Black Velvet
Chapter 6 - Spanking
Chapter Rating M - adult themes, language, and sexually explicit situations
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"Kitty Kat. Bend over." She bends over onto the bed as per his request. She pokes her butt in the air slightly more, and then wiggles a little for him.
The mood is set. Kat is at Elijah's place and he has his dungeon set up for their night. Tonight he just has the urge to be inside of her and controlling her. His domination tactics may not be for everyone, but Kat and Elijah meld together mentally. Where he was particularly strong she stood back, and where she was particularly strong he stood back. But in the sexual sense, Elijah had to be in Control always. His favorite part of sex was making his stubborn girlfriend submit and bend to his will. Outside of the bedroom, he was a polite, well-mannered man. He spoke softly and professionally. But inside of the bedroom, the stern, rough disciplinary took over.
"Perfect, little kitty. Now purrr for your keeper..."
On command she purrrrs. "Puurrrrrr." Her tongue rolls effortlessly, and those R's hit his ear like a symphony. Her big brown eyes widen and she pouts. She became his weakness. He loved watching her submit. He loved watching her give into him every night, but then be a boss bitch every day at work. Kat was a strong willed woman, and in her own way, she had Elijah wrapped around her finger.
"Now, slowly, very slowly, pull down your panties. Interlock your thumbs through the loops of the lace and slowly drag them down, Kitty. Over your hips and beautifully curved ass. Slowly for me. So I can savor every, inch of your skin with my eyes. Slowly kitten."
"Yes, Keeper. Am I doing it right?" She asked as she wiggled her hips slowly. Every new exposure, made him grab himself. He held himself. Trolling himself above his briefs. He loved watching the dark lace contrast against the fair color of her skin. Once the panties made it to her knees, the chair he sat in behind her held him in his excitement. Elijah holds his large cock, and rubs his thumb gently over the head, softly, until small bits of pre-cum push its way out. He rubs his thumb over it and stands up rubbing his wet finger against her bare pussy, getting it ready for him.
Each of his large hands clasped the side of her hips and one by one, he would spank each side up until he left red. Each slap made her scream, but not just any scream, every scream was a number. She had to count until he got to twenty, she knew she had twenty slaps to her skin. To prepare herself for his intrusion. And Elijah's sexual appetite was of the rough sort. So spanking her was just softening her body for his harsh thrust.
SLAP..."SEVEN"
SLAP... "EIGHT"
SLAP..."NINE" she breathed put heavily.
"Does it feel good little kitty? Are you getting ready for me?"
"Yes."
SLAP..."TWELVE"
SLAP... "Ahh THIRTEEN"
"Yes, what?"
SLAP..."FIFTEEN"
"Yes, Keeper!"
SLAP..."SEVENTEEN"
SLAP..."EIGHTEEN"
"I'm ready, for you Keeper."
SLAP..."TWENTY"
"Good girl." He said as she braced herself for his cock, he barely braced himself, before pushing into her with force with his thick stick. His hard muscle, his veiny persuasion. He pushed so hard into her she screamed a guttural, angsty, scream. She felt noise force itself out of her throat.
"FUUUUCK! Me." Katherine yelled as he fucked her with a force of a man on a torturous rampage. His thrusts were so hard and unforgiving. Elijah was holding her small hips giving her no breathing room. Further and further into her. If it was possible to break her, she would've been broken.
"Oh, kitty Kat. This pussy is made for me. Tell me, do you love my cock, sweet kitten?"
"Yes, keeper. I love your cock."
"Tell me how much."
"Uh, uh, uh, aahhhh...I. L-l-l-loo-ove y-y-yo-our c-c-cock, aahaaaahhaa."
He laughed and smiled, and kept at it. Never giving in on her pain scale, he yanked her by her hair. He pulled her face backwards to his and spoke, "Give me your hands, kitten... I'm going to play a little game with you."
Kat reached both hands behind her to him and he grabbed a set of handcuffs. "What game, Keeper?"
"The game is similar to cops and robbers." He says as he reaches for her wrists to cuff behind her back. "Only this game is called bad cop and innocent bystander. Can you guess which one I am and which one you are?" He says smiling sadistically and yet very satisfactorily. He reached began, one by one, locked her hands behind her back.
He punished Kitty Kat until she could no longer use her muscles on her own. Her exhaust was a matter of forcing herself to sleep because there were times when Elijah was too much for her. Then every night, she slept wrapped around him, as if he were her life source. Her arms thrown over his chest and naked. Elijah's request was that they sleep naked every night, and that she hold him, like she worshipped him, because he worshipped his little kitten.
"Kitten?"
"Yes my love?"
"I have made plans for your birthday. I'm letting you know, so you don't plan a lady's night, or whatever it is you women do."
"Really? You know my birthday is in a couple of weeks? We haven't even been together an entire year. You don't have to plan a birthday for me." She said almost defensively.
