Black Velvet
Chapter 18 Restraints
R-M (Explicit)
Quick Rant- So, Guys. Coming off straight irritation with TVD… Let me tell you. I know, like me you have all been sick of the treatment of BB in the series. Bonnie Bennett deserves so much better. Damon and Bonnie deserved a better love story. So, I write my own style of Bamon. I have to do this, because I literally "LOVE" Bamon, so much. Especially, because of my being able to relate to Bonnie Bennett, personally. I fell in love with her character from the first car ride episode one. I will, and have been writing Bamon as many different ways as I can tell a love story for them. So, I cough out chapters, because one day I may not be able to write them anymore. This isn't a typical Bamon story, and not everyone's style, but for those of you who follow it. Thank you. My dedication to writing Bamon is because I feel like Bonnie and Bamon deserved so much better throughout the series. Truly… Thank you Bamon writers and faithful Bamily Fandom.
Please Enjoy this better than CW love story of Bamon. At least I hope. ;)
Bonnie liked the idea of having an exciting life. For so many years she was so iron clad on work and more work. She worked beyond belief. Sometimes, seven days a week to avoid the fractured marriage, which she also worked hard to keep intact. Kol was the only thing she knew a stability, aside from her friendship with Katherine. She wanted for so many years, to make things okay with Kol. She wanted things to be okay.
Then, she woke up one day, and realized just desiring to be "okay" was so subpar to what she wanted. She wanted happiness. She wanted, better than mediocre, and Kol wasn't trying to give it to her. He was allowing her to live a life, where he gave her the bare minimum, emotionally. She shut down, and closed herself off to him. She shut her world off, segregating her heart from the rest of the universe.
Waking up, while lying next to Kol, became as routinely boring as their Tuesday and Thursday night sex. He fucked her, and after about twenty minutes of giving himself to her, she had to turn him over and finish herself every time. Their sex was a metaphor for her life. She accepted what was given, but ultimately, had to give to herself to be happy. Even then, she was so alone, in her marriage, she blocked off all of her own needs, and desires, accepting the fact that she was never going to have the life she wanted with Kol.
She lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her white blankets and pillows surround her and peace overcame her, as she thought about how much her life had changed with Damon. They were together. They were, taking a chance to see if what they had was worth something more than what they ever believed they were capable of finding. She drifted into a quiet slumber, slowly, smiling to herself.
That is, until her doorbell rang.
"No fucking way. You've got to be kidding me?" She stands up, and slowly, trots to her door. Bare feet, over the cold marble floor. Step after step, of cold marble, angering her all the way to the door. Rubbing her eyes, she gently pulls at the knob, and opens.
"Gooood morning sunshine!" A happy Katherine sang out, surprising Bonnie.
"Oh, gosh, what the hell are you doing here?"
Kat laughed, barging her way passed Bonnie, into her own home. "Okay, so... I'm here to give you the low down, on my week in the Arctic."
"Alaska, Kat. Alaska."
"Whatever, Bitch. You sent me away to the got damn middle of nowhere, with my future baby daddy. So, I thought you'd want to know how it went."
"Sure. But, it's Sunday. Thought you'd want to save this for work Monday?"
"Nope. Bitch, I'm here. With wine, and cookies"
"So, classy of you." Bonnie laughed.
"Well, I figured I had today, since Elijah and Damon went to the Cabin to have a poker night last night. I was exhausted after my trip, and needed yesterday to rest. Or, I would've been here last night."
"So, it must've been pretty mind-blowing." Bonnie reached for her wine glasses, and sat them on the countertop in front of Kat, who sat on the bar stool in front of Bonnie.
"By exhausted, I mean mentally."
"Wait, what?"
"It was a roller coaster. I had no idea how to feel at first. Was he punishing me? Was he teaching me a lesson? I couldn't figure him out initially. He felt so distant at first."
"Really? He's still angry?"
"I don't think it was about anger. It was more about getting through to me. I did feel like. a teenager at some points, but, I could tell he felt like, a lost boy sometimes. What I wanted from him, was to just say it. I wanted him to look at me and say Kitten I forgive you. But he didn't. We resumed the status of Master and pet. I just, I wanted to end things. I wanted to walk out of the fucking cabin. So, I did."
Bonnie's face froze in shock. "No, you didn't."
"I did. I got my ass up and walked my stupid ass into the freezing cold weather, and then instantly regretted it."
"Kat, you kill me. What happened after that?" Bonnie sipped her Grigio, and inherently listening, as she tried to finish waking all the way up.
"Okay, so I kept walking. Because you know I'm stubborn as fuck. I wasn't turning around, and proving how wrong I was for walking out. So, I wondered to this small restaurant in the woods, and I was already pissed I was in Antarctica..."
"Alaska."
"Whatever. I'm in the Amazon, pissed because I'm horny, my man's not fucking me, and I'm getting a life lesson on how to be more about my feelings," she says in a mocking tone, "and then I smell the most insanely, intensely, rich smell, that I've ever smelled."
"What was it?" Bonnie sipped her wine again.
"Fresh baked, lemon, grazed halibut, in butter garlic sauce." Katherine closed her eyes, and licked her lips. Then she sniffed the air, again, and imagined the aroma.
"Wait, you're in the middle of a fight with your boo thang, and you were fucking out to eat. Oh gosh, Kat, did you eat? Tell me you didn't eat."
"Fuck yeah. I sat down and ate. I ate my ass off, and the best part was I put it all on Elijah's tab, and ordered more, and drank more, and had some fucking amazing Concoction of Kale and vinegarette. Then there were these potatoes with-"
"Kat!" Bonnie interrupted. "Is this the point, or are you making it anytime soon?"
"Ewww." Kat rolled her eyes, making Bonnie laugh.
"Well? I'm sure you are ping to tell me you and Lijah made up. Because I can't imagine having sent you two there to break up."
"Okay, okay, I'm getting there. So, I was wrong, and I realized that. I was eating alone, and loving it. But it didn't even matter. I couldn't make annoying, delicious taste sounds at the table to annoy him. I couldn't feed him, nor could I..." she frowned, "stare at his beautiful face, while he sat with me, patiently. Watching me talk about myself. Or my day at work. Or the newest pair of, ridiculously, overpriced shoes I just wasted my money on, or the fucking fact, that I need to cut my hair, dye it, weave it, curl it... whatever. I had no fucking clue, how this huge void in my life was utterly filled by him. Not just sexually. But, he's so selfless. He listens to me complain. He gives me advice. He rubs my back, massages my feet. He... completes me in ways, I never looked at Bon. He loves me. He loves me very sincerely. And all of those amazing qualities about him, I didn't even find a reason to be thankful for, because I'm such a sexually, needy woman."
