Black Velvet

by MaNiQ1

Bonnie Bennett is a dominant woman in all aspects of her life. Even when it comes to her failing marriage. She manages to never lose control. That is until a tall, dark stranger comes into her life and introduces her to his intriguing lifestyle, and prepositions her to do the one thing she never does, give up control. Can she Submit to him? [Dom-Sub Theme-AH](Bamon) (some Kalijah)

12. SUBMIT

Black Velvet

Ch 12 - SUBMIT

R - Heavy M (Explicit) Language, Sexual acts, (SMUT)

A/N - not much of a note, More of a sorry this chapter is so long, but it's dedicated to you loyal BV READERS, FOLLOWERS, FAVORITERS, REVIEWERS ... The submission of Bonnie Bennett! It's won't be an Easy Journey this chapter, but as Damon told her in a previous chapter, "Nothing easy, was worth fighting for." Happy reading ;)

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Damon carried Bonnie over his shoulders, and down the stairs. He didn't care if anyone saw him, even Kol. He was ready for everyone to know about their illicit love affair. The way they looked at one another, and missed one another. He was sick of being in her presence and pretending there was nothing between them. As he walked down the stairs, he was greeted by Gino. "Everything in the second room on the right." He walked out and stumbling back inside was Tyler. He was confused and drunk.

"Hey. Where's the bathroom?"

"Through the dining hall, to the left in that hallway." Damon said casually with Bonnie thrown over his shoulders.

"Okay, uhh, have you guys seen my girlfriend?"

"No, buddy. 'Fraid not." Damon said, as Bonnie grew impatient.

"There you are, Tyler. Caroline has been looking all over for you." Elena said, as she and Stefan were headed for the front door to look for him. He headed to the bathroom and Damon and Bonnie tried to move quick. "Oh my God, Bon... Damon? What are you guys doing, where's Kol?" Elena asked.

"Umm, ummm, this isn't what it looks like." Bonnie said.

"Sure, it is." Stefan said. "About damn time. Go Damon, while everyone's so fucking drunk they won't realize your gone. Those people are fucked up in there." He laughed to himself.

"Good lookin' out Stef. Elena, can we trust you to..."

"Of course. Go. I hear voices." Elena watched them leave. "I should go check on Tyler. He didn't look too well, and Caroline disappeared an hour ago. Everyone's slowly disappearing."

"Then why'd you tell Tyler she was looking for him?"

"I don't know, he looked lonely."

"Whatever. You check on him, I'm going to have a cigar with Marcel."

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4 hours later...

Elijah, woke up in his bed, with Katherine on his side. He remembered little about how they night ended, but he knew it ended on the plus side. The woman in his arms with her arms wrapped around him was his fiancé. He was happy, and he closed his eyes and let his hangover take him back into dreamland.

oOo

Rebekah lie in a bed with Marcel and Stefan. Both men were naked, and she had no idea how it happened, but somehow, Marcel and Stefan came to an agreement, that Rebekah's brothers and Elena would never find out.

oOo

Elena, and Tyler woke up in the shower of one of the bedrooms. "Oh, my god. What the fuck?" Elena said.

"Shit, I don't fucking know. I swear on my life, I'm not sure exactly what the fuck we did." Another voice came from the other room.

"Who the hell is in there?"

"Oh my gosh, that's my sister. What the fuck, don't say a fucking word. Stay in the tub."

Elena jumped out and closed the curtain and pretended to be peeing. "Lena, what are you doing? Who you talking to?"

"Myself. Ugh. I fell asleep in the tub. My neck hurts. Hey what the hell happened last night?"

"Same ole same. We partied. Drank a bit, and then ended the night with a bang. Literally."

"How did I get drug into your world, Kat. This is not my thing."

"Oh please you're so uptight. You needed this. Trust me."

"You remember last night?"

"Hell yeah. Last night, after we all played truth or dare, shit happened, and well... good morning Tyler." Kat said, groggily.

"Morning." He said making Elena palm her forehead. "Newsflash. I knew he was in there. After me and Elijah... ya know... I caught you and Tyler making out in here." Kat tilted her head and rolled her eyes. "Goody two shoes, Lena. Came here all judgmental, and look. Anyways, you told Tyler you like his abs, and he was all like... ooh you wanna touch, and you were all like... ooh I really shouldn't, Caroline's my best friend... blah blah blah. And then... Bam. You guys locked yourself in the bathroom and this is the first time I'm seeing you."

"We can't tell anyone this happened."

"Relax, sis. No one will talk about last night, trust me. Anyways, I should really lay back down. My head hurts." There's several guest rooms, maybe you and Tyler should get out of the tub." She said walking out and going back to bed. "By the way, best birthday ever."

oOo

Caroline woke up alone. Confused as to what happened. She sat up in the pool house and wondered why she was alone, until she heard a toilet flush. "Tyler?"

"Oh, 'fraid not love." She watched the last man she wanted to see walk out of the bathroom, followed by his girlfriend. He had his dress slacks on, hanging low, and his pale body exposed. Haley, was wearing barely anything. He began peeling off his pants, and she was graced with his full frontal.

"Oh gosh." She said covering her eyes. "What the hell?"

"Nothing you haven't already seen or had your lips all over." He grinned cheekily.

"No fucking way."

"No worries, love. I returned the favor. Your quite good at it." He kissed her forehead.

"Yeah, Caroline, you're very old at it." Haley agreed.

"Care to join us for a morning swim before I head home?" And he jumped into the pool, naked.

Caroline, scrambled around looking for her panties.

"I'm assuming the ripped panties in the bathroom are yours." Haley laughed. "Relax, we didn't force corruption on you, you asked us, and we all had fun. I promise not to tell your boyfriend. But just so you know, I'd totally... like to hang out with you again."

Caroline had no idea what to say. Haley smiled. "Yeah, maybe." Caroline lost her face into the palms of her hands, and laughed silently

oOo

Elsewhere, Kol woke up with Andie, in the backseat of his car. They were parked, on the hilltop near Elijah's estate. "Darling, you should probably wake up. We never made it back to your place."

"Crap. You can't be serious?"

"Unfortunately, it happened. I don't need to brief you on discretion do I? My wife, can't know about this."

"Right. Well, serves her right. She thinks she's so much better than me. Little did she know, her husband would leave with me."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. Listen, I can't go home this weekend. I wasn't supposed to drink last night; can I crash at your place?"

"Sure. What the hell?" She said laughing. He looks at his call log and had ten missed calls from April.

"Fuck my life." He said.

"What is it?"

"Just a pain in my ass. Let's go." He said closing his eyes to the sunlight.

oOo

Damon, and Bonnie lie awake, staring into each other's eyes. They lay on their sides facing one another. Her naked body curved for his viewing pleasure against the sunlight, and his hand holding her hip.

"We've spent an entire night, or I should say the last few hours, doing the one thing, you didn't think I was capable of doing."

"I know." She said smiling.

"So, did I totally suck at it?"

"Not totally." She said laughing. "But you sure do catch on quickly." She said licking and then biting her lip.

"To be honest, I wish, I would've done it the night I met you. When you were crying in your closet. I wanted to hold you and just, make you see, that I wasn't the monster you thought I was. But I was intimidated by you right away. You're the first and only woman to intimidate me."

"I get that a lot."

"Now, that we've done it, can we please do it... some more?" He asked sweetly.

"Here's a little, known fact, when you have the overwhelming desire to kiss a woman, just do it. Be spontaneous, because the moment you question it, you ruin it."

He reached back into her face and pressed his lips to hers. When they connected, he gently spread her lips with his tongue and allowed their mouths to tango. He pulled her body into his and let his arms wrap around her almost nude body. Feeling her skin touching his skin, was new. They were new at this with each other. But his arms roamed, gently and held her closely.

When their mouth opened wider, he got a little hungrier for her. His mouth was over-powering hers, and he was breathing in her air. They were each other's oxygen, and their tongues were like two snakes tangled in a vine of lust. Damon pulled up, and Bonnie smiled at the red around his lips. They kissed so much, their lips became swollen. The closer their bodies became the more of each other's life force they could feel, he inhaled as she exhaled, and their bodies syncopated in a rhythmic motion. She rolled over, on top of him, and he felt the heat between her legs on his lower abdomen as she put her legs on either side of his body. He couldn't help but to get hard, with her on top of him, and he pulled away from her abruptly.

"Uh, Bonnie, if you continue to move that way, I don't know... it's just driving me crazy."

"Which way? Like this?" She said rolling her hips. She rocked back and forth on him, forcing his erection to dig into her.

"Oh fuhh..."

"Ah ah ah, language." She said. Cutting him before he could say it.

He wrapped one arm around her lower back and gently held the back of her head at the cusp of her neck before pulling her in for a more intense experience, and turning them over. Her hands wrapped around his wide back and she held onto him until they were face to face and he was now on top of her. "I've given you four hours, of glorious, kissing, and innocent touching. But now that I see you want to play dirty, it's my turn to take control. Are you ready Schiavetto mio?"

Bonnie took a deep breath feeling all his weight on her body. It was new. It wasn't Kol. She had never done this with another man. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, trying not to think so hard. But it wasn't hard. Everything about Damon came naturally, and she was ready to trust him. Three months into, whatever they were doing, she was ready to trust him. She opened her eyes and his were staring into hers, as if nothing else existed besides the two of them.