He lay there holding her in his arms. He invested a lot into their relationship. More time than most men would, but he grew to fall in love with her. Almost immediately. He made her his girlfriend right away and she accepted. She even accepted his sexual appetite and matched him.
"I would do anything for you. Regardless of the amount or length of our history."
She looked at him puzzled. Elijah had been acting slightly off lately and a bit more attached to her. "Elijah, I should probably go back to my place tonight. I just remembered I need to be there early... For ummm, the cable guy?"
"Was that a question or a statement, kitten?"
"A statement."
"Okay, because it sounded like you were formulating a lie. Which, makes no sense because we don't lie to each other. Unless... Are you lying to me?"
"Seriously. Just because I want to sleep in my own bed, for the cable guy to come, I have to be a liar?" She was lying. She sat up and looked at him angrily. The sheet barely covering her body.
"No. No, baby. I'm sorry. Come. Lay back down. I will take you home in a couple of hours. Can I lay with you a while?"
She looked at her face and she was unreasonably upset. So he stepped out of his dominate role, and just pulled her to him. "I'm sorry, I just have a lot on my mind. It wasn't your fault. Of course I'll lay with you." She said, but she was hesitant. For the first time in their relationship, Kat became hesitant.
...
Kat came to work exhausted, she stumbled in a little slow, but a lot of happy. She barely spoke coherently and her hair was in a ponytail. Not even like her. Kat never wore a straight ponytail without doing something fancy to it. But today, she wore a plain ponytail, and no makeup.
"So Elijah turning you into a housewife or what?"
"Shut the fuck up Bonbon. Why would you say that?"
"Because, in my mind, you have never come to work looking like a plain Jane. That's what a woman might do, who is settled into her life." Kat didn't like the insinuation.
"I'm still Kat. I just had a long night!"
"Yea! U-huh. I never thought I'd see the day that Kat looked like she was ready to settle down."
"No. Okay. Shut it, Bon-bizzle. I'm just coming off of a long existing session with the freakin king of kink. Do you know I was arrested for being, innocent last night? Did you know it was possible to be read your Miranda rights, while someone is piping you down?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Exactly, I mean, how does he even know the Miranda rights? Do you think my Elijah bear was arrested before, or leads some secret life I don't know about?"
"No. He's Elijah. He's well read, and educated. His father is a judge, Nik is a lawyer, so of course, he's versed in law. He's a man of sophisticated understanding, when it comes to the work of dominance. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't begin reciting the amendments to you and remind you of your constitutional rights, just so he can strip you of them on a power crusade to dominate your pussy. I mean, if there's one thing Elijah loves more than power, it's dominating your pussy."
"I know right. He definitely owns it."
"Bitch, not only does he own it, but your about to tattoo his fucking name on it to ensure no one else ever fucks you again!" They both laugh as Bonnie sits casually at her desk, looking like a librarian at a history museum.
Suddenly an intruder lurks at the door of Bonnie's office without knocking. He interrupts slyly, catching Bonnie and Kat by surprise.
"Naughty, naughty, girl... Kiss your husband with that potty mouth?"
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
Fuck. My first thoughts. How does he know where I work? He's an intruder standing in my office doorway, he had on a navy blue suit with a black shirt and tie. We are both wearing navy blue today. Mental note, we think too much alike. His eyes were electric blue today, and he was so clean shaven, you wouldn't even feel his face on you if he was eating your pussy. Why am I imagining this man eating my pussy? His lips were ripe, apple, red, and his smile is kind of insinuative of the innocence he lacks. He is very sexy and if you didn't know better, you'd think he was an overpriced, gigolo. I'm so angry he's here right now. She's knocked out of her thoughts.
"Mr. Salvatore, what are you doing here? And why didn't my assistant notify me?" She sat up straight and brought slight attitude into her tone.
Kat give him the once over. "Wow, Damon. The declaration is obvious. That's the relentless man I've come to know and tolerate. I'll leave you two alone!" Kat said walking out of the office. Making a goody face to them both.
"Kat, this is a new, lazy day look for you. I'd better give Elijah kudos on the use of his play time." She shakes her head at him. "Don't be giving my man anymore advice. He may be the king of kink, but you're the king of torture. Don't give him any more ideas. I have no energy today."
He threw a shocked face at her emissions. "Stop giving up my secrets, I'm trying to woo Bonnie, not scare her away."
Bonnie watched the entire exchange hoping to buy herself some time to think of how to prepare herself, after the very last time she heard from him was the day before, when he told her if she'd lost the bet he wanted her to call him Maestro, and he would call her Schiavetto. Bonnie became nervous and filled with numbing sensations.
(Flash back to yesterday)
Bonnie was angry with Kol all weekend. He violated her and tried using the excuse that he had actually made her orgasm, but she felt angered and for three days, she didn't speak to him. She felt his need to kiss her ass, but she just wanted space. She woke up and decided to make French toast for herself because she had a sweet tooth for breakfast. She stood in her kitchen sipping a cup of tea, staring into the emptiness. Then she heard her phone buzz from behind her.
