Black Velvet
Chapter 7 - The F Word!
Chapter rating M - Language, Adult situations, Sexually Mature situations and language.
Sorry for the long note :/
A/N - So I understand that there is confusion on what happened between Bonnie and Damon. Why he did that without a contract and so on... The contract will come up, Damon is learning with Bonnie. They are both learning boundaries. She opens his eyes to life, he opens her eyes to giving in. What will it all turn out to be... You just have to keep reading.
As for Kalijah, they are going to have some complications of their own. This is my first time writing Kalijah. So, I wasn't sure I could do them justice let alone have people looking forward to reading about them. So like I said, I have changed my story around a bit to compliment their situation as well. It won't be as hefty as Bamon, but I promise to try and keep them interesting. The Kalijah response surprised me. Thank you all for your reviews because I appreciate every single one, Ps. Thanks to consensus, longer chapters it is!
Thanks dolls!
Please enjoy:)
"Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson, about why we don't ignore my texts."
GULP.
'I'm fucked.' She thought
"You're not going to use that belt on me."
"No, I'm not. But I'm going to spank you... With my dick. And you're going to like it." She wasn't sure she heard him right.
"Wait, what did you say?" She shook her head in disbelief.
Then she sat up and watched as he pulled his pants down and just before his manhood sprang free she...was awakened by her cell phone.
(Ring...Ring)
Fuck, it was just a dream.
She was mad. Part of her really wished he came to her and tried to figure out what was wrong with her. But it was better this way. It was better that he gave her space, because Kol didn't know how to give her space when he was angry unless he just left for days at a time.
(Ring... Ring)
"Hello?" She answered her phone.
"Hello, Bonnie, dear... This is Elijah. I got your number from Damon."
That sentence was wrong for so many reasons. Especially the one being she was married to Elijah's brother, and it made since for him to ask his brother, not his best friend, which wanted to commit inappropriate acts with her. Then her best friend was his girlfriend, so of all of the people he could have gotten her number, the person he got it from was Damon. Weird. She thought.
"What's up, Lijah?"
"Uh, I wanted to plan a special dinner for Kitty Kat's birthday coming up soon. But I need your help, please."
"You know she and her twin spend every birthday together, right. It's like the only day of the year they don't argue."
"Yes, and I would like to involve Elena as well, if you don't mind calling her, telling her I want to surprise Kitty with something. She knows about the dinner, but, I have another surprise in mind."
"Sure. Anything in particular you need from me?"
"Well, I wanted to make it a special occasion. Inviting friends and loved ones. A small group of people. But, I was hoping you could help me with the menu and the decor?"
"Decor? Lijah, I told you guys I'm not a pro."
"Neither Damon, nor Kitty Kat can stop raving about your interior style. And you know Kat best. I can't very well ask Elena. Kitty Kat would hate me if I did that."
"Of course, you know I'd do anything for Kat. So where will the party be?"
"My place. And it's going to be small. No more than eight to ten people. Bonnie, I have a special surprise for her... So make sure you have a special menu idea. We can chat again later, but I'll give you a few days to think of idea and I'll touch bases with you again."
"Sure. I'll be brain storming, Hun."
"Thanks, sweetie. I'll be talking to you soon."
"Okay, bye Lijah."
"Bye, Bonnie."
Bonnie got off of the phone and was happy. Finally, something to get her mind off of Damon. She could start brainstorming this idea and remember who she was before Damon came into her life.
Until...
Buzz
Text Message from Anon
Anon: Hey beautiful, I owe you an apology
Bon: Yes you do
Anon: About what happened... I'm sorry. I'm so used to...
Listen, I can explain it to you later
Bon: We don't make sense
Anon: I'll make it up to you
Bon: You don't have to
Anon: I do. So, don't forget about our meeting today
Bon: What meeting?
Anon: It's Tuesday. Second room renovation
Bon: Fuck. I forgot about that.
Anon: No worries, I can send a car for you
Bon: No, you don't have to
Anon: Ok, but will you be here
Bon: Uhh, sure
Anon: No funny business. Okay? I promise.
Bon: Fine. I should be by around 3
Anon: Can't wait ;)
..x At work x..
Kat and Bonnie are finishing up a staff meeting, as well as offering a pep talk to their interns.
"You guys have been doing great, we have no complaints about our staff. As a whole, you guys stay on task, meet deadlines, make reputable reviews and conduct yourself professionally as secret shoppers. You guys have blown us away. With that said... We have small bonuses for everyone as the quarter is coming to an end." Bonnie said to her staff.
The staff cheers and claps and pats themselves on the backs.
"So, what we will be doing, is offering a competitive spot on our staff for our interns. We have one opening, and four interns. You guys have a couple weeks left in the quarter. Friendly competition and professionalism. Everyone, is free to go home early today. Now get the hell out of here." Kat yelled out. She was happy about the last part because she wanted to take off early today and get into some trouble, without Elijah. Lately his attachment to her has made her waiver for space. They walked back to their staff meeting room while the employees got their things together to get ready to leave for the day.
"So, I was thinking. Let's have dinner tonight. Just you and me." Kat suggested.
"I can't, I have counseling. With Kol."
Kat rolls her eyes. "Listen, I want to support you and whatever it is you are trying to fix with Kol, but I'm thinking that maybe you should work on just fixing your friendship with him, and not your marriage. Not all marriages are meant to last. Not that I don't think you guys are capable, but me... Knowing you, I just think you're not happy with him."
"You know, last night he made me a gourmet meal? He cooked it. Then, he comforted me when I wasn't feeling good. Like he was very attentive and caring and it felt good to have the old him back. You know? The caring man I met. The handsome guy with the smile that made me melt. He got his job back at the old firm, and he talked them into starting him at a fifteen percent increase. He's trying Kat. He's trying, for me. He did it all by himself. Put himself out there and did it. Then he hired us a housekeeper to help out with things at home since he'll be gone a lot. Like, he's taken major initiative." Bonnie's eyes were pleading for Kat to support her. She just wanted Kat to understand her need for support.
"Okay, Bon. Maybe he's trying. But, after ten years...? He gambles and drinks like nobody's business. He's become toxic, and he manages to make you sympathize with him."
"Kat stop. Please. One day you'll be married, and when the day comes I'll be there to support you. Even ten years later when he's not the same person you married. I'll be there to support you and help you through whatever you need me to." Bonnie said with attitude.
"You're being a bitch."
"No I'm not. You're angry at something else. I can tell how you came in here all stupid acting with a fucked up attitude."
"Pft."
"Pft is right. Babe. What is wrong? Talk to me."
"No Bon. You don't get it. You got a great guy who likes you. A man, who I know for a fact would treat you ten times better than your husband. It's not about being his sub. Do I think you'll enjoy it? Hell yeah. But that's just an extra benefit. I could care less about the kinky shit okay, if you don't want to be his sub, tell him, but give him a shot just as a person. Because the facts are, that he's never had a decent relationship and neither have you."
