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Chapter 11: The Good, The Bad, and the Naughty
Warning: This chapter gets a little bit kinky. You may want to skip this one if you're not comfortable with bondage, spanking, or domination. Sorry, the muse wants what she wants, and right now Musie wants Dominant Damon. *licks lips hungrily*
Damon's eyes roll into the back of his head.
He's finding it increasingly more difficult to concentrate on their destination as Elena takes him deep into her warm mouth.
One hand is fisting into her dark locks of hair, now in messy curls around his clenched fingers, and the other hand is gripping the steering wheel so hard he's amazed he isn't crushing it.
Her wicked little tongue suddenly flicks over the patch of skin just under his head and he nearly loses it right then.
"Oh, FUCK!"
He throws his head back against the seat and his foot presses slightly harder on the gas pedal; he has to get them to their hotel now, before he hauls her onto his lap and gives everyone in town a free show.
She's testing the limits of his control, he can tell.
Earlier she'd asked him how perfect his reflexes were even with certain distractions, and he'd stupidly challenged her to find out for herself. Not to say he isn't enjoying himself, he's just beginning to realize that challenging her at this particular moment might not have been the best idea if he wants to get them back to the hotel in one piece.
He's still in awe of the fire he's unleashed in her; this Elena was wild, inhibition-free, and had such insatiable lust for him that he's almost having difficulty keeping up with her.
If he were anyone else, he would be exhausted by now; she's quite possibly broken a record with the number of times she's already had him today.
Elena lets out a low moan, letting the vibrations tease and tickle Damon's hard cock as it twitches beneath her fingertips.
She tilts her head down, resting it on his lap as much as she can. She's grateful that his leather seats aren't spaced apart so she can lie across them quite comfortably without being seen by the other drivers.
She flicks her tongue beneath his head, sucking the flesh between her lips when she feels him twitch again; she loves feeling his reaction to her as much as she loves having control over him in these moments.
At first he'd been hesitant to give in, but while she didn't have him begging (yet), he had begun to let down his guard with her.
"You're such a tease," he says, pouting slightly as she pulls back just as he turns the car sharply into the parking lot.
"I'm only a tease if I don't plan to finish what I started," she quips back cheekily, a smirk on her lips.
"Oh you're definitely going to be finishing this," he growls.
She lifts her head up, moving to sit back upright on the passenger side.
"And if I don't?" she arches her brow up, that look of challenge in her eyes again.
"Then I'll have to spank you," he says, his voice just the hint of a threat.
"Well in that case, maybe I should stop."
She moves to open the door and Damon curses her for leaving him in such an aroused state. He is not looking forward to having to tuck himself back into his jeans right now.
This Elena is pure evil.
"Elena," he warns her seriously. "If you don't fix this right now, I'm going to have to punish you."
"Promises, promises."
She turns her head, grinning saucily before pushing the door open and stepping out of the car.
Cursing again, Damon winces as he tucks himself back into his horribly tight jeans.
She's already running back to the entrance of the building, daring him to chase her.
Oh is she ever going to get it once he has her back in their room!
Quickly grabbing their bags from the trunk and tossing the valet his keys, he chases her at normal speed. He catches the door to the elevator just as it's closing. His eyes are dark with lust and full of dangerous promise.
"You've been a very naughty girl," he growls.
She has the audacity to smirk at him in amusement and he suddenly feels a strong urge to tie her to the bed and remind her who's in charge.
Unfortunately, the headboard is solid wood and doesn't really allow for that; which simply means he will just have to get a little creative.
"And just what are you going to do about it?" she purrs seductively, her eyes travelling down to rest on the very prominent bulge of his jeans.
The door closes and Damon slams his hand against the button leading to their floor.
Her back is suddenly pressed against the wall, his hands curving around her hips as he grinds into the apex of her thighs shamelessly.
"Keep it up, Elena," he growls low in her ear. "See what happens."
