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Forbidden fruit. A strong desire or craving for something all the more because it is not allowed.
Chapter 3- How does your Master touch you?
Rating M
I love you guys thank you so much for your supportive reviews. This chapter starts delving into the start of a complicated attraction. This is a bamon story, not typical but you know me. This story can go a couple of ways in my head dark, semi dark, or just angsty. I'm curious to know what the readers want? So please review.
"I forbid Bonnie to have anything to do with him. She's not going to start trolliping out and about with Jeremy Gilbert. A girl of her age and status, is not going to be received well by people if she's fraternizing with a member of one of the families of high society."
If looks could kill, Bonnie's glare would kill Damon.
"Well, he says he just wants to come over and visit her here at the boarding house sometimes. Have some tea, talk. He wants to be very respectful of whatever rules you have Damon."
"Why?" His anger roared. Surely Jeremy could hear him in the next room.
"She is a young woman Damon. She is bound to have love interests."
"She is a slave. He is a rich, spoiled, boy with bad intentions, He's liable to take advantage of her. Because of her status."
They speak of her as if she is not in the room.
Both Lily and Damon decided to lower their voices.
"She is not like all of the other slaves. She is an educated business woman. She is bilingual. She has more to offer than these pretentious girls of wealthy men of the society."
"You mean Elena?"
It was no secret that Lily wasn't the fondest of the Gilbert women, mostly because of Isobel. She allowed herself to tolerate Elena and Katherine. "Bonnie, please, tell me what you think?" Lily asks.
"I'm not exactly sure what is being asked of me Ma'am."
"I am pretty sure Jeremy Gilbert is trying to court you. He has a fondness for you Bonnie."
"Stop mother! A white boy courting a slave, is preposterous. Bonnie don't let Lily fill your head with this non-sense."
With every bone in her body his words almost broke her. She had to swallow her angst and allow him to speak, after all, he was the one with the position of power. He made all of the moves, called all of the shots. The well-lit room felt somewhat dimmer after he spoke those words against her. Where were all of the nice colored boys? She wondered, Oh, there were none where she was. Every slave within a mile was a woman.
Bonnie had no romantic interest in Jeremy. She thought he was handsome and delightful and it never went past that. She knew he sat on the other side of the double door awaiting an answer of the family. Damon in particular. As long as Damon had control over Bonnie, he would never let her find love, nor would he ever let her go. Her head drops in sadness, because if she had low self-esteem Damon's words would hurt her. But she had great esteem in herself. She knew she was beautiful. She just knew she would be unlucky in love.
Just as her face gives up on partaking in the conversation, Bonnie decides to keep herself out of Lily and Damon's quarrel. She continues to cook and clean. Her main focus is cleaning the counter top she used to cut and flavor raw meat. It is now sanitized and spotless.
"What do you think Bonnie?" Lily asks as Bonnie throws herself into her work.
"Well, I am not sure I am ready for something like that. I wouldn't know what to do with myself."
"There it is settled. She said no." Damon yells at Lily.
To spite Damon's words, she decided she'd take advantage of Lily's offer to spend time with Jeremy.
"But, I suppose it would be nice to have a visitor once in a while." She noted.
She looks at Damon and his menacing face was scary. He looks down to the floor and his fists clench. She moves to the opposite side of the kitchen of Damon, allowing the distance to put space between his anger and her body.
"Great, I will go tell him he is welcome to come one of these afternoons after Bonnie is done with her schooling. After all, we don't want you missing your tutoring time with Elijah."
"Yes, ma'am."
When Lily leaves the room Damon approaches Bonnie. His demeanor, reasonably cooler in tone than it was a short while ago. Moments ago, Damon's eyes lowered, almost as to narrow a disapproving look towards Bonnie. His face tightened and his fists stiffen. The large room, Bonnie used for cooking and washing dishes was occupied by she, Damon, and two other servants. The deafening silence fell over them as their hearts beat faster for Bonnie. Even though all of the servants knew Bonnie was highly favored, they also recognized that she took most punishments because of her independent nature and strong will to be heard.
