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Chapter 34: Loss of Control

The week passed relatively quietly. Damon was still insisting on driving me to and from work but other than that, things have been pretty normal. Well, normal except for the fact that I am suddenly living with my boyfriend. To say he is blissful about it would be an understatement. He has settled into domesticity quicker than I would have ever guessed. We wake up, share the bathroom while getting ready (I will say that we have found that sharing a shower actually takes more time than showering individually—who knew), eat breakfast while browsing through the paper, and leave for work. At the end of the day, we go home, change into comfy clothes, cook dinner together, eat, watch TV or play backgammon or read in the library before retiring to the bedroom. I must admit that there is something incredibly comfortable about curling up on the couch with Damon in front of the fire. These are the thoughts going through my head as a lay here spooning with Damon trying to go to sleep on Thursday night. The Saltzman Charity Ball is Saturday evening and my mind is running 4oo miles per hour in anticipation of the event. I attempt to match Damon's slow, steady breaths to calm myself into a peaceful slumber. If I could just go to sleep, I would feel…

The morning sunlight is filter through the curtain but that is not what wakes me. It's also not the smell of coffee that is usually wafting through the air in the mornings. No, this morning, I am on the receiving end of a special Damon Salvatore wake up call. At first I thought I was having a delightfully naughty dream but when I felt him nibble deliciously on my clit I was instantly awake. That nibble was followed by his sinful tongue teasing a moan from me, which in turn pulled a chuckle from the sexy beast currently, nestled between my thighs.

"Good morning, beautiful." Damon murmurs against me after whipping the covers back from over his gorgeous tasseled head. He grins wickedly up at me and immediately returns to licking, sucking and nibbling my already soaked core. When he pumps two fingers inside of me while practically giving my clit a tongue lashing, I come completely undone. As I settle into a post orgasmic haze, Damon climbs up my body sweetly kissing me every few inches before kissing my lips. "Hey, sweetheart. It's a little earlier than you normally get up but you were entirely too tempting. Hope you didn't mind my waking you."

"Mmmm…" is the only response I can give followed by a blissed out smile.

"I've already had a shower so I'll leave you to it while I go downstairs and cook breakfast. How does French toast sound?"

"It sounds like I'm going to need to go on a diet after living with you for a week."

"No, baby, you're perfect." With a tweak of both of my nipples, Damon hops off the bed and takes off downstairs. As I watch his perfect behind clad in fitted dress pants disappear through the door, I can't help but think that I really am one lucky girl.

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To say the start of my day was its high point would not be an exaggeration. Everything was in a shambles. Once again, the caterer's numbers were wrong which led to me reaming out April. The bride for a fast approaching wedding had called to tell me that she had found out that one of her bridesmaids was allergic to lilies so she needed to change her flowers…not just replace the lilies but completely change every floral arrangement because the entire flower scheme had depended on the lilies and she just couldn't figure out what in the world she was going to do and she desperately needed to come in for a meeting as soon as possible because she would never get any sleep this weekend if she didn't have this settled and really beauty sleep was incredibly crucial at this point in the engagement lest she walk down the aisle with bags under her eyes. After an hour of my life that I will never get back I had finally convinced her that it would be just fine to replace the lilies with peonies and all would still be right with the world. Then I realized that somehow mortal enemies have been placed at the same table for the ball and I have had to go in and reconfigure the seating for most of the tables. While redoing the seat assignments, I realized that Tyler has bought a ticket and will be attending the ball so I get to break that news to Damon. The latest craptastic development came when the venue said that they had been given a different number of tables from what my diagram was showing and that they would have to charge an additional set up fee if we wanted it changed at this point. April was already working on borrowed time after the situation with Elijah's daughter and the previous mess up with the caterer, which I had since tracked back to her. Now she had screwed up with the caterer again and, as she was the one who entered the information for the tables, was the one responsible for the mix up with the tables. At one time, April was a wonderful assistant so it was not an easy thing to do and it was coming at a horrible time but I had to do what I had to do and fired her. Thankfully, I've had a senior from my sorority's local chapter who has been doing an apprenticeship with me. Bonnie has done a phenomenal job and I had already planned to hire her after graduation. I moved forward with that plan and hired her with the understanding that I will work with her class schedule. While that frees me up a bit the night of the ball, she has an afternoon class so I am on my on this afternoon.