"Kat, I have to help Kol. No matter how fucked up it seems. For better or worse, means I've got to help him through his issues. What kind of person would be to leave him when he's down? I just want to help him get better first, then, the plan is to leave peacefully, because I just don't need the drama with Kol. We both know he can be petty if he wants."
"Okay. I get it. Fuck. What a waste of a good man Bon. Damon, is-"
"No. Damon isn't my husband. He thinks I'm a conquest and there's nothing about Damon, that I need right now. Not one thing. Okay. He doesn't have history with me. Kol loves me. He's been there through everything. Maybe he just didn't know how to be there after a while. But, the pregnancy fears and when my grams almost died, and then... He helped me get though the last year of college when I wanted to just give up."
"I helped you too Bon."
"You do. You always help me Kat. You are always there for me. I love you for that. But it's not fair for you. You need to focus and begin your life with Elijah, without having to be my support system. Your problem is you focus so much on fixing me, because you're afraid to take a look at your own life. You're afraid to move forward and begin a life with someone, so you focus on me. Stop being afraid to be a grown up. Stop being afraid to settle down, Kat."
"It's not that... okay. I don't wanna end up with a Kol."
Her words hurt Bonnie, but Bonnie knew it was truth. "You are absolutely right. You deserve to end up with someone better than Kol. You deserve, to allow Elijah in, Kat. Kol is stepping up, and it will give you a chance to not have to be forced into this big sister relationship with me. Then you can just be my best friend and focus on you and Elijah." Bonnie knew she had no future with Kol. But she had to be strong for Kat because she could see that Kat was getting to a point where she was pushing Elijah away.
"You are my sister Bon. More than my own sister. That will never change. This is what friends are for. Don't fucking push me away. You see what you do when Kol forces himself in your head. You push everyone away. Fuck Bonnie, stop doing this shit. Stop letting him separate you from the world. Your pushing me away, and I'm willing to bet your pushing Damon away too." Both girls knew each other so well, they could tell when the other was going through it. They each knew, they needed each other in different ways.
"Hell yes I'm pushing Damon away. He came here to my job, and he treated me like I was a little groupie and tried to buy me out with clothing! I'm not that woman, okay I can't be bought or handled like a fucking prize. He made me feel cheap yesterday Kat, like a business transaction."
"Did he make you feel cheap? Or do you feel cheap, because you enjoyed it?" Kat made so much sense and she knew her best friend well.
"Fuck you bitch. You know that. Fuck you!" Bonnie stormed out of the staff room and went to her office for the rest of the day. How could one man, infiltrate her senses the way he did? Her dreams, her mind, her thoughts. And not just because he's embedded into her physical need for a connection, but it's almost obsessive with her. She thinks about him more than she thinks about anything else.
Fuck you Damon Salvatore, for having my head spinning.
.xXx.
Kat was meeting Elijah for Dinner since Bonnie couldn't make it. She hated fighting with Bonnie, but she knew there was truth to Bonnie's words. Elijah's sudden closeness and need for her presence was getting to her.
"Are you ready?" He asked when she showed up to his house.
"Not yet babe. First let's just, have a quickie for the road."
He looks at her quizzically. He continues fixing his cuffs and she begins to undress. He still continues dressing and she continues, undressing. "Stop." He says to her "I'm starving, put your clothes back on. I'm not going to fuck you."
"Excuse me? Since when do you not want to touch me?"
"Don't become presumptuous kitten. I want to touch you. Everyday. All of the time. I don't want you to say no, however, you're being really disobedient."
"Disobedient. Fuck that noise. You are going to be dominating my pussy, because I'm horny and I don't want to think about anything but you inside of me. So please, get over your control bullshit and stick your cock in me, before I go somewhere else." She said with a straight face. He looks at her like she's a raving bitch, because she is.
"You are being quite bitchy, kitten. Quite naughty."
"Yeah. Now do, what you do, and punish me." She walks up to him ripping his shirt off.
"Fuck. Katarina! This is one of my favorite shirts. Why are you being a nuisance?" He yelled. He never yelled at her.
"It's just a stupid shirt. A stupid fucking shirt!"
"It's the shirt you bought me for my birthday, it wasn't just a stupid fucking shirt to me. What is wrong with you today kitten? Stop acting like a brat!"
"This is how it's going to be. You and me, arguing about a shirt, when we could've been making love, not taking a got damn thing seriously. Just living in the moment. That it's what you and I do Keeper. You are breaking the rules. The contract we agreed to states that if we are at dire straits, the person with the most distress gets favor. So I am telling you, you better fuck me! Or I'm gone."
"So, you think you're in dire straits? You rip my expensive shirt, which was a gift from you, and talk to me like you have no respect, and you are the one in distress?"
She rolls her eyes and crooks her neck at him, once her arms fold across her chest, she let her Katitude get her in a lot of trouble. "You're the Dom, right. Well... Act like it!"
Elijah looks at his little naught kitty. Suddenly he didn't feel like dominating such a bratty girl. He just wanted them to give each other space to calm down. "Kitten, you should go home. I'm suddenly at a loss of both appetite and the need for company." They hadn't slept apart in six months.
She was shocked, but she was stubborn. Rolling her big brown eyes, she barks, "Fine!" She tosses her hair and walks out of his house tossing her hair behind her. "You will regret that Elijah." She didn't call her keeper by his pet name.
As she walked to her car she grew so angry, with him, Bonnie, herself, everything and everyone. She wasn't sure what was going on with her, but she knew she needed some space from Elijah. She needed to see if she really wanted what they had. She bragged to Bonnie about how she loved she and Elijah's relationship so much that when she thought about it, she had to be sure if she wanted that with Elijah forever. Hell, did she want Elijah forever, or any man for that sake? Men were a dime a dozen. They came they went and they never had such an effect on her as Elijah did. Sure she had deep feelings for him and she would hate seeing him with someone else, but was she ready for just one man in her life. All she had before and after every man was her friendship with Bonnie. That was one thing she knew how to do. Be nosy, and monitor Bonnie so she didn't have to focus on herself.
Kitty Kat was at a standstill for once in her life.
..oxo..
Baby you're no good
Cause they warned me bout your type girl, I've been ducking left and right
Baby you're no good
Think I fell for you, I fell for you, I fell for you
..oxo..
She thought about texting him, and telling him she couldn't make it. But she wasn't a game player, nor was she intimidated by him. She was okay with the idea of letting him know she was stronger than him. Letting him know she could handle being in a professional setting with him. He wasn't about to scare her out of her own head. She drove to his place, with a plan for his actions.