Damon took delight in all of the education Lily had Elijah bestowed upon Bonnie. However, it was never wise to use such advantages against him. He excused both of the other servants and it was only he and Bonnie in the kitchen. Slowly he took steps over to her not speaking a word. She was sure she was going to get punishment for going against him with Lily. He loomed over the back side of Bonnie. His taller figure stalked her shorter one. Bonnie's fear escalated, as did her bravery. Her nerves caused her to tense up. If Damon hit her again she would surely need to get her body ready for impending pressure and pain. She tightened her fists as well, sitting them on top of the counter space, and tensed every muscle in her body, preparing herself for her his punishment.
As her situation escalated the other side of the kitchen remained calm.
The pots on the stove airing a delightful fragrant aroma of fresh food. The sound of boiling sauce echoed the kitchen as the silence grew. There was clinking of metal to metal coming from outside of the Salvatore kitchen wondow as the chain kept slapping against the flag pole. The peaceful noises were a blissful reminder of the fact that pain could be delivered in any circumstance, causing a war of two colliding minds. The sounds of everyday life were happening and the thoughts of imminent defiance was fixated between two people who classically opposed one another. Their thoughts rang louder than that of the worlds everyday noise.
Damon walks his body to the back of hers until he can't move. He stands directly behind her, pressing against her, intimidatingly. She feels pressure from his lower half. He places one of his relaxed hands beside one of her balled fist on the counter space. His hand was larger than hers, and the two of their hands were symbolic of their physicality. That at his weakest, he was stronger than she at her strongest. Her lips trembled as his tactic of intimidation put fear in her body. Using his body against hers, was one of the greatest forms of intimidation a man had over a woman since the beginning of time. She took in her breaths silently, anticipating his next move.
Bonnie's courage intimidated Damon. The fact that she was defiant, and full of conviction, made his enigmatic brain drawn to her. Drawn to her like his front to her backside in this moment, in the kitchen, with no one around. She was about to be the moth to his flame. Remaining unmoved, Bonnie balled her fists tighter. Damon's other arm crept to the counter top next to her second fist. His entire body now engulfed Bonnie's. Slowly, he opened both of her hands, loosening her fists, relaxing her body, without her permission. Either this was a tactic to force her to submit, or this was his way of telling her she could relax. Either way, he was remaining relentless in exercising his need to control the stubborn girl.
Bonnie's chest rose and fell slowly with long, deepening breaths, that made her relax into his motions. She prayed his mercy was generous today.
"Hmmm." A surprising low moan escaped her closed lips as he pushed himself into her from the waist down. Forcing her body forward, where she could no longer move. Incasing her between he and the counter, tightly. He pushed into her, again; awaiting the sound she made the first time. She didn't mean to make those noises. She meant to stand up and stay strong. Then he came and made his front side comfortable to her back side.
He put his moist lips against the temple of her face. Slight hints of his saliva were present to the touch of her skin, while the warmth of his breath lead her to a comfort she before never felt. Something of an intimate nature, but pulling at her desires. Bonnie knew this comfort was making her betray herself. As his breath caressed her temple, he thrust himself into her from behind, allowing the pressure to remain dug into her backside. She gasps, from shock at how he's allowing his body to meld to her. Speaking lowly, Damon mutters, "He has no place in your life. You are mine. Don't ever forget that." His words fell down her cheeks like tears, only she didn't cry. He was pressed into her, forcing her body to feel things she couldn't control. Bonnie should have been feeling unrequited desires. Instead her body was reacting to his movements because she has never felt any sort sexual desire or arousal on an intimate level. Her brain worked overtime trying to decipher his purpose. She knew the more she thought about it the more it meant he was wrapping her up in his dementia.
He pushed himself into her again. Her moan was deeper this time. "What is happening to you?" She asked him. Damon tried to hold on to the position of innocence she held in his life as both a person he loved a great deal and as a woman he was having strong desires for, but she made it hard for him. She was almost unaware of what she was doing to him.