Bonnie finished her glass and poured another. Realizing Kat hadn't even had more than two sips of her wine. "You okay, sweetie, you're not drinking?"
"Yeah. I'm okay. I just- what do I do?"
"The best thing you can do, is be the person he needs. He loves you Kat. He loves those things about you. But, you have had a tendency, in the past to be self-servant with ex boyfriends. Elijah, is the first man I've ever seen you care about. But, caring is deeper than the surface. He loves the way you, bring him to life. Make him see colors. Shine light in his grey skies. The way you two connected sexually, was merely a consequence, of the already-there connection you two have solidified."
Katherine looked confused. "What the fuck does that mean Bonnie?"
"It means, just give him all of you. Trust him, and love him. It's not hard. You closed up, started to drown yourself in liquor every weekend, and hook up with men. Granted, you didn't have sex with them, but you broke the bond you created with Elijah, and allowed another man into that. And I know you guys have had threesomes. But that is something that the two of you did together; inviting another person in. The two of your lifestyle is so sexually open, that for you to go behind his back, came off as him not being enough. It's like him giving you Venus, and you wanting Mars. So, now, you have to, allow him to see, that you are happy with him, and that he's enough."
"I didn't realize I give off so much mental restraint. I'm slowly, trying to get it. I'm not perfect."
"None of us are, babe." She drank her wine, and sat her glass down, softly. "How did the rest of the trip go?"
"I came back to the room, and apologized. For all of it. I told him, I neglected and didn't appreciate him. But I also told him, that he... knew I wasn't a goody goody. He knew the kind of girl I was. So, for him to expect, that I could jump on a pedestal and never fall, was putting pressure on me." Kat downed her first glass and tears dropped from her eyes. Bonnie walked to her and hugged her, rubbing her hands supportively up and down her back.
"Of course, that's hard babe. And I'm so proud of you. You, have grown so much. Elijah and you, have grown together, and this small bump in the road, will just strengthen the two of you."
"Why can't relationships be easy, Bon?" Kat asked, looking her friend in the eyes.
"Because, as Damon once told me, nothing that comes easy is worth fighting for."
"Damon, said that?"
"Yeah. He did."
"So, this is weird. Me talking about 'none-sexual' stuff."
"Not really. It's growth. You love Elijah, and the best thing about this discovery is, you're not running from it."
Kat shook her head, "I'm so fucked. Loving a man like this."
"No. you're not." Bonnie laughed. "You're, lucky to love someone, the way you do. Especially, when he loves you just as much."
"So, while I'm talking about emotional connections and mental stimulation, and all that shit, you're relative quiet. Gonna let me know how you and Damon are...?" She looked at Bonnie quizzically.
"For once, I'm the sexually overstimulated one between you and I. Damon and I are enjoying each other, having fun. He's like a best friend, I feel like I've known him for years. He makes me happy, and he brings me to life. He's romantic, and sweet, and he's fucking gorgeous. Let's not forget the mind-blowing sex. I had no idea sex could be so good. Why did no one ever tell me sex could be so... fulfilling in all ways? Addicting?"
"Bon Bon... Oh my, how the tables have turned. You're like a teenager. Over the moon in love and horny."
"Yeah, I'm like the teenager except without the blissfully ignorant part. And after vacation, we have become even closer."
"Hit me with another glass, and tell me about you and Damon's vacation. I want kinky sex details, because I didn't have any. And don't be stingy with the details."
"Girl... where the hell do I start?" Bonnie went to her wine cabinet and grabbed another bottle of her own.
"How about, before you start, I order us some pizza, and we get, real, real comfortable."
"Meaning you need some of my pajamas?"
"Meaning, yes. Also, some of your deodorant. Please?"
"You know where everything is, go get it." Bonnie sighed, "I'll order pizza."
oOo
Sarah Salvatore worked as an entrepreneur retailer in downtown LA. She specialized in couture formal and wedding gowns. She'd been a graduate of the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising, and now, her designs were being sold in one of the largest cities in the world. She was, by no means, an international fashion sensation, but her unique and gifted designs, were on display, and making her the kind of money, that afforded her to keep her children in the best schools. She and Stefan bought them and provided them the best of everything they could have in life, while still trying to humble their behaviors.
She was altering a dress for an upcoming event, when her cell phone rang. She almost didn't answer, because she rarely answered a phone call while she was working, unless it was her children.
But, peculiarly enough, it was Bonnie. She stopped a second no smiled. "Hello."
"Hey, Sarah. Sorry for being very inconvenient. I know it's the middle of the workday, beginning of the work week, but, I was wondering if you, would be interested in taking a class with me next week?"
"A class? Sure. Wait... is this a class that involves studying and tests. Or is this like yoga?"
"Uh, okay. Please don't think me strange, but, I want to take a class on Domination. It's really just a fun class. Kind of a girl's night thing. They give an awesome group rate, and they kind of turn it into a party."
Sarah looked at her phone to make sure it was Bonnie she was talking to. "Umm, I'm sorry, I thought you said Domination. As in Bondage and Discipline, dominance, submission, sadism and masochism?"
"Wow, well, I never knew the meaning of the acronym for it. But, uh... yeah. Domination. I thought it would be a fun girl's night. My best friend Kat will be there, and I thought, you'd like a night out." Bonnie was nervous Sarah would think she was weird.
"Hell yeah. I think it would be fun."
"Really?" Bonnie asked surprised.
"Yes. I swear, I need a good night out."
"This is perfect. Eeeek. I'm. So, excited." Bonnie squealed.
"Me too. So, do we need to dress a special way, or what?"
"Well, I didn't think about it. I guess it would be fun to dress a little spicy. We can have some drinks, and make this an experience." Bonnie grinned cheekily. "Oh gosh, I was going into this kind of scary, and to be quite honest, I'm so, excited now. Ahhhh." Bonnie screamed.
"Hey, I think I'll go down to this little boutique this week. A friend of mine is a custom lingerie designer. I can check out what she's got available at her shop this weekend you can come long."
