Again, I am blown away by the support this story has gotten! To say that I am grateful would be a gross understatement. You are awesome! It is with a bit of trepidation that I post this chapter. This is by far the most M rated thing I have ever written and it makes me nervous. This takes us through most of Damon and Elena's weekend. FYI—longest chapter yet. See you on the flip side.

Chapter 25: Naughty Pleasures

As Damon closed the door behind the last guest he gave a relieved sigh. "God, I thought they would never leave!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "It was a stunning success, what are you whining about?"

"I have been trying to imagine what you could have under that dress for the past several hours. I thought if they didn't leave soon, I was going to have to let them end the party without us."

"Damon, I really need to go check on the cleanup crew." I turned to head towards the kitchen before he wrapped both arms around me from behind and kissed me behind my ear.

"Elena, have they ever cleaned up after an event without you?" he cooed.

"Yes, but…"

"Do they know to lock up when they are done?"

"Yes."

He turned me to face the staircase. "Elena, get your ass up those stairs before I throw you over my shoulder and carry you up there myself."

"Bossy much?" I shoot back at him. I'm purposely goading him since it brings out playful Damon which is, admittedly, one of my favorite varieties

"Alright, you asked for it," he laughs before tossing me over his shoulder as I give a surprised shriek.

"Put me down, you caveman!" I giggle and smack the very fine ass that I'm being given an up close look of as I dangle head first over his shoulder.

"You'll pay for that one, Gilbert. And I'll put you down if you promise to be a good girl and come with me upstairs.

He slides me down his body and kisses my forehead before I look at him, bat my eyelashes and simper, "If I were a good girl I wouldn't be going to your room."

"Touché," he whispers against my lips as he kisses me. "Okay, let me word it a different way. Do you want to risk your caterer friends coming in and seeing me stripping you and making you scream my name right here?" My red cheeks are the only answer he needs. "No? I didn't think so." His eyes are positively gleaming. "So, Miss Gilbert, will you please accompany me to my bedroom?"

"I would love to, Mr. Salvatore," I answer sweetly as he takes my hand and leads me to his room. I shouldn't be surprised that the room is perfectly suited to the man—both intimidating and comfortable at the same time, a feat I didn't know was possible before meeting Damon. There is a stone fireplace on one wall with floor to ceiling windows and a balcony on the other. I can imagine having my morning coffee out there with Damon or snuggling in bed watching it snow on a winter day. And what a bed it is. All of the furniture is imposing but beautiful made of dark wood. The enormous bed uses the same dark wood mixed with wrought iron detailing on the head and foot boards. The luxurious fluffy bedding is its perfect counterpart. Like Damon, the strong outer edges are simply there to harness the warmth within. "Damon, your room is lovely," and I watch as he lights a fire in the fireplace and uses a remote to turn on soft jazz.

