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Chapter 10: Keeping Things Quiet
Katherine practically rips the little door off its hinges as she wrenches it open; she is close to throwing a tantrum right now, consequences be damned.
Nothing seems to be going her way!
She still doesn't have the moonstone, her little doppelganger has skipped town with her ex-lover, and Stefan has apparently sought comfort in the arms of that little vampire bimbo—she really should have just staked her when she'd had the chance.
If it wasn't for the fact that she's sort of in a rush to accomplish her plan, this little setback wouldn't have fazed her, but he is coming for her, she can feel it.
If she doesn't get the moonstone and locate her doppelganger in time, well, then she might as well just take off her Lapis necklace and walk out into the sun right now.
End her life quickly before he has the chance to kill her slowly, excruciatingly.
She refuses to die at his hands after having eluded him for so many years. What would have been the point of her running from him in the first place if he were to simply catch and kill her now?
Worry casts over her beautiful, flawless face. Time is running out and she's no closer to her goal now than she'd been three weeks ago.
In fact, this latest setback is putting her so far behind schedule she isn't sure she will be able to pull this off in time.
Plans B through Z all require her doppelganger to be here, and she isn't!
Elena would have to be punished for that infraction later, assuming of course that she even returns, that is.
After all, who would want to come back here when they had Damon Salvatore all to themselves?
Katherine sure wouldn't blame Elena for that, but it was rather inconvenient for her plans right now!
Stefan doesn't even know where she is, and the Gilbert brat hadn't been able to tell her anything either—not even after she'd threatened to kill him with slow, agonizing torture more than once, considering he had that neat little ring that would keep bringing him back for more.
What a delightful little toy he could be for her…she just might have to make that her Plan C should Elena require a little persuasion to come back home.
As she steps into her room at Ms. Flowers' Bed & Breakfast, she catches the scent of musk and Axe Body spray and resists the urge to roll her eyes.
Mason Lockwood is lying naked on her white bedspread.
She takes a few seconds to admire that firm chest, the washboard abs, and that sexy tousled blond hair. He is undeniably hot, except for that insufferably lovesick look in his eyes.
She can't stand that look; he reminds her of a cute little puppy dog the way he sniffs around her all the time. She can't wait until he gives her the moonstone so she can finally put him down like one.
"You know, I'm not supposed to have boys in my room," she says playfully. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Her smile is warm, sweet, tender; but it's all an act.
For months Katherine has kept up the façade. Mason thinks she's his; that she loves him—the only thing she loves is how easy he is to manipulate.
"Just thought I'd surprise my girlfriend," Mason says, giving her another one of his love-struck smiles.
Katherine's lips curve into a smile of their own, though hers is one of sweet victory.
He had told her last night that he'd found the Moonstone and now he's going to give it to her.
Phase one of her plan would be completed tonight, and finally she'll be able to call in her favor with the witch and set everything in motion.
"Does this mean you have a present for me?" she purrs, her hips swaying seductively as she makes her way over to him.
"Maybe," he grins.
His eyes are bright with excitement as Katherine crouches into a predatory stance and crawls up onto the bed, licking her lips.
"Where is it?" she asks.
Her hands slide over Mason's toned, muscular legs, moving slowly up over his knees to rest on his thighs.
"Where's what?" he asks, deliberately playing dumb.
Katherine resists the urge to throttle him.
Her voice is all sugary sweetness mixed with a hint of seduction.
"My present," she says. "I want it now."
Mason chuckles at her eagerness.
He loves how cute she is when she wants something.
She'd be waiting a while though, because he didn't actually have the thing on him at the moment. Something about the way she talked about it told him he shouldn't just hand it over without figuring out her plans first.
"I didn't bring it with me," he tells her.
Her head had just lowered to his lap, but as soon as he speaks the words she whips her head back up to look at him. She can barely conceal the fury burning in her eyes.
"Why not?"
She pouts; regaining her composure quickly.
She refuses to lose her temper since she needs him alive if she is to accomplish anything.
Mason shrugs.
"I figured, since it's so valuable, it would be best to keep it hidden for a while. In case you haven't noticed, Damon Salvatore has been sort of watching my every move lately."
Katherine resumes her motions. Her fingers trace up over his collar bone as she admires the lovely pattern of veins in the thin skin there.
"I can handle Damon," she says firmly. "Just worry about getting the stone and let me be the one to deal with him."
Mason's eyes darken with barely concealed jealousy.
"I'm sure you can," he spits. "But I'd prefer if you didn't."
Katherine smirks in amusement.
"You're jealous," she teases.
"He's your ex," Mason deadpans. "I have every reason to be."