As it would be said, she arrived at his fate again and pressed the button. "Hello, it's Bonnie Bennett. Can I come in?" Again, the gate opened before she finished her sentence. She drove up the longs stretched driveway and she went slowly, looking at the most beautiful full red roses. Perfectly spread throughout the bushes. He was a perfectionist. She started to feel knots in her stomach. Or was it butterflies. She wasn't sure. No. Yes, she was. Knots are the twisted pain you get when you do something wrong and have to force yourself to face the pain. Butterflies are the tickling sensation you get when someone makes you feel a mixture of both nerves and anxiousness, wrapped up in slight sexual tension. She was feeling butterflies and the queasiness was affecting her facial expressions. She needed to get her nerves in line so he couldn't see how he was affecting her.
Today was a sunny day. She didn't need to park inside of his garage. Although it was opening, and he didn't walk outside, he waited inside of the garage this time. Forcing her to pull inside. As she drove in she kept her sunglasses on. She refuses to meet his eyes with her own. She even dressed a little meek today. A plain, black dress, with ankle boots and a blazer. She wore her hair curled, and half of it was pinned back.
He himself looked a dapper as always, and he wore that rather guilt filled grin, as he looked at her. Stop smiling at me. She thought. She really wanted to rip him apart and have her way with him. Bonnie was feeling a mixture of bitterness and desperation. She couldn't figure him out yet and it was puzzling her. She hated it.
He opened her door for her and helped her out. "Good afternoon, Ms. Bennett."
"Mikaelson. Mrs. Mikaelson."
His snapped his face back and cringed but accepted her words.
"I apologize, Mrs. Mikaelson. So, thanks for coming still. I know I'm not your favorite person right now, so it says a lot about you, coming."
Bonnie doesn't say much. She allows him to help her out, because even if he is on her shit list, his chivalry felt nice.
She walks into the house and she noticed some changes. He put up some wall art, and some flowers, like she suggested. He changed his heavy red curtains to sheer ones, as well as added some rugs and his couch had two throw blankets, and different color throw pillows. His house was normally, just Red, Black, and Grey, only now he added more colors to his house. Which included the fact that he had put out some fresh fruit for her, and California rolls. How did he know?
"Uh, I would've gotten wine, but you drove and I wouldn't have let you leave if you drank, so I just got some sparkling water, if that okay?"
"Damon, you didn't have to-"
"I know. I just, want to make you comfortable, okay. We should discuss business today. But before anything I need to apologize."
"Damon, stop, please... You-"
"No. I owe you this. Trust me. I knew better than to have left things the way I did. You're a kitten, a newbie... And I made a terrible mistake."
"Okay, Damon. I'm all ears." She listened intently to him.
"Well, for starters, you are probably wondering what the hell happened yesterday. I'm sorry. I'm used to dealing with women who have been doing this a while. Women, who know my technique is a little different from other doms. When you and I were in your office, I read you all wrong. I'm what you call a punisher, a torture Dom. I deal with Andie, yes, but she's not my girlfriend. I'll be honest. She hired me, like most women. They hire me to dominate them, fully. Not just like a fun fuck. Women hire me to torture them, punish them. They like extreme, dominant behaviors. They typically want a very strong dominant-"
"Damon, you don't have to explain-"
"I do. Just let me."
"Okay."
"Anyways, women tend to want me to do strange things to them, harsh things that make them forget about the pain they are going through. Divorcees and scorned women. I think, because of what you're going through with Kol, I assumed you wanted the same thing. Granted, I wasn't as harsh as I am with clients, but, still you're not used to it and I really messed up. I think you're better than that. I'm just used to women that only want one thing from me, and that it was I deliver."
Suddenly, Bonnie felt immense pain for Damon. She felt some sadness for his lack of real connections.
"Damon, I'm sorry- I had no idea-"
"No. Stop. You don't owe me an apology. I owe you one, and that's it. You're a beautiful and special woman and I don't ever want to do anything to make you feel angry or hurt by my actions. The last thing you need is another asshole, who doesn't care about your feelings. That's not me."
"I appreciate your words and again, let's just start from scratch. Okay, because I don't think you're a bad guy."
"I appreciate that. And, umm, about Andie, being with me last night when you text me, I was working, at a hotel. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. She pays me to dominate her, treat her like a slave. I don't force anything on women, this is what they ask of me. Still, what she and I have isn't real. Well, it's hard to explain. It started as a job, but it's become exclusive. It's just me her. I don't deal with multiple women. I just deal with her right now. So I guess you could say we are together, in a way... But she's is under contract."
"Contract?"
"An agreement between us about what is and isn't acceptable behavior."
"But you go on dates?"
"No, I've taken her to a couple of social get hearings that I'm invited to where I feel I've needed a date. But I usually don't take women anywhere, unless we've been under contract for a while. Six months or more."
"Oh, I see. Well, I get it, Damon. Thank you. I'm happy you trusted me enough to be honest. Yesterday, I felt cheap. I felt like you wanted to buy my affections after you came and did what you did. I mean, the spanking, I could've handled. I think I was more than okay with your spanking me, until you gave me the bag of clothes and left me confused. I thought maybe you'd... I don't know. I just felt so impersonal, like I was a job you were hired to do."
oOo Damon's POV oOo
I felt immense anger. I know my jaws locked in place and I can feel the vein at my temple throbbing, so I'm positive she can see it. How could I make such a delicate woman feel like a cheap thrill. She didn't deserve the way I left. I didn't know better, which is a piss poor excuse, because I'm a professional. She has no idea how this life style works. Not everyone participates in my kind of kink. What I do, is among the extreme sort, because I'm paid to do it. What I do, is not what Elijah does with Kat. What I do... I shut off every emotion, and dominate women to the bitter end, because that is what they pay me to do. What I do, is extreme, because believe it or not, there are women who just want me to make them forget about their reality, women who pay me to be a fantasy. I have forgotten what it's like to be with a real woman. It's been years. As I watched her honesty, I realize she's done something to me that I'm not used to. She's made me care. She made me want to...evaluate who the fuck I am. Even though, I know I'm not good enough for her, I still want her more than anything.
"You are a beautiful woman Bonnie. Don't ever let me, or another man make you feel like you don't deserve everything."
He walked out of the room for a brief moment and situated himself. He caught himself getting in his feelings and he couldn't let her see him like that. Bonnie was speechless. All of the rude comments she's made to him, everything she'd thrown at him, insult wise, suddenly didn't feel too good about what she's said. Suddenly, he was a person to her and not just a desire or a façade.
"So, as far as this renovation and the work your helping me with, I was thinking about what I would pay you, because it's business after all, but it turns out I don't know, so we can talk about it. For every consult that you come out for, I'll pay you as well as your mileage, and for every room, and on top of that, I'll pay you for your time."
