Black Velvet
Chapter 16 - Nothing I Wouldn't do for You (Damon's Reaction)
R-M Mature themes, explicit sexual situations, language, and violence.
Few things set off Damon Salvatore... Please Enjoy this chapter! :) Sorry, I didn't realize the fight scene wasn't italicized the first time to make it easier to decipher between it and the bamon scene parallel. I fixed that.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!
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?"
oOo Damon oOo
The first thing to come to mind was Kol. That son of a bitch was about to regret the day he touched, her from way back when. How long has this been happening? Has he hit her before? My face feels very hot. I feel like I am going to explode and put my fist through the mirror. But I don't want to scare this woman. She looks terrified, and all I can do is be supportive, but if she tells me hit touched her, all bets are off. I know it was him, the question is… Am I going to kill him? Calm down, Damon. Give her space and opportunity to trust in you, and listen to her fully. Every detail. Every fucking detail, because that will all depend on how I handle this situation. Fuck, look at her. Look at my beautiful sweet pea. Look at her face. Who could do such a thing to her? What kind of man can- the kind that never has and never will deserve her. Bonnie Bennett, I'm so glad you came into my life. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you.
"Before I tell you, please promise to calm down."
"I can't make that promise."
"You have to, remember? Three innocent, and unknowing children are here. Along with your brother and his wife."
"Mmm." He growled impatiently. "Sweet Pea, you should know, years of anger management, and treatment are being flushed down the drain as we speak. Years!"
"Damon, look at me, please." She said softly. She'd never seen him so red. She caressed his cheeks with her hands and held him so that they were face to face. She looked him in the eye and said, "Please calm down, and I will tell you." He looked in her green eyes, and started to calm, until the huge eye soar on her face, struck his line of sight again.
"Bonnie... please talk, or I'll assume the worst, and deal with it in the worst way. Did this happen last night? Was it Kol?"
She nodded her head, and swallowed as tear drops fell from her face. He couldn't see the tears or maybe he didn't want to see the tears, because all he saw was red. "What, did he do? And be- very- specific."
"It happened when I put you on mute."
"I knew it!" His chest was deepening with harsh breaths and he could hardly contain himself. "Keep going."
"Okay."
Her voice shook as she spoke, because the trauma with Kol, had her reliving something she feared and never spoke about, and watching Damon in these moments triggered that fear again. He looked at her, and instantly calmed. He stopped breathing heavily. He closed his eyes, unclenched his fists and took ten deep breaths. "Breath with me Please." He told her. They took the deep breaths together. He looked at her cheek and back at her. He held her around her waist, as she sat before him on the counter top of the bathroom, "I'm sorry. I'm not angry at you. I should tell you, there are certain things in this world that set me off, triggering me in ways that makes it hard for me, to avoid reacting to. But watching the look on your face, right now... I can't have you fearing me, because I would never, hurt you and- fuck. Something's wrong with me. Fuck!" He became very agitated, and his hand was shaking.
"Damon, what's going on, talk to me."
"I will talk to you. But right now, I just need to know what happened. Please tell me what he did."
"He took my phone, ended the call and attacked me." Damon but his lip, feeling helpless for not having been with her.
"How, what did he do to you?"
"Nothing. I didn't let him. I fought back, and got out of there."
"He did something, because the right side of your face is black and purple. Please tell me step by step, from the moment you saw him to the moment you didn't."
"Okay, I umm- I was walking out of the bathroom to grab the phone, and he appeared in my room."
"What do you mean appeared? He was hiding... or?" He needed step by step details, because of his controlled way of thinking.
"I saw him when I walked out. He was standing there as if he'd been following me, or like he was there, before me. I went for my phone and he grabbed it. Asking me who was on the phone because I've saved your number as Anon since day one. He started to argue with me and accusing me of cheating."
"What did you tell him?"
Bonnie took a few seconds to think. "I told him he and I were over and that I admitted to cheating, and he screamed, loudly in my face. Once I saw him end the phone call and throw my phone into the wall, I ran, but he grabbed..." she started to rub her thumb roughly on the inside of her wrist and bite her lip to contain the emotions. "He pulled me by my hair, really hard and drug me by my hair to the bed and threw me on it."
Damon's lips were tightening as his face turned redder. He fists were clenching again. "Was he drinking? Was he crazed?"
"He was drunk. I remember, tasting vodka on his breath."
"YOU KISSED HIM?"
"I didn't willfully kiss him." She said, and it didn't help his anger. "I promise. Damon, He won't remember this."
Damon ceased all movement and looked at her in shock. "Stop! Don't do that! Don't excuse this."
"I'm not. I'm just saying, he's never attacked me like this... he was very-"
Damon grabbed Bonnie by her face and although he looked angry, he spoke to her calmly. "Bonnie, I'm not going to let you continue to fall into that habit. Do not pander his perversions anymore. He is a sick fuck and I believe, he planned to attack you. I don't trust him, and he's not going to get away with this. Now finish telling me, please. What happened after he threw you on the bed?"
"He started to..." she cleared her throat, and looked down. "He started pulling my clothes off." She broke down and covered her face. Damon bit back his own tears and continued getting angry, but also holding it in to comfort her. "He took off my shirt and started at my shorts when he let my hair go, which he pulled so hard he gave me a headache. I tried fighting his aggression, but he was too strong, he pinned my arms and tried to open my legs and at that point you called my phone distracting him and I kicked him in his balls, and took off. I grabbed my phone, threw a loose shirt on and ran."
"He pinned you down? Trying to..." Damon shook his head listening.
"All that matters, is I fought him. I didn't let him touch me; which is when I angered him and he hit me."
"With his fist?"
"I don't remember. I was shielding myself." Damon closed his eyes imagining what had happened. "Then I kicked him between the legs and I ran. But he caught me and that's when I hit him in the face with my cell phone. He started to bleed, and I got out of the house."
"Good, you fought him. That's good. Did he say anything to you?"
"Yes. He told me, that if I told anyone, he'd take everything away from me. He would take everything, Damon. All of what I've busted my ass for, he found things I thought I'd hidden from him. I don't even know how he broke the codes in my software to get that information, he must have some hacker out there. I don't know. But I did it to protect myself. I had separate accounts and things, because he was losing everything I worked for. But I had everything securely protected. Someone must have helped him. He said he'd take everything. My safety net, will be gone, Damon." She started to cry uncontrollably, making Damon angrier at Kol. He held her and assured her.