She giggles, one hand coming up to ruffle through his hair.
"Aww," she coos. "You're so cute, worrying about a man that never had my heart in the first place."
"Then why turn him?" Mason counters.
Katherine shrugs her shoulders.
"Boredom, I suppose. I kind of liked having both brothers fight over me. They were a fun distraction, nothing more."
"So, you don't feel anything at all for either of them now?" Mason presses, his eyes filled with worry.
Katherine traces over his lips with a perfectly manicured fingertip.
"I told you before," she purrs. "You're the only one I want."
Mason smiles at that, quickly rolling them both so that Katherine is pinned beneath him.
She lets out a little squeal of delight as he quickly takes control.
He kisses her hard and fierce, nipping at her bottom lip.
She rakes her sharp nails into his scalp, pulling his hair.
He loves how rough he can be with her; having a vampire girlfriend certainly has its advantages.
His hands slip down her shoulders to the neckline of her shirt and he tears it open, tossing the ruined fabric across the room.
Katherine's eyes are dark with lust, her gorgeous dark curls splayed across the white pillowcases. She's going to have one serious case of "sex-hair" by the time he's finished with her.
Her skirt is next as he tears it right down the seam at her hips, loving the way she giggles as he feasts on her flesh through her black lace bra.
She's now writhing under him, sliding her way up the bed until she's propped up against the pillows and headboard.
Mason's lips continue to trail down to leave a path of open-mouth kisses over her stomach.
Katherine lets out another little squeal of delight and gasps as he pushes her back down onto the mattress. He takes her mouth again, biting her as his hands run up and down her sides and over her pert breasts.
She pulls away, her eyes alight with mischief.
"Ms. Flowers is going to think I'm a floozy if I have a man up here," she says.
She sounds like a naughty schoolgirl afraid of getting caught; it only turns him on even more.
"Why are you staying here?" he asks.
He'd always pictured his Kat as a five-star hotel kind of girl; but then Mystic Falls doesn't really have those.
"Because I like this little Bed & Breakfast," she purrs. "Don't you?"
Mason has to admit, this place is certainly more romantic than an expensive hotel.
His eyes sparkle with his love for her; she makes everything sexier, even a floral room that looks like it belongs in Grandma's House.
"I love it," he grins, leaning down to kiss her again.
Their lips meet and it's like an electric current running through his veins.
She moans against his mouth, her tongue coming out to play with his.
Her fingers are raking through his hair and she pulls him closer, quick as a cat she rolls him onto his back and pins him down, straddling his hips.
The sheets are now a tangled mess around their bodies, but neither really notices.
Katherine lowers her head to his chest, tasting his skin with hungry kisses.
Mason strokes her hair lovingly and she moves back up to meet his lips again.
As he moves to kiss her again, she pulls away. She hovers over him teasingly.
"Where's the Moonstone?" she purrs.
"Somewhere safe," he replies impatiently.
Katherine's brows furrow and she looks almost hurt, eyes full of a sadness and confusion he can't even begin to figure out.
"Don't you trust me?" she pouts.
"I don't trust anyone," he says seriously.
"Why? Are you afraid I'm gonna kill you?" she teases in that purring, seductive tone.
"No," he says. "You won't."
He closes his eyes, moaning with pleasure as her lips and tongue trace a path up his neck. Suddenly he feels the pinch of her teeth and winces as she pierces his skin.
"Ow, Kat!" he whines. "Easy."
She pulls back, a slight smirk on her lips.
"Did I hurt you?" she coos. "Sorry."
He knows she isn't when she dips her head down to lap up his blood; tonight is definitely going to get a little kinky.
She runs her tongue over him, moaning at the taste.
As she pulls back again her hands stroke the sides of his face and neck lovingly.
"What happens when I give you the Moonstone?" he asks her.
"We'll live happily ever after," she purrs.
She leans in to touch his lips with hers again, and then there are no more sounds save for their moans of pleasure.
Elena's eyes widen in shock and horror as she reads the little tag discreetly tucked inside the gown she's currently looking at.
$3,000. Yikes!
She doesn't know how Damon can be so casual about all of this. He has a black Armani jacket and matching slacks over his arm and is now searching for a suitable dress shirt.
She's certain that any purchases he makes for himself will be nothing in comparison to what he would be spending on her; these dresses are ridiculously expensive!
"I don't see why you insisted on taking me here," she sighs.
"Because the nice restaurant, where we will be dining this evening, happens to have a very strict dress code," Damon explains. "Besides, I really wanted to see you in another gown; only this time I get to tear it off you later."
He winks, giving her a flirtatious grin. She rolls her eyes, shaking her head.