Anon: morning Schiavetto
Bon: I'm not sure what that means
Anon: it's my pet name for you
Bon: I'm not your pet
Anon: you're right. you're much more than that
Bon: I have to go...
Just then her phone rings. She was reluctant to even answer.
"Hello. Listen this is getting out of hand."
"Ms. Bennett, we had a discussion the day you came to my home. We mentioned your disdain for the words Master and Slave, and I don't particularly like those words either. However, I think, that with you and I, we can redefine the connotation of it. I think you and I can redefine a lot of uncomfortable human behavioral sensitivities, and... I kind of like the idea of you belonging to me...even if it's metaphorically."
"If you think I'm calling you Master-"
"Maestro. Okay. It's Italian. And I only want you to call me that in private."
"Damon, you and I will never be in a situation where I call you that, for fucks sake! And further more..." That's all it took, he heard her curse, and he knew she lost. He knew it was time to deliver.
"Furthermore, you will be my Schiavetto. So, I will see you soon."
"Mr. Salvat-"
CLICK!
He hung up before she could finish. She quickly looked up the word in the Schiavetto on her phone.
"Fuck!"
Schiavetto - Little Slave
"Got damn him, what the hell? Why can't he just get it through his thick skull that I am not-"
Buzz buzz She looks to her phone, and he texted her again.
Anon: essere pronti per me schiavetto
She googles the translation again, 'be ready for me little slave.'
(End of Flashback)
That was yesterday. Today's she's staring at the am who challenges her very existence!
Kat and Bonnie share an uncomfortable glance, and Bonnie gets up to follow Kat out of the office, until Damon blocks Bonnie behind her desk and doesn't let her leave.
"Bye Kat."
"Bye, Damon."
Before she leaves he followed her to the door where Kat turns to Bonnie and winks, signaling her with a thumbs up. Damon shuts the door, locks it, and turns slowly to her. That smile was wiped from his face and he was filled with sin. He's always looked guilty of something, but today was different... Today he looked like he was about to conduct some illegal drug deal.
"Mr. Salvatore-" she said nervously.
"Eh. Eh. Ehhh." He waived his long finger at her. "I'm pretty sure I told you what to call me."
"Your fucking insane. I'm not calling you-" she was instantly cut off. He was on her quicker than a hooker on a dick. He sat her back down in her chair and kneeled behind her with his hand over her mouth. Then he stood her up, very slowly, took his place on her chair and sat her on his lap with his hand still over her mouth.
"You look beautiful today. You know, Ms. Bennett, you never disappoint. Every time I see you, I want to do unsavory things to you. But I Guess today was the luck of the draw for me. You lost the game, and now... It's time for me to punish you."
oOo Damon's POV oOo
Her fearful, and questionable face excited me. I finally had a chance, to do something about that dirty mouth of hers. She's imprinting herself in my brain. Physically, she's everything. She had on a navy blue pencil skirt, and a silk white, button up blouse. Before she could protest, I snapped two buttons and was inside of her shirt. Groping her gently over her bra, until I broke it. I guess I wasn't gentle after all. I immediately found her perfect little nipples and played with them. I know for a fact, this is a weakness of hers. I still have her mouth covered with my other hand and I was gripping tighter every time she tried to protest my movements. As she sat on my lap, she couldn't even pull my hands off of her as she was too busy trying to hold on to the chair.
"Oh schiavetto. You like to be defiant. I don't typically tolerate that type of behavior. Let alone from a sub. I have a soft spot for you for some reason. But...uhh." He grunts pinching her nipples relentlessly, until her chest starts rising and falling rapidly. She's breathing hard in his grasp, and her breathing becomes almost irrational, all the while she tries controlling it so her employees don't figure out what's happening in her office. "If you were mine, I would begin disciplining you, slowly, a little torturously, until we are both pleased with each other. I would show you what it meant to submit to me. You would hate me for a while, but then, you would begin to love my technique."
"Hmmm?" Was the sound that escaped her mouth as she tried removing his strong hands from her body.
"Si, mio schiavetto." He pulls one side of her sleeve down and begins nibbling her shoulder while playing with her nipples, and holding her mouth. "If you fight back too much, your employees will know you're in here being kinky. If I were you, I'd, sshhhh."
His fingers on her nipples pulled at her throbbing pussy and she wanted to kill him for doing this to her at work.
"I'm going to let your mouth go, schiavetto. But when I do, I need your word you won't yell, or scream. Okay? If you give me your word...and then you renege, I'm going to bound your mouth and hands and do very bad things to you in here. Do you understand?"
She nodded her head. He removed his hands. "Stand up." He said. She stood up and he observed her body from top to bottom front to back. "Turn around, let me see you." She turned towards him and he gazed at the ripped shirt and one side of her exposed shoulder and a partial view of her breast. He looked at her in the eyes and she was in utter shock. He licked his lips when he watched her. "Now, turn back around." She did and he pulled something out of his pocket, he put her wrists together and bound her hands with zip ties.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked with a straight tone. He stood up behind her and whispered in her ear, first blowing his breath on her neck, then letting his lips linger there.