She wiggles her hips and lifts one leg high on his hip, wrapping it around him to pull him closer to that tempting heat.
"I intend to," she shoots back, her eyes turning the shade of dark chocolate in her lust.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he says, suddenly lifting her up against him.
Her legs wrap tightly around his waist as he carries her and their things to their room in a flash of movement; he's never been more thankful for vampire speed.
She's up against the door and he fumbles with the card key, cursing to himself as he tries to get the stupid thing into the slot without looking.
His lips are too preoccupied with hers for him to actually look away and concentrate on that task.
Her hand slides down his chest and abs, cupping him through his jeans and giving him a naughty squeeze. If it wasn't for his tight grasp on her hips, she would have tumbled backwards to the floor the second he got the lock to cooperate and flung the door open.
In an instant it's slammed closed again with her pressed hard against it.
His hands move up to squeeze her breasts before reaching into the neckline of her sweater and tearing it down the middle.
She gasps against his lips as her breasts met the cool air and her nipples pucker inside the lace of her bra.
His mouth is at her neck again, hungrily sucking and licking at her sensitive flesh as he makes quick work of tearing her pants and sliding down his jeans.
He can already feel the moisture pooling from her, soaking her panties and rendering them useless. Without warning, he rips them off her, the scrap of lace falling at his feet unnoticed as he slams into her hot core.
She cries out at the sudden invasion, feeling her walls stretching around his massive length as he pumps into her at a pace that makes her insides throb with her pleasure and need.
She's so hot right now, and her insides are so swollen with her arousal that every stroke into her body sends her spiraling higher toward release. And then just as quickly as he'd taken her, he suddenly pulls out of her and sets her back down so that she's leaning against the door on shaky legs.
"What the hell, Damon?" she spits out, glaring at him.
"Naughty girls don't get to come," he tells her, his voice suddenly commanding and dangerous. "And you, my dear, have been a very naughty girl," he says as he casually picks up the torn fabric of her shirt and rips it into two long strips.
Her eyes are wide with shock as he suddenly grasps her hands together and holds them over her head. He binds them tight with one of the pieces, smirking devilishly at her expression.
"I did warn you that you'd have to be punished," he reminds her.
He watches her face for any signs of apprehension, but is surprised to see only desire and a bit of curiosity reflecting in her eyes.
"You can tell me to stop at any time if it becomes too much for you," he assures her, his voice softening for the moment.
Her eyes glitter with challenge and an unbelievable amount of trust as she whispers, "Do your worst."
He chuckles darkly, the smirk gracing his lips again.
"Remember you said that."
He keeps her wrists firmly in place above her head with one hand, and moves the other down her throat to the straps of her bra. He rips the shoulder straps and tears at the clasp of her bra, dropping it to the floor.
"If you keep doing that soon I won't have any underwear left," she gasps, arching into him as his tongue traces zig zag patterns over her collar bone.
"I'll buy you more," he growls, nipping down toward her breast.
"Hell, I'll buy out the entire Victoria's Secret franchise if I have to, if it means I can tear something hot and lacy off of you every day," he adds as an afterthought before quickly dipping his head down to capture her nipple with his teeth.
She hisses in pleasure and slight pain, her hands straining against his firm grasp on her wrists as her fingers itch to tangle in his hair and pull him closer.
"Damon," she pleads as he cruelly draws away from her chest.
He suddenly lifts her into his arms and moves quickly toward their bed. He lays her out across it, pinning her hands above her head, and stands back to admire her.
"Here's how this is going to work," he tells her seriously. "You're not allowed to touch yourself or move your body in any way that would force me to touch you where you want it. If you want something, you're going to ask for it and depending on whether or not I'm feeling generous, you might get it. You will also leave your hands where I've placed them until I tell you that you can move them, however you are allowed to grip and claw at the sheets if you feel the need to. If I tell you to do something, you do it, and if you break any of these rules, you will be punished. Do you understand?"
