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A/N PLEASE READ FOR FUTURE CAUTIONS. First of all… Thank you! Thank you for the Reviews, follows/favorites. When I posted Chapter 3 I had chapters 4, 5, & 6 in progress already. I asked for what the readers were interested in, a regular angsty love story or some darkness. The General consensus was a Dark!Damon so… with that being said, I love Dark!Damon which means, some angst for Bonnie. But with that, I will give her some interesting sub plots lovies. So she won't be just dealing with possessive Damon without making her own way. There will be heavy interactions with other male characters. You may be surprised who. It is a story and it will be deep and full of drama, lust, and darkness, with some very light moments in between. I just want everyone to remember the time period, the times were much harsher than I am depicting so as I go, there will be violent and dark moments. When reading take your mind out of the Millennial mind frame and put it into the Colonial mind frame. In this story neither Damon or Bonnie are perfect. The story will develop at different paces throughout. I have ALOT planned. This era dealt with a lot of important issues. It will all still pertain to BAMON. Thank you. For all of you that made suggestions, I love your input. Dark!Damon is going to surface slowly over the next few chapters you'll see. So I am glad I have picked up some faithful followers and reviewers and readers. You guys are fucking awesome. I love you. I am still editing chapters and reviewing, so happy reading! Don't forget to let me know what you think about this chapter!
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Forbidden fruit. A strong desire or craving for something all the more because it is not allowed.
Master. A man in a position of power of people working for him, typically servants/slaves.
Slave. A person who is legal property to another and forced into obedience.
Chapter 4 - Unfaithful Master, Defiant Love
Rating M
Today was a good day to be happy. At least it felt that way. Bonnie was wondering the halls of the manor in between her tasks. She thought to walk the halls and look at pictures of the boys and Lily and Giuseppe as they had changed throughout the years. They rarely ever smiled in pictures. Bonnie found this behavior odd.
Damon has always had those striking blue eyes. She gets lost in them even staring at the pictures of him as a young boy. Some of these pictures she remembers well when they were taken. There were actually pictures of Bonnie. She sees a picture of herself. She sitting on the grass with Emily, Damon, and Stefan. She was maybe eleven years old at the time wearing a pure white church dress, and she stood next to Emily who was thirteen at the time. Then behind them both was Damon, who was maybe seventeen at the time, next to Stefan was fifteen or so. It was the Day the Salvatores got Bonnie baptized.
Bonnie remembers the day vividly. Damon was appointed to be Bonnie's legal Guardian if anything happened to Lily and Giuseppe. After her service, the Salvatore's hired a photographer to take pictures of the family at the Manor. At that point Bonnie was just a regular girl, lost in the energies of the world. She was not exposed to much outside of work and her new family of two years. She loved that they always allowed Emily to partake in important family events that involved Bonnie.
(Flashback)
Bonnie sat in the Salvatore garden by herself humming songs about Jesus. Songs Emily taught her, which their grandmother and mother taught Emily. Damon walked through the manor walk ways searching for Bonnie after she disappeared. When he spotted her she was sitting on the grass in the gardens feeding the birds and ducks. Humming. He sat and listened to her melodic tones. She always put him at ease back then. The simple sound of her humming could make him feel as if they lived in a different world. When she turned around, he stunned her.
"Young Salvatore, you frightened me."
"Sorry Birdie. I was worried, you disappeared a while ago. Is everything ok?"
"Yes. I just always thought that the day I got baptized I would have my moma and daddy."
"Well, I am sure wherever they are they think about you always."
"Think about me, what about worry about me? Why didn't they protect me?"
"Birdie, I bet they did everything in their power to protect you. They must have loved you so much because they raised a tender-hearted child."
"I only had my parents in my life for a few years, before Emmy and I were taken. I don't know much of them."
"You have us Birdie."
"Yes. I suppose I do." She smiles brightly.
"I will never let anything happen to you, okay Birdie. As long as I am around, and as long as I can help it, I will protect you. I made that promise to God today. Remember?"
Bonnie nods her head and grins from ear to ear, gently and affectionately toward him. "I love you Young Salvatore. I love you so much." She reaches in and hugs Damon tightly, as if she never wants to let him go. "Don't ever leave me. Please."
"Of course not Birdie, you are mine, forever. I will never leave you. I love you too!"
They sit together feeding the ducks and birds.
(End Flashback)
Bonnie was pulled out of her thoughts by someone who sounded as if they were having trouble breathing.
"Hello? Are you okay?"
She called out to the noise because she wasn't sure where it was coming from. She just wanted to know that whoever it was, wasn't in trouble. She searched for the sound and it was coming from Stefan's room.
"Oh no, Frère Salvatore?" She rushed towards his room, her heart was racing hoping she wasn't going to find him dead, or choking. She reached for the door and took a deep breath preparing herself for imminent danger.
The door slowly crept open and Bonnie's eyes had to be mistaken her. She was seeing things, because no way in hell was this happening. Her eyes were deceiving her.
The nude form of a woman sat on top of the nude form of Stefan. He was being indecent, and thrusting himself upwards into a woman. He looked as if he were punishing her. His face was determined, so much so, she was enthralled by him in that moment. He looked like a man in a position of power, even though he was underneath the woman. He was grabbing her by her backside, and working movement of the young girl from her hips in a motion her body was comfortable with. The young woman was in no way crying pleas of pain or breathing in discomfort, she was feeling elation and satisfaction. Bonnie's virgin eyes hurt to see such a painful looking activity. If this was sex, she was not angry that she had not yet engaged.
Suddenly Stefan sits up and lays the girl on her back, and his ministrations are faster, harder and deeper, he thrusts relentlessly in this young woman, as if he is punishing her. She assumes this is some type of painful punishment. As Stefan reaches down to kiss said young woman, Bonnie finally sees him slow down and become tender with her. He touches her softly and tenderly and the girls accepts his advances, welcoming him openly. His motions become slower, more evenly paced. Bonnie is feeling tingly in her nether regions watching this salacious behavior. Stefan is giving her goosebumps on her skin, and she is drawn to him in these moments.
Stefan looks up to see Bonnie watching him. Her eyes fright that he will call to her punishment. But instead he smiles at her and sits up. Allowing her to take him all in with her eyes. All of him. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops, he smiles again, and slowly enters the woman, letting Bonnie watch him fuck her. Then she hears Stefan speak to the young woman, on top of both of their heavy breathing and panting.