"I am ready."

He lowered his lips to hers again and spread her legs with his legs as he distracted her with a kiss. One at a time, he moved a leg until she was spread before him. The sheet covered their bodies, and it made it that much scarier, for her because when she bravely peaked under the black silk sheets, she couldn't see anything.

"Schiavetto, I want you to follow my lead for a minute. Okay?"

"Okay." She said, breathing in a distractive manner. He held his body up with one arm, and the other, he placed his hand gently on her chest. He felt her breathing, and proceeded to help her control it.

"Every time I press down, I want you to inhale, deep and slow. Then, exhale, slowly. We will do these five times, and you will breath at my pace. If you remember, in your contract, one of the items on there was breathing control. Do you remember?"

"Yes."

"Good. Follow my lead. After the first five breaths, I'm going to remove my hand and we will do five more breaths together, okay?"

"Yes."

"Good girl. Now, take a second, to listen, since we haven't spoken of or signed your contract, we will adhere to a verbal agreement for this weekend, for your sake and protection. Do I have permission to be your dominant for the next two days?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"You have permission to be my dominant for the next two days."

"Good girl. Do you trust me, as your dominant and this verbal agreement, if so, tell me in your words, Submissive?"

"I trust you, to be my dominant, in this spoken agreement, and I willingly submit to you."

"Good girl. Before we practice breathing, a few more agreements, to ensure, that during the next two days, you will understand me, and I you. There will be no miscommunication. If there is at any point, you have permission to stop. Do you understand?"

"I understand, that we will be at an understanding beforehand, and if at any time, I need, I have permission to stop."

"Submissive, you will be given the opportunity to create your own word for safe keeping. This word ensures the second you say it, all activity ceases and you can continue at your own discretion. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Submissive, what is your chosen safe word?"

"Pickles." She said trying to keep a straight face.

"Pickles?" He asked amused.

"Yes. I figure, there will be no confusion."

"Okay, pickles it is." He smiled. "I'm going to practice soft limits with you most of the time. As this is your first experience. If I practice a hard limit I will ask for your permission before. Do you understand?"

"I understand." All while they are speaking his body is slowly, forcing her breathing to accommodate his.

"Do you understand the difference between hard and soft limits, from your contract, or, should I explain them?"

"I understand the difference between hard and soft limits. I understand you will practice soft limits and only hard limits with permission."

"Okay, now, we are going to breath. I bet you didn't notice that in speaking, we just aligned our breathing patterns. Now let's practice ten deep breaths, on my count. 1, 2, 3..." He began taking ten deep breaths with her. He spoke to her a little to keep her brain relaxed. "You know, I'm very curious to see, what kind of woman you are sexually. Do you talk? Demand? Cry? Scream? Beg? Do you like soft touches, or hard slaps? How will you interact with me? I'm very curious about it all. I'm going to perfect you. I promise, and I will be controlling your orgasms before you know it." He smiled.

"Control my orgasms?"

"Oh yeah, Schiavetto. We will be practicing orgasm control. And I will be controlling when you cum. You will learn to cum on queue for me." Bonnie listened and felt a loss of words. She wasn't sure how she felt about orgasm control. "I need you to trust, that I know, what I'm doing." As they began, she didn't realize he was softening her thought process to his technique. After the first five breaths, he removed his hand from her chest and moved it to her lower body. His index finger wrapped around her body and reached for her backdoor. The moment she felt a tender push, she yelled.

"Pickles!" She said frightfully.

"I haven't done anything."

"You're touching my asshole." She said like a lost school girl.

"Okay, um... I haven't done anything yet. Trust me, please. I wouldn't start you with a hard limit, baby. Okay? Do you trust me?"

"I do." She said softly.

"May I continue?"

"Yes, you may."

"Okay, focus on the breathing. One more thing, no curse words, unless I give you permission. If you curse, I will slap you, understand?"

"I understand."

"Do I have permission to punish you?"

"Yes. You have permission to punish me."

Damon began working his hand back around, and Bonnie focused on the breathing. She felt slight discomfort, until her eight breath when suddenly his finger was inside of her. She didn't feel it go in, but it was inside of her and she took her last couple breaths before biting her lips and squeezing her eyes shut.

"Look at me Schiavetto. Are you uncomfortable?" He asked pushing his finger further into her slowly.

"Hmm. I'm okay." His eyes were distracting her and she moaned loudly, wanting to scream pickles, until his other hand slid up her chest and neck and his fingers made their way into her mouth. Her moans turned into sucking his finger, while his other fingers worked her in a way she'd never been worked. Then as finger worked her back door, she felt a thumb begin to rub her sensual sensuous pleasure zone between her lady lips. This feeling was confusing, but overwhelmingly, erotic. Every once in a while, the thumb would slip into her, dragging out her juices and rubbing them over her nub of pleasure. He watched her licking his lips, turned on by everything about her.

"Damn' You are so wet." He worked her gently and she started to suck the fingers of his other hand harder. Bonnie's hips rolled and she was feeling herself dripping onto his hand, and the sounds it was making, made her feel dirty, but turned on. "Listen to your pussy, it's gushing wet. You hear it Schiavetto?" He leaned into her. "How does that feel baby? You like how I make your pussy drip all over my fingers?"

She wrapped her hands around his wrist feeling and abundance of pleasure. "It feels amazing. Don't stop, I'm going to cum." He rubbed her faster and watched her become wild with desire. As she was getting into it, he pulled his hand out of her and watched her glare at him. Her face, was in shock.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Because you were about to cum."

"I know. That's the point, right?"

"No. Don't question me. Turn over." She looked at him, confused, he just ripped her orgasm away from her. "Now, Schiavetto." He demanded

When she didn't move quick enough he flipped her.

SMACK! To her ass cheeks.

"Move when I say move. Capisci!"

"Si Maestro."

"Brava bambina." He smiled. "All fours." He demanded and she was on all fours in the middle of his bed, naked. "Arch your back, baby, poke it out for me." He said softly. Once again, he was blessed with the lining of her body against the natural lighting. She looked like a masterpiece, in the middle of his bed. Bonnie arched her back and poked her bottom out for him. The sight of her made Damon licked his lips. "Don't move." He got up and walked into his closet and grabbed a camera. He stepped out of the closet and kneeled in front of the bed. Next to her silhouette. "Look at me baby. Just naturally turn your head and look at me." Damon, took a picture of Bonnie's body from the side. Her hair thrown over her shoulder, her green eyes glistening in the sun, and the line of her body against the back drop of his room. He couldn't see her private parts. Her biceps covered her breast, and all he saw was the curve of her body and her face. She looked like every dream he'd ever had of her in this position, and looking at her, made him fall in love, with the idea of the two of them.

"I've never had another woman, in my bed. This means your special, you know that?" Bonnie sucked her lower lip, with a smile. Her face was so pure in these moments, he couldn't help but smile. "You're so got damn beautiful."

After taking some pictures, he lowered his camera and just stared at her. He sat in his briefs one bent knee and the other bent before him holding up his body weight. "Bite your lip." He demanded, holding the camera up again.

"On command?"

"Bite it baby."

Bonnie bit her lip and he took more pictures of her. "Good girl." The more Bonnie bit her lip, the more she got into it, and the more he was getting turned on by her. Bonnies eyes shut, and her lip biting turned to humming. Damon stood up and put his camera down. He walked to the bed and started talking dirty to her. "Schiavetto, look at me." Her eyes opened slowly. "Turn over on your back."

He watched her slowly, turn over. "Good girl. Now, touch yourself."

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, I want you to play with yourself."

"Damon, I can't just... not with you watching."

"You are not to call me that, Schiavetto, suck your fingers and rub your clit. Before I punish you." He said with a serious face.

Bonnie lie on his bed, and he spread her legs with his hands. She slowly put her fingers in her mouth. She felt uncomfortable. Although masturbating was the way she came 99% of the time, she never had to perform for anyone. She became more nervous, and her breathing picked up.

"Control your breathing baby. Take your time." He said watching her pull her fingers out of her mouth before sliding them down her body slowly. "When you touch yourself, I want you to use one hand on your nipples and the other on your clit. Make love to yourself."

"Maestro, it's not-"

"Shut up. Close your eyes." She closed her eyes. Damon started to talk her through it, forcing her mind to let go. Could she let go? She was mentally fighting the process. But he intended to break her controlling ways. "Schiavetto, remember when I spanked you? How the feel of my hand controlled your body. The sting of my skin, against your skin, allowed you to let go. Just live in the moment. Remember baby?"

"Yes."

"Focus on that. And when it's time, maybe I'll let you cum, if you're a good girl." He took a deep breath, "You like the feel of my hand spanking you, don't you?"

With closed eyes and a focused brain, Bonnie moaned in agreement. "Yes." He watched the rise and fall of her chest, and she was beautiful. Damon, walked to the other side of the bed and lie next to her on his bed, and began talking dirty in her ear. He lowered his voice and spoke in soft commands.

"Good, now focus on what you felt, when I was talking to you. You like the sound of my voice baby. When I control you, fucking you with my words? Letting my words into your brain, and controlling all of what you thought to be your logic, forcing you to give into me? How does it feel when I talk into your ear like this, huh? Can you feel the vibration of my voice, in your core?" He spoke lower and deeper. "Does it affect you when I breath into your ear," he nibbled her ear, "and taste your skin. Do you love it, when my lips are on your body? I'll tell you what I love Schiavetto."