Elena spots a gorgeous red satin gown with a plunging neckline and a fishtail skirt; it's just as ridiculously expensive as the last gown and she's beginning to feel very out of place surrounded by all this luxury.
She knows Damon wouldn't consider money an issue. He'd been playing in the stock markets since the late 1800s and she has no doubts he'd been smart with all his investments.
Still, she isn't used to being spoiled like this, and letting Damon buy her a dress this expensive just for dinner, and then possibly having him tear it to shreds later, was just insane.
"You should wear this one!" Damon holds up a very slinky black cocktail dress that looks like it leaves very little to the imagination.
"Yeah, it's perfect if I want to spend my evening on a street corner," she glares at him in annoyance.
Damon rolls his eyes.
"Please, like I would ever let another man have you! Now, if it was a woman…" he winks suggestively.
She can't help shaking her head and smiling in spite of herself.
"You're incorrigible," she sighs.
He grins like it's a compliment.
"I try!" he says. "But, in all seriousness now, you should try this on."
She glares at him in response and he sighs. "I didn't mean you should wear it out in public; geez, Elena, give me some credit here! I was thinking of a more private place for you to model it for me later."
"And what about my dinner dress, which is likely going to be equally expensive?" she asks, her arms crossed over her chest.
Damon shrugs.
"We can get them both; it's not like I'm hurting for cash, or I can always compel the shop owner into thinking it's a buy one get one sort of deal."
She shakes her head.
"No," she says firmly, though she can't hide her amused smirk.
"Aww, why not?" he pouts adorably.
"Because it's pointless to buy a dress this expensive just so you can rip it off me," she tells him.
"Actually, that is what I would consider an excellent reason," he counters. "In fact, you'd be fulfilling a hot fantasy of mine."
She sighs, taking the dress from him and draping it over her arm.
"You're insufferable," she says, rolling her eyes again.
"You know you love me anyway," he teases.
Elena doesn't know quite how to respond, so she simply smiles and resumes searching through the various cocktail and party dresses.
Damon's eyes light up in excitement; there among the many little black satin numbers, he spots royal blue silk.
"Okay, I'm being completely serious this time. You have to wear this one tonight."
Elena turns her head in his direction and gasps. There in his hands is almost the exact replica of the dress she wore for Miss Mystic Falls, except the skirt comes down to the knee and there's a slit up the side that comes up to mid thigh.
She is about to check the price tag, but Damon slaps her and away and without a word, he rips it off.
"Damon!" she hisses. "You can't do that!"
He shrugs. "Does it matter? I'm buying it anyway."
"What if it doesn't fit?" she asks.
"Well then I guess you should try it on just to make sure it does," he suggests.
She takes it from him and shakes her head, turning toward the back of the store and the dressing rooms.
As soon as the sales girl shows her into one of the small enclosures with a full-length mirror, she shuts the door and removes her comfortable sweats.
She stands there in only her new lacy blue bra and panties—a gift from Damon after he'd officially ruined her other set earlier during their (second) quickie in the car.
Just as she's about to unzip the dress from the hanger and try it on, there's a light, impatient tapping at her door.
"You decent?" he calls out to her from the other side.
"No," she replies.
She's about to quip back that good things are worth waiting for, but she doesn't get the chance.
In an instant he has the door open and slips inside with her. Luckily there is enough room for the two of them.
"Good," he says, his intentions obvious by the way he's licking his lips hungrily as he takes in the reflection of her in the mirror.
"What are you doing?" she hisses, afraid they'll get caught.
"That set looks good on you," he purrs in her ear, causing her to shiver in response.
Her back is to him since there isn't a lot of room to turn around—it's a cramped space, but Damon makes it work to his advantage as his fingers lazily brush the sides of her waist.
She jumps, and he smirks knowingly.
"Damon," she gasps as his fingers moves over her skin. They play with the edges of lace at her slim hips, dipping just under the waistband and stroking softly.
"Someone will hear us," she protests; though that pulsing ache is already building up inside of her.
His lips brush over the side of her neck teasingly, causing her to shiver in reaction.
"Not if you're quiet," he whispers.
His tongue traces just behind her ear and she lets out a soft little gasp of pleasure. He smirks against her skin.
"You'll have to be quieter than that, baby," he teases.
"N…Not p…poss…sssible," she moans softly, leaning back against him.
His fingers trace little circles over the damp lace between her thighs.
She lets out a little hiss of pleasure as he pulls it to the side and slides his thumb up over that little bundle of nerves.