"He can't do that. He won't do that. I won't let him."
"You can't stop a man with a gambling problem. He'll risk everything when he believes he's going to win. I can't let him win. Which is why I didn't tell you right away. I would have told you eventually after I figured it all out."
"Bonnie, you can't keep dealing with Kol alone. That's how he overpowers you. He's abused you and cheated on you. He's done everything he can to break you."
"I won't let him." She said as he touched her cheek and it was tender and swollen.
"How did I not see this?"
"I covered it with my makeup. Really well."
I noticed your cheek was a little puffy, but I didn't ask. I even noticed you had on more make up then usual, but I just waited to see how many days you'd keep that up. I should've asked before we left LA." Her face was bruised, and he was now, never going to go back to the man he was yesterday. "What Kol did wasn't okay."
"I know."
"I'm going to have a talk with Kol man to man." He headed out of the bathroom door.
"What? No! Did you hear what I said? He will take everything Damon!" She pulled him by his arm. "Please, can't we wait and figure this out? Don't leave. This is our week. It's Christmas Eve."
He turned to her. "He hurt you. For the very last time." He walked out of the room and upstairs. She followed him. He shuffled around a bit, and she started to cover her face again with makeup. He finally grabbed his keys and Bonnie watched in slow motion. As he walked out of the room and headed downstairs. She followed him and heard nothing but faded echoes as the children laughed, and Sarah drank some champagne. The two-year-old was up and running, and Stefan was paying the pizza, but he looked at Damon, then at Bonnie. He pulled his brother to the side. Bonnie watched as Stefan's eyebrows rose and fell and he looked at her and back to Damon. It was all, just very slow motion. She felt ashamed. She wanted to leave the cabin. Damon didn't even bother putting on his coat or gloves. He left with his half buttoned flannel, his jeans, boots, and anger.
Stefan spoke gently to Sarah as she drank, and still all Bonnie heard was faint and fading echoes because none of the sound made sense. She headed back upstairs, and walked into the room closing the door. She sat on the bed and tried to figure out what was next. Two seconds later the door opened and he was at her feet. He pulled her into his face and they were nose to nose.
"I love you! Do you love me, Bonnie?"
"Of course, I do, but-"
"But nothing. Tell me this, and be honest with me... if you didn't fight him, what would he have done to you?" She looked at him with a questionable face, as if him asking her this question was uncomfortable, and uncalled for. "Sweet Pea, if you didn't fight Kol back, what do you believe he would have done, and please be honest with me?"
"He would've yelled at me."
"That's all I needed to hear. Come down stairs and eat. And have a drink. I'll be back before you know it." He walked her downstairs and kissed her. "You're mine. No one will hurt you. No one."
Then he left.
oOo
Time was flying for Kat. She was tipsy at the Airport in Tacoma, Washington as they sat through a four-hour layover. "So, Master, do you think we can join the mile high club tonight. I mean... after all three planes... it should happen."
"My little pet, you are making things hard on yourself. You're drinking like a fish."
She looked at his nose while he spoke, to keep from getting dizzy. She just looked at it, like it was telling her a story and he knew she was drunk. "I'm fine." She slurred. Elijah grinned. He may as well have some fun with her while he could.
"Come, my pet. Let me help you out." He lifted her and they each had their carry-ons. Only he carried both of theirs. He walked her to the restroom with a family on the picture. The family restroom. He opened it and notice a toilet, sink, changing station, a long counter top, and a rocking chair. He walked her inside and locked the door behind them.
"This..." she slurred, "is a great idea, because I really have to pee." Kat laughed and tripped over her boots. "Holy shit, where'd that step come from."
"By all means my pet. But, why don't you strip your clothes off first. Didn't you say you were hot?"
"I mean I am, but like... I feel really good." She started to dance. "You know the feeling when you just have to move your feet and dance. It's the way I feel right now. I... feel... good."
"You do? That's great. You should. Now, take your clothes off." He said with a serious face. Even though he was angry at her he couldn't help the way she made him feel.
"Fine. What's the rush?"
"No rush, just no wasting time." He slowly took of his jacket and hung it. "Oh, a coat rack. How nice is that. You know I've never been inside of one of these restrooms before. These are far more clean than the others. Now that I know..." he was distracted when he heard her go pee.
"How embarrassing, you are listening to me pee. Plug your ears. Or finish talking. Don't just stand there watching me. Damn."
"I've seen far worse from you. Now. Hurry." After she was done, he helped her finish stripping down. He helped her until all she had on was socks, because bathroom floors were disgusting so he let her keep those on. He sat in the rocking chair. "Come my pet... sit on my face."
"Elijah, seriously?"
"Don't call me that."
"Don't play games with me. We haven't had sex in almost three weeks."
"You are questioning me. This is against the rules."
"Master, baby... people are outside of this door waiting to change their baby's diapers."
"Then I guess you better hurry." She walked towards him slowly and confused by how all of this should work, she stood there staring. "It's simple, get up here, put your legs over my shoulders, and sit."
She was drunk and slightly sloppy but she moved slowly, stepping until he helped her up. Once she sat down, she gripped the rocking chair while he went to work. "Oh fuck. This is... this is amazing. Right there." Kat felt Elijah's tongue caress the outside of her kitty, gently, and his strong hands gripped her firmly, reminding her of how he was in control.
Elijah stopped and looked up at her. "Pet, you've been eating pineapples. You taste so sweet. You like when Master fucks you with his tongue? You like a good tongue fucking by Master?"
"Yes Master, I like it so much. Ahh God. You are the best at that, you know that?
"Who touches you better than me?"
"No one. Oh, no one has ever touched me the way you do. Please fuck me with your mouth." His large hands gripped her backside, and she felt his nails in her skin. She screeched, gripping the wooden chair harder. The chair started to rock, and her drunken mind was all over the place. She closed her eyes and her head fell back slightly. She couldn't handle the dizziness. She focused on his tongue.
He lifted her up. "You're going to be my naughty little slut this week. Do you understand?" She moaned and he gripped her tighter. "Pet, do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Then say it."
"I'm your naughty little slut, master."
"I can't hear you." He commanded.