She rolled her eyes and not because he was trying to do what he thought was right, but he was trying to control it, and make it impersonal again. She wanted to avoid talks of business payment right now, she just wanted to get passed the awkward tension.
"Well, things can remain up for discussion, let's just get started."
"Are you in a rush today?"
"Not particularly, but, we both know the longer I'm here the less business friendly this meeting will be." She half smiled and put her sunglasses back on.
"That's not true. Okay. I told you I'd be professional today I meant it."
"Fine. Uhh, so what's the deal with the fruit and the California rolls? You called Kat?"
"Is that bad? I wanted to make sure I got what you like. I know you don't like sushi now. Good thing, that could have been bad. Anyways... I'm just trying to change your perception of me. I'm not a bad person okay."
"It's fine I didn't have lunch today." She says casually. "I can have a couple of bites." He smiled.
"So, is it off limits to ask you if you're still mad at me?"
"I'm not angry at you Mr. Salvatore. We have a professional relationship. We will ONLY have a professional relationship. Therefore, talking about anything else is off limits." She sighed eating her words slowly, which pissed him off but he didn't show it. He smiled and kept it business professional.
"Again, I'm happy you still want to work with me. So, I was thinking of these figures." He pulled out a folder and opened it pushing it towards her. "I was thinking of the one fee for your helping me marked here. Then, I was thinking fifteen percent of that for each consult as well as compensating your mileage both ways, and doubling it. These are some basic figures. Obviously we need to discuss your idea about everything. Any changes you want to make, just look this over and get back to me."
Bonnie was a bit irritated behind his financial proposal. It, once again brought her to feeling like she was cheap. Like he wanted to control her with money. Yes, it was business, but her problem with him, was not understanding when he was being himself or his image. She wasn't prepared to have a heavy discussion, so she finished eating and told him she was ready to see the next room. He walked her back through the long windowed hallway. She saw some improvements in his yard already. The part of the fence that she suggested be removed was already gone, opening the view up to the lake. She couldn't see the rest unless she went into the glass room, she opted out of that. That room made her feel things for him she wasn't ready to feel. That room romanticized the idea of Damon Salvatore and made him seem decent, and lovable. She needed to stay away from the glass room. If it was finished and he showed her, she'd probably want to put it to use. She'd want him to make love to her right there.
"Oh this reminds me. I have your credit card. I can give it back to you now. I'm sure you got your sheets this weekend. It said they were supposed to arrive Saturday."
"They did, thank you. Just keep the card, because I will need you use it again for other orders." He says as he opens the double wooden doors with the skeleton key.
..oOo..
You got me puttin' time in, time in
Nobody got me feeling this way
You probably think I'm lying, lying
I'm used to bitches comin' right 'way
..oOo..
She arrived back in the large room with the cabriole and chase, and the large bed. Then he takes her to another room. It's really intimately sized. When he turns the light on, she sees a beautiful vanity with the old fashioned bulbs. The chair for the vanity has a back to it. It's rounded and again the finish is chesterfield. The majority of the room is a cream color and there is an entire closet for a wardrobe. Already she sees a few things hanging up. Some costumes some lingerie. She sees a wall of shelves with name brand heels and stilettos. Some classy, some trashy.
"Is this a boudoir?"
"Yes. But I have no idea how to make it more personal. It's just this neutral color, and honestly, I can't imagine this neutral color makes a woman feel sexy."
"No, it doesn't. You have a beautiful antique vanity. Where did you get this?"
"I found it at a resale store, and I had the idea to re-purpose it."
"No. Don't do that. It's antique. It perfect. Sand it a bit, but don't paint it. The faded wood is perfect. The chair, is beautiful. I'm guessing it didn't come with the vanity?"
"I made it. I looked up somethings online, it seemed easy enough. Besides I'm very good with my hands. I mean, in a handy way." He corrected himself, trying not to flirt.
"Follow through with the lavender for the walls of your boudoir that you used on the chair cushions, but make the closet a darker tone. The less bright light on a woman's body the better. No matter how perfect she appears. Darker tones cater to a woman's physical appearance, making her feel less self-conscience. Mirrors in the closet all around so she can play dress up and watch herself before you see her.
For a few seconds Bonnie imagines it's her boudoir and her closet and she sees herself modeling and playing dress up. She kind of phases out of conversation and stares into space. He notices and he lets her. Just watching her. After a few moments she smiles and he catches it. How freeing it must be to have a boudoir at your disposal to play dress up and become someone's fantasy.
"So... What's a good darker color to use?"
"Purple is solid against any skin color. Brown, tan, white... And you've got the dark wood going. It's perfect. More lights in the closet. Get those old fashioned bulbs, and line the mirrors in this closet. Now, the boudoir room, keep it maybe lavender. This room should remain bright so a woman can see her makeup perfectly while she does it. Lighting is key to make up."
"Can you maybe order make up? And wigs and perfumes and curling irons or whatever a woman needs to feel like a princess, really good brands. Things a woman can appreciate."
"Sure. But you understand it'll be a wide variety of colors since I don't have a specific woman to work with."
He wanted to tell her that she could use her own skin color as reference, but her feared he screwed up any chance with her. He had to be the consummate gentleman to win Ms. Bennett over.
"Perfect. We can knock out two rooms today. This room is kind of going to be conducive to the use of another room."
He walks her through a doorway which is connected to another room. She passes a beautiful stand-alone tub. It was rounded and high on either end and low in the middle. The room with the tub is all white. There were no mirrors inside of the room, just four white walls, one white tub, small white tiles on the floor, and a wooden crate filled with fresh lavender to fill the room with its aroma.
"This room?"
"No. This room is just a bathing tub. I don't want anything else in here, but the tub and the lavender."
"Maybe candles... White candles, it would be a more personal experience, so that you can avoid room lighting." She said quietly. No the natural lighting of the candles.
He looked to her and nodded. "Okay. That's simple enough. Add candles to your list of things to buy please." He agreed with her and they kept walking down a short bright hallway, which lead to a room in contrast. "This is the third room." He cut the light on and it was all black. There was black velvet everywhere. From the walls, to the floors, and there was a tall fixture, covered in black velvet. There's was a tripod and an old fashioned camera along with bright lights in this black velvet room facing the center of it.
"Is this a photo studio?"
"Yes."
"What for? To take pictures of your real life doll?" She asks almost sarcastically but smiling.
"Yeah, but that's not all I would take pictures of." He stands there staring at the area of the room the subject of his photos would either lay, sit, or stand. The area which he hoped to have her one day.
She giggles a bit, "Oh yeah? What other kind of pictures would you take?"
"Pictures or video, of me fucking her."
She's never heard him say the F word. Ever.