"Do I feel good inside of you?"
"Yes. Yes." The young woman breathed out loud and Bonnie recognizes her voice.
"Do you want me to fuck you harder?"
"Yes."
"You like being punished by me?"
"I do Sir, I do."
"Sarah." She says in a way she didn't mean to, dropping her handkerchief.
Sarah frights and turns to look.
"Oh no. Bonnie." Sarah worries for what Bonnie has witnessed. She tries covering herself up.
"I'm sorry. I am sorry I thought someone was hurt. Please excuse me I am sorry." In a hurry Bonnie shuts the door and attempts to run away to her room and never been seen or heard from for a while, but as she turns she bumps into Damon.
"Well, aren't we nosy?"
"I umm… I was just trying to, I thought that Frere Salvatore was hurt and…"
"Well, obviously he wasn't. Did you like what you saw little bird?" he asked as he looked firmly into her eyes, interested in her answer.
"Please." She begs for him to let her pass she is uncomfortable. She tries moving past Damon, but he holds her in place against the wall with his arms on either side of her body, cornering her.
"This is normal Bonnie. Stefan and Sarah have been engaging since she got here months ago. His hormones are out of control by the way. Lucky you aren't still working for him, huh?"
"You wouldn't let me when I tried."
"Hell no. Do you see what kind of a tyrant he is?" Damon said sarcastically. "I bet Sarah must hate her job." He smiles.
"This is no joke. You know Stefan would never have touched me. He doesn't look at me in that way. He views me of the kindred sort."
"Newsflash, Birdie. Stefan really tried, I refused him. I knew I was coming home. Why would I have let him touch you?"
"Your tongue speaks false words against your brother."
"He is a horny teenager; He may have broken your back trying to molest you ten times a day. I am a man; I will take my time with you. Maybe torture you a bit." He is just trying to make her uncomfortable with his words. He uses his lips against her neck and his warm breath to her skin, making her feel things within her body that he could control, better than she.
Her eyes closed, and her faces turned to the side, feeling nervousness. Yet, she didn't realize she was opening herself up to him. He let his teeth linger to her neck, and brushed them alongside her, pulling his lips together catching the skin of her neck in a moistened kiss, leaving behind a small trail of tongue.
"May I please go to my room? I'd like a nap before I start dinner."
He smiles, in both satisfaction and irritation.
"Of course, should I join you?" he asks wiggling his eyebrows.
"Why are you suddenly so forward and frivolous with your words? I am still sixteen."
"What is sixteen, to a lifetime with the same man?"
He was right, she would be with him forever, if it was up to him. So what did her age actually matter?
He let her go off to her room, watching her as she scooted along quickly holding on to her neck and breathing heavily.
Damon has no appetite. He won't eat. He forgot Jeremy was visiting Bonnie today.
"Damon, you do understand she is of marrying age? She may very well move on any day now. She can't be your servant forever."
"You think this is about her service? No this is about her being taken advantage of. Boys do that sort of thing and girls let them. I saw it a lot in school."
"You went to an all-boys school." Stefan laughs.
"Next to an all-girls school." He speaks in a serious manner.
"Once she decides to move on, she will only be the concern of her husband so you will have to learn to let her go sooner or later." Lily says.
The look in his eyes was one of later. Far later, more like never. He would never let her go.
"I need to go check on her."
"Damon stop, let her and Jeremy have privacy."
"Lily, stop getting involved. Damon can decide to never let her go if it is his choice." Giuseppe says.
"Damon, what is your obsession with her?" Lily asks, she is getting sick of his possessiveness.
"Obsession? I care for her."
"Lily, enough!" Giuseppe says.
Lily saw the look in Damon's hurt eyes. She knew that look. Her son was in love with his slave. He was in love with the girl that was like a daughter to her. A girl she raised to be as close as their sister, Damon was in love with her, and he didn't know it himself.
Lily left it alone. She let him go to her, this was not good. This was going to be a problem.
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"Bonnie, thank you for sitting with me."
Jeremy sits in the porch step. He is a large strapping young man. His chest and back were broad. His classic brown hair and eyes complimented his skin tone. He was a handsome boy. He really fancied Bonnie.
"Of course Jeune Gilbert. You are a very good friend."
"Please, just call me Jeremy. We are friends after all, Birdie. A couple of weeks ago, I noticed you had a purple bruise on your face, everything okay?"
"Yes, I am clumsy. Don't mind me I get bumps and scrapes all of the time."
"I've never seen one on your face."
"Yes, I walked into the… the … "
"It's okay, Bonnie. No need to explain."
Bonnie sat on the porch swing and Jeremy Gilbert on the porch stairs. He rose to his feet walking to her. He caressed her cheek. Near where her bruise use to be. "I could never imagine hurting you."
Bonnie allows his embrace for a short period of time. Then stops him. "I should probably head back inside soon."
"Of course, Well, I was wondering, there is a Grape Harvest Festival this weekend. There will be a pie eating contest, grape stomping, vineyard tours. I wanted to know if I can take you? You know as my date?"
"Jeremy, I thought this would just be you coming to visit me here. Not a public charade."
"Charade?"
"Yes, the little negro girl out and about with the white boy. No thank you, I will become the target of much ignorance."
"Bonnie, I am sorry I didn't think about it that way. Well what if I invite Elena, it should be easier if they see you with her, after all she is your friend."
"Maybe so. I will talk to the Salvatores."
'Okay." Jeremy stands Bonnie up. Lifts her chin. "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on."
"Thank you Jeremy." He makes her nervous, because although he is a gentlemen he's very forward about feeling attracted to her.
"Well, I should let you go. Can I hug you?"
"Yes."
Damon walks to the porch unheard, listening in on the conversation. He is not Jeremy Gilbert's fan in the slightest.
"Bonnie have you ever been kissed?"
"Pardon me? Jeremy. This is inappropriate."
"You are of a marrying age; this conversation is just words. It's not like I am trying to do anything to you. I just wondered is all."
"Once, by my best friend. It was just an innocent peck. But, I don't think about things like that." She had been kissed. Once on the lips by Damon. Softly and sweetly, but she was confused by it all the same.
Damon knows she is speaking of him.
