Chapter 2: 'Porn'

Old hag. How can she recognize my ass in pants. Her family is filled with perverts. I thought, swallowing a lump down my throat.

"Mother, please." John shook his head. "Excuse my mother, Damon. The old age has gotten to her head."

"If I am old then you're a young turd," She replied.

"Mother," John gasped. "What's gotten into you?"

"She probably hasn't been banged for ages," I almost said out loud but stopped right in the nick of time. "We don't use that kind of language in the house. I'm so very ashamed."

"Please, don't be." I said, cringing.

"So, let me show you to your room," John motioned to the living room.

"Yes, sir." I followed him, hesitantly, looking back to see where my girlfriend was. She was talking with Jenna, now dressed in PJ's.

"Elena," John glared at her.

"Yes, daddy,"

"What on earth are you wearing?" John looked so embarrassed and I couldn't figure out why.

"The big city has changed you so much, you're showing way too much skin in the house, there are kids here." John whispered.

My eyes widened. Elena was showing skin! Where? I mean she was covered from head to toe. She had packed herself the simplest PJ's she could find.

"Oh sorry, daddy." Elena said, as she closed the top button that was hardly showing her cleavage.

John shook his head, dismayingly. "This is what I was afraid of."

"I'm really sorry, daddy."

"I don't see what the problem-,"

"She's my daughter, I know what's right for her." John said, strictly. "Of course, you men are going to like when they get trashy-," He mumbled under breath.

I sighed a heavy sigh. Such a conservative, what would he say if he finds out about the true me.

"So, Damon, tell me son, does your parents go to church?" He asked as he led me upstairs.

"Yes. My parents do." I lied. I know it was wrong but I was desperate to get Elena and I wanted Elena to have her family in her life too, she couldn't have both unless I lied.

"Oh, so they raised you with values like I did with my Elena?"

"Yes, sir, my parents were such church fans, we had three bible reading times,"

"yes, reading bible brings inner peace, however, it's the following of the commands that matters, tell me son, do you follow what bible teaches?" He asked as he opened the door.

What the bloody fuck was he saying?

"I beg your pardon, sir."

"I'll tell you tomorrow. Be ready in the morning, we will be attending mass,"

"on a weekday?" I asked, bewildered.

"Yeah, any problem." He rose a brow.

"No sir,"

He slammed the door shut on me.

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I had just taken a cold shower. It was only ten and everyone was asleep, after an hour of bible study with John. He maintained a very strict discipline in the household. God, how did my warm and beautiful girl bear with him, while growing up, why wasn't she fucked up in the head?

I was lost in my thoughts as I opened the energy drink can, my disguised beer, I wasn't stupid to not bring my safety alcohol, it would help me suffer the farce that I was putting up. Elena was sweet enough to warn me that alcohol of all type was banned inside the house premises. God, I missed her. I missed her warmness, her sweet smile, her cuddles, and her kisses, especially her kisses. I loved making out with her. I often complained to her that we didn't make out enough.

Let's say I had corrupted Elena a lot. Her father didn't know but she wasn't so innocent anymore. Just the thought of her naked sweaty body, as I kissed down her neck to her breast filled my mind, I could feel my dick harden.

"Someone is missing me," I heard a chuckle from the window.

"No fucking way," I gaped.

"Shh. No bad words in the house." She jumped inside as the robe fell open, revealing the hot red lingerie I'd had bought her on her birthday.

I hissed as I pulled her to the bed and rolled on top of her.

"What about bad clothes?" I whispered, nuzzling her neck. You couldn't even call them clothes, they were revealing more than they were hiding, tempting me more.

"What can I say, I'm a bad girl," She whispered in my ear.

There she was, my naughty minx. She was such an angel in daylight but at night time, she was the sex goddess, that any man would wish for.

Before I could reach for her lips, she rolled us over and sat on top of me. "Shh." She whispered as she put a finger on my lips. I closed my eyes in great reprieve as I kissed her finger. I could feel her smiling as she dropped feathery kisses down my neck to my chest, opening buttons of my shirt slowly and touching her lips sensually against my skin.

"Elena." I whispered her name like a prayer, and it was. I felt her moving up to my lips and before her lips could touch mine, suddenly her body weight over me disappeared. I look up to find her standing near the door of the room.

"What are you playing at girl?" I asked her, suspiciously.

