Black Velvet
Chapter 20 - Dommy knows Best!
R-M Mature themes, activities, conversations
So, I added a little more Kalijah this chapter. Because I know I have a few Kalijah readers. Delving into three relationships now for this story, but BAMON is still the main pairing. Please enjoy this update, lovies.
"Stop clenching. The more relaxed you are, the easier it'll be." He smacked her ass. "I said loosen up." He demanded. At this point she bit her lip, and relaxed her body. "Atta girl."
Bonnie hummed as the second and third head slid into her effortlessly. Her Maestro was ever so delicate with her. He couldn't help but to take his time; for the reward would be a submissive, crumbling Schiavetto, at his mercy. She was worth the patience; his dick would thank him for it.
"You're doing good, Schiavetto."
"Am I, really?" She asked sarcastically.
"Yes. You make me proud." He smiled, knowing he was getting under her skin. He took his time from pushing beads into her to answer his phone as it rang. She felt him shuffling around his inner jacket pocket for it.
He better not answer it. He better not fucking- No he didn't!
"Hello... yes." She became annoyed. "Okaaaaay. And?"... That's not my problem, my reservations have been made for weeks. The mistake was made by your concierge." She tried wiggling some, but he stood directly behind her and put both of his feet on the inside of hers to keep her from closing her legs. Then he took his finger a couple inches below her "bead insert" and proceeded to tickle her fancy. "Sweetheart, I'm really sorry that you guys double booked, but I'm a very loyal consumer, and I know the owner personally... Yes. Of course, I appreciate that." He became slightly quiet as if he'd been put on hold, then realized he needed his other hand. Before licking her off of his fingers, he pinched her clit making her drop her head to the counter top causing a loud thump.
Fuck.
He giggled, and looked at his watch, checking the time, when the person reappeared on the other end of the phone. Bonnie rolled her eyes, and after Katherine's words, and advice, she had basically not eaten all day, and started eyeing a juicy yellow and green apple sitting a few inches away from her on the island countertop. The moment she heard him begin speaking again she rolled her eyes.
Fuck it, I'm hungry.
He grabbed the apple and took a bite of the crisp, deliciousness. Bent over the counter, ass puckered, and pointed, sweetly in the air for him.
Oh, God. Yes. This apple...
This apple was an orgasm right now. She took another bite and she could barely hear anything he was saying, until blah, blah, blah... "I really appreciate that. I accept your apology." At this point she was so done with him. First, starving, then anal beads, now... talking during a lesson of the day.
He's got me fucked up. He really does. Damn this apple is so fucking amazing.
Bonnie no longer used curse words in Damon's presence unless, of course, he told her she could talk dirty. She refrained, from doing any cursing outside of her own head. As she savored the only thing her mouth had tasted all day, besides his saliva, she didn't even realize when the next two beads just casually slid inside of her. In fact, he took advantage of her apple eating orgasm, that he did it once more.
"That apple good?"
"So good." She hummed. He pulled the apple out of her hand, and whispered in to her ear deeply, and lowly.
"But, I need you to pay attention as I stick these final two beads in your ass. Because I'm not here to make it easy for you." Then, he took a bite of her apple as he pushed another bead into her. At this point she clenched. It was all he needed to give her another good...
SMACK! On the ass.
"Ahhh." And as she screamed the final bead slid into her, and she didn't even realize it, because she was agonizing over his hand welt, left on her ass. Yes, his slaps became firmer, his smacks were more stinging, and his punishments less soft. And no matter what, he got her wetter every time.
"Beautiful, baby. This hand print will probably be there for a couple of hours. Luckily, I will be giving you more, by the time this wears off. But, good news... Maestro's all finished."
He stood her up and put the remaining portion of her apple to her mouth, and she bit it, to keep calm. Yes, she was starving, and the apple was delicious. They looked each other in the eyes, and while she chewed he watched, waiting for the right moment to interrupt her chewing with a kiss. And he did, eating her chewed up apple. She didn't even fight him, because there was always a method to his madness. He ate the apple right out of her mouth. "Applesauce." He whispered. "You know, you love someone, when you can eat their chewed-up food." He kissed her cheek, smiled, and lead her out. "The night awaits us."
oOo
"I can't believe, were doing this?"
"What, moving in together? We are getting married. Why wouldn't we?"
"Because, my Keeper... I don't even share space with my twin, and I haven't since we're little. Remember, our parents divorced and she went with one parent and I the other?" Kat sat her purse on his counter top, and opened his fridge.
"Darling, I do not like the way you just toss your belongings around. Please put that way."
Kat looked at him, paused and rolled her eyes. "And this is what I'm talking about. Living with you will be absolute... annoyance with the rules. And I can't have that. We need to compromise on things."
"We will."
"Seriously. We are moving into your place, because it's bigger. You have this large mansion in the Hills, and I'm in a condo in the city. But, I can't just live under your thumb."
"What's mine is yours Kitten. When you move in, it'll be our home. We will compromise." He walked towards her and she backed away, until she saw him grab her purse. "But for now, since, you haven't completely moved in, and sold your condo... my rules. And this purse, gets put away." He handed her the purse, and she reluctantly, and begrudgingly grabbed it.
"Fine." She walked it, to the closet, because she wasn't going, all the way upstairs, the moment she walked in the door. He watched her carry it, sassily, and followed her. After she put her purse away, he was on her tail. "Just promise me, we won't become one of those boring married couples, that never has sex." She laughed, walking away. The second she turned he surprised her. "Elijah!"
Debonair looks were deceiving, these days. He was much more neurotic than ever before. "What did you just call me, Kitten?"
"Nothing."
"I distinctively heard my birth name. Last I checked..."
"Sorry, I thought we were... going to be getting more casual with the name thing." Her tone became very quiet.
"Sure... Casual... I guess." He pushed her back against the wall. The proximity of their faces, was almost, within a breath's reach of each other. "Something, I need to get used to I guess."
"It'll take time." She breathed out. He looked down at her, and she was excited inside. "You're always going to be my-" his mouth covered hers. And he ripped her shirt off. "That was Dolce and Gab-"
"Now it's a piece of cloth, that you paid all that money for." He growled. His forehead against hers.
"What's gotten into you, lately? We both know, I'm the aggressor."
SLAP!
He stunned her. He hadn't smacked her face in a while. "You - talking back... this is a problem." She bit her lip, holding her cheek. "Turn around, Kitten. Turn around and remove your panties." She looked at him surprised. He was one of those Doms, that had a soft spot for his Sub. He loved her Sass, and her need, and he fed into giving her everything her way.
Before.
Lately, he has been more about himself. And, about himself, meaning, a selfish, lover, who'd made plans to start edging her until she was completely moved in. He knew she was taking her time, not wanting to give up her independence, and in doing so, he had his own plans for her. Something, he had yet to make her aware of. Kat, slowly, pulled her panties down, and he held her face against the wall.
"Keeper, may I-"
"Do not speak."
