Black Velvet
Chapter 5 - I Hate Sex
Chapter Rating M - Mature language, themes, sexual- situations
"Dr. Archibald. My husband is a sex addict."
"Okay, this changes things." The Doctor said looking at his paperwork. Kol looked confused and hurt by Bonnie's admittance.
"What, why does that change anything?" Kol yelled.
"We're you clinically diagnosed? Because not all doctors believe that is a on actual disease, or disorder I should say."
"He wasn't diagnosed, per say. But he was told, that his relationship with sex was unhealthy in our marriage. My husband basically demanded too much of me sexually. When we were in college we didn't live together, so we had sex when we saw each other. Naturally, two young adults. Okay, then we got married and it was just great to have sex on a regular basis. So it was exciting, and it was good. Ya know? We catered to each other and he turned me on. Then I'd say around year... one, shortly after our anniversary, his demands became increasingly high."
"High? What would you say was the average amount of times you had sex a week?"
"About 60-70 times a week, give or take." The doctor kept his reaction to himself but that was a high number, he thought.
"So you averaged about 8-10 times a day?"
"Yes. My body couldn't handle it. I couldn't even orgasm after that. For about four years, I was numb to sex and orgasms. He blamed it on trying to have kids, but we would just have sex until he was satisfied and I couldn't handle it. So we went to a specialist, when we really decided to try for kids. That's when we went off of my ovulation calendars, and checking my temperature and all of those things. But my body literally got no rest, when it came to him. He woke me up at least three times a night to have sex. Sometimes it didn't matter if I was even awake."
"Well, that can be a lot mentally and physically for a woman, especially a woman trying to conceive. How did you guys get past the sex problems?"
"I told him we could only have sex twice a week. Or I was leaving. He reluctantly, and hesitantly agreed. But not without a fight. It took months for me to get us down from 8-10 times a day to two times a week."
"Kol, the idea of sex being consensual-"
"I never raped my wife!" He yelled.
"I didn't say that, I was saying the idea of sex being consensual, is that both parties are in agreement that this is what they both want. It should be pleasurable, otherwise physiological and psychological damage can develop and be almost unrepairable."
"How can we fix this Doc?"
"The human brain works to protect us. When we don't realize it. Bonnie's brain has trained itself to believe sex is a chore. Sex has become a painful reminder that she hasn't had children, and that she no longer receives pleasure from it. This is one of the hardest parts of a marriage to repair once the damage has been done." Kol looked at his teary eyed wife. He felt awful but he knew he couldn't change the past. Bonnie's hands were shaken and her nerves were shot.
"Are you okay, Bonnie? Would you like a moment."
"No, I'm fine Doctor." She tried convincing herself. She was so tired of convincing herself that she was fine.
"I can recommend sex therapy, and individual therapy for you both. The root of this problem is deeper than you can imagine. It goes beyond sex. I definitely don't recommend that the two of you engage sexually, in anyway. You don't have to take my advice, but for Bonnie's sake, the two of you need a break from any sexual activity with one another."
Bonnie and Kol looked at one another and his anger made him storm out of the office.
...
"So are we just going to ignore the fact that you were late?" He yelled at her.
"I had a new job opportunity Kol. Unlike you, I venture to my potential."
"The same song and dance. You belittle my efforts, you try and emasculate my efforts."
"Kol, this is rediculous. I am helping someone design a renovation. That is not a lie. I worked on one of their bedrooms today."
"I can see that, while you worked the bedroom they must've worked your shirt, huh?" He walked up to her flicking her shirt where the buttons had snags. She smacked his hand away.
"I'm not even sure how that happened. I must have snagged it on something. What are you insinuating?"
"Well I don't know, last Friday, when I woke up to leave, you sure as hell weren't in your bedroom asleep. Where were you at 4am, huh, Bonnie?"
"I was with Kat, Kol. Okay. What do you care? You always left the house whenever you wanted, whatever time of night. I guess this is what the doctor meant, now you get an idea of what I went through. Right? You get one percent of the bullshit you gave me. I wasn't cheating, if that's what you are insinuating. I'm not you."
"I'll never live it down. April will forever be embedded in your brain."
"Thanks to you Kol. So please... Stop this."
"Where the fuck is your phone? Huh?"
Shit.
"None of your business. I'm not dealing with you tonight!" She stormed out on the angry Englishman, and he was left with fury. He left the house and didn't come back that night.
.. Monday ..
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this work place, visit, Elijah!"
"Kol, we are going to have a champagne party tomorrow night, on the yacht for the twins birthday. Nikklaus and Rebekah's spouses included, they wish to have all of us there, as well as Damon. So, let your lovely wife know, we request her presence."
"So is this formal?"
"Certainly."
"Are you aware that this is last minute? My wife hates being told about things last minute."
"I'm sure you'd be surprised at how spontaneous your wife could be if you just took the time to surprise her more often or even take her places."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means Kol, that I don't think you've taken the time to get to know your wife well enough. You don't pay enough attention to her needs."
"How, in the bloody hell do you know what's going on with my wife or what she needs?" Kol asked angrily.
"I'm just making an observation, little brother. Don't blow this out of proportion when I'm merely stating facts that you could benefit to learn from."
"Thanks but I don't need advice about marriage from a man who's never been married and is older than me."
"Well, you do know everything, Kol." Elijah said tiredly from trying to help a hard-headed and stubborn baby brother. "How are you and Bonnie doing these days, little brother?"
"We are doing better, if that's what you are wondering." One thing Kol wasn't, was apologetic for who he was to his family or anyone. If there was one person whom he would try for, it was his wife. She may have been controlling and slightly bitchy, but she was forgiving of his laziness and passive attitude. At least he thought so for a while. Now for the first time in all of the years they've been together did he decide she was worth fighting for. The problem, was not knowing if it was too late.
"Kol, why, when you were having problems with your wife, did you decide to go to Damon?"
"I didn't need my personal information divulged to the family. Seems when I speak to you and Nikklaus, I become a joke for the families' amusement. I knew I could keep things confidential with Damon."
"If you ask me, your wife needs a break from you." Elijah said, as he stood in Kol's office fixing his cuffs to his shirt so he couldn't his jacket back on.