Bonnie's body was feeling his voice penetrate her senses. Not just her hearing, but she could physically feel his words as he described things to her, and she could taste his desire for her, and her body let go a little more as one hand pinched and played with her nipples, and the other played with her kitty. He watched the rise and collapse of her stomach, and the way her stomach muscle shook as she was trying to control her urges. He kept speaking. "Imagine your hands are my hands, be greedy with your body. Touch yourself, the way you'd want me to touch you." He watched her become wildly attentive to her own body, and her petite fingers put in the work of a man, forcing her to be him in her own head. He gently kissed her jaw, and the space behind her ear, letting his breathing, heat her body up.

"Touch me, please." She begged

"You want me to touch you, Schiavetto? Where? Your pussy, your nipples, your lips?"

"Just touch me. Anywhere. I want to feel your skin." She begged, and he watched her, while she remained at his mercy. Bonnie's hands became greedy and she reached for his hand and he pulled away. "I hate you..." she spoke with trembles in her voice, and her body yearned for his touch. He grinned and crawled over her to the other side of the bed, lying next to her on the other side, purposely not touching her. She forced her eyes closed and stopped touching herself.

"Did I say you could stop? Keep touching yourself, or I won't touch you."

"I hate you so much."

"You hate me? But you love when I touch you." He blew the skin of her nipple gently watching it pebble and harden before his eyes. Her perfect nipple went erect with desire, while she touched herself. Then he let his tongue tickle her fingers as he gently pulled her nipple between his teeth, and sucked, while she pinched. Just the slightest touch of him sent her over the edge. He worked his tongue ever so gently over her fingers battling with them for her nipples.

"Oh... my... God..."

"I love, when your about to cum. I love what it does to me. I bet you want to cum Schiavetto. I bet you want to be fucked by me, so you can cum, right? Aren't you sick of makin yourself cum? Don't you want to see what it's like to fuck a real man? I'm a real man. I can fuck you baby. I can fuck you however you want, hard, soft, rough, gentle, slow, fast... deep. I can make it painful, if you'd like You want to cum for your Maestro like the little submissive brat you are?"

"I do. I want to cum." She cried.

"I'm going to tell you a story, about when I watched you cum the first time, and what it did to me."

Bonnie was forced to smell him and feel him as he pressed closer to her. "You are impossibly unfair Maestro." She whispered.

"I'm an asshole baby." He smiled against her cheek. He put his hand on hers. "Don't stop, keep touching baby. Keep feeling your sweet little pussy for Maestro."

"Mmmm." She moaned, opening him up for the monologue of torture he was about to recite to her.

"The moment you let me put my hands in your panties, you turned me into this relentless predator, on the hunt for you. I love how the instant my fingers touched the lips of your perfect little, pussy, your body tensed against me. I felt the muscles in your stomachs tighten, and your thighs squeeze together for mere moments, trying to keep me from touching you. But you knew you needed my touch and before you know, it, you slowly, opened them for me to have easier access. You got wet before I even touched you, so when my fingers rubbed against your pussy, your juices soaked me." Bonnie began to moan, listening to him. "Your pussy became hungry for me, and I kept thinking, how much I couldn't wait to put my cock inside of you, because... Well, if my fingers did that, I knew my cock would have had you dripping all over me. But as ripe as you were, you weren't ready for me in that way. Not back then. I needed to break you in slowly." He kissed the corner of her lips as she felt weakened by his words. "Then, there's...Your face." He smiled. "You make the most erotic faces when you're in utter pleasure. Biting your lip, sucking your lip. You even make awkward fucking faces, but I love those faces, and how natural you are when you I touch you. You don't try to be some delicate flower. You moan loud, or low, or even guttural at times. I like your deep moans, they remind me of hard fucking, which I love. A good... hard... fuck." At this point, Bonnie's gnawing her lip off, listening to this torture. "You breath really quietly in the seconds before you're about to cum." He gets deeper and lower into her ear, letting his breath tickle her skin. "Then as you begin hitting your peak, every muscle in your body tightens. It's as if you have a full body orgasm. Because then, right before you cum, your thighs muscles shake, your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your chest collapses. And when you cum, your entire body grips mine like the world is about to end. Your nails dig into me and, I about have to contain myself from stuffing you with every inch of my cock. You cum for minutes at a time, and the harder you cum, the more swollen your pussy gets. The trick is to swell your pussy lips up with my torture. The more swollen I make you, the easier it is to make you cum, over, and over, and over. And every night when I'm at home, I beat my dick like it stole something, with that memory of you. By picturing your face, your noises and your smell."

Damon's word send her over the edge, when he topped it off by sucking her nipple. Bonnie's body clenches and tightens and she reaches her peak and as she's about to cum, he grabs her arms and pinning them above her head and stops her from playing other herself.

"What the fuck?" She said angrily. "Your fucking it up. I was about to cum." Her breathing was heavy and uncontained.

Damon slapped her!

SLAP!

"Fuck."

SLAP!

"Watch your mouth Schiavetto." She bit her lip wanting to slap him back, but she had no choice accept to control her anger as he pinned her arms down. "Did I say you could cum baby?"

"Are you kidding me? I need permission to cum?"

"You need permission to cum. I control everything Schiavetto. Did you think this was a game? This is my house baby. You're in my house. My rules, my commands. I will control your orgasms. This is not a negotiation." He said with a straight face.

"Got damn you, move." She pushed past him from the bed, and proceeded to go somewhere away from him. He grabbed her by the arm. And pinned her against the wall. Then he smiled at her wickedly.

"Forty-eight hours Schiavetto. Six hours down, forty-two to go." He walked away and left her a ball of nerves against the wall and left the room. In her frustration, she went to her phone and dialed Kat's number. Six times. Six times it went straight to voicemail. She felt selfish. She knew Kat just had the best night of her life.

"Why would she answer her phone. She's laying blissfully with her fiancé, probably making love. Which is exactly what I'm not doing." Bonnie turned her phone off. "You can handle this Bonnie. You can handle Damon. Note to self: let best friend enjoy her New fiancé, and beautiful engagement ring." Bonnie took some deep breaths and headed back to his bed. She'd been up for almost twenty-four hours. She hadn't slept at all since the morning before the party. When she and Damon made it back to his place around 4 in the morning, they never went to sleep. Just spent hours kissing. She held on to that memory, while he was currently torturing her. Then she took a cold shower to calm her nerves.

oOo

"Elena, about last night."

"Nope. Not talking about it Caroline. Whatever happened, happened, and I don't want to know. Neither should you."

"Why, do you know something I don't know, Elena."

"Not at all, just, think it's better left alone."

(Except I fucked your new boyfriend.) Elena thought.

"Okay. Good. Did you... have fun?"

"I don't remember much, but I'm pretty sure I had a good time."

"Those people are weird though, right? Like... that English jackass, Klaus. He's such a douche."

(But boy can he work his tongue.) Caroline thought.

"Did Tyler say anything?"

"No. he just said he needed a shower, and some more sleep." Caroline laughed. "He fell asleep in the shower."

"What, no we didn't. I wasn't in the shower with Tyler."

"What are you talking about? No, he fell sleep during his shower." Caroline furrowed her brows, "You okay, Lena?"

"Yeah. I should get off of the phone. I need to take Stefan to get some food. He's starving and I don't cook." She laughed.

"Okay, well.. if you hear anything interesting about the party. Let me know. Please, I'm so interested to see who cheated on who?" Her snide giggle made Elena feel guilty. Bu really, Caroline just didn't want to feel like the only cheater.

"Yeah, sure. Okay Caroline. Bye."

"Bye girl."

oOo

"That's it baby, ride me." Kol gripped Andie's hips as she hopped up and down on top of him. She moved his hands up to her breasts, and moaned. "Your breasts are fucking phenomenal." He gripped them hard, as her implants were capable of taking the torture.

"Thanks, my ex-husband bought them. Well worth every penny." She continued bouncing while he stroked her DD's.

They continued their motions, in her bed as she screamed to the high heavens feeding his ego. "Your wild. I love it."

She dropped her body onto his and slid off him slowly, before sliding down his body and taking him into her mouth, "Mmm." She moaned spitting on his pipe and slurping it off, forcing him into excitement. She was pulling out all her tricks, as she wanted to make him forget about Bonnie. She watched him as his mouth made the "o" shape and before his head dropped back she pulled up and played with his tip with her tongue. He felt in pure heaven and then his phone rang. Praying it wasn't Bonnie he picked it up and looked at it, April.

"Bloody hell." He sighed.

"Stop looking at your phone."

"I'm trying, it just won't stop ringing." He said finally getting a text from Caleb, reading, got some Intel for you. Call me later. He smiled and dropped his phone, enjoying his current, obligation.

"Good news?"

"We can only hope. Stop talking, keep sucking baby. Your fucking amazing." He made her blush and she continued, pulling his soul out of his body as hard as she was sucking. "Fuck yeah." He gripped his hands into the scalp of her hair, and pulled her up to him. Turned her onto her stomach and penetrated her from behind. "Do I feel good inside of you?"

"Yes, you do. I'm going to cum."

"What?" He was shocked, because he could never make Bonnie cum like this.