He grabbed the panties, and stuffed them into his pocket. He then pressed his chest to her back, and licked two of his fingers, moving them towards her lady parts. He rubbed her, slowly, in a circular motion, and listened to her breath quietly. He whispered into her ear with his muffled, accent..."Poke your ass out." She did, as she was told. "Beautiful. Now, put your left hand to the crotch of my pants, and unzip." Slowly, Kat lowered her hand to his pants, and she felt the zipper, fumbling with it until it finally unzipped. "Good girl, now, pull my cock out." Hearing him say cock made her squeal slightly. She put her hands in his pants, realizing, he wasn't wearing boxers. "Grab it, and stroke it... little kitten." His mouth pressed to her ears, spoke ever so gently to her. She grabbed his girthy flesh and wrapped her hand around it. Slowly, she stroked it, and as she continued, he continued to rub her into submission. "Faster, baby." He continued to whisper, and bit her lip, feeling more and more turned on. "Wow, Kitten, your pussy is juicy. Listen to the sound, of your juices, as I rub your pretty little clit. You like that?"
"Oh fuck." She moaned, loving the sound of pussy flesh being yanked form left to right slowly, as he jerked her while she jerked him.
"I asked you a question."
"Yes. I love the sound of you making me wet."
Elijah gritted his teeth. "Tell me what it does to you, while you stroke my cock, faster." He demanded.
"It makes me horny for you. I want you inside of me... any way you want to be inside of me, my ass, my mouth, my pussy, and I wanna cum. I love your fat dick baby. I need it inside of me."
"Why?"
"Because you're the best. Your so fucking good. I love the feeling of us, fucking. It's my favorite thing in the world. And I'll even stuff it down my throat, and choke on it, because I love taking care of you. Oh gosh, Keeper, make me feel good. I'm so wet for you baby."
"Stroke me harder!" He yelled. Her small hand moved as fast as it could, and now harder than before. Her long fingers, tickled the tip of his dick while she stroked. "Faster."
"Mhhhmmm." She moaned giving into his demands as he stuffed two fingers inside of her... she was about to cum and he pulled out. "Don't stop please!"
"Want me to continue, rubbing your pussy or finger fucking you?"
"Rub it, fuck it... just don't stop." He put his fingers to her, and moved again. "Yesss, Keeper. Baby. Oh my gosh. Yes. Keep going. I love it. I love it." And as she screamed, he began to cum.
"Holy hell!" He yelled as his juices shot on the cheeks of her ass, and he released everything, from feeling her sassy attitude. Then, when he felt her hitting her peak, and screaming more, in his praise. He stopped. Again.
"No." she stood in pause, desperate, for him.
"Oh, my kitten." He smiled. "That was amazing. Thank you." He kissed her cheek, pulled his pants up, zipped them, then casually walked away. "Thank you, Kitten."
"Keeper, baby?"
"It's your lesson for today. You won't Sass me. And you damn sure, won't take forever to move into my place. Because, baby, I will edge you until you can't handle it."
"So, you're challenging my behavior... with sexual punishments?"
"Yes, Kitten. There's a new Keeper in town. And he won't be taking your shit!" He headed up stairs. "Going to shower my love. See you in a bit." He left his lady love, standing there, needing to release that pressure. "And, if you're wondering... no, you may not masturbate."
She looked down, angry, realizing, not only did he withhold, but he ripped her new Dolce and Gabbana shirt.
oOo
Stefan leaned back into the sofa trying to keep his eyes open. Sarah had just gotten the kids to bed less than an hour ago and it was in time to eat dinner with her husband and kids. For a couple of weeks now, he'd been coming before the kids had to be to school, and not leaving til they went to bed. So, while they were at school he worked, but spent his off time helping them with homework and takin them to practice and rehearsals, and giving Sarah a little break by taking on his dad duties.
She was finishing up putting Sebastian to bed, with his favorite bear. And as she headed out to the living room, she saw his head falling backwards hitting the back top of the couch. She giggled, waking him up.
"Whahh whaahhaapn?" He tried pretending he was awake.
"Oh stop. You were just asleep. Here, I know you're tired, let me get you a blanket."
"Uh, no, I should probably get going. I'm exhausted, and the stupid thing, is by the time I get home, I'll be wide awake."
"Stefan, why don't you just, stay the night, tomorrow is Saturday. Neither of us work. You can sleep in as long as you want."
He hit his hand on his forehead, and sighed in exhaustion. "Damn, you know, I knew you did a lot. And I knew, I should've always done more... but me having respect for you before, was nothing compared to now. Having been here a couple weeks sun up to sun down before and after work, I'm tired. These kids keep me busy. Between practices, rehearsals, potty training, and homework, I'm definitely tired. How do you do this?"
"Stefan, I just do. I'm a mother. My life, is, my kids."
"Crazy. I don't know what that's like. I mean, my mother was there, but I was Seth and Sophia's age or maybe slightly older when she left. And, she never did it all on her own. We had nannies, and a plethora of people around us. We were signed up for every academic program, volunteer and sporting teams. Our parents were rich." He spoke calmly and slowly waking up. "I never told you this, but, we grew up, really privileged, but neglected. My father, had a very wealthy family, and my mother's family were coming up in society. Her family, were more charitable philanthropists. My father, had a reckless lifestyle. Booze, drugs, women. Too many women to count. I probably have iligitamte siblings out there somewhere I don't know about. That's how bad he was. Anyways, he was inheriting my grandfather's fortunes, but my grandfather said he needed to, ya know... basically, he gave him the entire spiel about getting his life together, starting a family and marrying "a good girl" so that he could trust, in my father to be responsible, to take care of things."
"Wow, Stefan. So, your parents were arranged?"
"Yeah. But, her being the "good girl" was really for show. They were on display as dating for about six months. My dad used and abused her. She was a virgin when she met my dad, and... Apparently, he raped her on their wedding night, because he was so drunk at the reception, he couldn't control himself."
"Oh, God, Stefan, that's awful. I'm so sorry."
"I'm not sure the truth behind it. But you know, family talks. She'll never tell it, but Damon was conceived out of that consummation. It made my mom and his relationship a weird one. She could almost hardly look at him the first few years of his life. And after that, she really was estranged in his upbringing, making the nannies take care of him."
"Wow, no wonder he's got so much hostility towards her. Did it ever change?"
"Well, one day, my mom could no longer hide how my dad abused her. Cheated on her, hit on her, whatever. She just couldn't stop crying one day, and somehow, Damon stood up to my dad, and made my dad walk away for the first time. After that, she had to realize, that every time she looked at Damon, even though she was reminded of the way he was conceived, he wasn't the same monster, Giuseppe was. And she really tried to make up for things, but she just wasn't a natural, at being a mother; as it was forced upon her. And we were a happy family for a few years. Then Giuseppe just, couldn't change. And one day she decided she could no longer take it and she left. So, the upbringing of me and my brother, wasn't a close-knit family, like you and your parents. I mean, your parents..."
"Adopted me. I don't know my real parents Stefan. But yes, my parents, that raised me were amazing."