"What in the bloody fuck? You see, I think you all think I'm incompetent. I'm not, so what, I married young. I have no idea what I'm doing. But I love my wife. I love her, and I will never love another woman, the way I love her."
"Is that the problem? You are afraid to let another man touch her, know her, make her happy? So you force her into these therapy sessions, to make her believe you want to be the man she needs, but truly, you just are afraid if she goes out there, she'll realize there's more to a relationship? Hell more to a marriage than what you can give her."
"Do you want my fucking wife?"
"No. That's not it, I just hate seeing you bottle up such a woman."
"Let me guess, she's a specimen for dominating. Let me tell you, I tried it, and she just took control back."
"So, are you going to open up to me, now? Or am I to assume you wanted to say that so I can pry?"
"If you must know, I tried. She's impatient."
"The thing about dominating women, is women are all different. They require different forms of domination, different methods. Bonnie, she needs a man who's not only a dominant lover, but a dominant man, in life. A man with such precise control, he can mentally tap into her and make her question herself. Make her believe, she needs him, and that he can teach her things. Women never want to stop learning and exploring. They love it, especially when it comes to themselves and their lovers."
"I guess that's why you live in your world, and I live mine. My wife doesn't want to be dominated. She wants to be fucked good. She wants to be understood, and she wants to be taken care of. And lastly, she wants to be looked at like no other woman exists." And she wanted a baby, but he'd never tell anyone how they had been ttc for so long, how much they tried and failed at having kids, and the emotional turmoil it put on them and their marriage. He would never admit that, what it did to her.
He'd never admit, he used her body for his selfish pleasures and stopped worrying about how to please her. He'd never admit, he fucked her so much, she couldn't feel a thing for four years. He'd never tell anyone, he forced her to be what he needed, to sate his sexual desires, forcing her to grow and hate sex. No. He wouldn't mention those things.
"My wife wants to be at the center, of someone's world, mentally, emotionally, sexually, and physically."
"All things a man like me could provide her. Not me, per say. Just a man similar to me."
"Well, I can give my wife what she needs. She's only been with me, she'll only ever be with me. She belongs to me. She was made for me."
"You have all of the desires of a Dom Kol, just not the drive. You want things given to you, you don't want to work for it. Some men are go getters. The only way you'll keep her attention is by being that way. Not just in the bedroom, but in life Kol. And stop bloody gambling. I'm sure she's tired of losing things, that you gamble away, especially things she pays for."
"I'm not gambling, anymore. I've been cooking for her, cleaning, appreciating everything about what she was doing for me. Come on man, you're my brother build me up, don't knock me down." Kol's eyes were both angry and sad.
"Of course Kol. I'm your brother, your older brother. I'm here for you, but I can't baby you baby brother. You've gotta stand on your own two feet at some point. You have a wife, Kol. Act like it."
Both men stare at each other for a while and Elijah puts his jacket on to head out, "Tomorrow night Kol. Dinner on the yacht. Bring your lovely better half and don't be late."
Kol knew the one family member who never fell for his bullshit was Elijah. He could bullshit, the twins, even his own parents. He could bullshit the pretentious snobs, he grew up with, but not Elijah, the outcast. The one who made his own name in his family, the one who didn't live off of his parents fortune, the black sheep with the alternative lifestyle, was never one to let Kol play a victim of his privileged circumstance. Maybe, because Elijah had a different father, who died when he was very young, and Mikael babied his own children. Elijah always forced himself to make his own way, without his step father's help. Elijah felt as though he could relate to Bonnie, and how she managed her own lifestyle. Granted he was privileged as a child, and she wasn't, they both made a way without their families financial support, and built a life from their own ventures to support themselves.
Elijah lost respect for his pompous little brother when he married his college girlfriend and allowed her to be the main provider for their lifestyle. He lived on trust fund money more than he worked, and he gambled most of that away. When Bonnie would get angry at his laziness he would find an accounting job, work it awhile and then quite when he got too comfortable. Elijah watched Bonnie go from bright eyes, and love struck , to overworked and under appreciated. He hated what his brother had done to Bonnie, but unfortunately, Kol was so jealous of most men, he didn't like taking Bonnie around his brother and his friends. So Elijah and Bonnie's relationship strained over the years of Kol's overbearing nature. It wasn't until she introduced him to Katherine, that they began to hang out again. Then, he got to see the old Bonnie again. The happy Bonnie, the Bonnie with the smile that lit up a room. He knew it wasn't Kol that put it there.
Nine times out of ten, it was her best friend Kat, who made her smile.
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Ox~ Twins 30th Birthday ~xO
"Of course turning thirty feels different. It feels like I'm ten years away from being an actual adult now." Klaus said.
"Klaus, Klaus, don't you think it's time to make an honest man of yourself?" Kol asked.
"Well, that all depends on what would make me an honest man, do you mean becoming a father? Because I already have my baby girl Hope. If you mean work, well, I am a lawyer. Graduated from my father's Alma Mater. I've got the girl." He kisses Haley on the cheek, "And I've officially signed the papers to my home two years ago." He sips his champagne staring at everyone, "How much more honest can I get?"
Kol was definitely insinuating proposing to his longtime girlfriend, Haley, who was also the mother of his child. "Well, I suppose, it all works for you guys, right?"
"Oh, baby brother, what a tangled web we weave. And to the lovely Mrs. Mikaelson, how are you? Is Kol doing his job, keeping you happy? Better yet, how's your business going?"
Bonnie just smiles and sips her champagne then says, "Growing. I'm lucky to have an amazing partner."
"Yes a supportive partner is important. I'm happy Kol is finally being supportive." Nik said with an undertones sarcasm.
"Uh, yea he is. But I meant Katherine. She is my business partner and she puts in as much work, if not more at times." Kol left Sunday night and Bonnie hadn't seen or heard from him until just before the party. She tried to avoid how disrespectful he was, reverting back to his old ways, disappearing for days at a time. She tried to look beyond him and focus on herself tonight.
"Yes, it's important to have people who are around you be as financially driven as you are. We call it the winners circle." Nik said.
"We are very success driven." She said.
"Yes, Bonnie and Katherine are intelligent business women." Elijah says. "Hopefully with some help from myself and Damon, soon they will be some intelligent investors." Bonnie smiles and Katherine smiles, but some part of Kol twinges with jealousy at the mention of Bonnie's success after being lectured by Elijah the day before. She notices his his change in demeanor when he lets her hand go. She clears her throat dryly.