"I will be at Damon's place this weekend, but I'll definitely see if I can get away for a couple of hours."
"Perfect. Bonnie, thanks for thinking about me."
"Hey, we are practically family now." Bonnie caught herself. The last thing she needed to be doing was sentencing she and Damon to marriage when everything was so new to them. "Or friends anyways."
"Yeah. We are. Perfect. I'll text you in a couple days when she can get us in."
"Okay. Sounds great. Talk to you later Sarah."
"Bye girl."
oOo
The staff at the review was excited to be back to work after the holiday, especially since before the holiday, the building had barely opened a couple weeks before hand. The women, were hustling to roll in reviews, and get the first publishing out that be releasing since a couple of months back. Bonnie sat in her office and ran down her upcoming schedule for the week to Davina.
"So, my Wednesday is two reviews in China town. Both restaurants are relatively new. Whoever is in that day, needs to pair up. I don't want to send the girls separately downtown."
"Okay. Did you want these tasks done, morning or afternoon?"
"Afternoon. These places won't open until after eleven am." Davina input everything diligently into her electronic device. Bonnie remembered Damon's words and decided she needed to pry a little into Davina's brain. "So, Davina, how is everything?"
"Good. And you?"
"Busy as usual. Trying to get into the headspace for being back to work after the holiday."
"Yeah. It was a nice break, but for me, work is a distraction from my life."
"Oh wow. That doesn't sound good. Yeah work can definitely be a good escape sometimes. I used to feel that way, until I started making improvements on my life outside of work. It took a lot of getting used to but I did it."
"Yeah, even if it's a someone and not a something?"
"Yes. Sometimes it's the 'someones' that make things harder on us."
"Well, for me, it's someone, I don't even really associate with. They are an associate of someone I'm close to and may even love. But I'm debating telling this person, that I'm close to, that they need to reconsider their friendship with the other person, or risk losing me."
"That's an awfully tough ultimatum. Make sure whatever you choose you're being real to yourself. This other person should love you regardless."
"Yeah. I've been thinking about it every day. I just, want to do what's right." Davina looked at Bonnie and tilted her right side of her lip upwards. She wasn't happy with herself, but she was torn between her situation. Her boyfriend's association with Kol, was putting added stress on her life. Regardless of what April and Kol's relationship was, just because April was Caleb sister, doesn't mean, he had to have a relationship with Kol. But Caleb dealt with illegitimate business, and Kol always helped Caleb to make money. Which paid for Caleb's livelihood,
"So, this boyfriend of yours. How are the two of you?"
"Ehh, we're okay. Typical, twenty-year-olds just being in love." She said sarcastically.
"You seem, disenchanted."
"Huh." She thought. "What a word." She gently rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. "If only real love, was enchanting."
"There's enchanting things about love. But no, it's not meant to be all enchanting. It's complicated, and intricate." Bonnie lifted her smile to one side.
"Such a shame."
"Eh, as long as you don't lose yourself, or let it affect your integrity. Just take it day at a time." Bonnie said sympathetically I enjoy having you around. I'd hate to see that change."
"Oh, of course, no worries. I won't let it affect my work. This job is a dream come true. You're an absolute dream." She smiled, sweetly at Bonnie. Who had a hard time believing that Davina would ever do anything to betray her.
"If you want to talk, I'm here. I may not exactly have the best advice on love, but woman to woman, I can do that."
"You..." Davina thought, then paused. "I mean... no, I'm fine. There's no issues with me."
"Okay. I won't pry. Just thought I'd extend the gesture, should you ever-" then she was interrupted.
"I mean, it's hard ya know. I'm trying to finish school and become successful, but, it's never enough sometimes. No matter what I do, I can't give him all that he needs right now. One day it's my time. The next it's my words. Sometimes, it's my interests. He picks at my interests." She shed a few meaningless tears, and wiped them.
"Sometimes, men... only see what we can do for them. Sometimes, they think, all we are here for is what we mean to them. They forget, that women have needs, desires, goals, and dreams. It's a traditionalist way of thinking. It's not always their fault. It's engrained into some men's upbringing."
"Then what do we do, when we love said boyfriend, more than anything?"
"Never tie love to a goal. Tie accomplishments to goals. Love shouldn't be a a consequence of our fears, but a precipice of our deepest need for human connection. And it should happen naturally, and not be forced."
Davina looked at Bonnie with great admiration. "What about, you and Kol? Are you two a consequence of fear, or a precipice for the deepest need of human connection?"
Bonnie's eyes widened and her jaw clicked when Davina asked her. She couldn't believe Davina asked her. She sat still a minute. She didn't want to snap, because it was she, that first asked Davina a personal question. She obliged in the most generic, yet nice way possible. "Kol and I are complicated."
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to pry." Davina felt the barrier constricting ramifications of her question. "I apologize. Please don't hate me."
"I don't hate you. I want you to feel comfortable around me. Just, so long as we have n understanding and you know, you can talk to me, or confide in me, especially if you feel as if you're in an unsafe situation." Bonnie assured her, trying not to compromise her position as Davina's boss, but wanting Davina to be honest if she was withholding anything Kol might have put her up to.
oOo
Whoever thought two people would find each other in the same trifling, situational dilemma? An unlikely pair four months ago, has become Co-conspirators, in a scheme of vengeance. One, money hungry, dishonest, thriving socialite. The other, a self-centered, alcoholic, over-privileged bastard. The two, formed a bond, more like an alliance, which would focus around, sexual greed, and power.
"Today seems like a good day, to get you out of the house. I could, take you on a drive up PCH."
He looked at her frustrated. He couldn't speak much. One word answers worked best for him. His stitched mouth on the inside, and broken nose, were just a few things that slowed his entire life down. He was able get his job back, by pretending the attack is what kept him from work, those days that he was psychotically waiting for his wife to come home. Still, on unpaid leave, he was making no money and living with Andie.
He shook his head no.
"Kol, are you going to let him get away with this?"
He stared at her again. And shrugged his shoulders. He was angry she kept forcing him to think when all he felt was ache and pain. Physically, mentally, emotionally. All he kept hearing was Damon's words in his ear. Sexual connotations about his wife. Coming inside of her. Her calling Damon's name and begging for more. Damon told Kol, Bonnie submitted to him willingly. That she loved submitting to him. Every filthy word stayed with Kol. Damon burying himself inside of Bonnie and her wanting it. He felt every form of pain he could feel. The images replying over and over in his head, of Bonnie and Damon in her office.