"Thanks." He answers, wrapping his arms around me from behind and giving a throaty chuckle. "Maybe I can tempt you to spend a lot of time here." He is resting his chin on my shoulder and starts lightly running his fingertips up and down my arms causing me to shiver. Slowly he starts removing the pins from my hair and placing them on the closest beside table while placing delicate kisses across my shoulders and neck. Once my hair is hanging in ringlets down my back, he sweeps it to the side and whispers, "Now, I believe I am owed a fashion show." He starts lowering the zipper of my dress and eases the straps off of my shoulders. The closeness of his body keeps it from falling as I turn and place a scorching kiss on his lips. I hold the dress to my chest and take a step back allowing it to slowly slip down my body. The first thing he sees is the bra. It has tiny straps and the demi-cups are trimmed with jewels. Because of my deep breaths and arousal, my nipples are straining out the tops of the cups. I smile as Damon visibly swallows and sits down on the edge of the bed. When I finally let go of the dress it pools at my feet and step out watching Damon's eye bulge as he looks me over from head to toe and back again stopping in the middle. I'm wearing quite possibly the tiniest piece of lingerie I've ever seen. It's a g-string but in the front where there would normally be a triangle of lace or satin, there's nothing but cascading strands of jewels that match the trim on my bra. These loosely move and dance in the firelight. I start towards Damon but he holds up a single finger and says, "Wait. Please? You were gorgeous in that dress but…"he trails off with a hum of approval. "Let me just look for another minute." I desperately want to squirm under his watchful gaze but the wanton look in his eyes is making me feel empowered. Who knew that all it took was a few gems dangling on a tiny piece of lingerie to make the commanding, sexy Damon Salvatore salivate. I think this outfit just paid for its self. Feeling the confidence that his gaze has given me, I slowly do a 360 allowing Damon to look me over from every angle. Finally, Damon clears his throat and tells me to come to him. At this point, I can't help but notice that his eyes aren't the only thing that's bulging. When I get in reach, he stops me, reaches forward and slowly drags one finger through the jewels causing them to dance across me, teasing me, causing me to gasp. "You've walked around all night," another drag of that finger, "sweetly making conversation," another tease of the jewels, "intellectually talking about business, wine, literature, and any number of topics", he swipes his finger again, the whole time watching the play of the jewels against my skin, "making me want you in that dress," he leans forward and lightly kisses me on one hip bone while continuing to toy with the dangling jewels, "and the whole time you were wearing nothing underneath but what amounts to a very," he kisses my other hip bone, "erotic," he licks my navel, "necklace?" He nips at the skin around my navel sending shock waves directly to my clit. "I bet these little things," he brushes his finger through the crystals once again, "have been teasing you all night. Am I right?" He grins up at me and I nod my head. "Still my naughty girl." One more swipe of his finger, this time purposefully brushing the skin underneath. "I am one lucky son of a bitch," he murmurs before pulling me forward and burying his head between my legs. He is holding my hips tightly and I can do nothing but anchor my hands in his hair and enjoy the ride. He brings me right to the edge of orgasm and just as I'm about to combust, he pulls his head back.

"Damon, please," I whimper.

"Shh, Lena." He stands. "I want you to lie down on the bed." When I start to remove my shoes, he grins and shakes his head. "Uh huh. Leave them on," he requests as he pulls off his shirt leaving him in his well-fitting dress pants. I climb up on his bed and lie back. He gently lowers both cups on my bra just enough so that my nipples are uncovered. "Mmm, you are exquisite, Elena Gilbert. I still can't believe your mine," he says on an exhale before sucking one nipple into his mouth while he palms the other before switching. I am a whimpering mess by this point. He reaches down and bends both legs so that my shoes are resting flat on the bed then runs his hands back up my legs, stopping to stroke the underside of my knees before skimming the rest of the way up my inner thighs. He kisses both of my hands and places them above my head. "Don't move," he tells me before standing up and removing the rest of his clothes. All I can do is breathe and watch as his delicious body is revealed to me. He lowers himself back down and kisses me, slipping his tongue against mine. As I slide my hands down his back to press him to me, he grabs them and raises his head. "I said, don't move," he says against my lips.

"I want you inside me," I whine. I've been teetering on the edge of climaxing ever since he first brushed his finger through the dangles on the front of my panties.

"Tonight is about you, Lena, about your pleasure. I just want to give to you." His voice is so earnest that I know this is different. It's not about the control and it's not make-up sex like last weekend. He's marking me as his with his body and with his heart. I'm looking into those oceans of blue that are his eyes and I feel barer than I thought was possible, a different type of bare: like my soul is his. "I'll make it good for you, I promise, but I want you to be patient." I wordlessly nod my acceptance. He places my hands by my sides and I fist the sheet as he once again lowers his head and places a searing kiss to my clit before looking at me while circling it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. I am pressing my Jimmy Choos into the mattress as hard as I can to keep from bucking my hips. When he brushes his teeth across that sensitive bundle I almost come undone. Finally, blessedly, he rises up and sinks into me but his thrusts are slow and languid. After just a few thrusts I am moving my hips, trying to increase his tempo. "My impatient, beautiful girl," he murmurs while placing sweet kisses on my neck. "I said tonight is about you so I'll give you what you want," and in an instant he goes from tortuously slow moves to bringing me to a fast and mind blowing orgasm. I instinctively grasp his shoulders, running my nails down his back and wrapping my legs around him as all the while he is pushing me to another climax which we meet together. He collapses beside me, covering me in kisses. "God, you've got to tell me where you bought that," he says flicking the jewels on the lingerie I'm still wearing.

