Please note: This chapter comes with a great, big, huge "M" rating so be advised of that before you start reading. Damon isn't Christian Grey (well, that statement has multiple meanings much to my disappointment) but there is some mild playing going on in this chapter. I just didn't want anybody to get there and think, "WHAT?" OK, warning is done-happy reading!

Chapter 12: Blame It On The Skirt

THEN

After four years of meetings, fund raisers and parties, the night of my final fraternity mixer had arrived. The theme of the night was "School Days". The idea was for us to wear something resembling a school uniform. We had found a khaki miniskirt, short sleeved navy button up shirt and plaid headband for Caroline. We had found plaid ribbon for me that was pretty close to matching Caroline's. We'd also both sprung for navy knee socks and had pulled out our loafers. I had the perfect outfit hanging in my closet and was reaching for it when my phone rang. "Hey, Care, can you get that for me?"

"Sure. Hello? Yeah, she's here, Damon. We were just getting ready for the mixer. Just a second and I'll get her. Talk to you later." She tossed the phone to me.

"Damon?"

"Hey babe. How's it going? Caroline says you guys are getting ready for the mixer. What are you wearing?"

I couldn't resist. With a wicked laugh I said, "Well, right now, I'm standing here in knee socks, my navy skirt and a lacy bra." I heard a groan travel down the phone line. "Did I mention that I've got my hair in pigtails tied up with plaid ribbons?"

"Is it that little navy skirt with the pleats that I love?"

"Yes sir." I glanced at Caroline just in time to see her roll her eyes and make a gagging gesture.

"Sir? I'm going to need minute. The image of you dressed like that and calling me sir has erased all coherent thought from my mind."

"Oh, so sorry to have distracted you," I cooed then let go with my most devilish giggle.

"No you're not. You're not sorry at all you little tease."

"Me? A tease? I don't think that term describes me. You're the tease in this relationship. You're the one who didn't want to have sex."

"I was being a gentleman!"

"Well, you're still a tease."

"I promise you this. If you were to ever show up at my door wearing what you just described, you'd find out just how much of a tease I can be...in a completely different sense of the word."

"Promises, promises," I laughed. "But, seriously, that's what I'm wearing tonight. I mean, I am obviously going to wear a blouse. The theme of the mixer is 'School Days' and we're supposed to wear something that looks like a school uniform."

"Lena, do me a favor. Don't wear that skirt."

"What? Why not? I thought you said you liked it?"

"Oh, I do like it."

"Then what's the problem?" I was copping an attitude and I knew it. Caroline motioned that she was going to step outside and closed the door behind herself.

"The problem is that every guy at that party will like it too," Damon answered, all playfulness in his voice now replaced by tension. "It makes your legs look like they are six feet long. Throw in the knee socks and pigtails and...mhmm. Please, just wear your khaki shorts. It will still look like a school uniform. It'll just be a less sexy version."

"Oh, Damon. Nobody sees me that way. When guys look at me they see a girl who could stand to lose ten pounds with out of control curly hair who is playing wingman for her friends. It won't make any difference if I'm in shorts or a skirt."

"Lena, you have no idea what guys see when they look at you. Sometimes your lack of self-confidence is almost dangerous. How shall I put this so that you'll understand? If you walk in there wearing that tonight, they'll all see a naughty little school girl fantasy come to life."

"You're being ridiculous. I don't look that provocative. Anyway, I'm only going to the mixer because it's my last one. I'm planning on skipping out by ten. Why don't I come over?"

"OK. I don't like that you are being so stubborn about the skirt but I guess I'll just have to get over it. Hey, isn't the mixer at the house with the stage in the garage?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"Lena, at least promise me that you won't dance on the stage tonight. It's bad enough to think about them looking at you in that outfit but the thoughts of you on the stage in it might make me crash the mixer."

I laughed. "Sure. I think I can manage that. See you at ten?"

"I can't wait. It's the only thing that will distract me from the thoughts of the frat boys scoping on you all night. And, Lena, just remember that if anyone lays a finger on you I'm one phone call away. After all, you're my naughty little school girl and I'm not above kicking some frat boy ass."

We had just had our second disagreement since we had started dating and had come out OK.

"Are you alright?" Caroline had let herself back in while I was putting on my blouse.

"Yeah, everything is fine. Damon was just being a little possessive. It was weird. He was freaking out about what I'm wearing tonight."

"Don't give him too hard of a time. He's just jealous because he knows you're going to a party and he won't be there to keep the other guys from talking to you. I think it's kind of sweet."

At ten o'clock I was standing on his front porch about to ring the doorbell when I decided that maybe I should make a slight adjustment to my outfit. I hadn't worn the skirt. I had worn the khaki shorts. After the conversation with Damon, I had felt a little self conscious. Still, I wanted to give Damon a little bit of a jolt. I had switched to the skirt in the car. It wasn't until now that I got the last minute inspiration. If he wanted me to turn up on his doorstep looking like a naughty school girl, that was exactly what he would get. I unbuttoned the bottom buttons of the shirt and tied it so that my midriff was easily in view then I unbuttoned the top buttons so that my lacy bra was peeking out of the top. I rang the doorbell and twirled one of my pigtails while I waited on him to open the door.