Then Andie's voice scratched his ears again. "Kol! Are you listening to me?"
"What Andie?" He yelled. "My fucking mouth is stitched in a more than one place. I can barely breath through my broken nose, and pained mouth. Why do you keep harassing me about fucking Damon Salvatore? I can barely think right now." He slapped the glass of water off the small table next to her couch.
"I'm sorry. I just don't want you to let him off. He tried to kill you. This is attempted murder. Don't you want him away from Bonnie forever? Well, call your firm, and tell them what he did. We'll show them all the pictures I took. Take him for every fucking penny he has."
"What does money have to do with anything?"
"Easy Kol. His livelihood. He'll go to jail, or he'll have his license taken away."
"Bonnie will never fucking speak to me again." He gritted out lowly, sitting in Andie's couch leaning into his own self-destruction. Burying his anger in the notion that he was being wrongfully punished.
"You were his client Kol. He used you to get information about your wife. Then he proceeded to carry on an affair behind your back, knowing all of the marital problems you confided in him about. And wait until Bonnie finds out he was your therapist Kol. She's going to feel betrayed when she finds out he's a huge liar. I was his client, you were his client. He abused his powers Kol. Took advantage of us." She yelled almost convincingly.
Kol smirked. Through the god awful pain he felt inside of his mouth, he smirked. "You know, you're almost believable. But you're, too calculating of a bitch."
"Not as calculated as Damon was, when he used all of your weaknesses against you and stole your wife. Every insecurity you had as a husband, he was your therapist. He used that information against you, and calculated, carefully every move to go after your wife, like the predator he is, and put her in this abusive relationship."
"Abusive?"
"Yeah. Domination. He's abusive. He hurts her, and she's afraid to leave. Don't let him win, Kol. Be a man, and take back what's yours. Damon Salvatore, is a vicious predator. He preyed on me, now he's preying on Bonnie. He hurt me, and he'll hurt Bonnie." Andie's jealousy was nothing new. She'd been divorced before, because she was a greedy, jealous, and manipulative woman.
"You could give a shit about my wife, Andie."
"I refuse, to let him hurt another woman, the way he hurt me. Damon Salvatore, is a cunning, seductive, heart-breaker. He's an abusive dominant, and if you want I can tell you all of the awful things he'd done to me."
"Andie, I don't believe for one bloody minute, that you care about Bonnie. You're angry, because he chose her, over you. News flash, you're a fucking cunt. You, are the kind of woman, who wants everything, but doesn't want to work for it. I can say that, because..." he paused spitting out blood, clenching his mouth in pain. "Because, that's how I grew up. Everything was handed to me. Bonnie's not like that. I can see any reason; any man would want her. But it doesn't mean I'm okay with it." He spits blood out of his mouth, because he was talking too much.
"Okay, so I could give a rat's ass about the bitch-"
"Don't fucking call her that."
"I could care less about her. But I don't want them thinking, they can walk away from this unscathed. Okay? We can't let them win."
"I never intended to let anyone best me." He spits more blood. "But I'm going to be a dad. I can't just, not think about the ramifications of my actions. April is due in less than two months. I need to lay low."
"Wants the deal with her? You love her?"
"April? No. she was a meaningless fuck. That turned into regular sex."
"And now?"
"Now, I take care of her. She pregnant with my child. I got my old job back to take care of her, her medical, that of my unborn child, and I owe it to the baby. Bonnie and I tried for years and nothing. I thought it was me, because I drank so much. But, it must be Bonnie." He frowned into the room, not looking anywhere in particular.
A part of Andie, felt for Bonnie. But not enough to let Bonnie take Damon from her. She grabbed a paper towel, wet it and dabbed it on Kol's lip, to stop the blood, from flowing out of his stitches. She gently cleaned his cut and he felt like she cared for him some days. He felt her attraction to him, but Andie was so money hungry, she struck him as the type of woman who loved money, more than she loved, love.
"There. You should probably get some rest." She said. "I'll be back, I need to pick up your prescription, and possibly buy a bottle of tequila. "But, about what I said... Damon. We should ruin his life, his career, and his relationship with your wife. He deserves every awful thing to go wrong, Kol. He deserves payback."
Kol thought about her words. He hated Damon. But Damon was Elijah's best friend, and even though, he was angry with Bonnie, he knew the ramifications of calling the cops on Damon would make Bonnie hate him forever. But with Andie, being smart enough to bring up the fact that, Damon was once Kol's therapist, it kind of gave Kol an out with Bonnie, and made Damon look like the bad guy. If he did this, right... he could beat Damon at his own game. Maybe get his wife back.
oOo Bonnie oOo
I haven't had sex in two and a half days. I don't know why I'm complaining. I've gone months without sex. I mean, unless you discount touching myself, or using my magical shower head. I think, the hardest part about being in a relationship, or I should say, partnership with Damon, is the empty void my body feels when he isn't inside of me, near me, touching me, or kissing me. Such a consuming connection, I think I'm greedy sometimes. But for several years I've had an awful sex life. Now, my body craves his. Even his smell. His smell, does things to my sensory nerves, and I feel this tightening in my stomach that transcends this almost tickle to my pussy. The pussy tingle, I call it. The feeling you're in your clit, when it is hypersensitive to your thoughts. I went pee, yesterday morning, and as I peed, I felt the tickle. It was the slightest sensation and I feel weird saying it, but whenever the feeling hits I see his face, and clench up feeling the sensation overcome me. Oh, and that's not the half of it. One day, as I sat in my car, the vibration of the very loud car next to me, bumping his stereo system, vibrated my car. Thus, my seats vibrated, making me cum. I find it strange that, I can just orgasm from thinking about him. Not even just sex, watching him sleep makes me want to never let him go. He, goes from dominant to submissive in a matter of moments. Because the minute he allows me to talk dirty, he falls prey to my awful mouth. Something about the way I talk dirty to him, makes him weaken, and I can see it in his eyes. It's almost, as if he doesn't think I'm real. But he holds on to me, hoping his imagination doesn't trump his reality. His body, feeds on mine, until I cum, then I clench, tightly, gripping him. He waits for those moments, that I latch on. Because he realizes, how much he wants me to hold him, and never... let... him go.