She nods her head, licking her lips in nervous anticipation.
"Yes," she says in that breathy voice that sends tingles of pleasure straight to his cock.
"Good," he says, satisfied that she would play his game.
"Watch me," he commands as he slowly peels off his shirt and tugs his open jeans down and off, gyrating his hips in a deliberate strip-tease.
He can smell her arousal growing stronger as he finally stands bare before her and looks boldly into her eyes.
She's licking her lips, hungry for him as he hooks his arms under her knees to bring her hips right to the edge of the mattress.
She's already dripping wet for him as he slides one finger down to circle her entrance before slowly pushing it inside.
"Damon…" she moans.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head as he adds a second finger and thrusts them up in a steady pace.
She can feel the shocks of pleasure radiating from that spot all the way to her breasts and for a moment she forgets one of his rules, suddenly bucking her hips against his hand to take him harder.
She immediately realizes her mistake when he draws his hand back, still coated with her juices, and smacks the inside of her thigh just enough to jolt her from her pleasure haze.
"Did I say you could do that?" he asks her in a scolding tone.
She shakes her head, biting her lip as the maddening pulse between her thighs drives her insane with her need.
He is evil to torture her like this!
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that," he says.
"No," she whimpers.
She wiggles her hips slightly, begging him not to leave her in such a state.
"Consider that your only warning, Elena," he says darkly.
"Now, try to control yourself," he growls as he suddenly sinks to his knees and brings her to his lips, thrusting his tongue into her as deeply as he can to lap up her sweet nectar.
She can do nothing more than gasp and let out sharp, high pitched little cries as he works his lips and tongue over her.
He pulls his tongue back from her and flicks it against that little bundle of nerve endings, already swollen and pulsing with her arousal so that the slightest touch sends her spiraling close to the edge.
He's driving her crazy; every time she gets close to coming, he pulls away from that spot or changes the amount of pressure so that climax is always just out of reach.
After quite a few minutes of teasing, Elena has decided she's had enough; she wants him inside her now
"Fuck, Damon…just fucking do me already!" she shouts in irritation.
She immediately regrets her words when she sees his eyes darken with that unnamable, dangerous emotion.
"I warned you," he says, smirking as her eyes suddenly widen in shock.
He turns her so she's on her stomach and bent over the bed.
"Good girls get to come, naughty girls get punished!"
His hand comes down on her ass and she cries out in surprise; the back of her thigh is stinging slightly, but other than that it hadn't really hurt. She turns her head to look over her shoulder at him. He's watching her for any signs of discomfort.
"Is that all you've got?" she says cheekily, wiggling her hips to let him know it's safe to continue.
He gives her a wicked grin and brings his hand down again, a little harder this time but not enough to really hurt her.
"FUCK!" she cries out even as she stands on the tips of her toes to bring her ass higher in the air for him.
Damon can't believe how much she's into this; it was just more proof that she'd been with the wrong brother from the start, because trying to imagine Stefan capable of giving her the fucking she truly needed was laughable.
There was a reason why Katherine had decided to keep both of them for her amusement, after all.
A tingle shoots up her spine during the final slap and she feels her slick walls tighten with her need.
"Damon, fuck me!"
She hisses as his hand comes down sharply again; she's certain there would be a red hand print on her ass soon enough, if it isn't there already.
"You forgot the magic words, Elena," he warns, slapping her one last time.
"Damon, please fuck me!" she cries, tears springing to her eyes in frustration.
"Much better," he growls in approval, moving his hips forward to rub against her.
She gasps in pleasure as he places his tip at her entrance and pushes all the way into her in one stroke.
Her wrists are rubbing together, struggling against the bindings in an effort to grip the sheets and give herself more leverage.
With every stroke she's sliding against the covers, causing her nipples to rub against the material with such delicious friction.
She is dizzy with the pleasure she's experiencing.