Both Katherine and Bonnie notice it, and Bonnie tries to ignore it. Damon shows up with his date at that moment. "Finally, now we can charter some movement of the boat. Damon Salvatore and his lovely lady have arrived. You're late, mate!" Nik said.
"My apologies, we had some traffic." He looks up to meet eyes with a woman who planned to ignore him tonight. The moment she spotted him, they locked eyes and she looked away. Her gold dress was very distracting so he had a harder time turning away from her, but he wasn't trying to avoid her as she was him. Kol didn't have much to say to Damon after embarrassing himself, with his disgusting and irresponsible behavior.
"Now we can get the party started. More drinks, and a toast to friendship." Rebekah said. She and Marcel weren't partaking in much conversation as they were stuck in their own bubble of new love and they were as flirty as teenagers.
As the night went on Damon made sure to pay close attention to Bonnie and Kol. He watched how Kol hovered Bonnie, and how she would look relatively entertained in conversation and every chance Kol got he was pulling Bonnie aside and away from people, trying to corner her, then they would slightly bicker about something. But Bonnie was the queen of fronting. He remembers that the night he met her. Once again her cute and dainty feet were on display for his liking.
Bonnie caught glimpse of Damon and Sugar from across the deck. Her eyes tightened and her lips did the same as she gulped champagne with her best friend.
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
What the hell? That girl is a fucking idiot. I'm so sick of hearing her giggle like a school girl. Big tits and pretty face are no substitute classic beauty and subtle sexiness. Just because you have big breasts, doesn't insinuate you have to have colossal cleavage. And him... He just eats up the attention. Like, really? He so much better than this... This... Bimbo. Do people still say the word bimbo? He's an asshole for being with her. She can't give him what he needs, but she's what he likes, so fuck it. He's too smart and attractive for the classless act. But damn can he wear a suit. I remember the first night I met him, I could tell he got his suits tailored to his body. His ass just holds the back of his pants up enough. Fuck... He's got a cute butt. Like, I bet it's perfectly postured with just the right amount of muscle, and a little bit of meat. I can see his back through his shirt, and know he does push-ups. I am a married woman, not yet divorced. Why the fuck am I ogling this man? Oh because he wears Tom Fords Black Noire and his shoes are never scuffed, his face is always clean shaven, accept that one time he trapped me in the bathroom, and let his beard tickle my neck, and because he makes me feel things in the pit of my stomach I haven't felt in years. I need a drink and my vibrator when I get home later.
"Oh, you're so funny." Andie laughs at Klaus as he tells jokes. "You're friends are funny." She says looking Damon. This is their second date, and he dreads it, because, she's not even his girlfriend. Andie, is not to Damon, what Kat is to Elijah. Andie is his pet, his toy, and he only brought her, because he knew he couldn't bring Bonnie. He'd love to have Bonnie on his arm.
He smiled casually at Andie. A beautiful woman, who did nothing for him intellectually. And until Bonnie, all Damon and Andie had was sexual, and even now, he can't stop thinking about Bonnie.
"She's lovely, Damon. Bring her around more often." Nik said flirtatiously. Damon grinned and nodded.
Bonnie rolls her eyes as Elijah watched her, watch Damon's interactions with Andie.
"You're just saying that, because she laughs at your idiotic jokes." Damon says smiling.
Andie giggles like a school girl collapsing into Damon's shoulder.
From a distance, Bonnie watched and whispered with Kat. "Can she be anymore obvious?" Bonnie says rolling her eyes.
"Bonbon, I sense some jealousy."
"No way. I just don't get, why a man like him... Wastes his time on a girl, not a woman, a girl, that can't even be herself. He deserves better, is all I'm saying." Bonnie noted.
"Well, if I'm being honest, she's a bimbo. And you are right bestie. He's too good for her." Yup, people still say bimbo, she thought.
"Ladies, it is impolite to be boisterously rude to a woman who hasn't been malicious toward you." Elijah said.
"My love, no offense, but butt out. This is between best friends talking trash about the other woman. Leave us be!" Kat said. Bonnie didn't even take her eyes off of Damon and Andie. She just watched as Andie, openly threw herself at Damon, like a bimbo.
"He likes it though. Ya know, Elijah is right. Why should I have anything negative to say about her? Damon obviously likes that attention. He loves women throwing themselves at him. They deserve each other." She walks away and goes to the lower level bar to get a drink with Kat.
She truly avoided Damon, she didn't look him in the face once, so far. She must've believed that maybe, just maybe, if she avoided him all together, she didn't have to remember his words to her when he trapped her in the bathroom, or his actions when he pinned her against her car, refusing to let her leave unless she promised to return. She could avoid the games Damon played, by pretending it never happened. Then a familiar brooding man stalked his way over to her.
"May I have a moment with my wife, Kat?"
"Kol, you have her every day. You've been hogging her this whole night."
"Aye, Fuck off."
"Kol!" Bonnie barked. "Fucking rude. Apologize, now."
"Sorry Kat. Okay. I haven't seen my wife in two days. I miss her."
"Whose fault is that asshole? I know you left her. You're so fucking-"
"Kitten!" Elijah got loud. He never got loud. He lowered his voice again, "I'm sorry for yelling love. Come on, let's give them privacy."
Kol wickedly grinned at her and she flipped him off as she and Elijah walked away. Damon saw from the back of the boat. He called to Elijah.
"Eli! Everything okay?"
"Couldn't be better." He said holding his girlfriends angry hand. "I'm going to get Katarina a brisk walk around the yacht. She needs a minute. She's feisty when she can't get me alone." He said from across the deck. Damon laughed as Elijah tried calming his girlfriend down.
"Don't don't do that Keeper. Baby, your brother left her for two days. Two fucking days."
"Language baby."
"I'm sorry. Two damn days he disappears and shows up today all apologetic. You don't just leave after a fight and disappear for two days."
"Kitten, Bonnie has be be willing to let Kol hang himself. She's working her way to it okay, she has to be very smart about dealing with my selfish brother, he is unwilling to let her go. He will stop at nothing. She's playing a smart game okay. Just stop meddling in their affairs. It's not smart of you to be involved in a fight between a husband and wife. They are bonded through the sanction of marriage. They are, by promise, suppose to choose each other over all others."