She walked up to his house, for the first time to use her set of keys. She purposely didn't park in his garage. She walked to his front door, and stood there for a few seconds before putting her key into the key hole. Slowly she pushed her anxiety into his door, turned the knob and opened it. She walked in quietly. He wasn't there, or she wouldn't know because she didn't park inside of the garage. He preferred her to park in the garage, but she wanted to open his front door with her key. Her heels made the simple click clack sound walking across his wooden floors. His house was dark, and the air conditioning was on. She headed for his bedroom and put her overnight bag in his closet. She laid on his bed for a few minutes. Smelled his scent. Not the Cologne, but the way he smelled when she woke up next to him. She breathed in his pillow case, and closed her eyes relishing in his smell.
Her black pencil skirt, and stocking-garter, didn't even come off before she began day dreaming of him. Curls fell on her face, and she relaxed on the bed that looked the exact opposite of her, white cotton comforter and pillows. His black doused, and blanketed bed held her enough for her to feel his presence and put her to sleep.
...
Sneaky, possessive fingers crawled up her calf, from behind. Trailing small movements to her thigh. She felt her dreams were playing tricks on her as she was being teased inside of her own mind. Soon the cusp of her thigh, where her backside grew, felt the smallest rub along the crease of the bottom of her ass cheeks. Tickling the highest part of her thigh as they crawled inward. Her mind accommodated the trickery she felt, and she rolled onto her back parting her legs to the intrusion of thriving hands. Hands that took what they wanted, and when. Hands, that she didn't argue with. Hands, that only controlled her... everything.
Slowly she felt her skirt rise up her thighs, tight and slowly, pushing up her body. The material symbolized the patience he had right now. Existing inside of him, but not really being exercised. She felt the warmth of his breath crawl up her legs. Slowly, breathing, and calmly, calculating his attack. Everything rose from her feet to her waist. She was already his prey. His breath now heating up the inner part of her thighs, just sitting there. Pulling her desire to the surface.
Still asleep, her dreams become more vivid. Her thoughts become more liberated. Her panties, soaking in the wetness of her dream. Moisture on her stomach, to what feel like a kiss. Then teeth, biting her.
She bites her lips. "Mmm."
Back arches into the space above the satin sheets, now, her eyes are caught so far in REM, she can't perceive the differences anymore. The dream is real, he is real, she is hostage.
Her heels are removed from her feet, and seconds later, the placement of a gentle strapped connected to a cold piece of metal, finds its way around her ankle. First the right, then the left. She's feeling confined.
Her heart races, and pounds into her chest when she tried to move her body, realizing she is cuffed to a bed.
She wakes up.
She can't see.
She's blindfolded.
"Fuck!" She breathed out so quietly.
She can't move her arm or legs.
Everything is black.
It's nighter than night.
"Damon?"
No answer. Again, the sensation of fingers crawling up her legs, slowly, torturously. Once they reach the crook, where her thigh, meets her bikini line, they press into her.
Weakness. Pulling at her.
"Stop it."
Fingers continue crawling between that space, weakening her momentarily. A sensitive, little known, erogenous zone. She tries closing her legs to avoid the tickle, but the ankle restraints created such a powerful resistance, that the more she fights closing her legs, the more her legs won't move. She's being tortured.
Then she realizes, this is a different bed. This isn't the bed she fell asleep in. The metal bars make a clanking noise as her cuffs move against the iron. The strong unmoving bed, is in a different room. Less inviting, less warm, more confining.
It's so quiet.
She feels her senses heightened. Especially when she hears the lighting of a candle. The flicker of the flame, kisses her ears. One singular candle. She feels it. All of the energy of the room is drawn to that small light. She feels it on her left side, and while she dreamt her skirt had been pushed up, her skirt was no longer on her body. Yet, she still wore her stocking garter. From her mid-thigh, up, the chill of the room hit her skin. Her panties were irrevocably soaking in her perversion.
Her legs opened and unclosing, while she is on guard as a heaviness crawls between the space of her legs. Gentle kisses peeper her groin. Tickling her, making love to her skin. She feels the familiarity of his mouth, those lips. Then his tongue, licks the area just around her pubic bone. Along her panty line.
His lips draw together and suction the skin, moistening it with his lubricated tongue. She wore blue silk panties today. She remembers. Dark blue, with a small lace rim. Satin doesn't hold wetness well. She felt his lips kiss her kitty above her panties.
"Ohh." Her back arched again, feeling her pussy lips being touched through the silky material. She was ready to feel him on her skin. She wanted him to take her panties off, but he didn't. He continued kissing her pussy above her panties. He opened his mouth, and suctioned his lips to her panties and sucked her through the material. "Yes, please." She begged. He lubricated his tongue heavily and licked her, soaking her panties, and underneath her panties. "Take my panties off. Please. I want to feel you on my skin."
He gently nips at her.
"Maestro. Please." She begged.
But he continues to torture her. Rolling his tongue in heavy circular motions, onto her panties. Flickering her clit under the material. Back and forth, back and forth.
Bonnie body, starts rolling gently into his mouth, her hips wild with desire. She tried moving her wrists and ankles which were locked into restraint. The more she fought, the stronger the restraints.
Her lips, became lost in her lustful bite. Captured by her need for him to be inside of her. Or, even just a simple touch of his mouth on her. Not her panties. Although, he was doing a helluva job. She yanked at her restrained wrists and moaned.
"Hmmm. Fuck." She cried. The second he heard her curse, he stopped. He lifted his body up and grabbed the candle. She felt the energy of the flame travel over her body, and before she knew it, wax was being poured onto her stomach.
"Ouch." She wined. Drip after drip, trailing her stomach, up from her navel, to the lining of where her bra used to be, that was now ripped from her body. The wax went from dripping to pouring onto her skin.
She tried turning her body, and he straddled her, holding her in place. Then hot wax, hit her nipples.
"Uhmm. Ahhh." Her body was being tortured, and all she felt was the need to be touched by him. "Maestro, touch me. Please."
He lowered his mouth to her ear. Put his lips to her neck, and began kissing her, slowly. Softly.
