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We tickle the dark side, here, just a little. But rest assured, there are some places I don't go. The lemons get pretty M here, though, even though they're still sweet. References to seriously kinky stuff by Katherine. No descriptions, though (one of those places I don't go). Please review, and enjoy!

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Chapter 7: Wicked Games

"Are we done? Finally?" Elena leaned back in her office chair.

"Yep, I think that officially ties up the last loose end," Caroline answered. "It's two o'clock. Not bad. Not bad at all. If we didn't have to be back at six, I'd say let's go to Pueblas and get the largest margarita pitcher they have. But I wouldn't recover from that so soon."

Elena groaned as she stretched. "Maybe tomorrow night. I'd love to drink myself insensible after this week. Who's gonna babysit the band while they set up?"

"Percy at the country club said he'd handle it. He's getting an extra hundred for his troubles. He's not complaining."

"I'm not either," Elena said with a sigh. "I'm going home for a nap. I'll set my cell alarm and tell Jeremy to wake me up about four. Damon said he'd be by for me at five-thirty. At least I know one of us will look great. He's sexy in anything."

"Or nothing at all, huh?" Caroline said.

"Caroline!" Elena squeaked, but then she grinned. "But now that you mention it, yeah. You could say that."

Her friend laughed. "I am so not surprised. So. Does everything else meet your expectations?" she asked.

Elena nodded. "Exceeds them, actually," she said with a feline grin.

"Do tell!"

"Let's just say, if he wrote a book on the subject, it would be an instant best-seller. What he doesn't know about pleasing a woman hasn't been thought of."

Caroline scooted her chair closer to Elena. "Now I need to know. He's obviously built."

"Yeah, but lean. Not bulked-up built. There's like, no fat on him anywhere. Makes me want to hide my thighs."

"Oh, please. I noticed at lunch the other day he's got gorgeous hands."

"Yeah. He plays piano beautifully," Elena answered.

"Really? Interesting. What else?"

Elena grinned. "Well, for a guy his height, he's got big feet. And long toes. But he's not awkward. He can dance… Wow."

"Jeez. Makes me want to start writing vampire romance to see if I can catch one of what you've got," Caroline said wistfully.

"Jeremy would be glad to date you. Even from Biloxi. He's still got a case for you."

"I like Jeremy. Not sure as a boyfriend, though. OK. Back to Mr. Hotness. Let's see. We've covered his body, his hands, feet. What about the most important part?" She leered at Elena.

"What, his eyes? Stunning. But you knew that," she teased.

"Ack! You're so frustrating. So we can agree Damon has spectacular eyes. What else is spectacular?"

Elena shook her head. "Care, I didn't have my measuring tape with me! And it's not like I've seen that many up close and personal, anyway."

"Granted, but give me a hint, here. Big, small - which I doubt - average? What?"

"Maybe slightly - slightly - larger than average. But not a museum piece. Besides, size is irrelevant if they know what they're doing. He knows what he's doing."

"I have no doubt about that. At all. So what are you wearing?"

"It's a surprise," Elena said, grinning.

"A surprise? When did you buy it? You haven't said a word to me about it!"

"I'll tell you everything eventually. Don't want to spoil it. But I need to get going. I need a nap."

"Me too," Caroline agreed.

When Elena got to the house, she found a beautiful bouquet on the coffee table. The card was still sealed, so at least Jeremy had refrained from peeking.

"Hey sis, these got here this morning. Damon must really have the hots for you. Or maybe he just needs to spend the money so the tax man won't come after him in April." He was smirking.

"Take a flying leap, little Gilbert. You're just jealous because Caroline didn't send you flowers," she shot back.

"Heartbroken. So how am I getting to Caroline's, anyway?" His car was in Biloxi.

"Take my car. Damon's coming to pick me up."

"Aww. We're not double dating?" Clearly, Jeremy was in the mood to torment her today.

"Nope. You're a big boy now and I don't have to keep an eye on you anymore."

