A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews!

I had someone point out that as a teacher Elena would never pose in lingerie. And you're completely right (face palm moment). For the sake of the story Elena isn't super invested in being a teacher, she does it purely for a paycheck. Obviously her passion is writing. I realize now that it was a mistake to have her do that, so hopefully you can look past how unrealistic that was... And to answer that persons comment about will her posing in lingerie be a problem? The answer is no. That is not the direction I was going with this story. It was more to show how Damon makes her feel differently than she did with Stefan. She's finding sides of her that she never knew existed. That was the purpose.

Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter!

WARNING RATED M.

"I was completely immersed in your story from the second I picked it up," The book editor, Fiona said leaning forward in her chair.

We were sitting in her office which was made up of see-through glass. It felt more prestigious than anything I had ever been to. I felt out of place. Her outfit probably cost as much as my car. She had her hair pulled back in a perfect bun. Her skin was flawless, her teeth a blinding white, made into perfect rows. I couldn't stop staring at her, and I couldn't believe she was talking so highly about my book.

"I can't wait to get started working on it together," she continued. "Once this book hits the shelves it will be sold out. I'm seeing sold out book tours and movie rights"-

"What?" I couldn't help but laugh. It seemed ridiculous. Maybe she read the wrong book. "Are you sure you called the right person? I mean… I like to think it's good. But sold-out book tours? And movie rights? That seems impossible. Like… like a dream."

"I'm serious," she looked me in the eye with such intensity, I knew she was telling the truth. "I read so many books a day and ninety-five percent of them get tossed in the trash. The other five percent are good and go on to be published. In my career I find a book I call a diamond in the rough. It's so beautiful amongst a pile of garbage and I can feel it in my gut that it's going to bring so much success."

"I appreciate the compliment," I said baffled. "I just- I can't believe it!"

"Believe it," she smiled. She slid over a bunch of paperwork and started talking about things I had never heard of. There was so much to consider about publishing a book, I never imagined there would be so much to do. I was overwhelmed with all the information she was throwing at me.

Papers. Documents. Folders. I was leaving with almost twenty pounds worth of stuff I needed to look over. I had so much to consider and think about, but it made me so excited. I always wanted to be a writer, and now my dreams were coming true. It was scary and thrilling all at the same time. I couldn't wait to get home and get started on my future.

Damon's alarm clock was blaring. I wasn't even aware he came back to the hotel. He must have been very quiet, or I was just a really hard sleeper.

He reached over to his phone, silencing the alarm. He rolled over sitting up on an elbow, looking down at me. "Lets' go," he looked down at me.

"Go where?" I looked at him confused. We weren't leaving until tomorrow.

"I have plans with you," he laid his hand on my waist pulling me close to him. "I owe someone a nice dinner for saving the photo shoot."

"It's morning," I reminded him.

"Yeah, well I need to buy you a nice dress," he fiddled with the ends of my hair. "And shoes to go with the dress. Maybe some jewelry…"

"Damon," I smiled at him. "That's not necessary."

"Yes, it is," he ran his hand over my cheek. "It's the least I can do." He jumped out of bed and scooped me up. "Now go take a quick shower. We have places to be honey."

"How about here?" He opened up the door to a very high-end women's clothing store. It was all very dressy stuff. It was very elegant yet trendy.

I looked at the first thing in front of me and found the price tag, "Damon," I gasped. "There is no way I am letting you buy me something here."

He glanced at the price tag and didn't even flinch. "Did I mention I am getting paid a lot for this photo shoot. Plus, the one I did for the fragrance line. I already have more money than I know what to do with."

"Still," I sighed. "That's a lot of money for something that I'll wear once or twice."

"It's worth it for me," he smirked. "Look around. Get something you really like. Get some shoes, and whatever else you want. I'm going to go look for a men's place. I could use something nice for a change."

Before I could protest, he left me in a flash.

I walked around feeling so out of place. I was wearing jean shorts and a tank top. I'm sure the ladies that worked here were giggling, thinking there was no way I could afford anything here.