"You're so fucking hot like this," he growls low in her ear. "All glistening wet for me…"
Elena's eyes shut tight as she rolls her hips against his hand and gives in to the pleasure he's determined to give her. Despite the fact they're in public and could get caught at any moment, somehow that just made what he's doing even hotter.
"Open your eyes, baby," he whispers against her skin.
She does as he commands and gasps at the erotic sight in the reflected glass.
Her eyes are dark pools of chocolate lust, her skin is flushed and covered in tiny goose-bumps and her legs tremble at the slightest touch of his hand.
"I want you to watch when I make you come," he says, eyes dark as the night sky and hazy with lust.
He's rock hard, pressing firmly against the inside of her thigh through his jeans and she spreads her thighs further apart, allowing him to slide one leg between hers.
As his fingers begin to move in determined circles against her flesh, she grinds shamelessly against his thigh.
"Da…Damon," she whimpers as she tenses up and feels a particularly intense shock of pleasure shoot through her. Her toes curled and her fists clench reflexively with the intensity of it.
"Shhh," he whispers; that insufferably sexy smirk on his lips.
"We have to be quiet, remember?"
She can sense he's enjoying this a little too much, but she doesn't care.
After all, he is a bad, bad boy; so sinfully erotic, delightfully naughty, and best of all he is all hers.
"Watch, Elena," he says, leaning in to trace his teasingly wicked tongue against the side of her neck and the shell of her ear.
"I love watching you come," he purrs against her.
His fingers slip inside, pumping slowly up against her front wall as his thumb teases her clit.
"I love your every reaction…the way you gasp, the little shudders, the flush of your skin, the way you bite your lip when I touch you here…"
He circles his thumb over that spot as if to demonstrate, and her teeth bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out.
"I love how the more I stroke you, the harder your nipples get…"
His other hand has been resting on her thigh, spreading her open for him, but now it traces upwards.
She bites back another cry as he pinches her through the thin lace of her bra.
The little room is now becoming unbearably hot and she can feel the little beads of sweat forming on her skin.
"I love getting you so hot you glisten with moisture for me to taste," he continues.
"You have no idea how much I want to taste you right now."
Oh god, his words are getting to her almost as much as the delicious sensations washing over her. She can't breathe; she's so close. Just a little more pressure and…
Damon quickens his movements inside her, his fingers thrusting against her G-spot in determination to give her the release she needs.
"Fuck, I want to be inside you so bad," he moans softly. "But I can't. I won't be able to control myself if I take you here. You're just so incredibly tight, like you were made for me."
She's biting the inside of her lip now, drawing blood in her efforts to keep from screaming his name. His hand on her breast stills and he moves it up to cover her mouth.
"Bite me when you come," he growls, fingers now pumping against her in what can only be considered vampire-speed.
God, the way he's working her even the most powerful vibrator wouldn't be able to match him.
She shatters instantly, the waves crashing over her like an ocean storm.
She bites him so hard that had he been anyone else she could have broken the skin and done some serious damage.
At the same time that her teeth sink into his skin, he bites down on her shoulder with his human teeth.
She's more than a little disappointed he hadn't given her a real bite, but can't really think about that right now as the tingles are still rapidly firing through her overloaded system.
"Fuck! I want you so fucking bad right now," he growls as he releases her.
Elena can only nod in agreement.
She sinks against him bonelessly, thankful that he's strong enough to hold her upright.
This was even more intense than the shower, or even earlier in the forest, or in the car, or on the bed that first time—she's starting to lose count of how many times they've been together by now.
Today has simply been a haze of sexual pleasure and tender moments and she never wants it to end.
She knows that they'll eventually have to return to Mystic Falls tomorrow, but for now she just wants to enjoy this time with him without thinking about anything else.
Just then there's a little tap at the door.
"Is everything alright?" the sales girl asks from the other side.
Elena's eyes pop open, the sound of the girl's voice shocking her right out of her orgasmic bliss.
She turns her head, looking worriedly up at Damon in a "what do we do now?" expression.
He simply smirks and places a finger to his lips indicating for her not to make a sound. And then he steps back, turns around, and opens the door.
The girl's face is frozen in shock at the sight of him, but Damon simply stares into her eyes, pupils dilating as he begins the compulsion.
"You never saw me," he says quietly so only she can hear him.
"I never saw you," she repeats, eyes glazed over.
"Good," he smirks. "Now go back to the counter and wait until we're ready to pay."
The girl turns away, leaving them both alone in the dressing area again.
He turns back to Elena, licking his lips hungrily again.
"Better hurry up and try that dress on so we can get out of here," he winks at her.
Elena quickly slips it off the hanger and does as he asked, thighs still trembling.
She can't wait to get back to their room.