"Yeah, but doesn't someone need to keep an eye on you and Mr. Hot Stuff?"

"I'm a big girl, little brother. And right now, I need a nap. I'll set the alarm on my phone, but please wake me up at four, if you don't mind."

"O.K. Will do."

When Elena woke up, she felt better. She showered and dried her hair, still deciding how she wanted to wear it. Maybe she would dress first, and experiment. She pulled the dress on, thankful it had a side zipper. She still couldn't believe how well it fit. After several tries, she decided on an updo. One good thing about having long hair and a lot of it, was that she could do almost anything with a little time and a big packet of bobby pins. Ten minutes later, she had a modified chignon that was held in place by at least 53 bobby pins and half a can of hairspray. But it wasn't going anywhere - unless Damon wanted it to - she thought and grinned.

Elena hitched up the skirt of her dress and fastened her garter belt that matched her underwear. Then she slid on silk stockings and attached them to the garters, and then twitched her skirt back into place. They were for sandals, so you couldn't see a toe cap or heel. She wondered if Damon liked stockings on a woman. Most men did. After she applied her makeup, she slipped her shoes on and looked in the full length mirror on her closet door. Not bad, she thought. She slipped on the jewelry and picked up her clutch. "Damon is still gonna blow me out of the water, though," she said to herself.

She walked into the den to see Jeremy adjusting his tie. "Help me out, sis," he said, then got a look at Elena. "Holy smoke, girl. Where did you get that dress?"

"Damon bought it for me. Like it?"

"Hell yes. You look fantastic! Now can you straighten my tie?"

"Sure," she said and grinned. She fixed his tie and gave him a critical once-over. "You look so handsome, Jeremy! It's five-fifteen so you'd better hustle to pick up Caroline. My keys are on the coffee table."

"Couldn't see them for that ginormous bouquet," he mock-groused.

"Hit the road, little Gilbert," she said. "Oh. Make sure you've got a change of clothes with you. In case you get a flat tire or something."

"Absolutely. Especially if it's 'or something,'" he leered. "See ya at the party!" he replied and left.

Elena finally remembered to open the card with the flowers. "I reiterate: No matter how many women are at the party, you will be the most beautiful." No signature, but the words sent heat to her toes. If he was intending to sweep her off her feet, he was excelling at the job.

She heard a soft tap on the door, and when she let Damon in, he took her hands and looked at her, then had her turn for him. "Well?" she said.

He didn't say anything immediately, but his eyes were on fire. He cocked his head to one side and licked his lips, slowly, still looking her up and down.

"Damon, you're making me self-conscious, here."

She got the tomcat grin - the one that made his eyes bluer. "Exquisite," he said. "No other woman in the room will be able to hold a candle to you." He pulled her close. "I think I got the right size in that dress," he purred.

"You did. Like it was made for me."

"Maybe it was," he whispered, then nosed into her neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to her earlobe, and chuckling when the goosebumps popped up. "Looks delicious, smells delicious," here he took a quick nip and lick under her ear, "Tastes delicious. Better than candy," he sighed into her skin, causing her to giggle softly.

Elena pushed back from Damon and gave him the once-over. "So, who are you wearing?"

"Armani. This is probably my favorite suit."

"You look great." And he did. The suit was black, with dull satin lapels. He wore a black silk tie with a very light blue shirt. It made his eyes pop, not surprisingly. "How do you always look so put together?"

"It's a gift," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "But we need to go on."

"Yeah." She picked up the clutch and smiled at him again.

Damon expertly guided the Camaro through the city traffic, to the country club. Elena could see a crowd at the door and what looked like flashbulbs going off. "Oh, shoot," she said.

"What is it?" Damon asked.

"Mrs. Gatlin was making noises about some kind of red carpet thing and Caroline was trying to talk her out of it. Apparently, she couldn't. I don't want to go in through all that, do you?"

"Not particularly."

