Black Velvet
Ch 13 - CONTROL
R-M (Explicit- sexual language, acts, themes)
Thanks for all your reviews, follows, and favorites. You guys are awesome. When I started this fic, I knew it wouldn't be for everybody, but you guys supporting me means a lot. I'm happy you guys enjoyed the last chapter. This is a continuance. Update took a while, it's kind of long, I apologize for that. So, without further ado…. CONTROL. Please, please…Enjoy :)
Kat, looked at herself in the mirror. She watched as she tried washing the red away. Her eyes were puffy for the first time, in years, and she couldn't get the swelling down. She forced herself to dial Bonnie's number one more time. The phone went to voicemail. She was beyond angry, and hurt, that Bonnie hadn't called her. She needed her best friend, who was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly her phone rang. It was Elena. She almost didn't answer it, but she decided she was desperate for an ear.
"Hello."
"Hey Kat. I was wondering if I could talk to you?"
"Sure, I'm at home if you want to come by."
"Okay, I'll see you soon."
"Okay, bye."
She looked at how many countless texts she'd sent Elijah. She'd sent him a couple dozen. He didn't answer the phone, and he didn't even return a text. "Fuck my life. What was I thinking? I screwed everything up. I hate myself. I do." Kat just argued with herself for a while, until her sister showed up. When Elena got there she instantly noticed her sister's puffiness.
"Oh, my gosh, Kat. What's wrong?" Elena said dropping her purse and heading to Kat side.
"I messed up. I told Elijah about that night we went out. I told him how I'd been doubtful of us for the past couple of months and that I was afraid. He went berserk. Well, he just very upset, and told me he was disappointed in me. I literally, wanted to die on the spot. He left without so much as a word, and that was yesterday afternoon. I haven't heard from him since. I've called, text, and nothing."
"He needs space, okay. What you did, after the proposal he gave you, and that ring... Kat, he has every right to be angry. But don't go into destruction mode. He didn't take the ring back. That's a good sign, right?" Elena asked rubbing her twin's shoulders.
"He's done with me, Lena. You didn't see the look in his eyes. He was so done with me. I cried my eyes out for the past twelve hours and the worst part, Bonnie's not answering her phone. I have no idea where the fuck she is, or what?"
"Umm, I saw her the night of the party. She... left with Damon."
"No, she didn't."
"She did, it was weird, he carried her out over his shoulders." Elena laughed.
Kat slapped her hand onto her forehead. She was ashamed to realize her best friend was gone with Damon avoiding phone calls. "Has anyone heard from them?"
"No. Stefan hadn't heard from Damon, since that night. I had no idea Bonnie was screwing Damon. But I get it, now. The way she was going at Andie, I see now, is because she and Damon-"
"No. Bonnie and Damon had never had sex. They had been friends for a while, and I introduced them because I wanted them to start dating."
"Kat!" Elena yelled. "What's wrong with you? She's a married woman. How could you Introduce that behavior to her? With a man like Damon! Of all people. Didn't you hear what Caroline said? Why introduce her to you and Elijah's type of life?"
"First of all, Kol's a dirt bag, and he isn't good to Bonnie. They just put on a good front. But Damon is a good guy. You're one to talk Elena. You just fucked your best friend's boyfriend in the shower. What the hell?"
"Ahh, don't be so loud." Elena said paranoid.
"Why?" Kat looked at her crazy. "No one's here, but me."
"I don't know. Because I screwed up. Not only did I cheat on Stefan, but I slept with my best friend's boyfriend. I have no idea what to do. I came here for support and advice."
"Wow. You're so judgmental, that hearing these words is a freakin sigh of relief. You screw up too. So why are you here? Tell them both. Learn from my mistake. Don't wait to be honest." Kat said washing her face, for a third time. They walked into her kitchen and she began pouring some vodka. She held a glass up to Elena, as if to ask her if she wanted a glass.
"No thanks."
"Okay, why do you have that deer in headlights look? Elijah was so right."
"What?"
"Never mind." Kat rolled her eyes remembering how she and Elena barely got along long enough to have a conversation when they are alone.
"Anyways, my problem is, I kind of don't regret it. I really enjoyed my night with Tyler, and I felt a connection with him sexually, that I don't even feel with Stefan."
"Wow, little sis."
"Little sis, by seven minutes."
"None-the-less. Little sis, I've always felt as though, and don't take this personally, but Stefan seems a bit oblivious to your actions. Did you ever stop to think, maybe you and Stefan could use a break?"
"No. never. Why did I come to you?"
"Because you can't go to Caroline and Stefan, and I'm honest."
"Apparently with everyone, except your fiancé."
"Touché lil sis. Touché." She said as she drowned her sorrows in a vodka cranberry. Eventually talking Elena into having one as well.
oOo
Bonnie woke up, from a deep slumber. The second she moved, he woke up pulling her back down. He pulled her into his body and kissed the back of her shoulder. "Where do you think you're going?" The feel of his warm morning breath was comforting to her, and she smiled happily, at the fact she woke up in his arms.
"I thought, I'd go make breakfast."
"Wow, we must have slept a long time." He said in a breath nuzzled into her neck from behind. "I don't want to eat anything but you. Stay here, Schiavetto."
"I'm starving. You really, wore me out and I haven't eaten since spaghetti yesterday." His lips were on her skin and she didn't want to be overtaken by his charm.
"Close your eyes."
She wasted no time. Her eyes were closed, and she anticipated his hands. He spread her legs, and just kissed her body. She was waiting for him to enter her in some way. He never did however. He just let his lips kiss her all over. She lay there and relaxed into his bed. Damon reached into a drawer and grabbed some oil. He dropped several drops onto her back and slowly worked his strong hands over her soft skin and into her muscles.
"Should I be worried about why you have oil near your bed?" She laughed.
"Yes."
Still naked, he allowed his powerful body to sit over hers on top of his knees as they were bent on either side of her. His strong hands worked her upper back and kneaded her muscles into oblivion. For moments at a time, he took his time all over her back until he came to her plump backside. He put the right amount of pressure into his massages. Not only would her glutes thank him, but her brain would, for signaling her to let go, and finally trust him. Nostalgia of the night before replayed in her mind, she closed her eyes, and felt him inside of her all over again. The tight kneading of his hands made her relax into his dominance, and it felt so good to just be controlled. She didn't have to think much, she just had to trust him to control her body.
Suddenly she felt him hit a tight spot in her lower back, and it made her jump up and stop him.
"Ouch! Damon."
"Whoa! Lay back down. You had a tension knot. Let me knead it out."
"But it hurts."
"So, talk to me about something to distract you." He quietly demanded.
"Ouch." She said feeling him work out the tender spot. She had to think about the first thing to pop into her head to distract his technique. "Okay. Have you ever watched the movie pretty woman?"
"Julia Roberts, and Richard Gere? Yes."
"Do you think it's realistic?"
"What? A prostitute and a wealthy business man?"
"No. The idea that you can fall in love with someone, who will make you change part of the core of who you are?"
"Let's think about it, Vivian and Edward were a lot alike."
"You know their names?" She smiled. "I'm thoroughly impressed."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't tell anyone. Anyways, he had control issues, she was a lone survivor. These are two essentially strong-minded people. A woman, who remained unchanging in her ways, however unorganized she was. A man who remained unchanging in his ways, no matter how rigid he was. Two people who wanted no rules or attachments, and utter control of their own destinies. Then, they meet each other, and force each other to give up some control to find happiness. She eventually, opens her levels of intimacy with him. Then, he allows her into his psyche." Damon's hands kneaded her deeper. He was smoothing out her knot.
"Still, they were each forced to give up some form of themselves to allow the other person an opportunity to believe they could be loved by the other person." She said to him with her eyes closed, moaning slightly at his massaging.
"But isn't that what love is? Being able to let go, the part of you that keeps people out?" His technique was stronger. And she started to moan louder.
"Ohh God. Mmmm. I guess." She said as he really massaged her tenderly, before he flipped her over slowly.
His naked body was before her, and he was completely unashamed. He leaned down, and spoke. "Does your back feel better?"
