Black Velvet
Chapter 17 - Coldgasm (Kitchen B*tch!)
R-M (Explicit)
All I'm going to say is, sorry for the late update. I still love you guys! I had to decide if I liked this ending, because I sat on it for literal weeks. But I decided to take a chance on it. So, you will understand it when you read it. Lol. Also, if this story offends you, don't read it! Thanks. Thank you to all of the supporters. Ya'll are awesome.
Please enjoy this update!
Bonnie sat around the large Christmas tree, with Damon and his family after their day in the snow. Damon had been acting somewhat off-standing since his mother made an appearance. He would glance at Bonnie periodically and smile, but he became a cold version of himself as his mother's presence was strongly felt. She sat with Sarah and the kids around the tree, as they opened gifts. Damon stood near a large window looking out of it, and Stefan sat near Lily as she maintained her pleasant demeanor.
Damon was drinking his second glass of bourbon. "So, Bonnie... what is it, you do?" Lily asked. Damon looked to Bonnie and shook his head, hoping she wouldn't speak. Bonnie was confused, it answered her.
"I'm in a partnership with my best friend. We run a Review business."
"Wow. Interesting. Is that something new?" Lily asked.
"New?"
"Yes. I Review business. Is this some trendy thing?"
"Oh, no. We actually started reviewing businesses back in college over a blog. It became widely popular in the area because we were generating revenue for small businesses. We were eventually approached to expand. From there we've grown and become reasonably successful."
Lily smirked. "Okay, great. So, I don't need to worry that your after my son's money?" She said jokingly. Bonnie froze in shock and Damon, snapped.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Wait, wait, hold on. Damon, relax." Stefan said. "Lily what the hell is wrong with you?" Stefan stood to block Damon.
"Seriously. I was joking." She said and looked to Bonnie who was still taken aback. "Come now, you can't possibly... I was just trying to get Damon to talk. He hasn't said a word to me."
Damon was angered and he walked away to avoid conflict. Bonnie couldn't help but to think he was sexy when he was mad, but this wasn't the context in which she wanted to see his anger. He took to the third floor of the cabin and went to his and Bonnie's room. Bonnie, shocked, got up to walk after him, and Lily stopped her. "Bonnie, this seems to be your gift here. You should open it. I'm sure he'll be fine." Lily said.
"Bonnie, I'll go check on him. Open your gift." Stefan smiled. A few minutes later, Damon had on his jacket and walked out, followed by Stefan, Stefan raised his hand, towards Sarah signifying they'd be back., and they left in Damon's truck. Bonnie sat back down and frowned somewhat. She had no idea how to take Lily. So, she got right to it, after the brothers disappeared.
"Whats the deal, with you guys?" Lily looked at Bonnie shocked. "I mean, I don't mean to sound rude, but it's Christmas and I can't handle the tension. Why are you estranged from your sons?"
"Well, you don't waste any time, do you?"
"I don't believe in wasting time. Not anymore. I've wasted ten years of my life on concerns I was too afraid to approach head on. Damon is important to me, and I just want to understand him."
oOo Bonnie oOo
That woman looked at the me and my boldness and lifted one side of her mouth to smirk, like Damon. I didn't like the way she did it, but I also have no issues with this woman whom I know nothing about. If anything, I see this as a perfect opportunity to understand him, maybe get some answers. Damon is unlike any man I've ever met, and when I think about him. I think about, my future. No matter how long term or temporary. With that being said, understanding him is a part of accepting and loving him.
"I commend you for your willingness to understand, but honey, I don't think you wanna know about why he is the way he is."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean you have to be willing to love a man, through his insecurities, and his pain. Are you deep enough into your relationship for that?"
She and Bonnie sat there quietly for a few seconds while Sarah looked on questionably. "Yes." Bonnie said.
oOo
Kat sat bored out of her mind on the electronic free room. Elijah casually sat, reading a book. She rolled her eyes. "You know, this is insane. What do you want from me?" He looked up at her amused. He shook his head and then dabbed his index finger with his tongue to turn the page. "Master, what are you reading?" She softened her tone.
"A Lesson in Submissive, Behaviors."
"You're reading about submission?"
"Indeed. It's interesting. According to this, some submissives, who begin questioning the role of their dominant counterpart, are submissives, who are possibly considering the act of dominance. The act of dominating. Do you find this as interesting as I do?"
"It's interesting to hear. Me, myself, I am not interested in domination."
"Maybe you are, and do not realize it." He closed his book, sitting it down, and standing up. "Would you like to dominate me?"
"No."
Elijah made no question about his role in their relationship. He was her dominant. He was her Master. He was in charge of their sexual acts, and general behavior in group settings. He didn't try to control Kat's independence, career, finances, and life. He simply wanted to control their relationship most of the time, but unlike Damon, Elijah was more willing to experiment with his dominance. "Stand up, my pet."
Kat stood up before him. "I'm standing, Master."
"Now, take all of your clothes off."
She slowly stripped her clothing, until she was bare bodied. Her tall, petite frame was really a gift, he thought. He watched her, as she stood before him. He took several steps back and sat back down. His eyes forced upon her body like a predator. She's been naked before in his presence, but there was something different this time. This time she was unsure of his mind frame, and every glance, felt like judgement. Every blink felt like disappointment. Every second he didn't speak felt like abandonment. She was broken down slightly and insecure.
She fiddled with her fingers nervously and bit at her bottom lip. "Turn around." She spun slowly, and stood back facing him. "Turn back to me." She slowly turned to him. "Now, talk to me. Tell me what it felt like to kiss other men."
"Master, this is, awful, don't do this."