"Baby, are you OK?" Damon is standing on the other side of my desk when I raise my head from where it is resting on my hands.

"No. I didn't even hear you come in," I sigh.

"Where's April?" Damon asks. "She wasn't at her desk when I came in."

"She made one too many mistakes. I had to fire her ass," I growl.

"Wow, my baby is badass!" he smirks as I round the desk. He means well but it's not the right time for him to joke.

"Dammit, Damon! It's not funny! I feel like everything is out of control and I don't know how to get it back! I'm tired of having to fix everyone else's screw ups! I'm sick of having my life on high alert because some sicko broke into my apartment and left that damn rose on my pillow!" I am breathing heavily and can't decide whether I'd rather cry or scream. I wish that for just an hour I could hand over control of everything and not have to think! Is that too fucking much to ask?"

"Not at all. Just be careful what you ask for, sweetness. Go lock the front door. You're mine for the next hour." His voice is commanding.

"Damon, I didn't mean…"

"Elena, I said go lock the door. If you can't listen then I will have to do something to remind you how to follow directions." There is no wavering to his voice. I go to the front door and lock it returning to find him standing by the window before closing the blinds. "I'll have to be a bit creative," I hear him murmur to himself. When he turns to see me, he stills me with his glance. "Take off your clothes, Elena."

"Damon, this is my office!" I gasp.

"Not for the next hour it isn't. And by the way, you just earned yourself a sharp reminder of who is in charge right now." I immediately start removing my clothes and placing them on my desk. "Now, come here and stand facing the table. I walk over and stand at the edge of the table. Damon walks up behind me and reaches around to cup my breasts, kneading them before reaching up to tease my nipples. When my head lolls back against his shoulder, Damon pinches both nipples causing me to moan. He gently pushes on my lower back, pushing me flat against the tabletop. "Grasp the edges of the table." I do as I'm told and feel Damon's body pressing against me before he whispers in my ear, "Don't let go." He reaches down and places my legs by the legs of the table. I feel him wrapping something around my ankle fastening it to the table leg on first one side and then the other. "I hope you don't mind but I raided you ribbon basket on the bookshelf. Is that all right?"

"Sure," I respond before I feel a sharp smack on my upturned behind.

"I think you're going to want to rephrase that," he orders. "Now, let me rephrase that question. Do you have a problem with the fact that I used some ribbon from your basket in order to tie your beautiful legs to your table?"

"No, sir." I hear him chuckle at my answer.

"Much better. Now, you said that you need to give up control of everything so I have a little more preparation to do." Damon walks up beside of me and wraps his tie around my head taking away my sense of sight. "Now, I think you need to learn a little lesson. First you say you need to give up control then you try to keep from following directions." He trails his hands down my spine to the top of my ass causing me to twitch then trails them back up my sides reaching underneath to again pinch my nipples before continuing to speak. "So, I think you need to have no control over when or how many times you climax." I whimper in response just as he releases my sensitive buds. "For the next hour, you are completely at my mercy. The clock starts now." I feel his fingers barely gliding up my inner thighs, teasing my lower lips before sliding in and teasing me to the edge of climax before completely drawing away. I push up from the table to protest only to hear a tsking sound. "Ah, ah, ah, I said not to let go. It seems you're going to need to be restrained since you obviously have no restraint yourself. Good thing you have plenty of that ribbon." I feel a satiny ribbon being tied to one wrist. He must have passed the ribbon through to the other side of the table because when my other wrist is tied I realize that if I pull one wrist it pulls on the other. "Now that you are properly powerless, I better give you something to remember next time you think about breaking the rules." Sharp swats pepper down on my upturned behind each one followed by gentle caresses. "Baby, your ass turns such a yummy shade of pink. I would never take it further than that but it looks delectable right now." He reaches into my folds, "Damn, baby, you're dripping wet." He pulls his fingers back and starts trailing feather light touches all over my sensitive pussy lips. This goes on until I am begging causing him to pull back. Over and over he brings me to the edge of orgasm before pulling back.