His lips felt like sex. She felt him inside of her when he kissed her neck. The moment his tongue caressed her skin, she accepted it. He worked his mouth around her body. Sucking the edible wax off of her, taking even more time with her nipples. Pinching them with his teeth. Pulling everything from within her, and teasing her. She stopped whimpering and relaxed again.
He went from sweet and soft, to dirty and perverse. He reached for the corners of her panties and ripped them off her. He pulled his pants down and climbed back between her legs, sitting up on his knees. He took some time to slide a cock ring down his shaft. He didn't need the cock ring at all. He had it for the vibrator attached to it. Taking his time sliding it down himself, he finally leaned forward and let his skin touch hers.
Bonnie trembled, feeling him touch her. This man's being, absorbed hers, and she was hostage, yet again. But she loved it. His abs pressed into her stomach, and his erection pushed against her kitty. Again, her blindfold heightened everything.
Before he did anything else, he spoke in a low, deep voice. She felt the vibration of his base in her stomach, through his abs, which kissed her stomach.
"You ready for me Schiavetto?"
"Yes."
"Tell me three things you want me to do to you?"
"Touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me until I cum." He smiled.
"Ooh." He hummed in her ear. "Seems, easy enough, right? Since, I'm already touching you." He whispered, then put his lips to hers, and kissed her, speaking into the kiss. "I'm kissing you." He continued. He pulled her lip between his teeth. "And, now..."
She felt him pull his hips back, and the tip of his cock began pushing into her slowly. "Yes. Yes. Please."
"And now, you're allowed to use profanity, while I fuck the shit out of you!"
His entire body thrust forward into her. Hard, and deep. And she couldn't move because of the restraints. She couldn't adjust her body to him, and he took advantage of it. She didn't understand how compromising of a position she was in, until he was inside of her. He made it slow, and agonizing, understanding her body would naturally try to find comfort.
As her senses, increased her pleasure. She noticed the muscles in his thigh pressed against the inside of her thighs. Every hard muscle in his leg, pushing gently into her soft skin. The hair in his legs tickled her all the way up to his pubic area. Her shaved pussy felt every hair of his pubic region, and the slight friction, increased the erotic effect of what he was doing to her. But he was so neatly trimmed that, as he grinned into her, she could still feel the entirety of his shaft sliding in and out of her. Base to head. Every inch.
She lay, there, legs spread, and two strong legs pushing her legs apart, added to the resistance of her own inner thigh muscles.
There was something about how hard his body felt against hers. Up until their sweat melded their skin together, allowing her to feel him everywhere.
She yanked her arms when his teeth went back to her nipples. She had the overwhelming desire to dig her nails into his skin and rip him to pieces. From his dick, inside of her, to his motions dominating her, his skin holding her, and her nipples hardening in his mouth; she, was on sensory overload. Then he did it... he turned the cock ring vibrator on and she went wild under his body.
"Oh God. Stop. Stop it. I can't, handle this. Fucking stop... please...mmm." He caught her mouth into his own, and pressed his cock so deep into her, the ring vibrated her clit, with no pause. Her stomach began tightening. The feeling was overwhelming, and from her head to her toes, every muscle fought to push him off her, and free her clit of such direct stimulation. The vibration, tickled, and she didn't know if she had to pee, or not, but it wouldn't matter because he forced himself torturously, deep inside of her, without removing his lips from hers. He swallowed every scream, every moan. Until he pulled back.
"Stop fighting it. I want you to cum hard. Right now." He demanded watching her body shake. Her thighs shook so hard, the began squeezing his body and he pulled out and pushed back into her slowly, forcing the vibration to make her fight him. Bonnie began losing control of her leg muscles.
"Tell me, you filthy girl, what you want me to do." Damon looked at Bonnie's face and lifted the blindfold to see her eyes. When they made eyes contact, he sent her over the edge, and she started peaking.
"Oh God. Oh God. F-f-f-fuuuu-uhh-ck... m-m-m-m-mmeee." She stuttered through her orgasm, teeth chattering and eyes, rolling around their sockets.
"Good girl. Cum on Maestro. Tell me Schiavetto. You love my cock?" He loved watching her face and hearing her disgusting mouth.
"I l-l-love your f-fucking c-c-c-cock." The vibration of his cock ring was unnerving.
"Where does my cock belong?"
"In my p-p-p-pussy." She cried, her clit couldn't handle the nonstop vibration.
"In your pussy? I could've sworn that it wasn't your pussy." He thrusted hard, then stopped fucking her, and just let the straight vibration rest on her clit, making her weak. Then he pulled her blindfold back over her eyes.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Then tell me, who's pussy am I fucking?"
"My p-p-pussy belongs to you." Her breaths got heavier weighing on her soon to be orgasm.
"Say it! Maestro's pussy."
"Maestro's pussy." He put his lips in an 'O' shape, feeling overwhelmed with how she turned him on.
"Ooooh. Schiavetto. Say it again." Hard thrust, forcing her submission.
"Maestro's pussy." She cried. "No, D-D-Damon's pussy." She made him bite his lips.
"Fuck, Bonnie, you know what happens when you use my name. Be careful. I might break you in half." They didn't use each other's real name during sex. But in the rare occasion, if they did it, it set the other off immensely. "Who am I?" He demanded.
"Maestro." He thrusted again letting the vibrations, stimulate her directly.
"Who?" He yelled. "Who the fuck am I, Schiavetto!?" He cursed, and it was further aiding in her submission.
"MAESTRO- Oh God!" She screamed and moaned at the same time. "I wanna cum again. May I cum, please?"
"Yes. I give you permission to cum. Cum for me baby."
He covered her mouth with his own again swallowing every sound she made, but most importantly every breath she fought him for. Then, fucked her so hard and rough until she came again. He needed this feeling. The feeling that she relied on him for her pleasure. And, although he loved how she grabbed onto him for dear life, like her orgasm depended on it, and he lived for those moments, where she held him tight and he made her cum. This time, was different. This time, she was restrained, and though she couldn't grab him, her pussy muscles clenched his cock, her thighs squeezed him, and her upper body stiffened as the orgasm hit her... about three in a row. She couldn't even speak, but she nearly stuttered her breathes, and she came so hard she cried. When he took her blindfold off, she realized she was on the bed in his play house.
Her eyes fluttered, and he kissed her. "Welcome to our play house Sweet Pea."
"More like torturous dungeon you mean?"