I looked at all the nicely dressed mannequins as I scanned for something that caught my eye. I had wanted to impress Damon. I had a feeling things may take a turn tonight, but I had no idea. There were some things I wanted to talk to him about tonight. I needed to know what happened between him and Stefan.

I found a simple red dress. It had thin straps, and it was form fitting. It was just above the knee making it look more classy and less clubby. I looked at the price tag and cringed. It was similarly priced to the one I looked at with Damon.

"Can I help you?" A nicely dressed woman with her hair pulled back to a perfect bun asked.

"Uhh," I grabbed one of the red dresses off the rack that was my size. "Can I try this on?"

She looked me up and down with obvious judgement. "Sure."

She led me to a dressing room and left me to change.

I stripped off my clothes and pulled on the snug dress. It fit perfectly, hugging me in all the right places. It was sexy, yet sophisticated.

I sighed not wanting to take it off, but I had to if I wanted to buy it. I let it fall to my ankles, before nicely hanging it back on the hanger. I put my clothes back on and exited the dressing room. I was surprised to see the lady waiting for me.

"Are you going to buy it?" She asked.

"I will," I nodded. "My… friend is actually. He just went to another store quick. I'm just going to wait for him."

"I can leave it behind the counter for you," she sounded doubtful. She must think I'm going to shoplift or something.

"Oh yeah," I handed the dress to her. "I'm going to go look at some shoes."

She gave me a tight-lipped smile before heading off to the shoes. I searched through the shoes finding a nice pair of black pumps, "Jeez," I said under my breath. I was going to find a cheap pair somewhere else. This was ridiculous. I decided to try them on, to kill time. I could sense the lady staring at me. She kept walking by pretending to adjust things.

I stood up in the heels testing them out.

"Are you going to get those?" I heard Damon from behind me.

"No," I snorted. "They are $740."

He shrugged, "Get 'em."

"Damon I can't," I shook my head.

The sales lady walked by and Damon stopped her. "She is going to get those," He looked at me. "Did you pick out something to wear tonight?"

I nodded, "It's behind the counter," I swallowed nervously.

"Jewelry?" He asked.

"I don't need any," I shook my head.

He rolled his eyes, "I guess we are ready to check out then."

The woman looked shocked as she walked us to a register. She scanned the items, "Your total is $1,954," she told Damon.

Damon handed her a credit card unaffected by the price.

She rung us out and then handed Damon a garment bag and put the shoe box in a bag. He carried both as we left the store.

"I can't believe you just spent that on me," I told him as the door closed behind us.

"It was a drop in the bucket," he smirked.

"Did you find something to wear?" I noticed he wasn't carrying anything extra when he came back in the store.

"Yeah," he said as we walked down the sidewalk. "It's being tailored as we speak. I have to pick it up in a couple of hours."

"That's quick," I said.

"I paid a little extra to have it done as quickly as possible," he shrugged. "Where to next? You want your nails done, or your hair or whatever?"

"Damon stop," I nudged his shoulder with mine. "I already feel incredibly guilty that you spent almost two thousand dollars on me. Plus, my plane ticket and the hotel."

"Well actually the gig paid for travel and stay…" he admitted. "Come on," He grabbed my hand pulling me into another store.

I blushed when I realized it was a lingerie store, "Damon," I whispered, tugging on his hand towards the door.

"Relax sweetheart," He tugged me. He walked me into the store, taking me to a giant wall mural. He spun me in front of him, his hands gripping my waist, his lips at my ear. "That's going to be you baby," he referred to the models posed in the giant picture. They looked incredible. It was intimidating looking up at them.

"This?" I pointed at the picture. "I thought it was for the website?"

"Yes, and in all his stores," he squeezed me tighter.

"Can I help you guys?" A much nicer lady interrupted us. Her smile was warm and inviting.

"Yes," Damon answered right away. "My girl could use some new panties," he smirked down at me. "I keep ruining them when I rip them off of her." He gave the lady an apologetic smile.