"Why?" I laugh in my post orgasmic haze.

"So I can write them a thank you note right before I max out a credit card."

"Oh, I've got more at home," I whisper into his ear.

"Yes!" He gives a tiny fist pump before pulling me into a tighter embrace.

~~~~~TVD~~~~~TVD~~~~~TVD~~~~~

I wake in the morning to the smell of coffee, bacon and Damon.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head." He is cuddled up behind me stroking my arm and kissing my neck.

"Why would I want to do that?" I murmur giving contented sigh as his fingers trail teasingly down my back.

"Because you need to come have breakfast before your coffee gets cold." Damon knows that, like most of America, I have to have my coffee. It's like a magic elixir that somehow turns me back into a human each morning. "You also don't want a cold omelet."

"Omelet?" I stretch like a cat.

"Hmmhmm, I hope you still like egg white omelets with feta and tomato."

"You made me breakfast?" I roll over so I can smile up at him. "You're amazing."

"Lena, they're omelets, not fancy French pastries, although, I can actually make a pretty mean chocolate croissant." He is full of surprises. "So, up and at 'em. I'll go set up breakfast on the deck and give you a few minutes." He stands and holds a fluffy terry robe for me, helping me slip it up on my arms before disappearing through the French doors carrying the tray laden with breakfast goodies. A few minutes later I join him. After we finish eating we sit enjoying the morning with our coffee.

"It's so beautiful and peaceful out here, Damon. You know last night, when I saw the deck, I was actually thinking how much I'd like to sit out here and have coffee with you." The peace is broken when he starts laughing. "What's so funny?"

"Men and women are so different!" he says still laughing when I give him a questioning look like he's lost his mind. "It's just, well, you were thinking that while I was trying to decide if you would get angry if I just ripped your dress off instead of messing with the zipper."

"Angry? I would have kicked your ass! That dress is new and it wasn't cheap either. Speaking of which, I shouldn't leave real silk lying in a heap on your floor." I start to get up but he reaches over and clamps a hand on my leg.

"It's ok. I hung it in my closet when I got up to put out the fire after you fell asleep." He gives me a smile and my heart melts a bit at his admittance of this simple act. "Lena, I know what silk is, that's the only reason it's not in pieces."

"I thank you and silkworms everywhere do as well." We finish our coffee in companionable silence. Afterwards, I take a shower and get ready for the day. It's funny how people change and yet some things stay the same because we decide to spend some time perusing through a secondhand bookstore while out for a walk. We are still a couple of book addicts. We stop by a small deli and have a picnic in the park before heading back home. Did I just say "home"? It feels oddly comfortable to think of Damon's house as home but scary too as it is entirely too early in our newly rejoined relationship to have such settled thoughts.

When we get back, Damon grabs a bottle of Riesling and we go up to sit on the deck which is quickly becoming my new happy place. "Oh! I almost forgot. Caroline stopped by the office yesterday," Damon tells me once we have settled on the porch. We are on a two seat lounger with Damon's arm casually draped across my shoulders lazily sipping while perusing a seemingly ancient book we picked up at the bookstore.

"Caroline came to see you? That seems a bit odd. What did she say?"

"She wanted to apologize for the part she played in everything. We ended up having a really good conversation actually. We did some catching up, she showed me enough pictures of the kids that I could probably identify them if they ever go missing, and, of course, she threatened to cut off my balls and feed them to me if I hurt you."

"She WHAT?!"

"You know, typical Caroline stuff. So, yeah, I think we're good." He gives me a reassuring squeeze. "In fact, she even gave me a present. She called it an 'I'm sorry I was a meddling bitch now I'm just a meddling friend' gift." He chuckles good-naturedly. "I'm glad she's now on our side because I'd hate for that girl to be my nemesis forever."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Caroline can be a whirling dervish but I love her," I agree. "What was the gift?"

