Black Velvet
Chapter 8 - I can't love you
Chapter rating M - Adult situations, Language, Sexual situations.
Thank you all for your reviews follows and favorites. BTW the Guest reviewer last week... good looking out on that correction in the last chapter. Phew. I fixed that. Also you mentioned how I didn't give Damon's reaction to Bonnie orgasms, I thought about making it a POV last chapter, but I decided I wanted him to tell her exactly what it did to him. I have definitely saved that for a conversation between the two of them but it wont come out until the next chapter. Thanks for all of the love with this story, everyone. Please enjoy this chapter! Batherine and Bamon
A few days had gone by. It was Friday and everyday Bonnie thought about Damon, and worried what would happen if she should stop communicating with him. She tried to keep herself occupied outside of work to avoid thinking about him, but her mind was working in overdrive because no matter how much she wanted to have control over her thoughts of him, he was invading her space. Then he was making it even harder on her, by being nice to her? When she thought he was an asshole, it was easy to write him off and avoid him, but she couldn't control how he made her feel. It was driving her mad with frustration.
Luckily Kat's twin sister was in town for a night passing through on her way out of the country and was trying to get the girls together for a night. Elena and Kat were polar opposites. It was a miracle they got along at times, but word on the street was Bonnie was the reason they half way tolerated each other. After Bonnie and Kats fight a few days ago, they were finally talking again, but they each noticed as the other was beginning to act peculiar.
"So, Bonnie, how is it working with my pain in the ass sister?" Elena wondered.
"Honestly, Kat and I are good together. We give one another the right amount of space. She obviously gets on my nerves at times." Bonnie's says sipping her rum, "but... I can handle that pain in the ass girl."
"Ugh, I couldn't do it. I could barely live with her growing up. She gets on my nerves." Elena tosses her hair behind her shoulders and places her clasped hands on the knee of her crossed leg.
"She gets on my nerves too. I think about shipping her to you sometimes, but your never in one place long enough." Bonnie joked.
"Yea, but, being a flight attendant has been rewarding. I know I don't make the money you guys do, but it's rewarding all the same."
"Oh Elena, money means nothing. It's fulfillment that matters. You and Your boyfriend seem happy. Any marriage plans anytime soon?"
"Oh, Pft. Stefan isn't my boyfriend. But if he was, becoming a Salvatore is a lot harder than it seems. Salvatore men are hard to tame."
"Salvatore, as in, any relation to Damon Salvatore?"
"Yup, Damon's little brother."
"Wow, I had no idea well, how do you like him? Is he as dark as his brother, or as ...?"
"Intriguing? No, he's not too much like Damon. As far as I know they are polar opposites and barely get along, but the only thing they have in common is that they are consummate playboys. It's just, one is a serial Dater, and the other a serial... Lover."
"What does that mean?" Bonnie asked.
"It means, Stefan tells every woman he loves her, and Damon tells every woman he'd love to fuck her."
"Oh got it." Bonnie was beginning to see a pattern with Damon, and he was working his way under her skin. Except she remembers what he said about being paid to do what he does, she had to wonder how accurate Elena's statements might be. She thought about it and sipped her drink until Katherine came back from the bathroom.
"Hey ladies, ready to hit the dance floor? I'm so ready to dance, I got permission to dance with other men and I'm taking advantage of it."
"Permission? You and your boyfriend are into that kink bullshit aren't you? It's so weird." Elena said rolling her eyes.
"Who said we are kinky? Bonnie?" Katherine asked getting defensive.
"No, she didn't say anything about you, except that she can tolerate you way more than I can."
"So it's a good thing for friends like me, who make it easy for sisters like you to get along because I'm just so fucking lovable." Bonnie said laughing.
"Shut up Bonnie. Come on, let's mingle. It's been a while since I've been out alone, flirting with other men, and having that feeling that I still got it." Kat said. She worried Bonnie, because just a week ago Kat was all about Elijah, and tonight, she's been acting like she's single. Bonnie took a mental note to watch her friend carefully tonight.
"I'll meet you guys out there, I have to call Stefan to say good night." Both watch as Elena walks away.
"Wow, how sweet are she and her boyfriend right? I don't remember a time in life where Kol and I did that."
"Please. I'm not a big fan of my sister's relationship style. Number one he's not even her boyfriend. And number two... she's very clingy and it is embarrassing. But if she's happy, I'm happy. She just needs to learn how to give her boyfriend's space."
"Speaking of space... Did Elijah give you permission to wear that? That little thing you have on? Because there doesn't seem to be space between the air and your ass." Kats teeny dress came so high up her thighs Bonnie swore she saw a little cheek action.
"We didn't discuss my outfit Bon. Somehow that little detail skipped his mind, so I kind of ran with it."
"Oooooh, somebody is in for a rude awakening when her man finds out what she wore tonight."
"But he won't find out. Besides, he's not my father."
"Wait a fucking minute. You run everything by Elijah. You talk about how much you love him and miss him when he's away. This whole week you seem bothered by him. You seem, irritated at his mentions. What the hell is going on? What happened between you two?"
"Nothing. He's just, crowding me a bit lately. Being kind of clingy."
Bonnie rolls her eyes. "No you didn't."
"Didn't what Bonbon?"
"Just say that about the man you love. The best boyfriend you've ever had. The man who would do anything for you."
It was Kats turn to roll her eyes. "Bonnie don't start. You wouldn't understand."
"What? That when a good man comes along, you become a scared little girl because of all the dirt bags you've dated in the past?"
"It's not that okay. I care about Elijah." Bonnie cleared her throat knowing damn well that care wasn't the right word to use. "I love him okay, but I'm not ready for us to fall apart and I think that I'm better off keeping my options opened."
"Wow. Well, I guess you have the option to do what you want, but don't string him along if you don't want to be with him. For the record you're being stupid. He's the best thing to come into your life since, well... Me." She laughed. "We can talk about this another time. You obviously need some girlfriend time. So forget the men today. Let's toast to friendship and just have a good night."
"So sorry girls. Stefan didn't answer his phone. I think he must've fallen asleep or maybe he's out and didn't hear it. Either way I'm ready to dance." Elena said.
"Me too, let's get it." Bonnie said. A nicely built blonde guy walks to Elena.
"Hey, would you like to dance?" He asked. His honest blue eyes made him look none-threatening, she at first just looked at him like he was crazy. Until Kat spoke.
"Wow, you're cute! She'd love to blondie. What's your name?"
"Matt. I promise, I'm a nice guy just trying to have a good night after a long work week."
Elena looks at Kat appalled. "Really Kat?"
"Oh shut up, he's waiting." She stands her sister up and basically give her a light shove. "Take a load off Lena. Have some fun. Stefan will still be here in the morning." She said irritatingly.
Elena walked with Matt reluctantly to the dance floor. "Sure I'd love to."
"No wonder she can barely tolerate you. You're such a bitch!" Bonnie said.
"Oh please, she'll thank me later, so will Stefan." She said laughing. Bonnie rolled her eyes and grinned finishing her rum.
"I'm already feeling these drinks. Come on, let's go dance. It's been forever since I've been out like this." Bonnie was feeling free after her encounter with Damon. She felt like she'd grown a bit since meeting him, and one things for sure, he brought out something in her she didn't get with Kol. She wasn't sure what it was, but it made her feel like she could look forward to the possibility of change.
"Good, I need my best friend tonight. Not my married friend, not my mother figure, and damn sure not the goody-two-shoes. I want to be a little reckless and a lot of drunk tonight. Elena will take us home, so we can drink some more."
"Fine. In that case, round of shots." Bonnie said.
Katherine says just as she looks at two gorgeous men walking towards her and Bonnie. "Look at the two hard bodies coming this way."
