Black Velvet
Chapter 15 - Necessary Getaway (The SLAP Gone Wrong)
R-M

Please excuse any errors! This chapter was hard to edit. Thank you for your support! Please Enjoy.

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Bonnie and Damon spent every weekend together. Monday's through Friday she stayed with Kat. Damon didn't want her being home alone. But, she needed to go home Friday before heading to Damon's place. They were going to Big Bear for a week, and she was getting something's from home.

"Why did you have to go home I have clothes for you here? And I can guarantee, you don't have snow clothes at home."

"No, I don't but I need to check my mail, and turn my security system on since I'll be gone a week, Damon."

"You going home, without me, is very sneaky of you. I told you I don't trust him."

"Damon, I'll be fine. He hasn't shown his face for almost two weeks, nor has he called. Elijah said, Kol is at Nik's house. So, I'll be fine."

"Stay on the phone with me the whole time then." He told her.

"Damon, I'm not a child." She laughed.

"No, but you're a woman. He's a man. He's not well, in the head. I told you not to go there without me."

"Listen, I'm fine. I'm going to set my security system in five minutes. I've checked my mail since we've been talking. I need to grab my birth control, and set the security system, then I'll be on my way to you."

"I'm not getting off the phone Sweet Pea."

"Ugh. Your impossible." She smiled. "Well, I need to pee. So, let me call you back-"

"No, put the phone on hold and set it in another room."

"Fine. I'm muting the call and I'll be right back." Bonnie muted the phone and sat it in her room then went into the bathroom used it and washed her hands. When she came out her eyes were met with the brute gaze of her husband. "Kol?"

He stood there with a full beard and messy hair.

"Hello Princess."

"What are you doing here?"

He stood there, unmoving. She just stood at the bathroom door and watched him unmoving herself. "It's been a while, huh? Where have you been?"

"Here." She lied. "What about you?"

"Nik's." He spoke low and watched her like he was possessed. "I've been here, to see you and your never here when I come. Where are you off to?"

"Away for a few days. Going to see family." Not her own, but someone's family.

"Really? I find it strange we've not spoken in two weeks."

"Well Kol, I've called your phone. You don't answer or return my calls."

"Oh, I got a new phone. The old one is gone. But my phone calls should be getting forwarded. Hmm. I'll have to check that out." He got rid of his old phone and any evidence of what he'd been doing behind her back, to protect himself. He stood unmoving, and it freaked her out. She never feared Kol unless he was drunk. But it had been three years since he gave her a reason to. So, she generally felt safe around him lately, even when he drank. Individual therapy had helped him. For three years, therapy kept him from "yelling" at her.

"Well, I really should hurry and go." She walked towards her cell phone to grab it and unmute it, but he beat her to it. "Kol, give me my phone."

"Who the hell is Anon?" He asked looking at her phone. "I've seen this name on your phone before."

"It's none of your concern."

"Who is it? Huh? Are you cheating on me Bonnie Mikaelson?" He asked with his voice filled with anger grabbing her wrist.

"Have you been drinking Kol?" Her hand shook as she pulled away from him.

"Maybe, just a little." At that point he was so close she could smell the alcohol as he breathed. She prayed he unmuted her phone but instead he clicked the red button, ending the call.

"Oh no." She whispered under her breath, watching him end the call and toss the phone. At that moment she tried to run, but he caught her by her hair. He fisted it so tight, she screamed. "Ahhhhh. Kol, please. You're drunk. You don't know what you're doing. Stop this. You're hurting me." He lifted her by her hair and pulled her to him. Then he looked her in her face. He planted the most stolen kiss onto her mouth, forcing her to kiss him back. She tried pushing him off and he just fitted her hair tighter. "Please think about what your doing." She looked into blank eyes. His brown eyes were an abyss and his whites were red and he was so drunk she knew he was lost inside of himself. His hand in her hair was bruising her scalp, she thought he was going to pull her hair out. He walked her to the bed, and started pulling her shirt off.

"You filthy dirty whore! How could you do this to us? You're cheating on me. Admit it. ADMIT IT!"

"You and I are done. There is no us. I didn't mean to hurt you. But you did it first, and you and I are not in love. Please, don't do this, Kol. Snap out of it. You're hurting me." She begged but he was a shell of himself unable to see what he was doing, because the alcohol was controlling him. When her body fell to the bed, he started working his hands on her thigh, she felt him squeeze her thigh between his nails. It wasn't like when Damon touched her, it was painful. His ungroomed nails dug, as he must've really let things go the past couple of weeks. His beard had grown in and his hair hadn't been cut. "Ow, please." She didn't allow herself to cry, she just tried to remain, calm. These situations always went by smoother when she was calm, because if she wasn't he lost his senses even more. He finally let her hair go and pinned her hands above her head.

Kol didn't let her know he knew about Damon. He didn't let her know he's been watching her. No. He wasn't planning on this being a one time thing. He planned to make her suffer. "Open up for me, Princess." He pushed her legs apart and started pulling at her clothes. But she didn't allow it. She fought back.

"No." She fought him and he was a crazy lunatic, drunk and stronger than usual. He back handed her, across her cheek and she blocked him as best as she could, but she felt her cheek swell instantly. She finally realized her phone was ringing back to back. When he was distracted by it, she used her foot to kick him in the groin as hard as she could, where he clutched his man parts in pain as he fell to the floor. She grabbed her phone, and ran for the door of the bedroom. She grabbed whatever she could throw over her body, and went for the front door. In all, of his pain he stood up and ran after her. When he caught up to her he grabbed her by her arms, she hit him in he face with her phone. He clutched his nose, where her phone hit him and the blood started falling uncontrollably. She picked her phone up and opened the door to leave.

"Bonnie, if you tell anyone about this... I'll take everything from you. Everything! I swear to God, I will take It all, and believe me, I know exactly what you've been hiding from me!"

