Black Velvet
Chapter 21- In the Swallows of Adultery
R-M All I can say is sorry for the delay, and sorry for the errors. Also this story has almost 200 followers and that is amazing. Thank you guys. Please Enjoy!
oOo Bonnie oOo
I was finishing up dinner, and I was nervous about tonight. Initially, tonight was about me telling Damon my divorce was finalized. Well, it was supposed to be. Turns out Kol is playing dirty. Since I never met with him about whatever he had to tell me, he's decided to go after my business. Now, I nervously await Damon's arrival to tell him everything has been put on hold. Plans we've made to go away for a couple weeks. Plans to move in together. Plans to be each others dates to Kat and Lijah's wedding. But, the one good thing to come of it all, Damon and I are doing better than ever. I've even gotten him to spend more time with Lily. And the last few weekends while Kat and Elijah have been tasting wedding cakes, looking at dinner wear, and floral arrangements, I've been spending weekends with Damon, his mother, Stefan, Sarah and the kids. He doesn't talk much to his mother, but he's present. He's taking it all a day at a time. So far, I feel like a part of his family. Which brings me to why I'm nervous. Without warning, I'm kind of forced to make him a part of mine. Thanks to an unexpected visit today.
Bonnie stare at the kitchen full of food. Luckily she made extra tonight, but she was still worried about getting a hold of Damon, and him not picking up. His phone must've died, because it kept going to voicemail. She inhaled long and hard. The wine glass in her hand was deep into a second helping of the full-bodied flavor of the red wine, that slid down her throat, forcing her to lean onto the cabinet and stare at nothing. Finally she saw the motion lights come on, as his car pulled up her driveway. Maybe he'd take notice to the car out front. Or maybe, not. She ran to the door, to beat him before he opened it, with his own key of course. After changing her locks, and taking Kol's key. By the time she made it to the door, he was walking in.
"Baby-" she tried to speak, but he locked her into a kiss. "No, baby... it's not a-" another kiss, locked her into his grasp.
"What kind of greeting is that?"
"Hmmm I have to tell you something."
"Four days. It's been four days." He said, in between kissing her and breathing. And he didn't even prefer the latter if he could help it. "You spent more time with Lily in the past two weeks than with me." His mouth went back in hungrily. Bonnie's small hands hit at his shoulder trying to pry him off her.
"Baby, listen-"
"No." He pinned his hands to the back of her thighs and carried her to the kitchen, and walked her to the table, sitting her on top of it. "No talking, for five minutes, let me just kiss you... and touch you. And then we can talk about our day." His mouth made its way to her neck and she fell victim to his prowess.
"Baby... I know we haven't seen each other in four days, but- I simply- I simply- oh who am I kidding. I simply missed you." She gave in kissing him, and becoming his air. Their lips held each other on the passion between them, and the softness, was unbearable most days. Her fingers filtered into his hair, and he bit his lip, wanting everything about her, but instead opting to watch her, as they connected. It was beautiful having someone to greet at the end of the week. Someone who she genuinely missed, and wanted to see. Someone who listened to her bad days as much as her good days. A man who rubbed her shoulders and feet. Someone she loved to cook for, because he loved and appreciated her home-cooking. Someone, whose small hands made him feel like he was home, whenever they touched his face, and held onto him in the moments he just stare at her. They were so filled with love and desire, that neither house was a home when they weren't together in it.
Damon continued to stare at her longingly, seeing so much more of his need in her eyes.
"All day at work today, I imagined us having dinner in my cabin. Just the two of us, and no city noise. Ooooh God, next month can't come quick enough. I can't wait for our two weeks of solace."
And suddenly she was stricken with her memories of Kol, and his new antics, and now, she had to postpone their trip. "About that.." She dimly spoke, forcing his whole face to fall flat.
"Don't do it, don't dare cancel on me, Bonnie."
"No, baby. I'm not canceling. But I have to postpone, because, he's decided to play hard ball. He's going after my business."
"Damnit! What does that mean? Hasn't he done enough? Fuck!" Damon was thrown out of his mood and she had to grab him by the neck and pull him back into it, trying to soften him with her lips. "Baby, don't... don't soften me up. I'm not angry okay? I just, want to go over there, and kill him."
"Damon, no. You already fought him. Let's keep things as clean as we can okay. I don't want him to do more than he's already trying to."