"Well, there's an entrance in the back, too. Let's go in that way. We can still get to the party from there - we just won't have to run that gauntlet."

Getting into the society pages was the last thing Damon wanted, so he readily agreed to park away from the main entrance and they walked to the back. They walked in and Elena led Damon to the ballroom entrance farthest from the front door. They slipped inside and Elena immediately spotted Jeremy and Caroline. She waved at them and they came over.

Caroline took one look at Elena's dress and her mouth dropped open. "You look incredible, Elena! Where did that dress come from?"

"Dolce and Gabbana," she replied.

"No way."

"Way." Elena inclined her head ever so slightly toward Damon and raised her eyebrows.

"Well, it's fantastic." Elena knew she would have to tell Caroline the whole story at some point. Caroline wore a silver spangled dress and matching shoes. The dress was good with her blonde coloring. "Hey Damon. Thanks for coming with Elena."

"I wouldn't have missed it. You look lovely tonight."

"Well, thank you. I'm glad Jeremy's with me. There's too many old farts around here, just waiting to pinch my rear end. He discourages them."

"Hard to pinch your ass when my hand's on it all the time," he said, and Caroline jumped as his hand dropped below the small of her back.

"Jeremy! Stop groping me, how about it?"

"Chill out, Blondie. At least you and I were born in the same decade!" he replied with a laugh.

"True enough. Still… I need some champagne. Come on. I said we'd stay maybe an hour, dance a couple of times and then home."

"Sounds good to me," Elena agreed. She watched as Caroline dragged her brother to find the champagne.

"Looks like Event Planner Barbie is in her element," Damon said.

"You're awful."

"Let's see. I'm awful, evil, impossible… Can't you come up with something good, like how impossibly sexy I am, and how you'd love to get me out of this suit?" He lowered his voice, "Because I definitely want to get you out of that dress before the night's over."

"You're also indecent and you have a one-track mind. And that track runs right through the gutter," Elena sweetly replied, and got one of Damon's best grins in response.

"You are so right, Miss Gilbert." He walked his fingers up her back and then down. Elena could feel her blood heat with the sensation.

They drank champagne and danced. Linda Gatlin finally found them. "There you are, Elena! I didn't see you come in! Your dress is fantastic. And who is your mysterious friend?" The woman smiled at both of them.

"This is Damon Salvatore. Damon, Linda Gatlin, our hostess."

Linda extended her hand and Damon took it, then brushed his lips against the backs of her fingers. "A pleasure. Fantastic event," he said. Elena grinned inwardly. He could be so suave and mannerly, and then - Lordy.

Linda giggled like a teenager. "Oh, thank you. Elena and Caroline have done such a great job for me this week! They're lifesavers! Have a lovely evening, please!" she said and with a wave, went to greet other guests.

Elena looked up at Damon. "So, is that debonair persona part of being what you are, or is that just natural?"

"I told you I was raised with good manners. In 1864, you treated ladies like ladies or a male relative would kick your ass. I always thought of myself as much more a lover than a fighter, so I figured that treating the ladies as they expected to be treated - in public, anyway - was a good way to attract them."

"What do you mean, 'in public'?" Elena said.

His grin was pure evil. "Most of the young ladies weren't above a little slap and tickle when you were going for a walk and somehow ended up behind the barn or the smokehouse, or in the woods..." His voice trailed off.

"I see." She smiled at him. They danced again, and once more, Elena was overwhelmed by how well Damon danced. He was good and she could let herself go in his arms, knowing he had her. As they finished a dance, someone bumped into Elena. She turned to see - a woman who looked disturbingly like herself. "Excuse me," she said. And then she blanched white when she saw the woman was with the last person she expected to see - Mason.

Damon's arms had already tightened around her, and she felt immediately safer. "Katherine. I see you're keeping less than stellar company these days. Better keep an eye on that 10K I gave you. He's been known to have very sticky paws."