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
I dropped my cell phone. I've never heard him say the F word. I didn't even think he used it. And maybe, it was the fact that he never cursed, that made it sound so sexy coming out of his mouth. Once again, my pussy is throbbing because this man fucks me up inside of my head. I actually, felt the word come out of his mouth, as if it was his dick penetrating me, and all of a sudden I wanted him inside of me. He said the F word, and his lip, was accentuated when he pronounced it. As if I was supposed to immediately imagine what it would be like to fuck the man, whose F sound made his lip command my pussy to cream at the sound of the word coming out of his mouth. I mean when he said 'fucking,' he fucked me, he was inside of me, metaphorically. And I get it now, he knows exactly what he's doing. He's the man that knows he's got a psychological advantage over his prey. He just word fucked me and now I need some red wine and my vibrator. I will masturbate to his words, and when I come I will imagine it's him who's fucking me. I'm so fucked.
"Oh crap." She said stumbling over herself. She bent down to pick up her phone. He kept a straight face which became intimidating suddenly.
"You Okay, Ms. Bennett?"
"Yeah, I just am not used to hearing you say... That word." Suddenly she felt weird about saying it. He commanded dominance when he said the F word.
What he said next, she couldn't control.
"Well, first things first, I don't like saying that word outside of the bedroom. Secondly, this is my home and this renovation, as I'm sure you know is my playground." Damon walked into Bonnie's personal space, and pulled her face to look up at his. "I am a man, and I do love to fuck. I, in fact, love to fuck long, and hard, and for hours upon hours." Her heart began to thump in her chest. Her glands were suddenly moistening with sweat, and his closeness caused a throbbing inside of her. Then he whispered in her ear... "You know why I'm known for torturing my subs, why I like punishing them? Why they BEG me to punish and torture them?"
She shook her head no and he told her anyways. "Because I FUCK way harder than I punish, and most women can't handle getting fucked by me."
Every time he said the F word, he said it with force. He said it as if it was a thrust, and he was fucking her with every harsh thrust.
She blinked several times and put her hand on her chest to process what he said.
"Damon-"
He cut her off before she could say something that was going to make him want to rip her clothes off and show her what he meant.
"So this room, is all black. Should I change it?" He asked as she tried catching her breath.
"No. Black is perfect. Is that a bed under the fabric?"
"Yeah, I wanted it to kind of blend in to the back ground."
"It's perfect."
"Look up. Is the mirror too much?"
"Got damn. I mean, no, but... What's the purpose of this mirror in a photography room?"
"I like for a woman to watch what I'm doing to her. I like when a woman can see me fucking her, licking her, fingering her and just plain having my way with her."
Bonnie's nipples are now hard, showing through the top of her dress. He observes this and he's trying to be on his best behavior. He looks at her nipples then at her. He stares at her as if she is off limits, but he wants to touch her, more than he's ever wanted to touch a woman. She's so hands off; it drives him crazy.
"Wow, okay, well. You are detailed with your sexcapades. So detailed you had a house built to cater to your sexual desires."
"Yeah. I take it seriously. So, only one more room left and I'll be out of your life for good."
"I suppose. You are right. Except there's always the mutual friendship between Elijah and Kat."
"I can be alone in a room with you Bonnie Bennett."
"Mikaelson."
"Okay, that too..." He said sarcastically. "If we can be cordial, there shouldn't be an issue. I will respect you and your boundaries."
"I appreciate that Mr. Salvatore."
"Can, we finish eating and maybe discuss any finances you may want to discuss?"
"Of course." He walked to the doorway and held the door open for her and when she passed him he gave her little space so she could squeeze past him. Enabling their bodies to rub. She couldn't even be mad. A part of her loved what he did to her, and he smelled too good to be true.
"So, since we will be around each other more often, I just thought maybe we could chat, get to know each other."
"Sure, Damon... Where do you want to start?"
"Well, we decided last week, that there were three things we would save for later discussions. For example, the name of your car?"
"Josie? Oh okay, that's easy. Josephine Baker was my inspiration. She was a famous, woman of color, in the earlier part of the twentieth century, who went outside of cultural boundaries and made a success of herself. When the American people didn't accept her, she went to France and became a famous performer. She was uninhibited, and she was unafraid of what the public thought about her."
"You are very interesting Bonnie. I'd say one of the most interesting woman I've ever met."
"Ahh. I'm okay. What about you? What's this new art on the wall?"
"First tell me what you think about it."
"Okay, I think it's just perfect. It's plain, not too much. Just the right touch of color."
"I did it. I painted it."
"No you didn't." He was trying to be convincing.
"Yes I did."
"Damon, don't try me... I don't believe that. Tell me who really painted it."
"Okay, okay. I have many professions. I'm a man of many interests. One of my professions is that I am an Art broker. These were a couple of pieces that caught my eye. I mean, they're not too crazy and I don't think there's any crazy meaning behind it. It's just a good solid piece to add to the decor of a room."
"Every piece of art has meaning Damon. But, your opinion of this is your interpretation, and that's perfect."
"So do you interpret from it?"
"Nothing crazy. It says freedom, and it gives a light-hearted feel to your dungeon." She joked.
"How did you know I call my house a dungeon?"
"I didn't, it was a joke." She laughed but he had a straight face. "Okay, I see someone's not in joking mood today."
"No. It's not a joke, I'm serious. It's a dungeon. I don't joke about that. Why do you think it looked the way it looked?"
"Well, I don't think it is a dungeon, I was joking. However, it's more inviting now. It doesn't look like a dungeon. Dungeons are for punish...ing... People." She thought about what she was saying as his eyes penetrated her to her core. He had been looking at her a certain way all afternoon which was making her nervous. Not to mention the way he said the F word earlier, was still dancing around her clit, making her feel things about him she shouldn't have felt. He was inside of her head, more than she realized. "This isn't a dungeon. You don't even invite women here."
"I didn't invite women here. I hadn't invited women here before. Until you."
"So now, you plan to invite women here? Is this why you changed it all up?"
"I changed it up for one reason."
"I see." She didn't know how to take it. She didn't know how to take him. "You're making me nervous Damon."
"Why is that Bonbon?" She smiles, the only other person to call her that was Kat.
"I think, maybe you're opening your heart to the possibility of a blossoming love, with Sugar?"
"Oh you mean hooker, or bitch? I'm pretty sure you called her both of those." He spoke disappointingly, yet slightly amused.
Bonnie felt embarrassed for how she reacted to him the night before in their texts.
"I'm sorry about that, I'm not perfect. I make mistakes."
"You are forgiven."
"Well, I'm sure you're growing a soft spot for the woman who's sort of tamed you."
"Is that what you think? Sugar is taming me?" He pursed his lips and nodded his head. He didn't like the idea of Bonnie forcing Andie into his life in more ways than he wanted her being involved. Deflecting his obvious appeal for Bonnie onto his reluctance for Andie.
