Title: Happy New Year Damon

Author: Angel's blue eyed girl AKA Jenna

Rating: As always an M if you're under 18 do not read.

Disclaimer: I own nothing...sadly. *sighs*

A/N: I was going to post this tomorrow, but I figured you've all waited long enough. I am just editing part 3 will have that up either later tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy...and again, to all of you who have pm'd me or msg'd me...thanks for remembering me. Your thoughts and well wishes meant a lot. I promise I will get in touch with each and every one of you soon. Huge hugs...

Jen

**D&E*

Okay, this takes up right where we left off in part 1:

Damon's bedroom:

"Tell me," Elena asks, "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."

My eyes are glued to her body as she gets off the bed and heads back to the bathroom, giving me a fantastic view of how well the garter belt and G-string display her spectacular ass perfectly. I'm so hard right now that I begin to wonder if it's possible for a penis to simply explode from too much blood being pumped into it. Before I can give it any serious thought, she's back with her little 'Pleasure Chest' bag.

"So, what all have you got in your bag of tricks, Mistress Elena?"

"That's for me to know and you to dot…dot…dot," she quips and I laugh at her using my own lines back on me.

She's digging around for a moment, but from my position on the bed, I can't see the items she setting on the bedside table and it unnerves me for a moment, but I force myself to relax.

"You know," she says when she's done. "I was thinking about what you said last week about how some of your vampire senses aren't as attuned as mine…" She climbs up on the bed with me and my mouth goes dry as her intoxicating scent assails my vampire sense of smell—which, by the way, is *not* one that is less than a human's. "Do you remember?" she asks, reaching out to grab something off the table.

"Yeah, I remember," I reply, not at all surprised at how raspy my voice sounds. I'm so stiff that I think my cock would drill through concrete right about now!

Elena straddles my waist and the wet heat at the apex of her thighs is pressed right up against my flesh when she plops herself down on my belly. I groan low and deep because not only is she assaulting my highly developed sense of smell, but I'm getting an up close and highly erotic view of her moist sex and (please just fuck me, Elena!) she's driving me crazy!

"Well, you said to a vampire the sense of pain is closely tied to pleasure, remember?"

I can only nod because my body is going haywire with the overload of pheromones rolling off both myself and my girl. She brings something out from behind her back and I finally get a good look at the first toy she's decided to try on me. It's a collar with a metal ring looped to the front and hooked to the ring is two stainless steel chains with nipple clamps attached to each end. I'm not sure I'm fond of her putting a collar on me, but the nipple clamps…I swallow thickly.

"So, this is something that would bring you as much pleasure as it does pain. Right?"

Again I nod, slower this time because yeah, I'm already tingling in anticipation of the wicked paradox of sensations those will give me. I have to admit, I'm impressed with her ingenuity.

"Did you know, that according to Cosmo, men have five *real* erogenous zones…" She leans down, her breasts nearly brushing my lips while she buckles the collar around my neck. "And supposedly the nipples are one of the most sensitive," she tells me, adjusting the collar so that she can align the chains right. The cold steel against my chest makes my nipples pucker and she uses that to her advantage to attach the first clamp. "I think with your vampire need for a little pain with your pleasure that these would be perfect for you." She attaches the other clamp and I groan softly. "Is that alright? It's not too tight is it?"

I swallow convulsively, but assure her I'm fine. Better than fine actually, I'm wallowing in overstimulation. The stiff leather against my neck chafes and the pinch of the clamps on my sensitive nipples has my gums aching, fangs threatening to drop. Elena's obviously been an apt pupil. To a vampire pain is tied to pleasure and she's managed to stimulate two of my favorites with her naïve excursion into role playing.

She leans back to look me over. "Wow," she breathes and I really want to see myself through her eyes right now, because—fuck! She looks bewitched and it's incredibly sexy. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen…"

There's a long moment where neither of us say anything, we just look at each other and I know Elena's comment isn't just complimenting me on my looks—which are—let's face it—above average! But no. This is different. She sees me. She gets me. She knows that inside I'm not the monster she once called me. I love. And when I do, it's with everything I have.