"What?"

"I found it all. Assets, bank accounts, the loan you took out on this house to have another built, your business. I swear, I'll take it all. Keep your mouth shut, or I'll make your life a living hell." Bonnie's phone rang again and she ran out of the house. She got in her car and drove until she made it further out from her house. When she did she pulled over to the side of the road and let out a cry. The cry she had been holding in for her marriage for so long. It was over, it was finally over, and all she could do, was think back to the rage in his face. She got out of her car and went to her trunk and put on something she had already. Every since she'd been at Kats house, she'd been living out of her car. She looked at her face and covered it with makeup. He hit her cheek pretty hard.

He'd never hit her before. For the first time her husband hit her.

Bonnie gathered her thoughts. What did he mean he'd take everything? That he'd found everything? Then she remember her work office was ransacked. It was Kol. Which means he went through her home office too. She was so screwed. She couldn't let him take everything from her that she worked so hard for. So she wouldn't tell anyone what he'd done. She'd have to figure out a way to deal with Kol all by herself.

oOo

She fixed her hair and face, and called Damon as she'd noticed he called her ten times. He answered the phone before it even rang.

"Baby... ?" His tone was worried.

"Hey, sorry, I'm fine." She said as her hands shook. "My phone was on silent. It must have hung up on you by mistake. By the time, I found it, I saw your missed calls sorry. I'm on my way to you."

"I'm in my car on my way to you. I started driving after the second time you didn't answer." He said.

"Well, turn around I'm driving silly." She tried to play it all off.

"What the hell? Bon, you had me worried." He rubbed his hands over his face.

"Well, it's okay. I'm okay. I'll be there soon. Trust me you can turn around." Damon reluctantly listened. He drove back home, and was still so worried he waited for her outside of his house. He spoke to her the entire way until he saw her face. When Bonnie pulled up, the gate was opened, even though he already gave her a gate key. She drove in and he'd made a spot for her car in his garage. She pulled in and he walked to her car like he always did to help her grab her things. He walked her into the house and took her things to his room and put them in his closet. He pulled her body to his and held her.

"I was scared, that something happened to you. I kind of lost my mind when you didn't answer the phone. I thought maybe he'd been there, and tried to hurt you."

"Well, you see I'm fine. It's okay. I'm okay." She said she smiled as he pulled her into his chest. But she was terrified. She held back her trembles remembering what happened and then pulled away from him so he wouldn't see her cheek. She covered it with make up, but Damon was such a careful observer of her, she knew he'd see it. She needed a day or so for the swelling to go down for him to not pay attention to her right cheek.

"Hey, why are you pulling away from me? You're acting strange." He said.

"Damon, I missed you all week. Me and Kat spend every Christmas together, so, me spending the entire week with her to make up for not being able to see her this year, made me really miss you." She hugged him again.

"I'm sure, I missed you more."

"No way." She smiled and kissed him. "So do you think what we planned for Elijah and Kat will work?"

"Oh gosh, I don't know. But we can only hope for the best. Those two need to really come to a consensus on what they want from each other."

"I agree. I think they'll be okay."

"Me too. After all they are really the only healthy relationship I have to look at. I mean there's Nik and Haley, who, by the way, have a child and seem to be happy. But, ultimately when I think about their relationship, I couldn't do it."

"What, the polyamory style relationship?"

"Exactly." He said with confidence.

"Really, yet the contract you have you marked voyeurism and Sub-swapping?"

"That was before you were my sub. I wouldn't let any other Dom touch you."

"Why I think it'd be fun?" She said smirking.

His face turned up and he grabbed her by her waist. "Get it out of your mind. No other man, will touch you. No other woman will touch you. No other person, shall dominate you, but me."

"You will come to find, that before I ever think about letting someone else dominate me, I'm going to make sure I get the opportunity to dominate you." She locked his lips gently and tugged on the with her teeth.

"Ms. Bennett, never has a woman dominated me. Never will it happen. You have by far, been the first to use my name, and receive a kiss on the mouth."

"And the first to feel the gloriousness of your cock bare, as you make love to me. The first to let you cum inside of me, to make you work for me, to get inside of your head, to look you in he eye, and tell you I love you. To make you fall in love with me too." She smiled, "I'd say I've done a little dominating already, wouldn't you?"

He grinned. "Who's Maestro di voi Bonnie Bella?'

"You are."

"Don't forget it."

oOo

Kat was nervous. Bonnie and Damon gifted she and Elijah with a Christmas getaway. She looked at the plane ticket and gasped. "Alaska?' She dialed Bonnie's number, and had a million questions.

"Bonjour." A happy Bonnie sang.

"Bonnie, what is the meaning of this? Why am I staring at a plane ticket to Fairbanks, Alaska?"

"Oui, vous l' avez reçu." Bonnie spoke ecstatically.

"Yes. I did. Now why do I have this?"

The other was sent to Elijah. You two will be meeting this afternoon, at LAX."

"Bon, I'm not going to fuckin' Alaska!"

"You are if you love your fiancé." She smiled into the phone. "Damon and I asked Elijah to pick a place he'd love to have a solid week with you. He said he wanted to go somewhere that there was no cell service, no televisions, no WiFi, no everyday people. No crazy luxuries, or every day, modern technologies."

"Bon. He wants to kill me!"

Bonnie laughed. "Tu es si dramatique."

"No, Bonnie. For two weeks, I did what you said. Send daily texts letting him know I love and miss him, or just asking how he's doing. He's so short with me. This Monday, our punishment consisted of him coming to my place and watching me shower, masturbate, and eat. He said nothing to me. Nothing!"

"Jeux de tête. He testing your will, babe. I'm trusting Elijah to do the right thing with this trip."

Kat huffed heavily, "So, what am I doing, ice fishing? Staying in an igloo? Looking at polar ice caps?"