"And I'm grateful for them, because I had this shitty, upbringing. And because of that, I may be realized too late, I couldn't just be a dead beat forever. But you, you have made me wanna fight for not just being a better dad, Sarah; but being a better husband. My dad was horrible at both. I refuse to be him."
"Oh Stefan. You're nowhere near what your parents were. You always loved these kids, you just, tried providing and overly providing for them to make up for not spending time with them. And I always felt your fear when you panicked from being left alone with them." She sat down on the couch, next to him and rubbed the back of his head, putting her fingers through his thick, brown hair. All she could offer is comfort. But he turned to her, and with a tear in one eye that refused to fall.
"Thank you, baby. You love me. And you love our kids. You're a phenomenal woman and mother. And all I want to do; is be the man you need. I'm so grateful to you. And I promise to be better." He looked her in the eyes, and she pulled him in for a hug. Her arms wrapped gently around his body and she pulled his face into her neck. She loved to feel him breathing against her.
"Stefan, I will always love you, and our kids. Nothing will ever change that." She smiled at him. "I'm sure, I have some of your old pajama pants in the room, why don't you come change and we'll watch a movie together."
"Are you sure?"
"I mean, the kids would love to see you here in the morning, and we could make breakfast together, and I don't know... I guess-"
"Yeah. I'd love to."
"Great." She said nervously. "I have no idea why this feels so brand new to me."
"Because it is. For both of us." She got up, and they walked into the bedroom and changed, then back out to the couch. When he sat down, she went into the kitchen for about five minutes, while he picked a movie. When she emerged, she had a big bowl of popcorn and two beers.
"Yay or nay?"
"Could you be more perfect for me?" He furrowed his brows at her.
"Well, it all depends, what movie did you pick?"
"Midnight in Paris."
"You remembered?" She smiled.
"You mean that you like creepy ass Woody Allen movies? Yes. I remembered. Besides, it's an unconventional romance plot."
"Okay. Then I guess, since you asked could I get any more perfect..." she handed him his popcorn and beer. Then pulled out a small box of whoppers. His eyes lit up.
"You still buy candy, and hide it? You'd never know with those perfect teeth."
"Yeah, well my parents are dentists, so..." she laughed. "I'm an awful mom. I know."
"No. You're not." He kissed her forehead. "This is perfect. It's kind of like date night. We brought the movie theater to us." He leaned back, opened his legs moving her between them and put his arms around her waist, while she fed them both.
oOo
The restaurant was filled with patrons enjoying the dinner from a seemingly natural point of view. Damon went full Dom tonight. He ordered Bonnie's food, and drinks for her. And the drinks were coming regularly.
"I find it funny, that this is our first public outing, and yet, it feels like we've been together for years." Her eyes twinkled at him when she spoke.
"Well, you were starved for so long, that by the time I came along, I more than fed you. You're a bit full on me."
She bit her lip, shaking her head. He was absolutely right. She used her fork in a down moment of conversation and grabbed a bit of lobster to put to her lips. She ate nervously, because he watched her carefully. Although they'd cooked for each other, and eaten in front of each other plenty of times, Damon was specifically starved tonight, and his food wasn't doing it. They hadn't had sex since he attempted to put it in her ass a week ago. All he had done, all week, was prepare her for it. Gadgets, and fingers, and toys all week. So, not only was he in desperate need of her body, but she was in desperate need of his.
But they'd be damned this date, in public wasn't as real as it could be. So, they continued to speak and flirt.
"So, Sarah spoke to me about she and Stefan heading to your mom's place this weekend with the kids."
"Oh, well, good for them."
"Yeah, I was also told the invite was extended to you and me."
"Hmm, was it?" He kept eating and raised his hand for the waitress to send another round of drinks. Bonnie watched him, avoid her topic. But, she kept going, in hopes he'd eventually say something.
"I think that, we should go."
He gave her an unknowing, annoyed look. "Why is that?"
"Do I really need to give you a reason?"
"You don't have to do anything. You don't have to wonder about it, let alone bring it up." He snapped softly. She sat up, feeling slightly defensive. Just as he recognized her facial muscles tense up, he leaned back in his seat. "Let's just keep it easy tonight okay." He said with a firm voice and a stiff face. She didn't see this look often. It came when he was incredibly angry and didn't have the words.
"I'm not used to this." She said with some attitude.
"To what! ...Bonnie?"
"We are, in this relationship. Or whatever it is-"
"It's a relationship. Don't be silly."
"Don't call me silly."
"Then stop being silly." He said, forcing her to stiffen up and glare at him something awful.
"I'm not used to being in a relationship, where my partner is closed off about family issues and refuses to let me in, or help."
"I don't need help. Lily... the woman who gave birth to me is dying. I will not be her redemption. Nor, will I be arranging her funeral. How would you like it, if I tried you to help you patch things up with Kol."
"He's not my mother."
"But, he inflicted a deep level of unrepairable hurt. I wouldn't even think to ask you to sit, to face with him." Just at the perfect moment, two more glasses of drinks came to their table. He smiled at the waitress, politely, grabbed both glasses, and hands her, hers. "Drink." He said. He was becoming slightly more demanding as the relationship progressed. She realized his dominance, was very executive, whereas she was more of an organized personality type, but she could tell he held much restraint, when they dealt with each other, because her natural, personality was combative to his type. He clenched his jaws, until she lifted the glass.
Out of reluctance, she put the glass to her lips and drank, but in her frustration, she drank, until the glass was empty. She watched his arm lift signaling another round, and she licked her lips, savoring the flavor of the drink.
Was that the second or third drink? Fuck if I know.
Bonnies body began to relax, even as her mind was tensing. The drinks were sat at the table, and she was in no mood to finish her food, the appetite she had was gone. "Your body temperature is rising, Schiavetto."
"Slightly." Her quiet snare, made him smirk. Was she trying to challenge him?
"Hmm." He noticed her slight attitude. "I want you to take your hair down."
She gave him a smirk, and took a sip of her drink. But when he stares at her unblinking, she shook her head in confusion. "You're, joking, right?"
"No." he said with a straight face.
"My hair, took forever to do. There are countless bobby pins in here, and curls, and if I take it down-"
"Do it." He stated firmly.
As her eyes widened, she couldn't believe him. "You're crazy."
"I am. Take your hair down, because that is what I told you to do."
"Why?"
"No, you don't ask questions. You just do as I say."
"Well, Pft. No." She was a rambunctious, defiant brat when she needed to be.
"Oh, really?" He nodded his head, stuck his bottom lip out, a bit sarcastically, gave her the Oh, really? face, and pushed himself out of his chair. Then he stood up and walked to her side of the table. He pulled her chair out. "Get up." He said lowly, but again, firmly. She was really debating, what to do, out of stupidity. Right now, wasn't the moment to have an ego. She stood up, and he gently whispered into her ear. "Take your ass in the bathroom, and let your hair down." She looked at him for two seconds, and those blue sparklers were menacing, and dark. She rolled her eyes at him, then slowly headed towards the bathroom. Her purse and cell phone were left at the table. He sat back down, for five seconds before hearing a vibration from within, and going into her purse. He pulled something out and then held on to it.