Jeremy approaches her smelling the lavender on her. He breathes her in a bit. Bends down and kisses her cheek.
"I had a lovely time."
"Thank you Jeremy. "
"Until next time." He slowly grabs her hand and kisses it.
He then got on his horse and left. Not his prize winning horse, but a different one. He rode beautifully she thought. He disappeared off into the horizon, with the golden sunset and pink skies, with a blue and purple shaded backdrop. She allowed herself to linger in the moment, and wondered if she could ever think of Jeremy in that way, or feel for him what he feels for her.
She turned to bump into Damon. He had a habit of quietly sneaking up on her.
"Ah. Jeune Salvatore, you frightened me." She screams. He pulled her out of her peaceful thoughts.
Damon looked into her eyes.
"Say something, please." She pleads.
"I don't like him."
"He is the brother of your future wife."
"Wife? I have not proposed to her."
"Well, it seems as though you cannot get enough of her lately."
"Excuse me. Do I detest some ill feelings towards me and my time with Elena?"
Bonnie straightened up her crooked face and smiles at him unconvincingly, "Not at all. I just assumed you would like Jeremy, since he is kin to Elena."
"I should like him, then?"
"You know what I mean. He is the kin of the girl you love."
Love? He looks at her puzzled. Love is a strong word.
He grips her shoulders in his hands and squeezes lightly. Lifting her a little into him. "When I see you with him it does things to me. I don't like it."
She says nothing, but searches for something to say, because if she doesn't he will get angry.
"I'm sorry. I do not return his feelings."
"You don't?" He's puzzled.
"No, but I think the possibility can be there, one day."
"Is that the kind of man you want, the one you have to force yourself to fall in love with?" Arms still gripping her shoulders as he looks down to her.
"I suppose not, but he cares for me, and maybe for some people, that is just enough."
"It's not enough. Trust me. No matter how much a person might love you or even think they love you, if you don't love them in that way, you can't force it."
"Is that how you feel about Elena?"
He lets her arms go. He mentions nothing of Elena. Simply stares at her. Then down to her heart shaped lips. His face draws downward to her, and his lips close in on hers. She isn't moving. He isn't stopping. He wants to kiss her, differently from the last time he kissed her. He wants to invade her mouth and deliver the lubrication of his tongue to hers, caressing her with the veracity similar to that of his stroke.
Bonnie's mind anticipates the worst. He hates her, what is he thinking? Her lips are magnets drawing him closer. Her mouth parts slightly and the small amount of her breath that escapes her and is taken in by him. She feels it, as if he took her breath away. She is afraid to close her eyes, and they just continue to gape at one another. Green eyes stare into blue, blue into green. The Earth and Sea, prepare for a collision of Elements.
"Bonnie, Damon, everything okay out here?"
Bonnie jumps out of it.
Interrupting their moment. Lily calls out.
He backs away from her. Her tense body relaxes and she stands in shock.
Damon looks at this girl whom he has put the fear of God into, then a world of confusion, and now, he left her again befuddled.
"Go clean up!" He says with a straight face and walks away as if they didn't just share that moment.
Frustration. That is what he did just then, turned her fear into frustration. She exhales and releases her body collapsing into her knees. She got herself together and walked into the Manor to begin cleaning as well as eating her supper.
Grape Harvest Festival
Elena tags along with Jeremy and Bonnie to the festival. In turn, Damon chaperones. Bonnie has no idea why he would chaperone. What is the most they can do at a festival?
Bonnie was adorned in one of the newer Dresses Damon bought her. It was a light blue. It had a straight cut neckline. Exposing more of her clavicle than she was used to. The cut was fitted at the breast and at the waist it A-lined out. Lily took her along with Damon when she picked the dress. She looked like a doll. Her hair was down for the first time. She hated wearing it down because it made her hot and irritable. So she kept it in a braid. Until today. Her thick hair hung down her back and curled naturally.
She felt out of place. She was out and about almost like a free person. She got some stares. But mostly because of how breath taking she was. Everyone assumed she was a Black French immigrant. She charmed all of the towns people. Her beauty and wit took her far. She had several proposals and offers from suitors.
Jeremy got jealous, and Damon found it humorous. The young boy couldn't do anything but sick his show horse on someone. Then, watch on, as the show horse can't do anything but gallop around.
Jeremy and Bonnie were walking past a pie eating contest. "Blueberry Pie." Bonnie said smiling. "Looks delicious. If I were into that sort of thing I would do the contest, but I really don't want to get my new dress messy. Although the winner gets … What does that say? A free barrel of fruit from the farmer's market. Well, that is a prize worthy of pie eating."
"I could do the contest for you Bonnie. I mean, I am a guy it makes more sense."
"Ah, Jeremy I can't ask you to do that. Honestly, blue berry all over your face, might now be the best way to keep all of these bees away."
"Aww, bees don't scare me none. I'd be happy to enter AND win that contest for ya Birdie."
"Really?"
"Yea, you just wait your pretty little self here, watch a real man," He looks to Damon, "Win a contest for a lady." Jeremy didn't seem to like Damon as much as Damon didn't like Jeremy.
"Aww, Damon, why don't you enter the contest." Elena asks.
"No."
"What? Why not? 'fraid to get your shirt and trousers messy?"
Bonnie knew the truth, she knew Damon had a complex of dirt and grime. He was very particular about how he carried himself. The only time he allowed himself to get dirty was when he worked in the farm or the plantation. Yes, he worked in the plantation. Damon got his hands dirty with real work often, but recreational dirt was not something he entertained.
"Damon, C'mon" Stef said. "We should have a go at it." Stefan called out.
"No. Stef. Not a chance."
It was too late, Jeremy and Stefan both went up for the contest. Damon stood nearest Bonnie and watched. Elena cheered on Stefan and Bonnie cheered on Jeremy.
"Contestants, are you ready?" The announcer calls out.
"Patrons, are you ready?" The crowds cheer and Damn watched Bonnie cheer for Jeremy. He wants nothing more than to distract her from Jeremy.
"You will have two minutes to demolish your pies. On your marks, ready? GO!"
As soon as the contest starts Bonnie watches as Jeremy rummages through his pie with his entire face. He is going a little bit wilder than Stefan, but Stefan is being far more accurate. "Jeremy is kind of a clumsy eater." Elena says.