"I don't know," he shrugs.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"She told me I had to wait until I was with you to open it. Her orders were for us to open it and enjoy it together sometime this weekend. Hang on, I'll go get it." He hops up and goes to retrieve the present. I must admit that my curiosity is peaked. She knew we were having the wine party so I'm fairly certain that it's not a bottle of wine. Maybe it's an old movie. She knows Damon and I like them. When he walks back out he sits back down beside me and puts the package on his lap. It's a matte black box with a red satin ribbon tied around it. "Oo! There's a card," he says overdramatically as if he's solving a mystery. Opening it he furrows his eyebrows and reads over the card silently before glancing up and giving me a panty dropping grin. "Just what did you tell her and how much did you have to drink while you guys were shopping for lingerie, Miss Gilbert?"

"Oh shit! What has she done now? Let me see that card!" I fear I'm going to have to kill my best friend. He bats my hand away before he begins reading, his grin growing by the second.

"Dear Damon, I want to make a gesture to let you know how happy I am to finally see a smile on our girl's face. While shopping for lingerie at Plaisirs Coquins," Damon pauses and gives a hearty chuckle. "Plaisirs Coquins? That's French for 'naughty pleasures'. I definitely need to go there." I make another grab for the card but he quickly grabs my hand. "OK, grabby girl, the gift may be for both of us but the card is addressed to me. It's becoming more and more obvious that you need a lesson in patience," he says with a wink before continuing to read. "While shopping for lingerie at Plaisirs Coquins, Elena may have imbibed a little too much champagne which led to quite an interesting conversation, my friend. Or should I call you sir?"

"Oh my god! I can't believe her!"

"I think I love her!" laughs Damon before going back to the card. "We had quite a fun time which I'm sure her credit card statement will prove. I decided these items would be the perfect way to tell you that I really am glad you've finally found each other again. I know how Elena can be wound up on event weekends but hopefully you will be able to 'tie her down' long enough to enjoy this and count off a few years. Love, Care. P.S. Be careful with the ribbon. You may want to use it later." Damon looks up at me with one eyebrow cocked. "Well, I must say, I am intrigued. Count off a few years? I guess I know one thing you shared, huh?"

My cheeks are blazing. "I'm going to hunt her down and…"

"Don't you at least want to open the present first?"

"You aren't mad that I got tipsy and blabbed about some of our college sexcapades?" I look at him tentatively. He tousles my hair and kisses my nose.

"No, I'm not mad. Do I want Caroline knowing everything that goes on behind closed doors? No, but I know that when girls get together, sometimes they talk. It's OK. I'm not mad. I think it's kind of cute that you got tipsy and blabbed a little to Caroline."

"And Jenna," I interrupt in a tiny voice while scrunching my nose.

"Jenna too, huh? Well, that means Ric has heard whatever was said." He is amazingly nonplussed by the situation. "Just how much did you tell?"

"I may have said that you like to be in control," I hedge.

"And?" he encourages.

"And that you were pretty good with a tie."

Damon barks a laugh. "Well, that explains that! I thought it was kind of weird yesterday when Ric stopped by my office and gave me a tie to wear at the party." I bury my face in my hands.

"I will never live this down!" I moan.

"Oh, come on, it could be worse." Damon is finding all of this incredibly humorous. "Besides, the more you act like it bothers you, the more they'll bring it up." He reaches over and runs a finger along my cheek. "Tell you what, let's make a deal. Whatever is in this box, I say we have a little fun with it. What do you say, Elena? Can I, how did Caroline put it, tie you down long enough to count off a few years?" I look in his eyes and think back to the times we played around a bit in the past. Damon would never do anything to make me uncomfortable. I take a steadying breath and nod my head. "No, Lena, I need to hear you say it."

"Yes, we can have some fun with whatever the conniving little blond bitch has in this box," I impishly grin at him and he laughs before once again kissing me on the nose.

"Well, let's see what Blondie has here." He carefully unties the ribbon and places it on the table by the wineglasses. "I think I'll save that for later," he smirks. He lifts the lid and peers inside before saying, "Oh, yes, I think I can work with this." Inside there's a blindfold, a pair of fur lined handcuffs, several red scarves and a single feather. Damon nonchalantly reaches over, downs the rest of his wine, setting the glass back on the table. "Looks like somebody's getting naked," he announces before looking at me with a devilish gleam in his eye. I must have a panicked look on my face as I glance around because Damon uses a finger to tip my chin up so I'm looking at him before placing a gentle, chaste kiss on my lips. "No, Lena, you don't need to worry. I didn't mean right here. This may be a very private back yard but I would never risk your vulnerability like that. This will be for my eyes only, sweetheart." I feel myself release a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. "One question: I need a word in case you need me to stop."