"I love you, Damon," she says softly, stroking her finger along my cheek to my lips.

I flash a smirk and nip at her finger because, while I love hearing those words from her, I know she wants to play, and if we both get mushy right now, bye-bye role play. So, in order to allow Elena to have her night, I stick to my role. "And I love you, Mistress Elena. I hope you don't fall in love with all the pretty boys you've had tied to your bed."

She laughs softly. "Hardly. You're the first and only."

I nod. I knew that of course, but still… "Good."

She sighs, running her palms along my chest. "Do you know what I thought the first time I saw you?" She tugs at the collar around my neck, adjusting it to give her a place on my neck to lick and kiss while her nails scrape over my tortured nipples, tugging at the clamps experimentally.

My vampire senses explode. "No, but if memory serves it probably wasn't flattering," I manage to gasp, proud of my witty comeback, but surprised I managed it. My brain is misfiring and only the most primitive thoughts are circulating at this point.

"It wasn't, but honestly, it wasn't your character that was in question that day. Despite what I've said later."

I frown. "What?"

She sits up and oh-shit! Her crotch is poised directly above my treasure trail and she's wet and smells like ambrosia and I swear to any God listening that I'm trying to concentrate on what she's saying, but fuck my life! She's gorgeous and sexy and dammit, I want her so bad my teeth ache. But then her nose scrunches and her brows draw down and uh-oh. I know that look. She looks like she's about to confess to wearing crotch-less panties in church and since I know that is *one* sin Elena Marie Gilbert would never partake in. I better start paying attention—pronto!

"Do you remember the day?" I nod and she bites her lip, that guilty flush creeping along her cheeks is always a sign that whatever she's about to say may prove interesting. "I had come over to see Stefan and the door was open. I walked inside and it was actually kind of eerie, especially when the crow flew in through the door." She rolls her eyes at me. "Thanks for that by the way. You scared the crap out of me."

I grin wolfishly. "You were breaking and entering dressed in Chuck Taylors and a pair of jeans that made your ass look a-ma-zing…" I roll the word off my tongue like melted chocolate. "You surprised me and I had to maintain the upper hand."

She flushes an even darker shade of rose and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. It's a habit of hers that she does whenever I give her a compliment and I love that I still affect her like that. "You surprised me too. I turned around and there you were. You told me you were Stefan's brother and I said 'Stefan didn't tell me he had a brother and you said…"

"That he doesn't like to brag," I supply with a smirk.

She chuckles huskily and slides down my body, rubbing against me like a cat in heat. "Yeah, and I remember thinking I could see why he wouldn't want a girl he was interested in to see you because…" She nibbles at my jaw line and gives the nipple clamps a little pull. "You were…" Her lips travel down my neck, "by far…the most beautiful thing I had ever…" She pauses to nibble on my ear lobe, "in all my years…laid eyes on."

She says that like she's ancient, but still… She's unmanning me with this confession. Biting me, pulling on those damned clamps while telling me she's had the hots for me from the get-go—which I actually knew, but she's never so brazenly admitted it. "Elena…" I groan. It's all so much. I'm about one nip or tug away from getting off and she hasn't even touched me below the belt yet!

Who knew Elena had this in her?

I know for a damned fact Stefan has never seen this side of her and I can't help but think she was always adventurous and a little wild, she just needed the right vampire in her bed to bring it out.

She sits up, her wet sex firm against my heaving stomach. "Now, as I was saying…" she says, brushing her glorious hair back over her shoulders so that I have a clear and unobstructed view of her body in that sexy corset.

"Were we talking?" I quip. "Who needs words, babe, when actions speak so much louder?"

She tugs on the clamps and gives me a playful slap. "You need to be quiet. This is my game and if you keep talking…" She reaches across me and picks something up from the nightstand, "I'll be forced to use this on you."

My eyes pop when I see the ball gag she's holding. "Don't you dare," I sputter, stunned she'd even buy such a thing.

"Then are you going to be quiet and let me play?"

I glare at her, but nod my head just the same.