"Oh dear God. Tell me you didn't wear that." I'm not sure if he looked more horny or angry.

"No, not exactly, I made a special wardrobe adjustment just for you."

"Lucky me." He reached out and grabbed my hand. "Get in here. You look like the kind of girl who needs someone to keep a close eye on her." Flouncing past him into the apartment, I squealed as he playfully swatted my rear.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I just don't see myself the way you do."

"I'm sorry too." He had pulled a couple of beers out of the refrigerator. "I guess maybe I was over reacting but the thought of you walking into a frat house dressed like you are right now was all I could picture. It was about to drive me crazy. Lena, you know I'm not trying to control you don't you?"

"I do. Damon, I'm not used to this. I'm not used to being in a relationship. I need to consider what you think. I'm sorry that you got upset."

"It's OK. I'm new at this too. I worry about you, Lena, and I have a hard time dealing with that without coming across as unreasonably jealous. I completely trust you. I'd trust you with my life. But I don't trust the other guys."

"Well, that's fine because I don't care about the other guys. I only care about you." Damon opened one beer, handed it to me and backed me up against the wall.

"Did I tell you how much I like that skirt?" He was slowly kissing his way up my neck and I was having a really hard time not spilling my beer.

"Yeah, I think you mentioned it." He had managed to trap the cold beer bottle against my bare stomach as he kissed me so that the cold of the glass and his teasing nibbles were making me squirm. "Damon, please," I murmured invoking the magic word.

He just chuckled. "I'm afraid that naughty little school girls don't get their way. Besides, I may have told a lie earlier."

"What's that?"

"While we're talking fantasies, maybe there's one place I do want to control you." He leaned his head back far enough to look me in the eye. "Do you think you can handle that?"

"Yes, sir," I demurred.

His lip quirked up in that sexy smirk that I loved, "Then you better get that hot little ass up to my bedroom, Elena Gilbert," and he added another quick swat for good measure. "I'll be up in a minute. Don't you dare change a thing about what you are wearing."

I headed upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed. Damon walked in a few minutes later carrying a glass. Taking both of my hands in his, he leaned towards me and looked at me earnestly before asking, "Lena, do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you. I love you."

"I love you too, baby," he said before kissing me on my forehead. "You know you can stop me at any time. I'd never do anything you didn't want me to do. Right?"

"Damon, you're the one who just suggested a little kinky role play. Are you trying to back out?"

"No, I'm just trying to make sure you're OK with handing over control. I need to know that you're game to play."

"I'm all yours. Perhaps you need a little convincing." I stood up and pulled off his t-shirt before dropping to my knees. When I lowered his jeans, I looked up with my most innocent expression and asked, "Should I continue, Sir?"

"Hell yeah," he rasped. I gave a few dainty little licks before taking the head of his cock into my mouth. A deep groan followed by a hissed "yes" escaped his throat. I had been dying to taste him for weeks so I planned to take full advantage of the situation. Of course, he was supposed to be in control so I shouldn't have been disappointed when he fisted my pigtails and pulled me off of him. "Did you really think I was going to let you have all the control? Miss Gilbert, you are forgetting that you handed that over to me. Take off your blouse and bra and get on the bed—now," he growled. After making a show of slowly stripping from the waist up, I got on the bed. Damon gently pushed me back onto the pillows making sure my head was in a comfortable position. I grinned at how he was still treating me like something breakable even thought we were role playing.

"Is something funny, Elena?"

"No," I bit back my smile.

"No what?"

"It's just that you're very, very sweet."

"Yes, I am and I can be very, very bad too," he smirked, "but you still haven't answered my question. No what?"

"Huh?"

"Have you already forgotten the rules of the game? Does my naughty girl need to be taught some manners? No, what, Elena?"

"No, Sir." Crap! I had never done anything like this before even though the romance books always made me curious. This was totally new territory for us and I just wanted to get it right. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you, Sir?" I batted my big brown eyes like I was a doe eyed school girl.

"Well, now that you mention it, put your hands above your head." I did as I was told as he reached over to his bedside table and picked up a tie then proceeded to loop it around my wrists and secure it to his headboard. Leaning over he whispered in my ear, "Are you sure you're ok with this?" I gave him a shy smile and nodded my approval.

"I think it's kind of hot," I whispered, a little embarrassed by how turned on I was.

That was all the assurance he needed. His lips crashed into mine and gave me a toe curling kiss. He was careful not to touch me anywhere but my mouth.

"Now, someone showed up on my doorstep dressed quite inappropriately. I believe I told you what would happen if you did that. I promised that I would teach you the real meaning of the word 'tease'." He lazily ran the very tip of his finger around each breast before agonizingly slowly circling each nipple without actually touching it. "Are you starting to understand the meaning of that word, Elena?"

"Yes, sir."