Damon makes a face of disgust. "Well, sloppy eaters are sloppy lovers." He whispers in Bonnie's ears.
"Jeune Salvatore, be nice."
"Never. He is an idiot. You know I only did this for you today. All of this. The date with Jeremy, allowing Elena to flirt incessantly with Stefan, letting Jeremy pretend as though he has any claim on you for these townspeople, and walking around being nice. This was for you Bonnie."
"I know Jeune Salvatore. Thank you. This means everything to me. The dress, the friendly behavior, the calm demeanor, the smiles every so often, you are the best, when you aren't acting your worst. You have made me very happy today."
He looks at her, smiles, and traps her in his eyes. She didn't even realize Stefan had one the contest. She heard Elena cheering and she turned to congratulate Stefan and give Jeremy a pat on the back. She then grabbed Jeremy's handkerchief and helped him wipe his face. "You may not have won, but you got my respect, Jeremy." She smiles at him and kisses his cheek.
"I guess, a silly pie eating contest can't hurt." Damon says.
"What?" Bonnie said realizing Damon hates filthy recreational activities, unless he is working in the fields or farms.
"Certainly, why not? You want that free barrel of fruit Birdie? It is as good as done."
"You don't have to do this. I promise you." She said, realizing he called her Birdie.
"No, I shall do it for you."
She gave him a look of being puzzled.
"You believe in me?"
"Of course. Always."
He takes off his jacket and hands it to Bonnie. He then unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt and rolls up his sleeves. Everyone is very surprised to see him up there. Damon Salvatore, in his nice clothes. She watched intently and as the contest began she cheered him on. Much better than she cheered Jeremy on. She watched him eat his pie, carefully but he was eating it slow and steady taking in as much as he can. Her face lit up watching him, and Stefan laughed at his brother while he and Elena both cheered him on. Bonnie realized Damon had a smooth trick. He sucked up the blue berries from the inside first, then he ate the crust. It was actually brilliant. How smart and attentive he was with that pie. Bonnie gulped and watched Damon eat the pie in amazement. Remembering what he said about Jeremy, and how you can tell the type of lover a man is, by the way he eats. He was speaking directly to Bonnie in those moments, as he ate that pie, and he won the contest. She knew he was speaking to her with his pie eating tactics. He didn't even eat fast, he just ate smart and with one goal in mind, to get Bonnie her barrel of fruit.
Damon did this for Bonnie. He did this to see her smile.
When the contest was over, he walked down, face barely a mess, and Bonnie couldn't take her eyes off of him. She became mesmerized by him. "I can't believe you did that for me."
"I'm not always such a bad guy Birdie. I love to see you smile." Elena watched and her eyes widen as the two before her gazed at each other intensely. Listening to Damon with Bonnie was an eye opener. He was in love with his slave. He was in love with her, and Elena has no idea why she has never known this before.
Damon wipes at his mouth and misses. Bonnie licks her thumb and wipes at the corners of Damon's mouth, she was much more attentive to him than Jeremy, and the two people were lost in one another for a few moments. Jeremy and Stefan were off buying popcorn for the girls, and Elena stood a small distance away watching the interactions of Damon and Bonnie.
Bonnie still wiping at the corners of Damon's mouth, was surprised by Damon when he grabbed her thumb between his lips and sucked the blueberry off. Catching her off guard, he sucked her finger then kissed the tip seductively. "Mercie, Bonnie."
"Oui." She mentions breathlessly.
Her eyes stuck on him. She was unwavering. He smiled, and she just stared at this puzzling man.
As the others walked up Bonnie fell out of her trance. Jeremy put his elbow out to Bonnie, "My sweet."
"Let's go." She says still watching Damon. He watches her, knowing he just out did Jeremy on Jeremy's date. Bonnie finally turns forward and proceeds to walk.
Damon and Bonnie kept stealing glances of one another. Elena was rather distant from Damon. She quite fancied Stefan today, and Damon didn't seem to mind. Stefan gave Elena the attention she had been lacking from Damon recently and she played coy into his charm. Bonnie couldn't get the images of Stefan and Sarah out of her mind. His naked Body, his aggressive behavior, his sexual prowess. It was distracting, every few minutes she would catch Stefan smile at her mischievously.
Elena and Stefan were closer in age. He seemed to be the type of boy she would be courted by. It wasn't as if Damon was too mature for Elena, but he was too serious, and intense for her.
Bonnie was a sixteen-year-old college sophomore, well-educated in sales, and she was Bilingual. Her beauty was unrivaled by most girls. She was far more mature, than Jeremy could handle. Damon knew this, and he couldn't stop it, thanks to his mother's benevolence. Now he anticipated the down fall of the young couple. Watching Bonnie with Jeremy, however, still got under his skin.
She looks at Damon again, with that come hither stare. Although she didn't mean it in that way. He just kept sparking her curiosity. He was a mad man. He drove her mad right along with him.
At one moment she peered at him from the side view, she tried to remain undetected. He noticed and shot her a wink. She quickly looked forward again. He was making her nervous.
At one point in time, Damon saw a look of shock on her face. He watched as she looked down, to see that Jeremy was trying to hold her hand. She saw Damon shake his head at her. But she allowed Jeremy to hold her hand anyway. All the while, Damon's teeth grit.
Jeremy put the cherry on the top when he leaned down to kiss her cheek.
"You sure are one lucky fellow." An onlooker says to Jeremy and Bonnie as they hold hands strolling through the festival.
"Thank you." He said modestly. Bonnie felt special today. Not because of the comments, or the hand holding. She felt special because Damon bought her the most beautiful dress, and he controlled his temper so that she could have fun with Jeremy. Even if only for one night, she knew Damon made today possible for her, against his better wishes. He wanted to see her be happy.
Jeremy began whispering in Bonnie's ear. Making her laugh. Damon knew this move because he did this with Elena. He was trying to get fresh with her to ignite a kiss. Jeremy's lips are getting exceedingly close to Bonnie's exposed neck.
Bonnie's bright, white smile caught Damon off guard, in a good way. But Jeremy is still getting too close for comfort.
One minute he's whispering in her ear the next he's coming face to face with her. Jeremy reaches in and draws closer to Bonnie's face.
"Well, it's getting late we need to head back." Damon said interrupting them, snapping both teenagers out of their trance on one another.