"Huh, where?"
"Twelve o'clock for me, three o'clock for you." Just then Bonnie looks to her right. "Kat don't overdo it, okay. Dancing, and having fun for a few minutes then on to the next. Don't spend too much time on the same guys okay."
"Deal. Let's just enjoy the night, okay. We haven't done this since college."
Kat and Bonnie enjoyed the night. Elena left after about two hours, to go to Stefan, leaving Bonnie and Kat. "Will you guys be okay, if I go, you can catch an Über or something, right?" She was talking to them as they spoke to the tall, muscular, and charming men.
"Sure. I guess we can call a car, but sheesh, leaving us isn't cool Lena," Kat said, "especially after you agreed to be a DD."
"I'm sorry. You know Stefan and I don't get a lot of time together. I'll leave you money for the cab or the Über."
"No. Just go, Lena. Just fucking go." Kat said with an attitude.
Bonnie watched Elena leave. Elena always chose men over her sister. Her let boyfriend Liam, took precedence over everything. Kat and Elena weren't very close, because of Elena's co-dependency problem. She was never really there for Kat, and because they both moved with separate parents after their parents' divorce. Kat and Bonnie's relationship grew very strong. Elena had Caroline. A girl Kat hated. And one of the last women Damon dated in college.
"I'm sorry Kat. I'll see you soon sis. Our birthday is next week!"
"Yeah, well, I'll be with Elijah, so."
"Oh, okay. Well, I'll call okay?"
"Bye, Lena."
Her sister gave her a faux hug and left. "You okay babe?" Bonnie asked Kat.
"Of course. You know how she is. I'm already over it."
"We can call a car and leave now, if you want to."
"No, I was just having fun with this guy."
It became harder and harder to avoid the attention both men gave them because it was so outright charming and downright, old fashioned, flirting. Not too many head games, or controlling ways. No one trying to be a dominant, no one needing to be submissive. Just gentle touching, a little dancing, and some drink buying.
"God, you are beautiful, too bad you're taken. I'd love to show you a night on the town. Someday."
"Yeah, I'm sorry. Unfortunately, my relationship status is complicated. But I have enjoyed your company."
Just then the dark haired man ordered another drink. For both he and Bonnie. "Oh no. No. No. Seriously, stop spending your money on me. I can buy my own drinks. I just don't drink nearly that fast."
"It's okay, really. I know your taken, it's all about having a good time. I'm not going to over step any boundaries. However, I would love it, if you would dance with me?"
"Umm." She bit her lip doubting the decision she would make if she said yes. She turned to look and Kat was already dancing on the floor with the friend. Bonnie looked on not sure of whether or not she approved of it, or if it mattered, but remembering that she was in the process of figuring herself out she decided to go with it. "Fine. As long as you keep your hands PG-13 we can."
"Scouts honor." He holds up the two fingers. She has no idea if he's legit or not, she just dances. "So, I'm Mason. How about you?"
"Bonnie."
"Bonnie, you are beautiful. Has anyone ever told you, you have the body of a dancer."
"And how would you know what a dancer's body looked like?"
"I can tell you my answer but it only makes me look like an absolute douche."
"Try me."
"Okay. I have been with lots of dancers."
She squared her face at him, "Yup makes you look like a horny jerk." She said laughing.
"So are you?"
"Umm, no. I was a dancer. Then I stopped after college. My life got too busy to keep up."
"Well someone should have given the memo to your body, because it sure as hell still keeps up."
"Yeah, I work out 3-4 times a week, plus I take yoga so. That helps too."
They dance together for a few songs and it gets late Bon and Kat decide to get ready to leave. The men casually let them go, and thank them for the night. Bonnie gave Mason her card, and hoped to God he didn't use it. He was far too sexy and she was feeling like a new woman these days. Kat grabbed her by her arm and drug her across the bougie club and to the fancy mirrored pink bathroom with the golden colored chaise lounges, and several vanity mirrors.
"I'm a little drunk and so are you, how are we getting home?"
"Fuck, Bon. I have no idea. Unless I call Elijah."
"Or I can call Kol?"
"What?"
"He knows I'm out with you. There's no sense in getting Elijah worked up over that slutty outfit."
"You sure it's not putting you out Bon, to call him? He won't be expecting to sleep in your room will he?"
"No, he's been in another room for the past few of weeks. He knows better. Waking him up will be fine. Trust me, I told Kol I didn't want to be physical with him, and the therapist also suggested we don't engage in sex with one another. So he will respect my wishes."
"Bon, no, he'll expect your fuck him. I'll call a Jean Carlo."
"Who's that?"
"Elijah's driver. He's a good guy and he won't tell Elijah anything."
"I could always call Damon. He offered me his driver several times already." She giggled. When Kat caught her eye contact in the mirror, she snickered again.
"Bon, Damon's got it bad for you."
"Shut up. He just wants to hit it and quit it. He wants to get me in the bed, and have his way with me. He's not interested in anything more than that. Elena even said he fucks whomever he wants."
"No he doesn't. Damon is rather picky. And he's nowhere near the asshole Kol is. Which by the way, stop calling him for a ride. I don't trust Kol, when you're drunk." Kat voiced.
"He's not responding to my texts anyways. He must be asleep. Yea, call the driver. That's probably smarter anyway. You don't have to piss Elijah off. I don't have to wake Kol. We both go home and sleep in a peaceful darkness, unbothered. We start this night as best friends and we end the night as best friends. Not tired ass wife or girlfriend in crisis. Just two easy going girls, sleeping alone, and happy." She shouted in the bathroom. Kat was ending her call to the cab company and hanging up the phone as Bonnie shouted merrily. "I love you bitch!"
"You better love me. Because whatever man comes or goes, bitch I'm not going anywhere. Ever."
"I know, and no matter how much I push you away or you push me away, we never just walk away from each other. And I love that about us Kat. I love that I have you, no matter who comes and goes. We are going to always have each other."
Kat smiled and then rolled her eyes. "Okay stop being sentimental."
The girls both stand in the fancy bathroom being sentimental, then Bonnie gave Kat advice about her relationship.
"You know Kat, they're never easy. Relationships. They will always require a lot of work from two people. You have to decide if he's worth the work. I mean, you wore that outfit, for what? To prove someone finds you attractive? But the truth is, the man you love thinks you're the most beautiful woman in the world, which is all that should matter. Which by the way, I'm gonna keep my mouth shut about this, so make sure your sister does too."
"Thanks Bon. I really don't want Elijah to know I wore it. Because, it is probably inappropriate to wear, but I just... Missed having that power. You know?"
"What do you mean? Having men still find you attractive? I know how you feel. It's been so long since I've known what it's like to be looked at by another man."
"Bon, men look at you all the time. Your gorgeous. You are a woman with this sultry, and seductive look about you. You don't notice men looking at you because you're never looking at other men."
"And you, my beautiful best friend. You still get hit on. You're not married, men hit on you all of the time. Why did you need validation tonight?"
"Sometimes it's nice to remind myself. Don't get me wrong I love what Elijah and I have. I even love submitting to him. The second I tie myself down, it'll be like everything will change between us. The way it did for you and Kol. This need for validation, it's just something I'll have to eventually grow out of when I decide to be an adult. If I ever do." She said laughing.
"First of all, it's my fault Kol and I got that way. I allowed us to fall apart. Learn from my mistakes. No worries, Kitty Kat. Your gorgeous. Elijah knows what he has. He's no idiot." They remain in the bathroom drunk and talking. Advising one another how they are each being idiotic. After a few minutes, Bonnie sighs and rubs her hand through her hair.
"What is it Bon?"
