Hello Loveys! Sorry so late but you know how life is (and I was feeling a bit uninspired by the fourth season of VD) but now I am back and we're about to get naughty and naughtier;) Missed you! Love you;)

All characters property of CW and L.J. Smith.

"And how is my little witch this morning?"

I stretch and move slowly not wanting to wake because I am protected and warm. The feeling of Damon's limbs wrapped around mine and his mouth pressed against my ear makes me melt deeper into his embrace.

"I'm good," I say on a smile and a stretch. "Sore but good."

Damon responds with an arrogant chuckle. I hear a cell phone vibrate in the distance and watch as he eases his way out from under the covers and across the room. I wonder how and when he made his way to my bed. God, the boy could fuck even when forced into it and before I had time to think about what we'd done and how we'd done it I heard words that made my heart stop.

"What do you mean Klaus has Caroline?"

I jolt out of bed, slip on jeans and a t-shirt and throw my hair into a ponytail. I am so focused on getting out of the house that all I hear are murmurs but manage to position myself in front of Damon within minutes, staring him down expectantly as he hangs up the call.

"That was Stefan. We have to go. I'll fill you in on what's going on as soon as we are on the road."

I nod and slip on sneakers and a jacket. I thank the goddess/god, whichever, for vamp speed and that Damon was dressed in seconds. As soon as I hit the stairs he reminds me that I've spelled the house and that he can't leave the room until it's broken. I'd totally forgotten that being so wrapped up in fear for my best friend.

"Aliquam dea vos protegant!

Placere abrogare incantatum imponatur circa Damon

Quod ego scienter contestatus!"

On our way down his cell phone rings and he holds up one of those beautiful digits signaling me to wait until he's finished his call. It was hard not to blush considering how I'd tied his hands the night before.

He retreats into my living room leaving me at the front door and my embarrassment is quickly replaced by annoyance. This call is taking forever. "Damon, what the fuck?" I yell looking at my watch. "What's with the 15 minute conversation while Caroline is being eaten by that psychopath? This better be something that helps save her or I'll light you up!" At the end of my tirade he makes his way toward me and I notice that his demeanor has shifted from one of worry and concern to calm and predatory. As he stalks toward me my anger turns to unease.

"What are you doing? Damon? We need to go" I insist and rush the front door. My escape plan is quickly undermined and I am pushed against a wall with such force I lose my breath. His attack caught me off guard and was masterful in it's execution as he began to bombard me with kisses meant to punish and bruise. I honestly forgot why we left my bedroom in the first place until Caroline's name drifted through my thoughts and I started to wiggle out of his arms. This escape route wasn't working and having my mouth trapped under his was making incantation impossible.

When he finally decides to break free I'm left breathless and confused. He looks at me with a smug smile and says with palpable pleasure "It's your turn Bonnie. WAKE UP!"

My eyes open and fear grips me when I look down and find myself naked and unable to talk. I am displayed in such a way that tears prick my eyes. My wrists are bound together with red rope and one thick, intricate braid that is so securely fastened to my headboard all attempts at freedom seem futile. My ankles are bound in the same fashion but have been afforded a bit more space. The fact that they weren't tied down to anything gave me a false sense of hope as the purpose that might serve settled in. I tried to cast a spell but my words were cut off by whatever held my tongue. It was soft and cottony and held in place by what felt like more rope.

My attention shifted to a dark corner in my room and that's when I felt him…Damon. My terror level was at 55,000 and for a split second I was thankful that he'd found me, grateful that I'd soon be out of this nightmare. In terrifying situations gravity starts to settle in and bear down on my train of thought but when things become clear I am always, thoroughly, pissed.

Damon! You fucker! I reach out telepathically and narrow my eyes hoping he feels the weight of my rage.

"Tsk, tsk little miss BB. You can't be mad at me for returning the pleasure you so graciously gave me." He sits down beside me on the bed and brushes the back of his hand along my side. I wanted to be defiant but the goosebumps that formed all over my flesh at that simple bit of contact gave me away. I thought he was going to go all vamp and start biting but instead leaned down to kissed both cheeks.