"Late, it is eight?"
"Bonnie goes to bed in an hour. Her day starts early. She actually works, unlike some people I know."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Jeremy asks.
"Nothing, just that she needs to get home now. If you all want to stay, feel free. But I am drawing carriage and taking Bonnie back."
"I want to stay Damon, Please?" Elena begs.
"Well, you and Stefan seem to be hitting it off." He rolls his eyes at his younger brother. "Stefan, will keep a good watchful eye on you. I'm sure" Elena wanted to be mad at Damon's willingness to just leave her with Stefan, but at the same time she was excited to have alone time with the younger Salvatore.
"I guess I'll go too then," Jeremy says.
"You don't have too young Gilbert; she is in good hands; I promise you that." He smirks quite wickedly.
"No I came with her I shall leave with her. She is my date after all."
These two men do not like one another, clearly the stare down is making everyone uncomfortable.
"Need I remind you, Bonnie is a decent young woman. She does not Trollip about with boys into the evening hours, nor does she keep late company."
Elena could be offended but she was too busy attending to her boyfriend's brother, being a naughty little flirt. Stefan was accepting of all of her attention., he was a young, hormonal man, although much could have been said about Damon and Elena's relationship, being as though Damon's attention remained fixed on Bonnie all day.
Bonnie addresses Jeremy.
"Jeremy, you were having such fun, go ahead and stay, I won't think it rude. I had the loveliest time tonight. Besides, I know you wanted to do another pie eating contest." She grabs his hands and pulls him down for a kiss on the fore head, softly with her lips to his skin. Damon clears his throat.
"Okay, Bonnie. Sure. I can't wait to take you out again. He was going for the kill, he was reaching in to kiss her lips, and she felt Damon pinch the back of her arm.
Bonnie abruptly pulls out from his grasp. "I am not ready for that type of intimacy," she says.
"Oh, okay. Well," Kissing her hand instead, "Til next time."
She turns to leave with Damon.
Damon walks next to Bonnie with his hand around her waist. She feels awkward, but she knows it is a method for leading her. He drew a carriage and they proceed to go. Steadily holding his arm around her waist.
Bonnie sits in her own space, hands in her lap legs together, hair laid perfectly.
"Salvatore Manor, near Town square" Damon yells out.
Bonnie looks around nervously, ready to ask a question she does not want to be punished for.
"Jeune, Salvatore, why did I have to leave so early? I would have enjoyed a couple more hours and still woken up in a timely matter?"
"Questioning me again?"
"No. I was just merely stating that I would have been okay."
"Bonnie, why are you incessant on being a rule bender? A woman of a certain defiant personality when it comes to me?"
"Why are you angry all of a sudden, did we not have a good day today?"
"You do realize you are a slave, right?" He angered her with his wording.
"Yes. You remind me every time you can with your rule of thumb and your ability to make me feel lower than you."
Damon's face stiffens. She speaks back with such affluent disregard for her status that he is reminded how he needs to put her in her place. "And you wonder, why I had to remind you, of who you are when I hit you."
His means for painful reminders surprises her.
She decides to get sassy because she is too strong willed for her own good at times.
"I don't wonder a thing about you. I know you want me to be reminded every day of who I am in society, but the truth is I am reminded of who I am by the likes of Lily, Emily, Jeremy, and Marcel. Your small-minded opinion only makes me remember that, one day, I will be out of your grasp, and this, feeling of despair will eventually disappear." She spouts out angrily, attempting to hurt him. But Damon, easily, looks at her words as a challenge.
Damon snaps and grabs Bonnie around her neck. He hovers her as his hands tread over her esophagus lightly enough to allow her to breath, but hard enough to let her know he can strangle her at any minute. "How's that for out of my grasp?" He says through his grit teeth.
She minimizes her intake for air since he is causing her air passage to tighten slowly. As his blue eyes pierce her green eyes, his pale face reddens with anger and she and her intimidating brown skin looks at him directly then offers her hand to reach up for his face. As a strategic move, Bonnie gently caresses his cheek. When Bonnie does this, Damon becomes discombobulated and lets her go.
"Why did you do that?" He asks angrily of her gentle nature towards his monstrous behavior.
"I wanted you to realize that if you were to hurt me in that moment, your overt anger to my gentle nature would have shown you what kind of a man you really are, Jeune Salvatore."
His realization of his brutality towards Bonnie was immanently present. The guilt was relentlessly choking his own windpipe.
He is losing her trust again. He keeps pushing her further and further away.
Bonnie holds her neck lightly with her hand. Caressing the skin that he touched, as if to wipe away his feel from her.
"I didn't even strangle you."
"That is not the point. You could have, and you thought to use it as an intimidation tactic on me."
"Because, you have a bad attitude Bonnie. Your attitude angers me!"
"You know what angers me? You. Your face, your smug behavior, your pretentious college attitude. Your inability to be compassionate."
Damon looked as if he wanted to hit her.
"Hit me!" She dared him loudly. "I will be hit for being true and honest. Then I will not regret the actions I took to stand up for myself." She yelled.
He looks at her intensely as if she just signed a declaration of death. He approaches her closely and wraps one hand around her throat, gently, taunting her by caressing her windpipe ever so gently with his thumb. Up and down and back and forth. She swallows and Damon catches her gulp with his thumb, stopping the air from entering her body.
"Are you that brave? So as to speak to me in a way that you show me respect between a master and his slave is a trivial pursuit amongst the ignorant. The bravery of your person, to stand up to the man who professed his eternal love for you and vow of protection so long as your body inhabits this earth, is quite disrespectful. Wouldn't you say?" His maniacal face glimmered with slight humor, but anger rested comfortably within his eyes.
As Bonnie begins to speak he stops her looking into her eyes, then down to her mouth, and back in her eyes, "I'd watch the words you choose Miss Bennett, because they very well may be," he caresses her wind pipe, "your last." He smiles slightly, then stares at her lips awaiting her next choice of words.
She stutters hard. Her stutter vibrates his hands. He enjoys the little bit of fear he ignites.
"Whatever happened to you, Jeune Salvatore? Before I admired you, now I do not." She shutters to speak.
Damon let's Bonnie's throat go. He sits back to where he was in the carriage and lets her be. He hates how she challenges him and makes him feel as though his humanitarian skills could use adjusting.
