Title: Happy New Year, Damon

Author: Jenna AKA: Angel's blue eyed girl

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I own not one thing in this, except the idea.

A/N: I dedicate this to all of you who requested this fic and for those of you who've faithfully R&R'd my fics—(even though I'm horrible at replying)… Thank you. You guys inspire me, so this is for you.

A/N:2 01/05/14 First of all, I apologize to all my loyal readers who I've let down by not finishing my fics. I am on that. I had some personal issues that have left me unable to work on my writing. Or at least post anything that I felt was good enough to put out there. I give you my word, I am working on *all* my fics right now. Some are close to being done. Others, not yet, but I am determined and I have help from some of the wonderful friends I have made here.

Anyhow, this was started two years ago and it's complete now. I'm re-posting it. A new chappie will be up every day.

Happy New Year to everyone and to all the people who pm'd me or emailed me...sorry, I have a problem with my hotmail acct. right now. I'm trying to work it out. But, I wanted to tell you all thank you for all your love and support! I missed you all as much as you missed me. :)

Now, enuff of me-on with the show! ;)

Part 1

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," Elena said as I open the door to the boarding house.

My derisive snort lets her know how wrong I think she is. "Not that bad? You're kidding right?"

Elena sighs as she follows me inside. She was trying to avoid a fight—while I was itching for one at this point.

We'd just returned from Caroline's New Year's Eve party—a party Elena pretty much blackmailed me into attending to begin with by threatening me with 'no sex until after the New Years' if I refused. And yeah, that was hitting below the belt, (literally) but whatever. Let's face it. I've been head over heels in love with Elena for over a year, at least now I'm getting the perks of the position; all the mind-melting sex I could ask for. I'm generally one happy vampire nowadays. And best of all, on Christmas…she'd finally told me she loved me. Me, Damon Salvatore, the vampire who never thought he'd be first choice, was now her one and only. So, despite my aversion to all things teenybopper, I went to Caroline's stupid little party. I even smiled, drank and made with the merry, not to mention I didn't try to maim, kill or snack on even one of the drunken pubescent guests!

And that wasn't easy considering Elena pretty much abandoned me once we got there.

"First of all," I tell her as I toss my keys on the table by the entryway, "you make us beyond fashionably late because of a (I air quote here) hair emergency." At that I roll my eyes so hard it's a wonder they're not permanently lodged backwards. "Which makes no sense, by the way, because your hair is perfect as always." She flushes at the compliment, but I don't stop to tease or comment on how cute she is when she blushes—like I normally would. I'm pissed and on a roll. "And then as soon as we get there…you disappear. No explanation. No nothing. Conveniently leaving me as the lucky one to listen to Blondie bitch about our tardiness, which wasn't even my fault to begin with! So yeah, Elena, I think I have a right to be a little peckish!"

Thank God the Lockwood's have a good bar, I add silently, or who knows what would have happened?

"This morning, you promised me a night I'd never forget. You know what? I didn't take that as a bad thing at the time."

"It's not a bad thing. I promise," she adds and gives me a playful slap on my rear. The devious little smile she's sporting almost makes me forget I'm angry. Damn her.

"Says you. You're not the one who got stuck with irate Barbie, the whiny werewolf and my broody brother for half the night."

"At least I was there to stop Caroline from making you wear that sparkly hat when the ball was dropping," she says, slipping off her jacket and hanging it up on the rack.

My brows lower and I shoot her a look that says *very clearly* what would have happened to Barbie had she even tried to put that damned thing on my head.

"And," she adds, "I got you out of there right after midnight, so quit complaining already!"

"No, you got me out of there because I told you if I had to listen to one more Taylor Swift song, I'd start making happy meals out of the guests!"

She giggles and I realize with a frown that Elena no longer takes my threats of violence seriously. It's a little galling. "What, you don't think I would?" I give her my snarkiest smirk. "Hello? You do know me right?"