"You aren't allowed to ask questions schiavetto. Now I'm going to sit back on this chair, and you are going to bend over my lap, then we are going to play a game called spank the naughty girl."
"Fuck no."
"Ooooh. Strike four, five, six I can't even keep track, anymore." His beautiful face smiles sadistically as he slowly bends her over his lap. "Look at me." She looks to him and he rips her shirt from her body, balls it up, and quietly demands something from her. "Open your mouth." She opens her mouth and he stuffs a part of the shirt inside. "Shhhh." He mimics sarcastically with his finger over his mouth then flashes that devilish grin again. At this point she wants to hurt him.
He bends her back over and slides her long pencil skirt up her hips, slowly, staring at her skin up until he sees her panties. Once it's revealed she likes lace half thongs, he runs his hand over the skin slowly in circular motions barely brisking her with a light handed touch. He circles her skin softly for a torturous five minutes. "Ms. Bennett, do you remember what you told me to do to you, the night I met you?"
"No. I have no idea what you are talking about." She tried mumbling with the short in her mouth.
"Really? I think you are lying? Are you lying?" She shook her head no. She was so nervous she didn't realize what was happening. "Tell me Ms. Bennett... Do you remember our private conversation, the night we met after your husband left your home?"
"No." She mumbled shaking her head.
"Oh come on now, did that wine really cause you to forget?"
She said nothing. She just sighed disappointingly. She was out of options. He was sitting in her office, at her desk, having her bent over his lap.
"I thought so," he said satisfactorily.
SIGH.
"You asked me to do what, that night? Tell me."
"I told you to Spank me." She mumbled.
"Oh, this is too good, hold on baby. I'm going to take this shirt out of your mouth so you can tell me again." Slowly he pulled the shirt out of her mouth while she rolled her eyes at him. "Okay, what was that again? What did you tell me to do?"
"Spank me." She whispered
"I'm sorry, what was that?" He was taking this too seriously, getting too much satisfaction from her being at his mercy.
"I told you to... Spank me." She gritted through her teeth.
"I mean, I don't know about you, but to me, It doesn't really feel like you mean it. What did you tell me to do, Schiavetto?"
He angered her and she said it louder. "I told you to...SPANK ME!"
"With pleasure." He put her shirt back in her mouth and then... When she least expected it.
SMACK!
He spanks her. Making her jump and attempt to scream. "Mmmm." She could barely make a noise, but the stifling scream didn't stop the pain.
Bonnie's arms were bound tight and she couldn't move them. She tried catching his hand when she felt him raise it up and get ready to come down again, but he was too strong. His hand came down relentlessly fast, and the sting felt like a thousand needles all at once nipping her skin.
Damon continued spanking her. With intervals stretching between 2 to 3 minutes. He didn't just spank her repeatedly, he made her wait in between while he distracted her with flirtatious conversation. Drawing up her anticipation and forcing her fear to rise and fall repeatedly. It was torture. He was torturing her. He rubbed his hand in circular motions over her reddened cheeks and just feeling her beautifully firm in the right places, fat in the right places, lady lump.
"You have a beautiful ass. Do you know the things I could do to you?"
SMACK!
"I imagine, how you feel from the inside from time to time." He tortured her with his words while his hands rubbed the skin of her ass. "I imagine how wet I could make you, and how the heat of your body might make me hard."
She bit down on her shirt as his words were making her gush. Literally. He wanted to feel her.
"I can see my hand print on you shiavetto. Should I stop?" She said nothing. Are you my Shiavetto?"
She shook her head no.
"What if I told you, you didn't have a choice?" He pulled her shirt from her mouth.
"Then I'd say, fuck you!"
"God I love your tenacity."
His hand rubbed her and just before she thought to shake her head no...
SMACK!
Damon cocked his head to either side cracking his neck and getting some satisfaction from spanking her. For every curse word she's ever said in front of him, he kept track of and spanked her for each one. Seventeen spanks to her ass. Some soft, some stung, some were pleasurable, some a little painful. Either way, she was soaking wet when it was over. When he was done, he could tell somewhere in the middle she shed a tear or two, but for the most part she took it as it was delivered to her.
He stood her up and stood up with her. Then he took the shirt out of her mouth, leaving the zip ties on. He kissed her cheek, near her shaking lips softly and smiled. "That was beautiful. You are beautiful." She said nothing to him. She just looked at him. He used his fingers to rub her chin, before pulling her back in for another peck on the side of her mouth. He really wanted to kiss her lips, but her refrained.
"What's my name schiavetto? Who am I to you?"
She didn't speak. She kept looking at him and all of his machismo.
"It's okay. We will work our way up to it. You are lucky I have a soft spot for you." He pulled her to him, he kneeled down to her beautiful, perky, ass and stared at his hand prints on her skin. She had a few slight welts of finger prints, and he kissed them incredulously. He really couldn't believe he was in her office. Gentle kisses flooded her skin before he lowered her skirt back down.