"Yes... keep doing what you're doing." Kol lifted her body and continued along his motions until she came, and when she did, he hit his peak shortly after.

oOo

Katherine and Elijah were lying in bed naked, still hungover and tired from the night before. Kat, turned to Elijah as he slept and woke him up. Her lips tickled his ear and he immediately woke up and pulled her into him. "Baby, I'm not trying to have sex. I just thought you looked cute as you slept."

"I see."

He paused staring at her. "Are you angry?"

"You mean, because you were making A fool of yourself, after you drank too much last night?" He asked patiently.

"Yes. That would be the reason."

"Well, you owe me an explanation."

"I just wanted to have some fun. I was petty, but, it was in good fun."

"Kitten, I shall not tell a lie." He sat up and drug his body to the headboard and pulled her onto his lap to face him. "I observed you the entire night. You were misbehaving. Inlet you have your special night, but I was not a fan of the behavior. Like you and Elena switching dresses trying to fool everyone."

"Wait, you knew, we switched dresses?"

"I did. You were going to try to trick me with your sister. And let's not forget, Elena has a permanent deer in the headlights look on her face. You have a permanent, snare."

She rolled her eyes laughing, "So your saying I have a permanent RFB?"

"Excuse me, RBF?"

"Resting bitch face."

"Oh yes. Definitely. You have that look stuck to you permanently. I immediately knew the deer walked to me, and the wicked little witch was across the room waiting to see me fail. You're terrible, why would you do that to me? I proposed to you, gave you a big beautiful surprise, and a ring beautiful enough to make you the envy of every woman you know. Why would you do such a terrible thing to me?" He said pulling her in close. Her small nude frame pressed against his as he kept it PG and just wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I don't know. Because Lijah. I need to admit something to you. I, truly have, I messed up."

"Explain yourself Kitten." He said, forcing her to feel insecure.

"I wasn't sure about us a few weeks ago. Okay. I was hanging out and not being the best girlfriend. I was flirting and accepting guy's advances, and drinks and being awful." He gently pushed her off of him, and looked at her with utter disappointment.

"You did, what?"

"Keeper, baby... please don't be upset, I-"

"Stop, no excuses. Just tell me what you did, Katarina! Tell me how you allowed yourself... a beautiful, vivacious woman, to be beaten by her insecurities? Please, tell me." He spoke out emotionally.

"I was afraid, Okay. All I wanted to do was, know for sure that you and I were-"

"Were what? Serious? Monogamous? This is... Definitely not what I expected. Not from you. After the speech, I gave." Elijah walked away from Kat, storming off towards his bathroom. He stopped and looked at her, "We agreed from day one, that if we ever invited another in, it would be mutually decided. Have we had threesomes before? Sure. What the hell were we thinking? I didn't know kitten, but we made the decision together, regardless. But you stepping out, then trying to trick me with your sister. How old are we? I can't understand."

"Keeper, baby-"

"No. Don't... don't call me that." His face was red, and she saw the tears that he was near shedding. "I can't look at you right now. I'm sorry." Elijah grabbed some sweatpants from his master bathroom closet, and walked out of his room, leaving her naked, entangled into his sheets.

Kat fought the urge to cry. Instead she looked at her ring. "What have I done? Fuck my fucking, life. What the hell have I done?" She looked for her phone. "God, I need Bonnie. I need Bonnie. Where's my fucking phone?" Kat spent a while looking for her phone, and once she found it, it was dead. "Damnit. Where's my charger?" She ran around the house looking for a charger. For once, she had no answers, no questions, she had no feeling. Everything was blank in her head. She was so discombobulated, she couldn't find anything. At that moment, she realized she was stuck in Elijah's manor, no idea where her car keys were, or any phone charger, Elijah left. The only person there was Kat, looking at the remnants of the beautiful party he'd surprised her with, and the feeling of how she didn't deserve it. She had no choice. She broke down.

oOo

Bonnie lay in Damon's room asleep. The sheet covered her body. He wore her out earlier. Mentally. He teased her body and her mind, until she gave up. He brought her near completion several times, and then stopped her from being able to cum.

oOo Damon's POV oOo

We made an agreement, she would fully submit to me. She's really stuck on defiant behavior. Maybe to the untrained eye, she's following though, but I can feel the tension in her body and the hesitance in her mind. She's not translucent in this process. She's fighting it through and through. The thing about it is, I'm having a hard time. As close as we've gotten for three months, I'm nervous. I've gotten to know her. Mentally, she and I are so compatible, I can't handle being in a room with her and not speaking to her. I could talk to her about anything. I love, just talking to her. It's not about sex with us. Hell, we haven't had sex. As bad as I want to, I love what we have built as friends. Today and tomorrow is about her submitting to me. No matter how much I want to give in, I've gotta be an asshole. And the part of me, that wants her to submit, fights the part of me, that just wants to see what it's like to just, be normal with her. The part of me that wants to lay on the couch, and watch movies. Hell, I broke one of my cardinal rules. No kissing on the mouth. Why was it a rule you ask? Because I made a promise to myself, never to allow a woman to kiss me on the mouth that I wasn't in love with. And as I stand here, in the doorway, watching her sleep, in my bed, the first woman, I've ever allowed into my house ... I realize I didn't break a rule. She was the exception. Since day one.

Damon crawled over Bonnie's body, while she lay asleep on her stomach. He pressed his lips against her shoulder and kept kissing her skin until she woke up. "Rise and shine sleepy head."

Bonnie refused to open her eyes instead she groaned. "Go away."

"I can't Schiavetto. You belong to me for the next... forty hours. Now, wake up, or I'm going to be forced to wake you up, and baby doll... it won't be so nice." He said whispering in her ear. Damon flipped Bonnie over and started on her body again. Just peppering her with kisses. His lips gently kissed down her mid region, until he reached her pubic line, and once her panties tickled his chin, he pulled them down with his teeth, exciting her. Once she was comfortable with him again, he pulled up and pulled her with him. "As much as I'd love to eat your pussy, I've... cooked for us. Come on." He took his shirt of and put it on her.

"I've got some clothes."

"I like you in my clothes."

"Wow, you cook? Or is it like, something from a box?"

"No. I actually, love to cook spaghetti. I really take my time. And since, I knew you'd sleep a while, I thought I'd cook for you, since you cooked for everyone last night."

"That's incredibly sweet. But I thought this time was just about me "submitting" to you?"

"It is. I want you to give me your entire self this weekend Sweet pea. I want you to trust me with you, as I said. Mind, body, and soul. I know I can be an asshole, but... I'm capable of taking care of you. I'm more than capable of much more than that." He said it, with his arms around her waist, standing in his jeans, shirtless, and barefoot, on his oak wood floor. "Now, get your pretty little ass in that kitchen, and let me feed you." He slapped her on her butt, and scooted her out of the room. "And, I'll let you wear panties, for the time being."

oOo

As they sat in the kitchen, he casually rolled spaghetti around his fork, then fed her. She sat in the chair, and he was next to her, fork-feeding her. He twirled the noodles around with the fork, on top of the spoon, and fed her like she was a queen and he was a petty servant. "The thing about dominant submissive relationships, is tricky, because both people are meant to serve and dominate in their own way. Me feeding you, I'm just caring for you. It's how I want you to understand that while I want to control certain aspects of this partnership I also want to serve you in different ways. It's important I show you how much I value you. We aren't just sexual Sweet pea. Were mental more than anything. But my goal, this weekend is for us to exchange every intimacy we can. Mental, emotional, verbal, and sexual."

The entire time he's speaking, he is feeding her. And she's not talking, because she's thoroughly invested in his verbiage. "What is your goal?"

"To know you, in every way. To be the ONLY man, who knows you in every way. Your mind, your body, your souls, your heart. I want those things to belong to me." He said handing her the glass of wine, as she finished her last bite.

"That's a hefty endgame for a two-day venture together. Wouldn't you say?" She sipped her wine, heavily at him.

"No. it's not. It's an ideal endgame." He picked their plate up that they shared and took it to his sink, rinsed it out.

"Oh, my God, I'm stuffed. That was delicious. Did you look up some Pinterest recipe?" She asked jokingly, remembering how Kol took a swing at cooking for her a few weeks back.

"What's Pinterest?"

"Oh, never mind. I'm just kidding. How long have you been making spaghetti?"

"Well, my ma taught me and Stefan how to make it, when we were teenagers. We loved her spaghetti and we always asked her to make large portions, so we could just eat leftovers after school. So one day she taught us. My brother and I have always been very self-sufficient with everything. But, we never did really cook. So, she taught us, that if all else failed, and we were hungry, we could make spaghetti."

She smiled at him. "That's a cute story. I didn't picture you as mama's boys. And you call her "MA" that's even cuter."

"We aren't mama's boys. She's dead. We've been without her for over twenty years." Bonnie's face went blank. Then her eyes saddened.

"I had no idea. I'm sorry for your loss."

"Yeah, it's been so many years, I almost forget." He had no emotion speaking of his mother. He was almost cold about it. Bonnie realized, maybe his mother's death had something to do with his choice of impersonal relationship style.

"Do you visit her grave?"

"What?"

"I asked, because I visit my grams' grave. It's therapeutic."

"Is it? I've never given the thought to her being gone." He said coldly. "I'm sorry for your loss. You must have been close to her."

"I was." She smiled sipping her wine. "Anyways, I could always go with you sometime. Be a support system."