Katherine? Elena felt light-headed. And with Mason. Oh, Lord. She pressed closer to Damon and felt his arms tighten in a comforting response.

"Aren't you funny, Damon? As if he could do anything to me. I think he's actually been looking for your little friend," Katherine said.

"She's not interested in anything he has to offer, Katherine. And I'm not interested in anything you're offering. I already told you to go find Stefan." Damon's tone was ice.

"Hey, Elena. Long time, no see," Mason said.

"Don't speak to her, Rover. Better get some puppy pads, Katherine. He doesn't look quite housebroken to me." Damon looked pleased when Mason actually growled. "Maybe stop by the pet store for some doggie treats."

"Damon, you are such an ass," Katherine snapped.

"Well, who asked you to come in here and crash the party and hassle Elena? If you hadn't, you wouldn't have to deal with me being an ass, now would you?" He shook his head. "So, we'll just make our exit now, to avoid any more unpleasantness." He pulled Elena to him and they headed for the back exit. "When we get out of here, I'm picking you up, so hang on."

She did and ducked her head into his chest as he sped them to where the Camaro was parked. He peeled out of the parking lot and headed away from the country club. "Does Mason know where you live?" he asked.

"No. I've moved since we broke up. And I've got a detached garage in the back of the house. I don't use it much, but you can get the car inside it."

"Great. That's what we need."

Damon drove like a madman to get to Elena's house. He maneuvered the Camaro into the little garage, and she closed and locked the door. They got into the house and turned the outside lights out. "I don't need to tell you not to invite anyone in, but that won't keep Mason out."

"No, but I know something that will." She went into her bedroom and came outside with a small box. "My friend Bonnie? Her grandmother is a witch, and she probably is, too. She gave me this stuff when I broke up with Mason. Of course, I didn't know what he was, but she may have suspected. Anyway, this stuff was to keep him out, specifically. It's tar water, black salt and - what do you know? Wolfsbane. I guess she did know. Let me go out and spread it around the house. If I do that and say the words she wrote down, it should keep him out. She called it a protection spell."

"Well, that certainly can't hurt. Go for it, but make it fast."

"I will." Elena ran to sprinkle the water, salt and dried herbs at the four corners of her property. She laid a sprig of the wolfsbane at her front and back doors, and then stood on the porch and recited the words Bonnie had given her. She felt a shimmer in the air, as she had felt when she did the ritual before, and felt sure the spell was working. She went inside and locked the doors. "It's done."

"Good. That makes me feel better. Now," he said, and turned Elena toward him. "I'm glad you're all right." He kissed her softly.

"Why do Katherine and I look so much alike?" Elena asked.

"I'm not sure. Are there any Pierces in your family?"

"Mom was a Pierce," Elena said.

"That might explain it, then. But it doesn't matter. You're nothing alike."

"Glad to hear it. Wish I'd gotten to show off this dress longer, but there will be other events, I guess."

Damon was investigating Elena's music collection. "We can still dance. This is a good song." He started "Kiss Me" by Ed Sheeran. It was one of Elena's favorites. He drew Elena into his arms and they danced. "I like the way this guy thinks," Damon murmured, and he kissed Elena deeply. She twined her arms around his neck and opened her mouth for him. She could feel him shrugging out of his jacket and heard it land on the sofa. His shoes were next, and then he was taking down Elena's hair.

"How many hairpins are holding this up?" he chuckled into her skin.

"A bunch. I have a lot of hair," she replied.

"You do." He hummed into her skin as he found the last of the hairpins and Elena heard them clatter to the floor. She stepped out of her shoes and brought her hands to Damon's tie and she unknotted it and slipped it off, then started unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it out of the waist of his trousers. He was running his hands up and down her back and sides. He wanted her right then, but he would at least wait until they got to her bedroom. He picked her up and carried her in there, kissing her with sweet, hot kisses, nibbling on her lower lip. "You taste like champagne," he said.