"That's why, I'll never get married." She said.
"Never say never kitten. Not all men, are like Kol. Or our father."
"Luckily he's not your real father."
"Baby, but the only one I know none-the-less. Okay. So let's just be supportive of Bonnie. I know she is like family to you. She is family to me, sometimes more than my brother."
"Hey, everyone's outside..."
"So."
"The lower deck bathrooms are empty." She spoke suggestively after licking her lips.
"You're reading my mind, let's make an exploratory trip, to the lower deck." He says pulling her along.
...
An hour had gone by. Bonnie and Damon never crossed paths. Elijah and Kat disappeared an hour ago. Leaving him open to watch her. Damon kept watching Kol try to get back in Bonnie's good graces by wrapping his arm around her in her backless dress. She must have loved backless dresses. He kept watching as Kol would wrap his arm around her and kiss her temple. He knew Kol was lacking in the sexual department, because what man, would have a woman with that beautifully sculpted, back, and shoulders be on display so he could kiss her cheeks. He imagined her naked from the back view and what it must feel like to hold her hips as he fucked her from behind. Then leaning over her and kissing every part of her back and shoulders while he buried himself in her warmth.
She kept her back to him most of the night. He saw this as a smart tactic on her end, to make him look at her bare skin. And instantly think of sex, thus knowing she was untouchable. Or so, she wanted to look untouchable, but he knew he could make her beg him to touch her if he so wanted. He smiled at the thought of her tactic, and further forced himself to believe she belonged to him already. Opening her mind up to him in a secretive way, gave him access Kol wasn't granted, which meant, she was, in actuality, signifying some special connection between the two already, that Kol didn't have.
In three classy moves, she made him want her. One she avoided him, two she acted loyally connected to Kol, which made her admirable. Oh and three, the correct amount of exposed, skin, that wasn't too sexualized drew him to her. Her exposed skin compared to Andie's exposed skin bared a great differential in sex appeal. He didn't just want Bonnie. He wanted to control her, and be in control of her, and own her in every way, but he wanted for her to own his heart. He wanted her to make him an honest man.
Elijah and Kat finally re-appeared. Kat wondered to the bar and Elijah walked up to Damon at this point.
"Where is your pet?"
"I released her to the piranhas!"
"Rebekah and Haley? Nice touch. Fortunately, you let her escape the wrath of Kitty Kat and Bonnie. Who quite frankly don't like her."
"What? Why?"
"Well, Kitty Kat's never liked her, and well, Bonnie might have given me a reason to believe, she was... Dare I say, jealous." He snickered in a grown man sort of way.
"Bullshit." He looked surprised.
"Well, Andie is a beautiful woman. Physically, she can probably give other women a reason to be jealous. Mentally, Bonnie and Kitty Kat just aren't too impressed."
Damon is distracted by Bonnie, but he turns to Elijah and respectfully mentions, "Andie seems like a deer in the headlights, but she can handle herself. She's only a pushover, when it comes to me."
"I expect nothing less from a man of your nature. So it's looking like Kol and Bonnie are trying to make things work."
"Yeah. Appears that way." He says in a deep in thought kind of way. As in he wanted to say more but wanted to respect the boundaries of Kol and Elijah's brotherhood. "He's a lucky man."
"Everyone's luck, runs out." Elijah said to his long time friend holding his hand on his shoulder before turning to walk away. Damon understands too well Elijah's sentiments. "In due time. She'll see more clearly."
"Oh, hey, by the way... I never did thank you for getting Bonnie's phone back to Kat. She left in such a hurry she left it at my place."
"No worries my friend. She was grateful to have it back."
"Hopefully your brother wasn't too angry with her about it."
"He left the house that night for a couple of days. I'm sure he didn't notice."
"Really? Wow, he really does what he wants. It's a shame, he has no idea what he has."
...
Bonnie and Kol stand near the rail looking at the water. "Darling, you look breathtaking, if I haven't told you tonight. I'm having a hard time keeping my arms and lips off of you."
"Thank you." She says smiling at him in a quiet tone. "There was a time I would have been happy we are out together, actually, dressed up and being social." She was the queen of putting on a front. Truth be told, she was feeling very numb and hollow inside. "But that was back then."
"Baby, let's be happy we are here, let's enjoy this together. I'm having fun. Except for all of the ogling eyes on you, I really am loving this night so far." He grabs her and kisses her lips, but he deepens it for her. Igniting a passion in her that rarely surfaces anymore. "I want you, right now." He whispers between kisses. It would be easy to get wrapped up in Kol's emissions, except Damon's there, and he makes her forget about her husband.
"Kol, remember, we are taking things slow? I'm not ready to be intimate with you. Not yet. The doctor doesn't recommend it it either."
"Come on, let's go somewhere more private and talk." He turns her body forward and walks behind her with a possessive grip on her waist. Damon and Elijah are still talking and drinking, when Katherine walks up stealing Elijah.
"Keeper, my love. I need some romance, come dance with me, please?"
"Yes, my little kitten. Where is Andie?"
"She's talking pop culture with Haley and Rebekah. Now that Marcel took a break from Rebekah's lips to have a cigar with Nik."
"Go ahead my friend, romance your lady. I'm going to have myself another drink."
"Surely, you will need one. The night is still young."
Damon went to the bar and noticed Bonnie and Kol had disappeared. Somewhere, inside of him, he didn't like her being alone with her husband.
...
Gentle kisses pull between them her eyes close and his hands wonder innocently over her body. Gentle caresses of her back with his finger tips and the hunger of his lips over hers. He towers her with a lengthy body, and she pulls slowly from underneath him. "Kol, I just want to take things slow."
"Slow, baby, I'm your fucking man."
Damon finally spots them in the front of the boat, a quiet place no one else but the two of them stood. He realizes he caught them in what might be an intimate moment. He stands unseen listening to them speak.
"Are you telling me, I can't even kiss my wife?"
"You may be my husband, but it doesn't change the fact that you cheated. I'm not comfortable being intimate with you yet. And we aren't together. You and I right now, are friends, not lovers. I'm not even sure we are friends most days."
