Chapter fifteen

Dominance

Kassandra settled back onto the couch, only this time there was a bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand. She decided that she needed something stronger than wine after pouring some of her heart out to Elijah. The only thing that could make it worse would be if she had to talk about her little brother, Peter, next.

"I don't want your pity, Elijah," she said after a few minutes of silence, blowing her bangs out of her face as she took a long sip from her bottle. The whiskey burned her throat in a familiar way as she swallowed the liquor.

"That's why I would never offer you my pity, Kassandra," he retorted, standing up picking up the many wine glasses and bottles that littered the coffee table.

"Good," she said. "Because I don't want it. And I'm leaving if you look at me like I'm some poor pathetic creature again."

"That implies that I've done it before," Elijah replied from the kitchen.

"Don't think I didn't see the look of pity you threw my way when I told you Jackson was engaged, Mikaelson," she called, resting her feet on the arm of the couch.

"I'm sure you must have misinterpreted a look of interest as pity, Kassandra," he said.

"Mmhmm hmm," she said skeptically, bringing the bottle back to her lips.

Before she could start to drink her problems away, the bottle was out of her hands.

Kassandra frowned and sat up straight, looking around to see Elijah putting the cap back on the bottle of Jack Daniels. "Hey," she said, sounding somewhat defiant as she looked at him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Cutting you off," Elijah replied in a pleasant, normal tone.

"And what makes you think you get to cut me off?" Kassandra asked as she placed her feet back on the ground and raising an eyebrow at the old vampire.

"Well, I can draw some support based on the facts that when you get emotionally unstable, you drink. And that is when you make the worst decisions. So I am just doing the right thing and cutting you off at the source before you can make those decisions."

How boring it must be, being so righteously moral, Kassandra thought but didn't say. Instead she said in a dignified tone, "You don't know me."

"On the contrary, Kassandra, I'm afraid that I do, in fact, know you," Elijah replied, moving to put the bottle of whiskey away.

In a blur, Kassandra made to take the bottle back from the original. But before her fingers could even wrap around the neck of the bottle, Elijah had her against the wall, his hands firmly pinning her shoulders against the rather bland wall of his apartment.

Behind them, the sound of glass shattering against the floor was audible as the bottle smashed against the floor. Kassandra let out a sigh, knowing that she was never going to get drunk now. Not with Elijah suddenly playing the part of her sponsor and keeping her alcohol away from her.

She pouted at him. "Are you really that against me drinking tonight?" she asked.

Elijah shrugged. "I'm doing you a favor, Kassandra."

"I doubt it," she replied. If he really wanted to help her, he'd go out and buy her some more bourbon.

But then Kassandra's mind went to something else that could distract her from that suckish feeling in her heart, which had been there ever since she relived her past with Jackson. Sex would distract her perfectly. More specifically, sex with Elijah.

Kassandra leaned forward and caught his lips with her own. When Kassandra placed a hand on his shoulder to deepen the kiss, which was when Elijah pulled away from her.

She sighed, clearly frustrated, as she ran her hands through her hair. Elijah said that he did know her. But if he knew her so well, why was he taking her vices away? Why didn't he understand that that was how she grieved, how she dealt with whatever shit life threw her way. He clearly didn't know her very well, if he kept her away from alcohol and sex.

"Look, I get it," Kassandra said after a few beats of silence. "You're a moral guy, and I can respect that. You don't want to feel like you're taking advantage of me, and I can respect that too. But… what if I need you to take advantage of me, just so I can get out of this stupid slump Jackson has me falling into again? Then can you just take one for the team and sleep with me so I can go back to being normal Kassandra?"

Silence followed her little speech, and Kassandra sighed again, thinking that Elijah wasn't going to budge. But as she turned to pull away from him, Elijah grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to him, his lips meeting hers in the process.

Kassandra was pressed up against the wall again, but this time Elijah lifted her up so that they were at the same level. Kassandra's legs wrapped around his waist as she quickly undid his tie and threw it across the room. Then she returned her attention to get his shirt off, all the while their lips never breaking.

All the buttons on Elijah's shirt went flying as Kassandra ripped it open. She smirked against his lips, just as she took control and blurred them onto the couch, ending on top of him.

Kassandra broke away from him for the first time, to take her shirt off, leaving her with just her bra and jeans on. Elijah pulled her back down to him, his hands running through her blonde hair as their lips met heatedly again.

When Kassandra's phone rang obnoxiously, both of them groaned. Elijah settled for kissing her neck, which was just as distracting as him kissing her lips, as she pulled her cellphone out of her pocket, to see that it was Ruby calling her.

"Ugh I'm going to kill Ruby," she muttered to herself as she turned off her phone, before leaning down to kiss Elijah again, her hands running through his hair as she did.

Using the ringing cellphone as a distraction, Elijah took the control back. Before Kassandra could even blink, they were in his bed. She had to admit, it was a lot comfier than the couch. There was more space too.

To Kassandra's annoyance, Elijah had decided to be completely dominant. He gripped both of her wrists in one hand, so that she couldn't do anything. Her growl turned into a moan as he used his free hand to slip under her bra. His thumb ran over her nipple, while his other fingers gently touched the rest of her breast. He was doing it on purpose, she knew. He was toying with her, and enjoying every minute of it.

Kassandra so desperately wanted to take control, to do something. She hated just sitting there, letting Elijah play with her. She struggled against his hold, but he was much stronger than her, and resistance was futile.