"I'm your naughty little slut. I belong to you." She lifted her head up and watched him as his tongue went back inside of her. Elijah had a Gene Simmons sized tongue. It stemmed four and a half inches outside of his mouth, so it felt like a dick was inside of her when he licked her pussy. She called it Mr. Cuddles. "There it is... there it is. I love this. You're the best lover, sharing me with Mr. Cuddles, letting him come out to play. Oh, thank you. Thank you so much, this is everything. I love when you dominate me." His tongue extended inside of her and she felt him playing with her. She bit her lip as his tongue curled up and touched her G-spot. "Oh, my God. Elijah... I mean Master. Please, please, may I have permission to cum? His tongue rubbed her insides with fierceness, and he let his lips gently caress the lips of her pussy as his tongue became a dirty, reminder, of why it didn't always take his dick. Why sometimes, she was a victim of the control of his snake like tongue. "Ooh ohhh ohhhh yeah. Oh yeah... right there. Please, may I cum?"
"Beg!"
"Please. Pretty please. Please... I'll do anything, can I cum on your mouth?"
"More."
"Please. Got damnit, can I fucking cum... Master please? Please." She begged.
His tongue moved in heavy circles and she was on the verge, and just as her peak was rounding the corner of her arousal, he pulled his tongue out of her. "Get dressed."
"Noooo, no. Please." Her broken heart shattered, at his tactics to control her.
"The next time, I think you'll reconsider letting another man's tongue touch you, without my permission. We don't make moves without each other Katarina. We've swapped before. We've let people watch. We did it together. You decided that it was okay to cheat. That isn't okay."
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."
"I love you. I love you so much it hurts, and I need to know these things, these doubts before you act out on them. Now, please get dressed. Mr. Cuddles doesn't come back out to play today." He picked up their things and left her to get dressed alone as he went back outside and waited for her.
oOo
It had been hours. Literal... hours. The twins were asleep, except Sabastian who was in his play area right in front of them. He sat there playing, and wearing himself out. But, after his father left, he woke up cranky from his nap, and he seemed to enjoy playing with his plethora of toys. Bonnie and Sarah sat up on the big comfy couches near the Christmas tree. They were getting to know each other. Both in pajamas, with their legs tucked under themselves, and the fireplace and the tree lit. All that kept them awake, was five bottles of Prosecco, and eating the pizza and chocolate dipped fruit.
"Bonnie, how about pizza? You haven't eaten any."
"I don't have much of an appetite. I just want Damon to come back already."
"Is everything okay?" Sarah asked skeptically.
"It is. Well, it's hard to explain. I'm not one who likes my past being a part of my current situation. So, the fact that my past, is forcing itself into my current situation, I'm just, having a hard time allowing Damon to-"
"Try and take it on?" Sarah asked sipping her drink.
"Exactly. I mean... it's my issue. I don't want him involved, because it gets messy and then, I become this victim. I'm not a victim. I don't want him looking at me like that. I don't want anyone looking at me like that."
"Hunny, you're involved with a Salvatore. They won't let you have a past. They want to be your past, present, and future. I say that because, they are consuming. It's a lot to get used to. But, the relationship they had with their mother, forced a lot of this. They have trust issues."
"Really? Why so?" Bonnie asked pouring a glass.
"Well, it affected them each differently. I don't know as much of how it affected Damon. But I can imagine, him not wanting any serious relationships in the past has a lot to do with their mother. Him being alone, was a preference. That's why I know, there's something special about you. With my husband, ex-husband, whatever... he was the opposite. He was consuming. He wanted children right away. He wanted to be married right away. He also wanted to let my ex know that it was over. Even though I told him it was over, he had to re-iterate it. Stefan is the kind of man you love, and he... he lets you have your way with him. He will give you what you want, to make you happy. But he wants everything in return."
"Wow, but... there must have been a downfall, since you two separated." Bonnie stopped herself. "I'm sorry, I'm prying."
"No, no, it's fine. I don't talk much about it, because Stefan and I deal with our issues differently than other couples. We take time apart and date other people."
"Oh... wow. That's, actually not as uncommon as you think. I have friends that are polyamorous."
"Not Stefan and me. Polyamorous relationships are built around multiple partnerships. We take time apart. We've done this twice. Once after the twins, and again recently after Bastian."
"Why do you think it is?"
"I don't know. I think Stefan becomes fearful, because of how he grew up. He lets his fear of parenting take over, and he over works himself and stays away a lot. It becomes hard for him, because he is afraid to do and say the wrong thing to our children. So, he works, until he can't focus on the family and it drives a wedge between us."
"Wow, that's got to be hard on you as a mother."
"It is, because I trust him, but he hardly trusts himself."
"Wow, their mother must've done some damage."
"It's hard to explain. She did and she didn't. I mean, I think maybe she wanted to protect them. But at the same time, she had a lot do with what they were exposed to and the pain it caused."
"I'm the opposite. I had my parents together my whole life. They fought and pretended they didn't. They ignored their own needs, and each other's to keep peace, when really I just watched it build and build as I got older. These two people were bitter for years. I think they are better now, because they have forced themselves a life outside of each other. But it taught me bad habits. For example, to just hold on to pain. Hold on to abuse. Hold on to unhappiness, and then act like things were fine." Bonnie shook her head in disbelief at herself. "I literally, held onto every painful part of my marriage and transformed that energy into work and control. I was a robot. Such a robot, like a step-ford wife." She sighed releasing a long breath. "Then I met Damon, and he woke me up. He breathed life back into me, and he made me feel real again. My once cold blood, now burns hot. The emotions I shut away, that allowed me to block out the pain I was feeling, that I hid from the world, are real. Damon makes me feel things again. I'm so awake now. And we're not your typical couple. But, what we are, works for us. And what we have is so deep, that it becomes poetry, and I never knew love could be poetic. But it is, with Damon. It's meaningful, and hopeful, and natural. It flows, and we connect on another level. And physically... oh, my God, physically it so powerful, that..." Bonnie found Sarah staring in desperation. "I can give everything to him. Because I trust him so much. I've never been able to give everything to anyone." Bonnie slapped her mouth, "Geez I'm so sorry. I get very wrapped up when I think about him."
"No. Don't feel weird. Reminds me of me and Stefan. It's one of those levels that we can always connect on. Which is why we have three kids. I swear if we're in a room together long enough, I'll be pregnant." Bonnie laughed. "I miscarried twice. It was hard, but when we found out about Bastian, and when he went full term, I decided that Stefan was either all in or not at all. So, we split amicably. But we've never been angry at each other. Which is why when we date other people, we can never fully invest in them. Part of us knows, those people are temporary." This reminded Bonnie of how Kat said, Stefan was never as fully invested in Elena as she was in him. It all made sense now.