"What do you want from me Bonnie?" He asks in a calm angered tone.
"Nothing." Her indifference hurts his ego.
"Why are you so hard on me? I am a mere man. One man. Do you have any idea, that as a slave you basically live as a free woman? Education, clothes, freedom most of the time. Your life isn't as bad as the next slave. Yet, you bite the hand that feeds you with your attitude."
"Oh, so I should thank you, for buying me as your property. Making me work since the age of nine, and whooping me?"
"You should be thankful it wasn't much worse for you. We acquired you, Birdie, so that some other abusive or crazy family wouldn't have the opportunity to mistreat you. I know it's not perfect, but damnit Birdie. Your life is better than any slave, I have ever met. This is life. The world we live in. I didn't make it this way."
"But you very well can change how you live in this world, Jeune Salvatore. You have the choice. I do not."
Damon's eyes on Bonnie in a heavy manner. He won't let up. Once the carriage starts moving deeper through the woodland trail, he gives a calculating glance to her being. This young woman ignited a heat within him no one else ever has. He slowly moves towards her then lounges at the breath taking young woman grabbing her into a heated kiss. His lips connect to her and some force field tethers him to her. Her lips bring him to life, skin to skin, he wants so much more. His hands on her face, his cold to her hot.
She slaps him. The audacity of his person to assume such comfortability. "I'm sorry Jeune Salvatore, but how dare you?" She catches her breath backing away from him. She hit him, and she didn't mean to.
"I dare." He grabs again holding her tighter. The kiss is soft and tender this time. He presses a loving hold against her, and he is powerful but pleasant. The connection they share can't be contrived. It's a magnetism. It can only be defined as a forbidden attraction that the two of them strongly fought against everyday of their lives. Their lips softly touch, and he is trying to teach her the ways of his world. He is going to teach her how to kiss.
"I wanted to be your first kiss." He admits.
"You're a mad man." She says realizing he wouldn't let Jeremy kiss her, he was selfish and stole her first kiss for himself.
"Oui!" He smiles. He never speaks French so he threw her off. He crept into her space. Closing in on her. She had no place to go. He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her into his embrace again. He let his lips linger on hers for a few seconds. "I've wanted to do that all day."
Damon holds Bonnie's face to his and just looks at her. She thinks he is a lunatic. One minute angry, the next elated. "Don't play games with my mind." She pleads.
"I couldn't if I tried."
He just holds her and kisses her.
She pushes him off. "No, this isn't right."
"Why?"
"I am with Jeremy."
"We went over this yesterday Bonnie. He can't have you."
"I don't want to kiss you. Or you to kiss me."
"Why not?"
"You are merely on a conquest for control, and I am not a girl who wants to be heart-broken by her first love."
"First love?"
"Yes, Of course. As a child, I grew feelings for you. Being the first close boy in my life. This was before you went to college and changed.
She sits opposite of him. A few minutes until they should be at the boarding house. She fixes her hair and pulls herself together. Her heart racing as she sits across from him, under the fixation of his intense stare.
Damon invades Bonnies space once again. He presses his lips into hers.
"No!"
"Why?"
"Because, I hate you. You are cold hearted and angry. I could never love a man like you." She looked at him as if she had loved him at one point, until he lost her.
Damon looks at her this time he pry's her mouth open for the reception of his tongue, not caring about her words.
Damon looks up at Bonnie again. "Today, I felt insanely jealous of Jeremy."
"Why?"
"Because of the way you looked at him."
"Why do you care?" Bonnies asks of him.
"Because I know you don't hate me. Some part of you, still loves me, yet you looked at him adoringly."
She says nothing for a few minutes.
"No, I don't love you. Did you not hear what I said?"
Damon smiles as he looks into her eyes and caresses her cheek. He closes in on her mouth. 'I'm going to teach you how to kiss Bonnie," he says approaching her frightened body. "When I put my mouth on yours, just relax, and let me lead you. Do what I do."
Their mouths collide softly. She relaxes, allowing him to lead her. It was a beautiful tender moment they shared. Both of his hands rest behind her neck below her ears. He continues to kiss her and softly pulls his lips away from hers, then connects them again, and he plays the pull away game, several times, showing her a tender side of him. Damon presses his two lips against hers, and slowly pulls her lips open, allowing his tongue to feel his way around her mouth. The motions he makes are slow and steady, yet filling, and he finally gets her tongue to tango with his. She was a little stiff at first, but he pulls away to comfort her, "Relax. Let me in." He continues. Their lips and tongues are now dancing and in these moments, she passes small moans from her throat. His kiss is doing something to her insides. The small moans that escape her mouth, make him want to do more. Much, much, more.
She excites him.
In Bonnie's mind, she is confused by his actions. This man is an enigma of emotions.
"We've arrived Sir Salvatore." The carriage driver says.
He gives her one more sweep of his tautly driven tongue. Tasting her again.
"Sir." The driver calls out.
He pulls up from her, her lips swollen and pink.
He opens her carriage door and helps her out. He leads her to the Boarding House Manor with his arm around her waist, they enter. She goes her way, and he goes his.
"Bonnie?" he calls out.
"Oui, Jeune Salvatore."
"Leave your room unlocked."
Bonnie gives Damon a look of uncertainty. Her fears, and curiosity are one and the same right now. He smirks at the girl who just gave him something to finally smile about. She turns to walk to her room, and he watched her until she disappeared.
Bonnie bathed, as she usually did, at night. She put on her white slip and went to her bedroom. She walked to her bed like a woman impending doom. Slowly she tip toes her feet along the creaking wood, and tried hard to avoid both noise and the cold feel of the wood. She held her weight as well as she could before placing it onto the small mattress in her room. As she blew her lamp out, she turned her back to the door of her bedroom and lay facing the window beside her bed. The moon lit her face, and she awaited her master in fear. She had no idea if he meant what he said, but she grew weary and tired of waiting her eyes, fluttered closed leaving her mind set in a world of dreams, the visions she wished her days were made of.
When Bonnie had awakened she was no longer in her room, she was in his room. She was laid on his bed, and he was watching her sleep. She was stirred from the disturbance of her nether region, being teased by hungry fingers. Her first thought was to jump out of her sleep and scream, but he quickly covered her mouth with his free hand. Her fear was growing, his fingers gently coaxed the moisture from within her. It was very uncomfortable. And although it felt sinfully pleasing, she was inexperienced.