"Damon…" she says and I can hear the warning censure in her tone, but before I can reply and maybe bring this into a full-fledged-no holds barred argument, she stands on her tip toes and brushes a deliciously sweet kiss across my lips. "I'm sorry," she says softly. "You're right. I shouldn't have left you, but it was for a good reason. And I'll definitely make it up to you." She gives those big does eyes of hers and her lower lip protrudes just enough to make her look pouty-sexy and not pouty-whiny. "Trust me."

I'm not sure I'm ready to forgive her just yet, because let's face it—leaving me alone with Blondie for anything longer than five minutes is cruel and unusual, however, I'm intrigued on what she means by making it up to me. "Oh yeah?" I ask and she nods. "And how will you make it up to me?"

"I can't tell you just yet."

I snort and start to turn away, but she presses her incredible body up close and personal to mine and…yep, she knows just how to work me coz now all the blood in my body is rushing south, leaving my bigger brain at a disadvantage. "Damon, please…" she murmurs, her dainty fingers trailing down my chest to my belt buckle. "It's a New Year and I don't want to start it with a fight," she says, against my lips, giving a little tug on my belt for emphasis.

Now she really has my attention, and I let her have her way, because A: she is apologizing, B: she has a hold on my belt, and C: since this is more along the lines of how I planned our evening to go I'm sure as hell am not going to fuck it up by holding a grudge now. She's sorry—let her show me how much. It's a win-win in my book.

She buries her hands in my hair and tugs my head down…my hands automatically go to her hips, pulling her to me as her mouth opens over mine, her little tongue licks at my lips, seeking entrance and I close my eyes as I give in and open for her, allowing her entry to my mouth. With a little more force than necessary, Elena presses me against the wall, leaping at me and kissing me like she's a condemned prisoner and I'm her last meal! Her tongue darts into my mouth again and again, mating with mine in a rhythm we've gotten down to perfection over the last month. She like hot butter melting all over me and I moan, wrapping my arms around her and forget everything, but how perfect she fits in my embrace.

What were we talking about anyhow? It doesn't matter. She is my addiction and she's not above using her wiles to distract me; I'm not above letting her either. I'd much rather make love to her than fight any day of the week! Or fight and then make love—whichever, as long as it ends in sex, I'm good.

Hey, I'm a vampire eternally stuck in his twenties! Sex, especially with Elena, is high on my priority list.

We grope each other in the hall, making out like two horny teenagers until Elena's need for oxygen becomes critical and we both pull back, panting and out of breath, like we just ran a twenty five mile marathon.

My hands roam down her hips to grab two handfuls of her fantastic heart shaped ass and I marvel at how perfectly she fits in my palms, as if her butt was created to fit the size and shape of my hands perfectly. I flash my tried and true 'naughty smile' as I tug her back to me, pressing her belly firmly against my erection. "I think you still owe me a night I'll never forget, hmm?" I remind her, flaring my eyes and batting my lashes at her in a way that I know drives her all hot and crazy for me.

"That I do," she agrees with a decidedly naughty grin of her own. She neatly removes herself from my grasp and grabs my hand. "C'mon, I have a surprise for you."

"You know I hate surprises, right?" I say, dragging my feet a little because she's being so secretive I'm not sure if I should be excited or nervous.

"You'll like this one," she says, tugging me along behind her.

"Does it involve you wearing that naughty nurse outfit you wore for Halloween last year? You know the one I've been bugging you to find so we can play Doctor." I leer at her and wink. "Coz I know that's a surprise I can get behind."

Her smile is so deliciously wicked it takes everything in me not to stop us right there and take her hard and fast right on the stairs.

"It's better," she says.

And okay…Now, I'm officially hooked. I'm grinning like a fool as I let her pull me along behind her like an obedient puppy. I've never seen this side of her and it's a major turn on. She looks downright devious and I'm dying to know what it is exactly that my girl has in store for me? Better than the nurse's outfit? This has got to be one helluva surprise!