"Good boy," she coos, setting the atrocious black leather apparatus with the ungodly huge pink ball strap aside. "Now, before you interrupted, I was talking about your erogenous zones. You have five and we're going to explore them all." I bite back my groan. "The nipples are one we actually have in common. Yours are really sensitive." She gives the nipple clamps another gentle pull. "Look how swollen they are." She leans down and swirls her tongue around one of them, making me hiss in agonized bliss. "The lips are another…" she says and turns her attention to my mouth. "Kissing is one of the most sexual acts there is. Did you know that?"

'Elena,' I want to say, 'enough with the teasing. You're killing me here!'

But instead I nod again, like a damned puppet. I gasp when her little pink tongue comes out to play. She slides it along my lips until I obediently open for her and then she lays one on me, kissing me until my damned toes curl. I mutter a string of curse words in my head because I want to grab her and flip her under me so damned badly…I want to fuck her into the mattress until this insane need is quenched, but I can't. I'm her willing slave right now and I promised to play nice, so I simply kiss her back with every bit of expertise I've garnished over the last hundred and fifty or so years until she's melting like warmed honey across my chest.

Elena forgets that I have a few tricks of my own.

Finally she pulls back, face flushed and her breathing ragged. "The…um…" She shakes her head and I smirk, oh yeah, I think I just kissed all those annoying thoughts of talking right out of her head! "Where was I again?"

Seeing she's as wrecked as I am brings back my humor, so I smirk and flare my eyes. "Men's erogenous zones," I supply, more than a little pleased.

"Oh yeah," she says, still breathless. "Another is the earlobes…" She eases up my body again and her hands go to my wrists that are above my head still tied to my bed. She stretches out on top of me, her tight belly decked out in leather and lace rubs against my straining cock and I swear she's trying to kill me. My eyes snap closed and I grit my teeth as her chest, overflowing from the corset, brushes against my nipples and…Oh fuck me! I groan. It's too much. I arch under her, desperate for the friction her body is giving mine.

She runs her tongue along the sensitive outer shell of my ear and I turn my head to give her an all access pass to whatever she wants. She makes little soft noises of pleasure as she nibbles on my ears and then that little tongue is stroking my neck and (fuck-fuck-fuck! Not the neck. She knows that's my weak spot. Hello-vampire) every little flick and caress is getting me more and more worked up. My gums are aching and when she bites me gently and her lower body rubs against my erection I just about lose it. I turn my head, arching into both her teeth and her hips, desperate for one, preferably both.

I think I've had about enough of role-playing and I'm more than ready to get on to the main event, so I pull back, flutter my lashes at her and give her 'the look' that has never failed to get me laid ASAP. "Untie me, baby."

She shakes her head and dives back in to my neck. Her sharp little teeth nip at my carotid artery while her oh-so-wet panties slide up and down on my lap and my entire body shudders. I come within a hairsbreadth of blowing my load on the preshow and it stuns me. My stamina is a thing of pride with me, but this girl can reduce me to a quivering mass of flesh with a look—half naked and groiny, she's devastating.

"Bite me or fuck me, Elena. Please!" I say and wow, is that whiny, needy voice really mine? I take a second to be properly horrified before I throw the rest of my pride out the window and give her the pleading eyes as well. Seriously. I'm not above begging at this point. She's killing me here!

"Not yet," she says and scoots back.

I almost whimper in frustration. I can't help it. I pout, because really—I feel like crying. "When?" And while I know I sound like a petulant five year old, I'm one huge pile of vampire nerve endings—and if she's isn't going to bite me or fuck me, she should just stake me already. It'd be far less torturous!

"Soon," she promises. "Be patient."

I roll my eyes—hard. "Fuck patience!"

"Patience might not be a sense, but it is a virtue, Damon," she says and this time I'm not so amused to hear my own words coming back at me.

I've had just about enough. I want her and I want her now! I tug at the scarves holding me and the sound of wood cracking echoes loudly in the room.

Elena's eyes fly to my face and she scowls. "Unh-uh! No way!" she says firmly and reaches back with one hand to grasp the base of my cock in a tight grip. "This is my turn to play. You promised," she tells me in a no-nonsense voice, poking a finger in my chest for emphasis. "You do not get to use your vamp strength to get out. That's cheating."