Bonnie turned a little into her space to feel how he massaged the knot out of her back. "Wow. How did you do that? It's gone."
"That knot was a metaphor for control, sometimes you have to be willing to give up some control, to get to the point, where you can get rid of the knots." He was being very metaphorically concealing, of their own faults in their own relationship, or whatever it is that they have with one another. His intimacy issues, her emotional ones, and both of them and their control issues.
Damon slowly kissed her, all over her face. She grabbed his face softly with her hands and he took her hands off his face. "Do you have to control the kiss, Sweet pea?"
"Do you have to control the kiss?"
"That's unfair, I initiated it."
"But you initiate everything, so that you can control it."
"Well, but when I control things, we both win." He said making her roll her eyes.
His body hovered hers in the dark space between the areas the sun crept between the curtains.
"Sweet pea?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever faked it?"
She giggled. "Like an orgasm?"
"Yes. Have you ever faked it?"
"Well, most of the time I make myself cum. But the times, that even my fingers couldn't do it, I faked it. Then I'd go to the shower, and play with my magical shower head, and vibrator."
"Magical shower head?"
"Yeah. You can remove it from the holster, and it has several spray settings. I like a consistent vibration and it kind of makes me prefer... the shower masturbation to actual sex. Wow, I'm embarrassed by that last statement." She looked at him and laughed under her breath. "Have you ever faked it?"
"Do you want honesty?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I?"
"I haven't had an orgasm from sex in maybe four or five years." He said shocking her. She laughed.
"No, shut up." She said laughing.
"I'm serious. I spend ninety percent of the time punishing women. Then, when I finally get my cock inside of them, they're so excited, they cum two second later. I have to beat, my meat. There were even times, that I would forgo the happy ending and just take a cold shower. I've been over sex, for the longest. So, even though my job entails lots and lots of sex, most of the time, I'm just acting and I'm a very good actor." Her face went from laughing to sad.
"Oh, I see. So, last night... wasn't real?" She asked upset.
"Sweet pea, I couldn't contain myself last night. You felt so amazing." He said, trying to convince her. "I came like three times. And it was amazing, because not only the feel of your pussy, but, you pulled it out of me with your words, your faces, skin. I came inside of you, and it was the most, disturbingly, uncontrollable and beautiful thing, that has ever happened to me. I just, tried to be calm, and control it. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to control."
Bonnie didn't know what to say to him. She just, looked at him, with her nurturing eyes, and blushed. But her blushing, triggered him in a sexual way. Damon maneuvered his body to open her legs, and she adjusted her space for him.
He looked her in the eyes, "Last night you looked at me, and you said... you wanted us to cum at the same time, then you called me by my name. I don't let women use my real name."
"I'm not other women."
"You're right. And, last night was the most amazing night of my life, pushing our lunch date to my second favorite day."
"Me too." She smiled biting her lip. "So, do you think I faked it, last night?
"No offense, but, I know for a fact you didn't fake it."
"How can you be so sure. You've seen When Harry met Sally, right?"
"Who hasn't? The infamous fake orgasm in the diner scene? Yes. I'm aware. But you didn't do that with me last night."
"You have no idea-"
"Shhh. Stop." He took a deep breath. "By the time you made it to your third orgasm, your entire body spasmed. It was shaking. I had to fuck you through the spasms. You were shaking beneath me, and I found it very erotic. You couldn't even keep your eyes open. I just kept fucking you're shaking body. Do you have any idea how powerful it felt, to create that reaction in your body? Then to be able to keep pushing into you while your body just... submitted to me." He stared at her like a predator again. "I need to be inside of you."
"I said, I'm hungry. My stomachs needs something in it."
"You want something in your stomach? Let me know. I'll put something in your stomach." He spoke, creeping his body to over take hers and whispering in a low voice, "Deep, in your stomach?"
"Damon." She moaned when he started getting hard against her.
"Maestro." He demanded.
"Daddy." She moaned.
"Fuck." He breathed out.
"I want to ride you."
"Not yet. I can't let you control our sexual encounters this weekend."
"You didn't seem to mind when I put you in my mouth..." she stared seductively at him.
"Moment of weakness. Won't happen again."
"But I thought, we could try some tantric practices."
"What do you know about tantric?"
"I know a little bit about tantric practices. Through yoga, but... I've always wanted to try some things. I thought maybe we-"
"My weekend, Schiavetto. Let's reserve that for another weekend. For the first time, I made love to you, last night. I want to finish letting our bodies get acquainted. I don't have the patience for tantric practices right now. I know it requires some patience and mild forms of meditation. My body wants you now."
"Why me?"
"You are the first woman, to make my dick hard, just by being you. You could be fully clothed, and angry, and my dick would get hard. Not to mention, the night I met you, you had me awe struck. Your beauty, intelligence, depth, style, smell, feel, attitude, anger, dominating nature. I wanted every single inch of you for myself."
"Am I just a conquest?"
"No."
"You can dominate any woman you want to though."
"I've never dominated a woman like you. I'd do anything for you. ANYTHING! All I want in return is 100% rights to your body. That is... if you can trust me."
Bonnie looked at him startled. "You mean, past this weekend?"
"I know it's a lot to ask. But I'm asking you to think about it. I have a hefty sexual appetite. Hefty. But you and your sassy behavior, is just the challenge I need. Now... don't think too much about it. Just brace yourself. Today I test your depth threshold."
"My depth-"
"Threshold. I want to know how your body handles me when I'm fucking you from certain angles. At some point, I'm going to want to get rough with you. But you're a newbie. A baby girl. I'm almost like a daddy dom right now, teaching you the ways. Everything will be soft limits for a while. So today, I'm going to be gentle."
"Gentle?"
"As gentle as I can be."
oOo
"What is it about these stupid men, that makes us need to resort to vodka to cope with them?" Elena asked her sister who was staring into the wall.
"I think, it's just the fact that... we don't know how to deal with ourselves. Then, we sabotage ourselves." Kat still looking into nothingness just reminisces. "I remember when I met him. I reluctantly went with Bonnie to a Mikaelson function, and she said, "Kat... I really think you should meet Kol's brother Elijah. He's a nice guy. A little uptight, but he wasn't always that way. I bet you could really make him loosen up, and he can probably tame you." Kat hunched her shoulder giggling softly."I didn't believe it. I said, a man to tame me... no fucking way. But he had money, so I gave it a try, and well..."
Kat and Elijah
"Why do you look nervous?" Bonnie asked Kat.
"Well, everything you told me about this guys is very... I don't know sketchy. He doesn't spend a lot of time with his family like the rest of them. No God forbid, is he anything like Kol?"
"He and Kol are nothing alike. We hung out more when Kol and I first started dating, when he was still younger and fun. But, he doesn't have the same father, so he's sometimes treated like the odd man out. He and Nik are always having pissing contests, because Nik likes to imagine he's the oldest."
"Well, still he's seems sketchy. I remember him, I think from the wedding and a couple gatherings, but he seemed really, off putting." Kat puckered her lips in the car and replied her hot pink gloss.
"For someone who isn't trying to be impressive, your hair is on point, and your teeny tiny white dress, is offering previe to your goods." Bonnie said adding her sunglasses to her outfit before they started walking towards the family yacht.
"Bitch, is the yacht going to move?"
"Yes. Duh." Bonnie roller her eyes with her white shorts and white fitted short sleeve button up, with frilly trim and scoop neck. She wore her hair in a straight and a down, and both girls looked ready for Labor Day. "I told you to bring your bathing suit."
"He'd be lucky to see me in my bikini Bon." Kat kept talking, like a spoiled brat, and when she didn't realize it, she made it to the bridge, and Bonnie stood there with Kol, waiting for Kat to greet Elijah.
"Is that, right? I'd be lucky?" She heard man's voice. She looked up and was stuck. His chiseled face was perfection. She looked at him and actually stuttered.
"I- I- umm, I was just-"
"Spit it out Kat. Or does cat got your tongue?" Kol said, forcing Kat to roll her eyes, which made Elijah laugh at her.