"Nothing, I just... I decided to end things with Kol and I have no idea how to tell him."
"You kidding me?" she asked stunned.
"No, I'm not. Everyday I'm at home, I'm thinking how unhappy I am when he's sitting across from me eating dinner. The way his fork scrapes the plate, or the sound his throat makes when he swallows his wine. I mean, I love him, but I'm not in love with him and everything just irritates me. He's working a lot now, and he's gone often. Is it awkward that I find solitude when he's like, away?" Bonnie speaks slurring her words and stumbling over her high heels.
"Whoa whoa, drunkie, drunk." Kat says catching her. "No. It's not wrong. Bon you've been unhappy for a long time. I've been telling you all along. I know you. Sometimes better than you know yourself. You've been done, for a while. You just hate the idea that if your marriage doesn't work, you've somehow failed. Which isn't true. It takes two people to work. Two people have to be willing and you did EVERYTHING for the both of you for so long, and he let you. He let you fight for your marriage alone. So... You got bitter, then eventually tired, and now... You're just done." She says holding her friend up by the face leaning her against the wall. "Good for you Bonbon. And tonight, was well deserved for one of the hardest working women I know."
.xXx.
Both girls hold their composure as best as they could, then walk out holding in the urge to stumble. They hold each other up until Jean Carlo opens the door. He takes Bonnie home first, then Kat. Bonnie enters her house as quietly as possible. She tip toes into her bedroom and closes the door softly locking it. She damn near collapses onto her bed, and the room is spinning. She holds her stomach and remembers how much she drank. "Oh gawd." She mumbled to herself. She begins falling asleep and she refuses to move, knowing the remnant of her consumption will force their way into a reversal and destroy her bed sheets. She slid down to the floor and found comfort in her thick fluffy carpet.
"So this is what you do now? Drink belligerently with Kat? Knowing you can get taken advantage of?"
"Kol." She whispers out to the open room, drunkenly. Looking for the voice in question. A chill darts up her back, the darkness of the room closes in on her drunken eye sight.
"What the fuck has gotten into you? Who are you anymore?" He asks, not showing his face. Just asserting some dominance in his voice.
"Stop shouting. Okay it's hurting my head."
"I'm not shouting. I'm talking, you belligerent, bloody drunk."
She doesn't speak as she decides to just allow her eyes to shut before she threw up.
"Maybe I should just remind you that I'm your husband, and you still owe me a level of respect around here when it comes to how you handle yourself outside of this house." He yanked her body over and up to his with the strength of a brawny man, and she had no control over how her body was being handled. She pushed him off of her. "Get out before I throw up on you." Then he through her onto her back on the bed, but she rolled back onto her stomach, while her head spun rapidly. Her phone buzzed. She was fast asleep. He grabbed it and looked at it. Text message from Anon - Thinking of you.
"Bloody fuck!" He stood over her body and the moon shun on her legs as her dress crept up. He walked in a circle pulling his hair and shouting under his breath.
He moved his way in the darkness but came back and found her body on the bed. "Take charge, huh?" He picked her up and tossed her on her back again. "Thanks for putting me in bed Kol. Goodnight!" A heavily inebriated Bonnie was so drunk she was passing out. He tried to smack her face to wake her up. But she just kept passing out.
"Goodnight? Yes, it will be." He turns her over on her stomach and crawls over the back of her. Pulling his pants down, "Did you miss me, darling? Huh?" He uses his hands to spread her open from the backside. "Fuck. Baby, it's been almost two months since I've been inside of you." His rough hands took to her body without concern for how he handled her.
"Kol?" She mumbled incoherently, but he covers her mouth with his hand. He was about to force himself onto his unconscious wife, not giving a damn, because she'd never know a thing when she woke up. He was hard at the thought of how tight she must feel, and he got himself ready for invasion.
"You want it rough, baby? Okay, I can do that." He forced her legs apart farther as she lay on her stomach. He was erect and ready to thrust himself inside of her, until he heard her.
"Please don't." She whispered. He stopped and thought a minute if it would be worth it. She was incoherent and he could get away with it. She'd been disrespecting him, texting some stranger and probably cheating on him. He was still waiting on his tech guy to get his spyware setup. All he could imagine was giving her what she deserved and teaching her a lesson in this moment. He hadn't entered her body yet. He thought about it as he lay between her legs. Then he remembered what the therapist said, and how Bonnie cried. How much he put her body through in the past and he got up. He didn't force himself on her. He covered her with her blanket, as she was passed out, then went to his room. He was angry as hell.
..xXx..
When Bonnie woke up, she didn't remember a thing about her encounter get with Kol. She didn't remember seeing or even talking to him. She just woke up with a killer headache which she chalked up to the hangover.
Kol was gone for the day that Saturday. He left a note for her. Bonnie took a look at her phone to check for the time and she had some texts from Damon.
Anon: Thinking of you.
Anon: How was your night?
Anon: I want to see you beautiful
Anon: I was thinking about you
Anon: We need to talk
Anon: Call me when up you wake up
She had received those text over the span of the last couple of hours, and one from last night. She never slept in this late. It was around 11 am and all she knows was she needed to take a shower. When she had gotten out of the shower, she patted her hair to dry while she waited in her Japanese print silk robe which stopped at her thighs. Normally by now, her husband would have walked in the room, but since he started to work again, she figured his weekends might be spent with his family again, he often spent time golfing and driving his car, really fast, and it was a nice break for her. She didn't even bother calling him. He usually drove out to be with the twins and his parents when he had time.
She looked for Kol, and he was not there. She called his phone and he didn't answer, but replied about five minutes later that he was handling some important business matters with his brother Nik, he was out of town and he'd be home after work on Monday. Who the hell did he think he was just leaving like that, without a word, and thinking it was okay? Oh that's right, this was the old Kol. What brought upon this sudden change, when he was bettering himself?
Screw it. She couldn't dwell. Bonnie fought herself all week. As soon as Kats birthday dinner was over, since he was her date, she'd be asking him to move out of her house. She would give him one last appearance for his family. Then she needed to focus on herself.
She text Kat.
Bon: Plans today?
Kat: Elijah's place, wanna come with?
Bon: No just curious
Kat: Where's Kol?
Bon: Gone for the wknd work
Kat: No way. Well you didn't fuck him did you?
Bon: No? Why u ask?
Kat: When we dropped you off last night you were drunk af
Bon: Really?
Kat: Yes. How can you barely remember?
Bon: Bc Kat, you know I never drink like that.
Kat: True, plus my sis left us }:[
Bon: I'm never trusting her as a DD again.
Kat: Ikr. Sorry
Bon: Nw
Kat: Btw I'm gonna be 29 this week OMG!
Bon: I know. Enjoy this week while you can old lady lol
Kat: Stfu I hate you
Bon: You love me :P
Crap! She thought. If she was that drunk, she couldn't remember seeing her own husband, she had no doubt in her mind he may have taken advantage of the situation, but she had no way of knowing.
Bonnie didn't even rush to get dressed. She walked to her kitchen, and decided she'd cook breakfast. It's been a few weeks since she's cooked a meal, besides French toast. Cooking relaxed her, she was so caught up in her busy life, and figuring out how to manage her situation with Kol, and now, the blue eyed devil was trying to force his way in.
No matter what Bonnie and Kol did to take a few steps forward, they were constantly taking ten steps back. She was lonely in her marriage, Kol pretended to spent little time working on things. He started working again, so that he could help her provide, but the actual connection was what was still severed and instead of being there with her reconnecting, he was gone, without a word, or the respect of a phone call. She focused on her food preparation. She felt it was time to let him go.
