Wow... I had to change that rating a lot faster than I thought I would.
Her hands pulled against the cuffs threaded around a bar on the other side of the counter, making her wrists ache.
A delicious shiver raced down her spine when her jeans were torn down her legs, and her panties were ripped from her body.
There was something insanely arousing about being restrained by him, about being exposed for his inspection.
"Is all of this for me, sweetheart?" He murmured against her neck, gently tracing her glistening lips.
She was grateful for the counter that hid her flushed face from view.
The smirk was clear in his voice when he pinched her clit hard and she cried out at the exquisite pain.
"That required an answer, love."
"Yes," her breath caught in her throat.
His hand came down on her backside, reddening the skin.
"Yes, what?" He growled.
The sound sent a fresh wave of desire to her pulsing core.
"Yes, sir," she whispered into the counter.
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip when he spanked her again. She had brought the punishment on herself by not telling him about the latest plot Damon and Stefan had cooked up, but she had known they wouldn't be able to kill him and part of her, the submissive part that reveled in his dominant side and sneaking around to meet him for such trysts, had been anticipating her current position.
She counted at his instruction until he reached thirty and knew skin was black and blue.
"You were very naughty today, sweetheart," he ran his hand over her bruised skin tenderly.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Do you think you deserve to cum?"
"Please…" she whimpered.
"If you want to cum," he bent over her back and bit into her shoulder with blunt teeth, "you'll have to earn it."
Her eyes widened when his fingers pressed against entrance and through the tight ring of muscle; the burn was delicious.
"Do you want to cum, love?"
She nodded her ascent and heard the unmistakable sound of a belt unfastening.
Thoughts anyone?
I don't think I named either character in this one. Can you guess who it was?