"I went shopping for you. Myself. I asked Kat for your sizes, but, I picked it all out myself. I figured I might ruin your clothes, so, I bought you a few things." He handed her two Designer bags. "Now the next time I see you, maybe you'll be wearing something I picked out for you." He grinned at her. "Oh, and I bought you some Eucalyptus oil. It will be good to use it when I leave."
"Are you going to remove these ties on my wrist?"
"No. I'll leave that to Kat. I'm not stupid. You'll probably try to kill me." She rolled her eyes and smiled angrily with her lips pursed together. "Til next time schiavetto. Ciao Bella." He walked out closing her door, notifying Kat about her current indisposed disposition.
Kat came running in, "Oh my god, Bonbon. What the fuck happened?"
"Don't ask, please."
"I leave you alone with him for an hour and this is what happens. Your tits are out, your shirt is ripped. Your hands are tied. Just tell me this."
"Do I need to kick his ass? Was it forced?"
"Honestly? I don't know." She said still in deep thought over the way he used her own body against her. And not one time did he penetrate her, or kiss her. It was dark, twisted, powerful, and very, very, orgasmic. She turned her back to Kat. "Please cut this crap off."
"This is different for you Bon. What did he buy you?"
"I don't know. Clothes. But my bra is broken and I-I - I don't know. I'm rambling. Let me get dressed. I've got a lot of work to do." Kat looked in the bag and saw lingerie and dresses, and shoes.
"Wow, this stuff is beautiful. Chanel, Prada, Gucci, Dior? Shit, this man can't possibly... Well yeah he can. He and Elijah love fashion. Well, Bon I'm gonna let you get to it. Luckily you have a bathroom in your office. Take the time you need I got the office staff under control. Call me if you need to."
"Sure thing, I'm good though." Bonnie covered herself and locked her door. She had no idea how to feel. Kat walked out of the office and smiled. She knew Bonnie was confused. She knew her best friend didn't know how to process what just happened. But she also knew it was exactly what Bonnie needed. She grinned from ear to ear and went back to work.
oOo Bonnies POV oOo
What the fuck just happened? Like what really just happened? This man came into my place of work, locked me in my office and spanked me. With his bare hand to my skin. I don't know how to feel about what just happened. I mean, got damnit. I'm so frustrated. How dare he come here and do that? And these bags. These fucking bags of clothes. If it weren't for my shirt being ripped, I think I'd throw this shit away. Now I have to figure out what to change into. This is all, non-black clothing, why would he do this? He knows I love dark clothing. I'm not sure I should be shocked that he shopped for me, or that he picked out the clothes himself. I went from Navy blue and white, to a pink, sleeveless, v-neck, fitted, sheath dress. I hadn't worn this color in years. I'm going to let my hair down and put on my new heels. I didn't plan to wear any of it at first. I can't just accept his gifts. If it weren't for my torn her shirt and bra I couldn't do it. I still have an entire work day to get through though. As for my spanking... How do I feel about it? I'll have to figure it out, I'm still confused. Damon is trying to make this a regular thing. Is he Pershing me, while I'm with Kol? Am I with Kol? Fucking Kol! Shouldn't I be angry that he has no respect for my husband, it signifies his lack of respect for me. I think I should really end this charade between us before it gets out of control. Damn, my ass stings.
After an hour, he texts her. Send me a pic in your new clothes.
Bon: no
She still didn't save his number in her phone. He was still Anonymous. She named him Anon.
Anon: schiavetto, why so defiant?
Bon: -
Anon: I deserve that
Bon: middle finger
Anon: clever girl
Bon: I have to work
Anon: are you mad at me?
Bon: yes
Anon: I'm sorry, let me make it up to you
Bon: your psychotic
Anon: a little neurotic, maybe
Bon: I'm not some conquest okay
Anon: I know. you are so much more than that
Bon: so stop trying to control me.
Anon: I need to see you again
Bon: I'm busy all week
Anon: you don't miss me?
Bon: I just saw u, and u fucking spanked me
Anon: didn't you enjoy it, foul mouth?
Bon: I'm busy... My phones going off now
Anon: wait, somethings not right
Anon: talk to me, please
Bon: what do you want me to say?
Anon: did I hurt you? (He was genuinely confused)
Bon: I really think we need to keep some distance from each other
Anon: Don't do this. Whatever I did, talk to me
Bon: don't text me anymore
Anon: Bonnie, please don't do this
Bon: Good bye
Bonnie turns her phone off and finishes working. She tries to get him out of her mind and focus on work. She didn't know how to feel about what happened. Damon made her feel things she wasn't comfortable with feeling. He challenged her and made her doubt everything she's ever known. She was beginning to question her feelings towards him, and the fact that she was married, she realized she must have been doing something wrong. Bonnie buried herself in paper work to the point she didn't even speak to Kat before she left.