She lets out another loud cry as she feels the rhythm change from fast and hard to slow and teasing. She can feel every inch of him stroke against her tight walls; the tingles are starting up in her hands and feet again, licking slowly up her legs…building…building…
Damon holds her hips firmly, sliding all the way out and pushing slowly back in until she's clenching around him so tight he can actually feel her walls pulsing around him.
One more thrust and she'd shatter around him, but he can't have that happen just yet. Reluctantly, he draws back again, chuckling at her little whine of frustration.
"Not so much fun to be teased, is it?" he taunts her.
"No," she shakes her head.
He leans forward, rubbing his hard length teasingly between her folds as he brushes his lips against the back of her neck. The action sends shivers down her spine and she arches back against him.
"Are you ready to be a good girl now and behave?" he purrs.
"Yes," she sighs.
She wiggles her hips again, trying to get him back inside her but he pulls back.
"Please?" she whimpers.
If he makes her fucking beg for it, she's more than prepared to do it now.
He's smirking against her neck, she can feel it.
"Patience," he rasps. "Now turn around."
She does her best to comply, rolling onto her back and allowing him to move her hips back into their previous spot at the edge of the bed.
He slides his hands up her thighs, spreading them apart slowly before moving upward to caress her breasts and roll her nipples.
He notices her wrists are a little bit red from rubbing against her bindings and takes pity on her.
He carefully slides his hands up her arms and with one tug he tears the fabric to free her.
He leans over her, bringing each hand up to his lips and places soothing, soft kisses against the insides of her wrists, rubbing them gently with his thumbs.
He stares deeply into her eyes, reading something in them that makes his heart ache for her. He wants desperately to tell her, but knows that it still isn't the right time.
Perhaps he's old-fashioned, but he believes in romancing a girl before revealing such important matters of the heart; not blurting it out after he's just finished tying her up, slapping her ass, and fucking her senseless.
Regaining control of his emotions quickly, he gives her that wickedly teasing smirk that he knows secretly turns her on even if she doesn't want to admit it.
"I'm gonna rock your world," he promises before kneeling to the floor and pulling her up to his lips again.
He wastes no time, quickly attacking her clit with wild abandon.
She lets out a high pitched squeal as his lips press firmly against that tight little bud, sucking and flicking against it with his tongue until she's seeing black spots in her vision and every fine hair on her body is standing on end.
Her thighs convulse around him, squeezing his head like a vice.
He massages her thighs, trying to relax her tightened muscles as he brings her higher.
Her toes curl, her fingers twitch, and she can do nothing more than inhale sharp little gasps as the coil inside her tightens, ready to snap at any second.
He can feel how close she is, but he can't resist testing that little spring just a bit more; besides, he loves the little sounds she's making right now.
She is so far gone that she can do nothing more than let out high-pitched little shrieks that are barely above a whisper; and every time he flicks his tongue over that one little spot just right those little shrieks reach a higher pitch than before.
When he's certain that she can go no higher, he slides his finger into her clenching hot core and sends her crashing over the edge.
Her whole body locks up in spasms, her eyes roll back into her head, and her nectar flows into his mouth in waves. He drinks her in, savoring her sweet taste even as he brings her back up to her peak again.
"Damon, please…I need you," she whimpers, reaching out to grip his shoulders and pull him up to her.
He rises to his feet, bringing her legs up at a ninety-degree angle against his chest as he brings one hand down to grip his steel length and tease his head against her slick entrance.
Elena gasps at the contact, feeling a lot tighter with her legs so close together.
A jolt of pleasure shoots straight up her spine as he slowly pushes his hips forward, stroking her inner walls with such delicious friction that she's already spiraling again.
She feels so wonderfully full of him and her skin prickles in response to each gentle stroke as he pulls back, then slides slowly forward again; in and out in such a steady rhythm, as if he's determined to draw out the exquisite sensations as long as possible.
A war rages inside her; she aches for him to go faster, harder, end her torment, but at the same time the slow burn he is creating between her thighs is such exquisite torture that she almost doesn't want it to stop.