"You'd do that? That's, very Bonnie-like of you?"

"Bonnie-like?"

"Yes. You're really attentive."

"You think? Wow, I'm not. I'm quite neglectful."

"No, you're not. The morning I showed up at your house, you fed me. You made sure I ate, and drank, and was full. You kept trying to make me comfortable, and asking if I was okay. You were focused on me. You told me, I needed someone to take care of me. And as much as I hate to admit it, the night I met you, you were completely attentive to your husband. Before everything happened. Hell, you still give him unnecessary nurturing Bonnie. Its unhealthy the way you baby him."

"Well, my husband says I neglect him. That's why my marriage is failing. Well, not failing. I failed." She laughed.

"What does that mean? You believe you're the reason you and him both gave up?"

"I believe, that I was so career-focused, and driven to be successful, that I neglected my marriage. Then he became selfish, and we just... both stopped focusing on each other. I can admit that. I didn't need therapy for it. I was just too ashamed to admit I failed."

"I don't think that it's true. I think you gave your marriage as much as you could, and you got sick of supporting him. Your marriage was one-sided. Based on what I've heard. You didn't fail. You married the wrong man."

"When a marriage fails, both people failed it."

"I agree with what you are saying. I just think you are being hard on yourself."

"I need to be, so I don't make the same mistake twice."

"Are you always so hard on yourself? You force yourself to take the blame of everything. It's okay, if you feel like someone failed you, and didn't do what they were supposed to do. You don't have to take the blame for his actions. Your actions, yes. But not his. You married the wrong man, I will stand by those words.

"Maybe, or he could've married the wrong woman. I wasn't marriage material at twenty-two that's for sure."

"Geez, twenty-two? Yeah, you may have jumped the gun." He laughed.

"Plus, I had the whole notion that I was supposed to marry the man I lost my virginity to. My parents were that way. I thought it was the right thing to do, until, I realized, my parents aren't as happy as I thought they were, when I was growing up. I guess it's a good thing we never had kids. Even though we tried for years."

"You and Kol?"

"Yeah. I thought it would repair us, but, it just tore me down mentally."

"Why is that?" He became intently focused on her. But Bonnie's eyes began to water.

"Ugh. Nothing." She laughed pathetically, trying to shrug off her feelings. "Just didn't work for us."

"Do you do that, often? Brush your feelings under a rug. Fearing the person, you're talking to doesn't care about your feelings."

"No. I didn't do that, I just, let it go, because there's no need to harp about something I can't change."

"Having children, is important, to you?"

"It was."

"And now?"

"Let's just say I started to take birth control three years ago. After four years of trying and failing, I'd rather just take my loss, and move on. Not getting pregnant for four years, and miscarrying once I finally did, was enough to mentally break me down. It was depressing. I wanted children, so badly. I'm just feel empty inside."

"I'm sorry you went through that. Miscarrying, or the death of a child is considered the second most painful loss, next to the loss of a spouse, in psychological studies. Do you want children?"

"I did."

"Now you don't?"

"Now I'm married to a man that I don't want to have children with. So, there you go. No kids for me."

"It sounds like you want children."

"Well, things change." She spoke softly.

"Are you sterile?"

"I don't know."

"I bet he's impotent. He drinks like a fish. Why wouldn't you get checked?"

"Because, it was my excuse to cut my husband off sexually." She laughed sipping her wine, becoming tipsy, and saying more than she wanted to.

"Why?"

"Because he was a sex fiend, and when he would come home late at night drunk, after losing something of ours in a gambling debt, he would-" she cleared her throat. "God. I should go floss, and brush."

"Bonnie, what did Kol do, when he was drunk?"

She froze then covered it with laughter, nervously and he watched her body language, and her eyes, how they shifted up and to the left. Her hands fidgeted and she forced herself to look him in the eye and lie, "He yelled a lot. It made me uncomfortable with him."

"Bonnie, why does it feel like you're lying?"

"Because, as I said, there's no need to harp about things I can't change."

"What did he do, Bonnie?" He sat across from her, focused on her mannerisms and she swallowed a couple of swigs of wine to buy time.

"He yelled. Very loud, and abrasively." She said, keeping a straight face, but fiddling with her fingers. "He could yell at me for hours sometimes, because he was wasted out of his mind, not realizing what he was doing. So, he had the energy to just... keep going. And I just listened. I never spoke. I took it, all the yelling. It reminded me of how much I lacked as a wife. So, I dealt with it, because if I wasn't so neglectful in the first place, he wouldn't have yelled, right? I guess it was his way of getting his point across. I was a terrible wife, so I just let him yell whenever he wanted, even if I didn't want to be yelled at, because it was my way of apologizing for wanting to be successful more than wanting to be married." She held in every emotion, and kept her face cold.

Damon stood up from the table and walked to her, he was getting the impression that Bonnie was speaking in code. But he had to clarify. "He didn't yell... Bonnie?" He reached for her hand, but she moved her hand.

"No. Don't... don't do that. I'm fine. Don't look at me differently. Please. I'm a person. I'm not my failures." She said more than convincingly. "I'm not a failure." He reached for her hand anyways, and held it.

"And you grew to hate being intimate and sexual because of it. When's the last time he yelled at you?"

"About three years ago."

Damon found himself angered but he had to push it aside for what immense pain Bonnie was holding in. He had to just be what she was asking him to be. And she was asking him to ignore the horrible thing he just heard her say, and just be there without judgement, or grief. "You're not a failure. You couldn't be if you tried. I'm sorry, you have so much trauma surrounding your marriage. But I agree, with one thing for sure. You are not a failure." He wiped her tears.

She changed the subject, hoping to avoid any more emotion. "Speaking of children. I hear, you want no parts of them?" She remembered her conversation with Caroline.

"Wow, imagine me as a father." He laughed.

"I bet you'd be a good father." He didn't believe the words good father belonged in a sentence with his name.

"I never thought about kids. I've never been in a relationship. So, kids weren't really on my radar, but I mean... the right woman can always make me think about it."

"Maybe the right woman, would make you submit to her, and you'd have no choice but to give her everything she wanted." She laughed.

"I'm sure the right woman, could make me change, before she even realized it."

"Maybe." She wiggled her brows. "But it's clear, it's not Andie or Caroline."

"Oh, I realize what you may think about me, after whatever you heard-"

"I don't think anything. You and Caroline had sex. She said you were an asshole. Andie wanted to divulge in a disrespectful way, and Kat and I put them both in their place. I don't want to judge you on your past."

"No wonder she was upset with you last night." He laughed.

Bonnie looked at him seriously. "She's a total bitch you know? And I know I'm a bitch also. But, it's my opinion that... You deserve better."

"Why do you say that?"

"She talks about you like, like.. you're her..."

"Property?"

Bonnie shook her head in anger. "I didn't want to say that."

"You didn't have to, I read between the lines well with you. You can't get much passed me, sweet pea."

"If I'm being honest, I dislike her. The way I dislike Kol." She laughed.

"It's a good thing she and I are, done then, isn't it?" He spoke inching closer to her.

"It's a very good thing." She spoke, staring at his lips. "The possibilities are endless, right?"

His eyes were now on her lips. He spoke low and slow. "Not really. I'm limited, to one possible... prospect."

Their faces were at a slow, gradual, pull towards one another. Just as her head tilted one way, his tilted the other, "One prospect?" She asked.

"She's kind of ..." he kissed her lips, "blown into my life like a tornado." Damon stood up and pulled her with him by gripping her hair from the nape of her neck.

"Maestro?"

"Yes Schiavetto?"

"Let's get naked." She said before kissing him.

"Did I give you permission, to kiss me?"

"No."

"No, I didn't. Did I?" He stood her up. "Go to the bedroom, and get on the bed, and wait for me."

"Yes." She nodded her head and walked towards his bedroom. Damon thought to himself, about how to deal with her. After what he just heard, and what this weekend was about, he couldn't figure out what was the best way to handle her. His hands pushed through his scalp from front to back roughly and he walked in circles, trying to figure her out. He looked at his perfectly untouched home, no how barely lived in it was... and he was tired of all the wide open, empty space. He was always alone, until he met her. He didn't want her to wait for too long, so he headed back towards her, maybe he'd have an answer once he saw her.

When he turned the corner, walked down the hallway and came to his room, she sat, naked on his bed, waiting for him. She was at the edge of the bed, legs spread, back arched, and breast on full display. She turned at the slightest sound of his breathing in the doorway and smiled.

"I don't think you want this." He said.

"I want you."

"You can't. Not this way." He walked to her and stood between the legs of a woman, he's been wanting for three months. "I can't, do it. I can't take advantage of your vulnerability."

"Stop thinking about our conversation in the kitchen. I trusted you enough, to let it go, and not dig so deep, why are you doing this?"

"Because I care about you." He watched the yearning in her eyes grow.

"Stop talking." She said unbuckling his pants. He watched her, and wanted to stop her, but didn't. His pants were undone and falling down his waist and now sat at his ankles seconds later. His briefs still covered his manhood and she wasn't having it. She attempted to pull them down, and the more he watched her, the harder he got, and he grew as he stood there, and when she pulled his briefs down, she took her time with his muscular ass and went even slower releasing the spring of his cock. But once she was face to face with the sight of it for the first time, she took it into her hands, just staring at it, "Oh my... it's so perfect." She placed her hands on the muscular, hard flesh of his behind and pulled him into her when her mouth touched him, he pulled away.