"Shut up Kol." Bonnie said. "Let's go Kat." Bonnie said as she pulled Kat passed Elijah and Kol.
"Kolson, please, allow the lady adequate space to get onto the boat." As Kat passes, Elijah doesn't his shameless glances. Elijah, in all his dominant glory saw a woman he was ready to dominate. "You look very lovely... Katarina, is it?"
"Kat."
"What if I like Katarina?"
"Then you didn't, hear me correctly." She said trying to play hard to get. She kept walking and she moved until she was well into the yachts deck. There was the rest of the Mikaelson clan, Esther and Mikael included. Bonnie and Kol were smiling, times were better for Bonnie and Kol. Not great, but Bonnie was the queen of fronting, and at this point she was so focused on her career, she didn't even focus on her marriage. All she did was act like everything was perfect.
While Kat could see through it, the facade. She didn't initially give Elijah the time of the day, praying he wasn't like Kol.
A couple of hours had gone by and everyone was getting ready for a swim in the water. Elijah, casually walked up to Kat, noticing her resistance towards his magnetic pull. Everyone was in their own world when he walked up to her. "You seem fairly distant. I'm wondering what I may have done to make you...feel uncomfortable." He asked, sipping his scotch and standing in his white, Leather, Gucci Doc shoes. She loved how his shorts for his body. They didn't hang low, on his hips. They sat right at his lower abdomen, barely shadowing his v-line.
He wasn't like most men she dated... smooth. He was hairy and she loved the machismo of his whole aura. He smelled like a man, he was built like a man, he was broody and well pronounced. She loved the way he spoke, like he had dignity and real world experience.
"You haven't offended me. I'm just, keeping distance. I don't know you."
"Why don't you get to know me?"
"I mean, I can, but for what? Some one-night stand. Some meaningless fuck at the need of the night. I mean, if that's the case, I'm all for it. Just don't try to pretend like you want to marry me. Or that you think I have the most beautiful eyes, or even that you'd love to show me things I've never seen before. I've heard it all."
"One thing, you should know about me... I do not lie. I wouldn't lie to you. I have no reason. I'ma pretty honest man, and I pride myself on it."
"Whatever." She said casually, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, well. I'm off. It was nice knowing you. Perhaps it was bad timing." He said and he walked away, with the same non-emotional response as he had from the beginning. Although, he was very into her, until she just acted like a bitch.
The rest of the day, she tried her hardest to keep his attention, but from that point on that day, he was over her.
...
Three days later
"What a day? Glad we could meet for dinner."
"I don't usually do this, but you were somewhat compelling." He said.
Bonnie spoke again, and tried to make it quick before Kat made it to the restaurant. "Listen, Lijah. I know it's been years since you and I have hung out. Things have just been... rough."
"Kolson, need a good slap in the face?"
Bonnie laughed. "Everyday. But I'm really focused on work right now. He's been so in between jobs lately, I just can't deal. He lost my gram's antique record player in fucking bet. But he promised to get it back this coming week. We'll see. Anyways, I wanted to apologize for my friend. This isn't about Kol and me. My friend, made a bad impression on you. Please don't hold it against her. She's, not used to men like you. Not the rich part, she knows that well. But the proper, distinguished type she's not used to."
"So, you're telling me she deals with thugs and street fellows?"
"No." Bonnie laughed. "Playboys and wannabes. Anyways, she is very into you, and I think if you guys tried one more time you might, really like her."
"She was disrespectful."
"Always. But I'm sure, you and she will be a good influence on one another. What do you say? Meet with her again?"
"I'll grant you this Dear Bonnie. But I make no promises."
"Perfect." She said biting her lip with childish excitement, waiving Kat down when she showed up. Kat walked over.
"Hey boo." Kiss kiss. "Then she turned and saw him. "You?"
"You?"
"Okay, well I should head home, I've got to make dinner. I'll talk to you guys later, call me Kat." Bonnie said running off.
"Bonbon. Bonbon! Get back here." She huffed. "Fuck."
"I take it this was a setup?"
"Such a fucking setup. I hate her."
"I don't know." He smiled for the first time she's ever seen him. "She's adorable. I think, for a woman like her to go out of her way like this for us, we must be two, good people. I mean I can't speak for you, but, I can for myself. I'm a great guy."
"Huh. Well we may as well oblige. Let's start over. Kat." She introduced herself.
"Elijah." He stood up and got her chair for her before sitting back down. They both smiled t each other, and enjoyed the rest of their meal, hitting it off, and becoming inseparable after that.
oOo Depth Penetration Practice oOo
Bonnie's knees were bent underneath her body. He sat her on her bent legs, on his bed. Then he sat directly behind her in the same position. As he gently spread her legs while they were bent, he laid her body forward, until her chest was pressed against his sheets. Her arms were stretched above her head, almost reaching towards the head board. He handed her a pillow and placed it under her stomach.
"Okay Schiavetto, we are going to work on the breathing technique I taught you. Steady your breathing okay. Take ten deep breaths and close your eyes. Focus on the darkness and let your body relax."
"Yes, Maestro."
"Right now, we are going to practice deep penetration. If it starts to hurt, you need to tell me, I need to know your depth tolerance."
"Yes."
"As I go deeper, I will go harder, and you're to use your safe word, if you need me to stop." As he sat behind her he used his hands to gently caress the skin of her back. "If I feel as though you are comfortable, I'm going to increase levels of pain little by little. Remember, soft limits, I will not practice hard limits with you this weekend. Do you understand?"
"I understand, soft limits and depth threshold."
"My soft limits will involve, spanking, choking, and slapping. Mild levels, unless I feel that you can handle more. Do you understand? If so I need to hear your words." His hands continue caressing her skin until he makes it to her plump derrière and he begins to knead it and squeeze it, as he massages her into submission.
"I understand that along with depth tolerance, I will experience mild forms, of choking, spanking, and slapping. As well as stronger forms, if I can handle it."
"I will waste no more time." Damon started to rub the head of his cock against her opening, and around her clit. "Ten deep breaths baby, while I focus on getting you ready for me."
Bonnie obliged. She took her ten deep breaths slowly, feeling him work the large rounded head of his cock over her kitty. Bonnie allowed herself to get lost in the motion of his member as it touched her, circularly, building up her juices. After her final breath, she let out a small whimper, feeling his head push through her. "Hmmm."
The day before he warmed her up with his mouth, but today, he wanted to go into her, without the help of his hands or mouth. He wanted her to feel what it meant for him to stretch her and make her feel her inner anatomy stretch to the shape of his cock. "Feel your pussy hugging me baby? Feel how tightly wrapped you are around me? That's me making sure your pussy is made to accommodate my cock perfectly."
"Oh God." She said in another low moan, hearing his possessive words over take her conscious. He pressed himself into her slowly, and when she felt his head push through, she curved her back to tolerate the angle.
"No." he pushed her back down gently, forcing an arch. "Stay arched. I want to see how you can handle it, when I'm deep inside of you." He snapped. He worked her this way for a torturous amount of time. Just slow thrusts, before he got rougher. He pushed himself into her, until his balls hit her clit. Inch by inch, he deepened his thrust as he spread her.
"Got damn. Whew." She said, taking his angle as much as she could. He was penetrating her from such a deep angle, she could barely move.
"Are you okay, baby?"
She voiced a breathy, "Yes." Bonnie was breathing small breaths, and he moved his hands from her ass and slowly grabbed her waist. Gripping her firmly he started moving quicker. His hands held her gently, yet strong. He was pulling all the way out of her and going back into her until she grabbed his wrists. "Your fucking deep." Her small hands held his wrist, attempting to control his thrust.
SLAP!
"Ahh." He slapped her ass cheek for her language.
"Do I feel good?"
"Yes. It feels so good. Just stay slow, please." Bonnie's was low and breathy and every time she said yes it came out like a moan. Her eyes remained closed and she lay on her chest, taking him in. His hands held tighter, and he slowly sped up. His body was beginning to push into hers harder. Her position was one of the ultimate submissive states. He leaned forward, over her back and dug in to her by rotating his hips as he put his arms over hers. Now they looked like the shape of a cocoon and he totally absorbed her body digging his cock into her. Hard and deep.