"What does he want now?"
"He wants THE Review."
"WHAT? Stop. He doesn't want YOUR business. That YOU and KAT developed. There's no way, he's that stupid or selfish." She looked at him knowingly. "Wait. Of course he is. He always has been. Son-of-a-bitch!"
"Baby?" She warned, softly. "You're letting him do it again. He's working you up. I think some days my divorce stresses you out more than me."
He took a deep breath and sighed, "I'm sorry baby. You're right. I need to just- it's not about me, or us. It's about you. You, just, deserve to be done with him. Okay. And it's wrong of me to let it get to me. My job is to be there for you." He looked at her, and let his eyes soften, as his lips met her forehead. "So, tell me, what masterpiece you whipped us up for dinner."
"Oh, not much. Actually, just some of this and some of that. I've been trying to call you all day." She said, opening a pot, and placing some sautéed peppers onto a fork, and feeding him.
"Mmm." His eyes shut in serious pleasure, "I left my charger at home today. Phone died." He hummed while he ate the food. "Damn my lady, is an amazing cook."
"And you better never forget it." She smiled watching him savor it, and attempt to get another fork full. And like the attentive woman she was, she grabbed more with the fork, and fed him. His hands moved to her backside, and she was pulled directly into him, while he chewed his food, and hummed, closing his eyes, feeling nothing but pleasure. Once he swallowed, he smiled.
"I could honestly forgo the table. We can feed each other right here and then go right to desert." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"No actually, I've been trying to get ahold of you all day, because-" lips to ears, he was feeding on her. "Baby-" more kissing and nibbling to make her laugh. "Baby, oh my God!" She squeaked when he moved his hand under her skirt "Damon!"
"No. Ah, ah, ah. What's my name?" He whispered.
"Uh, nows not the right time for dominating me."
"It's always the right time." He pressured her into a corner trying to lift her onto it.
Bonnie's giggle, echoed throughout her house, as did her warnings for him as he tried to coax her into play time. "Baby, it's not the right time." She giggled, "You have to take your hand from under my skirt."
"What? No. Tell me why Maestro can't make you feel good, right here." He said reaching higher and higher up her skirt, with his possessive and sneaky fingers.
"Ahem!"
Damon's confusion got the best of him and he stopped abruptly, turning to the sight of Bonnie's stunned eyes, when he heard a throats clear from behind him. "Oh crap." She said, removing Damon's hand from under her skirt and hopping off the counter top. "Uhh, Damon, my parents surprised me and decided to visit. Mom and Dad, this is Damon." She said nervously. "Damon, this is my Mom and Dad."
His blue eyes struck a surprised stare as the corners of his mouth slowly peaked into a nervous smile. "Uh...wahhh...uhhmmm..."
He was speechless, and Bonnie stepped in. "We were just bringing out the food to the dining room." The two of them nodded their heads slowly, and walked back towards the dining room. Damon looked at her, like she could've given him more warning. "I tried to tell you. I tried calling you, and-"
"Great! They hate me. They- fucking hate me."
"They don't hate you."
"Baby, they walked in on me with my hands up your dress. It's safe to say, my first impression was horrible."
Bonnie smirked. "Am I detecting a nervous Damon?" He said nothing, while his hand wiped the bottom half of his face downwards. She laughed softly, and nudged him. "Oh... my... gosh, you're nervous? I've never seen you so nervous. This is brand new to me." Bonnie always found comfort in his confidence. Seeing him so shook, forced her to quickly develop a protective nature over him. And usually it was the other way around. She watched him fumble with the top buttons on his shirt, and she quickly walked over to him, grabbing his hands. "Baby, it's okay. Slow down." She calmed him, pulling his face down to look at her. "It's okay. I got you." Her slight smile disappeared when she pressed her lips to his, calming him. "I got you."
...
Kat allowed her love for pink to carry her into her fantasy wedding. Elijah didn't say much about her choices, but he was overwhelmed with the idea of the amount of pink involved once she decided he'd wear a pink shirt. "I'm not sure I'm in favor of a pink shirt, dear."
"Keeper, baby, it's beautiful against your skin. Besides, you're wearing a white suit."
"Exactly. White and pink? It's very effeminate."
"Seriously? Don't be a baby."