"Sweetie, I'm not sending you to Antarctica. I'm sending you to Alaska. When you land, a car or a bear," Bonnie laughed, "will take you two hours away to a place called Chena Hot Springs. It's in the middle of the woods."

"Camping?"

"There are cabins, and that's all I'm going to tell you."

"Bon, unfair. He's going to kill me." She mock cried.

"I'm going to hang up now. I need to because you have less than three hours to get warm clothes, and I mean warm. The weather where you're going is negative thirty. Pack warm, take some sexy clothes just in case."

"Wow. This is, I don't know what to say. Oh yeah, Elena broke up with Stefan."

"Pft, what?"

"Yeah. She's really into Tyler and Tyler and Caroline broke up, for whatever reason. So, yeah. Now my sister not being with the guy she was madly in love with has me worried."

"Girl, you and Elena are two different people. Stop letting everything else get in the way of this trip."

"Bon wait... what about-"

"Au Revoir. Je t' aime."

Je te deteste. Au Revoir."

They hung up and Bonnie giggled as she and Damon drove a couple of hours away headed into the mountains. "I've never heard you speak French." She looked at him, making big eyes. "I need to think of a game we can play with that."

"Jeux sexuels? Maître et petits jeux d' esclave?"

He looked at her turned on. "I will pull this this SUV over, and handle business on the side of the road."

"I'm surprised you didn't have your driver drive us, so we could enjoy the ride there, since, I'm sure we won't have much privacy."

"I'll always make sure you and I have privacy. So that won't be a problem. I just wanted to be kind of normal. No driver. Just you, me and this drive to the mountains." Bonnie was reluctant to be sitting on his right side, so he couldn't see her right cheek. She sat staring out of the window. The sun still played apart in the weather, the further they got from the city cruising through the outskirts and past the suburbs, they slowly ascended into the foothill of the mountains. The Interstate 210 gradually turned into highway 38 and bits of snow were gathering on the sides of the road, as they left the beach city and headed inland.

She wondered how and if she should explain Kol to Damon. Kol threatened to take everything from her. Her eyes wondered off to the start of the mountains and drifted.

"You okay? You got kind of quiet." He asked grabbing the hand resting on her thigh.

"Yeah, just thinking is all."

"About what?"

"Not much. So, who am I meeting this week that gave you anxiety? You have yet to tell me."

"Uhh, let's just wait and see if they show up, because I'd honestly be surprised if they follow through." He said. She gripped his hand tighter. This person won't be there until tomorrow though. So, I have a day to enjoy you." She smiled.

"I think my assistant is on to us."

"Why do you say that?"

"I have a feeling." Bonnie said. "I need to be careful, because I hired her through Kol."

"What? Bon, that's not smart. What if she's some sort of spy?"

Bonnie sat quietly wondering now how Kol might know so much. Was it Davina? She now had to worry about her assistant. A girl she liked a lot. A girl she could see working with her long term. She sent an email to Davina, telling her she needed to speak with her urgently.

oOo

Elijah had been sitting at the airport for almost an hour. He was waiting for Kat, and even though he was early, she was late. He figured as much since she got her invitation today. As she jumped out of the cab, the cab driver helped her to get her luggage loaded on the outside check in point. She looked ridiculous. Well, she didn't, but for LA Weather, it was obvious, that she'd been over dressed. She wore layers of pants with some snow pants over top. She had on layers of shirts and a snow coat. Her hair was in a ponytail and she wore a beanie. She was very trendy, but overdressed.

Elijah, who rarely smiled, giggled to himself when he saw her. He watched her struggle with three large luggage. She clearly over packed. He watched her look uncomfortable, and out of her element. It was different for her, and he recognized how she might have felt out of place. He laughed a while. He laughed and let her stumble among the full crowd of people and search for him. If he had never been entertained by her before, today was the day to watch her, and laugh.

But he'd been entertained by her antics. She completed him. Today was no different. He let her squirm for twenty minutes embarrassed. Finally, he called out to her. "Katarina." His accent heavy and thick with its commanding presence. "Come, dear." She spotted him and walked over feeling humiliated.

"How long have you been watching me look like a hot mess?"

"Long enough to put me in good spirits. You truly are a wonder." He smiled.

She was so nervous she didn't know what to say. She remained quiet for about twenty-minutes until they boarded their plane. They were in first class, and she felt better because she was burning up in all of her clothes. The plane took off smoothly and she wanted to give him space, but her body was burning up. She knew she needed to take a layer of clothes off.

She rolled her eyes and frowned. "Why do I look over dressed?"

"Because you are."

"Bon said negative thirty-degree weather and pack warm."

"Yes dear, pack warm. You could've put the warm clothing on when we landed dear. You're going to be sweating for a while, this flight is three hours. We have a layover in Tacoma, for about four hours. Then we fly to Anchorage, which is about a four-hour flight. When we land, we have a two hour layover. Then fly to Fairbanks, which about an hour, and after that it's a two-hour drive to the resort."

"Sixteen hours in this impossible get up."

"Yes, but once we are officially there, you will fit right in." He laughed.

"So, a Resort? Why did she say cabins?"

"It's a different kind of resort my little pet. I was thinking, I need to focus on some of our relationship. Privately."

"Yes." She smiled. "I agree."

"No television, no Wi-Fi, no access to the internet."

"She told me. But, I mean it's good for us. Right?"

"No neighboring cabins. They are all spaced far apart."

"That's great. We can really focus on us, and I can really focus on-"

"No one will be able to hear you... when you scream. I'm going to teach you a lesson Katarina. I'm going to make you earn your kitten status back. It won't be very friendly, but rewarding non-the less."

Why would he wait, until we boarded the plane and took off to say this?

She wanted to run away. He gave her a straight face, then a small grin, and put his headphones on, closing his eyes. Once the airline attendant came by, she took a Pinot Grigio. It wasn't enough, she took a couple more glasses to relax her senses. She was fucked. She looked over at him, and he was smirking with his eyes closed and his head against the head rest.