"My pet. This is a game. Every game is a lesson learned. Now speak."
Kat swallowed every ounce of confidence she had inside of her. Who was this mad man, Elijah? "Um, it was different. It wasn't you."
"How so?"
"I mean, they didn't kiss the same. It was detached."
"Explain." He looked at her stern and harshly. He kept his eyes on her making her more nervous.
"Well, I was just trying to see what it meant to be with another person, that wasn't you. I thought, that I'd for sure, screw things up anyways. So why not sabotage it, before you did something fucked up."
"This is, very good Intel. However, you are not answering my question. What did it feel like to kiss those other men?"
"What do you mean, I have no idea how to answer that."
"Did it feel exciting? Or awful. It's simple. Answer the question."
"It felt like a rush. I felt like I was doing what I wanted." She spoke angrily at him.
"And that is what makes you happy? Having your way?"
"It didn't feel the way I hoped. Sure, it was freeing, for two whole seconds. Sure, it was me saying when and how I'd kiss those men. But if I am being honest, it also felt rushed and detached. As I said. The connection wasn't there, so it didn't matter if I controlled it. I hated it." He stood up once more and walked to her. Slowly, she became nervous, as his steps were quiet.
"Tell me more."
"I hated feeling the cheapness of the thrill, and the meaninglessness behind it."
"Keep talking." He demanded.
"It was dirty, and disgusting."
"Yeah, and what did it do to you?"
"Made me feel dirty." She said.
"Like a dirty little girl?"
"Yes. Like a filthy, dirty, rotten, girl." She said. At this point he was so close to her he could bath in her nervousness. He got down on his knees and places his face at her entrance. Kat was nervous and a little emotional. Anytime she'd cheated on a man in the past, or been cheated on, they never discussed it. They either moved on or broke up. Typically, the latter. She felt his emotions, and it made her feel awful for having cheated on him. He was the first man, she felt bad for hurting.
"You dirty, rotten, girl, would you like Mr. Cuddles to come out and play?"
"What?" She asked confused. He was so angry for weeks and now he was asking her, if she wanted Mr. Cuddles to play. Kat almost cried she was so nervous.
He stuck out his four-and-a-half-inch tongue, and tickled her pussy with it, and asked again. "Would you like for Mr. Cuddles, to punish you?"
"Is this a trick question-"
SMACK
He hit her ass. "Yes. I want Mr. Cuddles to punish me! Please?"
He looked up at her and spoke low and stern. "Then open up. And as I proceed to punish you. Do not move. Do not flinch. And do not say a word. The only word you're allowed to say is you, your word. Pumpkin. Understand."
"Yes."
When the rough hands of a man grip the soft skin of a woman's thigh, the contradiction of the touch, increases the eroticism of the act. His fingers gently squeezed her thighs while he buried his tongue inside of her. Her lip sank into her teeth and she let her head fall backwards so as to keep her mind focused on only what she felt, and not what she saw. Because if Kat had to look at his tongue while it lapped her, she would probably squirt into his mouth.
Elijah, slowly moved his hands from her thighs to her hands, gripping her firmly in place. And he tortured her for nearly twenty minutes.
"What do you need to say to your Master?"
"I'm sorry."
"What, I cannot hear you?"
"I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive me, for touching another man."
Once he dipped inside of her massaging her g-spot with his fingers, she peaked and then all her muscles relaxed into his body. He lays her on the bed, and covers her with a thick blanket.
"My pet, I have some thoughts about our current arrangement. I know, it's a lot to think about, but we need to focus on what it means to please each other. Okay. Not just sexually. Because what I just did, to you, it wasn't sexual for me. It was sexual for you, not for me. For me, it was dominance. For me, it was answers. For me it was validation. What I just got from that experience, was getting you to admit the truth. You see, as a man I need validation, that my partner is satisfied by me. I need validation, that I am enough. I still do not know if I have that from you, because you are one who communicates, mainly through sex. Which is why you kissed those men. It was your way of communicating that you were afraid. Rather than just speaking to me. You see, my dear, I communicated with you the best way you know how to communicate, in order to get the answers I needed to validate me emotionally."
Kat lay there quietly, and just listened, allowing Elijah the opportunity to be heard. She didn't speak, she just listened. She felt exactly what he meant, inside of her, and she hurt for what she did.
"Just something to think about." He put on a large heavy coat, and some boots and walked out into the negative forty-degree weather. She lay there, silently, thinking heavily about what he said.
oOo
"Why don't you kids go ahead and get washed up for dinner. I'm going to get it started." Sarah said mildly. "I'll excuse you two."
"No. Sarah, sit. You should probably hear this too." Sarah sat down. "Sarah, I maybe need to spend a day with my grandkids. Tomorrow. I think it would be perfect to take them to breakfast, and to the bunny hills. Its not a long walk."
"No, Lily, it's not a good idea. You probably should stay-"
"Sarah, please don't sentence me to death. I have cancer. I'm still here. I just want to do the things I can. Life is too short. Actually, I'd love to take them ice skating. You can see the rink from the second and third floor balconies."
Sarah cleared her throat. "I will certainly speak to Stefan about it."
"Good. Now, I suppose I should start from the point in time which things changed. I should say first, that I raised my boys for the beginning of their lives. We were very close. I have always loved them more than anything. But their father and I had a tumultuous relationship. He was a womanizer. He wasn't embarrassed of his accolades either. However, the women he dated were also women I approved of." She waited for their reactions, because what she'd just said was dysfunctional in many ways.
"What?" Sarah asked.
"You two had an open relationship?"