"What about reconnecting and just making it work? You two make each other happy, don't you?"
"We do. But it's hard when he doesn't trust himself."
"Help to build him up. One thing I learned from being married is, I didn't build my husband up enough. I babied him and allowed him so feel sorry for himself, thinking I was in control, and it turns out, I actually lost control without realizing it."
"Is that why Damon left? Something that happened between you and your husband?"
Bonnie looked at her fiddling fingers and lifted her glass to her lips. "Yes." Bonnie was drunk at his point, "geez I can't believe I'm about to do this." She used her sweater to wipe her makeup from her face. Sarah covered her mouth and was filled with a sympathetic compassion towards Bonnie. She got up and walked towards her, sitting on the couch near her.
"Oh no, Bonnie. I'm so sorry. Sweetie, I hope you understand you don't deserve this. Any man, that can hit a woman with the intent to harm her, out of anger, is no man at all. Sweetie, this is why Damon left, and it was the right thing to let him do. This man sounds like a bully and you shouldn't have to just take that, and keep it to yourself. That's how abusers win. They want to make you feel like you need them, and they try to keep you to where you're afraid to tell anyone. Come here." She pulled Bonnie in for a hug and held her. "Damon's a good man. He's very protective of people he loves. This man messed with the wrong woman, and you deserve better. You didn't deserve this."
oOo
"Oh, my God, it's freezing cold." Kat said as she walked out of the airport in Fairbanks, headed towards their car.
"Aren't you glad you're dressed for the weather?"
"Yes, but the truth is... I'm exhausted. I just want to sleep now."
"Well, we have a two-hour drive to the resort. So, you can sleep along the way." Kat looked at his amusement and rolled her eyes. But she also decided to play along and be nice, because she had no idea how to read him today. As they headed out of the small airport, a black minivan waited for them. Kats body instantly started to shiver and Elijah grabbed her bags. "Stay inside, until I load the luggage. I don't want you getting too frozen." He man-giggled, and she smirked. Elijah rarely did that. But he was in some other worldly place mentally. She knew he was about to swallow her whole this weekend.
After about ten minutes they were on the road. It was dark outside around three in the morning. She looked at the small, very desolate town. This was a huge step for she and Elijah to see what they really had. Their lives had been filled with the distraction of LA, and thins new scenery was different. Dark roads, tons of trees and white everywhere.
"Funny, I always assumed Alaska had igloos and ice floors. This looks just like Barstow, California. Just a small town. And the further they drove the houses began disappearing, the tires and gas stations. It soon turned into this drive through the wilderness. Every few hundred years was a light on the highway highlighting the natural habitat.
"Alaska is a regular place. It's beautiful here."
"Master, you've been here before?"
"I've traveled through, a couple of times. Damon and I had business here."
"What the hell business do you and Damon have an Alaska?" She asked amused.
"Damon's grandfather, had some real estate here, some years ago. He came here a few months a year, worked with the state for money, and he never got rid of the property. It belongs to Damon now. So, Damon comes here twice a year. He has invested in some property, and I recently decided to make investments here as well with his help. It's a gold mine."
"Well, will be staying at your property?"
"No. my properties are being rented. I told you, you and I are staying at a resort."
"So, will we be doing any talking this weekend? I know it's purely up to you, but I'm not opposed to having some conversation about any and everything." She said sweetly.
"Sure, talking is on our list of things to do. But more importantly, this weekend will be a deciding factor of our relationship, or that there I left of it." He was being hard to read. One second saying something sweet and the other, sounding hopelessly over their entire relationship. She tried remembering what Bonnie told her. How he's testing her will. Getting in her head. So, she paid extra careful attention to his words and actions. Her buzz had come and gone and come and gone again. She was physically drained by the long flight, and layovers, mixed with the alcohol and lack of sleep that she realized she needed tenderness this weekend. So, she played the part of the perfect pet... for now.
"My little pet, come, rest your head on your master's lap. It's late, you're exhausted. I'll wake you as we near the resort. Take a deep breath and drift. We still have a couple hours of drive." She reluctantly laid down and he put his hands on her scalp and gently massaged her scalp as she closed her eyes.
"Master?"
"Yes pet."
"Do you still love me?"
"I loved the idea of what we were. I loved who you helped me to be, and I love who you were before you lied. This weekend is about us figuring out if we are capable of loving each other past the physical, and past the charade that is our busy life."
He didn't answer her question exactly. But she took what her gave her and turned it into a positive and a bright side. One thing is for sure, he didn't say no.
oOo
Bonnie and Sarah had opted to go to bed around four am after some serious, heart-felt bonding. Sarah was tipsy, until her crying son sobered her up. Bonnie had heard him crying, she asked once if she needed help with anything an hour ago. But Sarah kindly thanked her letting her know it was okay. Bonnie sat on she and Damon's cabin bed with her legs folded and crossed, as the fire slowly started dying and watching the door of the bedroom waiting for him to open it. The light of the fire was dim, and she sat there in utter listening to heart pound in her chest. She waited for him for hours. Pretty soon the sun would be up.
Finally, after sitting on that bed for almost two hours, it opened very slowly. In walked a careful, stepping Damon hoping not to wake her up. He didn't bother, looking towards the bed in hopes she was sleep. She saw him open and silently shut the door.
Sebastian was still crying. Poor Sarah. Bonnie thought.
Damon 's shirt was unbuttoned and as soon as he shut the door, locking it, she saw him take his shirt off and drop it in a corner. He was now shirtless and headed towards the bathroom. She heard his clothes come off his body. He was being very quiet and careful as he undressed. She heard his boots come off, his jeans, and he started the shower. All she heard was subtle noises. She knew he was attempting to keep from waking her. She sat through twenty minutes of him showering. She peaked through the curtains and saw the dark sky. The horizon lining starts to lighten. She knew the sun would be up in an hour. She held every emotion in and waited as her heart pounded through her chest. It was so quiet she heard herself swallow.
Sebastian finally stopped crying.
Her head was hurting with the thoughts of what happened. She looked at the bathroom waiting for him to come out. These twenty or thirty minutes stretched out so far it felt like an eternity she waited until he finally headed towards her. When he made it to her realizing she'd been awake, he spoke to her.