It didn't matter that she had a dress on, and he was wearing clothes she got the idea of what she was supposed to feeling. This time his fists went from relaxed to tightened next to her now relaxed hands. His angry face tensed, and her angry face softened. She put her smaller hands on top of his larger ones and he pushed himself once more against her. Her small fingers squeezed at his hands, gripping him for support, while he holds on to the little ounce of sanity she has left him with. The second his hands tensed and hers softened, she took control of him, not even realizing the power she held over this man.
Still feeling full of confusion, she squeezed her eyes closed. Bonnie's head along with Damon's fell forward. His lay between her shoulder and neck, his teeth lightly brisk her collar bone nearest her neck. His warm breath and teeth linger there, just lightly. His breath was releasing onto her the stress she caused his body, built up within him.
His breath pushes through his lungs and falls out of his mouth, collapsing against her skin like a man going out of his mind trying to contain himself as best as he can. He breathed cries of pain. Hunger pangs pulled from within his body for her. This started as his need for control, but as it happened in the most unlikely sense, she was controlling him. In these moments, his body was at the mercy of her touch.
His arms wrapped around her waist and his fists clenched at the material of her dress, squeezing her, gripping her so tightly she was stuck inside of his more than passionate grip of her torturous body. He felt as if he was losing control. He held her with strong need.
"This is what you do to me Bonnie," he almost cried out, as he breathed hard against her neck. She wasn't sure what to say, she thought she had done something wrong. She feared for herself in that moment thinking he was still in the punishing mind frame, because she did something to him, and she was unaware of how to undo it. She let him hold onto her longer, squeezing her, holding her body so near to his. She allowed him to pull her so closely against him that his ending and her beginning no longer existed.
She remained fearful, yet, drawn to him. She was afraid of his touch, but didn't want him to let her go. Her fear prevalent, for if anyone walked in, she would be beat for sure. "You torture me, Bonnie." He let out. Lips leaving a small trail of saliva against her jaw. Then the tea kettle whistled. No sooner than it did, was he up, and off, and gone.
Bonnie was left standing there with a world of confusion. She had never had a sexual experience, let alone known what it meant to make a man want her. When it came to Damon she didn't know what she was doing wrong or right, he was such a plague of mysteries. Most days she went with the flow. He spits out orders here and there, and made sure to put her in her place when she spoke too competently towards him. But today, he confused her in multiple ways, her mind was worried, her body was unsure, and her soul was perplexed. Even then, those words all meant the same thing.
She checked the tea kettle. Dinner was just about ready.
This would probably never be spoken of again.
Dinner was filled with awkward silence. After Lily sent Jeremy on his way, Damon sat with no regard for a single soul. He ate in silence and remained stoic. He made no eye contact with Bonnie as she served him and when she stood nearest him, his hands clenched on to themselves for dear life. He was a tense bundle of nerves. No one noticed but Bonnie, and she was swarmed with guilt.
Since his encounter with Bonnie, Damon made it appoint to see Elena every day. He needed a familiar comfort. He needed a woman, he needed her body. For days in a row, he took the trip to visit Elena. He allowed Bonnie to take part in the trip so she could see Emily. He devoid her of eye contact, and any conversation for three days, the rides to the Gilbert's home were uncomfortable for Bonnie. Seeing Emily as the light at the end of the tunnel was the pay off. She would endure hours or days of discomfort with Damon just for a little time with Emily.
Everyday Bonnie watched Damon with Elena, touching her more than usual, whispering in her ear more than usual, his lips nearing her neck too often. Bonnie remembered the moments when Damon's lips grazed her cheeks, trailing moisture of his heat into her pours pulling her desires from deep, deep, within her. Then slight bits of jealousy plagued her senses. Her skin missed his lips, her nose missed his smell, her ears missed his moans into her, and she watched Elena receive it freely, only delivered with a smile. Damon's moments with Bonnie were ridden with guilt and pain. He didn't look at her the way he looked at Elena. She knew it too. Bonnie couldn't tell, if Damon looked at her with need, or desire.