She opened the lock of the door and tip toed outside.

"Elena, your father will see us!" I whispered.

But it seemed like she had other plans.

I rolled my eyes, and closed the two buttons of my shirt, picked up her robe and followed her.

"Where are you going?" I mouthed as I chased after her.

It seemed like she was taking me to the basement so no one would hear us. Good thinking! I commended her mentally.

I saw her hide behind some paint tins, my baby girl was in mood to play. Well, no worries, baby girl, daddy got you. Yikes, my inner porn star can't die that easily. I quietly tip toed, around and grabbed her by her wrist, and pulled her to me.

"Oh, dear, what are you doing, sir?" She batted her eyelashes innocently.

"Kidnapping you,"

"And what would you do with me?'

"Kiss you, make out with you, fuck the living day lights out of you." I said as he pulled her down to the floor.

As I ripped away her bra, I kissed her neck—licking and sucking right over her pulse point, knowing how that drove her crazy.

"Oh, Damon."

Yeah, baby girl, that's right say my name.

Still, kissing and caressing, I took of her bra and then her panties. I kissed every inch of her neck, her breasts, her torso, her hips, the one spot on her that made her toes curl and kissed every inch of her all the way back up to her lips, reminding myself that this beautiful girl, was mine, for life.

It was something I always did whenever I made love to her. Sex wasn't just sex with Elena. It was so much more than that. It was like I was worshipping her, like she was some delicate pureness, that I had to worship with my lips, I had to show her how beautiful she was and how much I needed her. It was a need.

I have had all type of sex, back in the day. It had always been about pleasure for me. Sick carnal pleasure. For myself and for audience. I was in the business because I liked doing it. I was so good at it, why not get paid for it. I had been a male escort for a time being too. I have had sex with all type of women. But none of them made me feel like Elena did.

Sex with her wasn't about pleasure, it was about going close to her, it was about touching her, kissing the sweetness of her skin, smelling the fragrance of her being, it was about loving her.

I entered her with such a rush that she gasped for air and our lips would not part until they were satisfied with discovering each others tastes and likes. "Don't stop," she murmured as I filled her completely. I fucked her like I hadn't fucked any woman before. It wasn't again just fucking to me, it was being close, it was having the privilege to look in her eyes as I brought her pleasure, as I made her scream my name, as I made her weak to the whims of my cock.

Before we knew it, we were both all sweaty, gasping to breath, coming down from so much pleasure.

"I love you," I murmured as I held her close to me. I didn't know why everytime after sex, I just needed to hold her like that. This had never happened before to me. But for the past year, this was a must. I would cling to her everytime. She'd sometimes even complain that I was too clingy but that was me and she just had to deal with it.

"I love you more." She said sweetly and I chuckled.

"How am I so lucky to have you in my arms?" I said, with a dramatic gasp.

"I beg to differ; I think I'm the lucky one."

"Thank you, Stefan, for bringing her to the party that day." I said loudly, making her laugh.

"That was a horrible thing you did to your brother," She slapped my chest.

"Hey, I didn't know he'd be bringing his pal from work with him."

"But an orgy at his house?"

"In my defense, he was having a hard time recovering from his break up, back in the day, I thought free sex with best porn stars in the industry would cheer him up."

"I was so mortified, walking into a living room full of naked people having sex," She blushed deep red as she remembered.

"And there I was, all sexy and naked, with a welcome banner,"

"Stefan made me apologize to you," I added, quickly.

"You came to my school with banquet and tried to charm me," Elena laughed, remembering how nervous he had been.

"hey, I had a serious crush on you," I pouted. "But you shot me down."

"yeah, I thought we were so different we could never work,"

"but here we are,"

"About to get married," She completed me.

"and we have never been happier."

"You know I fell in love with you?" She asked, as she looked at me.

"Why?"

"because whatever devil you're outside, you have a very sweet innocent heart," She pointed to my chest, "and you'd do anything for me,"

"You know why I fell for you?"

"Why?"

"because you never judged me," And that was true. Elena loved me despite and inspite of my choices.

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One of Elena's hand was holding the fork, munching down the breakfast, while her other hand was in my pants, holding my cock. This minx, testing my patience. Don't blame me if I come in her hand now, while we are having breakfast.

"Damon, can you please help me, pick these up?" She said after breakfast.