When we reach my bedroom, I notice the door is closed. Funny, I don't remember it being closed when we left. She gives me another little smirk before she swings it open and leads me inside. I stop just inside the threshold and stare at the transformation of my room disbelief. The entire room bathed in the soft glow of at least a hundred candles placed strategically on every free space to give it a low-lit sensual appeal. The mood lighting automatically makes me think of sex and how exquisite Elena's going to look naked in all that candlelight. There's a bucket with champagne chilling next to the bed. A large silver tray of chocolates, strawberries, grapes and a can of whipped cream are lying on my black silk comforter. And…my eyes widen, there's a red silk scarf tied each poster of my California King. I make a soft sound of satisfaction as Christmas floats through my mind—Elena tied and bound as I taught her what her body was really capable of feeling. She was so delectably willing that night; my vampire senses are tingling with anticipation of repeating the experience. I can't believe she's giving me that gift again and so soon. I wasn't expecting it, but I'll sure as hell appreciate it—and her—all night long.

"When did you—?" And then it dawns on me and I feel like a total ass for yelling at her earlier. "That's why you took off, isn't it?" I wave my hand at the perfect little love nest she's created, "to do this?"

She nods and nibbles on the bottom lip that I'm quite fond of too. "Do you like it?" she asks, almost shyly.

Like it? Is she crazy? I love that she's gone through all this trouble. I actually choke up as I realize she did all this for me. "You know," I say, pointing at all the unattended candles. "This could have been quite the fire hazard."

Her face falls just a bit, and yeah, maybe that's not what I should have said, but my emotions are a bit raw right now, so I fall back on something comfortable, my sarcastic wit. This girl makes me feel things I'd never thought I'd feel. It's a little scary for a big bad vampire to deal with sometimes.

"I'm sorry…" I say, immediately contrite when her eyes lower so that I can't tell whether she's sad or pissed. I reach out to grab her wrist and tug her to me. I wrap my arms loosely around her waist and lean down to nibble at her succulent lips. "This is perfect. You obviously went to a lot of trouble and I'm being an ass…" I tell her, giving her my best 'charm' smile, hoping it'll warm her up again.

She glances up at me through those thick lashes of hers and I see the eye roll she gives me even as her lips quirk upward into the beginnings of a smile. "Yeah, you are…" She pulls herself from my embrace and I think I've gone and fucked up the night, but then she picks up what looks like a riding crop. "But don't worry, I've got just the thing for that."

"Elena, what are you doing?"

She brings it up and points it at me, and yep, it's a short black leather riding crop with frayed tassels at the end. "I'm going to punish you, so you don't have to keep apologizing for being an ass." She snaps the crop against her palm with a loud *thwack*. "I've got it covered."

My jaw drops. I mean it's on the floor right now, because…what the fuck? Elena has never gotten Dom on me before. That's my role. And excuse me, but did she just say she was planning on punishing me?!

"Elena," I warn, not at all sure I like where she seems to be going with this. "What do you mean you plan on punishing me?" I ask, batting my lashes at her and smiling far more sweetly than I'm feeling.

Elena winks at me—winks I tell you, and reminds me of Christmas and how she gave me a gift. "I want to be in control tonight," she says.

I'm already shaking my head. I have serious control issues, everyone knows this. How can she not? "I don't—"

"Please Damon," she breathes, cutting me off. She places her hand on my chest, stroking me through my John Vervatos button down. "Will you trust me enough to give me this?"

Her voice is husky, definitely aroused and for once in my very long life, I'm actually speechless! I never would have suspected Elena had this in her. The real question, however, is do I have it in me to relinquish control like this? I'm kind of an alpha-male and the last time I let a woman have that kind of power over me, it was Katherine. Look how that turned out. I got turned and she turned into the biggest bitch in history! Not a happy ending. And yeah, I'm well aware Elena is nothing like Katherine… But fuck! This is a serious thing for me and I would've liked more than a couple seconds to make the decision. Except Elena's waiting for my answer, worrying her bottom lip and looking nervous now, because I haven't said anything yet. Shit! I can tell she really wants to do this, and her sparkle is dimming the longer I take to reply.

"You know….if you don't want to…" Her voice trails off filled with disappointment.

And I suddenly realize how hard this might be for her as well. Taking on a persona so unlike her own.