Damon must sense her internal battle somehow, because he holds her thighs firmly to restrict any movements she might be tempted to make.
"We have time," he rasps. "Stop trying to rush things and just enjoy it."
He punctuates his statement with a slow roll of his hips that causes her thighs to tremble in reaction and another wave of tingles to shoot through her, straight to her breasts.
Her hands are clutching at the sheets, fighting to restrain herself from running them over her hot skin as the prickling sensations intensify.
She's beginning to forget how to breathe, and the light from the window is beginning to hurt her eyes; she closes them, and a kaleidoscope of colors dances across her eyelids.
She's floating, drifting on a sea of pleasure.
She's dimly aware of him sliding out and crawling onto the bed next to her.
He sits up on his knees, gathering her into his arms so that she's in front of him, her back to his chest. His fingers come up to stroke her nipples even as the shocks of pleasure still course through her.
"Hold on," he instructs her as he suddenly moves his hands down her arms and places her hands against the headboard.
She grips it tightly to steady herself, not exactly sure if her legs are strong enough to hold her up on their own.
Damon brushes her hair off her shoulder, exposing the soft skin of her neck.
He slides back into her in one thrust of his hips, moaning against her skin as he works to bring them both to a glorious climax.
She arches against him, pushing her hips as hard as she can against his in wild abandon.
He lets her set the pace this time, having denied his own release long enough; he needs to claim her now.
He doesn't have to wait long; she slams her hips down again, screaming as she shakes and writhes against him.
Her fingers lose their grip on the headboard and her nails scrape against it, leaving small scratches in the dark wood.
With one last feral cry, she slams down one last time; the action triggers his own climax immediately.
His fangs begin to emerge as he lowers his mouth down to her neck; he fights them back, determination winning out over all his instincts to claim her.
It isn't time yet, he reminds himself, even as he feels her leaning back to give him more access to her throat as he presses his human teeth into her skin for yet another love-bite.
He can feel her walls clenching, milking him of his seed as he pulses inside her.
As they both start to come down from their orgasmic high, Damon gently soothes the bite mark on her skin, placing soft kisses over her neck as he carefully slides out of her and lowers them both into a spooning position on the bed.
He hears a soft whine coming from her throat and suddenly worries that he'd been too rough with her.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asks, softly stroking her hip, which is still a little red from where his hand had made contact.
She shakes her head, snuggling against him so that he's nestled between her thighs.
"No," she says, pouting slightly. "I just didn't want you to leave me just yet."
"I'm not going anywhere," he tells her seriously.
She turns in his arms to meet his intense gaze, a soft smile against her lips.
"I know that," she purrs. "I didn't mean it like that, though…" color stains her cheeks as she adds "I just like having you inside me," under her breath.
Damon can't help chuckling at her admission.
"Well, we can't always be joined at the hip," he teases her. "Besides, once those endorphins stop rushing through your system you're going to have trouble walking."
"Please," she rolls her eyes. "I've already lost count of how many times I've had you today and it hasn't happened yet. Face it; you're not going to wear me out any time soon no matter how much you rock my world!"
"Baby," he says confidently, "I haven't even begun to rock your world!"
She sighs in pleasure at the thought, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped around her. The languorous effects of her afterglow begin to settle over her and she yawns in spite of herself.
Damon laughs softly, smirking in amusement.
"Seems like I've worn you out after all," he teases.
"Just a little bit," she yawns again.
She smiles softly as she feels him press his lips to her forehead; it's such a sweet gesture and she's beginning to live for those tender moments between them, hoping that they will continue long after their return to Mystic Falls.
"We still have a few hours to kill before we have to get ready for dinner, if you wanted to take a nap," he says softly.
"Sounds good," she mumbles, already half asleep. "Stay with me?"
Damon grasps a corner of the blanket to fold it over her so she won't get cold.
"Always," he promises her.