She reached for the flight attendant. "Excuse me, I'm very, very uncomfortable. Is there any way that after this flight, I can retrieve my luggage to change clothes?"

"Is the next stop your destination?"

"No. t's a layover."

"Then I'm sorry ma'am. Unless it's an Emergency, the airline doesn't like retrieving luggage. There's a liability clause. If anything should happen to your luggage, mid transition the airline is responsible. So, I'm afraid we can't."

Kat swallowed her pride and sat in her three layers of clothes and as uncomfortable as she was, Elijah seemed to be perfectly, comfortable, sane, and joyful today.

"Then in that case, can I get a vodka tonic?"

"It may make you even hotter ma'am."

"Its, okay, at that point I won't give a fuck!" The man looked at her and laughed.

"Right away ma'am."

oOo

Bonnie and Damon finally pulled into a large driveway. The grass and trees were coated with snow, and the cabin was large. She was surprised. Oh... my... word. This, is beautiful!"

"Right? I wanted to give you a white Christmas. Wait until you see the inside." Bonnie looked at Damon. "Stop looking at me like that. No wait, keep looking at me like that. I live for that look from you." She bit her lip and blushed looking away from him. She covered her mouth with her fist and looked out the window feeling like she was in a dream. "Hey, you ready for our week?"

Her gleaming eyes lit with joy. He saw a sparkle inside of her, that made him want to give her everything. He got out of the SUV and walked around to her side, opening the door. "Come on, let's go get into the spirit. He put a red and white hat on her and as she stepped out of the vehicle, she saw the three story cabin. "I would've gone smaller, and cozier, but the person we are here to see, needs to give me space."

"Uh oh, should I be worried?"

"You should be prepared for the best week of your life." As she walked up the door, a woman opened it. "Hello!"

"Oh, Hi." Bonnie saw a brown skinned woman open the door. She was pretty and spoke like she'd been expecting Bonnie.

"I've heard a lot about you." The woman pulled her in for a hug. "I'm Sarah Salvatore."

"Oh, wow, I had no idea... are you...?

"Family, yes. I'm Stefan's wife. I mean ex-wife. I brought our children, here to spend Christmas with their father, and his-"

"Ahem."

"Damon!" She smiled and gave him a big hug.

"Hey sis. Nice to see you. You look beautiful as ever."

"Always the charmer. I've missed you and your wicked grin. But most importantly, your niece and nephews missed you."

Bonnie stood there unsure of how to feel. She had no idea who Damon Salvatore was. This was even more of a reason, she found herself to be drawn to him. "Yeah, well... I've been very occupied with... everything."

She looked at Bonnie. "I see. It's nice to finally see you, with someone. I was beginning to wonder if maybe you were gay, not that it would matter."

Bonnie laughed. "Oh, I like you."

"Listen, if Damon were gay, I would've jumped through hoops to finally discover that he and that... um... what's his face?"

"Elijah?" Bonnie asked.

"Yes. Him. So, you know him? I would've been excited to know he finally found a great guy."

"Can we not?" Damon told Sarah.

"Well for a long time, Damon never brought anyone around. But when he invited us to functions, he would be tailored like a king, and so would Elijah, and I always though, he's gay. He's definitely gay and that's his lover. Ya know, because the drop dead gorgeous ones are always gay. But... it turns out he's extremely picky, and good for him because you are all kinds of beautiful."

Damon looked at Bonnie and grinned, "Thank you." She said.

"I've always loved my sis-in-law. Too bad my brother was a knuckle head." He smirked. "Sarah, Bonnie. Bonnie, Sarah."

The two women smiled and hugged again. "Nice to meet you."

"I can tell we are going to be great friends." She pulled Bonnie into the cabin and once inside, Bonnie was drawn breathless again.

"This... is... so... beautiful." The inside was decorated with all Christmas themed decorations. It was a winter wonder land. There was a large twenty-foot tree decorated with so many white lights and red bows. The top had an angel on it. There were gifts all under the tree, tons of gifts. Bonnie assumed it was for the kids that she had yet to meet.

"So, you like it?"

"You crazy man. I love this." She reached up and hugged him, in her Christmas themed leggings and fuzzy boots. Her coat, was fuzzy around the hood and she wore her hair curly.

He whispered in her ear. "I'm starving."

"I'll cook something." She smiled.

"No, I want to eat your pussy, right now."

She shook her head no. "Now?"

His eyes narrowed to hers, "Right... now."

"Damon, I'm just now meeting your-"

"Sarah!" He called out. "We are headed to our room. I'm going to unload the car, and then we'll be down for some apple cider with the kids."

"Sure thing big bro. I need to take care of some things anyways, before the kids get back."

Damon grabbed Bonnie by the hand and lead her up the large staircase. They walked to the very end of the hallway, once they got to the third level. There was only one doorway up there. "This is the only room on the third floor." He opened it and gently pushed her inside after he followed her and locked the door.

"Geez. This place never ceases to amaze me. This room is-" He shuts her up with his hand over her mouth.

"I'm going to go into the bathroom and get ready-"

"What about our bags?"

"Don't you worry about the bags. I'm going into the bathroom to prepare for what is about to happen. I want you to take your clothes off. All of them. By the time I get out of there, I want you to be naked on that California King, right in from of the fireplace. I want you on all fours. Facing the fire. Which means, I want your beautiful, ass greeting me as I open that door."

"Dam-"

"Ah ah ahhh. 'Tis not my name."

"Maestro, there are people downstairs. Your family. This isn't the time or the place."

"You have no idea, do you. You still don't understand me, and it's okay. You'll come to understand that, when I want it, I'll take it. Whenever, where ever. Never doubt my, desire when it comes to you. I'll fuck you in a church, if I want to."

She blinked in surprise, and he laughed. "Fortunately, for you, I wouldn't do that."