"Mmmm," was his response as his tongue made a trail along the same path his fingers had just made. By this point I was starting to squirm. "Now, I couldn't help but notice downstairs that you became quite responsive when I held the cold bottle against your bare stomach. Let's see just how responsive you can be." I hadn't given any thought to what was in the glass until I realized he was holding an ice cube. "Now, this area seemed to respond to the cold pretty well earlier." I shivered as he ran the ice cube across my stomach and circled my belly button letting the water from the ice pool there. "Hmm, that makes me wonder what kind of response I'll get if I do this." I began to fidget even more as he drew an ice cube in circles around first one hard nipple and then the other.

"Damon, please!" I whined.

"Oh, if you insist," he grinned before rubbing the ice directly on my aching nipple causing me to arch my back off of the bed. "Oh God!" I gasped.

"Thanks but 'sir' will be just fine for tonight." He finally lowered his mouth to my breasts lapping and sucking away the water the ice had left behind. "Now, let's deal with the real culprit of the night—this skirt." He used one finger to teasingly flick my skirt. "I think we'll keep it on a little longer. And what do we have here?" He pushed my knees apart and drew one finger along the center of my already soaked panties. Suddenly, all of the color drained from his face. "A thong? It's bad enough that you wore this skirt to a damned frat house but you wore it with a fucking thong? You better be damn happy we're just playing around because if I were a real dom your ass would be the color of that red tie around your wrists!" He was pacing the room like a lion before the kill.

Oh shit. He wasn't just mad, he was pissed. "Damon, wait! Stop! You don't know the whole story! I didn't wear the skirt to the party!"

"I mean, God, Elena! I can't believe you actually, wait, what did you just say?"

"I didn't wear the skirt to the party. I wore the shorts. I just changed into the skirt to come see you. I didn't mean to make you angry. It's just for you." The relief that washed over his face was obvious.

"Thank God. I'm sorry I lost it. Here, let me untie you. I'm so sorry."

"Don't."

"What?" He looked at me quizzically.

"Don't untie me…Sir," I impishly replied.

"If you're sure," he crawled back on the bed. "I'll just get rid of the cause of the most recent problem," he said as he reached under my skirt and slowly lowered my thong. To say his expression was shocked when he reached back under my skirt would be an understatement. "Holy fuck! You shaved?"

"Again, it's just for you." I smiled wickedly.

"Oh, we're going to have some fun with this," he grinned before flipping up my skirt to get a good look. He pulled my skirt off before pushing my legs far apart and settling himself between them. When he started to trace his breath and fingers across my now bare body, I realized he wasn't finished with teasing me. He was touching me everywhere but the very place that I wanted him most. Finally he slipped two fingers inside me and grazed my clit with his thumb. My body jolted like I had been shocked. "Miss Gilbert, you're very wet," he cooed. "Does it turn you on to be tied to my bed?"

"Yes, sir," I breathed.

Using one arm to pin my hips to the bed, he started to tease my clit with his mouth while pumping those long fingers inside of me using them to stroke that spot that would set me off like an explosion. With my hands tied to the bed, I had no purchase to gain any control and was in the free fall of orgasm in a matter of seconds. Apparently Damon was still wanting to show his control over my body because he paused only long enough to say, "Oh, I think you can give me another one, Miss Gilbert," before pushing me to the point of ecstasy again. I was deliciously spent when Damon climbed back up my body and untied my wrists before sliding inside me taking both of us over the edge together.

"Are you OK, baby?" he asked while delicately massaging my wrists.

"I'm more than OK," I smiled.

"Did I hurt you? Are your wrists sore?"

"No. I'm fine. I'm exhausted but in the best possible way."

"Thank you for tonight—in so many ways. Thank you for playing along. And thank you for not wearing that damned skirt to the party. I'm sorry I lost it. Why didn't you tell me before that you hadn't worn it?"

"I wanted to get you a little riled. I don't know, maybe the bad girl in me was hoping to get a few swats for bad behavior," I giggled. That earned a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, really? You thought you needed a spanking Miss Gilbert?" he chuckled. "Well, I might have to take that into advisement for future transgressions." His eyes danced.

"That works for me. I mean, I don't want that type of thing all the time but once in a while? Let's just say I wouldn't mind putting a little playing on the menu." For some reason that confession made me blush and I attempted to hide my face.

"Come here." Damon sweetly kissed me before pulling my back to his front, our favorite position for sleeping. "We can play all you want. Lena, I'll take you anyway I can get you. But know there will never come a time when I won't want to make long, sweet, love to you." He place a gently kiss on that spot just behind my ear and pulled me closer to him as we drifted off to sleep.

AN: I'll do my best to update tomorrow but I have a hot date with my TV tomorrow night as I'm sure most of you do. I'm excited and nervous to see what awaits us. I have two theories about the finale that I've shared with a fellow TVD fan at work. I'm hoping they are both wrong but fear they aren't. Ugh! Thank you for reading and for the reviews! It's always exciting to get those notificaitons! :)