"What will it take? I mean, I come home, every fucking day, and I cook, and I clean. I do every fucking thing the therapist says to show you I appreciate you and for what? Nothing!"
"Kol you disappeared two nights ago. This is my first time seeing you, so we can put on this facade for your family."
"Fuck everybody here! I could care less." He yelled.
"First of all, lower your voice. Secondly, the exercise isn't to show me you appreciate me, it's to see what I go through. And for me to see what you go through and to treat each other the way we think we are treated. If I were doing what the therapist said, Kol I wouldn't be working everyday. Hell, I might take up gambling and drinking, and spend my days doing that instead of earning a living half of the time. But I can't do what you do. I'm not built to be so selfish."
"It's not selfishness you want. That right, you want a man to what control you, huh? Is that what it is?" He asks grabbing her roughly by her arms. Forcing a spying Damon to clench his fists.
"You know, you're drunk, I'm going to go back to the party, you take a few minutes to yourself to get it together. Please don't embarrass me."
She walks away from him gently trying not to bruise his ego. This time grabs her by her arm and yanks her to him. "Embarrass you? Wow. I get it now. You want me to do this right?" He yanks at her dress and spreads her legs. Grabbing her roughly by the back of her neck and trying to lift her dress. His greedy hands scratch her as he tries pushing her dress up.
"Stop it, Kol!"
"Oh come on baby, this is what you want." He turns her body over and bends her body over the rail slightly. He moves her underwear and tried pushing his fingers into her. She manages to get out of his grasp and slap him. Hard across the face, her hand connects so hard he pauses in his movements and he holds his face. Her fingerprints were painted on his face. "You never let me be a man, Bonnie. Why?"
"Is that what you call being a man, Kol. Trying to fuck me on the yacht our friends and family are on? You haven't changed Kol. You left me two nights ago. I haven't seen you for two days. Where have you been? Gambling? Cheating?"
Damon hears Bonnie, and is hating the games Kol plays. He continues listening to them argue.
"I was just trying to be aggressive. Don't you want that, love?"
"I mean, there is something about aggression I like, but is that all you think I want Kol? I want partnership. You don't give me that. I want a partner in every way. A lover, a friend, a man. Okay. Not a boy." The second she said it she felt terrible, but there was nothing she could do to make him unhear it.
"Wow, fuck!" He said. He walks around in a circle scratching his chin in embarrassment.
Damon was more than invested in this conversation from his Birdseye view.
"I'm sorry Kol. But it's the truth. I've taken care of you for so long, and picked up your slack, that I don't know how to lose control or let go. I'm forced to control everything because you make it that way. You give me no choice. Now, wherever I go, all anyone sees when they see me is a neurotic bitch. I used to be fun Kol. I used to be an interesting person. Now, people look at me like I'm this control freak. They think I control you. That I force this life on you. They don't know, I pay your gambling debts, and fund your extracurricular hobbies, and I designed our home because it's the only place I have peace and feel sane. Don't get me started on the stress that we've been trying to have a baby for years, and it hasn't happened. I can't have a baby. Because of how stressed I am. What about the way you used to treat sex Kol? Do you remember the things you put my body through physically? Just so you could get off. No you don't care. Don't worry, I won't tell the therapist, that I was trying to have a baby and you were just trying to get a fix. You have no idea, Kol. How much pressure I'm under. You have no idea how much you've let me down, as a husband. Do you have any idea the pain I hold in, how I have to control it, so the world doesn't think you're a fuck up Kol? And so I don't fall apart?"
Damon's heart ached for her as he listened to her.
"Baby."
"Don't baby me. Okay. Grow up Kol. I can't keep doing this. You are not giving me life. You are draining me of it."
"So, I've changed Bonnie. I'll show you. Let me make love to you, please, let me show you I care about your needs too, because I do."
"Kol, you haven't made me cum in years. I can't even come from sex anymore, unless I touch myself. Sex means nothing to me anymore. I hate sex Kol. You made me hate it."
Damon was shocked, at her emission.
"I'm sorry." Kol said.
"Stop. Stop being a little bitch about it. Okay. I'm over it. Sex means nothing, to me. I will never enjoy sex and I'll never have a baby. I've come to terms with that heart ache already." She cries and he grabs her and holds her.
"I'll be better, okay. I'll change. We can have a baby. We can adopt, whatever you want."
"Stop trying to fix it Kol. Just give me space. I'm sorry if you're embarrassed that it not working between us, but I can't keep this up with you."
"Don't give up on me. You're the only one who believes in me, baby." He moves her hair behind her ear. "What the fuck? What is this?"
He examines her neck and sees a small red mark. "What is it?"
"A fucking hickie."
"You're mistaken." She backed away from him, and Damon remembers what he did to her.
Kol grabs his wife by her arm gently. "Is there someone else? Is that what this is?"
"Heavens no, why would you ask that?"
"Because, you showed up late to our counseling session last week."
"I told you I had a side job designing someone's renovation. So?"
"So? You remember the broken buttons on your blouse? How mangled your close looked, and you haven't worn your hair up since that day. You put your hair in a bun every night. But you haven't since that night. Now I see a bloody hickie on your neck."
"Kol, those are all coincidences. And this" she points to her neck, "a burn from the curling iron," She said, backing away from him. Damon keeping a watchful eye. A timidly angry Kol speaks to her.
"I can't lose you. I won't lose you." She starts to walk away and he stops her. "No one can have you. No one! Do you hear me?" He yelled at her.
"Why do you care, when you cheated?"
He puts his forehead against hers. "Because, I made a mistake. I'll spend my life making up for it. I'm the only man who knows your body. Who's seen you naked, who's been inside of you. Your pussy, belongs to me. You think I'd let another man taint what I was gifted with?"
"Once again all you care about is my body. You don't own me Kol. Get that through your head. If I wanted to fuck another man, I'd have every right to. You cheated on me. And although I know two wrongs don't make a right, I don't care. My pussy, is no longer the property of Kol Mikaelson. I'll be at the party whenever you get yourself together." She pulled out of his grasp and walked away from him. Leaving him with all of his drunken feelings.
Damon smiled to himself, every time she spoke, she forced herself into his cold, dark, heart. He quickly walked back to the bar hoping to get there before she made it there. He ordered a drink and took a sip, as to not look like he just got there. He awaited by the bar and it took her about ten minutes to come to the bar.