"Oh God. You're so deep. Hmmmm. What the...? Ahhhhh." He was making love to her slow, but hard, and deep. He focused on what the walls of her pussy felt like clenching around him as he pulled out. Then he focused on the way she accepted him as he pushed into her. "Ooooooh. You're so deep." She started sucking her bottom lip because, she was entering a level of pain she'd never experienced. She could feel him stabbing her insides, effortlessly.
"Yeah, I'm deep. I'm almost all the way inside of you. Your pussy feels good, Schiavetto." All she could do was moan as he was hitting her deeper every few minutes. "I'm ready to go hard baby. Can I fuck you hard now?"
"Yes." He sat up again and grabbed his head board, and as he moved in and out of her, he started moving pelvis into a scooping motion as if he was rolling his body, so that as he pulled out of her, he'd hit her deeper, and the more he did it, the more Bonnie moved forward trying to avoid his depth. But he thrusted into her harder.
"Oh god. Mmmm...fuck."
SLAP!
He smacked her ass, leaving a stinging sensation. Today's hits were harder. "Ahh." She screamed and gripped the bed post trying to move forward, some more.
"You running from me? Huh?"
He gripped her waist with super strength and started pulling her hips into his fully erect cock harder. "Oh, my god. Oh, my God. Oh, my God." She felt him hitting her insides, "Slow down."
His cock was so deep she kept holding her breath, trying to take his thrusts. He in no way slowed down. He, instead sped up. At this point, Damon is ready to inflict a certain level of pain. He lifts his body slightly and thrusts downward into her and harder, as he made her keep her back arched, then digs into her as he pulls out. He does this several times, forcing his thrusts so deep she starts biting the pillow. "Oh god. That hurt." Damon takes his queue yet again and starts bucking into her harder, again. His body is sweating and her body is moist with sweat, and the way he sees it, her sweat is his sweat. Faster. Faster. Faster. Harder. Harder. Harder. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. He repeated those motions hard several times, and she began screaming. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" He took it upon himself to spank her repeatedly for her emissions.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Oh, my god, I'm sorry." She cried.
His hand was relentless. He smacked her for every profane word, and the amount of hits made her feel like she was getting a whooping. It stung and she screamed into the pillow, before he pulled his hand in through the nape of her neck, and fisted her hair. He held her by her hair, and pulled her into him as he thrusted roughly from behind. His abs were drenched in her sweat and sculpted to the nines as his skin and body bucked into her. She could feel his hard ab muscles on her ass, and as he kept her head, pulled back by her hair, he forced himself into her even deeper again!
"Oh... MY... GOD! FUCK!
SMACK!
"Oh yeah, baby. Oooh. Right there. You like that?" He asked when he found her sweet spot.
"Mmmmmmm." She gave a loud, guttural moan.
The stinging sensation of his hand got stronger with every smack, and every time she cursed, he showed no favor, he just continued to SMACK the cheeks of her back side.
"Say it again baby, I can see my hand prints on your skin. Say FUCK. One more time please!"
"No! Fuck you!" She covered her own mouth... "Oh shit." Unable to help herself her mouth was her worst enemy right now.
"Thank you Schiavetto. See now, this is where we realize being a sassy little brat, works in my favor!"
SMACK! SMACK!
"Ooh, my hand prints own that ass now, I'm stamped all over you." Grips waist, "I'm going to thrust into you five solid times, hard baby. Get ready." He lifted his body and thrusted downward into her, dug his hips so hard she he pushed her head into the head board. "Every thrust, you count for me, okay? Loud."
"Hmm. I can't."
"Are you refusing me?"
"No, I'm not... but I can't control my mouth. Please don't make me."
"I'll tell you what, give me your wrists baby?" He said in a sweet condescending tone. Then as she slowly handed her wrists to him, he pinned her arms behind her back and held them there.
"No. No. No, no, no, no,no, no, please."
THRUST! "One." She screamed.
THRUST! "Two."
THRUST! "Three."
THRUST! "Four. Ahhhhh. God!"
THRUST! "F-f-five."
"Who's Maestro, baby?" He demanded as he rammed into her at a faster, rhythmic pace. "Tell me, who you belong to?"
Bonnie was out of breath and fighting his depth. She could hardly speak, as he was beating the wind out of her with his rough style. "Mmm."
"Answer me Schiavetto. Answer me!"
"You are Maestro, and I belong to you."
"Do you belong to anyone else?" His thrusts are now so fast all you can hear his his skin slapping against hers, and the wind pushing out of her mouth as he hits her walls, making her lose her breath.
"I belong to no one but you. Only you." He slowed down and starts rocking in a circular motion filling her with every glorious inch of his cock. "Oooohhhhhhhh...yessss. " her eyes roll to the back of her head... "myyyy gooooddddddddddd. Fuuuuuuhhhh..." she catches herself.
"My good girl can't use bad words, not yet baby. Keep it clean for me, let me fuck my little good Schiavetto. Ohh baby your pussy is tight, and wet, and fucking made for me. Fuck baby." His rotating hips dig deeper and slower now. Her hands are still behind her back, and he reaches around the front of her. "You wanna know how deep I am from this position Schiavetto? Huh? Give me one of your hands." Slowly she reaches from his grip one hand and puts it into his hand. He places her hand onto her stomach right below her belly button and presses into the skin, then he pushed into her slowly. "Feel that baby? Feel my dick deep in your stomach?"
"Ooooohhh... mmmmmmmmm... you're in my stomach?" She breathed out lowly. "Mmmm. It's so... good baby."
"Yeah, you wanted something in your stomach, remember? I gave you my dick. Feel it again." Their hands touched her stomach again, as he thrusted upwards into her again.
"You're so good Maestro. Fuuuuuck!" She whined out.
"Bad words, baby? Ah, ah, ah!" He moved his hand to her tiny pleasure mound.
"God, I'm sorry." She said. But he didn't care, he pinched her clit. "Whoa, whoa, whoahhhhhh. What the hell?" She cried. He pinched her clit and squeezed as he bucked into her.
"Punishment, for your mouth." Although his punishments always increased her sexual arousal.
"Ooh yes. I'm gonna cum!"
He let her clit go. "Nope! I'm not ready for you to cum." Damon leaned forward and pulled Bonnie up and back into him. She was now sitting slightly on his bent knees, with her back to his chest. He worked her from behind more and more. At this point her body was just losing control to his rough nature. She could barely use her muscles, after having her in that position, she was in. He gripped her hips and moved her up and down on his stiff rod.
"Oh God. Your deep, too deep."
"There's no such thing as too deep." He plowed her hips downwards into his muscle repeatedly.
"Pic... pick... pickllllllleeee..." He covered her mouth.
"No. You can handle this, I know you can. Fuck pickles." Then with his other arm he gripped around her waist holding her onto his lap and grinding upwards into her.
"Hmmmm... mmm." He covered her mouth and she moaned in his favor. She wanted to fight him, but couldn't, because he was too good at it. His cock was hitting her in places, she didn't think her body would allow him to, and he was enjoying getting inside of her, and filling her pussy with him. Rotating grind after rotating grind, his stick started hitting her g-spot. He let her mouth go, slightly, and put his fingers into her mouth, letting her suck them. She sucked and bit, and sucked and bit him some more to help ease the pain. "Oohhhh, yeah, baby, please, please, please?"
"Please what baby?"
"Please keep making me feel good. Please keep doing that."
"Yeah, Schiavetto, who's pussy is that?"
"You own it. It's yours." Her head falls back and her eyes close.
"I didn't hear you. Is that your pussy Schiavetto? Or mine?"
"Yours. This is your pussy. Oh God." She screamed, loud, and he loved feeling her chest rise and fall drastically.
"Attagirl." The hand that was covering. "That's my pussy, your damn, right! Who am I baby girl?"
"Maestro."
"And who belongs to Maestro?" He groaned lowly in her ear like a growl.
"Me, I belong to you."