Later that night when she gets home, Kol had dinner waiting for her and soft music playing in the background. He greeted her kindly when she came in, took her bags out of her hands and sat them on the counter top. The music played and he swayed along with her. She let him hold her while she tried to figure out if she wanted to hold him back. After slight hesitance, she did. She still couldn't stand him though.
"Darling. You look beautiful. I don't remember seeing this dress."
"Yea, it's kind of new." She said with a frown.
"I love it on you."
"Thank you."
"So, I wanted to tell you, I went back to the firm and got my old job back." These were words she wasn't expecting to hear.
She pulled up in surprise. "Seriously? You did?"
"Yes, darling." He smiled, hoping he was making her feel a little more secure with him. "I will be working full time again and I won't be here every day, in time to make dinner. But with my job, I figured I'd get a housekeeper, so that by the time we both got home, we'd be able to still enjoy dinner together."
"A housekeeper? That's kind of pretentious don't you think?"
"No. In fact, I thought you'd pat me on the back for making an executive decision, an economically smart decision, for the new schedules with both of us working. Listen, Love, I know you hate the idea of someone in our house, because you can't control their cleaning and organizational methods, but it'll be an employee. They work for you. You make the rules. Darling. Please I'm trying. I even talked them in to starting me at a 15% increase from what I left with. More money, more responsibility. Love, I'm manning up, like you asked." He looked to her with pleading eyes and tears afloat trying not to taper down his cheek. All she could feel in that moment was guilt. Guilt for she and Damon's flirtatious meetings, she and Damon's secret conversations. Damon, coming to the office and doing things she secretly yearned for. Yes, Kol cheated, but was he really trying to redeem himself? She couldn't be sure. All she knew is she kept away from him for a week and the man who's face occupied her thoughts just came to her office and spanked her, dominantly. Making her feel like she was his, making her feel like their connection was turning into something she didn't have a name for.
"Okay, Kol. You made a decision. I trust you. Let's try it out and see how it works."
"Great, love. I know you won't be disappointed. Now come. I've made steamed rice, asparagus, and baked salmon with a lemon zest and caper sauce."
"Umm okay. Who are you and what did you do with my husband?"
He smiled and kissed her. "Rebekah told me about something called Pinterest. I went on and... bloody hell! The things you can do, if you just read directions. Besides she kind of walked me though my shopping trip at the store."
"You went through all of this trouble, Kol?"
She laughed at him. "Thanks for thinking about me." Bonnie's guilt sat in her stomach about what happened earlier in the day when Damon surprised her by coming to her office. She swallowed hard, and her gut held onto this insane heavy weight. She felt a little weak in the moment, and over-heated and when he noticed, he sat her down and poured her a glass of cold water.
"You okay, my love?"
"Yes, just a little light headed is all."
"Ahh, darling, drink the water. And having a little dinner, should help settle you." Kol smiles that boyishly handsome smile at her, and even if she wants to feel the same way that she used to about him, that night changed the course in their relationship. If a person can even call what they have a relationship. Bonnie didn't feel like being intimate with Kol, and she closed herself off to him mentally. What was she still holding onto, but the guilt that if she left him, she'd be a failure?
After a while. They head to bed. Kol asks Bonnie if they can share a bed again, but she told him, she didn't think it was a good idea. She went to her room, and he went to the guest room.
Kol made a phone call...
"Hello, it's set. You'll start next week."
"Okay, and I'm just supposed to clean your house every day?" She asked.
"Yes and No. You'll clean, help prepare meals. I just need your boyfriend to pose as my pool boy. So let me speak to him."
"Okay, hold on." Davina calls to Caleb and he comes to the phone.
"Caleb, you should be by once a week to check all of the wires and tap into my phones and computers audio, video system once it's installed."
"When will that be?"
"I have someone coming in to do that in a couple of days."
"I need you to upload that special spyware and make sure it's functioning properly."
"Okay, bro. So, am I looking for something in particular?"
"I need you to make sure the recorded conversations regenerate into emails, and automatically send to me at the end of every day."
"I can get into a lot of trouble for this." Caleb noted.
I have connections, you're fine. Just be discreet. And please I don't want you guys fucking in my house."
Caleb laughed. "Okay, well, make sure you tell my sister, owes me for this."
"You and April can work out your own form of payment. I'll be by this weekend to see her."
"Alright. I'll see you next week, me and Davina are leaving this weekend."
"Sure, Mate."
Kol Hun up the phone when he heard Bonnie shuffling about.
Bonnie wanted to wind down. She undressed slowly looking at the dress he bought her. He had exquisite taste, either that or he studied her well. She was willing to bet it was a little from column A and a little from column B. She walked over to the beautifully, large shower and turned on the hot water only.
The hot water and steam of her shower was the remedy she needed. She allowed her body to soak in the heat through her pores and she inhaled and exhaled slowly over and over. She ran her hands over her body and when she made it to her backside, only still feeling a small sting, a memory flashed through her head.