She let out a breath she didn't realize she had taken and held in. He took her coat off and left her to do the rest. Bonnie looked around the large room. It had a deep, oak wood cathedral ceiling. The brick fireplace was grand and lit. She was made nervous by the cracking embers. The third floor was very secluded and quiet. The large windows opened to the snowfall and she looked out the window into the woods. She heard a loud crack of the fire which made her jump. She remembered she needed to finish getting undressed.

Slowly she removed her boots and sweater. She was wearing the lingerie he bought her, but for what purposes? He preferred her naked. She folded her clothes and started sitting them on the couch. Slowly, and one by one, she removed the items on her body. Once she was finished, she crawled onto the California King size bed with the neatly groomed mattress filled with pillows and a very high thread count bed set, that felt like heaven against her skin.

She stopped focusing on him, and started focusing at the fire. He told her to face the fire place, and in it, she got lost in the flame, like a moth. And it rose, as she drowned out the sounds, around her. She didn't even realize when he was stuffing her mouth with a gag, and fastening it around her head, until she felt his leather gloves, on her skin. They were cold, and it gave her the chills. She looked up and he was staring down at her. He stooped down and smiled, as he tied her hands together.

"Ready Schiavetto?"

oOo

Stefan walked in with his kids. "Go sit your gloves and boots on the back-porch kids. And warm your hands by the fire. I'm going to see what your mom is doing?"

"Is uncle D here?"

"Uncle D is here. He's probably taking a nap. I'll check on your mom. Why don't you guys do what daddy said and then we'll do ginger bread house soon."

"Yay! Okay daddy." Stefan walked with his three-year-old to his ex-wife, leaving his eight-year-old twins to warm up by the fire.

"Sare! Sare!" He called out walking towards their bedroom. When he opened the door, she was searching for something. "Sarah, what's going on?"

"Sabastian's favorite b-e-a-r is missing." She spelled it so the young boy wouldn't know. "That or we left it at home."

"Pft, are you kidding me? When he figures it out he's going to flip. He doesn't go to bed at night without it."

"Stefan, you don't think I realize that? This was a mistake. This trip is going to be all bad. I'm so disappointed."

"Okay, okay, baby... come on. We are going to tag team this parenting thing this week. We always manage to work well as a team."

"So, uhh, speaking of teams. How are you and your girlfriend?"

"Who, Elena? She's good I guess. We broke up. So, it's just a typical day in the life of me."

"I thought you really liked this one?"

"I did. But like and love are two different things. She was slightly clingy, and because of that, whenever it was my weekends with the kids, she assumed the worst. Tried to keep tabs on me, and... I don't know. It drove a wedge between us. It's better this way. She needs to find a person who appreciates he way she gets attached." He looked at his youngest son and laid him in the crib.

"What about you and Matt?"

"Ugh, same. He's a great guy, but just not for me. He's a little too vanilla for me." She laughed. "I wanted to introduce him to the kids, but... I'm just not ready for something like that. So, I guess we're stuck with each other."

"I don't mind that." He smiled, trying to pull her body near his.

"Stefan, don't flirt with me. We make kids, when we flirt too much."

"What's one more?" He smiled.

"It's, you. Not knowing what you want Stefan."

"I've made a lot of changes, Sarah."

"What does that mean, you think we should work on things?"

"It means, I realize, my life isn't the same without you and my children. My job keeps me away, a lot. I get that. But I've recently been doing some investing with my brother to keep me from having to be so busy. It's helped Damon to to keep from being at his nine to five every day."

"Stefan, I want to believe you'll make time for us, I really do, but you can understand what I felt like, trying to explain to your kids how daddy would be here more if he didn't work. You weren't going to their games, or their recitals. Missing birthdays. Stefan-"

"Sarah, I wanted you and the kids here, for the holidays. I made time for this. Not just because of my mother, but because after two years, I realize I'm nothing without you guys. I don't want to date. All it does is make me miss you. I'm here for you and my kids, and this Christmas is going to be the best. I promise."

"Yeah, well I guess you need to show me." She kissed his cheek and walked out of the room. "Kids, its ginger bread house time."

oOo

Damon rubbed his leather clad hands over her smooth, soft skin. She tensed up, because the idea of leather made her nervous. He had on his black jeans still, and some black boots. But he took his shirt off and the happy trail that lead to his... happy place, was sometimes the place that lead to her submissiveness.

"Whassdhdh dft?"

"I'm going to punish you."

"Hmm I gnfn spnsnskn?"

"Something like that. But this time, I want to introduce you to Paddy."

"Hmm." She hated this barbaric gag. What was he thinking putting it on her?

Damon pulled out a wooden paddle, and swung it around in front of her face, until her eyes widened. Bonnie looked at him and gave him a slow, head shake 'no.'

"Yes."

"This is how this will work. I'm going to spank you. Five times slow, five times fast. But I'm going to bend you over my lap. As you know, I'm very big on flesh on flesh contact. My punishments tend to be very hands on, but today I want you to feel the vulnerability of not feeling the contact of my skin as I punish you. This will create a natural submissive state, that will make you feel as if I'm being cold and detached. Because, for this punishment... I will be cold and detached. It's important you know that this punishment is a small lesson in dominant/submissive training. I do not have any emotional attachment to this punishment. So, don't feel bad, when I punish you, and don't take it personal." Damon sat on the edge of the bed and bent her over his lap.

"Wgnf snbeh psosjkls?"

"So, yeah, you won't be able to say pickles. If you want me to stop, this gag has a built-in whistle. When you bite really hard, it'll sound. Not a regular bite, like a hard one. Are you okay Schiavetto?"

She nodded her head.

"Can I proceed to punish you?"

She nodded her head. "Don't feel bad, the harsher the punishment the grander the reward. Damon softened Bonnie by caressing her skin with his cold gloves. As her body relaxed. He warmed her up with one...