Since she's literally got me in the palm of her hand, I concede defeat. "I'm sorry," I rasp out, a little bit disgusted at myself for caving so easily.

Elena makes a purring sound that makes me grit my teeth in lusty frustration. "Now, as I was saying… the penis is of course your most sensitive erogenous zone."

I roll my eyes. No kidding, I almost say, but I bite my tongue. If there's one thing I've learned with Elena it's when I act like an ass, she treats me like one. And I really, really want some relief. Getting snarky might have her leaving me high and dry with nothing more than a pair of blue balls to show for this whole adventure! I'm cocky—not stupid.

She lets me go to grab something off the nightstand. I notice absently that it's some kind of lube. She squirts some into her hand and that perks me up instantly. I'm ready to shout out a 'Hallelujah!' because (please God) that means she's about to stroke me and I'm desperate now, just about willing to bow down on one knee and swear fealty to her if she'd get me off already!

Her slick hand grasps me and (oh God!) my man card might have to be revoked given the way I whimper like a little girl when she starts to stroke me. But seriously, can you blame me? Elena looks like a naughty leather fantasy come to life. She's got nipple clamps on me, bitten me, rubbed her sweet little body all over me and now she's jacking me off. Shit! It feels so-damned-good I actually start to purr.

"Did you know that the penis consists of three sections…" she says idly, her hand gliding easily up and down my aching shaft.

I want to tell her to skip the lesson on the anatomy of my cock. I've had over a hundred and fifty years to become well acquainted with how it works, thank you very much, but she seems so fascinated and her hand is doing the most amazing things to me that I keep that shit behind my teeth. Again I think chained to my bed with blue balls or doing the dirty with my girl after having her play Mistress X on me.

Seriously, not even Stefan would have a problem seeing the logic in keeping my yap shut.

"The erectile tissue and blood vessels that run up and down the shaft are sensitive to even the slightest touch, but the underside is actually the most sensitive. I've heard it's like the female G-spot. It likes a firm touch," she says, giving me a squeeze and a swipe of her thumb that has my eyes rolling back in my head.

"The frenulum is where the pleasure receptors are at their most concentrated. And it likes a soft, gentle touch. Like this," she says and slides her thumb up the underside of my dick to the elastic band of tissue just under the head. My breath catches. "According to Cosmo, having a frenulum that's too reactive can be the main cause of premature ejaculation…"

I'm doing my best to follow what she's saying, but every tiny synapse in my brain is kind of focused south of my big brain and what's left of my mental facilities is telling me to seek out and burn each and every issue of Cosmo Elena possesses after this. This is fucking torture! Who knew the editors of Cosmo were such a nasty little group of sadists?!

Wait. Did she just say 'premature ejaculation?'

"Not usually a problem," I babble, however when she sweeps that magical thumb along the head of my cock, gathering up the pre-cum that's oozing there and then torments me further by rubbing my now over-sensitive frenulum, I begin to wonder if she's trying to prove Cosmo's theory.

"Elena!" I choke. "Stop torturing me!"

To my utter frustration, she has the nerve to pout as if I'm the one being unreasonable!

"I'm not torturing you, Damon. I'm enjoying you," she says with a smile that I'm beginning to believe is diabolical as she begins her lesson again. "So, we've discussed the shaft and the frenulum, but we've neglected the most erogenous zones of your entire penis…"

I know where this is going and I grit my teeth. "I'm pretty familiar with my cock."

She actually *tsks* me as if chiding a child who's acting up! My answer is a growl that sounds somewhere between a threat and a long suffering plea to move this along.

"But have you ever taken the time to truly enjoy your penis?"

Is there even a right answer to that question? Of course I have—especially when I was like thirteen and right after I met Sage and she turned me on to blood-play mixed with sex. However, I'm pretty sure those aren't the answers she's looking for, so (again) I keep quiet.

"I have. All the time," she whispers, flushing hotly and the perfume of her arousal just jacked up a notch and yeah—fucking stake me now. I can't take much more.