"Let me do this." She said, pulling him back into her. "Let go." She smiled and she was back within seconds. After a few minutes, he was just speechless, he didn't have to command her on what to do, she was doing it perfectly. He couldn't even explain what she was doing, but she was making him feel like a king. The fact that she could handle him so deeply into her mouth was enough to make him want to submit to her. She took her time and she showed him attention, in places, woman had to be begged to be attentive to a man. She took him in deep and she even got him soak and wet with her. As much as he wanted to let her finish him, he couldn't.

"Stop."

"What, why?"

He didn't want to tell her he was about to fall out, because it felt so good, but he couldn't let her make him cum before he made her cum. "Because I said so."

He scooted her back and crawled over her body, and when he spread her legs she bit her lip making him want her more, if it was possible. "Do you want it gentle? Because, if that's what you want, give me the word."

"No. I don't."

"What do you want, tell me?"

"I want to be fucked, hard." She looked him in the eyes holding his face.

"Get out of my head." He took her arms and placed them roughly above her head. Her legs snakes around his waist.

"Fuck me."

"God your making this hard."

"I know, I can feel it. Your cock is perfect. I imagine what you'll feel like inside of my hot, wet, pussy. I'm so wet for you."

He grunted at her. "Stop." She started rolling her body into him. "Stop trying to control this Schiavetto."

"No." she maneuvered her body to where he was at her opening. She began pushing her body into his, and force him inside of her. Her hips were relentless and she was pushing her way into his cock, feeling him slowly stretch her. "Oh my god... ahh." She made several more noises as she felt him stretch her. "Put it inside of me."

He wanted to stop her, but the feeling of her pussy lips wrapping around his cock as if to squeeze him, made him weak for her. "You really want me inside of you?"

Bonnie put her lips to his. "I really want your cock, to pound into me."

"So, you are a talker."

"Bingo. I'm a talker." She smiled. "Now quit playing games and stick that beautiful cock inside of me, Maestro." He wanted to ram it into her. She was being so sassy, but he couldn't give her, her way. He wasn't the king of torture for nothing. He remembered his own rules.

Make her want it. Make her ask for it or need it. Make her beg for it.

He let the head of his cock push through slowly, and when she wanted to rush the experience, he pulled out. Then slapped her.

SLAP!

"Yes. SLAP me again." She said, and she slapped him.

"No Schiavetto. You will never SLAP me, without my permission. Do you understand?" He asked getting loud.

"Fuck me then!" She said angrily.

"Don't rush me." He said sitting up. She was frustrating him, with all of her trying to control things. He refused to give her what she wanted while she tried to use her control over him. So he got up and walked away. She was angry, at this point. He kept getting her turned all the way on and then throwing cold water on her. Once he stood up and walked out, she got off the bed and headed to grab her clothes, and she slammed his bathroom door shut.

He gave her the time to get herself dressed. He waited patiently. She was inside for more than ten minutes. When she came out, her hair was in a messy bun, and she put on some casual clothes. A tank top with no bra, and some shorts. She threw a cardigan over top and walked out of his bathroom. He stood there in his briefs, and she said nothing to him. She walked passed him, and he followed her. "What are you doing Schiavetto?"

"I'm done playing your submissive. You suck at this, or at least I'm presuming. What dominant, in their right mind, takes a person to the edge and then pulls back? Over and fucking over! You have a beautiful woman in your bed, willing and ready and you torture her? It's ridiculous."

"This is how I do things. You have to be willing to trust me."

"I don't have to do shit. I haven't had sex in close to four months. And before that, my sex life was awful for years, you just... work me up over and over. You know I'm horny for you, and in need of your body, but you just keep it from me. I'm over it and you and all of this? Pickles. Pickles. PICKLES!

"Pickles, really? Pickles my ass! You won't even give it a try. You keep trying to control things. You fight me every step of the way. This is what I do. I know what I'm doing. You don't, so STOP TRYING TO CONTROL EVERY GOT DAMN THING." He yelled.

"I was doing everything you said. You're controlling."

"Yes, I am controlling. But my control is good for us both, when you trust me. I notice when you fight me every step of the way."

"You're too damn sensitive." She said, being argumentative.

"No, I'm not. You're stubborn. You won't let go. You won't live in the moment, you won't even stop calling Kol your husband!" He yelled.

"He is my husband!" She yelled back. Now they're in each other faces.

"Who fucking cares! He's a lowlife."

"I know that. But I don't know shit else Damon."

"Don't call me that."

"I will, because I need you to get it. I've been with him longer than I was EVER single. Ten years Damon, seven of those married. I call him my husband out of habit. Because, that is what he is. I don't know a life outside of him, and it scares me to death... moving on. It scares me, because 95% of my adult life has been with him. Okay. I'm afraid. So, I figure, if I call him my husband repeatedly, I'll scare myself out of wanting you. The more I hear myself calling him my husband, the more awful I feel about wanting you. So maybe, if I say it enough, I leave you alone for good."

"So, you don't want this? Is that it?"

"The way I want you, I've never wanted something so bad in my entire life!" She yelled. She was shaken, and angry. Her nerves got the best of her, and she turned to walk away, when he snatched her little body into his and grabbed her possessively by the arms.

"Schiavetto, don't walk away from me!" He took notice of the loose cardigan, and pulled it off her. "Don't fucking walk away from me." He grabbed her arms again.

"Let go of me."

"Take your clothes off." He said giving her a serious face. "Now."

"No. You don't get to have it your way."

"To hell I don't. I will take your clothes off if you don't." She looked around, hoping to focus on anything accept his eyes. Slowly, she peeled off her clothes. And when he rushed the process, she got sassy.

"Fucking slow down!"

SLAP!

"No profanity from you."

He took full control of her in her angry state. He stood her in front of the bed. "You're making me break rules again. This is a form of punishment. I'm about to reprimand you. Verbally. Verbally, because I don't want to spank you. I want you to understand and give me verbal recognition. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Number one, Schiavetto, you will not try to use controlling tactics during play time! Do you understand?" He didn't yell but spoke loud and stern.

"I understand."

"You are my submissive! You will submit to me! Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You will not strike your Maestro during play time, this is cause for punishment. This is cause for a level three punishment. Level three, meaning harsh. You strike me again, and I will punish you. Do you understand me?" He said putting her onto the bed.

"Yes. I understand."

"Now. Since I can't practice hard limit punishments on you this weekend. I'm tying your hands to the bedpost. You won't have the use of your hands, Schiavetto, until further notice. Do you understand? If so, tell me with your words."

"I understand that you are tying my hands, until further notice. I will not have the use of them."

"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you hard. You've angered me. And while your confession, pleased me, I'm frustrated with your defiance. Beyond frustrated with your sassy and bratty behaviors." He began walking towards his closet and he came out with two neck ties. "Scoot back."

"Maestro..."

"No. you can't speak, until spoken to." Damon climbed over Bonnie, and one at a time, he tied each of her wrists to the post of his bed. He took his torturous time, forcing her to stay on edge. Bonnie lie vulnerably at his mercy, with the loss, of the use of her arms and hands.

"Brace yourself Schiavetto. If you thought I was an asshole before, then you may hate me for a while tonight. I'm going to torture you gently, until your body can't handle it." When Bonnie bit her lip he laughed. "Bite that lip, baby. You're just making it easier for me."

oOo

Kol took. Break from Andie for a couple of hours, while she slept. He tampered with some facts and figures, so he could calculate what he owed Caleb. Once he came up with the numbers, he called him.

"Caleb? What do you have for me?"

"First, why haven't you called my sister? She's been trying to get ahold of you all week."

"I have a fucking life. I'm busy with a job and a wife, in case you forgot."

"No, we haven't, but I doubt anything or anyone is more important than the mother of your child."

"She's six months pregnant. You act like she's fucking due tomorrow." Kol spit out. "Every minute I get of peace she's blowing up my phone. I need a fucking break. And if you want to get paid, I have to fucking work."

"She's asking me when you're coming back?"

"The deal was every other weekend. Now, what the fuck do you have for me?"

"Yeah, you got my money?"

"Yes, ten grand for you and two grand for your friend, if he gives you a name for that phone number."

"Okay, the name is registered to Salvatore and Associates. It's a cell phone registered under a business."

"Your fucking joking. Is this some sort of Joke?"

"No. The most recent transaction between both phones was Tuesday. That was shared. Every day after that, he'd called her several times, and texted her, and she didn't respond."

"Why am I not surprised? Are you done inputting that software?"

"No, your wife was home this week because of her building being shut down or something. So, you need to pick up his software yourself and download it."

"Sure. I'll be by."

(Kol... where are you?") Andie called out, garnering Caleb's attention.

"Who's that?"

"Just my wife. Listen I'll be by before the weekend is over. I've got some shit to take care of." Kol hung up without even saying bye. He got quietly annoyed and pulled hair at his root in frustration. "FUCK!" He left that bastard with his wife. He reached for his phone and called Bonnie. It went straight to voicemail. "FUCK!" He said punching the wall.

oOo

"Spread your legs." Damon barked as he dove into her warm place. His tongue flickered back and forth over her sensual nerve ending. He tickled her gently, with his tongue, licking her through torturously slow methods. He pulled up and blew soft breaths on her, watching her wetness, slowly dry. Then he'd use his fingers and massage her until she was soaking wet again.