"Sure," she giggled. "Follow me."

I turned to Damon so embarrassed, "You're terrible," I whispered. But something in me was excited at the way he said my girl. He winked at me and chuckled, enjoying the fact that he was embarrassing me.

We followed the lady to a wide selection of underwear. "There are all kinds of shapes and different cuts here. You should find what you're looking for," She smiled warmly before leaving us be.

Damon picked up a pair of floss, "Now we're talking."

I blushed. I had never shopped for intimates with a man before. It made me feel shy and awkward. But with Damon it was thrilling.

"Are we actually going to buy me underwear?" I looked through the many colors in front of me.

"I told you I was going to buy your outfit for tonight," he walked around, touching everything in sight. "Unless you were planning to go commando, that would include undergarments."

I blushed as I picked up a pair of black lacy underwear. I liked the style.

"You should get red," he held up a pair of red panties. "You'd look good in red."

I smiled glad that I went with a red dress. He was going to be satisfied with my pick tonight.

I grabbed the underwear from his hands, "I can't believe I'm letting you pick my underwear."

He grinned, "Make sure you get a bra too."

I shook my head as I veered off to the bra section. I needed something strapless, otherwise you'd see the straps.

I found a matching red strapless bra, and grabbed the hanger satisfied I found one so perfect. I slung the panties around the head of the hanger and went to go find Damon.

"You should get this too," Damon said pointing at a mannequin as I walked up to him. "You'd look good in purple too."

It was a dark purple corset, with a matching thong and garter belt and thigh high stockings.

"You think you get to see me in this?" I teased pointing at the mannequin. "In your dreams."

"Well, I got to see you topless already so…" he did that eye thing that made me all giddy.

"That was purely for photography," I stuck my nose in the air trying not to smile.

"It was taken on my phone," he reminded me. "Where only I can see it."

"Did you guys find what you needed?" The woman interrupted us, and I was thankful. I had nothing clever to say back.

"She's getting those," he gestured to the items in my hand. "And all of this," he pointed to the mannequin, "in a small."

"I'll get that for you," the woman smiled politely while I glared at Damon.

After we wrapped up on our shopping spree and picked up Damon's clothes we headed back to the hotel. I did my hair and makeup and got dressed. I enjoyed Damon's reaction when he saw me in the dress. He was speechless.

I had to admit my reaction was the same. He looked so good in a tailored navy suit. He kept it simple with no tie or anything. He left the top few buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned revealing just a tiny bit of his chest. It was like he was teasing me.

We took a cab to the restaurant. It was the nicest place I'd ever eaten at. The tables were lined with pristine white table clothes. Low light candles flickered in the center. The high vaulted dark wood ceilings with beautiful crystal chandeliers hanging down. "This is beautiful," I commented after we both ordered our meal.

He nodded in agreement, drinking from his glass full of wine. "So are you."

I blushed at his comment. "So…" I switched the subject. "I wanted to ask you something?"

"Hmm?" He looked at me curious.

"What happened between you and Stefan?" I bit my lip; nervous I would ruin the mood for the evening.

He cleared his throat, as he adjusted himself in his seat. "Are you sure you want to know?"

I nodded, "I need to."

"To put it simply… He had sex with my ex," Damon took another sip of his wine.

"What?" I was shocked by his confession. "Why? How?"

"Her name was Katherine," he started. "Her dad and our dad were best friends; we grew up together. Stefan and I both had a crush on her since the day we met her. I dated her when I was 16 and she was 15. We dated for two years, and then when I went off to college, she dumped me."

"You went to college?"

He chuckled, "That's what you have a question about?"

I shook my head, "When did they have sex?"

"I wasn't going to come back for thanksgiving break, but last minute I decided to drive back late at night. When I got home, I noticed Katherine's car in the driveway. I thought maybe she figured I was coming home so she was waiting for me. When I got home, I made my way to my room, I heard things coming from Stefan's room, and…" he paused thinking of the memory. "I saw them together… naked."

"That doesn't sound like Stefan," I shook my head in disbelief. "He wouldn't do that."