"Birdie! Birdie!" Emily snapped her out of her trance. "What are you doing? Starin at them like you ain't got no sense.
"Was I?"
"You was. Stop for Damon is likely to snap and take you home again."
"Emmy, what have I told you about your speech etiquette?"
"Birdie, I remember everythang you teach me. But when we are just relaxed, let me be me okay? I have to be a slave for everybody else, don't make me be one for you too."
Those words were so powerful to Bonnie. She didn't realize how she may have come off to the other slaves. Privileged, goody-two-shoes, watered down, little black, know-it-all. Some days she could relate to no one. Not even Emily. Other days, Damon was the only one who really knew her. She could not rely on him. He was too many things at once, and she could not decide which one to accept.
Bonnie essentially was alone. Her heart ached all of the time for her lonely soul. She needed absolute connection.
"I am sorry my dear sister. I – I just want to bestow my blessings to you. I will stop."
"It's alright. I know you mean well Birdie. So how are the market place visits, any more sweet talks with that Marcel?"
"Ahh. You are trying to build some imagination within your overworked brain of Marcel and I. He is my friend. I love him. That is all."
"Love Birdie? You Love Marcel?" She smiled.
"Of course I do. He is like the brother I never knew. He loves me. He looks out for me. He makes me smile."
"Sounds like the kind of love you have for the man you wish to marry?"
"Emmy!"
"Birdie, you can't lie to me. What's goin on with you and Marcel?"
"Emmy, don't push me into a corner. I don't care if you are older than me." She says to her sister loudly.
"Birdie, raise your voice at me again."
"I am sorry sister." Bonnie always made sure to maintain a level of respect for her older sister. She was the only mother she had remembered from birth. Of course there was Lily, but Emily was the only blood Bonnie had ever known.
"It's quite aright. Now tell me what happened with you and Marcel."
"Nothin. He told me he loved me."
"Love? Birdie, this is serious."
"No. He said he loved me like a sister, and that he could not see as me as anything more. I remind him too much of his sister that was killed. But he vowed to always look out for me. Make sure I don't ever suffer the same fate as she. He has done that perfectly."
"Oh, Birdie. I am sorry. You loved him didn't you? As more than a brother?"
Bonnie nodded her head. She shed some tears. She loved Marcel. She also respected him, and would rather have him as a friend than anything else. She would always love the beautiful brown man with the perfect white smile. Once Damon left, Marcel took his place in her life. She even knew Marcel's new wife, Sabine. He took a slave girl, and loved her. Made her a free woman through marriage to him, since he was not a slave. He gave his wife the greatest gift. Freedom.
"Why you ain't never told me this Birdie?"
"I suppose I have come to believe every man I love will never requite my feelings." She said looking on to Damon and Elena's overly friendly behaviors.
Emily understood now why she looked at Damon and Elena. Bonnie loved her master. Emily couldn't help but to fear for Bonnie's heart. She was breaking a cardinal slave rule, never fall in love with your master.
Emily tried to avoid the slave master conversation with Bonnie. She purposely sheltered Bonnie from a lot, because she knew the Salvatore's treated her like the young woman she was and didn't expose her to any crazy behaviors or treatments.
"Say, sissy. I made some sweet tea and fresh biscuits before you got here. I can serve you some biscuits and warm milk, or sweet tea with ice."
"Certainly. You know I love some fresh biscuits and warm milk."
The two sisters continued to visit and love each other through conversation. Bonnie's laughter returned with no haste. The pink in her cheeks brightened the dimming light of the night fallen sky. Emily and Bonnie sat on the porch filling the space with joy and it became contagious. Her smile, the sound of her laughter, the look in her face, the sparkle in her eyes. She got his attention and he found it hard to ignore her any more. Borrowing Elena to cover his lustful need for Bonnie. Seeing how happy she was and realizing he used to make her smile and laugh like that only further ignites the anger he had. It was time to go home.
"So soon? Damon we have only spent a couple of hours together."
"I am sorry Elena. The sun is almost set. I have kept Bonnie away longer than need be. She has to be getting back. She has an early day."