[His hand came down on her skin, as the sting tortured her senses, he left his hand there and cupped her. Massaging and kneading her meaty flesh between his strong fingers. "You like that, Schiavetto? When I massage you, huh? What if I move my fingers down a few inches, and touch your...? Oh, baby your so wet for me. Wow, you like being spanked don't you?" Damon proceeded to slide her panties over slightly to really relish in her juices. He used his middle finger as his hand cupped her kitty, to push into her wet slit, her juices allowed him to slide right in. Once his finger was in her, he cupped it, and moved it back and forth slowly. "Yes baby, your so drenched for me. I love how I make you wet Schiavetto." She moaned through her covered mouth, and he was making her feel embarrassed for getting so wet, so fast, so easily for him. "I want to taste you. Can I taste you?" She shook her head no. "It's a shame. You smell delicious." Just then he licked his fingers, since it's all he could do. "Mmm." He moaned lowly. All the distractions he gave her, in between spanking her was confusing her. Why would he make her feel pleasure and pain? He was confusing her and she put up with his torturous methods for forty-five minutes. When he was done, he whispered in her ear... "I can't wait to see your face the first time I make you cum. And the second and third, and so on." He was planning ahead. This was a one-time thing, she thought. She couldn't make him any promises. She was a married woman. His blue eyes and his wicked smile were her punishment for cheating on Kol.]
She finished her shower and didn't even feel like doing her entire night time regiment of washing her face and flossing tonight. Let alone dealing with her hair. She turned to examine her body. His hand print rest on her, she smiled slightly, then giggled to herself. But she quickly stopped realizing he had too much power. She put on her white cotton panties and tank top and hopped into bed. Bonnie wanted Damon out of her head, but he made it impossible, the way he forced himself inside of her head. Just as her lids felt heavy, and she began drifting her phone buzzed. She ignored it, realizing that if she looked at the text she'd have to start her drifting sequence all over again. But the buzz was relentless and it happened about three times. The test messages read:
Anon: are u in bed?
Anon: hello
Anon: please don't shut me out
Bon: I'm trying to sleep
Anon: I knew you'd answer
Bon: stop harassing me
Anon: u going to report me?
Bon: yes
Anon: are you sleeping alone?
Bon: gn
Anon: are u angry with me?
Bon: why do u care?
Anon: because I never want to hurt u, did I hurt u?
Anon: What did I do wrong? Please talk to me
Bonnie picked up the phone and dialed the nameless number. It rang and rang and he didn't answer. He had nerve to contact her and get personal with her to the point she was violating her marriage just by texting him, then he had the nerve to ignore her phone call. So she has no choice but to text him.
Bon: u know what? Fuck u
Anon: I'm Sorry. It's just, I'm not alone right now
Bon: Geez really? Of course not (She rolls her eyes)
Anon: this wasn't planned okay?
Bon: I see how you do things.
Anon: Yeah? How's that?
Bon: Come to my job, spank me, then go fuck your bitch!
Anon: Whoa. Hey!
Bon: yea well, don't worry who's in my bed then,
you and Hooker, I mean Sugar have a good night.
My phone is going off.
Anon: Bonnie?
Anon: Please don't ignore me
He jumped up, went into another rooms d dialed her. Her phone went straight to voicemail. He didn't think she'd really turn her phone off.
But she did. She turned her phone off and went to bed. She didn't let him torture her anymore that night. But it was her mistake, because he was tortured with her turning her phone off. Bonnie Mikaelson would deal with the repercussions of her actions. She had no idea how much he was willing to do to get her to give in to him.
..the next morning..
"Bonnie? Baby, are you up yet?"
Bonnie was up texting back and forth with Damon pretty late. She was buggin' over everything, forced to face the idea she was dealing with being just as bad a Kol was back when he cheated. She knew it was wrong, she knew she had every right, but she also knew that the guilt was eating at her. She wasn't Kol. She was the responsible spouse. The attentive spouse, the spouse who tried to hold it together.
"Bonnie, Love. Wake up. I'm leaving, I just wanted to see to it you were okay. You were lightheaded last night."
She stumbled a bit until she rolled over and pulled the covers off of her face. She looked at her clock and it was 6 am. She missed the time slot for her morning run. She barely fell asleep three hours ago after texting with Damon. She heard him keep knocking. It was great of him to cook her a good dinner the night before and tend to her, decide to hire a house keeper and make some executive decisions. He is still knocking.
"Yea, I'm up Kol."
"Okay, love. How are you feeling today?"
"I'm better honestly. Thanks for asking. I'm going to get ready for work," she opens the door and he's looking at her smiling. Making her feel guilty. "Have a good day at work."
"First day back at the old firm, more money, I see better days ahead for us, baby. I'm trying okay. I really am trying."
"I know Kol. Thank you." She looked down and went to close the door. He stood there feeling a little bit of relief. Bonnie appreciated his dinner, and she welcomed his comfort the night before. Now, thanks to Nikklaus, he got his old job back and he was going to try and make a huge turn around. He left for the day and was on his way to becoming a better man. Today was the start of a new life for Kol. He wasn't ready to lose her.