"Listen, I don't want the least prominent color on me to be black. Black tie, vest, cumber-bun and hanker, kitten? No."
Katherine adjusted his tie, but stopped when he became bothered. "Listen, my bouquet is pink and yellow. You, and the groomsman are the only ones wearing any sort of black. Their suits are black and I need you to stand out. Please, it's okay that your vest, tie, cumber-bun and hanker will be black. Please, don't be difficult."
"My shoes are white too."
"Yes."
"They should be black."
"Keeper?"
"Also- What about a grey suit? I'd rather wear grey."
"No. There's no grey in the wedding what-so-ever! Stop being difficult." Her smile still didn't soften him. He wasn't convinced or sold on his tux. "Listen, when the jacket comes off, and the guests see you in the white pants, white suspenders, and pink shirt, it's going to look hot. I promise."
He looked in he mirror at his suit, and adjusted it. One thing was for sure about Elijah and Damon... they both wore the hell out of a tux or a three piece suit. "I tell you what, I won't complain again, if you change my shirt to the darker shade of pink. This rosey pink is not my shade, Kitten. And change my shoes, comber-bun, vest, and tie to black."
"Okay. Done." Her small smile grew as she threw her arms around his neck. She didn't win many battles, but he knew how much this wedding meant to her. And he knew, she wouldn't steer them wrong. "Pretty soon I'll be Mrs. Katherine Mikaelson. Crazy, imagine both me and Bonnie were Mikaelsons? It would be like we were real life sisters. It's still crazy to imagine her and Kol separated. Not that I can't picture it, it's just... they've been together since she was nineteen, ya know. Today is the day it's all finalized. She getting divorced, and I'm getting married. Kind of bittersweet."
"And still my brother's life is in shambles. Our parents, have given him quite the ultimatum. All of these legal fees they are paying for, he has two years to pay it back, or he's cut off."
"Well, finally they have put their foot down with him. Why can't he pay his own legal fees?"
"Who can really say these days? Kol's investments and losses are beyond me. I don't even pretend to care anymore. I've been paying my way since college. Kol has been babied for too long."
"True. And, he's a part of the wedding party. Think he'll be mad that I've paired Bonnie with Damon and not him?"
"He has no choice. It's called being a grown up." Elijah slid his jacket off, while Kat watched him in his suspenders.
"You look sexy in suspenders by the way."
He turned towards her raising an eyebrow, with his signature serious face. "I know I do." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms smirking.
"Cocky bastard." She mumbled under her breath.
"What's that, Dear?"
"Oh nothing Keeper baby." She grinned.
...
The dinner table was rather quiet, but Bonnie tried to continue breaking the ice, as the sound of forks scraping ceramic became the soundtrack to their evening. "So, how are Emily and the twins?"
"Good. Busy, you know. Being a mother is never easy. Much like being a wife. But, you just gotta grin and bare things sometimes." Abby said. "Don't you call your cousin?"
"Haven't spoken much to her since she had the kids. I assume she's very busy."
"Well, being a mom is definitely hectic."
"Yeah. I bet. I don't see how she does it. Twice the work with two. And her husband is gone so frequently for work."
"Well, you wanted to be a mother once upon a time. Why make it seem like such a distant memory? This was just last year." Abby said coldly.
"I'm aware of my desires for children mother. Unfortunately divorce changes things." Damon fiddled with his fork, trying to stay out of their conversation.
"So, this divorce... you made this decision on your own?"
She dropped her fork, and looked at her mother. "Of course I did, mom. I had to. Kol wasn't going to ask for one. Why would he? He was living the best of both worlds. I for one, don't honk talking about his in front of Damon is a good idea."
"I'm sorry. But you know, we rarely get to see you. We made this trip, to talk to you. He's called us several times to talk. I feel for the man. You should hear him out." Abby said.
"So, umm, mom... did I tell you that Damon buys and deals art?" Damon shut his eyes closed, imagining the whole dinner was a dream, he'd wake up from. But it wasn't. It was a nightmare, and Bonnie's mother was leading the torture session. "This picture on the wall, he in fact purchased for me." She turned to Damon and smiled adoringly. "It's Leonid Afremov. Beautiful right?"
"Bonnie why are you avoiding the conversation? We came here to talk to you about this divorce. Your husband, has called every week for nearly two months."
"Ex-husband!"