"Elena…"

She completely ignores me. "They say the head is where all the nerve endings converge, but the rim is also said to be highly touch sensitive. I personally love how soft, yet hard you are." She glides her palm up and down my dick, swiveling her hand along the head in a twisting motion and sliding her thumb across the weeping tip to gather more lubrication to mix with the cherry scented stuff she's already slathered me down in. "Do you remember last week when you told me that you don't feel temperature changes like I do?"

Okay, why is she asking me to remember anything right now? My name is a chore, much less something I might have randomly mentioned last week! I have come to the conclusion that my girl is far more diabolical than I ever gave her credit for. She's taken the art of orgasm denial to a level I never would have believed she was capable of. And if I wasn't turning into a whimpering mess ready to beg her for any kind of relief, I'd actually be pretty freaking impressed! However, she's working me hard and my cock is starting to heat up in her hand. I bite back a curse when I realize the cherry lube she's using is one of those specialty items that gets hotter with friction. It's making my lukewarm blood temperature soar and my skin starts to burn deliciously the more her hand strokes me. And I get the connection like a sledgehammer upside the head. She's proving a point. As if she hasn't already made me cry like a little girl *and* call her mommy pretty much! Now, she's going to use friction lube to show me how temperature can and will affect me?!

She palms my boys in her hand, squeezing them gently while gliding her hand along my shaft. "Oh fuck!" I gasp, clenching my eyes shut tight. I'm so close. She's stroking me with single-minded purpose now and I can barely manage to think straight, much less form a coherent thought, because my dick is really starting to flame. I'm tingling all over and this show's about to be over if she doesn't stop. I want to come, but I want to be inside her when I do.

"Elena…what's in…that…stuff?"

"What this?" She holds up the bottle and I see the brand name 'Wet' and 'Cherry Blast' printed on the bottle. I nod and her face breaks into a naughty grin. "Well, you told me how your vampire senses can't pick up heat as well as mine so I got a special lubricant," she explains, her hand still stroking me enthusiastically the whole time. "It heats up on contact and gets warmer with motion and…" She leans down and for just a moment I think she's about to take me in her mouth and I begin to babble nonsensically, but then she pauses just above me, "it gets even warmer when you blow on it," she says, letting her hot breath out in a soft *whoosh* so that it wafts over and along my over-sensitized flesh.

I almost came off the bed. "Fuck me!" I cry as hot tingles of electricity seem to sizzle along every nerve ending in my penis.

"Oh, I'm going to do that too, trust me," she says, still stroking me. "But first…" She leans across my body to where the champagne is chilling. "Let's cool you down a bit."

I hear her digging in the ice there and I see her pull out another tube of lubricant from the bucket. My eyes widen and even though I know what she has planned next, I'm a little surprised and I'm totally unprepared when she squirts that's icy lube on the blazing hot flesh of my penis, sending all my vampiric senses into a kind of overload of hot and cold simultaneously.

"This should be the perfect contrast for hot, right?"

I groan. Okay, note to self, I think I might be a bad influence on Elena.

My fangs drop and I snarl a bit as it takes all my will power not to explode on the spot and end this little adventure of hers 'prematurely' thus proving Cosmo to be spot on after all.

And that little thought is what it takes to reel me back in. I refuse to have Elena comparing me, the vampire who put the X in her sex life to some fucking Cosmo statistic. Unh-unh. Not happening—no way—not ever!

"You're so beautiful," she purrs and then her icy little hand is dragging an icy cube she must have snatched from the bucket (without me noticing) along my stomach to my nipples and I hiss sharply at the dramatic difference of the ice against my skin, which is probably about ten degrees hotter than normal—Elena has me so wound up! "I love the way you're flesh moves. You're like a perfectly put together sculpture. Each and every muscle honed. You ripple when you walk, Damon. It turns me on just watching you. It always has, though I used to fight it." She grins at me. "So glad I don't have to pretend you're not sex on legs anymore. Aren't you?"

My answering grin is pained. "Ask me later if I survive this."

I'm teasing, but she frowns suddenly. "Am I hurting you?"

"Only in the best kind of way, baby," I assure her. She has stopped all movement and now I'm kicking myself for saying anything. "Seriously 'Lena, I was joking. The only pain here would be if you leave me hanging like this."