...
Bonnie walked into the bathroom and completely almost lost her cool. She started feeling around her head for bobby pin after bobby pin. She took them out one at a time, after carefully having placed them in their just a couple of hours ago. She looked around, noticing what a beautiful bathroom it was, but at the same time, she was taking her hair down. Women, left and right we're coming in and out of the bathroom, wondering what she was doing. She was embarrassed, taking her hair down. Her outfit didn't call for her hair to be down. She was elegant and her hair showcased her earrings. And the backless portion of her dress. And her high collared dress also, required an up hairdo, or she knew she'd burn up. As a woman stood beside her she was glancing at Bonnie, in curiously.
"Bad hair day?"
"Um, you could say that." She grinned dimly.
"Well, if it makes a difference, I saw you outside, and I thought it was beautiful."
"Aww, well, thank you." Just at that moment, Damon walked into the bathroom, wearing all black everything, and a grin to make any woman's panties wet; causing the older woman to gasp. He looked at Bonnie then the woman. The woman just stares, in shock. She clutched her purse, and hurried to dry her hands.
"Oh my God, you can't-" Damon interrupted Bonnie, putting his finger to her mouth. When she tried to walk past him, he grabbed her around her waist, letting the older woman leave. Once she was gone, he pulled Bonnie into a bathroom stall, and shut it. "What are you doing?"
"Look what I found in your purse." He pulled a bullet out of his pocket and showed her. Her eyes went wide, and she didn't speak. "Oh, nothing to say?" He smirked.
"It's just a vibrator."
He pinned her against the wall, and spoke into her face. "I said, no toys, or fun outside of our playtime. Right?"
"Yes. But, it was a gag gift from-"
"You're not allowed to have orgasms without Me."
"If you let me explain-"
"Naughty, naughty, girl." He quickly lifted the bottom of her dress, and held her body against his. "I'm going to spank you. Five times. Hard." He emphasized hard, with tightened lips. "Because this is considered defiance. Okay?"
"Yes."
"Don't, you fucking scream." Just then another person walked into the bathroom, from what they heard. She looked at Damon with pleading eyes, and he looked her right in the eyes, before delivering the first swat.
SMACK!
The sting and the sound echoed in the bathroom. No doubt the person in the bathroom heard it. But he didn't wait long for the second one.
SMACK!
He did it just as hard, and loud. Her head collapsed into his chest, and her hands clutched his jacket lapels, while her teeth damn near chewed her lips off.
SMACK!
Another person walked in, or did the other person walk out? She couldn't tell. "Look at me when I spank you." He forced her eyes back up to his. Then he became twice as intense. He just locked eyes with her, taking in every bit of energy she was giving him. And again, once in a while, a dominant, had to remind his submissive, he was the one with the control. So, he took the glance, and swallowed her whole.
SMACK!
Her eyes still on his, but her lips quivered. He was so good at this, she couldn't imagine she would ever be in this place. But... he was her dominant. And she trusted him. All she could think to avoid the pain, was how his suit and cologne, contradicted his behavior.
A gentleman, my ass.
SMACK!
He watched her jawline as she swallowed, the pain. At this point, she could tell the other person or two, could hear the commotion in her small room. Her ass stung. He delivered all five smacks on one cheek. Then he rubbed her ass softly after that, whispering into her quivering lips. "Is your pussy wet?"
"Yes." She said lowly.
"You aching for me?"
"Yes." She shook out, in a weak breath.
"Turn around." She turned around and he placed each of her hands one at a time onto the wall before her. Then he stood as closely to the back of her as he could. He started speaking dirty to her in her ear, slowly, pulling beads out of her, one at a time.
"Oh God!" She whined out, loudly. He put his other hand over her mouth, and pulled out a second bead. "Hmmm." She hummed. The water in the bathroom just kept running, like the people washing their hands didn't want to leave, they wanted to know what was happening. Another bead was out, and Bonnie about lost her senses. "Ohmmm." She moaned into the palm of his hand.
"You want to cum baby. Want me to touch your pussy?"
"Yes." She nodded her head, while he released two fingers from her mouth so she could speak.
Then the water finally shut off and Bonnie became very quiet, as did the echoing bathroom. You could hear a pin drop. But Damon wasn't done with her. He pushed the beads back into her, very slowly, confusing her. "Well, get back out there, and be a good girl, and maybe, I'll let you cum later." He whispered in her ear. Then he opened the door while a nosy woman stood there, "drying" her hands, for a while. Bonnie adjusted her dress, and her hair. Damon, looked at the woman, who watched them in shock. "She was feeling sick, she needed my help."
The woman was nodding her head as if she'd believe anything that came out of his mouth. Then she looked at Bonnie and winked, before heading out. Bonnie shook her head in the mirror at Damon. "I can't believe you did that."
"I offer no apologies. Because as I have always said, the harder the punishment the grander the reward." He smiled, before letting her finish her hair in the bathroom. He ran his fingers through his own once or twice and walked out of the bathroom before her. Then he waited for her at the table to pull her chair out. She had already started on her drink, after she looked noticing people noticed their absence.
"They're all staring at us."
"Yeah. They are."
"They know what we did."
"They don't. But, if they did, trust me, they just wish they had the balls to do whatever they think we did." He couldn't help but to smile at her. "By the way, I threw your toy away."
"I can't believe you went through my purse."
"Well, I knew I was going to follow you in the bathroom. I wanted to make sure you had nothing of value in it before I left it here. Which reminds me..." he took her phone out of his pocket and handed it to her.
"Thanks, I guess." She checked it, and noticed a phone call from Kol. He must've called during dinner. Obviously, Damon hadn't been spying on her or he would've seen that. "So, you didn't go through my phone?"
"No, who do I look like, Kol?" She looked at him like he had no right. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I just know, he did that kind of thing?"
"How did you know that, I don't remember telling you that?"
He didn't know what to say, sometimes he couldn't remember the difference between what Bonnie told him, and what Kol actually admitted to in his therapy sessions. Right now, was one of those moments that he wasn't sure. He could easily come clean now, or continue waiting for what he felt was the right moment. Once again, he chose the latter.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure you brought it up before." Damon told her. She had to think a minute, but didn't want to focus on a Kol, so she just let it go.
"Oh."
"Regardless, bringing him up was stupid of me. I'm sorry, okay?"
"Okay." She sighed thinking about everything. "I just can't wait til this is all finalized. As soon as he signs the papers, I'll no longer be Bonnie Mikaelson."
He watched her, as her phone vibrated. She glanced quickly and put it in her purse. He didn't want to be "that guy" but, it was sort of late. He let it go. Maybe it was Kat, he told himself. They sat, and the next round of drinks, Bonnie drank, before Damon.
"I haven't really drank, since Kat's birthday party. I feel like I'm getting tipsy."
"Good."
"I know your motives, are to relax me tonight."
"Maybe." He just watched her, most of the night, almost as if his appetite was being fulfilled just staring at her. One thing about Damon, was he had the I'm going to fuck you into submission stare, down pact.