We're both out of our comfort zones here.

I release a long drawn out breath. "Okay," I say, agreeing to do it, even though the idea of being tied up and submissive is going against every instinct I possess.

Elena's face immediately lights up and she throws her arms around my neck and peppers my face with kisses "You won't regret it," she whispers into my ear, before giving my earlobe a gentle bite which sends shivers up my spine and gets me semi hard simultaneously.

I glance at the bed and the scarves attached. "So, I suppose those are for me then?" I ask, smirking because there's no way those little scraps of silk will hold me if I choose not to stay tied up.

Elena nods. "Yep, but first I want you naked."

"Yeah, and I'd like you naked too. How about a trade?"

"Me later. You—naked now," she orders and my mouth drops again, because before my eyes, my sweet little Elena is turning into a drill Sargent—a damned sexy one at that!

I let go of my last reservations and give her my best come hither smirk. "My lady commands…I obey," I tease and begin to undress. I get my shoes and socks off first, before I go to work on my shirt. Slowly, enjoying the way her eyes are darkening with desire, I undo the buttons on my silk shirt one at a time until my chest becomes available for her viewing pleasure. I know I have a hot body. Been told I'm sex on legs too many times not to know women find me eye-candy to the extreme, but Elena isn't just any girl. She's my 'Holy-Grail' of woman-kind, so it pleases me immensely to see that she's definitely enjoying the sight. Her breathing has accelerated and she's licking her lips like I'm a dessert she can't wait to get a taste of. It's a real turn on and my semi hard erection becomes a full-fledged hard-on quicker than you can say boner!

I make a show of sliding the shirt off my shoulders and down my arms before letting it drop in a puddle at my feet. Elena's eyes hungrily roam my naked chest before she looks pointedly at my jeans.

"Lose the pants," she demands huskily, and if possible my dick gets even harder.

My hands go to the button on my jeans and Elena is breathing hard now, her eyes riveted on my crotch. My cock takes notice and appreciates her avid attention by twitching in the now far too tight confines of its denim prison. Jesus-H-Christ! This girl is making me crazy and we haven't even begun to play yet! I slide the zipper down and she swallows convulsively. I do too, because her arousal is so strong that it's making my vampire senses buzz enthusiastically.

"Hope I'm wearing my good underwear," I purr as I shimmy my hips and let the jeans slide down my thighs. Elena gasps as my cock jumps out, rigid and at full mast. I flash a Cheshire cat grin her way, chuckling at her wide-eyed stare. "Oops, guess I forgot." I shrug, kicking my jeans off and away. "I'm not wearing any."

Her eyes fly to mine and then, the sexiest smile I've ever seen slides across her face and she nods her head in appreciation. "Good boy," she says and just-like-that, I'm speechless once again. "Now get on the bed," she orders.

Following my role in tonight's events I tell her 'yes ma'am' and climb up on my huge bed. "How do you want me…Mistress," I add with a smirk and a widening of my eyes.

Elena practically purrs with pleasure and I know I'm not going to regret giving her this.

"Hmmm," she says, tapping a finger against her chin and pondering my question as if I just asked her to solve the nation's deficit. "You have such a gorgeous backside…" she says, "It'd really be a shame not to be able to look at it." I start to roll over. "But," she says, tapping my belly with the crop, not hard enough to hurt, but in a curt way that stops me from turning over. "You're chest and abs are spectacular." She glances at my cock, and ever her servant, it twitches for her. She licks those plump, mouthwatering lips of hers again and I grit my teeth. She's damned sexy and it is taking everything in me not to take control of this little New Years' Adventure.

"Not to mention," she adds, "if you were lying face down, then my favorite part of you would be unavailable for my attentions." I roll my eyes as she taps her forefinger on her lower lip, "Decisions, decisions."

"Elena," I sigh, "back or front, it's really not that hard to decide."

Finally, she nods her head, obviously making up her mind. "Okay, on your back—spread eagle," she adds in a firm voice.