This time my teasing finds its mark and she relaxes, giggles even as she resumes her tormenting of me and my person. "Now that would be cruel and unusual."

I nod enthusiastically and she lowers her head, brushing her lips against mine. It takes everything in me not to snap my restraints and simply take what I want—which is her—that mouth all-over-me.

My eyes drift closed as she kisses me sweetly. It's a barely there kiss with no tongue action at all, but there's something totally hot in the paradox of such an innocent kiss when her hands are doing things to me and my body that are in no way shape or form innocent!

She leans back just enough so that her breath barely ghosts over my lips. "Thank you for being patient with me. I promise, I'm going to make this well worth your while."

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I adore the very ground this girl walks on. Only Elena would act like I'm doing her a favor when she's the one who arranged a freaking perfect fantasy for me and my enjoyment!

The delectable blend of pleasure and pain she's winding around me has me completely at her mercy and at my breaking point. I have to admit, I am impressed (and a little amazed actually) at Elena's creativity in this area. I'd thought for sure I'd have to talk her through this kind of scene. Ha! Not my girl. She doesn't need any help from me. She's wrecking me just fine all on her own!

I smell blood and suddenly realize it's my own; I've bitten a fucking hole clean through my lip.

Elena's brow shoots up and she smirks. "God that's hot," she says and leans down to lap at my blood.

I let out a moan that will probably embarrass me later when I remember how needy it sounds, but I can't help it. Elena is jacking me off with icy lube that's now getting all hot and tingly again, she's licking at my blood like it's a tasty treat, has me trussed up with a collar and nipple clamps, all the while wearing an outfit that had me ready to come apart the moment I laid eyes on her.

I ask you, how much can one vampire take?!

She reaches into the bucket holding the champagne and takes hold of another ice cube. Smiling like she's about to discover the joys of Christmas all over again, she turns and runs the little block of ice up my chest, along my bobbing Adam's apple (rubbed red and raw from the leather collar) and onward across my chin to my lips. "Open," she whispers. I instantly comply and she slips it into my mouth. I relish the chill for a brief second before Elena's lips are on mine and her hot little tongue is thrusting itself into my mouth making all my vampire senses flare to life all over again.

Between the stimulation of pain, pleasure, hot, cold, hand and tongue, I'm lost. I've been around a long time and I've had more than my share of sexual dalliances, but this is an experience of epic proportions because it's Elena's tongue ravishing my mouth like she's going to find religion there. It's Elena's hands jacking me off and tugging on the chains imprisoning my nipples in the sweetest torture I've ever known and it's Elena giving me an orgasm that shakes me to my very foundation, because not only am I head over heels in love with her, I'm also mind-numbingly in lust with my girl as well. And she's making me see stars right about now! I tear my mouth from hers and throw my head back, crying out her name in a hoarse voice as I climax, long and hard, shuddering like an addict needing a fix and giving her proof how successful she is at making me happy so far.

When I finally find the strength to focus again, I can tell by her shit eating grin, she's quite pleased with herself and the job she's done on me. She's single handedly reduced me to a primitive state where the only thing I feel is want-take-have!

And what I want right now is her.

I snap my bonds easily and pounce before she's even had time to squeal in surprise. With more wicked intent than I've felt in—too long, I hold her down, her arms pinned above her head. "You've been very naughty, Ms. Gilbert." I loom over her, lecherously feasting on her beautiful breasts as they defy the laws of gravity and somehow manage to stay constrained within the oh-so-hot corset number she's wearing. I let my eyes linger there for a second before raising them to her startled face. I lick my lips in anticipation of tasting her.

"Time for a new game," I purr softly. "This one's called Damon says…"

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Okay, so he's turned the tables on her... *gasp* but you know she loves it. lol! Anywhoo...the next (and final) part will be up no later than tomorrow. Got a couple last minute edits. I hate putting something out that I haven't like gone over again...and then again...and then again... lol! ;) KK. Have a great day everyone and again, thanks to everyone who's welcomed me back so warmly. Huge Hugs!

Jen