No. She knew, it was time to let him go. Her mind messed with her as she pulled out food. Sullen thoughts of Kol, and happy anticipation of her new found freedom. She turned her music up on her surround sound, and began piping out the lyrics as she felt the words to the music.
Got my mind in the palm of my hand
Don't want to lose it
Fingertips covered in oil, oil
From the blood and tears that I spilled, on the white carpet
Certainly almost cried and I said...
Fuck it all
Fuck it all
Fuck it all
" "
I said fuck it all.
Bonnie sang Elle Varner as she listened to some of her favorite R&B music while she started in her kitchen.
She chopped bell peppers, onions, sausages and jalapeños. She put fresh garlic and olive oil in a pan and warmed it up to sauté while she gently toasted ciabatta bread on her indoor grille as everything was set to cook on low, she made herself ginger tea, with fresh ginger, and honey while she waited to poach her eggs for the very end.
Got my heart on the edge of my sleeve
Don't wanna break it
Anymore than it already is
Pieces of me on the floor
But I got them all
I won't let this rub me of my joy
I gotta reinstall
So I said...
Fuck it all
" "
She sang the whole song as loud as she could while she made magic in one of her favorite rooms of the house. A plate full of hot and fresh food.
Fuck it all baby...
Baby...
Baby, baby, baby, baby,
Fuck it all...
It was true, she wore her emotions on her sleeves and it reflected in her music. She stood in her kitchen zoned out when her doorbell rang. Her solitude was shot to shit when she realizes someone's at her house on Saturday and she was planning to keep her robe on all day. She sauntered herself over there and to her surprise a very bold, man was on her door step, not caring about the consequences he'd be facing when showing up the way he did. She opened the door giving him the visual he'd hoped for.
He spoke before her. "So, uhh... You like to sing huh? You pretty good at it, from what I heard. What song was that?" He asked smiling cunningly. Then he paused to look at her and take her in. She was bare foot, with cute toes, painted dark, deep purple. She had the most beautiful pair of short girl legs he'd ever seen. The skin of her chest was showing, and her robe opened up enough for him to see the top part of her stomach. He could tell she just washed her hair, it smelled like coconut, and her green eyes were looking emerald. She looked incredibly sexy and he was thinking about what she'd do if he untied her robe. One thing he never did was hide how much he liked to appreciate her body.
"Damon, what the hell are you doing at my home?"
"Answer me first. What foul mouthed song were you singing?"
"How long were you listening?"
"Long enough."
She answered reluctantly. "Fuck it all."
"What?" He asked confused.
"The name of the song is Fuck it All. By Elle Varner."
He laughed, "I remember you told me your music is a reflection of your mood. So... I take it I showed up with perfect timing." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Now are you going to answer me?" She looked at him waiting.
"I wanted to see you. But if it's too much for you then, I'm sorry, I'll go."
"No, don't. Is everything okay?" She asked him.
"Yeah, I just... Wanted to talk to you."
"My husband is here." She lied.
"No he's not."
"What makes you think that?"
"He's not here. His car is gone."
"Okay, but, what if... He'd been home? That would have been a problem."
"I would've left. I know, it was risky, me coming here, but uh... I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Since the day you were at my place. I, wanted to discuss somethings with you."
"About what, is this business or friendly?" She asks watching him with a large envelope in his hand.
"A guess it could be one or the other, or a little of both. Depends on how today goes."
She looked at him hesitantly. He stood in front of her casually. Not in a suit, or slacks. He had on jeans that fit him to well, a black V-neck with boots and a leather jacket. His hair was freshly cut, and lined at his ears. When his hair was short it made his lips look a little bigger. She noticed his lips right away. On another note. She forgot she was wearing a black, silk robe, and only panties underneath. But she wouldn't leave him outside. Kol is gone all weekend, and she was technically alone, making too much food for breakfast.
He sensed her hesitance, but he was confident she wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see her. He was right, because she was breathing in his Tom Ford from where she stood.
"Sure. Come in, Damon." He pushed her gently inside and closed and locked the door himself. The top of her robe, lay loosely barely shielding her breasts. She closed it up some more. He walked to her body to tower her short frame. She held his gaze and matched him. He loved her integrity. "Did you miss me?"
"Damon." She sighed heavily.
"Is that a no?"
"What!? Yes. I mean no. I mean, Damon what is this? You're here for a reason."
"I am. I was just observing the face I missed."
"I'm really... Uhh... Flattered. But, I'm not sure you should've made a trip to my house."
"You're worth a trip around the mountain-side." He continued smiling at her.
"Oh shit." She remembered her breakfast and ran to the kitchen. She removed her toasted bread and cracked a couple of eggs on the grille. He followed her into the kitchen and watched her. She began concocting a spread of some sort.
"What is that?" He asked
"What?"
"That orange-ish colored spread?"
"Oh it's salmon spread. It's made with cream cheese, salmon, lemon, and red pepper. I like to eat it over toasted ciabatta with poached eggs and avocado."
He watched her work a grille, a burner and a mixer all at the same time while she had obviously previously finished doing some major chopping, on her cutting board. And she had things all over her kitchen all so she could put a small plate of beautifully colored food in front of her. The only woman he'd ever seen move in a kitchen like that was his mother. He just watched amazed at her technique and how she cleaned things as she went along in the kitchen. She forgot he was there watching her. By the time it was said and done most of her kitchen was cleaned accept the grill and pans. She put two beautifully decorated plates on her kitchen table and her tea cup. He just looked at her. She looked back at him.
"Sit." She ordered him, pointing to the chair with the fuller plate of food. He wasn't used to women directing him, in any way, but Bonnie sometimes directed everything happening around her, and he noticed it because she would move without his approval often. It turned him on, how much she didn't need his approval. HE sat and placed the large envelope on the other side of the table. "What do you take with your breakfast, coffee, tea, water, fresh squeezed juice?"
"Wow. Umm. I wasn't expecting this. So if I ask for fresh squeezed juice, you'll make it?"
"I would, but I'm really hungry so I'm hoping you want something less manually demanding."
"Yes, I'll take a bourbon."
"No. I'm not serving you alcohol with this delicious breakfast I made. You will drink a morning beverage." She told him. Again, he wasn't used to a woman telling him what he could and couldn't do.
"I take my bourbon any time of day."
"Well, that's how you know, you're not being taken care of the right way." She said. "A good woman would make sure you didn't drink alcohol first thing in the morning."
"I wouldn't know anything about that. I haven't had a girlfriend since college. And most of those were meaningless hook ups with girls who ate once a day, and it wasn't breakfast."
"Damon, at some point, your lifestyle has to get lonely. You should want to see a life beyond the current way you live."
"Maybe one day." He spoke with a less than concerned thought about it.
"So, drink?" She went back to a lighter subject matter.
"Okay. I'll have what you're having."
"One ginger tea with honey coming up." She sat the tea with his food. "Now eat." He loved her attitude.
"Looks delicious, Schiavetto." He said to her and she narrowed her eyes to him.
"Let's get one thing straight. I'm not your schiavetto. I am married and you are a man on the wrong mission for a woman who can't give you what you need. Now eat your food, and I hope you're not a vegetarian."
One of his eyebrows raise at her in questionable concern, but she was such a challenge he just accepted much of her delivery. He wanted to have that under control though. "I guess, we can discuss terms and agreements after breakfast. I would hate to ruin this breakfast. Let's keep breakfast informal, and we can discuss everything else, I.E. Business, afterwards."
She shook her head at him and laughed under her breath. "Whatever Damon." She motions in a continuous giggle.