"Sweet Pea, what are you doing awake?"
"You said you'd be right back... eight hours ago."
He could tell she'd been stressed. He got onto the bed and crawled towards her pulling her into him. They faced one another on the bed, "I'm sorry. There was actually traffic leaving here. There was an accident on the mountain and it took over two hours just to get to the bottom of the mountain. Then it took me no time to get to LA. I got there in an hour."
"Damon, that's a two and a half hour drive to LA"
"I know. I wasted time sitting in traffic. I needed to get there and get back to you. And we needed to get Sabastian his teddy bear."
"No wonder he stopped crying."
They sat in silence while he looked at her and wiped drying tears. "Why... were you crying?"
"I was worried. I didn't know what you were doing. Leaving me here and going there. I wanted to leave. I've been sitting here, waiting for you to come back because I had no idea what to think."
He grabbed her by her arms, "Don't think anything. I left here and dealt with the situation. Look at me." He gently grabbed her face. "I know you're not used to this. Neither am I. But I only do what comes a hundred percent natural when it comes to you. I react on basic instincts, not heavy consideration. You're are mine, do you understand me? As possessive and Neanderthal as it sounds that is how I feel when it comes to you. The day we established that you were mine, was the day that I became responsible for protecting you." Her tears started falling again.
"Damon, I don't want you getting involved. This is why I told you months ago, we couldn't do this. That I had a husband and was incapable of giving you what you deserve... I don't like bringing my past into things. I can't fully be present, with you until he's dealt with, and we are divorced."
"No, no, that's not how this works Sweet pea. Man, meets woman, man falls in love, man professes love, man proves to woman he is capable of loving her, and man does what he is supposed to do to make woman happy. Man, protects her and doesn't let anyone hurt her. It's very basic, as I said, but I'm a primal man. You are mine, Bonnie, and I am yours. You're married to him... yes. But that is a fucking technicality. And if your lawyers can't handle it quickly, mine will. But no one, and I mean no one will hurt you again."
...
"Where is Kol? I need to talk to him."
"He's not here. I haven't seen him in two days. Everything alright, brother?"
"It will be as soon as I find him." At this point Damon didn't care who knew about he and Bonnie.
Damon leaves Nik's house headed towards Bonnie's. He sees that her lights are on, and gets ready to walk up to the house leaving Stefan in the car, and telling him to go get go his son's teddy bear and he'd be ready to go by the time he got back.
"It'll take me over an hour to leave and come back."
"Yup. I'll be fine." Stefan understood and left his brother to handle his business. Damon, walks up and casually, rings the door bell, like it's the normal thing to do.
...
"Bonnie do you get it yet? I'm new at this, loving a woman. But when it comes to you I can't half-ass my feelings, or desires. As much as I desire you, and want to make you cum, and scream my name, I also want to love you, and protect you and make you happy, giving you everything. This isn't just sex for me. This is the real deal. This is me and you against the world shit. Can't you tell, I'm even cursing?" He smiled, making her smile. "Bonnie, I love you. I can't fake the way I feel about you. For months I hurt my brain, trying to convince myself, that I should walk away from you. I thought, there's no way I can be in love with a married woman. It goes against everything I stand for. And I didn't think a woman like you could ever take a man like me serious."
Their bodies were so close. He pulled her legs over his and scooted her all the way into him.
"Damon, a man like you? What about a man like you can't be taken seriously?"
"Imagine the man you met. Pretending to be someone, to help your husband get through to you. A man who was... I can't actually say it out loud. A man who let women pay me to dominate them. A man who didn't take relationships seriously. A man who took part in the situation that hurt you and ended your marriage."
"My marriage was over before that. That situation just woke me up to it. When I met you, I had a wrong impression of you. I saw the shell. But once it cracked, Damon you've been very... addicting."
"Addicting?"
...
"Funny, finding you here... addict."
"Why are you at my home?"
"Your home? That's funny. We need to talk. Man to Man."
...
"Yes. But I suppose you did that to me on purpose. Got in my head, and made me want you." She said.
"When did you realize, you wanted me Bonnie? Be honest."
"The third time we encountered each other."
"Card night at my house on the hills?" He smirked.
"Card night, yes. I wanted to hate everything about you. I wanted to despise you. Well, I think I did. But the fact that I despised you and you just... you woke something inside of me that night when you cornered me in the bathroom." She smiled looking embarrassed and rolled her eyes playfully. "After all, I took the offer to help you with your renovation."
"That's very true. And the moment I had you in my home," he stopped, "look at me, I wanted to rip your clothes off. I wanted to make you beg for mercy. I wanted to force fuck you into submission, and take you from your husband that day."
It didn't matter how much they'd gotten acquainted, whenever he spoke like his dominant self, it did something to her. He had a way of making her submit to him mentally when he spoke to her this way. She loved feeling his control, because she could take a step back and know, he'd take care of her.
"But you never tried to have sex with me, and I love that, because in my mind, sex was... it was a painful memory of why I couldn't trust my husband or have a child. My association with sex, was negative. And slowly, you lit this fire inside of me. Causing me to have this addiction to you."
"Is your addiction to me as strong as my craving for you?" He asked touching his finger to her lip, dragging it downward slowly. Then she took his finger into her mouth and sucked it. Forcing him to bite down on his own lip.
...
Kol, stood before Damon smirking. "Am I supposed to be afraid of you? Because if that's what your trying to do, then-"
THWAP!
Damon cuts him off with a right hook to his jaw. When Kol stumbled backwards, Damon charged him at Bonnie's doorway, and before Kol knew what was happening, Damon was beating his ass in the house he shared with his wife.
When Kol caught his breath, Damon yanked him by the fabric of his shirt looking him in his face and telling him, "What kind of man does what you've done to your wife? You snuck up on her and attacked her, like a fucking coward!"
THWAP!
He connected his fist a few more times before Kol's long limbs could give Damon a large push backwards. Kol quickly got to his feet, as did Damon, and when Kol charged for Damon, Damon used Kol's momentum against him and grabbed him slamming his back into the floor, which winded Kol completely. His body was back on top of Kol's. "Let's get a couple things straight. 1. Don't ever come near Bonnie again. I'm the new man in her life, and she's not dealing with you alone anymore. 2. Sign those divorce papers. She is DONE with you. You hear me, she doesn't want anything to do with you, ever again. And 3. You put your up hands on her, and I can't have that.