"Oh god. My pussy is aching. Literally."

"Good. You're too sassy for your own good. You need to learn your lesson. You want utter pleasure, you will submit to me. You give me every part of you and I will give you everything in return."

"You're an asshole."

"Shut up! You're not allowed to talk."

For a while he used his fingers in a circular motion over her naughty nub, then added the sensation of gently sucking on it with his lips and tongue. Bonnie lie there and took it. She felt every bit of pulsing vibration when he started to hum while he sucked and she took it, even when she wished she could use her hands to hurry and finish the job. The worst part wasn't the sucking though, it was when his tongue caressed her like she was a tootsie pop. The slow back and forth, he created making sure every lick counted. Every taste needed to be savored. Her mind went wild when she felt the sensation of his entire tongue inside of her as his nose tickled her sensitive spot. He dove in and ate her like a champ. He was a contestant in a pie eating contest, and she was the pie and Damon ate her slowly, making her last.

Bonnie's nerves were hit so much, her thighs began to shake around Damon's head. He felt her nerves as he brought her to her peak, and she was ready to see what it felt like to be on the other side of the beautiful hilltop. And her body rose, and rose until she reached the top, and as she began to fall he pulled back and sat up.

Make her want it.

"No, please. Don't stop." She cried.

"I'm sorry baby, it wasn't time yet." He said looking at her. She felt herself still rising under the surface, all she needed him to do was touch her, once. Just put his tongue back on her for a second and she would explode, she just knew. She could feel it ready to happen. She looked at him like he was the devil, and he smiled.

Bonnie shook her arms violently. She just wanted to get one arm lose so she could touch her clit. Just rub it, softly and feel the release as it held her body hostage. The muscles in her stomachs tightened, and remained on alert, waiting for her to hit the horizon and Damon, on his knees just watched her try to close her legs, and force the friction of her inner thighs, to make her cum. Then he grabbed her thighs roughly. "Ah, ah, ahhhh. No cheating Schiavetto. Ride it out baby. The pain, the agony, the feeling of needing to cum whenever you want. The feeling of needing to cum with the use of your little fingers. The feeling of hitting your peak and, then aggressively coming right there, when you feel it ready to happen. Ride out the wave baby. High tide is gone, and daddy just can't let you go. Not yet, baby. I'm sorry."

"Hmmm. I can't cum, and can't curse, I can't use my hands."

"You hate not having control don't you. You hate it, but I'll teach you. I'll teach you, how to submit. Your body will thank me. That swollen kitty will thank me, trust me." He continued to talk shit to her.

Bonnie's body had been tortured all day. She had been dying to cum, she just wanted the release. Oh, glory to God for the feeling it would bring her, immediately after, of freedom and release. The buildup of tension would slowly recede her and she will feel sudden calm. She just needed a moment alone with her body to calm down. She wanted him to get away from her. She was angry, and beyond impatient.

Make her ask for it, and need it.

"Why are you being so crude to me? Can you stop, being so controlling? Do you get pleasure from watching me suffer?"

"I never like to see you suffering. What do you need baby? Huh? Tell Maestro what you need Schiavetto."

"I need you to make me cum. I need you just, finish what you start and let me cum, my body can't handle what you're doing to me."

"Do you think," he said slowly, "if I put my two fingers in your sweet little cunt, like this..." he stuck his two long thick fingers inside of her, "and slowly let them fuck you," slow dramatic, pause, "like this... and rub your little clit, with my thumb, this way..." torturously slow, "I could make you cum baby? I mean, maybe if I just finger fuck you, reeeeeal slow, you think, maybe, I could get you there again? Or should I speed up?" He smirked, and raised his eye brows. Bonnie glared at him harshly and threw her head back closing her eyes. Her arms being subdued was the only thing keeping her from getting off the bed and leaving.

"Fuck." She whimpered out, in almost a cry. "What he was doing felt to torturous and heavenly at the same time. How was it possible?

"Oh, no, did... did I just here Schiavetto mio, say a naughty word without permission?"

She looked at him frightfully, raising her head in a slow manner. "No. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I just don't know what to do. Please, I don't have an answer. I'm just feeling lost. Don't punish me, please." Shelies there, still, at his mercy as he on his knees just watched her suffering. His boxer briefs on, and an evil grin.

"Schiavetto, tell me, what I should do, huh? I deliver punishments, and if I let you slide again, then guess what, I'll be setting the example that it's okay, to disrespect me and my rules. Is that a good idea? Do you think I'm any kind of Maestro, if I let you, Schiavetto, get away with defiant behavior?" He looked at her, in her green eyes. "Be honest. Would you like it, if someone kept defying you?"

Bonnie shook her head no.

"Words, Schiavetto. I need your words, baby girl."

"No. It wouldn't be fair, I wouldn't like to be defied repeatedly." Bonnie swallowed hard, and then bit her tongue before she spoke, almost regretfully. "You should punish me, to teach me a lesson on not being defiant." She admitted painfully, and prayed he would be swift and forgiving.

"Aww, what a good little Schiavetto. That's what I like. I like hearing you being so willing to let me dominate you. Just let go, baby. I promise, once you completely let go, it'll be smooth sailing. Remember me? I'm jaws. You can't out swim me." He was so crass.

oOo Bonnie's POV oOo

I'm so sick of the ocean metaphors, smooth sailing, jaws, high tides, and riding out the waves. Fuck him. He's relentless. I'm trying to be cooperative, but it's like he wants 100% of everything. He wants to control my breathing, my attitude, my orgasms, my emotions, my anger, my body, my soul, he just wants me to give every fucking thing to him. He's crazy. I have to be able to keep something for myself. I've NEVER given up total control to anyone, EVER. Have you ever heard of anyone, I mean ANYONE, giving total control to ANYBODY ELSE, ever? It's insane. I get it, HE'S the DOMINANT, and I'M the SUBMISSIVE, I fucking get it already! But we can do that, while I hold on to small bit of my sanity. Every square inch of my mind? The fuck am I doing here? My pussy is throbbing, and he's having casual conversation with me, like this is some sort of fucking, tea time with the got damn Queen of England. Just fuck me already asshole, you torturous mother fucker. Fuck you, no, better yet... fuck me already. FUCK! Oh my God, he's pulling his cock out of his boxer briefs. That beautiful, perfect cock. Never, mind. I take it back. Don't fuck me. I'm fucking done. Let me take a shower and finish myself. I'd rather use my own fingers then... good god, I've never been with another man. I can't do this. Fuck I'm breathing heavy. I just need to close my eyes now, I'm good on this whole thing. I take it back, I don't want to submit. I just want to go back to the day I met him, so I could take back feeling how I felt about his icy eyes, and his smell in the Tom Ford cologne, and his body in the tailored clothing, and the way he shook my hand, and the way he gripped me, and spoke to me, and felt pressed against me, I take it all back. He's crazy, and psychotic, and who am I kidding. I'm addicted to him. Fuck my life.

"I'm going to punish you accordingly. But, I guess, we can make it pleasureful, right? Would you like that you judgy little witch?"

"Judgy little witch?"

"Yes, I can feel you judging and over analyzing everything in your head. Our connection is strong, I can feel your thoughts. You haven't given up the one thing, I need you to give up. Full control. Your mind too, Schiavetto. I want to hear your thoughts, you can't keep anything from me." He said, while his perfect cock just looks perfect in my got damn face.

"That's a violation of my rights as a human."

"I said, I wanted all of you, this weekend. I want everything. Which is something you've never given to anyone. I want it all. I'm selfish as fuck, I know I am. But I don't care, I want every single inch of you. Mind, body, soul. I promise, I'll do the same. But until then, I will stay on this bumpy raft, letting you drown in your stubborn will. I'm going to begin torturing you now."

"NOW? You've been torturing me all day!"

Bonnie watches as he put each of his arms on the side of her, "Right about now, you'll wish you had the use of your arms. I'm supposing you want to, bite, scratch, SLAP, hit, maybe even pull my hair. My cock is going to hit your pussy slowly, don't fucking hold your breath, or you might pass out." His body dropped dangerously close to her. He looked at her, with both of his arms near her head, and yet, somehow, she felt his cock move towards her entrance, without the use of his hands or body. It just, found her sweet spot, and then he used his body to push forward slowly. "I'm not even going to use a condom. I'm going to fuck you raw. I want to feel you." The moment, he felt the friction of her opening, he squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip. She could tell her pussy was torture for him, but he wouldn't admit it out loud.

oOo Damon's POV oOo

Fuck she's tighter than...holy fuck. Fuck, me. Slow, slow, slow, fuck her slow. I'm trying to remember, torture her. Make her beg, she's must fully submit to me. She has to. You must be wondering, what goes on in the mind of a man, that is finally fucking the woman of his dreams. I can't even explain it. Life feels too good to be true right now. Life was shit, until I met this woman. She has challenged me, changed me, made me better, made me look at who I am/ Made me like, who I am when I am with her. She's in my head, and she doesn't realize it, but she is. I only want to make this good for her. Im so used to giving women what they want, and receiving nothing in return, that if Bonnie chose to give e nothing, I think I'd be okay, knowing I gave her something she has never had. She just makes me I want to give her things, and make her happy. And while I move torturously slow, and attempt to give her the best dick she WILL EVER receive, I'm just going to hold onto this moment, because I don't want it to end. Holy Fuck!