"What?" He asked. She pointed to the food in her mouth as if to say, don't talk to me while I eat. He watched her eat and he took a bite of his food. He rarely ever ate in front of a woman. He felt awkward. What if he hated her food? What if she was an awful cook? What if... But he loved it. The second he began to chew his mouth absorbed the flavored and the food melted in his mouth. How could such a woman be bottled up?
"Wow. This is amazing, you are an amazing cook. I don't think I've had a breakfast like this since, I don't know. The last time a woman had to have cooked for me, was my mother.
"Thank you. On top of six years in school for business management and marketing, I spent four years in culinary arts at the same time, double major."
"Yet you work in review and business advertising."
"We kind of got caught in it back in college. Kat and I started a business to make decent money in college, and it turned into a very lucrative business and the city proposed the business idea and we kind of ran with it. Is it both of our first love? No. But it's our baby that we've grown and nurtured."
"You are a very respectable woman. You... Are hard working. Your life involves making a lot of business decisions. Rarely personal ones I've noticed."
"Well I make most things about business, because when I try to focus on things personally I get let down. Don't get me wrong. I try to allow myself to deal with things of a personal nature. But it's probably my biggest weakness. I'm learning lately that maybe I should stick to business. With... EVERYTHING!" She looks at him directly. "Personal things tend to break me. I'm not in the mood to be broken anymore." She looks back at her plate after his penetrating gaze tries get her to continue onto her personal level of communicating with him. She cuts her personal issue to an abrupt halt, and finishes eating.
Damon just wants to understand her. She possibly the biggest challenge he's ever faced. The hardest shell to crack.
"Why isn't your husband sitting here enjoying this breakfast with you?"
"He's out of town for business"
"Where?"
"I don't know."
"You didn't ask?"
"No. Sometimes I prefer my house to myself. I woke up, to an empty house and I was relieved. Stop asking about him. I know you could care less about his and my relationship."
"This is very true, but I'm interested in him as far as your relationship is concerned and I will be until you end things." He said with absolutely no hesitation.
She doesn't say anything. She keeps eating. He clears his throat to let her know he's paying close attention to her. In more ways than one. Her habits, her mannerisms, her current state-of-mind, her attitude when he was around her, how she behaved when he mentioned her husband, and he noticed, she was very closed off when it came to her marriage.
"Not that you owe me anything, what-so-ever, but why, when it comes to your husband do you remain closed off? I mean, I'm a man, with a perspective and I think I could be a good ear for you."
"Damon, when it comes to my marriage, you have a bias. So, me coming to you and talking wouldn't be right. No matter what I feel towards Kol. I'm not trying to get sympathy points for his and my situation." He knew exactly what he was doing when he got her to admit that.
"Yeah, well then that means that your feelings for me, maybe be deeper than professional. Or you wouldn't care."
"That's not true." She said, putting her fork down. "It means maybe your intentions for me, or more than professional, and you will say and do anything, to get me to fu- have play these games with you."
"You're learning. See, my opinion means something to you, or you would have said that disgusting word without a problem, and the fact that you made a conscious effort not to, says a lot, Ms. Bennett."
She huffed at him. "Maybe, I just didn't want you to spank me."
"Am I aloud to spank you in this home you share with him?" He raised a brow.
"No. You spanked me, as a one-time thing. It was a promise you made. Are you a promise breaker?"
"No, I'm not. But, you and I both know that I've broken rules for you before. I'm willing to break a promise if it means, getting closer to you."
"Damon Salvatore, I'm not gonna let you spank me. Okay? I'm married. It's wrong."
"You didn't like when I punished you?" He asked her when they made sudden eye contact and she lowered her eyes and didn't answer him quick enough, she instead drank some of her tea first.
"I liked the spanking, but it didn't go beyond that for me."
"You sure Ms. Bennett?"
"Mikaelson."
"Hmm. You make me laugh." He says.
"I'm happy I amuse you."
"You do amuse me, especially when you lie, about how I make you feel. How my hands make you feel. How my fingers make you wet. How my lips on your neck make you want me to do much more to you. Lets not even get into this mental connection we have." He says sure of himself.
She looks up at him, as if she wants to argue, but instead shakes her head in disbelief at his boldness.
"No, you loved when I spanked you. You loved it, because you got wet. You got so wet, you almost had an orgasm when I spanked you. I felt the way your body feels when you cum. Your muscles in the lower half of your body shake a bit. I didn't know at the time that I spanked you. But the day I made you cum from fingering you," he spoke unabashedly about their encounter making her nervous. "Mmm. I studied your body well. The way your muscles clench when you cum, the way your pussy throbs, the way you breath, the way you grab me with your hands and hold on for dear life, the way you bite your lip, and your breathing changes, so does your heart beat. All of those things came close to their peaks the day I spanked you. Your body reacts to me. Does it react to him that way?"
"It's not a matter of how my body reacts to him, it's a matter of..." She didn't know what to say, or how to formulate her thoughts.
"A matter of what? How you feel towards the man touching you?"
"No, Damon. That's not what I meant-"
"He doesn't do it for you... He hasn't for a long time. Then I came along and I woke your body up. Reminded you of what a man is supposed to make a woman feel like. I reminded you of what it means to get excited, Bonnie."
"Damon, get the hell out of my house!" She said slamming her fist against the table.
"Calm your nerves Princess."
"Don't call me that! Kol calls me that." She wasn't reserving the name for Kol, she hated the name Princess.
He looked at her surprisingly, "Okay sweet Pea. Calmarsi bambina." He said, trying to figure out all of her buttons. "Bambina... I like it." He said smiling.
"You aren't going to get inside of my head Damon. So stop trying inside of me." She yelled pointing to her head.
"I will be inside of you, just you wait, Bonbon." She stood up defensively and he walked over to her, standing next to her. He drew his body close to hers.
"Tell me this, have you let him touch you, or sleep with you?"
"No. We have separate rooms."
"So, he's never slept with you?"
"Once, the night of the champagne party, but we didn't have sex. Then I got up and went to the living room then and he... Never mind."
"He what?"
"Nothing. I don't owe you any answers Damon." Bonnie was nervous and trying to control how he was igniting something inside of her. She doesn't know if it's anger or just a burning fire, but Damon was pushing her buttons in a way only he could.
"Why Bonbon? Why be with a man for so long that hurts you the way he does?"
"You don't know anything about Kol. Okay, he's, tried. He failed, but he tried, and he doesn't-"
"Stop making excuses for him. You're too smart for that. Too strong for that. You shouldn't be with a man, who makes you a weaker version of yourself."
"Damon, you don't know me, you don't know-" he interrupted her.
"Stop. Again. Making an excuse. I see women like you all of the time. I know women like you. But of all of the women I know like you, you're the only one, who absolutely deserves better. The women I deal with, are scorned, hateful, begrudging, and they want to take everything from their husbands. Not you. You don't rely on him. The night I met you, you told me, you wanted nothing of his, you told me he could take everything he came with and you wanted nothing of his."
"I don't. But we signed a pre-nup. I'm not a saint, I just don't want anything that doesn't belong to me. I don't need anything of his. I didn't marry him for money or material things. Hell I buy everything myself. I married for one thing and one thing only. Love. So I'm going to leave with what I came with. Nothing."
"Is that what you want, Bonnie? Love?" His never before soft approach, made her want to give him all of the answers he wanted. He was understanding, or at least he tried, which stood out to her. Although she wanted fight him to the death, she wanted him to hold her.
"I don't know what I want anymore."
"I know what you want. You want to wake up, and not be tied down to unhappiness. It's a weight that holds you back from living. I see you Bonnie. I see inside of you, very well. You smile differently when he's with you and when he's not."
"No I don't. How would you know that?"