"Damon, please," I plead. I am tied down helplessly to my conference table where just hours earlier I had felt completely overwhelmed working on the seating arrangement. Then that was caused by my need to be in control. Now, I am overwhelmed a completely different type of need.

"Elena, you didn't want to be in control. You demanded that it be taken away, in fact. You'll come when I decide you can." His fingers dance deliciously over my body, never staying in the same place too long. When he slips a finger into me, I think he's going to bring me some satisfaction but instead he leaves it there, not moving, taunting me with what I want but can't control. Finally, he begins to pump that finger in and out using his thumb to tease my clit as his other hand traces unidentifiable patterns over my back. He adds a second finger then a third. I am whimpering promising anything if he'll just let me come.

"You can do anything, Damon, please!" I beg

"Elena, you are naked and tied to table. You are hardly in the position to be offering me the chance to do anything. I think I could pretty much do anything I wanted right now." He trails a finger between my ass cheeks drawing a whimper from me. His hands disappear from my body again causing me to growl. "Growling? How unladylike, Elena." The bastard is enjoying this entirely too much. "Let's see if you like this better." The next thing I know he has his mouth locked onto my clit as he plunges three fingers into my weeping pussy. His insistent mouth and fingers do not relent until I am screaming in release.

"Oh my God. Thank you, thank you, thank you," I'm muttering.

"I'm not done yet, sweetheart." With that he starts working me over with his mouth even more aggressively than before. I have barely come down from that orgasm when I hear his pants unzip and feel him sink into me.

"Yes!" I shriek.

He is pumping into my already sensitive core and I feel a mind-blowing climax coming. When Damon pinches my clit I explode and feel him filling me. He gently unties me pulling me onto his lap and rubbing my wrists and ankles while covering my face in kisses.

"Thank you, babe. That was exactly what I needed." I am more relaxed than I have been since I woke up this morning.

"Good. I was a little worried that you might really get pissed at me. I thought it would help you but we've never really taken things in that direction before. That went a little beyond the playing we're used to. How's that beautiful ass?" He slips his hand under me and rubs my backside.

"I'm fine." I smile and bury my face in his chest.

"What are you hiding for?" he chuckles. "I just had you tied naked to your conference table and you want to hide now?"

"It's just, well, that was kind of hot when you took charge like that…especially the spanking…and the control." I'm blushing from my head to my toes.

He brushes a finger across my face. "You liked that did you? Wow, these cheeks are more pink than these cheeks!" He gives my ass a light pinch.

"Damon! Stop!" I squeal. "And, yes, I liked that." I look at the clock and realize the time. "I'm going to have to get ready. I have to go to the hotel to make sure the table arrangements are correct."

As I'm getting dressed, Damon asks, "Out of curiosity, if I hadn't stopped by, how did you intend on getting to the event site?"

"I was going to walk. It's not that far and it's a beautiful day."

"Maybe I didn't make myself clear. I don't want you to go anywhere alone until we catch the asshole who broke into your apartment."

"Damon, don't be ridiculous! I have a company to run. Besides, we don't even know for sure that the rose was meant for me," I argue back.

"Yeah, because stalkers are often mistaken about where their obsession lives!"

"Damon, you need to be realistic" I start but he cuts me off.

"No, Elena, you need to be realistic! I am not going to stand idly by while some idiot takes you away from me. You almost died once and I wasn't there to take care of you. Well, this time, I'm taking care of you now because I refuse to lose you!"

I immediately wrap my arms around my beautiful blue-eyed angel. "Shh, shh, I'm not going anywhere. It's OK, Damon. You're not going to lose me. I'll be more careful."

As we leave the office, neither one of us notice the small red light emanating from the plant on my desk.

AN: Yay! April was fired! Naughty Damon was back! And a mysterious red light? Hmmm...

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