Damon whispers to her.
"Birdie, I am going to remove my hand from your mouth, and you must not make a noise."
She nods her head in agreement and he uses his fingers to tease their way into her entrance. Slowly he forces them through, watching the pain scale increase with a look on her face.
"Jeune Salvatore…" her mouth shook as she spoke.
"Shhh. Its ok."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to touch you Birdie. I am going to put my fingers inside of you, and make you feel good. Okay?"
She says nothing, out of nervousness, and she nods her head.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes."
"Relax into me, part your legs a bit more." He says as she turns from her side to lie on her back and he lies next to her, kissing her cheek softly.
"Why are you doing this, Sir."
"Because I am going to slowly show you what it means to please me. You asked, right? What your job is, and I am going to show you. It will start with me pleasing you. Every man's job, is to please the woman. Little by little I will show you."
"But… I-"
"Shh shh." He motions as she rubs her slowly between her legs. "Does this feel good to you?" He watches her in utter pleasure with her eyes closed biting her lips.
"Oui."
Damon licks his lips and allows his fingers to rub her with a little bit more pressure.
"Hmmm." Escapes her mouth as she bites down harder on her lip.
"You are so wet. You know why? Because your body likes what I am doing. This is part of making love. Making the other person feel good. I am going to make you feel good."
Her embarrassment causes her to put her hands over her face.
"Don't do that, Bonnie. Look at me." He moves closer to her and he comes to where he is slightly over her, but still on her side. Watching her. "Open your eyes I said."
When she looks at him, he just remains fixed on her eyes. The pressure of his gaze frightens her back into closing her lids. This is all new to her. This feeling, these sexual desires. Her hands cover her face once again. She knows she would have to learn one day how to please her master, and that she must have supposed it would come much later. Sarah was twenty, and she pleased a 19 year-old Stefan. Bonnie just assumed she had until she was older to do these salacious activities. Her emotions get the best of her.
"Sir." She called him Sir at moments she felt most submissive. Which was not often. "Sir?"
He stops his motions.
"Yes, Bonnie."
"I don't want to be your whore."
"What?"
"I said, I don't want to be your whore."
"You are not my whore. You know that. This is what we are supposed to do. Don't think too much into it."
"But I don't just want to be your whore."
"I don't look at you that way." He looks at her with such intensity. "You will never be a whore to me. But you are mine, and only mine. It will be this way until the day I die."
"Please don't treat me as a whore. It would break my heart." She says as tears stream down her cheeks. Damon wipes her tears.
"Never. You are my best friend." He looks at her and kisses her. Damon then places his fingers back to her wet, hot, center.
She bites her lips and looks at him. He is beautiful, she thinks. And he thinks she is breath taking. She hums through her lips in a form of moaning.
"Do you like this?"
"Yes." He increases the circular motion on her clit.
Bonnie's breath deepens and her eyes close. He watches her facial expressions and becomes a man possessed, knowing only he has ever made her feel these feelings. He tries inching his fingers slowly at first, but her tight grip around his fingers excites him.
Damon pushes his fingers inside of her, and quickly covers her mouth muffling her screams. A mixture of emotions floods Bonnies brain. He makes her feel disgustingly good. She wants to hate him but she cannot. His fingers are turning her into a whore, and she likes it. She likes feeling this way, but she refuses to allow him to believe that. Her moans fail her will, to be strong. He removes his hand and tells her to remain quiet. "Aye. Ahh. Hmmmmmm." Bonnie bites down on her lip. Her faces are destroying the strength within him, he is proving what a man he is, unable to tame himself watching her excitement.
His motions rocking against her allows her to feel his erection on her thigh. He can no longer tame his excitement. He palms himself with his other hand, while touching her with his first hand, and with a tight grip of his palm he rubs up and downward on himself. If he could kiss her he would, however it takes every ounce of concentration to make this woman come to her peek. He takes every visual clue and every hum of her voice, to know what she likes and he strokes himself at the sound of her voice.
Bonnie becomes one large nerve ending when she sees what he is doing to her and his eyes beam at her with their beautiful in the dark glow. Biting her lip, making him crazy, he is coming to his peek as she begins reaching hers.
Her feelings all tighten into a ball and squeeze her stomach for breathing space. Her eyes widen, she can't control her body nor does she want to, even though she fears this new sensation sweeping her. Her mouth pops open and her eyes close again, and she in complete and utter shock, she shivers as she cums in the palm of his hand. Allowing him to release himself on to the top of her pussy. He rubs the tip of his cock around his juices spreading them over her.
"I'm sorry. I have no idea how that happened." She says in a shaken voice.
He removes his fingers from her as he has pulled all of her wetness from her, tasting her on his fingers. She continues to drip for him. He gets up and walks away from her. Leaving her a breathing and disastrous mess on his bed. He wants to fuck her, he wants to fuck her more than anything and his fight for her innocence battles his fight for her obedience to him. He cannot decide how to see her in this moment.
Turning to look at Bonnie in shock on his bed breathing heavily and partially exposed. He feels mixed emotions for her right now, but one thing is certain he needs her again. She grabs herself and begins to fix her slip which he has mangled up somehow. She cannot find her undergarments. He has removed them somehow, and she looks for them. All he wants to do is destroy her body in savage way, but not tonight. Tonight was her first lesson in cuming. He could tell it was her first time. Her sweet juices told him so. She came so beautifully on his hand.
And he had smile to himself, when she apologized for cuming on his hand. Her innocence, was what kept him gentle with her. He wanted nothing more than to teach her lesson after lesson of why he picked her and why he would never let her leave.
"Bonnie. I am a patient man. Very patient. I will show you little by little, what we are to become to one another. You understand?"
"Oui, Monsieur." He grabbed her face and kissed her softly.
He helped her get cleaned up and once Damon put her to sleep and carried her to her room, he realized this couldn't last forever, separate rooms. He wanted Bonnie to share his room with him. He had to figure how to make that happen without involving his meddlesome mother.
Damon was leaving the market the next day with Bonnie. Bonnie was very much in shock of what she had experienced with Damon. She didn't speak of it, but he could tell she spent the afternoon day dreaming about his fingers inside of her. He would not talk about it either. He wanted to build up anticipation until the next time he had his way with her. He was taking full advantage now that he had a taste of her.