"Because I watch you, carefully. You come alive, when he's not around. I watched you at the club that night I saw you for the first time after the incident between you and him, then there was the night we played cards. What about when you're with me, at my house? You are not the same around him. It's almost as if, you withdrawal inside of yourself, and you become this recluse when he's in your presence. I don't like how he makes you feel less than you are."
"What makes you such an expert on me, Damon? What made you decide to try and figure me out?"
"I don't know Bonnie. The night I met you, I felt connected to you. Instantly."
"Sexual attraction isn't what you build a relationship with."
"It's not just sexual. Don't get me wrong, I have never been as sexually attracted to another woman. But it's different."
"All you want from me is to dominate me, and for me to give in to you. It's a power thing with you. Well, news flash, it's a power thing for me too. I won't just give it up. Not to you, Kol, or anyone else. You don't want me, you want to know what it's like to dominate, a dominate woman."
"I'm not just trying to dominate you. Don't get me wrong, I will dominate the hell out of you. You have a terrible mouth, a slight attitude, and you are damn near impossible. However, I just, feel something between us. I've never done this before. I've never approached a woman to try and get to know her. I've never needed anything from a woman. But for some reason, I need to know you."
"And if I allow you an opportunity to get to know me, what is it, that you want from me?"
"I don't know." He said and she became very serious for a moment.
"Because Damon, I can't give you what you need."
"What do I need, Bonnie?"
"You need love. You need a woman to really love you, and I can't give that to you, hell I don't know what love is anymore and I can't give it to anyone really. I'm out of things to give."
"I understand that. But I just want to know you."
"And if you find, that I'm not worth knowing?"
"You are worth knowing. I already like, what I know so far."
"Listen, I'm not leaving my husband for you. Let alone for the fact that you think I'd leave a situation where I am a totally free woman, with my own free will to be your play thing. Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"You're better than that. Stop with all of the casual use of those ugly words." He said approach her body and grab I her hands.
"No. I'm not. You have to stop this. What you are doing? I'm not your play thing!" She yanked her hands out of his. He begins to get impatient with her.
"That is not what this is. You think this is about sex? Have I once tried to have sex with you? Not at all." He asked with an increasing amount of confusion, which she brought on.
"Then what is this? You want me to just throw myself at you? Be at your beckon call? Serve you in my bra and panties and be available for spankings whenever you feel a kink in need of fulfillment?" She had an attitude.
"Is that what you think? Don't you talk to Kat about she and Elijah, like ever? Does she come to work acting like her life is horrible? Or that Elijah just tortures her. No he actually takes great care of her and she of him."
"They... love each other. We don't. We can't. I can't give you that Damon. I can't love you. I won't. I will never love another man as long as I'm married. You deserve to be loved, Damon. You deserve something that I can't give you." She yelled at him, but he had no idea if he was hurt, or challenged by her.
Bonnie walks away from the table and begins cleaning and washing dishes. He follows to help her.
"What are you doing?" She asked, disturbed by his behavior.
"The least I can do is help clean up after you fed me. Which by the way was delicious."
"You compliment me, even though I'm being a cold bitch?"
"Stop that. Number one, if you curse again, I'm gonna punish you, Bonnie. It's not threat, it's a promise. Second... You're not a bitch. But I know you're trying hard to be. And yes, I complimented you. Deal with it." He barked at her.
"Stop being nice to me. Stop, treating me as if I will change my attitude, because I won't.
He looks at her and nods his head. I'm helping you. Don't talk to me like that!" He walked up to her with a serious face. "Do you understand me? I am not Kol. I am helping you because I want to."
"Well... Thank you. You don't have to help me. Seriously." She calmed her tone down a lot. His demeanor was more aggressive than she was used to just now.
"I know I don't have to. But I choose to. That's how I am. I don't like the idea of having someone do everything for me. I'm a man, it's not normal to just let a person do everything for me. Nor, is it okay. Plus, I have control issues. So what can I do, dishes or wipe down, what? Tell me how I can help you? I've lived on my own for fifteen years, I'm not allergic to cleaning."
"Fine, you can get this stuff here and trash it. The trash is in that large closet. Then you can get the trash ready to take out. It's in the garage. Which is down that hallway at the end."
"Was that so hard? Asking for help?"
"Yes actually. It feels like you are about to want something in return." He looked at her and finishes the task at hand. She was a fast worker because by the time he was done her kitchen was clean, and she was standing there with her arms and legs crossed in the middle of her dark kitchen. He's relentless. He just wants to figure out how to crack Bonnie's shell. He won't let her push him away.
He avoided her last statement and changed the subject gladly, to prove a point.
"You're house is beautiful. It awakens the sexually dominant side of me."
"What is it you want from me Damon?" She asked him as he walked back in the kitchen.
"First of all, stop calling me Damon."
"No. Because that's your name, you're not my owner or whatever it is you're trying to get me to accept you as. Why are you so damn set on making me... Submit to you?"
He walked up to her, cornered her against her cabinet. He forced himself into her space.
"We seem to have this sexual pull towards one another, wouldn't you say? We are pulled together often for two people who have never even had sex... Yet." His beautiful lips lifted at the corner with a boyish grin.
"Stop it Damon." She pleads as his mouth comes close to her. She turns her head, which was a mistake for her. His lips touch her neck, just barely. He doesn't kiss her, just breaths on her then starts talking lowly against her neck so that every other word, his lips barely touch her, while she feels his warm breath on her.
"Don't tell me, that you don't think about me as much as I think about you." He takes a smell of her. "I love the smell of you." He was causing a stir within her, and she was trying to remove herself from the corner. But he blocked her in on either side, with his arms. She put her small hands up to remove his arms and he moved closer. "We seem to always find ourselves in these situations. Me cornering you, you pretending to not like it, then me reminding you of the reason, we fit so well."
"Move, Damon." She said almost growling.
"Maestro. That is what you will call me. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but as soon as you and your husband end things, we can start from there. Or maybe I'll let you call me Daddy or Sir. I kind of like when you called me sir in that text."
"No. You don't get to change me."
"I won't change you. You are going to change on your own. We will be groomed to each other. I believe that you were made for me." He continues talking against her neck. She puts up a fight but he holds her wrists.
"Stop. Stop trying to get into my head, this isn't the fifties. I'm not the good little stay at home wife or the woman without a voice."
His strong hands move to her thighs. And she continues trying to fight his advances. Every time he's near her, she smells him, and she hated to admit, that nothing or no one smelled better than Damon Salvatore.
"Do you want me to stop touching you?"
"Of course, I don't want you to stop, but... I'm don't want to hurt him. Damon, I don't like hurting people."
"Screw him. He hurt you."
"Two wrongs don't make a right."
"Okay, then tell me to stop. Because I won't violate you. But I won't stop unless you tell me to. I'm having a hard time staying away from you, but if you tell me to stop... I will." She couldn't tell him. She loved his hands on her, especially the same hands that gave her all of those glorious orgasms.
"Damon? Damon! What about Sugar?"
"What about her?"
oOo Damon's POV oOo
My hands grip her thighs passionately, while she keeps me from going too high up her robe. When she opens the door to me today, it took everything I had to keep from getting hard staring at her. She was the kind of woman you want to wake up to and make love to every morning. I didn't want focus on trying to kiss her but I wanted to focus on watching the terror on her face, as it turned to desire. Her eyes go from non-contact to closed as her head falls back and her lip finds capture between her teeth. Her perfect pink lips, were made for me. To kiss me, lick me, suck me, take me in her mouth. Her lips would look beautiful around my cock. I'd love to watch her suck me off and look at me with those green eyes with the slight golden undertones. She feels good against me. Soft and strong. I was right about her thighs. She can squeeze the life out of a man like me as she tries squeezing my hands from between her thighs right now. But I'll take it. I'll put these beautiful thighs to use.