SMACK!

"Hmmm." Bonnie was surprised to feel his leather clad hand hit her. She instantly felt the sting.

"Are you doing okay Schiavetto?"

Bonnie nodded her head and dropped it down, bracing herself for the punishment. "Schiavetto, when I count to three..."

SPANK!

He distracted her and she gripped her hands together after the shock. It wasn't very hard. But she had a feeling the next one would be...

SPANK!

A little bit harder, causing Bonnie to bite down on the gag. "Hmmmm." But it wasn't hard enough to sound the whistle. She clenched up. That kind of sting made her squeeze his leg.

"Should I stop?"

She shook her head no. The more, she stopped to think about it the more she felt the sting, which lasted longer than a sting from his hand. She dropped her head further, and when he felt her grab his leg, he grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her face up again. Bonnie looked up at him, and gave him a harsh glare. His hand made its way around her throat from her hair. Slowly, he squeezed a little bit and she closed her eyes submissively. Letting him control every second of this moment,

"Schiavetto, how does paddy feel against your skin?"

SPANK!

"Do you like it? Can I spank you harder?" She didn't answer him. So, when he spanked her one last time, it was one to be remembered.

SPANK!

Her entire body clenched and she screamed though her gag. Just as she thought it was almost done. The hand he gripped her neck with pulled her into his face and he smiled wickedly. He put his lips to hers and pretend to kiss her with her gag.

"God I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you, when I spank you so I can feel your lips shake while I deliver the end of your punishment. Sadly, your bound and gagged, because I couldn't let you scream, in this cabin, where downstairs lies the innocence of three unknowing children.

Three children who have no idea Uncle Damey has a dark side. Three children, who have no idea, what you do to me. Three children who don't need to hear all the vile things that come out of your mouth when I punish you, because then they'll think I'm killing you. I can't have them knowing I'm not who they think I am. So, if I take this gag off, can I trust you to be quiet while I finish spanking your ass?"

Bonnie shook her head 'no' making him laugh. "Good, I'm going to challenge you then. I'm going to take it off, anyways. And you're going to contain yourself from screaming, because if you don't, I'm going to spank you ten more times... with a wet paddle." He unfastened her gag and as it fell from her mouth, she stretched her jaw out. Before she could catch her breath, she felt the sting of his paddle, quick, hard, and fast.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Then he quickly picked her up and threw her on the bed, confusing her brain so she wouldn't scream. Her hands still bound she bit her lip trying to keep from screaming. Damon rushed her body lifting her legs from under her knees, and stuck his tongue inside of her, feeling her body heat up, and her kitty purr, he softly and gently sucked on her and ate her like ice cream.

"Hmmm. Please."

"Please what?"

"I want you inside of me. That's what I need. I've missed you all week."

"Not yet. I told you I needed to taste you." Bonnie's hips wiggled underneath his hold and he felt her legs start to shake.

"Mmmm God. Please don't do this to me today... I need it."

"You need what?"

"You... inside of me." His lips made love to her and she arched her back wrapped her legs around his head. Her bound hands pulled his hair. Damon knew the harder she pulled the closer she was to her peak. He felt her squeezing, but not with the grip, that told him she was going to cum, so flickered his tongue over her clit gently and consistently. Her stomach started tightening, and she wanted to feel the release. "Please, Maestro. May I cum? I'm right there, baby?"

"No!" He sat up and took his time unbuckling his pants. Making her watch him and want him. The sound of his leather gloves maneuvering his buckle and zipper sounded murderous. Not to mention, he looked like a murderer. He moved aggravatingly slow. Forcing her to beg.

"Maestro, please?"

"Turn around." She turned over and he looked at her reddened behind from his paddle spanks. He took his gloved hands and cupped her gently as he kissed her all over her paddled cheeks. He kissed every inch of red skin. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you. You're precious. Gosh, I haven't used a paddle in a while."

"I'm fine Maestro, I promise."

"I know, I just, want to make it better. Your ass is beautiful." His kisses made her want to fall asleep. The way he kissed her skin was soft, and lingering and left tiny trails of saliva from winced he moved point A to point B. She laid on her stomach with her bound hands above her head, and he turned her back over. Climbing her body. He saw the hunger and greed in her face as she watched him. "What do you want your Maestro to do?"

"I want..." His unbuckled pants fell slowly. "This beautiful cock inside of me Maestro." She grabbed it with bound wrists, and stroked it.

"How bad?"

She bit her lip. "Bad."

"You want me to... fuck you, or make love to you?"

"Slow and steady Maestro. I wanna cum hard and slow, with you."

Damon smiled lowering his body to hers, "put it, inside of you." She smiled, doing what she was told. She rubbed it back and forth on her clit a few times before directing it, inside of her and once he started to slowly push forward, he moved her bound wrists around his neck while she wrapped her legs around his waist. He looked her in her eyes as he entered her body, gently. Then instantly closed his eyes and took her mouth in a kiss. He made love to her slowly, catching her deep moans in his mouth, and filling her, with all of him until they both hit their peaks. She gripped him with every ounce of muscle, trying to contain her screams. She fought her urge to scream profanities, and call him disgusting names. She let him fill her up, and slowly bring her down. Once they calmed, she fell apart and all her limbs went limp.

"Thank you, baby." She said breathlessly in his ear.

"No. Thank you Sweet pea." He caressed her skin and kissed her. "I need to pamper your body now." She loved this part of sex with him, because he focused all his gentleness and sweet words on her. He loved pampering her, because she basks in his attentiveness.

(Knock Knock)

"Uncle Damey? Hey, uncle Damey... we started Ginger bread houses already, are you gonna come?"

"Holy crap!" He whispered to her. Bonnie's eyes went big and her mouth went in the shape of an "O" to show her shock. "Yes. Uncle D will be down in five minutes."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He looked at her sympathetically. "Baby, I'm going to have to give you after care later... is that okay? I just don't want the kids to-"

"Baby. It's fine. I'm ready to meet your niece and nephews." She smiled.

