damon lowered his head to her heaving chest and began his assault on her breasts, taking one supple titty into his mouth and sucking on her nipple.
When her body began to jerk slightly Damon knew she was about to come but she was trying to fight it, so he zeroed in on the rubbing of her clit by applying more pressure forcing an orgasm from her.
As pleasure shot through her, Damon took that moment of distraction to enter her body finding no resistance as he slowly made the path inside of her.
Bonnie hissed at being filled so completely and waited for it to hurt, but it didn't.
Damon began to move and suddenly her body became flooded with all of these amazing new sensations she'd never felt before. Without her permission, her legs locked around his waist.
Damon was gone. Lost in a sea of pleasure.
Bonnie felt so good to him that he couldn't taunt her with words.
He just lowered his head onto the pillow next to Bonnie's and slowly fucked another orgasm out of her before succumbing to his own.
When it was over, Damon remained embedded deeply inside of Bonnie not wanting to remove himself from her warm delicious body.
He peppered light kisses along her slender shoulder, feeling ridiculously happy about the night's events.
"Don't you want to know my plans for you Bonnie?" He whispered into her ear.
Not answering him, she just stared up at the ceiling with tears shining in her eyes.
"I'm going to make you love me."