"I thought the same thing," he sighed. "That's what made me hate him."

"So why did you think he'd make you sound like the villain?" I leaned forward interested.

"Because I knew he was in love with her too when I started dating Katherine. But he was just a kid."

"Are you still mad at him?" I wondered.

He swallowed, "I stopped being mad a long time ago. I was just too stubborn to tell him that."

I was surprised at his confession. We didn't talk about Stefan much, mainly because I didn't think he wanted to.

"It sucks you know?" Damon broke the silence. "Going almost 10 years without speaking to my brother, and then he dies unexpectedly."

"You regret holding a grudge?"

"Of course, I do," he finished off his glass before pouring himself more, from the bottle he purchased for our table. "It still haunts me."

"He loves you," I told him.

Damon's eyes flashed at me, and I saw the pain in them. "I wish I could change things."

I gave him a sympathetic smile, "Me too."

"Why what would you change?"

"I just wish I would have appreciated him more," I fiddled with the napkin in my lap. "I wish I would've told him how great he was more often. He always made sure to do that for me."

Damon gave me a half smile. "Oh Stefan," he reminisced. "He was such a sensitive little thing."

I giggled in agreement, "that he was."

Damon's smile faded just a little, "I miss him," he said so quietly I wasn't sure he even said it.

"So, do I," I whispered back. "Do you think that's why you and I get along so well?"

"Because we're both lonely and regretful?" He teased.

"No," I laughed. "Because only we can understand how the other one feels. Maybe we are just a really good distraction for each other."

"You want to know what I think?" He leaned forward, intensely looking at me.

I nodded.

Just as he was about to speak the waitress came with our food. I was distracted by the way it looked and smelt that I forgot what we were even talking about.

"Ok now this is amazing," Damon hummed as he took a bite of his steak.

I nodded in agreement, "So good."

We were both silent for a while as we ate our food. When I looked at the menu, I thought it was highly overpriced. But as I sat here eating my food, I would sell a kidney for this crab linguini. It was the best thing I ever tasted; I would've paid double.

"So, you really went to college?" I teased.

"I dropped out after a year," he smirked. "I took a photography class and decided that's what I was going to do for the rest of my life."

"Well, it paid off," I smiled at him.

"Speaking of," he reached into his jacket pocket and handed me a folded piece of paper. "That's for you."

I opened the piece of paper realizing it was a check for $1,200. "What's this for?"

"Modeling," he winked. "They paid you."

"That's too much," I shook my head handing the check back.

"No, you deserve it. You deserve more actually," he took a bite of his mashed potatoes. "You saved everyone's ass."

"I really didn't do much."

"Wait until you see the pictures…you look," he made a sound between a moan and a growl. "You did amazing."

"You made me look good," I shook my head.

"I think you might be blind," he sounded concerned. "If you only saw yourself the way I see you." He dug out his cellphone and clicked through his photos. He slid his phone over. "Look at that."

It was the one he took of me topless on the couch. I flushed at seeing myself like that. I looked so daring and seductive. I almost didn't recognize myself. The old Elena would never have done something like this. That was pre-Damon, Elena. I was different now. I had come alive.

I studied the photo feeling envious of the girl in the picture. I wish I could always feel this way. So empowered, and confident. Damon really pushed that to the surface. I wish that would trickle into other parts of my life. Like myself as a writer, and myself as a teacher.

"I told you," he broke my trance.

I slid his phone back to him, "that's all you. You're the only one that's ever made me do something like that."

"It was in you all along," he gave me a sweet smile. "I just brought it to the surface."

Damon helped me out of the cab, as we walked into the hotel. "I wish we didn't have to go back to reality tomorrow," I groaned.

He chuckled, "Yeah. Back to being a bartender for me."

"Yeah, until you get your next gig," I smiled. "Which will probably be any day now."

He pressed the button on the elevator after we stepped in, "crossing my fingers."

"I had a really good time," I looked at him. "Thanks for bringing me along."