"And who else do you belong to?"
"No one."
"Good girl. I'm going to choke you now Schiavetto. You are not to use bad words, I'm going to fuck you harder, and you can't cum until I say so. Do you understand?"
"Yes. I understand." She moaned, and focused as his fingers worked their way around her neck, directly under her jaw. She felt the power in his palms as he slowly gripped her. Tighter, tighter, tighter.
Fuck.
She closed her eyes, and as his palms tightened, the other arm remained around her waist and he began to thrust upwards into her again. His fingers moved to her clit from her waist and his long middle finger gently caressed her pleasure mound, while he pushed into her, she wanted to fight his depth, and when she would fight his depth, his hand would grip her throat tighter. She had a choice, take the indescribable pleasure, which was making her weak, or fight his strength a little bit and risk her being choked a little more.
"You wanna call pickles baby, or can you handle me? Let me know, because this, is soft limits Schiavetto, this is beginning level pain. If you want to say your safe word, I'm going to loosen my grip on your neck, long enough for you to say whatever you want. Give me the word, baby." He loosened his grip and she spoke.
"I wanna cum. May I cum, please?" He smiled against her shoulder and then tightened his grip around her neck again.
"Fuck, you're a fuckin' trooper baby girl." She caught her breath before he gripped her throat again
"I love your cock."
"I'll tell you when you can cum baby." He was so pleased with her submissive behavior today. Anything he could've asked for she was being so perfectly submissive. With the exception of her bad mouth, she was the perfect little Schiavetto today.
Thrusting hard, and gripping her, his finger found her clit again, and she bucked a little into him, and he had to tighten his grip to calm her down, but as her thighs began to shake he whispered in her ear. "Cum baby."
Bonnie's eyes shut and she bites her lip. She can't even talk because of his tight grip on her neck. His powerful thrusting pushed her over the edge, and she clenched her muscles trying to keep from shaking, but she shook. Her body shook in his clutch, and her arms flung to his hair, and pulled his hair hard, making him buck harder. When she hit her peak, he gripped her shaking body and he came too. They came together, and she nearly collapsed into him while he held her body. He let her throat go, and Bonnie let out a breath before repeatedly thanking him.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh, God made you for me. Thank you, God! And thank you Maestro, for making me cum so hard. My body's so exhausted. Thank you, baby. Thank you so much." His arms wrap around her waist and hold her up as she becomes weak, and they calm down together.
They lie a few minutes together, and Bonnie smiles to herself, being thoroughly in shock at the lengths he went to, to please her.
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
After such an intense sex session, all I wanted to do was thank him. We didn't too get crazy. Well, technically, we did. He didn't hold back my orgasms repeatedly. There wasn't even any, game plying. It was just straight, man on woman, primal fucking. Or making love. He wasn't crazy rough. The way he felt inside of me was like he was exploring the inside of my body. I felt him hitting places I didn't think had feeling and getting to depths, I'm not sure I realized existed. God forgive me, but... this man's sex game is incredible. I had no idea sex could be such a deep and meaningful experience. I mean, we all know when people make love it can be intense and passionate, but this... this was different. He was there, for over an hour studying my body and the way he made me feel, was like he cared about every attention to detail. He was so patient. I was a canvas and he was painting me, with his cock. Sounds silly, right? Wait until you meet a man, who literally worships your body. Some moments were slow and some fast, some were intense, but when we were connected I felt like we were the same. There were moments he penetrated me so deep, I felt him embedding himself inside of me. I felt every inch of him, and it wasn't easy by far, but... it was worth it. Where he ended and I began, I could not tell. But when it was all over, I just know it was a journey. My body thanks him, because never... have I felt such a connection with the man I married during sex. But when Damon and I connect, in my mind, he belongs to me, and I belong to him, and there is no higher bond between a man and woman than when they are connected sexually and mentally at the same time. I've never felt so powerless and powerful at once. And I owe it to him. Who would've ever thought the man I met three months ago... would be the man, who made me want to submit.
He took her on a short breathing journey to calm her down, along with himself. He got off the bed, and picked her up. Then he carried her to his shower. She looked at him. "You're so good. Thank you for loving my body that way."
"Your body is my job. As a woman, you're a reflection of me. From now on, when people see you, they're going to know, the man that loves you, takes care of you. You're going to walk around happy." They stepped into Damon's large glass shower and he turned the hot water on. He let it steam up and there was plenty of space in his shower to move, it was like the size of a large walk in closet. While the steam circulated the bathroom, he walked to her and started lathering her body. He spent a good amount of time, washing and massaging her. He could've given her a bath, but... she sat in that bent leg position so long he knew she needed to stretch her legs. He was more than attentive to her, he washed her, and said sweet things to her. He washed her hair, and every single inch of her body.
"You're beautiful, after sex. You look like a queen who just made love to her king, and she has everything she could ever want in life." He stands behind her with his arms around her washing her gently as she leaned into him. He took his time, lathering and cleaning her body.
"It sure feels that way, afterwards. I don't want the moments to go away."
"I don't either." His hands thoroughly massage her body while he washes her. He walks around and stands face to face, "The way you submitted to me this morning, was beautiful. You were perfect." He leans down and kisses her, softly and gently, and they get lost in the hot water, drifting into peacefulness. All that could be heard is the sound of the water meeting the ivory floors. He pulled away from her lips and smiled. "I never imagined, kissing to feel so... I don't know. The way it feels with you, makes me feel this elated fulfillment."
"I told you kissing is intimate and necessary. I've already fallen in love with your kisses. I feel as though, I'm able to teach you something, and in doing so, your kisses are groomed to my mouth, and I love it. Because in a way, I've taught you something, as you've taught me some things." He smirked at her and kissed her once more.
"You will only ever, get my kisses from here on out." They talk some more and shower together until they're finished.
Afterward, he put his shirt on her, because nothing meant more to him then claiming her in every single way.
"We slept about ten hours last night. We've been awake a while... I have less than twenty-four hours with you. I'm going to order us some food, and do you prefer Champagne or Prosecco?"
"No preference."
"I want to be lazy with you for a while, is that okay?"
"More than okay." Her body was slowly relaxing after that intense sex session. Bonnie would know what it meant to have a sore groin tomorrow. She could barely walk as deep as he got, he was taking his time, teaching her body how to accept him.
"Don't worry, we are going to eat. I'm going to feed you. You can relax for today." He laughed.
oOo
When Kat's phone rings, she neglects the thought of answering it. She's drunk, on vodka. She also doesn't hint it's Elijah that's calling her, so she doesn't even care who it is. "I think you need to answer the phone. It could be important."
"Elena, I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone, or I'll probably be bluntly bitchy. I really just need to go and take a hot shower. A really hot shower. I'm going to turn the music up and let the steam drain my pores of this poison. You, dear sister... please just don't interrupt me, no matter what you hear."
"Oh god, are you about to masturbate?"
"Umm, I didn't say that, but should you hear noises of a certain nature... just let it go. Or call Stefan and ignore me."
"Wait! Are you telling me to drunk dial Stefan? Isn't that against girl code?"
"Depends on the code you're abiding by. It's not against the I wanna get laid code. You want my advice about Stefan, loosen up Elena. He strikes me as the type who likes... a naughty girl. Have fun with it. And if your too embarrassed, then just drunk text him." Kat walked away slamming the door and her music begins to blast. Kat opens the door, "Or, maybe sis, move on and find a man who appreciates you, for you. No matter how rigid you are, you're still a good woman." Elena rolls her eyes and stares at her phone, deciding if it's worth it or not.
When Kat's front door is opened without a knock, Elena screams. Kat didn't hear her because she was blasting her music and shower water. "Oh, my gosh, Elijah! Why would you just barge in here?" Elena asked holding her chest.
"Because I have a key. This is my finances condo. Why are you here?" He asked with an unwavering disposition.
"Umm, she's my sister. We shared a womb." Hiccup.