"Sure, baby," I said as I picked the plates up. As soon as we were gone to the kitchen she pushed me against the wall and attached her lips to mind, her warm tongue was inside my mouth as she explored it. Oh, you naughty girl. I thought as I held her and turned us over so she was against the wall now. I kissed her until she couldn't breath. I moved down her lips to her jaw as I allowed her to breath.

"God damn, I can never get over you,"

"WHO SAID THAT WORD," I halted when I heard John shout. "Who dares to say the D word in my house? This is a holy house, you don't say those words here."

I pulled back, my hard dick now flaccid.

"Mr. Salvatore? Where are you?"

"Coming sir!" I said as I rolled my eyes and went outside, looking back at my girlfriend mouthing me 'goodluck'.

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"I can't help imagining how much awesomer the world would be if your grandfather had just pulled out." I whispered to Elena as we reached the church in the small van filled with almost a million people. Again, did her family does not know the concept of condoms. So many darn kids.

"Damon, can you please hold Ana?" Rebekah said as she handed her baby daughter to me.

"No." I wanted to say but I couldn't because I am whipped.

"Children. They are so beautiful, aren't they?" John said as he pulled at the cheeks of little Ana.

I nodded.

"What do you think Damon?"

"What about, sir?"

"Children?" John said as if it was obvious.

"Well, umm. Elena and I hadn't exactly planned-,"

"Bible has a very non-negotiable divine commands to have as many children as God gives, and at whatever interval a mother can conceive them. Denying that would be denying God." John said, outraged.

"but, you see I can't just have a go at it, all the time, it's basically Elena's decision." I tried to speak.

"What non sense? I raised Elena with my values."

"So, you're saying is that, if I can, I should have 20 kids,"

"If that's the god's plan."

"No sir, it's only okay to have 20 kids, if you're running an orphanage." I nearly screamed but I just swallowed a lump down my throat.

"Tell me son, have you ever dated before, I mean you're a charming young man," John asked.

"Uhh,"

"Consider me your friend, don't be shy," John winked.

"Well, Johnny my boy," I said but then hushed up when he glared at me, "I mean sir, there had been some, but Elena is the only one that mattered."

"What about… whackabam!"

"Excuse me?" What the fuck was wrong with the old man?

"I mean, did you have ever had like had bang bang bangidy bang?"

For fuck sake, was he talking about sex. He can't even say the word. Well, he be mortified of all the things I did to his daughter. Maybe he will die after hearing what I did. How cool? Should I tell him, nah, Elena would be sad, I thought, quickly deciding not to tell him.

"You know, I didn't sleep with my wife, before we were married. Did you?" John asked.

"I don't know, what was her maiden name again." I said before I could even think it over and regretted it the moment John's eyes widened. "I mean, no sir, Elena and I are pure, as pure as eye of heaven,"

"I know so, I trust my daughter," John said, visibly shaken still. "So, tell me son, how much do you know about our religion, I know Elena would never choose an ungodly man."

"Well, I am as godly as it can be," I lied through my teeth.

"So confident, I like that." He smiled a wide smile, "Tell me son, at what time of the day was Adam created?"

"Uh, a little before Eve," I replied after a long pause.

His mouth fell. "Oh. Joke. Ah. Nice. But seriously, uh, okay, tell me, where was Solomon's temple located?"

"Near his head." I replied, biting on my lower lip nervously.

John's face fell more, realizing now that I knew very little about the thing dear to him most. "Ugh, I hate this dating culture," he murmured. "Why did she had to go and date the dumbest of them." Maybe he said something of that sort but I couldn't hear him, he was too low for me to hear.

"No one dated a hundred years ago and they still got married, Adam never had a date with Eve," He was talking to himself now.

"No, he only had an apple." I said, a little proudly. See, I knew this stuff. Good one Damon!

But somehow John wasn't happy, he seemed like he was ready to pull his hair out of his head.

"Just listen!" He said as he took Ana from me.

Rebekah was glaring at me as if I'd stole her husband from her.

"What?"

"You cannot be serious." She said with a disgusted look. "Oh my god, you're really that dumb."

"Excuse me," I said, obviously, my fragile ego was hurt. "Those were such simple questions and you didn't even know that, do you really know about your religion."

"I do know. I don't show it off like you lot." I was getting a little uncomfortable now.