Under the table she lifted her foot, and put it between his legs. He could feel she'd removed her shoe. Her toes made it to his manhood, and she wiggled her toes just right where his package rested comfortably. Damon adjusted himself, letting her foot, do its work. And they carried on casual conversation, while she fondled his dick.
"So, how was your class?"
"Such an eye-opener."
"Really?" He turned his lips upside down and shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose, you still feel this urge to be an aggressor, because I'm okay with that once in a while. Not so much a dominant. There's more to dominance than you understand."
"Maybe. But imagine, yourself being submissive to me one day. Ya know? Imagine the power, in your submitting. It would make you that much more understanding as a dominant. To try it once. Let yourself just go, and trust me." At this point he grabbed her foot, and began messaging pressure points.
Bonnie tensed up while he was forcing her to relax. She tried to take her foot back and he held it in a grip and kept massaging it. She relaxed against her will, wanting to lay out, while he massaged her. She bit her lip, as he relived her pressure. He is good with his hands. "No, you see... I just tried to let you dominate a little with your foot, and like I knew I would, I took over. Which is what would happen if I ever agreed to a night of submission. I could see myself taking over. And that is what I like about being a dominant. I just take control, when I want it."
Bonnie slightly moaned at her foot message. Damon loved controlling her body. "I just want you to know, that your pussy is my temple. Nothing will change the fact that I will worship it everyday, forever. She smiled adoringly at him.
But, I think I should give you fair warning, that I'm going to fuck you in the ass tonight."
Bonnie gulped her drink so hard, the woman couple at the next table heard her take a hard swallow. Prompting her to believe, they'd heard Damon as well. Women in the restaraunt, just watched her. Either out of envy or disgust. But she didn't care; she needed more drinks if she was getting a visitor at the back entrance of her temple tonight.
Once he was finished massing her foot. She put her shoe back on. "This place is lovely." She tried changing the subject.
"And now, I'm ready to leave."
oOo
Kat sat on Elijah's couch with her legs kicked up holding about five bridal magazines. She was flipping through pages and marking things she loved. She was figuring out her full color scheme, because simply just hot pink and platinum wouldn't do.
"What's another good color, I can use Keeper, baby?"
"What do you mean, Kitten?"
"I mean, most weddings have at least three colors in the color scheme."
"Do they?" He asked skeptically, going through paper work for business. Sitting near her, because she permitted he start doing work as close to her as possible when she was at his house, as they needed to discuss wedding plans twenty-four-seven. "I wasn't aware of that. Why would I be aware of such a thing?"
"Because, you're getting married. It's important, you understand the basics. And honestly, I can't have platinum flowers, so, I need another color to go with a hot pink. White seems boring. I was thinking, either pale pink, or bright yellow. That would be cute, right? Bright colors." She thought to herself holding swatches together. Kat wasted no time, started preparations.
"Sure, Kitten."
"Is that a, "Sure, Kitten," because you agree? Or a "Sure, Kitten," what ever you want? Or was it a "Sure, Kitten," to shut me up?"
"Yes, sweetheart, it was one of those." He said not removing his rimmed-glass eyes from his paperwork. While he continued working she stopped all she was doing and stare at him.
"Wrong answer, Keeper. Answer me."
"Sure, Kitten. What is it?" He asked obliviously.
"Oh, My God, are you listening? This is ridiculous."
"What Kitten?" He exclaimed.
"I asked you a question."
"Well, what was it?"
"Hmmm." She angrily huffed. "Elijah, don't do that. Don't start the whole, my girlfriend is talking and I'm not listening thing. Don't be that guy."
"I'm not Kitten. I simply, have a sufficient amount of work to do. How do you suppose I give you, you're dream wedding? I'm working on a deal now, with Damon and his brother. This, could be very promising baby. Now, wouldn't you want this for us?"
"Sure, I want your successes. But not at the cost of our relationship. Is that all you care about, money?"
"Of course, I care about money. I've gone my entire life, and I've never, not had money. And the chances are, that you will ask me a question about my opinion, and then not listen to it what-so-ever. You'll just do what you want anyways." He sighed, shaking his head, knowing her better than she knew herself.
"That's not true. Give me more credit than that. Keeper baby, I'm here trying to include you on the planning of this wedding. Why does it seem like you're going to do the typical guy thing, and hand it all to me?"
"That's not it, Kitten. I'm sorry. I was neglecting your needs. Now tell me, what is it you were trying to say?"
"Okay. I was saying, weddings usually have a color scheme with three or more colors. I only have two. Platinum and Hot pink."
"Okay, so what is your dilemma?"
"I need a third color! Somewhere between pale pink, and bright yellow. Well not bright more like a sunshine, color. Well..." she stopped to think. "Sunflower yellow would look beautiful with hot pink right."
"There it is, sunflower yellow. Sounds like a plan to me." He kissed her head and went back to reading.
"Nahhh, sunflower yellow is so particular, it would need to be matched with brown or green. I'm not having brown or green involved in the wedding." He kept reading while she spoke. "I do like marigold. That's a beautiful golden color. What do you think?"
"Sure, Marigold, sweetie, it sounds beautiful."
"Crap, but you know what?"
He rolled his eyes, lowered his glasses and looked at her, "What is it darling?"
"The color has to look great on Bonnie. And sunflower looks amazing on Bonnie."
"Bonnie?"
"Yes, my maid-of-honor. She will be the only one wearing yellow and he other girls in pink. Yellow is my filler color. But I don't want Bonnie dressed like the other girls."
"Other girls?"
"Yes, my bridal party baby. Elena, Rebekah, and Haley."
"I see. Well, I personally like a pale yellow on Bonnie, I think it would suit her."
"You know nothing about colors. She has green eyes, and pale yellow would make her green eyes look hazel. And hazel is too close to brown, which is my eye color. So, when we take bridal party pictures, it wouldn't fair well, with the color scheme. She would need, Marigold, or Sunflower. Why did I even ask you? You have no idea what you're talking about."
"Kitten, seriously, what is sunflower and marigold?" He asked sarcastically. "I have no idea. I just know yellow. I said pale yellow to seem as if I knew what I was talking about. All to pacify your neediness right now, while I require some reading of these contracts. So yes, I'm sorry I have no clue. Yellow. Of any shade looks good on Bonnie, the other girls would look nice in pink, I suppose."
"Hot pink! Oh my God, do you not listen to anything? And no every shade of yellow is not the same. I need Bonnie in a brighter color for her green eyes. This will all matter twenty years from now in my timeless wedding photos, when we renew our vows, and have go look back on how I still look twenty years younger."
She was speaking gibberish. He pulled his glasses back up and shook his head. Then he gathered his paperwork, and stood up shaking his head. "When it's time to taste cake call me my dear. I have work to do. You are an incredibly difficult woman."
"Baby wai-"
"After I do some reading, I am going to bed. Darling, enjoy yourself. Theses types of ideologies are best discussed with the likes of Bonnie and Elena my love." He kissed her head and left her sitting there.