"No. We entered a marriage out of circumstance. We didn't love each other, but we were forced into this marriage. It worked for our families. I don't want to get into why, but just know it was a loveless marriage. I pretended to be happy for as long as I could. I was the consummate wife, and perfect mother. Until Damon was in his teens. I gave my boys all that I could for as long as I could, and then one day, I left. I left and I didn't say good bye. I couldn't, because I stayed for my boys in the first place. But, once I felt they were strong enough, I left. Actually, once I felt Damon was strong enough to look after himself and his brother, I left for good. I never turned around."
Bonnie and Sarah both sat there in utter shock. "Nothing? You said nothing? You didn't call? Birthdays, holidays, nothing?"
"I know what you're thinking. What an awful mother. And I am awful, for what I've done. But as their mother, I got to a point where I had no idea who or what I was anymore. I couldn't sympathize with the thought of depression. I just had to start over. I was born into a family where my mother and father had me for the purpose of servitude. I was basically born to make them money. Born to be married off to a very wealthy family, for a price. All I was really meant to do, was give this man children. But he wasn't he man I loved. When I had the option, I ran."
"But, you do understand you were responsible for two boys, who became young men. Who grew up to be men. My husband is afraid to be a father, because of this. He thinks he's going to screw up everyday, so he panics." An emotional Sarah gave an outburst.
Lily looked to Sarah. "I had no idea. I'm terribly sorry. I waited too long in my life to be selfish, I know. But if I didn't go when I did, I would've been no one to myself. You have no idea, what it means to look in the mirror, and not recognize yourself. To hate what you see and who you've become. Or to wonder, what you've become. I couldn't make decisions for myself, ever. I didn't feel like a person. I didn't feel real. I felt like a robot and I couldn't even think for myself. I woke up everyday, with not a singular thought in my head, rather hundreds of thousands of none silenced words that made no sense." Lily began to cry. "I don't claim to be a good person, but I'm a person no less. But then, I didn't feel like I was one." Sarah handed Lily Kleenex. "I know young, independent women like you won't understand, but-"
"No. I get it. I get it completely." Bonnie said sympathetically. Tears streaming down her cheeks. "I have woken up and looked in the mirror and been unsure of who I was looking at. I've woken up, and not felt real, before. I felt like I was watching myself in slow motion, and as I was doing so, I would see myself walking into this catastrophe, and being unable to stop myself. It was painful but so numbing at the same time."
Sarah, watched Bonnie as she was honest again.
"I felt dead inside for so long. Until I met Damon." Lily let a small smile creep up on her face. "I don't know the depths of your dark place, Lily," Bonnie said. "Mine took me to giving up on the idea of children after a miscarriage and marital issues. Mine almost diminished the idea that love and trust existed. The one thing I wanted more than anything, children... became a distant memory. But it works, because Damon didn't want children either. But I'm sure you're walking out on them, has contributed to that. As well as his prior commitment issues."
"I'm sure of it. And I'm sorry to hear of your loss."
"It's okay. I've dealt with it. But I guess I'm just saying, I can relate somewhat to how you felt."
"Well I appreciate that. And listen, our story goes a lot deeper than that. There's much more involved as to why they are so angry at me. And hopefully, I get a fair chance to defend myself when the time is right. But I know forgiveness takes time."
"Yes, it does."
"Well, I eventually decided I needed to have them in my life again. So about seven or eight years ago, I began reaching out. Neither of them responded, for years. Stefan just decided in the past year or two to take my calls. We've only spoken a few times. But it's meant everything to me. Now I just need to get my first born to just speak. They don't have to forgive me, but just knowing I can be in their lives again, would be a blessing." Bonnie and Sarah both hugged Lily. And just as, the two men in question walked in. Not understanding why all three women were hugging and crying. Bonnie never did open her gift. It was sitting on the couch. They all made eye contact, and Lily broke the monotony. "I'm quite tired, I need to go get some rest."
Damon rolled his eyes at Lily, she got up and walked towards her room. Both Damon and Stefan hung their coats up.
Bonnie wiped under her eyes, and looked away from Damon. She didn't want to read his thoughts right now, or see his disappointment in her connecting with Lily. She stood up and walked towards the stairway. As she headed there, Damon watched her carefully. He knew she was taking a step out to compose herself, so he let her.
"What was that all about Sare?" Stefan raised his voice slightly.
"Listen, we were just talking to your mother."
"Lily." Damon corrected.
"Talking to Lily p, then, Bonnie asked her what the deal was, and she told us. From her perspective."
"Which, I hope you two didn't believe a got damn word of it." Damon's anger was seeping to his pours, even if he tries remaining calm.
"Take it easy Damon." Stefan said, trying to wrap his head around his wife and Bonnie reaching out to Lily. "Sarah, where are the kids?"
"They washed up, they're in the twin's room watching movies."
"Can we talk, please?"
"Sure Stefan."
"In my room?" He asked. She swallowed and looked at him sternly, then looked towards the upstairs. Being alone with Stefan the night before got her into a more of an intimate predicament than she was ready for on this trip.
"Stefan... I-I... sure. Just know the kids are in the very next room to you."
He grinned. "Were just going to talk Sare." They excused themselves while Damon sat there, and waited for Bonnie to emerge from the downstairs bathroom. Once Sarah walked up the stairs Stefan followed her. The headed to his bedroom for privacy.
...
When Sarah stood near the window she crossed her arms and looked out at the snow. She waited for him to speak since he asked for privacy.
"I won't ask why, because I get it. But, Lily isn't all she seems. I'm not here to tell you, not to talk to her. Okay, obviously, we are on this trip with her for a reason. And our kids, should know their grandmother while they can, but just proceed with caution. Don't get attached to her. Because it's too easy for her to leave."