"Why hello there, stranger. Have we met before?" He said trying to be humorous.
"Oh, shut up. And order me a drink."
"My pleasure. What would you like?"
"Ahh, I'm a rum or tequila girl."
"Easy enough. So you look stunning. I don't say that half-heartedly. You make it hard for a man like me, not to want to... Dance with you." He looks her up and down and takes extra time to stare at her toes. "Two shots of tequila, please." He says to the bartender.
"Are you a toe man, or something?"
"Not exactly, but something about your toes, I'd break the rules for."
"You should stop trying to break the rules for me. I'd probably break your heart if you had one. Or you'd break mine if I had one."
"Impossible. I never get too attached to anything except by sky blue '67 Chevy. But I'm willing to bet we could make exceptions for each other."
"Well, thanks for the drink." She says after her drinks is poured, and she attempts to walk away.
"How have you been playing the game?"
"Excuse me?" She turns to him slowly.
"Oh, are you going to pretend I never propositioned you over a week ago."
She takes her shot, "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." She says lifting one eyebrow, knowing darn well she knew. She walked back and ordered another drink.
"I can lock us in another bathroom and remind you." He winked.
"No need. You understand I'm married, don't you?" She sips her drink and bites the straw without looking at him. He plays the same game not looking at her.
"I understand, that your stuck in a situation, that doesn't challenge your growth or your desires."
"Thanks to Kol, my mind is a cluster fuck of emotions. You should probably stay far, far away from me." She laughed.
"Is that a challenge?"
"No."
"Because this man, doesn't back down from a challenge."
"You ever notice, that you always feel challenged by me? Is there a reason for that?"
"It's, just that, women like you, know what you want, so I'm always confused when women like you settle for less." He says pulling her drink away from her mouth. "My proposition is still open, to play this game. Give me one week, and if you can't handle it, I won't bother you anymore."
"You're relentless. What is wrong with you. Do you prey on women in bad marriages?"
"I'm a natural predator. I don't go after married women. You are quite possibly making me break rules left and right. But when I want something... I usually get it."
"And I'm a conquest for you, so that is why we won't work. So you and your game can kiss my ass."
"I don't mind kissing a beautiful ass. After I kiss it can I-"
"Don't dare finish that question." She said making him smile mischievously.
"I promise to make it worth your while." He moves to her ear and whispers allowing his lips to graze her earlobe softly.
"So, no saying fuck for a week?"
His ears began to ring and she laughed at his face. "I guess you remember then." He says and moves back away from her.
"If I don't say it I'm rewarded and if I do say it, then what?"
"You give me permission to deal with you the way I see fit."
"I see what you are doing, and you can't just rope me into this lifestyle, Damon Salvatore."
"God I love when you say it." They still sat a few feet away from each other.
She rolled her eyes as he smiled slyly. "There is no way in hell, I'd sign up to let you have control over me. You're egotistical, and cocky."
"Whoa whoa, what ever happened to a clean slate?"
"You got one. It's just, you really are very cocky."
"A good, dominant man, is sure of himself. I don't have a big ego. I mean don't get me wrong, I have a big... ego, but I don't have a big ego." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Andie must be in it, purely for the sex." She says with a heavy eye roll.
"Why thank you. I take that as a compliment." She finished her drink and cut him a small giggle.
"Your giggle is sexy." He told her and she stopped giggling, stares at him suggestively and bites her lip. "Stop flirting with me Damon."
"Your lips say one thing your eyes say another."
"Sometimes the eyes say what the lips can't."
"Do you want to know what I think your eyes are telling me?" He asks.
"No. I don't, 'nother drink?" She avoided his advances at all costs. They got along like two old friends who found each other again. Their connection was so natural, and neither of them were used to what was happening between them.
Bonnie touched Damon's hair, running her fingers through it. Slowly. She loved how soft his hair was, how thick it felt and how shiny it was, and he didn't put gel in it like her husband did, he just wore his hair, soft and silky. They eye flirt while she rummages his strands with her small fingers. She wanted to keep running her fingers in it. She reluctantly stopped, making him frown, and she continued talking.
"I'm happy you have a woman, who needs the kind of love you can give."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means what I told you that day at your house, simple questions simple answers. You want low maintenance relationships. Purely sexual, and it's a shame, because when I see you, I see so much more depth than that."
Damon was touched by her words, even if she was calling him a deep man with shallow ways. She saw his potential, and that was a big deal. "I can be a very deep man Ms Bennett. Mentally, and physically." His eyes looked unblinkingly at hers.
"Yet, your lengths you go for love are shallow. Sugar reminds me of my husband's mistress. The opposite of the type of woman, I picture you with. You and her have a shallow kind of love."
"That's because, It's not love, between she and I."
"Well, that's even more depressing. Shouldn't two people, in a consenting relationship like the one of the magnitude of yours, have love for one another? Like a deep love, that allows them to, as you say, accept another person to have such dominance over them? Wouldn't you think the giving experience would be so much more impactful?"
"It all depends on the relationship, Ms. Bennett." He sips his bourbon, and doesn't take his eyes off of her."
"So enlighten me, Damon." He bites his lip after he hears her say it again.
"You know, if you were my pet, I'd probably let you say my name from time to time."
"But I'm not, so you don't have to worry about that now do you? So explain to me, how this stuff works. Dominant submissive relationships."
"How about we save that conversation, for the next time you come to my place to discuss my renovation?"
"I don't think that's going to be happening again."
His face got serious. "Except you promised. I don't take promises lightly. You break a promise to me, I swear by your marriage, I will punish you."
"No way. Damon, I see what you are doing. Slowly but surely you are trying to work your way into my life, with your dominating tactics. Knock it off Mr. Salvatore."
"You keep saying my name like that, I might, just... (Insert lip bite) do something right here."
"My husband is on this boat, have you no shame?"
"None, what-so-ever."
"You want me to be submissive to you, your are trying to slowly but surely work yourself into my mind." I'm not stupid."
"You entertain me. Besides, I'm doing no such thing, merely engaging you in this conversation. But still, I think you are afraid of me, Bonnie Bennett. You're afraid of how I make you feel, how I challenge you. That's why you don't want to play my game." He says approaching the stopped woman.