"I think you might have to tag along every time, my little muse," he smirked.

"Until I have to go back to teaching in the fall," I reminded him.

The elevator doors opened, and we walked to our hotel room. Damon opened the door with his key card, and we both stepped inside. I immediately removed my heels, sighing as my arches were able to flatten out, and my Achilles was able to stretch.

Damon whipped off his jacket and removed his shoes as well. I walked over to the bed, and fell backwards into the mattress.

Damon chuckled as he laid down next to me, "Are you tired?"

"Not really," I rolled on my side to face him. "The bed just feels really nice. Are you tired?"

"No," he half smiled.

We looked deeply into each other's eyes. I was still so unsure what he thought about me. He was so flirty, so touchy. But I had no idea if it was lust or if was something more.

"Are you…" I didn't know how to ask this. "Do you hang out with me, as some sort of… revenge thing for what Stefan did to you with Katherine?"

His eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "What makes you think that?"

I shrugged, "It's hard to read you."

"You think I'm out for revenge on my dead brother?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"I don't know," I buried my head in the pillows. "I can't tell if this is just what you're like with all the girls… Or if it's some kind of way of sticking it to him."

"Have you ever considered there's an option three?" He swept the hair out of my face.

"What other option?"

"There is no revenge," he shook his head. "And sure, I'm a flirty guy. I flirt with women all the time; I can't help it. It's who I am," he admitted. "But I've never spent so much time with a girl and not fucked her by now."

"Are you trying to tell me you see me as a friend?" I tried piecing it together.

He let out a small chuckle. "No, I'm saying…" He leaned forward, hovering above me. His hand resting on my hip. "I like you," he confessed.

"Like how?" I needed more clarification.

"It's not just your body I crave," he pulled my hips to his. "Although I do crave that… a lot. I want you," he leaned down and pressed his lips right over my heart. "I want all of you."

I looked up into his eyes terrified.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" He asked.

I just stared. I needed him to say it.

"You're my muse," he half smiled. "You're my girl."

I pulled him to my lips, needing him now. All the guilt was gone. It was no longer about lust, or about needing to fill a void. It was about expressing myself to him in the only way I could right now. I needed to be close to him. I needed to be one with him. There was no doubt in my mind. No hesitation.

I rolled over on top of him, as my tongue slowly slid into his. I pressed my hips into his pelvis, as my dress rode up my thighs. His hands gripped my waist, urging me further.

I pulled away and sat up straddling his hips. I looked down at him, admiring the view. I felt like we were speaking a silent language as we stared quietly at each other. Damon slowly reached up to cup my face, and I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes.

His hand gently swept down my cheek, down my neck and over my shoulder. He gently brushed the strap over my shoulder, so it fell. He did the same thing to the other side. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. I reached behind myself and was impressed I was able to reach the top of the zipper. I slowly unzipped myself, as we kept eye contact.

I let the dress fall to my waist. His eyes fell to my chest which was spilling out of the strapless bra. He reached up and squeezed my full breasts over the top of the bra. I threw my head back and moaned. I felt ultra-sensitive to his touch. If he had me this tingly now, I was going to be a writhing mess in the matter of minutes.

He reached around undoing the clasp in the back in a flash. Damn he was good at that. My bra fell to his stomach, and he tossed it on the floor. He licked his lips as he admired my bare breasts. He cupped them in his large hands, and squeezed them gently, before he thumbed my puckered nipples. "Ahh!" I let out an audible moan.

I looked down at him, my mouth fallen open. He pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them, and giving them a tug. "Oh my…" I had to bite my lip from yelling out in my pleasure. I was on the verge of cumming and we had barely started.

I started unbuttoning his shirt, untucking it from his pants. I aggressively opened his shirt and clawed his beautiful chest.

"Easy baby," he grabbed my hands. "Let's take it slow… I want to enjoy you. Otherwise, this will be over very quickly," he grinned. "We have plenty of time to be destructive and wild. And believe me we will. But right now, I want to feel you."