His shirt came off completely as soon as he undid the cufflinks, which Elena found strangely erotic. He placed the cufflinks on the dresser and approached her. She held up a finger, and unzipped her dress from the side. She pulled it up and off by the hem and tossed it on the chair.

Damon looked at her in her lingerie. She wore a pink satin bra with black trim, a matching garter belt, tiny pink satin panties and God help him, stockings. His tongue came out to swipe his upper lip and his eyes met hers. "You've had this on all evening. Good thing I didn't know. We would have never made it to the party."

"That's part of the charm of sexy underwear, Damon. You get to wonder what I'm wearing, and then you get to take it off and find out. And then you get to take that off, too."

His grin was wicked. "Sneaky. Those stockings are damn sexy. Women don't wear them often enough anymore." He pushed her to sit on the bed and knelt in front of her. He felt gently under her thighs for the clasps on the garter belt and deftly flicked them open. Then he ran his hands over the top of her thighs and unclipped those garters, as well. He ran his hands down the length of her legs as he removed first one stocking, then the other, kissing his way down her skin.

Elena's blood was liquid fire in her veins as Damon ran his hands and lips down her legs to take off the stockings. Then he drew her to her feet and lay on her bed. "Take the rest of it off for me. Show me how much you want me," he said, his voice raspy.

"Oh, I want you, Damon. How dirty do you want it?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

His eyes glittered in the dim light. There was only a tiny light on the side table. "You'll slap me if I tell you how I really want it."

She smiled and was pure vixen. "No, I won't. Tell me, Damon," she leaned over to him, her breath fanning his cheek. She couldn't believe she was negotiating a striptease with him, but she was into it, now. "Tell me."

He brought his mouth to her ear. "I want a personal lap dance from the horniest slut in the strip club." He waited for Elena to screech in outrage, but instead, she wrinkled her nose at him and grinned.

"Then put your hands behind your head. You don't get to touch - not yet." She waited for him to comply and then she flipped her hair up and out and ran her hands down her sides. She slinked over to the bed and threw one leg over Damon's waist, then brought herself up on top of him so she straddled his legs. His eyes were on fire as he watched her. She ran her hands over her breasts and then down to her groin, then to his belly and up his chest. She backed up and stroked her own thighs, then brought her hands up to unfasten the garter belt and toss it to the side.

Damon was mesmerized. This woman was not his sweet Elena, surely. She was possessed by some spirit of lust - but he was willing to take on the demon. His heart was pounding, and he could drive nails with his erection. It took all his control to leave his hands where they were. He kept telling himself the payoff would be worth it.

Elena reached behind her back and unclasped her bra in that movement that fascinates males everywhere. She slid the straps down her arms and the bra hit the floor too, and she stretched her arms above her head, then leaned over to Damon's face, so he could fully appreciate her breasts and she ran her hands back down his chest. She was grinding her hips against him the whole time, and he was reduced to reciting the Greek alphabet backwards to keep his control. She started touching her breasts and he swallowed on a mouth long since dry. Then, incredibly, she put her hands on her hips, and unfastened her panties at each side, and pulled them away without ever leaving her position.

"I think you're starting to get a little anxious, sir," she said, and her tone was nothing but sex. "Better let me take care of that problem. I guarantee I can relieve the tension."

Damon couldn't answer her. He couldn't think clearly enough. She was killing him. She backed down his legs a little and unfastened and slowly unzipped his trousers. She reached in and gripped him through his black silk boxers. "Oooohh. A real man. And I just love the way a hard on feels when it's covered with silk." She rubbed him.

"Holy shit, woman! You're tormenting me!" he choked out.

"But the pleasure will be so worth it," she purred. Damon's eyes rolled back in his head at that. She slid his trousers down his muscled legs and they hit the floor, too. She could hear him muttering and fanned her hands over his chest. "What are you saying, sir?" she asked.

"Sir." She called him "Sir." Holy… "I'm conjugating Latin verbs." He had resorted to that to keep from exploding right here.