He looked her in the eyes and smiled. "I can't believe I'm here with you. You're going to spend time with my family. This is not something I do. So, it's kind of a big deal." He said hunching his shoulders. She laughed under his body. "I love feeling your body against mine. I love the idea that you don't have to go back to anyone. I love, that your mine, and I'm yours. This is everything I could have possibly wanted."

Bonnie's guilt of Kol made her nervous. She wanted to tell him what happened, but she knew Kol was good for his word. She knew he'd ruin her life and take everything from her. But she hated the idea of lying to Damon. "Damon, baby, I should tell you something."

"What? Everything okay?"

"Yes, but you should know that, last night... before-"

(Knock Knock)

"Ye-eeees?" He sang out, grinning.

"Uncle Damey... daddy wants to know if you want for him to order pizza tonight from the best pizza place? He says you love that place."

"Sure, baby doll. Tell Daddy, me and Ms. Bonbon will be down in three minutes." He heard the kids giggle outside of the door.

"Whelp, there ya have it?" She said grinning.

"Uhh, what is it you wanted to tell me?"

"It can wait. Let's go meet your nieces and nephews."

oOo Bonnie oOo

I'm smiling, this moment, these moments shouldn't be destroyed by Kol. Do I want to tell him? Yes. Will I tell him? I will. But I'm exhausted of Kol. I'm tired of what he has put me through. Is it wrong that I want to enjoy this week and save the Kol issue for next week? I just want to bask in this moment with Damon. I don't want to ruin it. Not now. Next week. Sure. But not today. Now, I made sure to touch the makeup, up on my face. We walked downstairs, and I put my same clothes back on and Damon put his on. He reminded me of the night we played cards, with Elijah and Kat. The first night he attempted to get into my mind. The night, I knew I had become drawn to him. He had on a flannel and it was unbuttoned the top three buttons his hair was messy, which wasn't a typical Damon thing, but I loved it. Now, he looks just like he did in those moments. His messed up hair from me pulling it while he made love to my pussy with his mouth. This... this is what I want. Kol can kiss my ass. I'll talk to Damon about it next week.

They made it downstairs to some excited faces. "Uncle D!" Seth said. He ran and hugged him.

"Uncle Damey!" Sophia said.

"Hey guys. Where the heck did, those long legs come from? You guys are almost as tall as me."

"No, we aren't." They laughed. "You're crazy!"

"I really missed you guys. It's been a few months, well, more like a year or so. You guys are growing up to be so beautiful and handsome. Thanks Sarah, for giving me beautiful nephews and a niece. We know it wasn't Stef."

"Go to hell!" Stefan laughed.

"Ooh, Daddy needs to put money in the swear jar!" Sophia said.

"I'm on vacation. There is no swear jar on vacation. Because if there's a swear jar, then I guess eight o'clock bedtime resumes and not nine-thirty."

"I mean, swear jar! What swear jar?" Sophia recanted.

"Hey, this is Uncle Damon's ..." he looked to Bonnie, "very special friend." She smiled. "Her name is Ms. Bonnie. Or Bonbon." He smirked.

"Uncle has a girlfriend. Uncle has a girlfriend." They started to sing.

"Okay okay, enough kids." Sarah laughed.

"You're really pretty, Ms. Bonbon." His niece said.

"Oh, well thank you. So are you cutie pie. Nice to meet you." Bonnie hugged her. "I give hugs. Not handshakes." She looked to his older nephew who became shy, suddenly. "I don't bite."

She walked towards him, and for the first-time Sarah and Stefan saw their almost nine year old get shy and blush.

"Are you blushing, young man?"

"Stef. Stop, don't put him on the spot."

"What, Sarah... he's blushing. I think Seth has a crush on Ms. Bonnie."

"Dad!" He said and walked off. The adults collectively laughed.

"Don't feel bad, Seth. Ms. Bonnie makes me feel the same way too." She looked at him blushing.

"So, what are we doing, can I help?" Bonnie jumped right in.

"Yeah, you can help me." Sophia pulled Bonnie to her and started showing her what to do. They got to it quickly and Bonnie amazed her with how creative she was. "Seth and I are in competition. The best ginger bread house, gets to have double desert."

"Well, it wouldn't be fair, if someone doesn't help Seth. Maybe, Uncle Damey, should pick up some icing and M&Ms and help him too."

"Yeah, please? Please uncle Damey?" Sophia asked.

Bonnie lowered her bottom lip like Sophia and helped her to beg. "Please. Pretty please." Damon looked at Bonnie and silently mouthed... You're gonna get it later.

"Sure, Uncle Damon will. But it's an unfair advantage, because we are going to win."

"Oh yeah?" Sophia said with a straight face.

"Yeah." He laughed. "Where's Sebastian?" He turned asking Sarah.

"Napping thank God. We accidentally left his favorite bear back in LA, and I'm worried about him going to bed tonight. So... right now while he naps, I think of a backup plan." Sarah sighed. "Ugh, kids... it never ends. Your life is no longer your life. It's theirs. You become a slave to your children. Wait until you have kids. You'll see."

Damon watched Bonnie as she took in Sarah's words. He heard her previous hopes for kids with Kol, and he knew it was a hard subject for her. When he listened to her weeks ago, she was drunk, and maybe she didn't realize how she divulged so much information about her marriage, but he knew she probably would pretend she never told him those things about children. But then she couldn't escape the conversation in a room of children.

"You want kids Bonnie?"

"Oh me... I don't know. I thought I did before, and it turns out it's not meant for me. So, I love kids though. I like babysitting. I like playing and baking and all the fun stuff. When it boils down to it, I'm not sure I'd be a great mother though."

"You'd be a great mother Bonnie." Damon said making her smile.