"Stefan, why don't you talk much about your parent's marriage?"
"It's not my place. I wasn't apart of their marriage. Just a casualty of it." Sarah walked towards Stefan. She stood him up, as he sat on the bed and then wrapped her arms around him.
"I'm so sorry." She held him and he wrapped his arms over the top half of her body. "You're so screwed up because of this." She said making him laugh. "What? It isn't funny Stef. We, are screwed up because of this, and our open marriage, or whatever it is we're doing, it's wrong."
"It actually is funny." He looked at her face and laughed again. Sarah didn't get it, but she just let him. Then she smiled.
"We are both screwed up. But I love you. No matter how screwed up." He grabbed her face and kissed her. Not innocently. Deeply. He pulled her shirt over her head, and unfastened her bra quickly. "Stefan! The kids..."
"...Are taking care of each other. Stop worrying so much." He pulled his shirt off. "You're my wife. I'm your husband. And we're doing what husbands and wives do."
"When their kids are in the next-" he shut her mouth with a kiss, and turned her body against his, chest to back, and pushed her gently into the wall. Stefan's mouth was all over the upper half of Sarah's body. Mainly her shoulders and neck. He drug his soft lips over her soft skin and she trembled. "You know I have a hard time walking away from this."
His lips trailed from her shoulders to her neck, to her cheeks and he whispered in her ear. "Then don't. Don't walk away from this. Pull your pants down, now." Sarah unbuckled her pants and Stefan pushed them down yanking at her panties. "I don't want anyone else, and I don't want you talking to Matt anymore." Sarah turned to Stefan while he painted heavily into her neck.
"No more Elena either. I'm serious. I'll cut ties to Matt completely."
"Let me come home. Please baby? Let me come home to you and my kids. I miss you. I miss touching you and holding you and-" he stopped and looked at her. "I love you Sarah. I want to be home with you, my wife. My fucking wife. Do you hear me?"
"Stefan..." she didn't want to answer questions in the heat of the moment.
"Sarah, I promise, there's nowhere I'd rather be." Their noses connected as she looked him in the eyes then the lips, because she wanted to kiss him. She put her hands inside of his pants and he was already hard.
"Fuck me. Please. Fuck me right now." They both fumbled at his pants until they dropped to his ankle. He didn't even bother taking them or his boots off. He just lifted her right there, and fucked her on the spot. Against the wooden log stacked walls. He used the grooves to grip when he needed, but for the most part her body fit so comfortably with his he just held her in place and fucked her with their kids in the next room, not giving a damn if he made her moan or not. Even though she bit back moans, Stefan made her cry his name while he buried himself inside of her.
oOo
Bonnie finally emerged. She changed her clothes, hoping it would get his mind off of her comforting his mother. She put on a dress for the occasion. A simple, maroon, knee length dress, with a scoop neck. He recognized that he had bought that dress for her. Damon sat on a barstool patiently waiting for her. She didn't speak, because she knew he felt some sort of way. As she got closer he started to speak. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you. I just thought I'd dress up for the holiday."
"Well, its gorgeous on you." He smiled genuinely. She returned the gesture, knowing he had more on his mind. "Umm, anyways. I just want to get right to it, because I know you felt the tension when I walked in. Why would you do that? I told you I wanted no parts of her. Why would I want you, trying to...? I don't even know, what were you doing?"
"Damon, you invited me here, because she would be here. What did you expect from me? I was just talking to her."
"I haven't spoken to her in more than twenty years. Then you meet her once and have a conversation?" He was appalled, "I don't know what to think right now, or how to feel about that, because it kind of upsets me." His eyebrows deepened into the center of his forehead and his face was slightly angry. It had only been half a day since he fought Kol, and half of that since this woman he hadn't seen in twenty years was in his presence.
"I'm sorry, if you feel, as though I overstepped my boundaries. It's just, I care about you. It's not in my personality to see someone I care about hurt, and not try to fix it. Look, we sent Kat and Elijah away, because they'd been fighting. I didn't like hearing Andie talk down about you, and I confronted her. Now, I watch your mom affect you, so, I just asked a question."
"You over stepped your boundaries." He said.
"And Kol, Damon? You came back here bleeding, and you have this gigantic gash in your back. What am I supposed to think about that? Did you overstep your boundaries?"
"Hell No! He hurt you, Bonnie. He physically hurt you. Emotionally abused you. How could I not do or say something?" He stood up and looked for an answer. She came quickly back at him, but she was softer and more convincing.
"You're mother physically hurt you when she walked out, and left you without her presence for more than twenty years. She emotionally abandoned you. All I did, was ask her why?" Bonnie grabbed his hand, "I don't know, how to not feel protective over you. I'm not apologizing for trying to understand." He couldn't be mad at her. Especially looking at her cheek, and seeing some of the discoloration. He couldn't be mad or angry at her. She's been through enough. He rubbed her cheek with the pad of his thumb and connected to her.
"You're a good person. I guess I'm going to have to get used to that."
"If you plan on me sticking around."
"You're not going anywhere." He pulled her into him, and gently grabbed her waist. He gestured as if he was going to kiss her, then he he whispered in her ear. "Did you open your gift?"
"Oh no. I didn't. You didn't open yours either. I thought, with everyone watching one another, it didn't feel right, with you not in the spirit. I wanted to wait for you." She pulled him back and walked towards the tree and the each handed each other the gifts they got for the each other.
"You got me something? Hmm. I haven't gotten a Christmas gift, that wasn't from my brother or his family, in almost twenty years."