"And what's up with your shirt, why are you wearing this thing?" She said as she looked at me as if I was some dirty hooker. "Your hair is dirty, did you sleep on the floor or something."

Yes, with your cousin. I thought.

"You should wash it," She whispered.

"Remember when I asked for your opinion? Me neither." And with that I shut her up once and for all.

But this wasn't over yet, because this family was starting to realize that I wasn't who I told them I was.

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Elena was silently laughing at my pouty face when I came home from church. First time in our relationship I was the one being all red, confused and not the cocky person I usually was. She thought it looked cute. It was far from lunch time. When she saw me alone in the study going through her father's book collection with judgmental looks. She walked right behind me and slightly scared me by jumping from behind.

"MotherFesus!"

"What!"

"I was going to say Motherfucker but then I thought maybe this was some surprise test if Jesus would be the first thing outta my god damn mouth when someone jumps to kill me,"

She rolled her eyes, "Your being way too over dramatic."

I narrowed my eyes to her, "Once we get this over with, we will visit only after a decade on Christmas."

She chuckled, "Oh no, we should come here more often, that's when I see you all sweaty, not in control , all scared-" she pulled at my collar bringing him closer.

"Your father will show up any second."

"Your point?"

"Get your pretty little hands off me." I looked around as she leaned in my neck.

"Baby please-," I sighed as she kissed my jaw line.

When we heard the sound from the door, she pushed me away instantly and I bumped into the rack hurting my elbow. "OH GOD!" I squeezed my eyes shut, it did hurt like a bitch.

Thank god it wasn't John, it was Jenna and Elena's grandma, 'weird Joe'.

"Boy, that moan, that is so familiar," Grandma commented with narrowed her eyes.

Fuck you, Pervy Grandma. I thought, glaring at her.

Jenna eyed us both. I was holding my left elbow while Elena was picking up the fallen books. "I kinda walked in suddenly, he jumped back and-,"

Jenna huffed, "Suuuure , that sounds so real."

She bit her lip refusing to look at me, "Jens!"

I changed the topic, "Pretty good collection I've never seen so many-,"

Grandma almost laughed, 'Not seen so many piled plain bullshit."

I didn't want to answer or comment on extreme religious books. What if it was a test?

Jenna leaned against the table, "I read one of your facebook post from 2011, eh, pretty good jokes here and there."

Elena smiled , "Really? What?"

What the fuck? Not that. Please god, not that.

Jenna took out her phone reading a screenshot maybe, "What's a porn star's favorite Tolkien story? Answer is – Lord of the cock rings."

Elena turned red seeing my clenched jaw, "Yeah I didn't post that, my friend did eh, I just forgot to take it down."

Jenna snickered, "Sure you didn't. Mister Monsterdick21 on myspace."

I blushed hard, "Umm I can explain that-,"

Jenna giggled, "It's okay man, I know we all have a little phase."

Elena looked at him disappointed, when they left looking for John. Before she could interrogate him further she heard her father call her, she gave him a glare, "This isn't over!"

"Baby I-"

She stomped on his foot, "You couldn't clear all that up."

"Oouh!" she pushed her hand against his lips, "No more of your sex noise."

"I didn't even remember I have a myspace and seriously 2011, she has a stalking prob-,"

She pushed him, "You need a damn baptism Mister Monsterdick."

"don't pretend like you're too innocent," I said, holding her wrist.

"but I am," she batted her eyelashes

"And that's what made me fall for you," I pulled her closer. And again, the door burst open.

"For the love of God," I muttered.

"Oh, you two," Rebekah glared.

"Hey, Bekka. Damon and I were just talking about… books."

"Ah! My favorite book," She said as she picked up the biggest of the lot. "It taught me so much, without the ugly in the world, they're would be no beautiful' Rebekah said, with a dramatic sigh.

"Thank you for your sacrifice," I replied with a smirk.

"Damon!" Elena looked shocked.

"It's okay, Elena." Rebekah was fuming inside but she managed to smile. "Damon and Uncle had a very interesting conversation today, it's just Damon isn't as godly as uncle thought." She added.

"Well, it doesn't matter, I love him, I will love him from both of us," She said, stubbornly.

"Uncle will make the final decision though. By the way, I came here to tell you about the dinner, Damon. Uncle and you're going for dinner tonight, you have a last chance to make your impression or you lose Lena forever."

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