Without hesitation, I say, "Saltzman. It's what brought us back together."

Damon shakes his head emphatically as he starts laughing. "No. No way in hell is your safe word going to be my best friend's last name."

I start laughing. "Oh my gosh! I didn't even think about that! I'm sorry." I pause and think for a moment. "How about 'lacrosse'?"

"Lacrosse it is," he says with a nod. "Now, go undress and lay down on the bed. I'll be right there," he instructs me and starts gathering the wineglasses, bottle and book, placing them on the tray.

I have an excited tension building in my stomach that I haven't felt in years. Several months ago, I never thought I'd see this man again, prayed I'd never see him again; but, here I am about to totally surrender myself to him. I loved this part of our relationship before. We never did anything heavy—just fun. And, always, always, no matter how bossy he had been, Damon made me feel cherished. He never humiliated me or hurt me. That wasn't what his dominate nature was about. Even at college parties, he was never one of those guys who was blitzed and had to be told the next day what he had done the night before. He was a guy who liked control. He exercised it in every aspect of his life whether it was in the meticulous way he planned or on the lacrosse field; you never had to wonder who held the reigns. And now, now he was a man who exuded control, wore it like a tailored suit. I have had the fortune of watching him in a boardroom setting. It was simply to discuss some upcoming events at Saltzman, nothing hardball. But he had this way of making things happen. Just listening to that baritone voice of velvet speak with a power that makes everyone in the room say, "yes sir," is enough to leave me wet and wanting. Yes, Damon likes control. And I am the only one who makes him lose control. With me, he's different. Caroline noted that when we first dated in college. He lets down his guard and while some people would see that as a weakness, I see it as beauty. I think that is why I want this, this time of relinquishing everything to him. It allows him to mesh the man the world knows with the man I bring out in him. And the anticipation of that has me breathless as I wait here, naked, surrounded by the luxury of a thread count I had never felt before last night, watching him first bring in the tray with the wine before retrieving the black box that pushed this into motion. He places the box on the bedside table and takes a seat on the bed. He's still dressed in a t-shirt and jeans which only intensifies the feeling of my nakedness. He takes the handcuffs out of the box and threads the red ribbon through the chain and ties it. Reaching up to tie the other end of the ribbon to one of the wrought iron scrolls on the bed, he says, "So, Miss Gilbert," I can't help but grinning at that causing him to stop his musing. "What are you grinning about?"

"I like how you do that."

"Do what?" he looks a bit perplexed. I have put a dent in his veneer without meaning to.

"You slip into your boardroom voice and call me 'Miss Gilbert' when you are taking control of a situation. It's sexy. It makes me feel like you're the boss."

He leans down and kisses my nose before growling in my ear, "That's because I am. Now put your hands above your head." Because I know him, the real him, he's not near as menacing as he was aiming to be but it still causes me to shiver in anticipation. "As I was saying," he makes sure to make direct eye contact before once again saying, "Miss Gilbert, the instructions were to work off a few years." He pauses to snap the furry cuffs around my wrists. He runs a finger under them to make sure they aren't too tight but secure enough that I'm not going anywhere that he doesn't want me to go. He holds up the key so that I can see it and places it on the table beside the box. "By my calculations, we have five years to go."

"Five? I have most definitely had more than five orgasms in the past week!" I blurt out before thinking earning a raised eyebrow from him.

"Let me review, and, yes, I did keep count. Last weekend, when I started my payment plan," he smirks, "we paid off five years counting Saturday morning, our shower conservation program and your wakeup call Sunday morning. Granted, in the shower, that could count as more than one year but I explained to you at the time that we were experiencing extraneous circumstances." He grins at his explanation.