I want to make her cum, over and over, until she falls asleep, in my arms. I need to make her cum. Watching her cum the last time, has me addicted to her.
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
All I wanted to do was wake up and have solitude today so that my hangover would disappear. Then he stumbled upon my doorstep and bombarded his way into my house, ate my food, helped me clean, complimented me, and now he's touching me and making me want him. It's a sin to want a man like him. He breaks the rules with no direct concern for the consequences.
Oh my gahhh... His hands are on my thighs. I'm trying, I'm trying to keep him further away from me, and my mind, but he's forcing his way in here. He's squeezing me. I feel like a fucking mango. He knows which parts of me to touch to soften me, and make my juices flow. I just want him inside of me, so bad. Why am I imagining his cock inside of me? I've never even seen his cock. Stop it, Bonnie! Stop it. Mmmm...mmmm. He touched me in such a commanding way, my body reacted against me and so did my mind, and because of it, I couldn't help the things that came from my mouth.
"Oh Fuck!" I breathed out. It was an accident and I knew it the second I said it. I shut my eyes tight and refused him eye contact. But in his mind, he knew what that meant. He knew I was weakening. He picked me up on to the counter top and pulled my robe from my shoulders. Why didn't I wear a fucking bra?
...
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it."
"No. You meant it." Damon pulled her robe off of her shoulders and exposed her breasts. His thumb and index made its way to her nipple. Gently holding her nipple between both fingers he looks her in the face and tells her to look at him.
"Schiavetto, look at me." To his surprise, she looked at him, longingly. On his command she stared directly at him. He read her eyes and she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He pinched her nipples gently. Her face weakened slightly but she barely let it show. He held both of her nipples and pinched until she winced, and her pain threshold was surprisingly high. "Don't you dare close your eyes." It turned him on to watch her take it. Her face weakened while he bore his eyes into hers, pinching and squeezing her nipples between his finger and thumb with such force. He smacked her nipple gently with his hand.
"Ow."
He smacked it again a little harder this time.
SLAP!
"Ahhh." She looked at him like he was crazy.
Then he put his mouth to her breast to moisten her nipples and blew.
"Mmmm. Hmmm." Every noise she made, watching him torture her. He pinched her nipples again, but this time a little harder.
Once she winced from the pain, he kept going. She gave him sex faces and all it made him want to do was thrust himself inside of her, and watch her as she took him all in. He went until she said, "Ow." It wasn't just any OW! It was a loud, whiney moan. It came out and struck his ears like a beautiful song. So he kept pinching, and rolled her nipple around between his thumbs until she let her head drop back. Biting her lip as he pinched harder and harder. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her into him, as he stood before her. His warm mouth found its way to her skin. The skin of her humble breast. He immediately began sucking on her nipples as he massaged her breasts tenderly for seconds, then a little rougher at other times. The warmth of his mouth shot the sensation directly through to her kitty Kat and her clit began to throb.
After he noticed what his sucking was doing to her he sucked harder and even teased her nipples between his teeth with gentle biting. His tasteful teasing caused her to stir impatiently and he realized how sensitive her nipples really were. Her nipples became harder and she grew hotter. His mouth swallowed the tip of her breast and began working her like she was his oxygen, and he took bigger portions of her breast into the palms of his hands as he devoured her. He had already left marks on her. He couldn't help it. She was so turned on, it turned him on. His teeth found her pebbles and gently tugged while he watched her face his hands crawled up her thighs. He was on a mission. He was about to find her hot, wet center and dive his fingers into her. "I want to taste you today."
"Oh my gawd. No."
He kneeled before her and pulled her all the way to the edge of the counter and he ripped her panties off. "This is too much. These panties. I'm sick of you wearing them already. Stop wearing panties in my presence. The longer it takes me to get to your pussy the more impatient I get." She just watched him as he frantically fought through the garment to find her hotspot. When the panties were no longer a viable piece of material she could even wear anymore he stopped for a few seconds and smiled. "You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen." She bit her lip and before she knew it he dove in.
"Ahhh, ahh. Oh my gawd. Damon, fuhhhh... Oh crap. You're licking my nani. Yes, yes... You mother fuhhh... Damn, baby." She was yelling and arching her back in a frenzie. She was saying everything she could without cursing, and she couldn't help it. Her breathing became erratic as his king sized tongue dug deeply into her heat to taste her sweet honey. Then she muffled back her cries and heard him moan.
"Mmmm." He moaned like he loved the flavor of her, and the vibration of his humming sent chills up her spine, while tickling her from the inside. His tongue flickered back and forth over her clit gently and then he sucked it softly before plunging his hungry tongue back inside of her and making love to her luscious lips with his divinely, hardworking tongue.
He's eating me the fuck out like I have chocolate in my pussy. I didn't know men ate pussy like this. Mmmm.
He yanked her closer to the edge, roughly and once she felt him suck on her clit again. She screamed. "I can't. I can't... You can't. We can't do this." She moaned loudly, as her hands gripped the cabinets for dear life. The muscles in her legs started shaking and he wrapped her legs around his neck. Her screams were growing. Hearing her own voice echo, while he sucked harder. But regardless, she was trying to fight the urges. Between the two of them, one of them had to be strong and he clearly wasn't going to try so she fought the sexual tension as hard as she could. She moaned and it reminded her of where she was and who she was with. "Stop!"
Her legs shook harder and he grabbed her with aggression and slapped the side of her ass while he fucked her with his mouth. "Oh my Gawd. What the hell? Hhhhmmm."
He ignored her and softly lapped his tongue around the outside of her swollen kitty. Sucking on the lips individually. Bonnie swallowed her spit forcing the profanities to stay inside of her.
"Damon, you can't, fuhhhh-hmmmmmm. You have to stop. It's not fair to you or Kol."
He stopped against his own will. "Don't say his name." He said putting his head down shaking it. That man's face in his head ruined his moment. "Do you really want me to stop?"
"It's just that, this isn't right."
"For who? Who are we hurting?" He asks as he continues pinching her nipples. He loved the vision of her spread out before him. Sitting on the cabinet in the silk robe, with her legs open and her breast out.
"If I were your wife, wouldn't you want me to respect us?"
"If you were mine, I'd be doing my job!"
He was breathing heavy. She was breathing heavy. His mouth made it's way back to her inner thigh... And back down the yellow brick road. He wanted to see the damn Wizard today.
Bonnie had absolutely amazing will power for a woman who needed all that he was giving her. "I can't believe I'm going to do this... But, we have to stop." She said stoically. Every moment she was forced to come back to Kol, she felt a piece of her freedom being taken away.
"You're absolutely right." He said disappointingly. "You're making it so hard to stay away though. God your beautiful."
Bonnie casually looked her head to the side and let her hair fall and cover her clavicle. He gently removed her hair from covering her neck and continued kissing her skin. "Damon?"
"Yes."
"Why do you want me? Is it just the chase, because I belong to someone else?"
"Not at all. I've NEVER chased a woman. If you wonder why, I want you. It's because you're with someone else, and you belong with me." He meant every word of it, causing her to bite her lip.
He covered her back up with her robe and gently pulled her off of the countertop.
"Good God, I want you. I want you so bad. But you're right. If you don't want to have a physical relationship with me. I just have to respect that. But if you do, I respect you so much, that I'll wait, because when you're mine, you will be all of mine, and your life will change drastically. It won't be easy at first, but it'll be worth it, eventually."
"Eventually?" She whispered to herself. She wanted him right now. "You should go, Damon. I have to rest. I have a hangover and I need to sleep."
"Hangover?"