...
Damon reached into her face with his own, and his tongue gently licked her bottom lip. Repeatedly, like she was a bowl of milk and he was a kitten. He was incredibly gentle. He licked her up several times, and then connected them by mouth. Her hands held his face and he slowly bent his knees underneath him, climbing over her, pushing her body backwards. He deepened his kiss before pulling up and looking her in the eyes. "I love you, Bonnie. I need you to understand, that. He doesn't exist in our world anymore."
Small peaks of the sun shun through small opening in the curtain. She saw his eyes was cut, and a little bruised. Purple underneath it. It made his eyes look bluer, she rubbed his bruise gently then looked into his eyes. "Your eyes are so blue." Her fingers lingered over his purple bruise, sympathetically. The sun hit his face again. "Oh no. Your lip?" Her face looked worried when she looked at his busted lip.
"It's nothing." He smiled at her, allowing his eyes to never leave her eyes. "Take your panties off Bonnie."
Bonnie cautiously did what her Maestro told her to, without disturbing their positioning. She felt his length through his pants. He didn't remove his pants at first. He just let her anticipate him.
...
Kol head butted Damon, forcing him off Kol. Damon held his nose, checking for blood, but the impact wasn't hard enough. Kol held out his arms as if he had to speak, and Damon gave him a few feet of distance.
"Your fucking my wife." Kol said calmly. "Literally, fucking the woman I thought was perfect. The woman I held on a pedestal."
"She's still on a pedestal... just not yours." Damon smirked.
"Is that a dick joke?"
He laughed. "No, it wasn't. But, I don't have to joke about how my dick is definitely bigger than yours."
"Fuck you Damon. You think it'll last, you and her? A man like you?"
"It usually does last... all night, as a matter-of-fact." All of Damon's innuendo was getting under Kol's skin. Intentionally.
"You know, I can't believe how stupid I was to trust you. For a year. With all my secrets, and insecurities."
"Apparently, you've neglected to mention some very pertinent details, that I've come to discover on my own, you pathetic piece of shit." Damon looked at Kol and his face became angry.
Kol began acting like a guilty man caught in a lie. "Listen, Damon, I don't know what you think you know... or what lies she told you-"
Damon grabbed Kol by his neck at this point and interrupted him, "Are you calling her a liar?"
"Whatever you think you know...it's a lie!"
SMACK!
Damon's hand across Kol's face pinning him against the wall by his neck.
"She accepted me as I was. She didn't care about my faults. Until you came along. Playing fucking mind games with her. That's what you've done. You know it. Does she know how you play with her head? Does she know what your day job is?"
"Fuck you. Don't put yours and my relationship into what I have with her." Damon scolded.
"She loves when I take control... didn't you know? She loves when I dominate her." Kol said. "Why do you think she allows you to think you have a chance? The look in her eyes is always priceless whenever I get to take control." Kol purposely being vile to push Damon's buttons.
Damon started to strangle Kol, where he stood. Watching Kol choke on his spit.
...
His hand lingered around Bonnie's neck gently. Just feeling the delicate nature of her skin. "I was worried about you." She looked at his face while his body gently hovered over hers. "I don't want you getting into trouble for me. He's-"
"He's nobody." He pulled her pajama top off. "It's morning." He smiled at her.
"It is, isn't it?" She smiled. "Merry Christmas!"
Damon looked down at her breast, "It's very merry." He pressed his chest against hers. "The feel of your breast against me, is one of my favorite things." He let his lips find her neck, as the contrast of his hard chest pressed he softness of her breast. He kissed her gently a few times and peeled his mouth off of her when he heard her begin to speak.
"Do you know what a soulmate is, Damon?"
"I think so." He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her like she was a delicate flower. She spoke into his kiss.
"Two people, (kiss) that are connected soulfully, (kiss) with whom, are incomplete, (kiss) without each other." He paused, his kisses.
"Oh, then I am very familiar." He smiles while her arms wrap around his neck. "We connect, in every way, and without you, I'm not complete. You fulfill me, mentally, spiritually, emotionally and physically." He bit her lip, and bit it again. "Speaking of physically, I want you to slowly, pull my pants off."
Bonnie moved her hands from around his neck and slid them down his body slowly. As she did, she began to talk. "Are you calling me your soulmate?" Her hand reached the hump of his backside at the cusp of his waist and her slender fingers gently glide into the lining of his pants and gradually push them over the hump. She allows her hands to fully glide along his skin and feel his heat. His body temperature rises in no time thanks to her. The way she took her time sliding his pants off, he could savor the taste of her mouth as he drew her into a kiss before answering her.
"It's pretty self-evident." He whispered, and continued kissing her as she removed his pants slowly.
They were tender, as they touched. His chest pressed against her bare chest, allowing him to feel her breathing against him. He pulled his mouth off hers again, enjoying the game they were playing. Feeling her breathing, he looked at her and smiled, and simultaneously, they began taking ten deep breaths together. They always did this before they made love, it helped them to connect mentally, and get lost in their world, shutting out the commotion of the outside world. His stomach, is now touching her. His torso pressed against her gently. Even if she liked him, rough, she appreciated his gentleness, like it was a gift.
Once his pants pushed passed his erection she swallowed hard. He watched her face when his cock smacked her kitty, ready to invade her territory. Her lip sank into her teeth and he shoved his knees between her legs one at a time, opening her up. He pushed his pelvis into her, making her moan. "Ooooh."
"The things you do to me." He maneuvered himself hands-free to her entrance, and started pushing himself inside of her. The look in her eyes as the head of him made its way inside of her, was almost indescribable.
...
"The look in her eyes, when I fuck her!" Kol spit out. His words angered Damon, forcing him to choke him into submission. He didn't want to put Bonnie out there, but all Kol's snide comments were getting to him and he wanted to shut him up as quick as possible.