Before he put her in anymore future orgasmic bliss, he had to come clean to her about some truth involving his collegiate past. He needed her to know parts of why he changed, and something that would probably hurt her as well.
"Birdie."
He called her out of the trance she was in staring at him.
"Yes. Sir." She called him Sir today. Some how she felt slightly submissive for once.
"I need to talk to you about something important."
"What is it Sir?"
"It's about my time spent away in school. What I had experienced and what I have… learned."
"Your studies? Business and Trade?"
"Yes. My studies and my experiences. With other people, students and slaves alike."
"Oh, you had slaves in school?"
"I had a slave. Her name was Celeste." He really needed to get an idea of where her head was with him, so he would take these next sets of words in stride, and carefully watch how she dealt with his words. "She reminded me a lot of you. She was beautiful, and garnered the attention of men from every background, and status. She was very captivating and it was hard not to look at her. She barely spoke English. Her native tongue was something of a French Creole she was from the Eastern Islands of the Caribbean I believe. She spoke mostly broken English and we became very, close."
He looked onto her to figure out what she was feeling.
Her eyes still wide, he could tell she had no idea what he was telling her.
"Celeste and I became close and she and I were intimate, is what I am trying to say."
"Oh. I see."
Bonnie's eyes were less wide, her face was less curious, she actually, looked hurt by the revelation.
"I thought you needed to know this. Being as you are mine, I wanted you to know that I do have expectations from you. I was not trying to pressure you, because I was unaware you had any ideas about those types of relationships between a slave and her master."
They finally arrive to the Salvador Boarding house. The Carriage driver calls out to them, " Sir, we have arrived."
"Thank you Langston."
"Birdie, did you hear me? I had no idea you knew of such relations." He says getting out and extending his hand to her.
"I didn't know. Until recently." She pushes past him, "And I rather wish I didn't." Tears are on the verge of falling down her face.
"Birdie, come back here." She walks on, hurt by his admittance.
"Leave me be please."
"I will not, stop this minute. I order you!" He yells out.
She walks on as her tears fall. How could he betray her? For some reason she didn't feel betrayed by Elena because she knew Damon didn't love her, but another slave, that he cared for. A foreign one at that. He won't even engage her in her in speaking French, yet he will engage a woman who barely speaks English. She felt hurt by his intimacy with his slave.
Damon finally catches up to Bonnie, "Stop it. Why are you running from me? Is this about Celeste?"
"Celeste? Celeste! Don't speak her name to me!"
"You can't possibly have ill feelings towards a woman you have never met."
When she turns to him, she has an anger on her face he has never seen.
"No, I have ill feelings toward you as my master, and your betrayal with another salve. No wonder you came back unaware of my presence. Looking away from me, being harsh towards me, no smiling, no laughter, no loving hugs or embraces like before. You bestowed her with such luxuries and now I am a reminder of who you have left behind. Stay away from me, never touch me again. You vile, despicable, man."
This wasn't the truth. Damon loved Bonnie, he loved her so much he couldn't be around her. He has never loved a woman or looked at a woman the way he looks at her. Not Elena, or Celeste. He wouldn't dare tell her. He feared her rejection and her fear would overcome. He has remained patient wither. He is beginning to get impatient. Her attitudes, her spurts of courage, her sass, was all making him want to take her against her will and teacher a valuable lesson. He could not do that. She wasn't just any woman, she was his little Birdie, and regardless of her feelings, he loved and respected her more than that.
"You have absolutely no idea. You, Bonnie are naïve to the ways of the world. Part of that is Lily's fault part of it is my fault. You have no right to act in such a way towards me. I'm your master. I am your master. I will treat you accordingly if you don't fall in line." He yells. He has no idea he needed to be gentle with her in this moment. Her will to be defiant was stronger than his will to be controlling sometimes.
"How could you love another?" She looks at him with a broken heart, wanting answers.
"I did not love her the way I love you."
"Like kin. You love me as your Kin. You loved her the way a man loves a woman he is intimate with."
"No I cared for her as I care for Elena. I love you more than my own life."
Bonnie was taken aback by his sentiment. He spoke with a straight face. He didn't stutter or hesitate. "You are more than family. No one will ever take you from me, or me from you. No man, or woman."
He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. The two didn't realize they had fought like an old married couple some days. She pushed his arms away from her. "Don't touch me in a way that leads me to believe you are only this way with me, knowing you were that way with another."
"Bite your tongue."
"You touched me again. You did it again. Those devilish fingers!" She uses her two fingers and pokes him hard in the chest, twice. "You have no idea what you want in life Jeune Salvatore. I am a woman fitting to be a wife. Not a whore!"
"You are not a whore. I don't treat you as such. You are mine, though. I have every right to have you whenever and however I want."
"These are words of a loveless man. Yet I am a woman in need of love."
"I am not loveless. You are loved Birdie." He says full of anger. But Bonnie breaks him with her indifference, when she speaks again.
"I told you last night, not to treat me like a whore. I am not the other woman, or the woman you are stuck with. I am the type of woman, who will be the only woman. There is Elena, and Celeste, and God knows who else. Slave or not. I do not share. I won't. That is not love."
"Got Damnit. Stop walking away from me. We are not finished talking about this."
"This too shall pass, they say." Wiping the one tear from her emotionless face. She approached him, looks at him as if he was disgusting. "The love I have for you shall pass. Master! Don't ever touch me again." She walks away from him in disgust.
Damon wanted to have sympathy for his little bird. He wanted to run after her, grab her, and hold her. Tell her he had no desires for any other woman but her. Until he saw her run into the open arms of his brother for a hug. Crying to Stefan. Stefan the savior. He needed to get through to her, and she made it impossible. Some days she made him want to hold her and tell her he loved her. Other days, when she became defiant, he wanted to teach her a rough, valuable lesson. He should have run after, her, instead, he took her words and her attitude as a challenge. Whatever measures he had to take to get it through her head, she was going to get it, one way or the other.
Ps, had no idea that chapter would be so long. Lil angst, lil fluff, lotta BAMON. But ALOT actually happened in this chapter. if you caught it. I really hope you liked it, curious to know who you think is harder to read, Damon or Bonnie. Feel free to leave your thoughts...