It's what I would have suggested myself, so I comply easily. This is getting very hot and I'm surprised that I actually kind of like Dom Elena since I'm definitely not a sub. She comes over to the bed and proceeds to tie me up, wrists and ankles attached to a column on my four poster bed, so that I'm spread out and on display, exactly how she was just last week. As soon as I'm completely bound hand and foot, my vampire instincts kick in, reminding me that I don't care for this utter lack of control—not one bit, but this is her fantasy and I love this girl. If this is what she wants, then I want to give it to her. It's as simple as that.

She gives each of my limbs an experimental tug as if seeing if I'm tied securely and I barely resist rolling my eyes because—really—does she honestly think these scarves can actually hold me if I don't want to be held?

"Elena, I'm fine," I assure her, wriggling my brows for good measure.

"Yes, you definitely are," she says playfully, trailing her finger down my chest and in between my pectoral muscles, until she comes to the happy trail of dark hair that leads to my groin. I arch my hips, an unspoken demand for her to keep going, but she flattens her hand on my stomach and presses me back to the mattress. "Down boy," she says, taunting me with another seductive smirk, "tonight I get to decide when and where I touch." Her nails rake my abdomen, leaving red welts in their wake and I hiss, sucking in a sharp breath of pleasurable pain as she leans down into my face and nips at my bottom lip. "Not you," she adds sternly and as she backs away from me, leaving me tied to my bed.

I find myself smiling, because wow! She's really getting into this role of hers, and damn it, it's turning me on to no end! "Yes, ma'am."

"I like it better when you call me Mistress," she tells me and I almost laugh, but don't. It would ruin her mood and she's enjoying this far too much. Elena's happiness is mine. Not to mention—did I tell you how this is really starting to turn me on?

"Yes, Mistress," I reply in a voice I barely recognize as my own, because it's so rough and husky, not my usual suave and sexy.

Elena nods, obviously pleased with my response. "Good boy."

"I think it's obvious I'm not a boy, Mistress," I tease, unable to help myself from trying to fluster her even for a moment.

But Elena surprises me by trailing the tassels of the crop along the rigid length of my erection. "Oh, I can see that," she says. "You're definitely all man. My man."

"Fuck!" I curse under my breath, squeezing my eyes closed as I try and regain my brains—they all headed below my waist the second she ran that leather against my dick!

She chuckles softly, my dilemma obvious. "Now don't go anywhere," she taunts, running the crop along my thigh—adding to my problem. "I'll be right back."

Wait. What? My eyes flash open. "Where are you going?" I ask, stunned that she's got me trussed up like this and now she's leaving? What the hell?!

"I've got to change," she says, pulling a huge bag from my closet.

The large duffel (kind of like the ones I've seen strippers carry for their gigs) has my imagination working into overdrive. She could have a plethora of outfits or toys in that thing. I swallow hard as I force myself to remain still and not snap these damned scarves and see for myself what my girl has stashed in there.

As she passes the bed I notice a smaller bag tucked into a side compartment of the duffel. The black and red plastic bag has a picture of fur-lined handcuffs stamped across it along with the 'The Pleasure Chest' logo in blood red letters. I know the place, it's an S&M gift shop. And with the realization that Elena has been shopping there—oh yeah, this night just got a lot more interesting.

I'm pretty sure I'm drooling as my eyes follow the sway of her hips as she heads for my bathroom. She stops suddenly, turns and runs back to me. "Damon, I love you," she blurts out, kissing me loudly on the mouth. "Thank you for giving me this."

If I wasn't already head over heels for her I think I would have just fallen madly in love. "I love you, too, Elena, you know that."

She hesitates and there's a sudden intense moment between us and I can see she's debating whether to continue on with our play time or just say 'fuck it' and make love now. I can see she really wants this experience for us. It's a definite change of pace, and truthfully, I definitely enjoy Elena exploring her wild side. I break the tension between us by wriggling my brows at her and doing my *eye flirt thing* that she both loves and hates in equal measure, depending on the circumstance. "Tick-tock, baby. You have about ten seconds to get changed into whatever hot little number you have in that bag or we're going to play role reversal right now," I tell her with a wink and a grin just cheeky enough to get her all fired up again.