"I don't know what to think. You said you two were exclusive." He looked at her disappointingly. She got up and began to get herself together to leave his house. "I should be going. I have to meet Kol for counseling. It's been a really good meeting today." She stood up and adjusted herself so she could get ready to leave. Damon walked over towards her, helping her with her jacket, and talking to her calmly.
"Yeah, maybe we'll get some other things out on the table that we were supposed to talk about today? It doesn't have to be a work related meeting. Maybe we can have lunch, as friends?" She thought about it. His sincerity was humbling.
"To be honest Damon," she looked at him long and hard, and he bit his lip. The same lip he used to say the F word. "It would be nice to have another friend. Kat says I go into shut down mode at times, and I keep myself away from people. So, I think I need to keep myself, busy, so I don't notice how much I actually have to focus on sometimes."
He smiled at her. "I'm happy that you didn't say no. You can be really difficult Ms. Bennett." He said as he opened her car door.
"I told you. I'm not easy."
"You're not. But nothing easy, was worth fighting for." He said standing in front of her, so closely she was breathing his air. Then he placed a gentle kiss to the side of her lips. For a man that didn't kiss on lips, he came close to her lips every time he saw her. She looked him in the eyes and smiled before he finished speaking. "In the meantime, unless it's professional, I'll try to keep my distance."
"Okay. Next Tuesday?"
"Same time same place. If you'd like me to send a driver for you, let me know. I'm sure the drive can be tiring in traffic."
"Not really, it's a good time to listen to my music. Whatever is in my playlist, on heavy rotation tends to be my current state-of-mind."
"Yeah, like what's in your playlist right now?"
"Right now? Elle Varner and The Weeknd."
"Hmmm, what type of music is that?"
"Elle Varner Is Neo Soul and The Weeknd is R&B. I don't think it's your cup of tea."
"Why do you say that?"
"It's nothing like the music you like."
"I'm open-minded. Tell me this... Does your husband listen to it?"
"No, he listens to rock. And on a good day he'll entertain reggae with me."
"So if music reflects your attitudes, I have a weird question for you. What do you listen to when you're in love?"
"Huh?"
"If people's music reflects their moods, it should reflect their emotions, especially when they are in love. I'm curious, what music might Bonnie Bennett listen to when she's elated?"
"That's a good question, why don't you answer first."
"To be honest, I don't know. Maybe the Doors. For some reason. As pothead, and trippy as it is, I imagine fucking to the Doors or even Jimi Hendrix, is an experience to be had."
"Is that music you like to fuck to, or music you listen to when you're in love?"
"Well, to be honest, I've never been in love. So I don't know. I like to listen to classical music, a lot. Especially when I'm being a dominant. Now, your turn."
"Well, hands down... I listen to, or would listen to, Sade. I'd say Ella Fitzgerald, but something about Sade is so penetrating. So, forgiving and so unconditional. I don't know though. If a man can make me listen to Sade, I'm probably... In too deep." She sighed and giggled.
"Sade, huh?" He gave it some thought, and pondered on it. "Bonnie, again, about yesterday, I would never, ever want to hurt you. What I do, with the women who pay me, is different than what most Doms do. Okay? Elijah and Kat, don't do what I do. They have a domesticated partnership. I am a very specified type of Dom, who very stupidly, forgot that you were a virgin sub. Ive been doing this so long, I kind of forgot what it's like in the beginning. No excuses though. So, hopefully one day, you can forgive me. She heard her phone ring, but realized she left it in his kitchen. "Do you mind?"
"No. Go right ahead." He said opening the door to the house for her. She walked back in and something told him to follow her. When she got to her phone it stopped and she didn't bother looking at it, before she gave him her last thoughts on the spanking he gave her. She found herself standing in his kitchen, staring at his focused face.
"For the record Damon, I enjoyed your spanking. Off the record. I don't want you to think I didn't enjoy it. I can handle aggressive behaviors, I'm a tough girl. It's the way you make me feel afterwards that decides what it means. You handing me the bags of expensive clothes, like I was a business transaction, is what pissed me off. I can't be bought."
"I get that now."
"Don't ever make me feel like a cheap thrill." She and Damon made eye contact. They both refused to break it. He walked up to her, and she didn't stop him. His body was against hers as they stood in his kitchen. All he heard was that she enjoyed it. He clenched his jaw as if he was angry but she could tell he wasn't angry, he was just holding back his desires. She looked up at him and then down. She tried walking past him and he wouldn't budge. He grabbed her arms softly. He was putting himself out there. She tried speaking but all that came out was a half-hearted stutter. He shushed her.
"You could never be cheap to me. You're priceless."
..xXx..
You got me touchin' on your body
To say that we're in love is dangerous
But girl I'm so glad we're acquainted
..xXx..
She looked at him with big doe eyes forcing him to let go of all the friendly bullshit. "Ahem." She cleared her throat. He shushed her.
He let his shushing finger linger on her lips a little while. Again, she didn't stop him. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked rubbing his finger along her lips, moistening it with her own saliva.
She shook her head.
"Do you trust me?" She nodded her head. Then slowly he put his finger in her mouth. He played with her tongue. She wasn't sure she wanted his finger in her mouth, but he wanted to coat himself with her spit, "Suck it."
"Damo-"
"I wish I could kiss you, but I can't. So I'll let my finger do it." He was so locked in on that rule, he was stubborn about it for some reason. Maybe he'd tell her why one day.
He puts his finger in her mouth and rolls it around her tongue. He didn't touch any food with his hand, purposely. He let her wet his finger until she pushed it out of her mouth. He unbuttoned his sleeve cuff and rolled it up. She watched him carefully. He then moved his hand towards her dress hem and put his hand under her dress. She swallows her remaining spit and closes her eyes. His hand makes its way to her panties, right above her pubic line. He keeps touching her without a contract of consent, she makes him go against every rule in his own book. But after her words he wasn't sure how to bring up a contract. How could he bring up a contract when she blatantly said she didn't want to feel like a business transaction. But all he does is business, he doesn't do relationships. Why is she confusing him and making him act out of character? He doesn't know, all he knows is he can't stay away from her. He spoke to her lowly.
"I can stop, if you want me to. I will, if you tell me to. Do you want me to stop?" He asked, not wanting to make any move she wasn't ready for.
She shook her head no.
"Words Bonnie." He whispered, "I need words. Should I stop?"
Her lips tremble and her skin goosebumps. "No." She said nervously.
His long fingers make their way to the inside of her panties. He finds that she leaves a small trail of hair leading to her kitty. A thin, landing strip of pubic hair that he gently touches as his fingers crawl towards her warmth. "Mmm." Her mouth makes a small sound when she feels his fingers getting closer.
He watches her face as she bites her lip gently. Her eyes are closed. He's being tender, for once, and she is still excited by his light touches. He's not used to women who want tender touches. Women pay him for his aggression. His long fingers move closer to her opening and she hitches a breath as he reaches the slit of her warmth. He touches her with his finger, the one she sucked wet.