He sat up and removed the shirt, tossing it by my bra. He kissed me slowly, his arms snaking around my waist, hugging me closely. His tongue tangled with mine, as I rolled my hips against his. I felt his large erection, press into my wet panties. The friction felt so good, I started to move faster. I needed release. I was going up, up, up, I was about to implode.

He detached our lips and I whimpered. He bent down sucking on one of my aching nipples. "Damon!" I yelled. "I need you," I whimpered.

He gently rolled us over. He sat up on his knees and pulled my dress down and off my body. His eyes bulged from his sockets. "You went commando?"

I bit my lip smiling mischievously, "I didn't want you to ruin them," I teased. I bent my knees and opened them to the side, baring myself to him. My inner siren was coming out. I've never been this forward before. I enjoyed it. "For you," I whispered.

His hand slid up my soaking wet center. A simple touch and I was soaring. My head threw back in the pillows, and my back arched, pushing my breasts into the air.

"Only you can be so naughty and innocent all at the same time," he groaned. His fingers moved in tiny circles over my bundle of nerves, making me quiver. He leaned forwards capturing an aching nipple between his lips, as he slid two fingers in my tight wet pussy. "Damon!" I whimpered.

He curled his fingers hitting that spot, as his thumb continued its assault on my clit. His teeth tugged on my sensitive nipple and I spiraled out of control. My body spasming uncontrollably, my screams echoed off the walls, as my pussy clenched his fingers.

He pulled out after my body calmed down.

I was in a daze. A lust filled daze. I pushed him off me, and my hand snaked down to the button his pants. I quickly undid the button and pulled on the zipper. I pulled off his pants and underwear in one fellow swoop. I ripped off his socks, and then peered up at him.

I gasped as I looked at his pulsating erection. I whimpered in excitement at the thought of him sliding into me. My hand slid up his leg before fisting his gigantic cock. I pumped him a couple of times before wanting to taste him.

I bent down and sucked him like a lollipop. He hissed as I bobbed my head and my hand at the same time. It felt so good to have a mouth full of cock. Especially his. I hummed and he sat up halfway, grabbing behind my neck and pulling me off him. "Baby stop," he grabbed the base of his cock to hold himself off.

I crawled up him and kissed his lips. I was aching so badly. I wanted him. I needed him. I kissed down his jaw, to his neck.

He grabbed my waist with one arm and flipped us over, "are you on birth control?"

"Yes," I whimpered. My legs fell to the side as he lay between my legs. I grabbed his throbbing cock and placed it at my entrance. "I need you," I looked into his eyes.

He held eye contact, as he pushed into me. It was a tight fit. He was definitely the biggest I had ever been with.

He stilled for a second. Both of us already on the verge of an orgasm.

After a few seconds he started pumping in and out of me. The feeling was exquisite. It was unlike anything I ever felt. I was vibrating with need. My heart exploded as he kept his eyes on me.

He kept pumping… harder… deeper… faster. He was touching places inside of me that no one has been able to touch. The head of his cock beating against my womb. "Yes!" I screamed.

Damon tried silencing me with his hand, but I continued to scream into his hand.

"That's it baby girl," he whispered. "Cum for me."

I bit down on his hand, as I was overcome with the best orgasm I had ever had. I could feel my pussy squeezing him with every beat. That must have been his undoing, because he started to thrust at a rapid pace.

"Oh baby," he grunted loudly. "Fuck!" I could feel him squirt into me, as I became full of his seed. "Your pussy," he clenched his jaw, leaning down into my ear. "Your fucking tight little pussy."

His words had me spiraling again. I yelled out, "OH MY FUCKING GO-"

Damon pressed his hand hard over my mouth. He continued thrusting into me as I fell down from my high. "You're a screamer, aren't you?" he chuckled into my ear.

"Just you," I shook my head. I had never been so vocal before.

Damon pulled out of me and fell to my side. He kept his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest turning me at the same time. He kissed the top of my head, still breathing heavily.

We held each other in comfortable silence before sleep took over.

A/N: Please leave a review and let me know what you think!