"I don't think so. You're mine tonight," she says, eyeing my naked body up and down as if I was a prime rack of beef she was looking to purchase and (for just a moment) my dead heart leaps up into my throat because it was such a *Katherine* thing to do that it almost gives me the shivers.

"Be right back," she says in a breathless voice and then she's gone.

The waiting is killing me of course, but I bide my time by going over all the ways I'm going to initiate Elena into role playing games since she's obviously an eager student of the sport. I go over all the scenarios I could act out with her from 'Naughty Nurse' to 'Hot for Teacher'…each one getting me more and more turned on…

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I was just getting aroused to the point of frustration when she finally walks out of the bathroom.

And holy shit it was so worth the wait! I forget to breathe—forget I don't have to as I take in the get up she has on. I imagine I look like one of those old cartoons where the wolf's eyes pop from his head and his tongue rolls out onto the floor when he sees a hot number looking like Elena right now. Hell, even my name might be a challenge at this point. Elena is dressed like every dirty dream I've ever had rolled into one gorgeous package and I'm ready and willing to be this woman's slave for tonight, tomorrow—fuck me! Sign me up for a lifetime of servitude. My girl is just that damned hot!

Her hair is straight, but wilder than she normally wears it. Like she flipped it upside down, sprayed it and ran her hands through it. She looks well fucked actually, and that's a real turn on, but it's her outfit that has all the blood in my body rushing south of the border. Elena is wearing a black leather corset that makes her already tiny waist look waspish and incredibly small. It's designed in a 'peasant girl style', which is a favorite of mine because it reminds me of the off the shoulder, tightly cinched dresses that women used to wear when I was human. The capped-sleeve-inspired straps hang just off her shoulders and the corset laces up the front with a delicate red ribbon, giving it a delicious contrast of red lace and black leather; two colors that are pure vamp nirvana. Her ensemble includes a black G-string that laces up the front, giving me a tantalizing peek-a-boo view of her sex that has my mouth watering. Her black thigh-high stockings and garters showcase her mile long legs and sleek thighs and the outfit is completed by a pair of black five inch, peep toed, 'come-fuck-me' heels that make me growl in lust as I imagine her flat on her back, with her legs in the air wearing nothing but the shoes and garters as I fuck her senseless!

"You look utterly delicious," I say, giving serious thought to simply snapping my bonds, tossing her on the bed and just having my wicked way with her right then and there.

But that would spoil her fun, so I resist the urge.

"So do you," she says, sauntering across the room towards me. She has something in her right hand, trailing it behind her as she slinks towards me like she's the predator and I'm her prey.

I finally get a glimpse at what she's holding in her right hand and my eyes widen. She's ditched the riding crop and has decided on a leather flogger instead. I'm not sure I like the look in her eyes as she taps it against one slender thigh, her eyes raking over my naked body. Surely, she isn't seriously thinking about using that thing me.

Not fucking likely!

"Elena…" I warn, my entire body tensing when she stops by the bed and runs the frayed end of the whip up my thigh towards my groin. "Don't even think about it," I say, clenching my jaw tight.

"Relax," she tells me and my penis jumps as she slides the butter soft leather straps along the shaft. "It's just a prop. Unless…" She pauses, and my breath catches as she holds the flogger directly above the straining tip of my erection. "You want me to spank you…" She leans down to nibble at my lips. "Tell me, have you been naughty or nice this year?"

"Definitely naughty," I admit brashly, both aroused and wary simultaneously, "but, I think I'll pass on the spanking, that is…unless I get to return the favor."

"Maybe later. Right now I have other things I want to do to that magnificent body."

I smirk, but let her have her way for now, because we both know she loves it when I get a little rough and now that I know she has that particular item here… Oh yeah, we're going to play with it at some point. Just not yet…

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Okay, that's part 1. I know it's different than the original...that's because I rewrote part of it. Added a little more sweet D/E action since the show is sadly lacking in that nowadays. Anyhow, next chappie will be up tomorrow. Till then be happy and hope you all have a great day! :)