"Well, I guess you'd better get used to it then." She smirked and dabbed his nose. They each handed each other two small boxes. They opened them simultaneously. Damon opened his slower than Bonnie so he could watch her expression. She opened a box to see two tickets to "La Traviata?" Bonnie questioned, and smiled looking at him. "Opera Production. Wait, is this the same opera that-?"
"Same production Edward took Vivian to in Pretty Woman? Yes."
"Oh, my gosh. This is perfect. Damon, how could you have known, I'd love this?"
"When we watched the movie, you got teary-eyed at the very moment Vivian did. I knew it wasn't the opera scene per se, but I know the movie is one of your favorites."
"SAN Francisco? Oh, My goodness." She covered her mouth. "I absolutely love this. Thank you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. When she pulled up, she went to kiss his lips and he stopped her.
"Wait, there's something underneath the tickets."
"Oh." She looked down, lifted the tickets and saw a key. "What is this?"
"It's symbolic. It's a key to my house. I know I gave you a gate key, because you usually come when I'm home. But, maybe I'm not home one day, or you just want to come by, you know... whenever." He shrugged his shoulders, shyly. She knew this was a huge sign of his commitment to them, and allowing her in deeper to trust him.
"A key to your house, Damon? This is huge. I mean, I don't know what to say."
"Accept it."
"I... do thank you." She looked down at his box and nudged him to open it. "Come on, I'm kind of excited for you to open your gift."
"Really? Okay." He grinned, and opened his box. He opened it to see a small letter, folded up. He picked it up and underneath it was a key on a small chain. He opened the letter. "Should I read this in front of you?"
"Yes." Bonnie gazed at him, with intense eyes and a hidden agenda behind her humble smile.
He gripped the key and chain in his palm. And began reading the letter.
"Loving Maestro,
I hadn't really understood the scope of this lifestyle,
until you pulled me into the world you've built.
I have come to believe in things I've lost hope in,
because you have taught me it's okay to trust again.
I love the depth of intimacy we have created together,
so, I am giving you this key, as symbolism of all of me.
With sincerest love,
Adoring Schiavetto"
Damon looked up at her, with the furrowing of his eyebrows borrowed in a questionable expression. "Bonnie, am I reading this wrong?"
"No. Even though the key is symbolic, it goes to a set of cuffs. For obvious reasons, I didn't put the cuffs in the box, in case your family watched you open it. And I'm glad they didn't."
"Are you telling me what I think you are? You're, ready to...?"
She nodded her head. "I've decided to commit to us fully."
"Are you being serious? Bonnie, you're agreeing to a dominant/submissive partnership? The same as Elijah and Kat. Are you sure, this is what you want? Because, your giving me complete control of us? And we both know how sassy you are."
"I'm sure of it. As long as I still have control over everything else, such as my independence, and career. It can't interfere with math my divorce, process."
"Of course, not. I need that to be over with like yesterday sweet pea. You won't catch me interrupting that." He said with a serious face.
"And on one other condition?"
"What?"
"You let me switch, now and again."
"As in, you Doming me, or someone else?"
"You, Damon. Unless you want me to Dom someone else?"
"Wow. How often are we talking?"
"You know, just occasionally." She suggested with her lip between her teeth.
"Absolutely not!"
Damon, be fair."
"I am fair. I am fair in punishments, and pleasing you. That is fair. Who makes you cum like me? Over and over. Who gives your body utter pleasure, and pain, equally, making you a ball of nerves ready to explode on my command? Who licks you like me, fucks you like me, talks to you –"
"Really? You introduce me to this life, and I'm curious. Should I try with someone else?"
"What? Are you crazy?"
"Well, you are being stubborn. I'm, willfully giving you me. I just want to experience, everything."
"That's a hard pill to swallow. I mean on one hand, having full control of you and me, is a dream come true. But, granting the circumstantial role switching? I've never given anyone control. I have never submitted to anyone."
"Not even the woman you love?" He had to think about everything she was proposing. He had to really analyze what it meant to her, and how much she meant to him. "Do you trust me?"
"I do. But, I am, who I am." He bit his lip then asked another question. "Why do you want this?"
"This key, Damon, symbolizes my trust in you. Trust goes both ways." She looked at him seriously, making him swallow hard. He rubbed his hands through his hair, and sat in almost five minutes of silence.
"Okay, Sweet Pea. For all of you, I will do this. But this isn't going to happen often. I'm very uncomfortable with the idea. However, you must be important to me, if I'm even considering this."
"Oh, your willingness to submit to me, is such a turn on right now." She said.
"Eh eh eh. You're pushing it, Schiavetto. I'm not submitting." He shook his head making her grin.
"I'm just saying, you're sexy when you compromise. You never know, you may love it."
He couldn't look at her face any longer and not touch her or kiss her. Damon egregiously stuck his tongue out and licked her lips, then played with her tongue out in the open. Rolling his tongue around hers and before swallowing her breath, as he stole a deep kiss. They kissed hungrily, while no one was around. He sat Bonnie on the couch and opened her legs.
"No. Damon, stop."
"What?"
"Your family is upstairs. Anyone can come down at any minute."
"You just granted me control of your body."
"Yeah, I meant to say this deal is for when we get back home."
"Come on."
"Seriously, the kids are upstairs. I can't. I just..." he interrupted her putting his hand under her dress. "Mmm." She reached for his hands to stop it from pressing past her panties.
"You want me to stop?" She kept moaning.
"Oh, Goodness. Mmm." He rubbed her pussy through her panties harder then he put his fingers inside.
"You sure?"