"Come on, it can't be that bad." He noticed her getting sleepy, she was worn out. "It's time for me to pamper you now." He smiled. Her eyes shut in exhaustion. "Every inch of you, belongs to me. I'm going to bath you, while you relax."
"I don't want to bathe alone. Will you get inside the bath with me?"
"Only if you're inviting me. I'm supposed to pamper you. If I get in, it could change the course of action inside of the bath tub."
"Get inside with me. Please. We don't have to have sex. We can just talk." Sincerity from her eyes and her words. He couldn't deny her. He'd give her whatever she wanted.
"Okay, Sweet Pea."
oOo Damon oOo
Bonnie and I made dinner together again. I guess I don't mind being her kitchen bitch. Letting her order, me around actually turns me on. I never thought it could happen. Being turned on, by being ordered around by Bonnie, makes me look at her even more predatory. Something about giving her some control, just so I can take it right back makes my dick hard. But also, makes me want everything from her that she's willing to give me. She's all business in the kitchen, and I love how her mind works, when she's working. She so rigid and bitchy. I mean, Bonnie does bitch well. And, I know we are doing a little bit of role playing when I help her in the kitchen, but she plays the part well. I spilled Alfredo sauce on her foot, by mistake. She looked me in the eyes and told me to "Lick it off." I was about to laugh in her face until she rolled her eyes at me, and crossed her arms. Then she said, "Well, you incompetent little shit?" Lifting her foot to my chest, and I grabbed it in my hands and then... I fucking licked the Alfredo sauce off the top of her foot, like a little bitch. But it was worth it, to see her mouth drop open, for a second. She was in shock. Then she closed her mouth and yanked her foot out of my hand. I know it turned her on, watching me do it too. She turned and went about her business after that. I can't explain it. She was such a bitch. I wanted to put my dick in her mouth, and shut her up, but instead... I just did what she said. Because it turned me on. Then, we ate together, like no big deal. I sat next to her. We each had wine, and looked into each other's eyes, and flirted a little. Laughed a little. No, we laughed lot. We spoke about our work days, and cleaned the kitchen together. It was so abnormally, normal, and it felt like everything I never knew I wanted. I feel so selfish; I don't want to share her with this lifestyle sometimes.
"So, uh... I'm going to a lingerie fitting with Sarah later this week."
"Really?" His eyebrows raised and he smiled. "Why is that?"
"Well, we are having a girl's get together next week and it involves lingerie."
"Whoa whoa. Wait. So, you will be wearing lingerie for someone else?" He slowed down his excitement.
"Yes and no. I will be dressed for Sarah and Kat. We are taking a class."
"Oh, okay. What kind of class requires you to show my body to someone else?" He asked of her body, which he claimed ownership of. Staring at her face to face in the kitchen.
"It's a hard to explain. I'll tell you one day."
"Hell no. I want to know now." He demanded.
"No, baby. Trust me. This class will benefit you and me." An innocent smile crept onto her face.
"Poll dancing?" He wiggled his brows. Wrapping her arms around her waist and hugging her before lifting her body up to the counter top. He planted himself between her legs and stood before her.
"I can't tell you. But just know, it's for you." She said gently, tapping his nose with her finger, then kissing it.
"Okay. I trust you. But, can I get some fun selfies? Maybe a couple of nudes?"
"You want me to sext you?" She laughed. "I'll see. Depends if you're a good boy." Her eyes locked his flirtatiously.
"Oh, what's your definition of good boy?"
"Not you, you're a naughty boy, and I'm going to punish you." He didn't realize how she really meant those words.
"Pft. One day. If, I let you."
"One day, Maestro... you won't have a choice." She looked at him sweetly, and he stayed with his dark menacing glare trapping her eyes.
"Sweet Pea, even if I ever allow this to happen, I guarantee, you can't make me suddenly love being dominated. It won't happen. I'll let you try it, once, maybe twice to get it out of your system. That's it, Sweet Pea." He spoke seriously.
"Damon, baby... the day I take over, you're going to thank me for it. Or as you say, your body will thank me. Mark my words." He smirked sarcastically. "I'm just trying to figure what I'll have you call me, Mistress, Domina, Madam, Queen, Her Majesty... I have so much to think about." She grinned.
Damon looked at her, astonished that she'd put so much thought into something he didn't take seriously at all. Her Doming him? More went into it than she realized. Like what type of Dom she may be, or even the type of sub he might be. Was she a primal Dom, or a Dom who loved using equipment? Was she a punisher, or a pleaser? He didn't want to think too hard about it, because he got anxiety thinking about giving up control. The kitchen was one thing. The bedroom was another beast. Damon, never left his pleasure in the hands of any woman, and he wasn't sure he'd exactly allow Bonnie to do it. He just stared at her, and her eyes full of twinkle and determination. He changed the subject.
"Don't think I've forgotten that you agreed to be my dirty bitch very soon."
"How could I forget? You won't let me. I'm too convinced, you want to have an excuse to be rough with me."
"Well, soon here we need to advanced our punishment levels. You're ready for higher levels of torture and punishments."
"Is that so, what do you think I'm ready for Master?"
"For starters... You're ready for anal sex. You're ready for public role playing, you're ready for-"
"Anal sex?"
"Yes." He said unflinching.
"Voyeurism?"
"Sweet Pea. You don't want that."
"I left a very sexually deprived marriage, and lived ten years of my life, having only experienced 15% of the sex I can experience. I'm all in Damon. I gave you the keys to my cuffs. I trust you. I want to experience it all with you. Everything."
"Sweet Pea-"
"Baby- I trust you. My body, trusts you. My mind trusts you."
"And you're heart? Does your heart trust me?" Even if she loved Damon, her heart was still recovering from Kol. Loving someone, and trusting them, with not breaking your heart are totally different things. She could love him, but a part of her would always guard her heart. He wasn't feeling confident when she hesitated to answer. "Does your heart trust me?"
"Damon, I-"
"Do you trust me enough to tell you, I just want to be in a monogamous relationship with you and only you. Fuck all the craziness Sweet Pea. I want me and you. Yeah, I love this. I like Doming you. I like what we do together. But it's totally different now. It's not what it was before. It's different when you're in love with someone. I don't care about this, the way I used to."
"Damon, you introduced me to this. You opened my mind up, to this incredible lifestyle. Now you want to shut me out of it?" He became confused as she got a little defensive.