"Okay, but would you mind if I had a moment alone with her. Please? I have to ask her something."
"Is this regarding your brother, because if it is, we have made an agreement that he would be able to visit her under my supervision."
"No. It's personal Damon. A woman issue."
His brows furrow. He thought to ask, because he hated not knowing what business anyone had with Bonnie, but he trusted Elena. So he allowed it.
"Sure. With haste. We must be heading back."
Elena and Damon both head out to the porch, where Jeremy has made his was to somehow. Stealing glances back and forth with Bonnie. Damon noticed right away and didn't like it.
"Bonnie, Elena needs a word with you. Quickly please. We must go."
"Certainly Jeune Salvatore."
He kindly said his good bye greetings as both Emily and Jeremy headed inside. He awaited her at the Carriage.
"Bonnie, I have a personal question to ask you."
"Certainly Miss Elena."
"What is he like? Damon. How is it when he touches you?"
"WHAT!"
Bonnie yells stirring the attention of Damon.
"Bonnie, shuuush. I don't want him to know I am asking you." Elena pulls her further along the porch away from Damon. She wants to be discreet.
"Touches me, who said he touches me?" Bonnie feared someone knew about her and Damon's encounter in the kitchen. Him against her, and her not stopping him. She feared she was in trouble and would be beaten for having responded to him like a whore. "Who told you that Elena, did he tell you that?"
"Bonnie, no! What is the matter? Why do you look so scared?"
"I am scared. I do not touch him. He does not touch me. We are a master and his slave and that is all."
"I know Bonnie. But Surely you service him. As all of the others. That is your job. You service him. In every way Bonnie. That is your job."
"What?" Who told you that Elena?"
"It is what slaves do Bonnie. Every slave I know serves her master. Surely it is unspoken, but it is done. You do not have to be coy with me. I just want to know what to expect. Is he tender, or rough? Is it painful, or does he take his time? How can I please him, Bonnie? This is what I am asking you."
"Why are you with such a need to know the man he is in his bedroom?"
"Because I want to give myself to him Bonnie. I want to know what he is like."
"Have you ever known a man Elena?" Bonnie asks with grave concern.
"Can you keep a secret Bonnie?" Elena grins guiltily.
"Yes."
"I have known a man. Elijah. My sister's husband. He sneaks into my room at night. Now that Katherine is pregnant she has no desires for him. She makes him come in my room to sate his desires with me."
"No. Katherine is pregnant? And when did she get married?" Bonnie knew Elijah and Katherine were engaged. After all she introduced them. She had no idea they were as serious as they were. She also felt disgusted by her teacher Elijah bedding the wife of his sister, whilst Katherine is pregnant. Damon was right about Elijah all of those years ago.
My mother made them marry by court when we found out Katherine was with child. You know my mother doesn't want a whore for a daughter."
"Then why? Why give yourself to Damon, to end up in the same predicament?"
"Because I do not want to lose him Bonnie. I want a husband to take care of me for the rest of his life. I want to have his baby. I know if I am with child he will marry me. I know I can get him to bed me. He desires me, surely. The past three days he has been very betrothed by me."
"Elena, think about what you are saying. Having a baby without giving Damon knowledge might not work in your favor. Besides I don't think you love him. You described wanting a man with wealth to me. Not a man you feel madly about."
"Bonnie, I am twenty. I love him."
"Do you really love him?"
"I think I do."
"Why do you love him?"
"Because he is charming, and smart. He is wealthy and versed. He will be an excellent provider and I am quite positive he will be a giving lover. Now please, tell me what I must know to prepare myself for him. Please Bonnie?"
All of the reasons Elena gave to Bonnie for loving Damon were contrived. They weren't filled with meaningful thoughts or heart felt desires. Elena just wanted a sure ticket to higher status. Bonnie wondered if she should be honest with Damon about this or not.
"I do not know Elena. I have never known a man." She said quietly. Her body tensed because she was timid and frigid, realizing she had a duty to Damon that he never forced upon her.