"Unfortunately, yes." She pulled his hand off her. "Everyone retreated to their rooms, there's no dinner. So, I was thinking you and I cook." She got up, and moved away from him, heading towards the kitchen. She turned the warm water on and proceeded to wash her hands. He stood next to her, and she lathered his hands with soap, and they had a sensual hand massage session.
"What are we making then... spaghetti?" He laughed.
"Whatever you want. It's important to keep your hands nice and clean, whenever you're in a kitchen and dealing with food, or drinks. Never forget that, okay?"
"Well, I wash my hands often, anyways. You know... I tend to like to play a lot." He smirked at her, and she smiled casually.
"Well, luckily, we are being good model citizens his week." If only she knew, Damon didn't care, the time or the place. If he wanted to touch her, he'd make it happen. "So, now to decided, what to make."
"I don't want Lily to know I remembered the spaghetti recipe. So how about, since you're the culinary graduate, you take over the Executive position, and I'll be your Sous, your kitchen slave."
"You mean my kitchen bitch?" She laughed.
Damon, unamusingly turned towards her, "Did you call me a bitch?"
"No, I didn't." She laughed. "I suggested you could be my kitchen bitch. Relax, we used the term in culinary school too."
"Is this culinary school, Schiavetto?"
"No. But... We aren't in the bedroom. Therefore, no calling me Schiavetto in the kitchen, of the cabin, your family shares."
Damon pinned her against the kitchen counter space. "I beg to differ."
"Damon, I didn't call you a bitch."
"Yes, you did, and that's the third time you've said the word." He grabbed her and sat her on the kitchen counter top. "For the record, I've never been a bitch. And for that, I'm going to have to punish you." He grabbed the wooden spoon from the drawer. "Open your mouth." She opened her mouth to where he placed the spoon horizontally in front of her. "Bite down." She bit down. "Don't speak, don't get loud, don't interfere with this punishment."
She looked around worried about what he was going to do. Then she worried about his family walking downstairs. She knew Lily was resting. Stefan and Sarah just disappeared, she had no idea where they went when she came back from getting herself together. And the kids... were probably starving, and ready to run downstairs any minute. She made a noise through the bit down spoon. "Hmmm." She got his attention and shook her head no. Then he grabbed an ice cube, put it between his teeth, and spread her legs, moving her panties to the side. She continued shaking her head no. He bent down before her, and inched towards her center. Realizing the panties would be an issue, he pulled them off of her. She knew he was crazy, but she couldn't begin to fathom, what type of man, does this, while his family is upstairs. She couldn't think too long or hard about it. Once she felt the ice cube on her clitoris she hummed heavily. "Mmmmmmm." He rubbed her back and forth for a while, exciting her. Then when she didn't expect it, he stood her up, and slowly pushed the ice inside of her with his tongue. Her head shook no, wildly. Once his tongue got the piece of ice inside of her, he used his finger to push it in further. "Fuuuuuhhh." She gasped. Then he slowly pulled his finger out, and watched the ice try and push its way out of her pussy, forcing her pussy lips to freeze cold. He kept playing with the piece of ice as it tried forcing its way out of her. He was having too much fun watching her in sexual pain. He grinned cockily, then closed her legs. Her eyes grew large and fearful.
"Now, it's a small piece of ice. Just leave it in there until it melts." He put her panties in his pocket. "I know what you're thinking... that the way a woman's pussy works, it'll naturally push that piece of ice out. Well my little Schiavetto. You better make sure it doesn't fall. Weather that means squeezing your legs shut, or gripping those pussy muscles, but that ice better not fall, or we'll start all over again."
"Maestro."
"And, technically, you can't squeeze your legs shut, because you'll be moving about the kitchen. So, I hope your good at your kegels." He teased.
"It's numbing me. You fucking prick." He narrowed his eyes and became serious.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Would you like one in your ass too?"
"No."
"Apologize."
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I'm sorry Maestro for using disgusting words. Please forgive me. I'm also sorry for calling you my kitchen bitch."
"Remember, you can say 'pickles' at ANY time. Everything is on your terms."
"I have no idea what I'm doing Damon. I mean, Maestro. I'm trusting you."
"I'm going to always, make you feel good. Just know that.
He walked up to her opened her legs and made her stand for about thirty seconds with her legs opened. Waiting for the ice to drop. He looked down at her legs to see water dripping out of her and down her inner thigh. He put his fingers at her entrance, and let them soak in her essence, then he put them into his mouth. "Mmm." He pressed his lips against her cheek, "I'm going to show you how to make someone a kitchen bitch, Schiavetto."
He turned her around, stood behind her, and rubbed her pussy gently with his hands, back and forth, and in circular motions. Keeping her pussy lips hot while, her insides were icy cold. "Right now, we are going to role play as a baby girl-sub and a Daddy-Dom. You know what that is?"
"No." she said nervously.
"It means exactly what it sounds like. I'm gonna be a daddy-dom, you belong to me. We play nice. It is a system based more on reward than punishment. Which if you ask me is one and the same. But, this is different. We play nice and I reward you instead of punish you. You're the innocent, and I'm the damned, basically. Now call me Daddy!" He demanded.
"Daddy."
"Say it again. With some innocence." He said through grit teeth. Rubbing her pussy gently.
"Daddy." She breathed out. Her mouth agape, from his torture, eyes squeezed shut.
"Say it... again." He gritted out.
"Oooh, Daddy." She moaned. He breathed heavy into her neck and ear, then started nibbling it.
"Good girl." He kissed her jaw condescendingly, and moved when he heard noise. Damon, was about to start trouble.