Bonnie lay in her bed in her tank top and cotton panties. She always preferred to sleep in white cotton panties. She threw herself into thought and sank inside of herself. Today, Kat had the early shift. So Bonnie wallowed a bit in self-pity.
Bonnie was lost, unsure of what she was doing. She wanted to do the right thing, and she wasn't sure what the right thing was. She was raised to belief marriage should withstand the hard times. Marriages are for better and worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health... Til death do us part. In her mind, her and Kol were going through the 'worse' part. Was giving up on him fair? Was being hard on him fair? She didn't know anymore, she watched her parents go through tough times and still, they managed to be married for 35 years. She just never wanted to let anyone down, and she wasn't raised to give up on anyone she loved. She cried, to herself after he left. She held herself in a ball on her bed and cried. She just lay there feeling like she wanted something she couldn't have, and that no matter how much she wanted it, she had to help Kol through his addiction, or his problems before just leaving him alone. But she had every intention to leave Kol for good.
"Why, God? Why is the universe against me? I just, I just want to be happy. I don't need all of the bullshit that comes with my lack of understanding anymore. I don't know what to do, God. Dear Puzzling universe... Please, give me a sign. What the hell should I do?" She cried harder, and then she sat up on the edge of her bed. Her feet dangled over the edge not touching the ground. She looked like a teenage girl. She wiped her tears away and put on her big girl panties and gave up on the self-pity thing. It just wasn't her to pity herself. She instantly felt guilty for crying, because in her mind, she had a good life. She was dealing with a first world issue, and realized her trivial problems were nothing compared to most people's. She decided it might be time to re-evaluate what happiness meant, and then...
Her bedroom door opened and scared her. She turned to look at the intruder, "Kol! Don't you knock anymo-"
He just looked at her. Unwilling to be pushed aside for her stupid guilt. She deserved better than that, in his mind.
"I knocked, but you didn't hear me. I rang the bell, but it was unlocked. So I came in."
She was red faced and he could tell she was crying. She turned to face him, and realized she was almost naked, so she grabbed her sheet and covered herself. "Damon, why the hell are you here?"
"Because I refuse to let you just, push me aside. Not when I have no idea what I did wrong. Talk to me."
"You... Should really go, before Kol comes back."
"I saw him leave in work clothes, he's gone for the day. Don't lie to me. Don't push me out."
He walked towards her quickly, and she moved away. "Stop, right there! don't move another fucking muscle."
"Your mouth is terrible. I'd punish you, but, I'm thinking that's why your upset with me. Did I hurt you Bonnie? Did, you feel violated, because your body told me you liked it. Your motions, your actions, I was just feeding off of your desire."
"No Damon. You didn't hurt me. Okay. I don't know, what you think you're doing, but I'm married. Kol is my husband and we are working things out and-"
He was on her body within a second of her own life. Her tank top was gone and his jacket was gone and he was holding her while her legs wrapped around his waist, and he didn't care the status of her marriage. She was his, from the moment he met her. He could make her happy, he could give her things, Kol couldn't, and he didn't want anything more, than to be the man who made it all better for her.
His hand moved to the bun in her hair pulling it out, running his fingers through her hair to the root, grabbing her hair and pulling her head to the side so he could kiss her neck. His tongue and lips were caressing her skin with a hungry fervor. She swore she felt his teeth.
"Damon..." She moaned.
"Not my name... Don't call me by my name."
"Mmmm. Stop we can't." She moaned out while roaming her hands over his back.
"Yes we can." In between kissing her neck, he was trying to convince her they were right. He laid her on her bed and pulled his shirt off. The second she saw his chest and abs she gasped. Her bare breast were on display and he bit his lips looking at her almost unable to contain himself. Slowly his pants were being undone and he held his belt in his hand.
"Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson, about why we don't ignore my texts."
GULP.
'I'm so fucked!' She thought.
A/N - So I know everyone hates Kol. Rightfully so. But he's part of the story. Lol he will obviously not allow things to be easy for Bonnie. Bonnie has decided to leave Kol once she knew he was cheating on her, but she wants to do the right thing and help him get through his issues first. In her mind you don't leave someone at their lowest. She tells Damon her and Kol are married bc she doesn't want Damon thinking she's just easy to win over. She is tortured by her feelings for Damon, because she wants him, but... She fears his intentions are just to win her. She doesn't wanna be someone's conquest. That's why she's hesitant. Kol is about to keep heavy tabs on Bonnie now that he's got new job and fears she's cheating. Kat professed Elijah being the one to Bonnie before but suddenly, she felt some hesitance with him this chapter with him... Hmmm. Kaljah's story will pick up more as well. Damon wants Bonnie. Point. Blank. Period. But he's afraid of how she makes him think and feel. She's more than just a conquest, she's special to him.
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