"How funny. You'll have to teach me a few," she said, and returned to touching him through his shorts. She heard him whimper and slid the shorts off, too, making sure she massaged his butt as she did. Then, she slowly licked up his shaft and Damon nearly came off the bed.

"Please, Elena. Please," he said longingly.

She sucked his whole length into her mouth and then released it and kissed her way up his chest to his mouth. "Was the lap dance satisfactory, sir?" she whispered into his ear. "The horniest slut in the strip club wants to know if she earned the big payoff."

She found herself flipped to her back, with Damon's face hovering above hers, and she could see veins start to pop under his eyes. "It was definitely satisfactory," he growled. "The slut has definitely earned the payoff." He touched her folds. "Wet and ready. Just like a hot slut should be," he said, then licked his fingers. Elena drew her breath in with a hiss when she saw that. He took his mouth to her aching nipples and suckled them, then he rubbed the tip of his erection against her center. "Tell me exactly what you want. Don't be shy."

"I want your cock inside me, Damon. Make me scream."

"Oh, I can definitely do that," he said and plunged into her body. Over and over, he thrust inside her. She was past thinking. All she could do was meet each thrust as she chanted his name. Then, he turned her over, and entered her from behind, with one hand teasing her folds, tormenting her button until she did scream her climax. He had to hold her steady as he found his own release, and then collapsed on top of her as she went limp beneath him.

Damon rolled them to their sides, and pushed her sweaty hair away from her neck and kissed her. "Are you even conscious?" he said, his voice a rumble.

"Yeah. I know what you want. Do it," she said.

"I'll make it even better for you," he answered, and then bit into his hand. "Drink," he said, holding his hand to her mouth, as he pierced her skin with his fangs. The feeling was exquisitely delicious pain, followed by bliss. She brought his hand to her mouth and drank and suddenly, felt his need for her, through the blood. He moaned against her skin as she drank from him. He licked the wounds clean and since she was drinking from him, the wounds healed. He turned her over and kissed her fully, their blood mingling in their mouths, and Elena climaxed again. This time, she did pass out. But she had his blood, so she would be fine. Her heart rate hadn't changed, so Damon knew he hadn't taken too much.

He pulled the comforter on the bed up over them and twined his legs with hers. He sighed into her neck and gave her tiny kisses. When she finally roused, she smiled drowsily at him. "Everything you do to me should be illegal. It feels way too good," she murmured.

"I'm doing it right, then," he answered. "I love being with you, Elena. You give me a reason to feel like a human man."

"You are a human man. I love being with you, too. Kiss me again and let's sleep."

"Mmmm. Happy to oblige," he said as he kissed her and they both drifted into sleep."

"You lost them, Mason," Katherine snapped.

"Well, Atlanta traffic is tough, even for supernaturals. If I'd run that light, every cop on the shift would have been on my ass! What do you want with Damon Salvatore, anyway?"

"The same thing you want with Elena Gilbert, Mason. And if this spell I've got works, I can compel both Damon and Stefan to essentially be my sex toys from now on."

"One's not enough?" he said.

"Oh, heavens no!" she chuckled. "That was the one good thing when they were human: I could compel them to do absolutely anything. And I did. They pleased me, they pleased each other - it was all very decadent and very salacious and deliciously sordid."

They were stopped at a light and Mason looked at Katherine. "Pleased each other? They're brothers! That is sick! You're one twisted woman, Katherine."

"It wasn't sick. It was divine. To me, anyway. But then again, I have unusual tastes." She grabbed Mason's face and looked into his eyes. "And if you're very, very good, maybe you and your handsome cousin Tyler can please me like that someday. That wouldn't be sick, now would it?"

"No, Katherine," not at all. His voice was mechanical and Katherine leaned back, pleased with herself. Too bad Mason didn't have a brother, she thought. That would be delightful. Now she just had to locate Damon.

P.S. Don't you just hate Katherine? I do.