"Give me one good reason, I should play this game."
Damon walked back into her personal space. Moved her hair behind her ear, and took a gentle peck at her neck before he spoke lowly into her ear, giving her chills.
"Because if you want me to show you, how a man can make you cum, without you having to do a damn thing. Scratch that... I mean, if you want to know what it feels like when I make you cum, hard, and long, and back to back... You'll go the week without using those words. I'm good for a hard orgasm, several in a row, actually." He says with a straight face and a low tone making her gulp. Bonnie got a tingling in her kitty that reached her g-spot, making her feel his presence deep inside of her core.
"And if I fail?"
"I will punish you."
"How?"
"That is for me to know and you to find out. So just be a good girl for me this week okay?" She hears a noise coming and she walks to the bar as if she's ordering a drink. "Hello?" He says. She answers quickly to keep from being heard by whomever is coming.
"Fine." She says with an attitude, and he loves it, he senses her hesitance. He knows she going to fail and he's just looking forward to punishing her. "One week only, Salvatore. Than we go our separate ways."
"If you say so. I'm sure you've gotta get back to the top deck. Now, when we get back up there, finish ignoring me. And acting like you're not intrigued by me."
"It won't be an act. I'm not intrigued by you."
"Good girl. I'm already turned on." He walks out of the bar and leaves her to it. Bonnie sits there wondering what she just agreed to?
"What just happened?" She asked herself as he left her feeling discombobulated. She got her drink, and walked out. Damon waited for her to leave the lower deck bar and followed her to the upper deck. She stood on the party level, near the rail, and watched the moon travel across her view in the water as the boat floated along to no particular current. He stood mere feet from her, being drawn to her. She spoke lowly to him.
"I love this music, you know? What is more perfect, than the moonlight, and the sound of a joyful trumpet, and the delicate tapping of the piano keys. It's nice how Elijah got them a live band. I never thought I'd hear jazz music though. It's a pleasant surprise." She smiles. Thinking of her grams.
"Have you ever listened to classical music?" He asked.
"Not since my ballet days."
"I knew it."
"What?"
"You used to dance. I can tell by the frame of your body."
"You stare too closely at my body, then."
"As long as I don't touch, right? Looking isn't a crime. Plus, I assume my looking turns you on more than your husbands touching." She looked at him and rolled her eyes in a flirty way. "Well, if it does things to you, for me to stare, I'll gladly stare, and maybe one day... You'll go home and touch yourself to the thought of me."
She swallowed hard, and he smirked at her. "Sometimes the eyes say, what the lips won't." She re-iterated.
"Exactly. Your husband is doing a piss poor job of romancing you." He touches the top of her hand with his finger tips tickling her gently, making her smile, as she leans over the rail. She tries thinking of a reason to pull herself away from him, but she can't find any logical reason. He smells good, he feels good. The music hits her ear drums and as she finds herself being trapped in a hopeless romantic idea of what she desired. Her mind was all messed up and she needed to stop letting his hand touch hers.
"Okay. I gotta go find Kat." She says trying to walk away. He lets his hand linger on hers as she pulls it away.
"She's busy being romanced."
"That makes one of us." He gives her a side glance, an insinuative look and a few choice words.
"I could always fix that." He sips his bourbon, and just as she gets ready to speak, Kol comes from around the corner. She looks at Damon with soft regretful eyes. She knew their conversation was coming to an end.
Kol, without any words, grabs her hand, and pulls her away from Damon, possessively. Then he walks her to the dance floor, as the soft music plays. He gently places one of her hands around his neck, the other holding his hand, and his other arm around her waist. He gives her a sense of gentle comfort. She looks at his eyes, which were red from crying. She wipes his tears and she's drawn back in. She puts her head against his chest and he rests his on top of hers.
Damon turns to them and watches, indiscreetly. At this point he doesn't care if Kol notices. He hates watching Kol, rope Bonnie into babying him. Caring about his emotions. Putting her feelings aside to help raise him and his man-child ways. Kol is mentally enslaving her. Damon is determined to emancipate her.
...
Later that night Bonnie and Kol lay together in their bed. They didn't get intimate, but they were connecting that night, and he asked if they could at least lay in the same bed because of how emotional he was. So she reluctantly agreed. She was high on the feeling Damon had given her. The feeling in the pit of her stomach that always came when he was near her. The way he made her doubt her desires. So part of her allowed Kol to sleep in her bed out of comfort, but they didn't have sex. Nor did they touch. Just laid in the same bed. He was drunk, and he slept heavy, so when she got a buzz to her cell phone she was awakened by her the sound and the light. She looked to see she had a text from an unknown caller, that read: are you ready for your punishment?
Bon: who is this?
Anon: u know who I am
Bon: I think u have the wrong number
Anon: I know I'm talking to Bonnie, now about that punishment
Bon: I haven't broken your rules
Anon: But u will
Bon: Ye of little faith
Anon: it's not that I have no faith
Bon: Well then?
Anon: I just like to punish
Bonnie blushes, knowing who was texting her. Somehow it feels okay, even if it's wrong. Somehow she needed the attention to her ego right now. She rolled over facing away from Kol, in her large bed, sinking into the mattress, and entertaining the thoughts of Damon's inappropriacies.
Bon: why am I being punished?
Anon: because you have a foul mouth
Bon: that's never going to change
Anon: it will
Bon: fuck u! ;)
Anon: u naughty girl, is that a request?
Bon: no
Anon: I want to see u
He says touching himself to the thought of her in the gold dress tonight.
Bon: I can't, u know that
Anon: send me a picture
Bon: no
Anon: yes
Bon: no. I'm in bed
Anon: with him?
Bon: noyb (none of your business)
The insinuation made him angry. He didn't want her anywhere near Kol.
Anon: get up and go sleep in another room }:[
Bon: no. Goodnight
Anon: tis tis Defiant little Witch
Bon: witch?
Anon: I haven't come up with a name for u yet
Bonnie wasn't sure what to think about his wording. After all she couldn't hear his tone, or see his face. She assumed it was angry or frustrated.