"You always have that deer in the headlights look. You should work on your damsel in distress thing. It makes you seem needy. Try letting go, and living a little. I think you have potential to make some very lucky man, head over heels in love with you. All you have to do is... just stop thinking so much." He remained unwavering. "Katarina and I have an appointment every Monday. I'm here to fulfill that commitment."
"Ewww." Elena said looking like a disgusted seventeen-year-old. "Bathroom. I need to call my boyfriend." She ignored him, leaving Elijah and Kat to their devices.
Elijah slowly entered the bathroom. As the steam fogged it up, he undressed quietly. His broad shoulders and hard body moved stealth until he was opening the shower. When Kat felt, the cool breeze hit her shoulders, she didn't question anything. She closed her eyes and let the hot water hit her body until she felt him touch her. She felt his body inch closer to hers as his big hands held her shoulders. Her bottom lip became captured by her teeth and the bun that sat atop her head was now being pulled out into long wet, gripping strands.
Elijah snaked his fingers through her scalp from the nape of her neck and fisted her hair tight into his hands. Kat put her lips harder and just assumed Elijah was about to give her some rough, mindless sex.
She was mistaken. He fisted her hair from the root and pulled her head back towards him.
The hot water and steam breaks down her vulnerability, and the fact that she has alcohol in her system. She relaxes, unknowing.
His lips gently rub against her shoulder and jaw. He doesn't kiss her. Her just lets his lips tickle her guilty as sin skin.
Then his teeth.
His teeth send mild chills up her spine, gently grazing her skin and softly biting. Once she's weakened by his possessive claim, and the hand around her neck, he whispers in her ear.
"How I've missed your touch. It's been a whole day, and I didn't hear your voice."
"Hmmm. Keeper, baby-"
"Ch...ch... ch... you can't say that anymore."
"But I'm-"
"No." he let his right hand wonder her body while his left hand held her neck gently. He held her body and built up her desire, so she could be nice and wet for him. Beyond the water, Kat dripped for him. His large hand maneuvered between her legs and as she tensed, he entered her with two fingers.
"Wet baby. You are dripping from your pussy for me. I love it. How does it feel to have me touch you this way?"
"Damn good. You feel so... damn good. Deeper, please."
"Deeper?" He asked thrusting his hand into her.
"Yes, yes... please? Thank you. Thank you."
"Thank you? For what baby?" He asked and his naked body pressed against hers while he played with her.
"For being an amazing boyfriend."
"I was wasn't I?"
"Yes, you were. I'm going to cum, yes, yes. Yes..."
"Elijah pulled his fingers out of her and stopped abruptly. "I'm sorry baby. It's no longer my job to make you cum. You haven't earned that from me." He spoke stern.
"Oh, my gosh. What?"
"I'm angry. You've angered me. You've betrayed me, and because of this... you are on probationary punishment. No, Kitten... I must say, you cheating on me is painful and hurtful. From here on out, we won't partake in a sexual relationship until I can trust you."
"But-"
"But, I will still be delivering punishments. You should learn your lesson. Lesson, one... you belong to one man. I belong to one woman. We seek no favor outside of that without the consent of the other. Am I understood?"
"Yes Keeper."
"You are not allowed to call me Keeper until further notice. Am I understood?"
"Yes. And you my dear, are not my Kitten. Understood?"
"But I how can I earn your trust back?'
"Understood?"
"I understand." She said quietly.
"Any questions?"
"Yes. Do you still love me?"
"I do. But you hurt me. You betrayed me. I need some space from you intimately."
"Okay." And just like that, he stepped out of the shower and got dried off then dressed and left her in her shower. Meanwhile, he walked out of the bathroom and out of the house to find Elen giggling at her cell phone.
Elena: Ok. Ok. I did like it doggy style.
Tyler: I liked pulling your hair.
Elena: I really shouldn't be texting this way. I just wanted to check on you
Tyler: I'm good, and I'm happy that you cared enough about me to check on me that night.
Elena: Of course, anyways, I should get going, I hear my sister's fiancé leaving.
Tyler: Well, I'll talk to you soon?
Elena: Umm, I really shouldn't.
Tyler: Yeah, I get it. Well, make sure Stefan treats you right.
Elena: He does.
Tyler: Ok. Have a good day.
Elena: You too :)
Kat walks out startling Elena again. "Whoa, whoa... calm down killer. Why are you jumping all over the place?"
"Nothing. Just, getting hungry and cranky is all."
"Oh, drunk texting Tyler. Got it." Kat unwrapped her hair and began drying it. Elena ignored her response.
"Well, you look like you're feeling better." She said sarcastically.
"I am. I'm ready for food now."
"I can't cook."
"Neither can I. Fuck, I need my best friend."
oOo
They ate some food he ordered, and drank some champagne. At this point they were tipsy and enjoying each other's company. "So, you carry Emergency nail polish in your purse?"
"Yes. Just in case I need it. But I always get pedicures, so I usually don't use it. Now, be still silly. Or this is going to be all over your skin." She giggled taking, slow strokes with the red nail polish on his toes. He watched her, thoroughly enjoy torturing him with her nail painting skills.
"This is awful. You understand that, right?"
"Damon, what's awful, is if you move the wrong way, nail polish will be all over your couches. She sat with her back against the couch and her legs dangling off it, not quite reaching the ground, while he sat to the side with his legs going across her lap.
"I need to clean up my dirty mouth. I've been belligerent the past couple of days. It's not attractive." Damon said.
"I don't know. I kind of like your dirty mouth."
"You like the idea of it, in the bedroom. But not outside of the bedroom."
"It doesn't bother me."
"Because your mouth was disgusting when I met you. You said the "f-word" every two minutes. Now, I've cleaned you all up."
"So, you're single-handedly responsible for the minimal cursing I do now?"
"I'd like to think so. You're sexy when you just use your I have a college degree, pretentious-bitch voice. It's so strictly business. As far as your dirty mouth, I like when you save it for the bedroom. It makes me want to... do awful things to you."
"You like doing awful things?"
"I love doing awful things. I'm a dirty, dirty man."
"Well, dirty, dirty man... I'm going to need you to be still until your nails dry, okay?"
"Okay sweet pea."
She looked at his shined red nails, and started blowing.
oOo Damon's POV oOo
Three months ago, I met a very rigid woman. Even though, from the moment I saw her, I knew she had this fire inside of her. I felt it when I touched her the first time. That handshake did more than introduce us, it was the moment, I knew I needed to know her. She really forced me to look at who I am, from day one. Now I'm sitting here, and that rigid woman, is this delicate tulip. Sitting in my shirt, with those beautiful legs on display. She's fun, beautiful, she's caring, she's attentive, and when she smiles, she makes you want to drop what you're doing, and just give her the world. She has taken me out of my comfort zone. It feels like before I was forced inside of this box, living a ten percent life. She's opened me up to the other ninety. I was all money and sex. And not even the best sex. Which I know now, after making love to her. But now other things cross my mind. Being in an actual relationship, is a possibility. Maybe, being where Kat and Elijah are. Or beyond that. Children, maybe? A shared space, maybe. Stop escorting as a dominant. I can see myself with her. Taking vacations, reading to her, listening to her read to me. I can see us having date nights, being adventurous, letting her take me out of my comfort zone, taking her out of hers. Surprising her with roses, which I've done. I can see these things with this woman, whom I've let paint my toes, red. And maybe, one day, soon... I'll be able to tell her about my real job, and hopefully, I can only pray... she will accept it, and me. And not hate me for it. Fuck. She's looking at me, while I think. She's just watching me. Not speaking. She's so, beautiful.
"What?" He smirked through the partial sunlit room.
"Nothing. I just see you over there, thinking, and I'm curious to know what your mind is brewing."
"Nothing. For once, I'm just, enjoying the moment." She smiled at him and he turned his legs off the couch and crawled over her. She allows his heavy body to tumble over hers.
"Your nail polish, isn't dry. It's going to get everywhere."
"I don't care." He's sitting over her lap, with a leg on each side of her. "I want to take you away, Bonnie. Let me take you away for a weekend."
"I can't do that. I'm technically..."
"Don't fucking say it. Don't fucking say it again. How can you think about him at a time like this?" He got angry.