Bonnie's eyes shoot open and she was met with his blue eyes, which don't appear to have come off of her. "Bonnie, your pussy is getting wet for me. Do I excite you?"
"Shut up." She said trying to focus on his fingers. He smiled as he felt her lips moisten, more.
He loves the fact that he excites her. Once he feels her small bundle of nerves, his fingers move slowly back and forth. Her head falls back and he catches her neck with his lips. She felt a finger rub her clit back and forth with such delicate pressure she made small moans through her closed mouth. His tongue ran circles along her neck. Both sensations pull her into his gravity and his touch makes her stir frenetically. He locks his lips onto her and begins sucking the skin of her neck. He is still gently rubbing her clit while sucking her neck. He's never been so careful in his life. He looked into her eyes, "Bonnie, do you want me to stop?"
His rubbing becomes a little more pressured as her juices coat his long fingers. He's not even inside of her, he's just playing with her, but she's soaking his fingers with her sweet nectar and his dick is getting hard just from the feel of her wetness. "Bonnie, should I stop?"
She shook her head 'no.' she could barely speak. He knew she liked a good clit rub, because he knew she could only get off by touching her own clit in the past six years. "Words, Bonnie I need words. Signals are easy to misconstrue. Should I stop?"
"Please don't stop."
"You like when my fingers touch your clit like that?"
"Yes."
"Good baby. You want it faster, or rougher?"
"Faster."
"Good girl."
His teeth graze her neck and he sucked harder all around her neck. His tongue made her wetter, and she was gushing onto his fingers.
"Oh, my... Hmmm, Fu-" he covered her mouth to keep her from cursing.
"No more F word from you."
"What the... Fuhhh...?
"Don't... say that word! Unless I tell you to. Okay? Or I won't let you cum. Do you understand me?"
She saw a slight bit of his dominant personality and looked at him like he was crazy and nodded her head in agreement. "Words, Bonnie!"
"Yes." She breathed out. She didn't think he could make her cum anyways. He rubbed more relentlessly and her legs began to shake. His erection grew harder and she felt it on her leg. He pushed himself against her more so she could feel what he was working with. His hand was strong and she bit her lip to control her breathing. He stopped. Her face shot up at him.
"Do you wanna cum Bonnie?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to make you cum?"
"Yes."
"Tell me baby. Tell me what you want."
"Make me cum. Please. I want you to make me cum." Her voice shook nervously.
His fingers meet her juices again, but he stops rubbing when her phone rings. They both look at each other and he shakes his head 'no.' As if to tell her she couldn't answer it. He moves his lips back to her neck.
The sensation of his fingers and lips on her were like nothing she's felt in years. He could tell she thought about answering her phone so he rubs her clit harder. She lost her train of thought in his movements.
Damon grabbed her phone and saw the caller ID and he turned her phone upside down. It was Kol.
"Who was it?" She asked. He ignored her. His motions continued, one hand on her phone so she couldn't answer it, one on her clit, and his mouth on her neck. Damon feels Bonnie's body tense up and he speaks.
"That feel good? Tell me how I'm making you feel, Baby. Tell me what you like." He started feeling her coming to her peek.
"It feels so...ah." Her breathing was heavier. "Your fingers... I like when you touch me." Her breathing grew erratically. "Ahh. I think I'm gonna cum. Oh my G-G-Gaahhhhhh...hmmm. Please don't stop." She begged like a woman in need of a release. Bonnie grabbed onto his arms and gripped him for dear life. She almost lost her footing. As soon as he felt her body tense up, he pushed a finger inside of her thrusting his will, making her cum harder on his hand, and she held him tight until she exploded. She came as her body shuttered against his, her fingers gripping him for dear life. He loved how her muscles gripped his finger when she hit her orgasm. Her body was releasing so much tension and anxiety, and he did it, he helped her. He did something for her in ten minutes, that her husband hasn't done in six years. She weakens in his clutch. He grabs onto her and holds her gently, allowing her body to calm down. He just held her, loving how it felt to hold her in his arms.
After a few minutes she stops leaning into him. She begins supporting her own weight and stands befuddled. Her breathing was calming and he was still standing in front of her, waiting for her to come alive again, because she lost a part of her soul just now. She looked at him and he smirked. How could such a beautiful man be so dark?
"You okay?" He asked calmly.
"Yeah, I'm good. You?"
"I'm damn good. I just want to make sure you're okay. Are we okay?"
"Yeah, we're okay." She smiles innocently. He wanted to kiss her after her body calmed. Something about her was worth holding on to. And for some reason, he just couldn't let her go. Not yet.
"Good." He leans back into her neck. His mouth works her again. His warm tongue stirred her quickly.
"Damon, I'm going to be late for counseling. What are you doing?"
"I can make you cum a couple more times before you go. You should be nice and relaxed when you're forced to deal with him," he said. "Then I promise, we can go back to being professionals, if that's what you want."
'I really should go. He's going to get me in trouble.'
She exhaled and tried to find an argument against him. But he was right. Dealing with Kol took a lot out of her mentally, and emotionally. She doesn't dare tell Damon how Kol violated her when she was asleep. She moaned at the feel of him, "Hmm. This is wrong, right? I'm mean, you have Andie. I'm married to Kol, and..." He looked her square in the eyes.
"And he really fucked up when he introduced me to you." Damon said the F word again, making her weak. He lifted Bonnie onto his counter top and pulled her panties off, and put them in his pocket after he let the scent fill his nostrils, making her blush and feel out of place. She bit her lip and tried to second guess herself, but he made it too easy to be wrong.
Bonnie didn't leave for another hour. She became the object of Damon Salvatore's desire, and he proceeded to make her cum again and again.
...
She finally gathered her things to go. They were more friendly than business today. She was no longer ashamed. She felt liberated and relaxed. It's been a while since she's felt... Not tense.
"Damon, today was... I mean... You were-" she was kind of speechless. He stopped her.
"Stop. It was my pleasure." He said kissing the back of her hand.
"Okay, I've really got to go this time. I'm already going to be, in trouble."
"I'm sorry."
"No you're not, and don't be. I'm a big girl. I made a conscious choice to stay." She smiled.
"I see. Well beautiful, til Tuesday. Drive safely. For the record. I think it's best, that my driver starts to pick up and take you back, I'm kind of worried about you driving. The weather will start changing soon and the mountain is not always safe to drive around once the cold weather kicks in."
"Your driver can't take me to marriage counseling. It doesn't work that way."
"He can take you to your car."
"Okay, fine. Damon, your driver can pick me up next Tuesday from my office."