"Oh, Birdie. I had no idea. I assumed that… Well he is so possessive and protective of you, I just thought that maybe…"
"No. Damon has never made me do anything inappropriate with him."
"Just so you know, Bonnie, you and Damon having a consorting relationship is not considered inappropriate. As your job, you service him. So I take it you didn't service Stefan either?"
"No."
"Birdie, you really are a little bird you know that? A fragile little bird. You are not like the other slaves, or any other girl I know for that matter. You'll make a man a fine wife someday."
"Thank you Elena." Elena's words meant the world to Bonnie. She gave a smile, just as Damon called out to her.
"Bonnie." He yelled with just an ounce of patience.
"You must go Birdie. Sorry for bothering you."
"You could never bother me."
"Thanks for always being a good friend to me Birdie."
"Thank you too Miss Elena."
Both girls hug as Damon tries to remain patient with Bonnie.
Silence fills the carriage. Damon looks out one window, as Bonnie looks out the other.
"What did Elena want with you, Bonnie?"
"Jeune, Salvatore, what is my duty to you?"
"Whatever do you mean?"
"What I am asking is, what duties am I supposed to honor you by as your personal slave?"
"Tend to all of me needs."
"Is that so? Have I done my job well?"
"Where is this coming from?"
"I just thought that if I were doing a terrible job that you would tell me?"
"Bonnie, what did Elena want with you?"
"She asked me a personal question, she asked me not to mention it to you. Feminine concerns is all."
"You wouldn't be lying to me would you Birdie?"
Her face lit up.
"You called me Birdie."
"Yes. I suppose I did."
"It's been years since you've called me that."
He looks at her, she smiles. It makes him happy to see her smile in such a way.
"Why do you ask about your services to me, Birdie?"
"No reason."
"Now, you don't possibly think I am going to let you get away with lying do you?" He asks her with a serious face, and a half way grin.
The pit of her stomach was turning. Nerves couldn't describe the dry ache she was feeling. She needed some water before she threw up. To talk to him about servicing him literally made her so nervous she was getting sick to her stomach. He saw her feeling queasy and he moved beside her.
"Are you okay? Why do you look sick?"
"No reason, I get this way when I am nervous."
"What are you nervous about?"
"Nothing."
"Bonnie stop lying to me. Tell me why you are nervous?" He was beginning to get nervous.
Bonnie tried to get serious through her nausea.
"Tell me something, as apart of my duties, am I to service all of your needs?"
"Yes. Didn't I just say that?" She was angering him with her run around.
"Jeune Salvatore, I mean, 'all' of your needs?"
Bonnie caught Damon off guard.
"Oh. Who planted that idea in your head?"
"No one. But slaves know things. Slaves have a network for socializing as do your people."
"Bonnie, I have never asked you to do such things, now have I?"
"No you have not."
"Well, then maybe I do not require them." He says this but doesn't mean it.
"I see." Her face shows relief but her heart feels rejection. When she looks on in the opposite direction of him, he stares on at her.
"You are like family Birdie. I couldn't insult you in such a way."
The pit of her stomach also did not like rejection even if it was delivered in the form of flattery. Speaking of insults, "What transpired between us last week Jeune Salvatore. What was that?"
"Bonnie." Damon did not want to answer her question because he did not want to admit to having an attraction towards her.
"Bonnie, now? What happened to us being personal. You can call me birdie. After all you gave me the name. Now everyone calls me that but you."
"I am a grown man now. What do I look like calling you by a childhood nickname?"
"I suppose it would appear that we have a close relationship. But I suppose that we can continue to be of the working nature in kinship." Her brass cynicism was off putting to him.
He couldn't look at her without scaring her. His faces were that of rage, only he held back as much as he could. Bonnie pushed her boundaries with Damon, she pushed him to his limits.
"We won't speak of last week."
"Why not?"
"You know," He licked his lips and looked away from her as if his limits were becoming a joke to her, and he was sick of it, "You are wayward with that tongue. I swear Bonnie, if you don't quit sassing me, I am going to quiet you myself." He threatened.