"But last night…" I start before he silences me with a finger to my lips. My playful, smiling Damon is gone in an instant.

"Lena, last night was different. This is us having fun, enjoying each other. That," he takes a deep breath as he lovingly cups my face in both his hands, "that was me making a promise to never take what we have for granted. That wasn't sex, it was a vow." He softly kisses my lips and I blink away the tear threatening to spill. "Understood?" I nod my head, afraid my voice will betray my rush of emotion. One last kiss to my forehead and domineering Damon is back. "Oh, and for the rest of the afternoon, I expect a 'yes sir', not a head nod," he tells me with a tap to the tip of my nose.

"Yes sir," I whisper to my beautiful blue eyed enigma.

"So, as I was saying before your smart little mouth interrupted, I have five years to pay back. Elena, I need you to be honest with me. What's the largest number of orgasms you've had in a row?"

"What?" I sputter.

"I know for a fact that you can have three in a row because you've done it for me several times. Have you ever had more?" I don't answer. Is he really going to tie me down and question me about my sexual history? Besides, he should know that no one has ever pushed me like he has. "Elena, I know you didn't take a vow of chastity when I went to France, you admitted as much when you told me you were on birth control. So, tell me, just how many times can you come?"

"I," I stop to clear my throat. "I've never…you're the only…" I'm rambling. "No one else has ever really bothered to push my limits." I don't miss the pleased smile that flashes over Damon's face.

"So, we've established that three is the most. Interesting. I'll have to remember that." I can't help but wonder what that means. "Alright, enough chitchat. One last thing, I need to hear you say that you trust me."

"Damon, if I didn't, I wouldn't have believed all that you told me last weekend; I wouldn't have opened myself back up to you; and I most certainly wouldn't have willingly allowed you to put me in handcuffs that are tied to your bed. I trust you."

He reaches over and lifts the satin blindfold from the box, dangling it from his finger. "Then I think you've seen enough." He slips the blindfold over my eyes and I am plunged in darkness. "Can you see anything?"

"No."

"Miss Gilbert?"

"No sir."

"That's better. OK, I have a few things to gather so I'm just going to help you roll over so you'll be comfortable." He turns me over so that I'm comfortably resting on my stomach. "Remember when I said you need a lesson in patience? It starts now. I'll be back." He whispers in my ear, "Don't go anywhere." I hear him chuckle then nothing. I am straining my ears, suddenly aware of every sound. I'm fairly certain I hear Damon descend the stairs when the sound system in the room suddenly clicks on and some ambient music I've never heard before fills the space left by my loss of sight. I am sinking into my own mind. I can't move my arms, I can't see and now I'm surrounded by almost hypnotic music. I have no way of knowing where Damon is or when he comes back. It forces me to release all control and I surrender myself to the fact that I am his to do with as he pleases. Just as I am starting to relax into that peace, I feel something dance fleetingly down one arm. It's so faint that I almost think I imagined it. Then I feel the same sensation on the calf of the opposite leg and it registers what I am feeling: the feather. "You had no idea I'd come back did you?" he asks.

"No sir," I answer.

"I've been here for a while just enjoying the view. Would you like for me to continue doing what I'm doing?" he asks as he trails the feather down the other arm.

"Yes sir," I sigh. I feel a shift in the weight of the bed and guess that Damon has sat down. Slowly, tantalizingly, he teases me by trailing the feather down my neck, in the arch of my foot, across my shoulders, over my back, against the back of a knee, up the back of a thigh, over my behind. With each touch of the feather, I am squirming more and more, separating my legs, begging him without words to go lower, to give me the touch I long for but that only he can give.

"Miss Gilbert," he doesn't so much say my name as caress it. "If you don't lie still, I'm going to have to make you." He draws the very tip of the feather down my spine, trailing it until he reaches the spot right where my ass meets the top of my thigh causing me to thrust my ass up begging for more. He makes a tsking sound. "Well, you can't say I didn't warn you," he says. I can hear the smile in his voice. It's obvious that this was exactly the outcome he was hoping for when he gives a lightly stinging smack to my behind. "Let's see what I can do to keep you from trying to get away," he says as he starts to turn me over."