Just then, Stefan and Sarah walk back into the kitchen, looking relaxed. Sarah also changed into a dress for the occasion. But just put her hair in a low ponytail after Stefan sweated it out.
"Wow. You two look weathered." Damon smiled acting nonchalant. "What kind of conversation did you guys have?"
"Damon! Leave them be." Bonnie said at his frankness.
"What? Stefan's hair gives it away every time." He said. "Sarah must be a hair puller." He laughed.
"I told you to fix your hair." Sarah said smacking his shoulder.
"I surprised Stefan gets sex hair as much gel as he wears."
"Okay, so, let's talk Dinner." Stefan said avoiding Damon.
"No, worries, my little Bon Bon is going to make dinner. Isn't that right, Sweet Pea?" He said on the opposite side of the counter of his brother and Sarah. Then smacking Bonnie's ass, distracting her making the ice fall. The second she heard it, she squeezed her eyes shut, and smacked her forehead. "Uhh, hey Sweet Pea... isn't that, right?" Damon softly giggled at her first fail.
"Yes. I am going to whip up something, and it shouldn't take me longer than about an hour." She bent over grabbing the ice and putting it down the drain and washing her hands. Damon walked back to the freezer and grabbed a handful of ice. He put a glass on the countertop, and dropped every piece of ice into it. This was symbolic of his control. He would work however many pieces of ice he could, until one didn't fall. She rolled her eyes at him forcing a laugh from him.
"What's so funny? I want to laugh." Sarah said.
"Oh, nothing. Just, my lady lost a bet, and she is realizing she needs to pay up."
"Oh, I guess Salvatore's are winning bets today. I just won a bet upstairs too, so..." Stefan and Damon high fives each other.
"That is not cute." Sarah said shaking her head at them. "Bonnie, do you need help?"
"Nope." Damon answered grabbing a piece of ice and putting it into his mouth so he could lubricate it. "She's uhh... she's gonna make me her kitchen bitch, I guess. Is that right, Sweet Pea?" He unnoticeably took it from his mouth and stood next to her. Moving his hand behind her, "Open up." He whispered. Bonnie spread her legs.
"Yeah, he's my bitch," emphasis on bitch, she said, fake grinning, feeling him push yet another piece of ice into her, trying to keep a straight face in front of Stefan and Sarah, "for the next hour." As his finger pushed the ice into her, she bucked slightly and he started playing pussy with her with his fingers.
"Awesome. Well how about I make drinks?" Sarah suggested.
"Ahh." Bonnie accidentally belted out, and tried to cover it with a laugh. Followed by Damon who began fake laughing with her.
"Again? What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing, inside joke." Bonnie said, trying to remove Damon's hand. "He's so crazy." She rolled her eyes at him when They weren't paying attention.
"Aren't I though?" He spoke sarcastically. "Yeah, Sarah, we'll take those drinks."
"Great. We need more inside jokes, like them. Come on Stefan, let's go to the grab the tequila from the cellar. You know I hate being down there alone." Sarah said.
"Scaredy cat."
"Wait, what about the kids? Won't they be down any minute?" Bonnie asked. Hoping Damon would remove his fingers from her pussy.
"Oh, are you kidding, they are all playing with their Christmas gifts? No thanks to Uncle Damon, who got them way more than they needed."
"Oh, you know Uncle D, always here to help." They disappeared, and Damon quickly bent Bonnie over the counter top and finger fucked her hard and fast, playing with her clit and covering her mouth with his other hand. He pushed his fingers into her, massaging the piece of ice around and making her thighs shake. "You like that, baby? Daddy's fingers, fucking your pussy numb with this ice." But with his hand covering her mouth she couldn't speak. The faster he moved it, the faster it was melting, it was a blessing in disguise and she just wanted the ice to melt, so she'd be in the clear. "Your pussy is hugging me. Fuck. Imagine if I put my hot-blooded cock in your ice-cold pussy, right now. Imagine me fucking you hard. Feeling my dick light you on fire."
"Mgsbfidjcwkwk." She blurbed between his fingers. His control methods made her speak incoherently. How could such an asshole, be so good at pleasing her? His fingers fucked her harder and harder, and then rubbed the ice on her clit, and made her thighs continue to shake, she was on the verge of coming.
"Don't you dare cum. I haven't given you permission." He spanked her twice, causing a stinging to welt her skin.
SMACK! SMACK!
He gently pushed the ice back inside of her, and just as he did Stefan and Sarah were back from the cellar. As soon as she stood up to adjust herself, and calm herself down, the ice fell out.
"Fuck." She said under her breath. She looked up to see if he heard her.
"Eh, eh, eh." He waived his finger putting another piece of ice in his mouth.
Stefan and Sarah were getting the margaritas together, and Bonnie needed a drink like yesterday. After a few solid minutes. Bonnie composed herself and began looking through the cabinets for her ingredients to cook. Sarah and Stefan were in their own world, being flirty and Damon was promising to be the margarita tester. As soon as the blender started, he walked to her and pushed another piece of ice into her, slowly. He watched her bite her lip and close her eyes. As the blender grew louder, Damon played with Bonnie behind the counter. He rubbed her clit, more, and forced her thighs to shake again.
How long is that blender going to be on? Please don't stop the blender... oh my God.
Bonnie's eyes shut, and Damon touched her more. One finger inside of her, the other on her clit. She forced herself to keep a straight face, but it was killing her as her thighs shook again. He whispered in her ear. "Cum for Daddy baby."
"Mmm." She moaned low and guttural, as she came, in the kitchen in front of Stefan and Sarah while they blended margaritas. She hit her peak and squeezed her eyes shut trying to swallow every single sound into her throat, and because she held her breath, the orgasm hit her harder. He tortured her. In a real way. He tortured her. She gasped for air as the blender stopped. She took in a few deep breaths. Then walked to the downstairs bathroom.