"Calm down and enjoy Bennett. I won't hurt you…much." He stands up and walks around the room taking me in. "You know, I couldn't contain my excitement when I saw the bag you and Caroline decided to bring back with you. I wondered what made you choose the one with my "tools" but after your treatment of me everything started to make sense. YOU, are very bad witch and you need to be punished," he said running his index finger from the tip of my nose and down the middle part of me.

"Now what should I do with you?" He leans down and pulls out a long black strip of silk from his bag "let's start with this" he says and ties it over my eyes. Damon, when I get out of this I'm going to kill you. I try to reach out to him again but he seems to be blocking me. I'm fighting a battle with these restraints but the more I resist the tighter they get. FUCK!

"Bonnie I told you to calm down!" he says sternly positioning his fully clothed body over mine. I was confused by the contrast in his voice and his next action as he presses his forehead and chest against mine and elbows next to my ears. He stayed that way for what felt like forever until I found myself breathing evenly and starting to fall asleep. It was then that he decided to shift and I felt his thighs against the outside of mine.

Damon was rifling through his bag. That stupid bag. When I get my hands on it I am going to burn that bitch, I promise myself.

Once he finds what he's looking for I hear something pop open, hands rub together and then nothing for a while. It was as though he was assessing the situation and the wait was killing me. When he finally touches my skin and starts to kneed my flesh I thought I was going to drown in pleasure. Whatever he rubbed on his palms smelled of jasmine and that dark power in me sprang too life, instantly attracted to the scent. Sweet, shy Bonnie Bennett had been traded in again and replaced by a woman as sexual and unashamed as the vampire on top of her.

God he was amazing! I felt as though he were trying to mold me into someone that would never forget him or maybe he was trying to commit the feel of every part of me to memory. Either way, I loved being worshiped and relaxed and completely at his mercy.

Once his massage ended he positioned me so that I was on elbows and knees; my forehead rested on bound wrists and I was told to 'stay'. He moved off the bed and I could tell he was in observation mode again. I was now a willing participant as long as the end result left me sated.

"Bonnie, you are gorgeous like this, face down ass up. And what's this, a present for me?" he asks and runs his fingers between the lips of my pussy.

"Does this mean you're ready to fuck? He asks sucking his fingers audibly.

I try to respond with a yes but the gag was making it impossible.

"I can't hear you. Nod your head if that's a yes."

I nod as I feel the bed dip and him spread my legs wider.

"Good girl" he says and locks lips with my clit.

I cry out at the feel of him and push myself closer to his mouth and hands. Dirty sounds that read, "my happiness lay at the tip of your tongue" and 'work me harder" emanate from me. He must have liked my response because he didn't let up until the first orgasm rocked through me. I was still shaky and coming down from that naughty high when he turned me over and covered me with his deliciously naked body. The palms of his hands and the softness of his lips traveled everywhere. Was he trying to brand me or make it so I would never forget him? Either way, I was whimpering with need by the time he eased up then tensed when fangs grazed my skin making their way from neck to breast then lower. I tried to tell him not to draw blood but it sounded like encouragement, even to me, with the gag still lodged in place.

Terror and arousal fused together as he continued to nick, lick and suck me only coming up for air to let me how much he loved my taste. Damon's admission was as shocking to me as my reaction to what we'd later call "blood play". I had practically begged him to cut into me deeper and he, riding high on power happily obliged.

Damon moved between my thighs so that my ankles and feet were resting behind his back. "Are you ready for me little witch?" he asked and I nodded my response. I could feel the tip of him push against my entrance and his fangs at the sweet spot between my shoulder and neck. With one swift movement everything bled to white when he pushed himself as deep inside me as any vampire could go. I tried to scream out but could do nothing but welcome him. The searing pain of his fangs in my neck slowly gave way to desire and that achy need below started to build and wind it's way through me. He kept driving into me and at long last worked me so fucking hard and deep I started to chant holy shit, make me come, holy shit. He must have let his walls down because I was able to hear his thoughts again and what I heard had me reeling toward my second orgasm. Love me, Bonnie! Fuck me! Love me! Come for me!

And I did exactly what I was told.