"Hmmm." He sounded attempting his slow, penetrative, response to her body.

Bonnie bit her lip. He pushed so slowly into her, and as he pushed, she squeezed him, because she was dying without the use of her hands. But she was lost in the feel of his flesh, pressed possessively against hers, causing her legs to instinctively wrap around his waist. While he fought her body for dominance.

Damon looked Bonnie in the eyes with his nose against hers. "Do you like this, Schiavetto?" He whispered. "You want me to put my cock inside of you, and fuck you, until you cum?"

"Yes." She breathed out slowly as he gradually entered her body, locking lips with her, and before she knew it, he entered her body, in one straight, thrust. "Oh, God." She moaned. "Yes." She screamed, as her body tensed, and relaxed at the same time. She almost wanted to cry, he felt so good when he was finally inside of her. "Mmm... fuhhh-"

"Don't you say it!" He demanded. He held her body in place and started working her ever so slowly. He would thrust a couple times, then stop and play with her overly sensitive, throbbing clit. Damon sat up and watched himself, move in and out of her. "Oh yeah, baby." He watched himself move in and out of her, and the sight itself, weakened, even Damon. Then he would stop thrusting and play with her.

Her arms begged to be free. She moved her body to adjust to her sensitivities, and he just played with her slowly. She watched as he gathered up enough spit, and let it fall from his mouth and onto her pussy. "I know your wet enough, I just wanted to be a disgusting bastard and spit on your pussy, so I could rub it on your clit and play with it." He said, slowly moving in and out of her while he played with her at the same time. "I wish you could see, what we look like. It's fucking beautiful." He just watched himself pushing into her and pulling out. "Fuck, your pussy is pretty wrapped around my cock.

His words were making her squeeze her eyes close, and now she was biting her lip. He was forcing her to feel most of him. He still hadn't pushed himself all the way inside of her, because he wanted to play with her, and torture her. "Apologize for being defiant."

Damon slowly put his dominant fingers on her nipples and started pinching them in slow circular motions. Pinch by pinch he teased her, and it was agonizingly arousing. Her body was at his mercy. "N-N-N-No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Please stop. Mmmmm. Fuck."

SLAP!

"Language Schiavetto!"

"I'm sorry."

"I love your perky little titties." He leans down and put his mouth on them and plays with his tongue. "Mm…mmm, you taste good." He brought his eyes up to hers, still fucking her slowly. "Apologize."

"I, apologize for defying you." Her voice was forming a whisper, as she tried to catch her breath.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because, you're my Maestro, and I am your Schiavetto, and that's the way it is. I was a naughty girl."

"Do you use foul language, without permission?"

"No. I'm a good girl. I won't use that language, unless permitted."

"Why not Schiavetto?"

"Because, you're Maestro, and I'm Schiavetto, and I submit to you." She said as he fucked her painfully slow. "Now, Schiavetto." He stopped when he noticed her moving against him. "Did I give you permission to fuck me?"

"No. you didn't."

"You never make a move in this bedroom, without my permission when we are having play time, do you understand?"

"I do, I'm sorry. You're Maestro." She said biting her lip. His motions became a little faster. Yet, he was working her slowly, and as he filled her, up, his fingers gently played with her nipples, and made their way to her clit, forcing the tight sensation in her stomach again. "Oh my god."

"What is it? Do you want cum, baby? Huh? Would you like to cum?" He lowered his body, and pushed himself further into her.

"I do, I want to cum."

"You can talk dirty now." He pushed into her, all the way, and she moaned.

"Fuck. Your cock feels so fucking good. Please fuck me faster."

"Tell me then, why you won't submit to me, fully."

Without hesitation, she was so fully submissive at this point and at his mercy, she answered him.

"I'm afraid. I don't want you to hurt me. I don't want to make a mistake. I can't handle losing control, and then letting someone fucking hurt me. I don't like being vulnerable," Damon started fucking Bonnie harder as she admitted her truths, " I don't like being toyed with, and abused." He started fucking her faster, and she was breathing heavier. "I don't want you to hurt me. I can't let you hurt me."

"I won't hurt you."

He's inside of her deep now, and she was moaning, and not realizing how honest she was being, and her stomach continued tightening, and she braced herself for him pulling out of her. She was ready for him to fuck her mentally again, and not let her cum. She braced herself, for whatever, but for once, she said nothing, she gave it all to Damon, and trusted his decision.

Make her beg for it.

"Would you like me to make you cum right now, Schiavetto?"

"Yes, please, may I cum, please, I want to cum Damon. I want to cum all over you. I want you to fuck me until I cum, please? Please. I need this, I need you, Damon, please, fuck me. Please, fuck me hard, I need to feel you cum with me." He untied her wrists, and Bonnie's arms held his face and she said, "I want us to cum together, Damon. I want to feel you cum inside of me." Which turned him on. Hearing a woman say his real name, and what she was saying made him feel some type of way. He's never fucked a woman without protection.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You. I'm yours, Damon, I'm yours." She stopped saying Maestro, she was breaking the rules and saying his name.

"Who am I to you?" He commanded taking long, slow, deep thrusts. Bonnie's thighs began to shake, and her breathing got quiet as he knees buckled. She didn't see her Maestro anymore, she just saw him as who he was. "I said, WHO AM I TO YOU?"

"Oh God, you're Damon. You're everything." He was in literal shock, hearing her say what she said. He couldn't help but to thrust deeper, and hit her spots harder. "OH GOD! YES!." She gripped his ass, and pulled him into her harder. He loved how she gripped him in her palms, and forced him to be rougher. Just like clock work, her entire body gripped his like he was her life raft, and she rode the wave, of Damon's body as she peaked, with her nails digging into his skin.

"I give you permission to cum, baby. Cum all over my dick." He said looking in her eyes. Bonnie's body let go.

"Oh god, oh my god, Damon. Ahhh. Mmmmm. I'm going to cum, FUCK. Yes. Yes. Yeeessssss. You feel so fucking good." She put her hand through his hair, pulling it, and he made her cum. His hard body, thrusted powerfully, and he grabbed her hands within his own. It wasn't but a minute later, she was screaming, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum again. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You savage fucking man. My pussy can't take it. You fuck me so good." He watched her face while she screamed profanities. Every built-up emotion, just fled her body and she was coming so hard her body shook, and he gripped her shaking body, with his own, fucking her through her orgasms. The more he fucked her the more she came. She just came, over and over, and he loved it. He loved what he did to her body. He lifted her legs and plunged into her, and she let EVERYTHING go one more time, then looked him in the face while her shaking body gripped him and her pussy hugged his cock snug, "Oh my god, I fucking love you, Damon!" She said, and he came inside of her so hard, and so long, when he heard her say what she said.

"Holy Fuck, Bonnie!" His blue eyes searched her green ones for reason but at that moment, she controlled him. He shut his eyes and let go. He didn't know what to fucking do with himself. HE bucked into her like a madman, trying to catch his last breath. Every ounce of sweat dripped between the two, making them glide like an insoluble force.

She finally submitted to him. Fully.

In turn, he quickly submitted to her.

Their bodies rode the orgasms for minutes. It was a multi orgasmic experience. The two of them had submitted to each other. Damon struggled with Bonnie's submission, but he was man enough to handle her, and in return they gifted each other's body with complete pleasure. They peaked for minutes before their bodies slowly descended. The euphoria took them out of commission for almost ten minutes as they lay silently holding each other.

He looked her in the eyes, confused about what she said. But he didn't bring it up. He remembered what she said earlier in the night, about fearing how much she wanted him, and he just kept it all stored in his brain. She looked him back in the eyes, as her body was calming down.

They spoke quietly.

"Damon?"

"Yea sweet pea?"

"About what I said, at the end there..."

"I get it, sometimes, we say things we don't mean when we are caught in the moment of passion. Don't worry about it, I know you didn't-"

"No. It wasn't an accident. I mean what I said to you. But don't worry, because I don't expect-"

"I love you, too Bonnie." Damon said looking at her and reaching down, to kissed her, lovingly, the way he'd never kissed a woman before. She wrapped her arms around him while they kissed, slow and tender.

Within minutes, they both fell asleep. Her on her back, him on his stomach next to her. His arm wrapped around her possessively covering her breasts. Their legs were entangled, while one of her hands clasped over his arm that was wrapped around her, and her other arm, rested on his butt. They were both exhausted, falling asleep in their love making dew, and high on the emotions they felt for each other.

*Thirty-six hours to go.

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The next chapter is a continuance, I'm almost finished with it. It's also long like this one. But I can't say much, except YES A LOT HAPPENED AND WAS SAID IN THIS CHAPTER! You know how I do things. Some things you may not have caught, but it came out. Love when Kol realized who'd been texting Bonnie. Everybody slept with somebody this chapter lol. The only way to shorten this chapter would have been to cut out everyone else's scenes. LOL so, I just kept them in in order to NOT overload you with TOO MUCH BAMON. If there is a such thing. Kalijah problems, don't worry we will fix them. More Kalijah next chapter, and Bamon weekend. This chapter took some mental focus, hope you enjoyed it.

Thoughts on Bonnie's submission, or anything else?