"Yeah I went out with Kat and her sister last night and we had a girl's night."
"Elena? I was with my brother last night, and he met up with Elena around midnight. She drove, and said her two friends stayed flirting with some guys." He looked at her quizzically.
"Yeah, well she left out of nowhere. In the middle of our girl's night. She left us hanging."
"Saint Stefan calls... She runs. How'd you get home?"
"Kat called an Uber." She lied, if he knew about Elijah's driver then Elijah would question Jean Carlos, and he would find out how Kat was dressed. Bonnie didn't want to lie to Damon, but she had to.
"You went home to him?" His face grew angry and he lifted her face up by her chin, "Did he touch you?"
"I woke up in my dress and I don't remember anything about Kol last night, then as I said I woke up to an empty house."
"Are you lying to me?"
"Damon, I think you should go." His anger weighed heavy but he calmed himself down.
"I'm sorry, you don't owe me an explanation, I just hate to think of the idea that he ever takes advantage of you. He seems like the type, I mean he did prey on a nineteen-year-old girl, and elicit an affair with her, telling her he loved her."
"Damon..."
"I'm sorry but it's true."
"If Kol touched me, only he'd ever know. And if I don't remember it, well, that speaks for itself."
"But if he did, Bonnie? Would you tell me? Would it bother you?"
"He's my husband." She said as if it was normal.
"Does it mean that he can take advantage of you, because he's your husband?"
"Husbands do it all off he time." She frowned.
"No." He said shocked at her response. "Bonnie. They don't. A wedding band has never given a man the right to force his wife into anything. That's coercion, and if I ever found out he's done that, I'm not sure what I'd do." He said angrily.
She took a long pause. She had to think carefully about what she was going to say next, and she debated telling him this or not. Somehow it felt right to mention it...casually. "I'm leaving him."
"What?"
"Yeah, after Kat's birthday. Elijah is planning something for her, and he is inviting couples. Kol will be my date, so I will give him one more public appearance for his family, then, I'm asking him to move out."
"Really? Does he know?"
"He doesn't. But, if I tell him, he'll figure out a way to talk me out of it." He wanted to act unaffected by it, but he really was happy. "Kol refuses to let me go, so when I leave, I have to do it… in a smart way."
"I get it. If you ever need to get away from him, you can always come to my place. I mean, I have an extra bedroom. Or three." He said laughing.
"It doesn't mean I want to rush into a relationship. Or anything of that nature. I just need to get my mind cleared. Damon, I can't love anyone. Okay. I'm not capable of giving anything else. Kol has drained me of anything I had left to give. It's not fair to you, to expect anything from me. You deserve better."
She was honest to a fault. He couldn't even be angry with her. "I see. Well, what if what we can give each other is purely business? What if we can give one another something, with no strings attached?"
"I'm not sure it's possible."
"It's possible." He said, because he wanted her, and he would have her. If it was the last thing he did in life.
"What are you asking me Damon?"
"Listen, I have a preposition for you. The envelope on the table is for your eyes and your eyes only. Look it over and I'll be in touch next week. Don't worry about meeting me Tuesday, if you don't want, for the last renovation. We can postpone it, or not. I'll leave that up to you. We can either meet on Tuesday still, or I'll see you a week from today. The day after Kats birthday. Just so you have an understanding, I'm up for suggestions and negotiations."
"Suggestions and negotiations? What for?"
"As I said, for your eyes and your eyes only. I should go, okay? Or I may end up packing you're bag and taking you back to my place with me." They smiled at each other. "Thank you for breakfast it was nothing short of amazing. I will be in touch."
"So wait, only you can call or contact me? Why can't I call you?"
"It's breaking my rules. Just look over what I have taken my time to prepare for you, and I'll be in touch."
He kissed her on the temple, and then she walked him out.
oOo Damon's POV oOo
Why I left the envelope with Bonnie? Well, I seriously contemplating leaving it at all. I didn't like making her feel like our encounter was impersonal. I just don't know how to be what a woman needs. Bonnie is the kind of woman you have to pay attention to. I mean, every woman, really. But Bonnie doesn't want what most women I have met want. They want a man to give them everything. She doesn't. I notice she says things she doesn't mean out of anger. She's hurt, but not scorned like the other women I deal with. She doesn't have the undying anger I see in women in her situations. No. Not Bonnie Bennett. Bonnie is hurt that she could put so much trust to be let down in the simplest of ways. It wasn't that she provided everything for him that angered her. Even if she believes that. No. Bonnie loves to give, I can tell. She loves to take are of the people she loves and especially the person she is with. The way she had no problem cooking for me, serving me, and focused on me was not the Bonnie she claims to be. This prideful, stubborn woman. No she is soft and giving. But that asshole she's married to, his mistake was not appreciating her. His mistake was taking her for granted. Yes, this is the same with the women I come across. The difference between other women and Bonnie, she needs to see someone, reach for her. She needs to see someone, build for her. She needs to see someone, be willing to allow her to make a mistake, and be who she wants to be. She wants a world of freedom and doesn't realize she wants to be held onto just as much. Her husband isn't fighting. He's merely getting by. She needs a fighter that is capable of loving as hard as she does. She wants to love so much it angers her, that he took away the one thing she did better than business, loving someone with her all. She didn't care about what he did, she didn't even care about all of what she did for him. She cared, that her love, was never good enough.
So I left the envelope with Bonnie as a symbolism of choice. I'll take what she can give me. Because I'd rather have her than not have her. When she is ready to look beyond that envelope. When she is ready for something bigger than that envelope. I'll be waiting. In the meantime, it'll just have to be business as usual.
..xXx..
Believe it or not Damon's visit had helped her headache, now, hours later, she sat thinking. She wanted to avoid the brown envelope. But being as though Kol was gone for the weekend, she decided to get in her bed later that night and read it. She had a glass of red wine next to her and she grabbed the small gold clips on the back of the large envelope and pursed them together to loosen the binding of the envelope opening. When she leaned back comfortably on her pillows she reached inside of the envelope and pulled out a stack of papers. The cover page made her eyes widen with shock, it read large and plain as day.
DOMINANT/ SUBMISSIVE
MASTER/SLAVE CONTRACT
Then when she looked at the next page, it was a table of contents for the package she had in her hand. Had to be 20 or so pages thick. The third page, said contract entered between:
Signature of Dominant/Master - Damon Salvatore
Signature of Submissive/Slave - Bonnie Bennet
She took a large inhaled breath, then she exhaled like she was exasperated. Her red wine glass was entirely too full to read this. She had to down that glass, and pour another, just to get through the table of contents. An entire bottle of wine sat at her bedside.
What the fuck did I just get myself into? There is only one person to call... So she grabbed her phone and dialed the one contact in her phone who could help her.
"Hello, Kat! Ask Elijah if I can borrow you for a couple of hours. Please. We NEED to talk asap!"
So... A contract finally. I want to explain why he introduced the contract, because Damon debated it. Initially he was confused by her anger towards making their encounter impersonal. So he came to talk to her about it, but once she made some things clear to him about how she felt, he thought she would rather have a contract, so she didn't have to be obligated to feel anything. But really Bonnie is playing herself, because Damon is smarter than she thinks. He actually likes her, but right now is afraid of her rejection. Bonnie is afraid of loving another person again, and Damon has never had that kind of love to begin with. Can they keep things business or will they fall for each other?
I know Bonnie seems flip floppy, but she's never been with anyone besides Kol. So Damon confuses her... in a good way.
Next chapter is Kat and Elena's birthday dinner and is going to be full of surprises and interesting moments. Kat is afraid of her relationship. Big Kalijah moment next chapter. Open for prompts. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Song Cred- Elle Varner/Fuck it All