"Hey, every great mom, starts out not knowing what they're doing, and as the years go on, you will continue to question what you're doing. It comes with the territory. Not that I think I'm great, because I'm not, but I'm definitely not as bad as I thought I'd be."

"You're a great mother, baby." Stefan finally chimed in after. "Hey Bonnie. Good to see you."

"Nice to see you to Stefan." It felt weird to see him with Sarah, knowing he was with Elena a couple of weeks ago. But it was none of her business, so she didn't ask.

...

"Ours looks better." Damon said.

"You wish, baby. Sophia and I are decorating pros. Look at our double front door and stained glass window."

"Shut up. Pft." He walked to look at it. "Damn, how did you do that?"

"Yeah, Ms. Bonnie's the real deal Uncle Damey. You've done good. You picked a real winner." Sophia said. "A literal winner because we are out to win this ginger bread contest."

They started to laugh at her and Damon shook his head.

"Double ice cream for Ms. Bonnie loser." She laughed putting the letter "L" on her forehead with her fingers.

"Seriously? Okay. I'll show you a loser." He grabbed a spoon of icing and put it on her nose.

"Wow. Are you a sore loser? Loser!" Again, with her fingers on her forehead.

"Bonnie I'm warning you. Don't, don't tempt me. I'm not a good loser. I will be sore all over that ass."

"Language! Damon, the kids!" She yelled in surprise.

"Stefan said there wasn't a swear jar. So, therefore, I can say ass if I want. Huh baby?" He grabbed her and started to put more icing on her with his fingers. He grabbed a handful, and she looked at him. Don't do it. Please? D-Da-Damon, stop it... stop it!" She begged, the sound his ears loved but he didn't care, he smeared it all over her face, then laughed.

"Hmmm I'm going to get you Damon!"

"I'll help Ms. Bonnie." She grabbed her uncle's hands and tried pinning him down. He played along knowing she wasn't that strong but he let her pin him and Bonnie put a spoonful of peanut butter in his mouth. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, Damon began having a reaction. He was choking on the peanut butter... fanning around as if he couldn't breathe. She looked at him.

"Oh, my gosh... Damon I'm sorry. Do you... oh my God. PEANUT ALLERGY!" Bonnie panicked and Sarah kneeled with her trying to help him. He was turning red. All of Bonnie's fears were flashing before her eyes, she was losing Damon and she panicked. "I'll do mouth to mouth!"

She kneeled over him and tried to clear his chest plate and open his mouth to receive oxygen as she tilted his head back, and when he felt her lips on his, he couldn't help but to lay a huge kiss on her, giving her his peanut butter and completely freaking her out. She sat up and looked surprised and pained. "What the? What the hell? Damon... are you okay?"

He licked her face. "Still think I'm a loser?" Her face went angry and she stood up.

"Damon Salvatore!" She stood up and backed away from him.

"Uh... uh, Bonnie baby? I'm sorry. It was just a joke, I didn't... I didn't mean to scare you." She turned away from him left the room. Sarah stood up looking at Stefan.

"Did you know he was playing that awful joke?"

He hunched his shoulders, "What? It was innocent. He's really a sore loser. Always has been." Stefan laughed.

"Real mature Stef. That poor girl lost her senses."

Meanwhile, Damon was trying to convince Bonnie he was sorry. "Baby, Bon? I'm sorry turn around please." He slowly turned her body and she had tears in her eyes. "Oh, my God. I'm sorry. Damnit!" He pulled her in for a hug. "That was an awful joke. I didn't think it through. Why are you crying."

"I'm not crying. But I am sad, because I thought you were dying."

"I'm sorry. It was an awful thing to do, and I realize now. And you've got icing and peanut butter all over your face. Here let me wipe it off." He started wiping her face and she winced.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, sorry did I wipe too hard."

"Yeah." At this point Bonnie, had forgotten about the bruise on her face. He'd relaxed her so much, and she'd been having so much fun with his family, she was in a zone.

"Here, come on, let's go to the bathroom. We can clean your beautiful face." He pulls her by the hand and walks her to the large guest bathroom. "Come on. You can't stay mad at me forever." He laughed dragging her body as she walked lazily behind him.

"Damon, I think you owe me for scaring me like that." He pulled her into the bathroom locking the door, lifted her up and sat her on the cabinet, turning the warm water on waiting for it to get warm. When it warmed up he grabbed a white face towel and wet it squeezing it out. He slowly started wiping her face, getting all the sweet and sticky residue off her.

"You freaked out! PEANUT ALLERGYYY!" He laughed.

"Damon Salvatore it's not funny. People die from peanut allergy reactions." Damon's laughing suddenly stopped.

He continued wiping her face, removing the sticky residue and her make up. The make up on her cheek was clearing, making very clear a purple and black bruise on her right cheek. She worried when his face went from laughing, to blank, to angry. He wiped her face gently and looked her in her eyes. "Sweet pea?"

"Yes?"

"What, in the hell happened to your face?" She felt his whole aura change. His energy darkened. His jaws, locked in place and she saw his pulse throbbing through the veins on his temple. She became afraid of him. Not of what he'd do to her, but how he was about to react to what's happened to her face. His fist rose and slammed into the counter top.

Bonnie jumped and her heart started to beat rapidly. "Damon."

"BONNIE!"

"Umm... I was going to tell you, but then-"

"Tell me what? Sweet pea, I'm gonna ask you this once, and once only. You better give me the hundred percent truth, or I'm going to flip the Fuck out. Not on you, baby. But I will, go crazy, if I don't have an answer." Not even during their dominant/submissive moments had she seen such intensity and darkness in his eyes. "What... the fuck... happened... to your face?"

I don't have a note, because I have to leave my house. LOL But I seriously hope there wasn't too many damn errors and that you enjoyed it.

Holla atcha girl! ;)

Happy Holidays!