"Yeah, no kidding." She whispered to herself, chewing a Red Vine licorice.
"What was that my, love?"
"Nothing." She spoke chewing. "I said goodnight." She rolled her eyes and flipped he pages of the magazine.
oOo
Surprisingly, Damon didn't take her too a hotel. She assumed, that with the new step in their relationship, it would be this next level experience. But he didn't. He took her to their play house.
"I thought we'd be a hotel, for date night."
"No. Something like this could be scary for you. I wanted to be at the comfort of our place. So, I could take care of you." No matter what an ass he could be as a Dom, he always took care of her. "A hotel is more of a cheap experience, unless we are out of town or on vacation, then a hotel is romantic. But, no worries, we have plenty of time for cheap experiences." He wasted no time though.
Within minutes he was lifting her dress, above her hips. He mauled her with both hands and lips. They wondered all over the room for minutes upon minutes, kissing and being a sight for pornographic sore eyes. He had her against one wall one minute, groping her and shoving his tongue into her throat. The next he was pulling her body against his; back to chest, and pushing his fingers between her legs. Her breathing was heavy when he let her breath, but most times, his tongue was suffocating her. When she felt two of his fingers enter her, her fingers wrapped upward and back, around his neck, pulling at his hair.
Damon loved his hair being pulled, in the right moment. A week ago, he wasn't expecting it, when she did it. Still there were rules. "Did I say, you could pull my hair?" He growled.
"No." her mouth could barely get the words, as she finally caught her breath and had to use it to speak. He opened her legs and spanked her pussy. "Ahh."
"Get on the bed! Don't say a word."
Bonnie walked to the bed, and one knee at a time, she crawled into it. He walked to her unzipping her dress and pulling it off. Now, her hair, being down made sense. He put her on all fours and spanked her ass. Several times, while one hand gripped her hair. He evened up the other cheek. Making it red. He loved spanking. And they come a long way since that first, office spanking. Bonnie, now, loved spankings, just as much as Damon.
Still standing in his suit, while she was naked before him. "Hmmm." She hummed, feeling his hand relentlessly, make contact with her skin. He watched every arch in her spine and every ounce of tension in her body. Her ass cheeks were redder than red.
"Whose ass is this?"
"Maestro's ass."
"Who else, can spank you?"
"No one."
"I own that ass, baby." He loved keeping his suit on, while she was naked, giving them the dominant/submissive vibe. "Turn around." She turned around slowly, while the air, stung her welded skin. "See what you do to me?" Her eyes looked at his crotch, to him being hard, underneath his pants. "Unzip my pants." She slowly unzipped his pants watching his beautiful cock salute her. He still didn't remove his clothing. "Sit in the "wait" position, right now." She Bonnie sat up on knees, wide open, hands behind her back, and her breast poking out, while her head was straight forward and her eyes were planted on him. He loved getting her in positions, and watching her under his control. He just, rolled up one sleeve, and put two fingers inside of her. Slowly, he worked his fingers, to make her soak his fingers. "Yes, baby. You're so wet." He lifted his fingers to his mouth sucking her off of him. "Mmm."
Bonnie learned to become a patient submissive. Over months of orgasm training, he really had her, in a good submissive state. His fingers went back into her, and this time, she felt weak, biting her lip.
"Don't you dare cum." He scolded. "That feel good?"
"Yes. So good, Maestro."
He pulled his fingers out again, and this time put them to her lips, and made her suck. "You taste so good. Don't you think?" He asked, and she agreed with a submissive head nod. "Words."
"Yes, Maestro." She looked at him, with her breast perked up, and his predatory glances, were swallowing her body from head to toe.
Damon moved Bonnie back to the back of the bed, and lay her back. Still in only her stilettos, he made sure she'd be naked before him and cuffed to the rod Iron post. He grabbed two sets of cuffs and cuffed each hand to the bed. "Last week you hurt my tender head. No hair pulling tonight Schiavetto. I'm going to fuck you, real good, and you're going to take it, like a good girl. Just relax okay."
"Yes Maestro." Already she was nervous, her breathing was deep, and slow. He watched her watch him nervously. But he was done talking. He lifted her legs and ass off the mattress. He opened her legs and took his tongue immediately to her swollen, pussy lips.
"Ahhhhh. Fffff... yesssss." He was a ruthless pussy eater. He took his time sucking her the right way, licking her the right way, drowning her in his saliva, and making her wetter than wet. Two fingers rubbed her pleasure zone, making her weak, before entering her, while his tongue remained glued to her. She only felt his fingers for seconds, before she felt a heavenly sensation, pull out of her. She looked up and noticed, that while he went to town on her pussy, he started pulling the beads out of her ass.
It was the most trickery her mind had felt since he tried to put his cook inside of her ass. This feeling was good, and forbidden, and every bead that slowly pulled out of her made her want to cry. "Gfkfmogshtfps." She was mumbling incoherencies. Bead after bead, she hummed a little louder. The feeling, felt as if he was prolonging that feeling that came, just before an orgasm hit. You know the peak of the sensitivity. This feeling kept happening. It was torture. Pure torture.
Right as she acclimated to the divinity in it all, he sat up. Four beads remained. Slowly, Damon took his jacket off. Then tossed it somewhere. All he could hear was her breathing before she looked at him. Begging him to hurry. But he moved ever so slowly. He unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, and then his shirt. One agonizingly slow button after the other.
"Please, Maestro." She begged. He watched her while she begged, making her thirst for him. And he kept his pants on, but, allowed his manhood to continue to torment her, waiting to enter her. She bit her lip in frustration, and without hesitation entered her soaking wet pussy, with his hard as a rock cock. "Ahhhhh. Maestro." She cried. His cock hadn't been inside of her in just over a week. He felt like every beautiful thing in the world, pushing inside of her, slowly, all while removing her beads. Bonnie yanked on his tie with her teeth, which for some reason he didn't take off, though his torso remained naked. Two agonizing pumps, of Damon's cook, while he removed the last of the beads, she couldn't breath until her orgasm was finished. He hadn't even fucked her but for ten seconds. When he pulled out of her she could barely tell, because her body was feeling a multitude of sensations.
While she caught her breath, he removed his pants. He'd been warming her up all week for this. She should be able to accept him without a problem. He watched her stomach tighten and release as she lies there with her eyes closed trying to be present, but still stuck in her haze.
Damon lifted her legs to the point her ass was off the bed again. He closed her legs, and stuffed himself in to her pussy just to get his cock wet again. She could hardly moan, but a combination of her hard orgasm, the beads, and the alcohol, Bonnie's body was completely relaxed. She wasn't drunk, on anything, but Damon. When he pulled out of her pussy in a seamless transition, he moved his cock a couple inches down and slowly started to enter her.
Suddenly she was aware again.
"Oooooohhhh." She looked at him, in the eyes, while the fat tip of his manhood, pushed its way past her barriers. "Maestro, ohhh, gooooood God..." She whispered, but her mouth just kind of hung open not finishing the sentence. Instead a low shrieking sound came from the back of her throat, as he became a foreign weapon, being released on friendly territory. Her hands couldn't move, in the cuffed restraints. This was torture. She shook her head no. Not fighting him, just not believing it was actually happening. She was being stretched, and he, was being squeezed.