Bon: you aren't naming me, I'm not your sub
Anon: not yet
Bon: ttyl psycho ;)
Anon: til next time
Bon: Gn Mr. Salvatore
She looked one more time at the buzz and saw his last message, she knew what he was doing. He was attempting to pull dominance over her. He was trying to make her submit, he had some nerve. She wasn't going to let him do it, she had a marriage to save. Right?
Anon: Gn Ms. Bennett
oOo Damon's POV oOo
I'm lying in bed smiling. I took Andie home tonight, to her place. No meaningless sex tonight. Besides, all I'd do is turn the lights out anyway. I don't want to watch myself fuck a woman that doesn't do it for me anymore. Don't get me wrong, Andie is a beautiful woman. She's sweet, she's nice, but she will be whatever I want her to be, whenever I want her to be it. There is no challenge in that. She lets me do anything to her in bed. She disputes nothing. Even though I want a woman to trust me with her body 100% there's something to say about a woman who has no boundaries, that bothers me. Every woman should have boundaries. I still want a woman who puts her foot down, says no to something that's preposterous. I'm not sure what my mission is anymore with Bonnie. She makes me want to do terrible things to her, but hearing her tonight with Kol, kind of broke me. She's been through a lot with one man... Scratch that, with a fucking kid. What a selfish bastard. He's nothing like his brother. He doesn't deserve her. She needs a man who will remind her how to let go. How can anyone hate sex? There's no way in hell Kol's doing his job. She'll love sex again, and she'll be happy again. Tonight, when I stood near her, not one time did she push me away or move away from me. I felt like she accepted my body near hers, and even found comfort in it. I just wanted to lay here and remember tonight. Everything I heard and saw. All of the words we spoke. She's embedded in my brain, every night before I go to bed, thoughts of her put me to sleep. I can't wait til I'm doing things to her instead of imagining it. I know when I'm finally inside of her, all will be right in my world. And maybe, I'd just like to lay here, and hold her, while her body wraps around mine, listening to her sleep.
Bonnie looked at Kol and got up. Damon was right. She didn't understand why she let him sleep in her room tonight. She hated being near him. She quietly tiptoed out of the bedroom and went to the couch with a quilt her grams made her. She cuddled up with a throw pillow and fell asleep uncomfortably on her chaise lounge as thoughts of Damon danced around her head.
...
Kol woke up and realized where he was. Somehow he was in his wife's room and he didn't remember going in there. He looked around for her and she wasn't in bed. He could barley open his eyes and his head was pounding. He drowned himself in alcohol that night and could barely remember who he was. He stammered out of bed and almost tripped over his feet. He thought he was dreaming. He fumbled about thirty feet until he made it i to the hall way. He was making his way towards her voice because he heard her in her sleep. She was moaning. His body followed her voice until he found her in the living room.
"Mmmm. Hmmmm." She was moaning. She lay in the lounge with her legs bent and open, and her hand between her thighs. It was fairly dark but she was there, lying down, clear as day touching herself and moaning. He walked quietly towards her taking off his boxers and approaching her with his naked body. Her blanket was on the ground and she lay there in a tank top and panties. Her panties were still on, white and cotton and her hand was inside of them.
The sight of her was erotic and beautiful and he stood between her legs waiting to push himself between her thighs. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown backwards. "Mmm, uuhhhh, yes. Fuck yeah. Oh my gahhh... Hhmmmm." She licked her lips and kept moaning. The woman was driving him crazy, he kneeled down and for the first time in forever he was ready to kick her pussy.
In Bonnie's mind, she was dreaming of the blue eyed man who taunted her thoughts throughout the day. Feeling him touching her, tasting her, licking her. She didn't even realized he was pulling her panties off. When his tongue made its way between her legs she was so lost in her dream she thought it was real. His tongue made its way to her center and all of the motioning brining heat to her felt good when he put his tongue inside of her. "Oh my God Yes. Yes. Please, more, more, more." His tongue went deeper and deeper until his entire mouth covered her slit and slurped up her flavor. He pulled up slightly to look at her to make sure she was real and he wasn't dreaming. His mouth hugged her like she were oxygen and she put her fingers on the sensitive little mound of flesh hiding between her pussy lips and she rubbed mercilessly. She doesn't remember such a good feeling, and her body gives into the image in her head of Damon touching her and tasting was brining her to her peak with his moist tongue. The extra lubrication of his tongue sucked her fingers while her fingers touched her clit then he stuck it back inside of her.
"Oh... My... Gahhhhh... Don't stop keep going. Deeper, deeper. Fuck ahhhhh!" She came and her fingers still on her clit she moved her hand to touch his hair, and she felt a familiar feel of gel and she woke up instantly, snapping out of her dream, sat up quickly and looked at the boyish charmer before her. "KOL!"
"Yeah, who the fuck did you think I was?"
"Got damnit. What did I tell you? Don't fucking touch me!"
SLAP!
He flew backwards. "What the fuck Bonnie?"
"How dare you take advantage of me in my sleep. You bastard." She began screaming.
"You were sleep? I thought you were awake." He yelled at her.
"I told you not to touch me. The doctor told you. Look at you. Your naked? What the fuck did you think this was? Stay the hell away from me Kol. Okay."
"Fuck!" He said to himself. "Your my fucking wife. How is this fair? I just wanted to make you feel good. I did it, I made you feel good, admit it. You loved it. I told you I could make you feel cum." And he swore he did, but it was Damon's face she saw and Damon who she thought was touching her.
He walked up on her and pushed her against the wall, "I made you cum. Just now, all over my tongue. You came and it was me. I don't deserve this. I DON'T FUCKING DESERVE THIS!" He yelled in her face.
"No. You don't deserve me!"
She pushed him out of her way and went into her bedroom locking the door. She forgot about her phone on the chaise. He grabbed it, it was about 5 am, and he saw it buzz and light up. He went and grabbed it and read the text that lit the screen.
Anon: morning beautiful
He was furious. Even more so that there was no name attached to it. He didn't know her lock code or he'd unlock it and go through it. He decided to play it cool for now. If his wife thought she was leaving him, for another man, she had another thing coming. Bonnie was soon to see a different side of her husband.
A/N So, Bonnie and Damon are a building a friendship/relationship slowly. They will continue this for a little bit, until he prepositions her. Hopefully you are staying with the story. It's a semi-slow build, but i promise it'll be worth it.
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