"Damon, I was going to say, I'm technically speaking at Marymount the next couple of weekends, for women's seminars."
He was tensed, and unrelaxed, feeling triggered by words like husband, or married, which he thought she was going to say. He just stared at her with a dark intensity. She was frozen where she sat, right beneath him. He just looked into her eyes, and she could tell he felt both hurt and embarrassed by his own reaction.
He didn't move. She wondered if he would, but with the idea of that prick Kol on his mind, and everything he was saying two nights ago, about Bonnie to Damon, Damon was just triggered back to the moments when Kol made Damon question if a woman like Bonnie could ever take him seriously. His mind got the best of him, as he roughly pulled his shirt off her. He crawled backwards off her and roughly pulled her to the edge of the couch.
Bonnie bit her lip in fear and anticipation. She wasn't sure what was about to happen. She just knew, he didn't look happy, and when he took her panties off, he was rough. Nothing like what he was that morning. He pulled his briefs down and pulled her to the edge of the couch. Then with dark intensity, he glared at her with his scary blue eyes.
"Damon, what are you thinking?"
"That I don't want you going home to him."
"I know, but I have to go home."
"I'm feeling very territorial right now. Maybe I have no right, but I feel as if you're mine, and I refuse to share you."
Bonnie stared at him, and he looked intense and worried. His eyes were scary right now.
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
"Nothing, will happen between him and me." I assured him dimly, because the way he was looking at me, made me want to ease up before he did anything sexually aggressive. But it was too late. He roughly pulled me to the edge of the couch and reintroduced me to his beautiful member. He was inside of me, and, just like that he controlled me again. In a way, that when my body submitted to him, I was experiencing high levels of pleasure. He's lifted my legs and I'm now deeply embedded inside of my need for his touch. "Mmmm." My arms reach over the back of my shoulders and clutches the couch and my legs are on his shoulders. He's dropping down into me, slowly again. Over and over. When he's inside of me, I'm hooked on this drug that is Damon. When he gets rougher, I grab his back. I can feel every muscle in his back and he uses them to make me submit.
"Mmm. Yes." She moaned. "Why are you doing this to my body?" She asked between his slow thrusts.
"I want every pheromone in your body reactive to me, and me only. I want you to feel (thrust) longing when I'm not with you. I want your body to need mine, and you to need me when I'm not around (thrust). I want you to understand that, we're not a phase (thrust). You'll ache for me when we're separated. Just like I ache for you. I want it to feel unnatural to be without me." He gave her intensity. She felt every ounce of his words as he buried himself inside of her.
"Kiss me."
"No. Right now, I'm fucking you. I'm just going to fuck you, and watch you, watch me, while my body claims yours." And he did. She winced in pain, and bite her lip. He listened to her moans, and felt her ankles grip his neck, and it made him want to do this, every day for the rest of his life.
...
Bonnie sat between Damon's legs on the couch and they watched pretty woman. His fingers played in her hair. Slowly his fingers twirled her hair around as her small frame leaned against his. He was doing it subconsciously, and she was tracing circles on his knee caps with her finger tips.
"I hate him in this movie." Bonnie says as she watches Philip "Stuckey" assault Vivian.
"Yeah, he plays a good asshole."
Bonnie starts feeling her hair being toyed with and feels it herself. "My hair is a mess. I really need to get home and re-wash it and blow dry it."
"It's wild, I like it."
"Yeah, because you're looking at it in a sexual way. But I'm looking at the fact that it needs to be moisturizer-tamed."
"Well, as long as I've known you, you're so well put together. Seeing you a little wild is cute." They continued to watch the movie and Bonnie asked Damon, "Do you know one of my favorite lines of the movie?" She proceeds to say it and he spoke with her simultaneously, "Cinda-fuckin-Rella!" They laughed at each other.
"I won't lie, Kit DeLuca is hot. She was always my favorite character."
"Yeah, I can see that. I'm sure her blowing her breath on the glass offering to let the old woman watch as she boned her husband for $75 is what got you."
"Not really. I liked how she was straight forward, and owned who she was."
"Hmm, maybe we should role play one day. I'll be Kit, you be Edward?"
"Edward loves Vivian."
"It's a fantasy Damon, we can be whomever we want."
"Well in that case, I want Hooker Vivian with the short blond wig and the black boots."
"You like blondes?"
"No. I just want to see you with the wig on, and those hooker boots." He smirked. "Those boots were... Mmfph. Fuckin' hot."
"Fine, but if I'm hooker Vivian, I want you to be vulnerable Edward, playing the piano, in the dark, for me."
"Done, and DONE!" They nuzzled back into silence with one another. Finishing the movie. They sat there, quietly and out of nowhere, Damon's gate bell buzzed.
No one comes to Damon's house. Ever.
They both were thrown out of their concentration. "Were you expecting someone?" She looked back at him questionably.
His face was just as shocked. "Not at all. I never invite anyone to my house. The only people who know where I live besides my brother, are Eli, and Nik."
"Okay, so should I, go in the room until they leave?"
"Hell no. Hold on, maybe they'll disappear." They sat a few seconds and watched the movie and it buzzed again. Damon, casually stood up and walked to his kitchen to answer the call.
"Salvatore."
"I have a delivery for Bonnie Bennett."
He looked at her confused and she jumped up afraid of why anyone would realize she was there. He watched her face grow from relaxed to fearful and he spoke through the intercom. "Sure. Come on through."
He let go of the buzzer and walked towards her and she looked at him crazy. "What the hell? How could you except that... what if Kol found out where I am?"
"So, what, you're divorcing him."
"Yes, but, if he finds out, you have no idea what he's capable of. He's an accountant with a lot of terrible lawyer friends. He's dangerous Damon. I've seen the things his friends have done to people. I just have no idea, how anyone could possibly know I'm here. I mean except Stefan and Elena. Oh crap. Do you think Elena said something? No, she wouldn't she's my log time friend. What about Stefan would he accidentally mention-"
"Sweet pea, relax. Please. I'm sure it's no big deal. Come on." He grabbed her by the hand and they walked towards his garage. When he opened the door, and walked out he pushed the button to open his garage and as they walked out there were two large vans. Several people stepped out and they were all uniformed. They walked towards the two, Bonnie looked worried. She stepped behind Damon, still wearing only his shirt.
"Ma'am, are you Bonnie Bennett?"
"Who's asking?" She snapped.
"Yes, she's Bonnie Bennett." Damon answered. She looked at him like he was crazy.
"Damon?"
"Relax, sweet pea... they're here for you."
"What?"
"Yes. Ma'am. You are to receive an evening of pampering. Also, we've got your wardrobe in the other van."
"Wardrobe?"
"Yes. We have designer clothes, evening wear, and... costumes."
"Costumes?"
"Yes. For the play house." Damon said quietly.
"Wait, you did this?"
"I did."
"What happened to just us this weekend? Me, you nothing between us?"
"I mean, yes. That was the plan, then I thought, how much I'd love to spoil you. And since I've put a hurting on your body, you need this. Besides, you just complained about your hair a while ago."
"Damon, why? Did you think I need your gifts to stick around? Because I don't. I don't need these things." He looked at her and back at the man.
"Go ahead through here and set up shop in the main room."
"No. you don't have to Sir." She said to the man, stopping him, and looked at Damon. "I don't need these things. I promise. I don't care about what you can give me, beyond yourself."
"Let me do this. Okay. I just wanted to give you some pampering, tonight. Since I take you back tomorrow. I mean, I can massage you, but they have leaves and hot towels, and creams, and honey or avocado... I can't remember. They have the works. Let's start your week relaxed."
"I don't know what to say."
"You're not used to receiving gifts. I know. But, I'm going to spoil you. That's what kind of man I am. I know you aren't used to it, but get used to it." He signaled to the man to continue. Then he kissed her on the forehead and guided her back inside. Where he watched, her get pampered for a couple of hours.
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Kol, sat in Bonnie's office at home and started downloading the software for the video system. Then he planted several cameras in the house.