"No, that's not-" he became bothered as did she. "That's not what I'm saying at all."
"Then what are you saying, Damon?" Her eyes squinted in confusion. Damon rubbed both hands backwards through his hair, and then dropped them to rub downward on his face.
"Okay, listen. Umm." He put his hands on her, gripped her arms gently, and smiled, not wanting to fight. "I don't know how this went south, baby. I just want to forget about this conversation right now and go lay in bed with you. Can we do that, love? Can we go to bed? Just you and me, in the bedroom. Can I hold you and talk until we fall asleep?"
She wasn't sure how the exchange became a little heated on her end either, but she knew that, she needed to really consider what she and Damon were doing, and figure out if they wanted the same things. She let it go, also not wanting to fight. "Yeah. I'm sorry."
"No. I'm sorry." He caressed her cheek and looked her in the eyes. "I love you okay. I don't want to fight." His lips rushed hers gently and longingly. She was all he needed.
"Me either." They both smiled half-heartedly, and then he kissed her, wanting to carry her into the room. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing his neck and cheeks. They needed to turn, a heated moment into a passionate one.
But they both knew, this may have been the first, but not last time this conversation would be an issue.
"Did you turn your phone off?" He asked.
"Of course."
"I'm not sharing you tonight." He said seriously.
"You have my undivided attention Damon."
"I've gone so many years without you, and having you, now... I just feel a little selfish. I'm sorry. I would never keep you from anything. I promise, I just really value our time together." He sat her on his bed after crying her inside of his room.
"Don't apologize. I hate sharing you also." She spoke, keeping eye contact.
"I need to look into your face uninterrupted, and stare at your naked body, while we talk, until you fall asleep." He slowly began pulling her clothes off. Undressing her, and pulling his covers back. He scooted her back, and laid her down gently. Then he walked to the other side of the bed, undressed himself, lit a candle, and climbed in, pulling her to where she was about a foot away from him. Then he stared into her eyes, and spoke softly in the room filled with candle flickering light. "The night I met you, I... I knew more than you think."
"What do you mean?"
"Just, you had a pain in your eyes I'd never seen before. You held on to this protective, bitch thing going. Not that you were a bitch, because you weren't, but you were guarding yourself, rightfully so. Experiencing emotional trauma, in front of a stranger isn't easy." He wanted to tell her about being Kol's therapist, but her face was at such peace, he didn't want to do it right now. He wanted to find the right time, and right now wasn't the right time. He realizes, it has to be after she meets with a mediator. He didn't need her having the wrong idea of him while her and Kol had an opportunity to reconcile. He didn't want to push her back to Kol, because he knew Kol on a deeper level than she realized. Kol was toxic and not for Bonnie, but Damon, due to doctor patient confidentiality couldn't tell Bonnie everything he knew about Kol. And he knew it would make her feel betrayed by him. So, he had to wait, until things were closer to being finalized. "I wanted to just... hug you. But you didn't know me."
"It's safe to say, if you hugged me that night, while I might have pushed you, I also might have accepted it, as vulnerable as I felt in that moment. I'd never felt that vulnerable in my entire life. I never want to feel that way again." Her sadness hit her again, and he knew he was doing the right thing by waiting to tell her. All he ever wanted to do was protect Bonnie. He never wanted to make her feel the way Kol did. He'd never forget how hurt she looked that night. When it came to handling Bonnie's emotions he battled with being a therapist and being her boyfriend.
"I want you to understand something, I only ever want to make you happy."
She smiled demurely, bit her lip, and cupped his cheek. "You, make me happy, Damon. You, make me forget that I wanted children so badly. You make me want to be in love instead. In love with love. In love with the idea of what you and I can have. And since I know you don't want children, I guess... it makes it easier for me to forget about the idea."
He never said he didn't want them, he only said he never pictured his life with kids. That is, until he met her. She made Damon reconsider everything, even wanting to have children crossed his mind more often now. "I believe, everything, with us, is worth considering, one day."
"Maybe so. But, I want you right now. Just to enjoy what we have and make the most of it. I've never felt this before and this feeling, is worth holding on to for a while."
"Okay. Just remember, I have somethings to tell you, but... I want to wait until... the emotional stress of your divorce is almost over. I want to wait, because... you mean so much to me."
"Okay Damon. I trust you." Her hand still on his cheek. He grabbed her gently and pulled her into him, kissing her breathless. He pulled back to look in her eyes. Through the little light from the flickering flame. He started lighting candles when he and Bonnie started spending nights together. He watched as her eyes slowly shut, and he didn't put the candle out. He slept with her and let the flame burn itself out.
He and Bonnie were so deeply penetrated inside of one another, it was the most intricate connection either of them, had ever had. His arm held her waist, and his finger gently stroked the bare skin of her back. Loving how his skin felt, on her skin. He fell in love with all the possibilities their relationship had potential for. Every. Single. Possibility. He lay silently, watching her sleep, softly breathing, until he fell asleep himself.
oOo
Kol picked up his phone. Lying awake unable to get Bonnie off his mind, and how she may have been making love to Damon at this very moment. He dialed her number, which went straight to voicemail.
"Bonnie. Listen..." he paused. "Uhhh. Gosh, what do I even say to the only woman I've ever loved. I know, that what I did is unforgivable. I do." He cleared his threat, after a cry almost came out. "But, uh... I just want to meet up. Please. In a public place, I don't care. I need to see you and apologize. For everything. Tell you some things, and let you know some things. Especially about Damon Salvatore. I mean, this isn't about him. It's about me owing you my life and being the worst husband in the world. I never wanted to hurt you, but...I can't take it back. Please. Please call me back and let me do what's right for once. Please... I owe you. I love you."
He hung up.
It was going to be a waiting game now.
First of all, if you read my rant. I appreciate it. I am maybe far too emotionally attached to Bonnie Bennett's character. Now for the chapter… I hope you liked it.
With Bonnie's help, Kat has a Revelation about how much Elijah means to her. Bonnie plans a girl's night, involving Sarah. She gets personal with Davina. Andie, is a divisive woman, and trying to get Kol to ruin Damon, (who's day job was revealed) and sabotage he and Bonnie. Damon and Bonnie begin realizing their relationship can go a million different ways; but do they want to go in the same direction. Kol makes a phone call, that could lead to a conversation with Bonnie that could hurt her and Damon.