He was surprised by her today. First agreeing to meet for a friendly lunch, then agreeing to let his driver pick her up. And for letting him touch her. "You thoroughly surprised me today, Ms. Mikaelson. I think I'm starting to understand you a little. So... How about a kiss for the road?"
She looked at him with serious face.
"It was a joke, I don't kiss." He smirked. "Hey, I was getting you back for the dungeon joke." He opened her car door for her.
"Oh. Hmm, haha." She scoffed. "Off the record... It's Ms. Bennett to you." She kissed him on his cheek.
"Off the record, Ms. Bennett, I do have a dungeon, and what I did today, was me... Being very nice, I'm never that nice."
"Oh." She was shocked.
"But for the record, when I text you, don't ignore me."
"Or what?"
"Or I may spank you again."
She thought about what he said, and it was almost as if he was in her dream from last night. She ignored it and got into her car.
"Til Tuesday Damon." He smiled closing the door watching her until she pulled off.
Damon Salvatore was smart, and he knew she was smart too. It was about who had bigger balls at this point to let go and give in. He was a man, he would prove to her, just why he was the dominant between the two of them. He'll play her game a little while longer, but Bonnie Bennett was going to give in to Damon Salvatore, while he wore his patience on his sleeve.
...
Bonnie drove for about fifteen minutes, and couldn't hold water anymore. She had to call her best friend.
"Oh my gosh. Kat, pick up your phone come on, come on." Bonnie waits for her to answer.
"Hello. Bon. You're not gonna believe what just happened?"
"No, you're not gonna believe what just happened to me?" Bonnie said. "You first."
"Okay, I kissed someone." Kat said, excitedly.
"Wait, what? Not Elijah?"
"No. This guy from my building."
"What the hell Kat? What about Elijah?"
"I'm not married."
"So, you're committed. What the hell, what happened to all of that Elijah's the one talk?"
"Well, maybe I'm not ready."
"Oh yes bitch you are. Don't do this. Don't screw up a good thing."
"Stop. Just because you wouldn't cheat on Kol, doesn't mean everyone's as morally sound as you."
Bonnie thought about what Kat said. She couldn't very well tell Kat how to act in a relationship after what she just did. "Well, I'm, uh... I'm not as morally sound as you think."
"What happened Bonnie, you just left Damon's place. Tell me now."
"Damon, finger fucked me and made me cum three or four times, in every corner of his kitchen."
"You gotdamn whore! He fucking fingered you? What are you, teenagers?" She scoffed.
"Shut up asshole, I'm sorry, one man, ten years... I don't move as quick as you. Oops! Anyways, the point was he made me cum. It's been years since a man could make me cum. Well, since Kol made me cum... and I liked it."
"As in, you like Damon, don't you?" Kat asked. Bonnie remained silent. "Wow, I knew it. Tell me this... Did he ask permission today? Did he, make sure it was okay to touch you?"
"Yes. I, cheated on my husband and now I don't know what to do."
"Easy Bon. You know what to do. You're not the cheating type. You just have to say it out loud to yourself. What do you need to do Bon?"
"I need to end things with Kol. Not for the sake of Damon, but, just knowing that there's so much more to life, and relationships, I need to leave my husband, and see what's out there for me."
"You do. That's life Bonnie. Being able to control your choices, whenever you want. Which is why we are going out and having a girl's night this weekend."
"Girl, it's been so long, just that night I met Enzo was enough to remind me of why I don't do clubs anymore. You meet people and it becomes awkward and uncomfortable."
"My sister is in town. You know we don't get along unless we are in a social situation. You're going to be with me."
"No, I'm not."
"You are, you said yourself you want to see what's out there."
"Kat are you having a midlife crisis?"
"I'm not in my midlife. I'm twenty-eight."
"Then quit acting like you are in crisis about this stage in your life."
"I need this Bonnie okay. Elijah is planning to take me out for my birthday. You know we usually have a girl's night with My annoying twin. So, let's have a girl's night a week early. Please?"
"Fine."
"No slut gear."
"Yes, slut gear. And lots of drinks. Elena promised to be the DD, since she doesn't really drink anymore."
It did sound like fun and Bonnie needed a night with her bestie. "Alright I should hang up, the phone. I'm about to pull into my counseling session. Talk to ya later."
"Okay, bye boo thang."
"Later cutie."
...
Bonnie showed up at counseling and Kol was a no show. He texted her that he was in cross town traffic. A text he sent her while she was with Damon. In her mind it was a lie, it was very easy for him to come up with that excuse listening to a Jimi Hendrix album with a song by the same name. She didn't care. She went home had a glass of red wine, and took her birth control pill. Every night at the same time. Then she laid in her bed relaxed and touched herself to Damon's face, remembering his touch, and the smell of his cologne as her face was met with his chest that day, after she lost her senses. His blue eyes stood out the most, he hypnotized her every time he saw her. She peaked and hit her peak and as she fell from her high, her phone buzzed, and she looked at it, and smiled before a salacious conversation ensued.
Anon: Miss me?
Bon: Not at all
Anon: Seriously?
Bon: ;)
Anon: My fingers miss your pussy
Bonnie blushes.
Bon: Omg
Anon: It's true, I beat my dick to my memories of you, today
Bon: What a mouth you have …
Bonnie wasn't used to hearing Damon talk or even text with such language. Beat my dick? Pussy? Not to mention the F -word. Who is this man?
Anon: Right before I text you
Bon: Ditto
Anon: What? Really?
Bon: I did. Now I'm tired and off to bed
Anon: After all of those orgasms today, you should sleep in
Bon: And you should really pat yourself on the back
Anon: No. I'd rather you pat me on the back while I fuck you
Bon: You are making this very hard
Anon: You've already made ME HARD
Bon: I have to go to bed
Anon: Come to my bed
Bon: Damn, I need another cold shower
Anon: Speaking of shower sex … J
Bon: I'll see you next week
Anon: Okay... And Schiavetto...?
Bon: (Rolls eyes) If you call me that again
Anon: Sorry, I have a request, Sweet Pea...
Bon: What is that, Sir?
Anon: Sir? I haven't been called that in years
Bon: Your request?
Anon: Don't wear panties next week
She blushed again.
Bon: GN Blue eyes
Anon: Night beautiful
What the fuck am I doing? They both thought simultaneously.
They both smiled and neither fell asleep right away, as the day kept replaying in their heads, over and over.
A/N hope you liked this chapter. FYI neither Damon nor Kat are forcing Bonnie into anything. Bonnie makes her own decisions and she's starting to enjoy the company of Damon Salvatore. And for those of you wondering, yes... A contract will come into play. These two are still figuring out how to handle each other. Damon says the F-word, he opens up about his lifestyle, and now Bonnie can't shake him. Hope you like the kinky text sesh! Lets not forget Kol is keeping tabs on Bonnies phone as well as having her computer and their home monitored to keep tabs on her.
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