"Everything okay with Bonnie?" Sarah asked.
"Oh, yeah, just over heated." He assured her. "I'll go check on her." Damon walked to the bathroom and knocked. "Sweet pea?"
"Don't you dare sweet pea me." She said from inside of the bathroom.
"Stop." He teased. "Open the door." His cavalier attitude got to her.
"Screw you."
"Okay, open the door, we can arrange that." His cynical tone was too much for her ego.
Bonnie opened the door, "If you ever..." she stopped, "no... you know what, I need change my clothes." She pushed passed him and walked, until he caught her elbow.
"Who's whose, kitchen bitch now?" He raised his lips in a one-sided grin.
SLAP!
She hit him so hard he held his cheek. "You know your sexy when your angry?"
"You just finger fucked me, with your brother and his wife in the same room. Are you crazy?" She said angrily, but before she could walk away. He held her body tight between him and the wall.
His eyes dug deeply into hers and it was frightening. "I am fucking crazy. Not to mention you have me fucking cursing. You slapped you're Maestro! That is against rules." His harsh glare lightened, once he smiled. "But, were roleplaying. Daddy-dom and baby-girl, or my "Lil." And since your my Lil, I can't punish you. Lucky you. That means no sassy-sub. You're my lil, and I'm your big poppa basically."
"What?"
"Yeah. For the duration of this vacation, I'm going to see how this form of domination works. Which means no Sass from you. Do you understand me?" She didn't answer him, still feeling completely shaken from his dominant kitchen behavior. He shook her gently. "Do we have an understanding?" She nodded her head. "I can't hear you."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Now, Daddy, had another surprise for you." She grew skeptical, but didn't hesitate to ask.
"What?" She bit her lip, and he looked at it in slow motion, biting his own back in return.
"You do things to me, you know that? You make this man, do things he'd never thought he'd do." He kissed her lips as close as they stood to each other, breathing one another's oxygen. "Which leads me to another surprise. Come with me." He took her by the hand like the Lil she was, and lead her back to their room. He opened a drawer and pulled out something. "I'm going to make love to you, later. I'm going to make love to you, on that rug, in front of that fireplace, and I want you to wear this, and this only. She opened the package, and pulled out a pair of nude stilettos, with a t-strap, embellished in both crystals and diamonds.
"Oh, my gosh, Maestro-"
"Daddy."
"Daddy, why would you do this?"
"Check the rest of the package." He spoke lowly. She pulled out another box, and slowly opened it. Her eyes lit when she saw diamond earrings. "This means, I want your hair up later." A smile flew across her face. He held her cheeks. "I'll be good the rest of this trip, I promise. No more inappropriate touching around the family."
"Daddy, I don't need gifts."
"I know."
"So are these borrowed, or..."
"No, they're yours. I bought them for you."
"And all I gave you was a lousy key." She joked.
"No, you gave me control. You gave me you. There's nothing else I could've possibly wanted." He smiled. "So, I'll go down, and be your kitchen bitch." He said, getting her excited, her face glowed and a smile crept up her cheek, bigger than he'd ever seen. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Understand, something. This is part of your dominant switch. I'll be your bitch in the kitchen, if you be my bitch in the bedroom."
"Bitch in the bedroom?"
"It's exactly, what it sounds like." He was serious. "When we get home, I want a night, of you being... My dirty little bitch." She felt a chill up her spine when he said it. "In exchange for being your kitchen bitch. Do we have a deal? Are you going to give me a night of being my bitch, Schiavetto?"
She swallowed hard, and acted unbothered. "You do what I say in the kitchen, how I say it. I can talk to you however I want?"
"The whole-nine. I'll be your kitchen bitch. All you have to do is be my dirty bedroom bitch when we get home. What do you say?"
How can she refuse those eyes? Easy, those eyes, hold her prisoner of his torture.
"A bitch for a bitch?"
"A bitch for a dirty bitch."
"A dirty bitch for a fuckboi." He bit his lip hard, listening to her foul mouth.
"You and your mouth" He shook his head… that is what gets you punished."
"Oh, you didn't think a girl like me, knows what's up?"
"Pardon my mouth, but… You, are so fucking lucky I'm daddy-doming you this week, but when we get home… The thing is you don't think I know what a fuckboi is. But I do. And you have yourself a fucking deal. In a week, I'm going to show you what a fuckboi does to a dirty little bitch." He grinned cockily. 'You have until we get to the bottom of the stairs to decide if this is what you really want. When we hit that kitchen, take your best shot baby, because when we get home, I'm going to show you what dirty fucking Dom I can be."
A/N - So Lily, huh? lol she's a different type of character gonna open these women up to these two men. Slowly. Any expectations of Lily? Then there's Kat and Elijah, who are trying to form a connection, beyond sex, bc Elijah wants to see how serious Kat is, since she's uses sex as an answer for everything. Stefan and Sarah, are going to try working things out. Damon gave Bonnie key to his house, and tickets to the opera from her favorite movie, she agreed to give him full control. Then there's the whole kitchen bitch/ bedroom bitch thing. Should Bonnie do it, should she challenge Damon the way she has? So much happened this chapter, she even talked Damon into letting her Dom him in the future ;) Bonnie doesn't, realize it, but she's slipping deeper into the Bdsm lifestyle, and she's loving it. They are testing the water with different bdsm dom/sub styles. Also, when they get home, he will start utilizing his playhouse. I didn't forget about it. Hope you like is update.