"The look in her eyes? Is that what you said to me? Oh, you mean the one that tells me, she's never felt such pleasure. The one where the moment I'm about to penetrate her and she swallows hard, because she's never been so hungry for it. Or do you mean the look where she begs me to fuck her harder, or to cum inside of her. Are those the looks Kol? What about the look where she cries, because I'm so fuckin' deep inside of her, she tells me she can feel me in her stomach? Are those the looks Kol? Huh?" He yelled. "Because those are the looks I'm familiar with. When she submits to me, and tells me she loves me... those are the looks I get. Is that what you meant?" Then he smirked, "The look I know you're not familiar with... the look she gives when she cums. I make her cum, not once, not twice, not three times, but over and over, when I fuck her, and she screams my name. God... the feeling of Bonnie Bennett, screaming my name... come to think of it, there's not another man in the world who knows that feeling, making Bonnie Bennett cum." Damon pressed and pressed Kol's buttons until they were broken.
Kol was enraged, and he grabbed the nearest object and smacked it into the side of Damon's face. It was a drinking glass, and he broke it on Damon's temple splitting the skin over his brow bone. Damon let go of him, trying to stop his eye from bleeding, but it bled all over his shirt. Kol grabbed broken glass stabbing Damon with it in his back. Damon cringed feeling glass stuck in his back. It was dug deeply, and he instantly felt sharp pain. Shoot throughout his back.
...
"Put it in, please. I'm yours Damon. Have your way with me."
"Who do you belong to?"
"You."
"Who do you love?"
"You." She moaned.
"Who else can touch your body?"
"No one."
"Is your pussy ready for my cock?"
"Mmmm. So ready." Then she surprised him and spoke French for him. "Maîtriser. Prendre mon corps avec le vôtre et me dominer." His face tensed, in a good way. And he surprised her back speaking in Italian.
"Ooh, cattiva Bambina. Maestro vi fará sentire bene, fino a quando piangi ora. Dammi che figa." He felt her soak him on the spot. "Dio mio." He smiled at her excitement.
...
When Damon finally pulled the glass out of his back, he tripped Kol, and jumped on top of his back. He squeezed Kol's mouth open by way of his jaw and shoved pieces of broken glass inside and forced his mouth closed, gripping his hands tight from behind his head over Kol's mouth and nose, keeping him from breathing, making Kol almost choke on broken glass. Kol gripped the broken parts with his teeth to keep from choking on it. When he bit down on the glass, it dug into both his tongue and cheeks cutting him badly. As the inside of his mouth was being destroyed by broken glass, Kol fought, Damon's strength, which was probably magnified to the magnitude of Damon's anger towards him. Kol was near black out as he couldn't breathe.
Damon grit his jaws holding Kol's mouth shut with extreme force. He squeezed his palms over Kol's mouth and nose until he almost asphyxiated on his own blood. Kol tried fighting back, but Damon was cutting of his circulation as he kept him from breathing. When he finally let, him spit it out... Kol's eyes were filled with tears, and he turned over and bluntly coughed up broken glass and blood mixed with saliva. Kol could barely move he almost went unconscious.
Damon stood up and grabbed one of Bonnie kitchen towels and took a few minutes to clean his own face and hands. He could barely see because of the split in his brow. When he turned around Kol caught him off guard with a hit to the face and jaw. Damon stumbled back two steps, and laughed. Kol was still choking on pieces of glass. When Damon pushed his way towards Kol he slammed him against the refrigerator.
"I could kill you. I should fuckin' kill you. But you're my best friend's worthless piece of shit brother." Damon fought himself mentally. "But on second thought, I fucking love her, and I'd do it for her." Kol's eyes widen in surprised. The gall of Damon to tell Kol he loves his wife.
"Fucking slut." Kol choked out and instantly felt the pain of the cuts in his mouth.
"What did you just call her?"
...
His body figured out early on how to control hers. Once he was comfortably inside of her, forcing her to accommodate him, he knew it took time for her adjust to his body. Not because she couldn't, because the two of them loved how sex began between them. It's intense and passionate.
The gentle press of his torso against her as his thighs slid underneath hers, was all the queue she needed to wrap her legs around his waist. Her bosom pressed against his hard pectoral, and all he wanted was to feel the fat of her breast squished between them. She moaned again, "Mmmm," feeling his control. "God."
"Not God, but the next best thing Sweet pea." He smiled. "Your guardian angel." Their mouths collided as she gripped him with her nails, squeezing his back. Her hands held onto him like he was the rope to her lifeline. Then she found a large gash on his back with her hands.
"Oh God... Damon, this is deep!"
"You love it deep baby." He looked her in her face giving her his long stroke.
"No, your cut. Damon, it should get stitched. Let me see it." She looked at her fingers seeing his blood, still appearing fresh. "Oh, my God, Damon. You're bleeding." He pushed into her to shut her up. "Mmm. You can't just-" again, only this time he pushed harder, watching her face, "Mmmm." He motioned inside of her and kept his momentum, but with her hands still on his cut, he moved her hands from his back to the bed.
"I love the feeling of being inside of you, while your flesh is pressed against mine. I could do this every day for the rest of my life."
...
When Damon lifted his fist, and drove it back into Kol's ribcage, for the tenth time, in the same spot, he'd felt another bone break.
"Get... off!" Kol breathed, feeling himself about to black out. "I can't fucking breath. You hit my kidney." Blood spilled from Kol's mouth, and Damon knew he'd be shitting blood for a week.
...
Damon dug his manhood into Bonnie, until she cried. He kept his promise. "Cum baby. Let me feel your body shake." Their sex was so fucking mind blowing, that sometimes her orgasms made her cry. He reached parts of her mind no other human being ever had. He figured her out mentally, and because of it, their physical connection was untouchable. He came with her, and held her body until it calmed down. Then he proceeded to pamper her body for a while as she had casual conversation with him, looking out into the snow.
...
A couple of hours later, Damon and Bonnie had just showered and were brushing their teeth. She stood behind him observing his back. She walked beside him to spit her toothpaste out and then mouth washed. Once she finished she went back to his back and felt how tender it was. "We are going to the hospital. I'm not letting you get an infection."
"No, I'm not. I'll have my brother clean it, and patch it up. I'm fine Bonnie."
"Damon, you have a deep cut in your back the side of my hand. And I think I see small pieces of glass in it."
"And. It's a flesh wound. None of my internal organs were damaged." He smirked
"It's not funny."
"It is, because that cut, pales in comparison to-"
She looked at him and he hesitated to speak. "To what?" She looked concerned.
To the other guy. He thought.
"Nothing. Listen, it's Christmas Day. We are going to eat this late breakfast, since Stefan and I got in late, we will open gifts and then we are all going sledding."
She touched over his cuts and apologized. "I'm sorry for not telling you before we left LA."