He walked through her bedroom and looked through her drawers and closets to see if he could find anything suspicious. But nothing. He walked back into her office and looked brought more paperwork and computer files.
"Bingo."
He checked all of the backed-up files from THE Review. The accounting, spending, personal accounts, and the rainy-day fund. The accounts for her business and Bonnie's, separate accounts he had no idea about.
"Wow Princess. Hiding money, and assets? College accounts, for children we never had. Fuck. She's smart, but stupid at the same time, hiding this from me." He kept snooping until he found reasons to drown her, "A HELOC baby? Really... for what, huh? What did you need a HELOC for...? Another property?" His eyes must have been deceiving him. Bonnie took out a loan on her home to purchase another property. "I'm an accountant, princess. I can find money where ever I want to. I can't believe I trusted you all these years. Look what you've been hiding from me."
Kol kept snooping, and found some of Bonnie's medical records. And stumbled upon her prescription for birth control. This may have been what angered him the most.
"Bonnie Mikaelson. Andie was right. Princess, you've fucked up."
He quickly made copies of everything and put everything the way he found it. Then left the house.
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"Thank you." She smiled. "I smell like flowers and fruit." She said sniffing her skin. "I feel like a noodle, I'm so relaxed." Then she smelled her washed and blown out perfect hair. "God, how did they know how to handle my hair? Most places can't handle my kind of hair." She smiled. "I owe you, I feel like a super model right now." She stood there in a large, white plush robe.
"You're welcome." Damon looked sullen.
"What's wrong?"
"Our time ends tomorrow morning. Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I did. I'm happy we did this. We'll be back to reality, and life goes on tomorrow."
"Right." Suddenly everything they'd been to each other and said to each other the past two days was setting in. They said they loved each other. They couldn't take those words back. Were they caught in the moment, or was it real? It would be a journey for them now, to figure out who they were and who they wanted to be to each other. "So, what happens with us?"
"I don't know Damon. On the one hand, we've said some pretty honest things the last couple of days. Things that we can't take back, and on the other hand... life isn't that easy. I mean, we've been here, in this beautiful bubble, blocking the world out. What happens, when the obstacles outside of this house come into play?"
"I don't know Bonnie. I've never done this, every relationship of mine is contractual. Are you and I, going to be contractual?"
"I can't answer that exactly. But I do know, that ideally, if you and I, ever... ya know? I'd want it to be more than contractual. I just don't know how simple that would be for us. I've got to deal with Kol and you've got to deal with Andie."
"Are you telling me, you won't miss, my kisses? A thing I didn't even do before forty-eight hours ago?" He stood before her shirtless. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist as his arms went around her neck. His lips dropped down to hers. When his tongue interred her mouth, he lifted her legs around his waist and put her on the kitchen cabinet. "Aren't my kisses the best?" He said, grabbing something from his pocket and using it to bind her wrists.
"Of course, I'll miss your kisses, what are you doing?" She asks confused.
He said nothing, she looked at what was in his hand. Red, play tape she saw. He was binding her hands behind her back.
"Maestro?"
He lifted his finger to his lip and shushed her, then lifted her over his shoulder and carried her back to his room.
He walked calmly and laid her down. Her hands bound, she was already worried for her lack of control. "Damon... I mean, Maestro... please tell me what you are doing?"
"It's all been entirely to calm today. Baby, who do you cum for?"
"You." She said worried.
"I need you to remember that. When you leave here, you don't even cum without me." He looked at her with a serious face.
Bonnie knew it was too good to be true. He was calm and sweet all day. How could she believe he wouldn't need the desire for control again? "Can you tell me, what is about to happen?"
"Yes. Orgasm control is an ongoing process I use to remind you that you can only cum for me. I'm maestro, I'll always be Maestro, I alone control your pleasure." He scoots her to the middle of the bed.
"Are we going to have sex?"
"Maybe?"
"Oh god, what's happening, you can't just tape my wrists, and not give me answers. That's torture."
"I'm the king of torture Schiavetto."
"Don't be so stubborn. Today was a good day. Right?"
"It was perfect. A little too perfect."
"Nothing wrong with perfect." She smiled. "Make love to me. Please?" She said and he creeped over her body on the bed, close to her face, teasing her with his lips, and the feeling of getting ready to be kissed by him. His lips touched hers. She grew greedy reaching into it. "Yes. Please. Kiss me." He smiled in her face subtly. He smiled and let his lips tease her, before he grabbed the red tape and put it over her mouth. Bonnie shook her head "no" like crazy. But he was in control still.
"There's a sensitivity threshold. It's a bit torturous. It's a point in which your sensitivity limits are tested. You know the feeling of being tickled but unable to fight back?"
She knew what he meant. She knew what he was getting to. She started pleading with him. But she couldn't speak, so she shook her no, wildly.
"Oh yes. I have eight more hours with you. I'm not going to let you sleep. You will go home, exhausted and broken of your will to want to masturbate or even feel pleasure without me."
Her head shakes no again. Then she snap closed her legs and crosses them.
"Yes. I own those orgasms, and that pussy. Do you know what a continuous orgasm is?" He looked at her and she shook her head no. "It's when your orgasms stretches past the sexual peak and point of contact. For example, if I gave you one of those, during sex, it would continue happening throughout the day at various times. The thought of me, the thought of sex, the thought of my dick inside of you or my fingers, would trigger your pussy to orgasm. The point is, you'd cum over and over again, from a singular activity. It's a bit tortuous, and you'd have no control over it. I'm going to do that for you tonight, so you leave here with something to remember me by tomorrow. This means, after a few hours of controlling your orgasms, I'm going to fuck you and play with you until I make you cum, once you cum I'm going to fuck you through it, until it happens again, I'm going to keep going several times until I'm making you cum every few seconds. I'm going to do this for a while, and when we are finished making love, your orgasms will continue throughout the day, for a a good part of the day. But that won't happen for a few hours. Right now, we play. Orgasm control 101 continued. You ready Schiavetto?"
Again, she shakes her head, no.
"Open up for Maestro, I'm going make it good. So, good, you can't help but cry." He hovered over her, and muscled his hand through her tightly sealed thighs. "Ah, ah, ah. Don't fight me, or... I can make this very very... rough." He felt the heat between her legs then pulled his hand up to smell her. "Your body craves mine, as mine craves yours. I live for your pleasure." He unbuckled his pants, and pulled them down. Exposing her to his naked body once again. He grabbed her and rolled their bodies over with her on top. Then he tore her brand-new panties. He lifted her body and she noticed he was erect already. "Earlier you said, you wanted to ride me... so slide that beautiful pussy on top of my cock, and ride."
Bonnie was worried about riding him without the use of her hands. She knew he'd be too deep, and she'd have little if any control. Her eyes pleaded with him, but he was set on torturing her some more, so he lifted her, and slid himself into her, until her body swallowed his member whole. Bonnie almost fainted, as he allowed her to take him all in from that position.
"We tested your depth threshold baby, you can handle it. Just focus on your hips and roll them in a way that makes you comfortable." And she did... back and forth; his depth was overwhelming in that position but she held her own. "Do I feel good inside of you?" She nodded her head yes, moaning into her tape, she was enjoying her control. Though that position gave her the power, the non-use of her hands left it all in his hands. He gripped her harder and smirked, causing a heavy eye roll from her. He removed the tape from her mouth for a second.
"You have something to say to me Schiavetto?"
"You know, you're an asshole, right?"
He covered her mouth back up with the red tape. "Of course I do. Now, shut up, and ride that cock like a good girl."
He gripped her waist, and thrusted upwards into her as she did what she was told. Her head fell back and he watched her. Slowly,he opened her robe and watched her beautiful body. Touching it, feeling it with his hands. He messaged her body until his hand found her clit.
Oh god.
And it began... he tortured her for her remaining eight hours with his control.
She was at his mercy.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. No worries, in the next chapter Bonnie and Damon will have flashbacks of their last eight hours together. Now, how will Bamon survive regular life outside of this bubble? Is Elijah being unfair? Will Kol ruin things? Thoughts? Hopes? Predictions?
Thanks for Reading and supporting me!