"Your hair is just gorgeous" Suzy, her maid's teenage daughter gushed, helping Bonnie into her dress for yet another party.
"You think so?" she asks smiling and touching her curls.
Suzy nods encouragingly with a smile that vanishes as Alaric walked into the room. "Good evening Mr Saltzman" Suzy says in a slight rush and walks out of the room.
"Why aren't you ready? ".
"But I am".
"And your hair looks like you just woke up and you don't know how to use a comb" he spoke, his tone highly disapproving.
"Suzy said.. "
"Suzy? The teenage girl?. I didn't realize you were that.. " his tone was turning harsh and he takes a deep breath to hold himself "Just straighten your hair and don't be difficult. Be downstairs in ten minutes".
"Smile and stop looking like a petulant child" Alaric whispered to her as his hand gripped her waist, fingers dipping in painfully.
"If you know you don't want me here then just say so and stop being an ass... " she stopped talking when her eyes met his. He was pissed and Bonnie felt defiant and didn't want to give him the satisfaction that she regretted her words.
She looked away before removing her hands from his "I need some air".
He looked at her with annoyance and with the right mind to smack her across the face but he easily put on a smile as a few men moved towards them to talk to him.
She was getting on his nerves. His wife should know better.
As she walked away, her slim hips swayed and heads turned yet she didn't notice as she made her way towards the back garden of their host's home.
He clenched his fists inside his pockets before he let them loose on all the men that stared at her.
She was his and will always be. She had eyes for no one else and he would kill any man he found sniffing around his wife.
Another night, another party and he was constantly wondering how the noveux riche managed to breathe with their heads so far up their asses.
He visibly shuddered as he recalled the older woman who had on way too much perfume accidentally rubbing up against him. He was positive her silicone breasts left an imprint on his chest.
He hated these parties but they paid good money.
"Drunk lonely wives and pompous husbands. Like selling my soul to the devil" He laughed at his joke and puffed out the nicotine in his lungs, subconsciously reminding himself to quit soon.
"You're going to die early you realize? ".
He snaps his head to the side and see a young woman casually walking towards him.
"I'm sorry for intruding. I know it's not really my place".
He shrugs "it's not a big deal". The cigarette landed on the floor and he stumps it out with the sole of his shoe. "I just didn't expect anyone to come out here".
"Me neither. I'm only here because my husband is. I think I would rather be home than around a bunch of boring drunk people" She stops talking abruptly, face frozen in subdued horror. "I can't believe I just said that ".
"No judgement" he says with a chuckle suddenly more interested in her. "So you're married to one of those douche bags in there?. No offense".
She laughs. It's small and sweet sounding, doing something to his insides, her peach colored dress and glittering eyes remind him of a fairy.
"None taken".
"I'm Damon" his hand stretched forward warms as her palm comes in contact with his.
"Bonnie Saltzman".
His phone rings "Nice meeting you Mrs Saltzman, duty calls. I'll be seeing you".
"What makes you so sure? " she asks fighting back a smile.
"I didn't tell you?. I'm psychic". He jogs back into the house hiding a grin as he heard her laughter spilling from her lips.
He ignored her for the rest of the party and even as they got home but what surprised him was her sudden muted happy attitude. She had even smiled at senator Lockwood's wife. She hated that woman. She was in front of her mirror applying lotion and she smiled again.
"What are you smiling about?".
"Someone".
"Does this someone have a name?".
"I don't see how it affects you".
Red flash across his eyes "You've been having this defiance about you and I don't like it".
"I'm sorry. It's just not important".
"OK. I'll be travelling to Switzerland for six months".
"Six months?! You can't be serious! " she fumed "what about me?".
"What about you? ". He looked at her,a bored expression on his face.
Her head ached "Do you ever consider my feelings? Or care about me?".
"If I didn't we wouldn't be married Bonnie. Don't be ridiculous".
She gets up and marches into the spare room down the hall and buries her face in a pillow to muffle her cries.
Strong arms wrap around her "I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to make you cry".
He sits on the bed and pulls her on top of his legs "It's important I go there. I might be running for a position in politics but I still have a business to run".
She takes a deep breath and wrap her hands around his neck "I know. Make love to me ".
His instant erection greeted her. They kissed slowly and it quickly turned into one of hunger.
He dragged the thin straps of her nightgown down to expose her breasts. Goosebumps covered her flesh. Her nipples were stiff, surrounded by dark areolas.
Bonnie tilted her head and arched her back as he teased them with his wet warm mouth. Holding her in place with one hand and the other hand lifting up her nightgown. He groaned in pleasure that she didn't have any underwear on and his fingers found her center wet and ready.
"I love how you're always ready for me". He pinched lightly on her clitoris and teased the outer walls of her opening.
She moaned and reached into his pajama bottoms and spring free his bulging erection.
He flipped her body to straddle him as they sat now facing each other.
She spread her legs wider and used her hand to put his hardness inside her warmth. Both moaned at the familiar feeling of being one.
"All of this.. mine". He groaned as they moved together. "Say it".
"All yours Ric. All of me". Her eyes were closed as she rode him slowly.
The friction was smooth and torturously delicious. Their position made him able to go deeper.
She pulled on his hair and her inner muscles squeezed tighter around him as he groaned in approval and pleasure.
"Do that again".
She tugged oh his hair again and rode him faster.
They were both close to their climax.
Alaric moved harder, her voice rose. Both in shock and pleasure. Their bodies were slick with light sheen of sweat in the cool room.
He pulsed inside of her and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent as he released inside of her. As he rode down his high she shattered around him. Calling out his name, her wet center twitching around him still inside of her body.
She kissed him, long and hard and together they fell into the bed, her body on top of his.