To appease the growling Kassandra, Elijah unhooked her bra completely, leaving her completely naked on top. He broke the kiss to kiss down her neck, to her shoulder, stopping above her chest. His breath blew against her nipples, and Kassandra squirmed slightly.

"I hate you," she growled. Elijah just smirked slightly as he undid his belt.

"Now, I do think that is a bit harsh, Kassandra," he said, before unbuckling her jeans.

Elijah had her jeans half off when Kassandra tackled him, her bare chest pressed against his as she attempted to take control again. Elijah easily flipped them over again, and she pouted as he pulled her jeans completely off.

"So aggressive," he murmured, and Kassandra smirked as Elijah slipped his hands under her lacy panties.

Her underwear slipped off and Kassandra was completely naked in a matter of seconds. She smirked enticingly up at him, before wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling his lips down to hers. While Kassandra kissed him, Elijah slipped two fingers inside of her.

Kassandra gasped out at the contact, but that was when she decided she had had enough with Elijah's teasing. She wanted sex, so she would get sex.

In a blur, Kassandra was on top and Elijah's pants were off. He couldn't help but be extremely turned on by Kassandra being dominant. She placed her hands on his chest as she slowly slid down on him.

But then Elijah gripped Kassandra by the hips, flipped them over and pushed entirely into her. A moan fell from her lips as her eyes closed in pleasure.

With each thrust from Elijah, he slid deeper into her. And each thrust became faster the more they both craved release. Elijah gripped Kassandra's hips so hard there would be bruises later. But Kassandra was too distracted by the pleasure to even notice, let alone care.

When Elijah suddenly hit her sweet spot, Kassandra's eyes flew open, and she dug her nails into his shoulders. Taking note of her reaction, Elijah hit her g spot again and again, causing Kassandra to let out something between a moan and a growl.

Sensing Kassandra was about to come, Elijah reached down and found her clit. He rubbed it in circles, his speed becoming faster with each thrust. Kassandra's nails dug so far into Elijah's shoulders, she drew blood.

"Oh, shit," Kassandra cursed, meeting Elijah with each thrust. Finally, it was too much to take. "Elijah!"

Kassandra contracted tightly around Elijah as her orgasm crashed through her body. With one final hard thrust, Elijah came after her.

The two were breathless as they each recovered from their own climaxes. Kassandra had been right, though. Sex with Elijah was exactly what she had needed.

~SYH~

Kassandra woke up with her head resting on Elijah's shoulder. He was still asleep as she slowly blinked the sleep away. She sat up and stretched, pushing her messy hair out of her face as she did.

She slipped out of bed, naked, and headed towards the kitchen, coffee the only thing on her mind. She found Elijah's ruined shirt along the way and slipped it on, though it did little to cover her exposed skin.

While the coffee brewed, Kassandra looked around for her clothes. She noticed that she and Elijah had a tendency to make a mess even before they had actual sex. The coffee table was practically flipped over and the couch cushions were hanging off of the couch.

A shrill ringing brought Kassandra's attention to the ringing cellphone sitting on the counter. Knowing it was Elijah's; Kassandra answered it without any real thought.

"Elijah's phone," she said with a smirk, pulling Elijah's shirt tighter around her frame.

"Who is this? Where's Elijah?"

Kassandra stiffened slightly at the familiar feminine voice. Rebekah.

She shook it off, though. "He's still sleeping," she said in an obnoxiously perky tone. "Can I ask who's calling?"

"Ugh, please don't tell me you're Elijah's little slut in New York City," Rebekah said, disgust in her voice.

Kassandra frowned, but then shrugged. She had been called worse. "I'm pretty sure that'd be me, unless he's sleeping with someone else," she replied.

"Kassandra? Who are you talking to?"

Elijah appeared at her side, zipping his pants back on as Kassandra turned to face him. "It's your sister," she told him. "Rebekah. And apparently she knows of your 'little slut in New York City.' Have you been telling your family about me? I'm touched, Elijah," she said sarcastically.

He frowned. "No, I haven't," he said, taking the phone from her. "Rebekah? What do you need?"

"I do not need you to tell me what you two were just doing."

As Elijah talked with his only sister, Kassandra went to find the rest of her clothes. She managed to find all of them and got dressed. She was putting her messy hair up as she returned to the kitchen. Elijah was still talking- more like bickering- with Rebekah, so she went to find her own cellphone.

"She's not a whore, Rebekah."

Kassandra smirked to herself as she turned her phone back on. It was so Elijah, to defend her honor.

When her phone finally started up, Kassandra's eyes widened when she saw that she had four missed calls from Ruby. What had happened, while she was busy having sex with Elijah.

Kassandra quickly checked her voicemail, and listened to one message from Ruby.

"I know you're busy doing Elijah, Kass, but seriously. I need you to come over. Now. Someone is outside my apartment and I'm pretty sure they're not human. It's not like I can't take them on my own, but I'd feel better knowing I had back up-" Ruby was cut off by the sound of a front door being kicked in. "Oh, shit. Werewolves."

Then the line went dead.

Kassandra was dialing Ruby's number before she even realized it. Ten times, she called. Each one went straight to voicemail. Kassandra kept calling, though. She didn't want to accept the truth.

That Jackson's pack had taken Ruby. As revenge.

~SYH~

A/N: It's been a long time since I've given you guys smut. Hopefully it was acceptable.

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