"You touched me."
"No I did not!"
"Yes you did!"
"Bonnie." Damon grabbed her by her arms and shook her.
"Why did you touch me in such a way? Making me respond as if I was some sort of whore."
"You're my property. What I did to you was perfectly legal."
"Am I like family or am I like property?"
Her face was defiant and angry, which angered him. She wanted to perplex him. The relationship was getting difficult. It was getting hard to maintain. He tried to keep boundaries, and she made it impossible. She walked the fine line with him, taking advantage of his kinship to her.
She was angering him to the point of his voice being raised. He didn't yell but began speaking loudly.
"You are what I need you to be, when I need you to be it! Simple as that. I have warned you about your mouth. I am working on my anger, as I told you, but you cannot take advantage of the situation. As my property, I can do with you what I want. When I want. However. I. Want."
"What about the day I fall in love with a man, and want to start my own life." Bonnie got just as loud as Damon did.
Damon laughs at her and her hopes and dreams. "I suppose your husband will be okay with you working for a demanding man like me."
"Because you never plan to release me, right? You plan on keeping me forever?"
"Yes."
"But why, once you are married, surely you can find another slave to service all of your needs, right?"
"I can. But I don't trust everyone."
"So you trust me?"
"Of course. I trust you more than anyone. Where is this coming from?"
"Jeune Salvatore, why me?" Her pitch remains high.
"Bonnie, stop being a pain in my ass." He yells at this difficult young woman.
"I hope I meet someone, and fall in love, and he forces you to give me my freedom!"
"I hope you meet someone, fall in love, then he realizes how life with you will never be easy as long as I am around, then he leaves, never to return?" With a smile on his face. They are playing childish games now. She refuses to let him win, he refuses to ever lose.
"You torture me."
"The feeling is mutual."
They each pause a few minutes. She is annoyed, he is amused and she wants nothing more but to shut him up for good. Bonnie allows her wit to take charge regardless of the consequences.
Her face gets very serious with a hint of humor and a hint of anger. She reaches to make him angry and she speaks on their secretive truths.
"Tell me something..." She looks right into his eyes and tries to gain the upper hand. "Did I feel good to you? When you pressed yourself against me? When you were behind me, treating me like a whore as you were pushing yourself into my backside like a mad man... Was I worth it?"
He zeros in on her face, narrows his eyes and looks her in her eyes, "Yes. Every minute."
He confuses the hell out of her and shocks her all the same. Her confidence drops slightly and part of her is afraid of that answer. He liked being inappropriate with her in a sexual way. Bonnie blinks several times allowing her nerves to make her bite on her bottom lip.
"Is that the last time you plan to touch me in such a way?"
Looking directly at her, aiding her nerves rubbing his thumb across her lips, he speaks.
"No."
Damon looks at Bonnie earnestly. His eye contact is honest. He plans to touch her. There is no reason why. There is no telling where. There is no certain when. His honesty places her in shock and she thinks maybe she should stop asking questions she doesn't want the answer to. She leaves him alone and looks out of the small opening of the carriage. Wondering eyes close to the world, and open to the man across from her. His blue eyes, and white skin are irreverent to the heritage that claims her, yet as far as family goes, he's as close as it gets. He's known her since childhood, he's looked after her, protected her, loved her... platonically? Or did he.
"And what if I do not oblige you?"
"Then I shall make the decision for you."
"Well, excuse my crass tongue, but what does some well-to-do white man of your status need with a naïve young slave girl like me?" She asks him mocking his words from just days ago.
One of his large hands cups her cheek, she is afraid he is going to hit her, for being so crass. She flinches. A smirk hits him, then a serious look, as he brings his second hand to softly hold the other side of her face. Pulling her face to his he puts his lips nearest hers.
"Some things in this world I will never owe explanations for: being very smart, being very wealthy , and loving you the way that I do. You will be molded to me Bonnie. And only me."
He then places a soft kiss to her mouth, dominating her once again.
Thoughts for Bamon ?