The worst part, was she had no use of her hands. The restriction was torture. Her fiats opened and clenched back and forth trying to help her body to feel some since of relief, which wasn't working. Should she say pickles? Is it time to call pickles? He'd never been wrong so far, with everything he did to and for her body. He always pleased her. Damon was almost holding his breath as slow as he moved. But once the head was in, she felt slight relaxation in his movements as he pushed forward. "Hmmmm." Still, the heavy pressure was unbearable.
"Breath, Schiavetto. You're doing so good, baby. Just like that. I'm going to take care of you. Just relax. I'm going to make your body cry for it, and beg for it. But you have to relax." He kissed her in between soft commands, pushing his cock into her, ever so slowly. He held her by her ankles and and stretched her all the while. "Ooh, baby. That ass is choking my cock. That beautiful, ass is gonna be swallowing me pretty soon. Yeah. You're such a good girl. Maestro loves when you take cock like a big girl." Bonnie bit her lips while he spoke, like a gentle giant. A cocky King. A sweet sin. A fucking dominant devil. "You're doing so good baby."
oOo Bonnie oOo
And, I listened to his words soothe me. He was comforting me, like only he could. He talked shit, any day of the week, until I was afraid or uncomfortable. Then he babied me. And I loved his babying techniques. Once he was inside of me, I felt okay. Still, it was uncomfortable, but, somehow, it was amazing. I think to myself, oh yes, bitch you can do this. That was, until he started moving in the opposite direction. That was when the feeling was confusing. It was like he wasn't supposed to be inside of me, but then he was. I'd never felt so filled up on one feeling in my entire life. I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. He pulled back and then pushed back in, and I was turning into someone I barely recognized a year ago. He moved slowly, and I could tell it was killing him, but after a couple of strokes he asked me, "Are you okay?" I nodded my head because I couldn't speak. And he started to pick up the pace. At this point, my ass was so accustomed to him, and he was no longer foreign. He was giving me, yet, another, new sensation. Introducing me to a new addiction. I can't lie, I didn't want him to stop. In fact, the deeper he went the better it felt. When his body found a rhythm, he was pushing into me slower than I wanted. "Faster." I said. I could tell it shocked him, but he kept going slow, because he's an asshole. I felt his hips grinding and rotating into me, and I can't lie, anal sex was my new favorite thing. God, this felt fucking amazing. It was different from regular, sex, almost indescribable. He was right, he was so fucking right. I begged, "Faster, Maestro. Please. Stop torturing me." And I couldn't force him to fuck me fast because my wrists were cuffed. I started using my body underneath his, and for a few seconds he tried to fight it and he couldn't. "Yes, deeper. Oh my God. Thank you." His eyes rolled to the back of his head, feeling me match him for motions. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me, while I pushed into him. I was such a bad submissive sometimes. I needed what I needed. "I'm about to cum." I screamed. "Yesss." Then, he stopped.
Fuuuuuuccckkk!
"You didn't ask permission."
"May I cum, please?!"
"No." He leaned in and kissed her. "You cum, when I say cum. Understand?."
"Yes." She was angry, and excited. That what he did. He evoked every kind of emotion inside of her. He made her feel alive. Damon made love to her for a while, forcing her to fight every ounce of release. Bonnie cried, several times. He was edging her, and he had been for the past week. She hated when he did this. When she couldn't hold it, he'd just stop thrusting for a while. Then make his way to her nipples. He teased her for nearly half an hour. It was hard on him too, but he knew the pay off was grand. Bonnie became, utterly controlled, by her trust in him.
Once he was ready to let her cum, once he felt she was fully submissive, he thrusted until he couldn't hold back, and told her, "You want to cum Schiavetto?"
"I do." He took his thrusting to another level, and slowly, he pushed deep, and pulled back and pushed. As he did this slowly, waiting for her peak again... he felt her legs begin to shake.
"That's it, baby. Give daddy that sweet cum. Let me claim that first anal orgasm." When he spoke, watching him was an orgasm for her. His words, lead her back to the place that created such confusion, and her stomach muscles hurt from breathing so heavy. But, when he pushed back inside of her, her shaking legs gripped his waist. "That's good baby. Cum for me. Cum hard."
This orgasm was different. It pounded from within, and snuck up again, like her entire waist and below were paralyzed due to the strength of the orgasm. "Oh my Gaahhhh..." her eyes shut, as it built back up inside of her. She almost couldn't control the muscles in her face. "God. Yes... oohhh ffffuuh... mphmm. Ahhh. Mhmm. Ahhhhhh." She came more than once, and Damon was more than satisfied with his performance. He gave her several orgasms, and she was putty when he was done.
He followed up with pampering her for the rest of the night.
oOo
Unfortunately, even though the night ended in bliss, the next day became problematic.
Bonnie and Damon cooked breakfast together, and sat down to eat. "So, we should probably eat quick. You're mom's invite was for two. We need to get ready."
"Bonnie?"
"I'm sorry, Damon, I should've told you, that your mom called me and invited us personally."
"What? Since when do you guys talk on the phone?"
"Since Christmas. We exchanged numbers."
"You've been in touch with my mom for months now, and lying to me?" He became angry.
"Damon, I'm sorry I didn't know what to say. She reached out, and I can't just be mean."
"Says, who?" He looked at his breakfast, and put his fork down. "Your loyalty is to me. Me! Not my mother. What does she talk to you about?"
She almost couldn't believe her ears. He was such a complicated person at times. "Just daily things. Her diet. Her exercise regimen. She also asks about you."
"What? Bonnie... I want you to tell her to stop calling you."
"I can't do that."
"Yes, you can. And you will. I'm not worried about her invite."
"Damon, I told her we'd be there. So-"
"Great! Just great." He got up and began slamming things around, as she watched in shock at his behavior. No one got under his skin the way his mother and Kol did. He never touched his plate of food. "I'll be back." He threw some jeans on, and a shirt, and some boots. And he left. Bonnie lost her appetite. She couldn't even eat. So, she put all the food away, and washed the dishes. She cleaned the kitchen and headed to get herself together. After a while, of silence, she heard her phone ring. She answered it, without looking thinking it would be Damon.
"Hello."
"Finally, you answered my call. I was beginning to think you really hated me."
"Damnit. Kol. What do you want?" She asked impatiently.
"We need to talk, Princess."
"We are amidst divorce. There's nothing to talk about and why were you calling me last night. You've got to stop."
"I know you hate me, and that I don't deserve anything from you, but I don't want to talk over the phone to you. What I have to say, I need to say in person. Can we meet up?"
At that point, Damon had walked back in and quietly, walked towards her bedroom, ready to apologize to her for storming out. But he walked and stood in the hallway when he heard her speaking.
"Kol, you called me last night. What are you trying to do? This is insane."
"Bonnie, I need to talk to you about Damon."