"No sweat. It's done."
"I just hate that he hurt you."
"I'm fine, I promise."
"To think that everything I worked hard for, will be gone, if he doesn't come to his senses."
"Bonnie, trust me, you'll be fine. Everything you could possibly want or need, you'll have. I promise." He pulled out a silly hat that had a mistletoe on it and put it on his head, then pulled her in for a kiss. "This guarantees me a kiss all day."
She smiled. "You've earned kisses for the rest of your life."
What a thought, the rest of his life. Interesting concept.
"Shut up and give me some sugar." He sat her in the bathroom counter and made out with her like a teenaged boy.
...
After Damon blackened both of Kol's eyes, broke his nose, and a couple ribs, he left him on Bonnie's kitchen floor. "Be outta here before the new year. As for Bonnie, don't worry about her, she'll be taken care of."
Damon left Kol a broken and bruised version of himself on Bonnie's kitchen floor. "The reason you are walking away, alive right now… is because I fucking love her, and if I killed you, I'd have to see the look in her eyes, and she would never forgive me. So, I won't kill, you, because Bonnie wouldn't want me to, and since I love her more than you ever did, you get to walk away from this. But mark my words, if you touch her again, come near her, or look at her wrong, I won't hesitate to end your life."
oOo
Everyone was downstairs helping each other clean up after breakfast. They were ready to hit the snow hills and getting things together to head out.
"Whelp, I guess Lily changed her mind." Stefan said as they loaded up the trucks.
"You guys said there was traffic last night. Maybe she's stuck. Think happy thoughts." Sarah said. Damon rolled his eyes.
"You know damn well she filled with broken promises. Who cares, anyone that matters to me is here." Damon said walking out of the room.
"When are we going to open presents?" Seth whined.
"When your grandmother is here. Now, quit whining." Stefan said. "I'm serious, Christmas isn't about presents."
"Man... you guys always say that."
"Excuse me! Do not talk to your father that way, young man. Am I clear?" Sarah said.
"Yes ma'am."
Sarah looked at Stefan and smile, "See I've got your back."
"Thanks, babe." He smiled and kissed her cheek.
"Thanks for bringing his teddy bear back last night."
"You're welcome babe. Is that all I get a thank you for, from last night?"
"You mean, this morning?"
"I mean, last night, this morning, later today...?" He laughed.
She shook her head at him in a flirty manner. "Stefan Salvatore... you are..." she couldn't formulate the words. "Hmm. We'll see." She smiled. Coming off having a good morning, similar to Bonnie and Damon's. Damon walked back into the front room.
"Okay, if you are all ready to load your truck up, I will go get Bonnie, so we can get in my truck and follow you guys there."
"Alright." Stefan said, loading his family as a large black town car pulled into the driveway. Damon walked in and hollered for Bonnie who was making sure she had everything she needed.
"Sweet pea, come on let's go." She walked towards him smiling.
"Okay. I'm ready. Just had to make sure my face was okay. I don't want my bruise to show."
"You're beautiful." He kissed her, then pulled her towards the door. "Let's go." She followed him until they were stopped at the door.
"Stefan, what is it?"
"She's here Damon." Damon was in shock. He hadn't seen his mother in twenty years.
"What? Bullshit!"
"No, Damon, she's outside, and she's riding with you. You have more space."
"Who's here?" Bonnie asked.
"Lily."
"Who's Lily?" She asked, and Stefan laughed.
"You really didn't tell her, did you?"
"Why would I tell her about an imaginary person?"
"Excuse me, guys who's Lily?" She chimed in again. "Stefan, Damon?"
Damon's jaws were ticking. He couldn't speak so Stefan spoke for him. "She's our mother, Bonnie."
"Mother? I thought your mother passed away?"
Stefan couldn't contain the laughter. "Really Damon? Got damn. You crazy son of a bitch."
"I am crazy. And the son of a bitch. Hmm! Those words never rang truer."
"Somebody, please tell me what's going on? Damon?" Bonnie asked confused... Then they were all interrupted.
"Hello boys. I've missed you so." A woman with ivory skin, blue eyes, and black hair, bearing a strong resemblance to Damon was looking at them.
Both men caught in literal shock.
"Mom..." Stefan said.
"Oh, baby boy." She reached for a hug, and Stefan obliged, by giving her a coarse, yet gentle hug. When she looked towards Damon, Damon grabbed Bonnie by the hand and walked passed her, pulling Bonnie aggressively to the truck.
"Damon, what fuck is going on?" He looked at her.
"Language Sweet pea."
"Sorry, what's going on? Why did you lie to me about your mother? And why didn't you hug her?"
"I didn't lie, my mother died to me over twenty years ago. That woman back there is nobody." He walks her to her side of the truck and helps her inside before closing the door, then he walks around to his side, gets in, starts his all black Denali and waits. Stefan walked Lily back to her town car, and inside of it before he got back in his truck, and lead the way.
Bonnie looked at Damon as he drove behind Stefan and his jaw never released its clutch on itself. She had no idea what to say. So she grabbed his hand and held it in her own. "You want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Okay." She held his hand and she felt him grip her hand firmly. He was fairly angry, but more than that she saw his eyes water as he drove towards the snow hills. He cleared his throat and she rubbed his hand with her thumb. "I'm here for you. I love you." Her words kept his tears from falling.
He looked at her face and smiled. "God, I'm so happy you're here sweet pea. I love you so much." She smiled at him, and watched him closely the rest of the day. She'd never seen Damon Salvatore shaken or thrown off his game.
What was she in for?
Bonnie's back story and Damon's back story came out a little the forty-eight hours they spent together. We know why Bonnie is the way she is. Now we will see why Damon is. Also, my introduction of Starah (Stefan and Sarah) was for their permanence in the story now. Along with Kalijah. Ooh btw Elijah did Kat dirty. ;) Damon handled Kol, but Will it be enough to keep him at bay or set him off?
Hope you enjoyed the Chap. Thanks for reading and supporting! Happy New Year!
Translation. Pardon language errors.
French
Maîtriser. Prendre mon corps avec le vôtre et me dominer.
Master. Take my body with yours and dominate me.
Italian
Ooh, cattiva Bambina. Maestro vi fará sentire bene, fino a quando piangi ora. Dammi Che figa.
Did mio.
Ooh naughty little girl. Master will make you feel good until you cry now. Give me that pussy.
Oh my God.