"I don't want to get away," I whimper. "I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you, baby." If I could see him right now he would no doubt be smirking.

"That's not what I mean and you know it," I pout.

"OK, pouty," he chuckles before regaining his more domineering façade. "Let's take care of your squirming. I feel something soft being looped around one thigh and then the other. It must be the scarves.

"I hate to tell you but I can still move," I taunt.

"For now," he answers back. In moments that changes as both legs are bent and I can only assume are fastened to the bed as well as they are suddenly immovable. "There, that should take care of my wiggly, impatient girl," he murmurs to himself. He begins his slow torturous teasing again only this time it's my lips, my ears, the valley between my breasts, my stomach, and my toes that are his focus. When he brings the feather up my inner thigh I try to lift my hips without success. He skips over my core before trailing down the other side. He begins to circle my breasts with the feather and I whimper. Every nerve ending on my body is bursting so that when he barely tickles one aching nipple I arch my back and gasp. The reaction is no less powerful when he moves to the other one. Suddenly, the feather is replaced by something cool rubbing around and over both nipples at the same time. "Here, Elena, open your mouth then bite down." I do and am greeted by the sweet taste of strawberry. After I finish it, he coats something warm and wet over both nipples bringing a moan from my lips. Damon sucks first one nipple and then the other into his mouth carefully laving each one clean. "I bet you'd like some of that too. Open up." He feeds me a strawberry dipped in chocolate.

"That got a good response. I wonder…" Damon observes as he draws the feather across the junction of my thigh then teases my core, still not quite touching me where I am craving him most. I am practically weeping I am so wet.

"Please Damon," I gasp. The tip of the feather brushes my clit and I sigh only to cry out for its loss when he takes it away to drag it across my pussy lips once again. "Damon, I can't handle anymore," I plead.

"I think you can, Elena. You said it yourself. I push your limits." His merciless teasing continues, making me more desperate than I've ever been. My arms are uselessly stretched above me, my legs are bent and bound exposing me to anything he wants to do and I am panting from chasing a release that I'll never be able to reach on my own in my current situation. "You are amazing, baby. I've never seen you so wet. Your clit is so exposed and your pussy is begging to be filled."

"Oh God, Damon, please fuck me!" I beg shamelessly.

"Not long now, Miss Gilbert, but not just yet. I want to see you come first," he says as he slips one finger into me as he continues to tickle my clit with the feather. He starts to pump it inside me as my release builds before slipping it out again. He adds a second finger and continues to pump while teasing my clit with the feather pushing me to an intense climax. "Absolutely beautiful," he breathes. The feather disappears and is replaced by his thumb as he pushes up with both fingers causing me to explode in an even more powerful orgasm. But he's not done. Not letting me come down from the high I'm riding, Damon adds a third finger, starts to suck and nibble my clit sending me over the edge again. "Give me another one, Elena." I'm still flying when Damon continues to coax me, reaching to also pinch a sensitive nipple bringing me to a blinding orgasm stronger than any I've ever had. I'm limp as he unties my legs, straightening and rubbing them. He reaches up and unfastens the handcuffs giving my wrists loving kisses before rubbing them as well. The last thing he removes is my blindfold before giving me a passionate kiss allowing me a taste of my own desire. "You are amazing. I am in awe of you and your trust in me," he tells me continuing to place kisses over my eyes, lips and neck.

"Damon," I whisper."

"Yes, baby."

"Stop telling me I'm amazing and fuck me."

"Yes, ma'am," he grins before sinking into me. We fall into my fifth orgasm together gazing straight into each other's' eyes.

"Debt paid in full," I murmur before slipping off to sleep in Damon's arms.

AN: This marks a major shift in Damon and Elena's relationship. While they will never forget the past and things will still come up and affect them, they are ready to be forward thinking which is important as we move into the rest of the story. Feel free to let me know if I got a little too smutty! I love hearing from you and appreciate the time that it takes to review. Have a great week!