"Kol, don't start this again. Listen, there's nothing you can tell me."
"There's some important things you don't know about the man you're with. So, I'm just looking out for you." He said. Even if his motives were ulterior, he had to do what he could. "I'm worried about you. There's more to Damon than you think. If you don't think my reasons are unjustified, when I tell you, then I'll grant you your divorce."
That gave her something to think about.
"No questions asked, Kol?"
Damon was dying to hear what Kol was saying, because all he could hear was Bonnie's words, but, he could only imagine.
"No questions asked, princess."
"Fine. I'll meet with you." She agreed.
"Okay, you free today?"
"Today?" She didn't know what to say, she had an invitation, but Damon basically walked out on her, in anger. So, she didn't think they were going after all. "Fine. What time today?"
"About three. The bistro near THE Review. And I know, this isn't a date. I just want you to be where I know you're comfortable. That's one of your favorite lunch spots."
"Wow. You actually remembered something about me."
"I remember everything, love. Especially how you don't like being lied to. So, I'll see you at three."
"Okay. I'll see you at three." She said. Damon quickly ran back towards the front door, and opened and shut it, making his presence more known. When she heard him, she quickly put her phone away and kept getting her things together. She waited for him to come in to the room. It took him a few minutes. She gathered, he realized she'd put all the food away and cleaned, and now he was trying to figure out how to approach her.
When he finally walked into the bedroom, he saw her getting herself ready to go. He stood in the doorway, quietly. He knew, she felt his presence. He was worried about Kol, and what Kol wanted. He couldn't let her meet him. He couldn't let Kol try and destroy them. She turned to him and made eye contact, and gave a small, forced grin.
"Where are you going?"
"I should probably get home. I honestly hate the idea that we are fighting, and being here, will probably make it worse. Although, it would be comforting, I just can't, get passed what happened in the kitchen."
"Don't leave. Please." He said quietly.
"Damon, I... just don't think that we should pacify this moment with sex." She said as he walked up wrapping his arm around her, nuzzling his nose into her neck. She felt his need for her. She became his oxygen at times. He'd do whatever she wanted. Even if he was the dominant, and he made the rules, and she willfullfully, and loyally followed; he too would follow her to the ends of the Earth. His body, held her, preciously, to his. "Damon..." she was drowned out by his libido. His big body pushed her into the bed, and as she fell back, he collapsed on top of her. His lips moved from her neck to her mouth.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad."
"It's okay, maybe it's a sign that we need space."
"No! No, we don't." He looked her deeply in her green eyes, feeling like a lost little boy. "I didn't have you for over thirty years. Why would I want space?" He looked at her. "Where are you going, Bonnie?" He asked to see if she'd tell him.
"Home, Damon."
"That's it?"
"Damon, what's his about?" He felt her avoiding the answer, by going around it. She tried not lying.
"You wouldn't be lying?" At this point she was just getting annoyed, and tried to get up, by pushing him off of her. He jumped up after her and wrestled her back to his body wrapping his arms around her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Okay? I, took a drive and I thought about it. I'll go see Lily."
She stopped fighting him. "Really?"
"Yes. If it means so much to you. I will go." He said. She turned to him, and looked into his eyes. She knew he was hurting in some way, and all she wanted to do was make it better.
"It should mean a lot to you."
"Theres a lot more to Lily, that you don't understand. There are deeper rooted issues to the relationship between us. There's a lot about me, Bonnie, that you don't know."
"Then, tell me, please."
"Bonnie, I promise to tell you everything, okay? I don't want you thinking differently of me. Let's get through your divorce first. "
"Nothing could change my mind about you. No one, can change how I feel about you."
"Well, you say that now. And trust me, I hope to tell you all of these things I desperately need to tell you. But, I'd rather wait until your divorce is over, and the dust is settled. I'd rather wait, so that I can give you all of the things you want. After I put something's on the table. It'll be up to you to accept these things Bonnie. And if you do, I promise, I'll spend my life trying to make you happy. But, just trust me, right now, when I say, I can't tell you right now."
"Damon, I've been an open book lately. I told you about what Kol did to me. I told you about wanting to have children, and then meeting you, and wanting what we have, together. I've submitted to you. I have given, myself to you, completely. I just don't want to be making a fool of myself."
"You're everything to me."
"Why do I have a feeling, that the things you need to tell me are pretty bad, then?"
"Because they are. And when the time is right, baby, I promise, I'll tell you everything. Let's just, let me be there for you during your divorce. Digging up the past, will distract me. And you need me fully. You trust me?"
"I do. I trust you not to lie to me or purposely hurt me."
"Let's start by going to Lily's today. Okay? One day at a time." He said.
"Just so you know, walking out on me after I cook a meal is something you just don't do." And she just looked at him, knowing she'd need more honestly form him. But she trusted, in him to eventually open up more also.
"I'm sorry." He kissed her. "I'm sorry." He kissed her again. "I'm sorry, baby." He kept kissing her. "I shouldn't have gotten angry earlier. You deserve for me to give you what you need. And, I messed up. I'm not perfect." He kissed her again. "Please forgive me." He kissed her again, but this time more passionately. He pulled up, and she was breathless.
"Come on, let's get ready to go." She said, trying to fight off her own libido. "I actually made a fruit bowl, while you were gone. I wasn't sure what to take. But after two hours, I figured we weren't going."
"I'm an ass. Sorry. But... Fruit is good." He kissed her again, knowing his lips were a stained bright pink by now from her suction. "Especially off of your body."
"Damon."
"Let me take you in the kitchen, test taste this fruit bowl." His lips were so hungry for her, his body was hungry for her. He lifted her up and took her into the kitchen, sitting her onto the cabinet. He opened the fridge, and found a large bowl, beautifully decorated with specially cut fruits. "We are gonna get ready right now. I promise. I just, hate myself for missing your breakfast. Your food is so good." He kissed her feet as they dangled from his counter top, lifting them to his lips. "I'm starving. A few pineapple, slices and strawberries?" He wiggled his eyes at her.
"Damon, we have an hour to get ready and be there."
"Yeah, yeah. We are going, right now. I promise." He was saying, they were leaving. But he wanted to take care of business first. It got really tense for them both and they needed to get rid of the tension, before visiting his sick mother.
Kol was set to meet her in a couple of hours. Kol who? As long as Damon had anything to do with it, Kol was going to be a non-factor, distant memory.
So, more Kalijah development. A wedding to plan. I really like writing Kalijah, I've realized. Stefan and Sarah taking small steps. Stefan admitted a lot about he and Damon's childhood and upbringing, that has shaped both he and Damon in their lives. Their parent's relationship, Damon and his strain with Lily. Damon realizes Kol is trying to break he and Bonnie up. In his mind, telling her about being Kol's therapist in the past, is best brought up after the divorce because he thinks Bonnie knowing will help Kol to take everything from her, so he's protecting her. Even if we know he should tell her, in his mind, her knowing will hurt the divorce process. So, he intends to keep Kol at bay if he can help it… Hope you guys enjoyed this update.