"Not yet, he's not. And you do realize, that what you are doing is a sin? Sleeping with another man-"
"This oil canvas painting, is wildly colorful, ya know? With these heavy dark undertones. It's almost like, the world, in a futuristic perception."
"He's desperate. He loves you." Abby tried interrupting, as Bonnie looked deeper into the painting. Her father, watched her avoid her mother, and he tried calming her mother.
"The bold colors, really represent this freedom, while the darkness just pulls you back into the different meanings in it. And it's just paintings of trees, but, I mean, we all know trees represent life. So, why do we feel so trapped inside of this painting? This beautiful, colorful, dark mess."
Abby looked at Damon, as Bonnie avoided her. "You realize you are helping her ruin everything she's built? Your coming between a man and his wife! She's married woman, and you're wrecking her home! It's down right Adultery."
Damon looked up, and tried to speak, but Abby, was addressed by Bonnie. "Mom, don't speak Damon that way." She said calmly. Damon realized Bonnie kept abnormally calm, but he could feel her anger.
"It's okay, Bonnie. Your mother has her opinion. I can't really blame her, for what it all appears from the outside."
"Appears?" Abby asked fictitiously. "Appears? It appears, that you're being a adulterer. And what is it that you do? You just, move in on other men's territory?"
"Territory? I'm no man's territory mom. I'm my own. I chose Damon. He treats me like better than Kol ever did. He's good to me. You and daddy are far from perfect."
"How dare you!" Abby said excitedly.
"But it was true." Bonnie said with a straight face. She knows her parents had their fair share of turmoil throughout the years. And Bonnie watched them live through many years of ups and downs. The the down years were like living with two strangers for parents. Years they didn't communicate much and years her mother seemed so lonely. Bonnie's father spent a lot of extracurricular time away from home when Bonnie was growing up. And her mother, was bitter some days and some days pretending everything was fine. "I'm not hurting anyone. And I'm not doing anything wrong."
"Honey," her father interrupted, "We just want to understand how a ten year relationship, just falls apart."
"It's easy. You take a spoiled rotten man-child, you clip his wings, and instead of teaching him how to fly, you carry him. You in fact, carry him on your back, while you are trying to learn to fly yourself. It's pretty exhausting." She neglected the parts about him being an abusive alcoholic with a compulsive gambling problem.
"Just help us understand, why, as his wife, you didn't try to help him, instead of walk away?"
"Dad, I-"
"Seriously? we are discussing this in front of her "boyfriend" what a joke?" Abby snapped sarcastically.
"Sweetheart, I want to understand my child. I'm not trying to ridicule her."
"Neither am I. But, tell me why, you've decided to carry on an affair, right in front of Kol? Why, are you that bold? Knowing he can rip everything from you."
"It's gotten beyond the point of caring if Kol cares. Damon is my partner. We've been together for nearly eight months. Kol and I have been separated for almost a year. We tried marriage counseling for months. He couldn't get it together."
"Why is he telling us, that he knows Damon? He tells us Damon's a dangerous, manipulative man. That you probably aren't making your own decisions, because Damon influences you, against your better judgement?"
"He'll say whatever he wants, to gain favor. Kol's own brother, introduced me to Damon. He knows Kol is a mess."
"Maybe it's a set up. Maybe his brother, wants to help him take everything from you. Are you even thinking clearly Bonnie." She turned to Damon, "And you? What kind of self-respecting man, deals with a woman before she's divorced? Let alone interferes? He told us you attacked him. Brutally assaulted him, at his own home."
"Mom! That's none of-"
"It's okay, baby." Damon used his lap napkin, and wiped his mouth, then drank some water so he could speak. "It was this very house I taught him a valuable lesson. I'm sorry, you feel the way you feel about me and Bonnie. She is personally the healthiest relationship I have ever had, and I would love to believe, I'm hers. I treat her with the utmost respect," except when I'm punishing her, and fucking her senseless, and even then, I'm worshipping her, whether, its rough or not, "she means everything to me. Why I did what I did? Hmm... Without getting into her personal affairs," he looked at Bonnie and grabbed her hand, "he overstepped a boundary, and it put her in a vulnerable position. For me, there was no question that from the moment we started dealing with one another, I felt very protective over her. I'm a very primal man, I work on basic, human instinct when it comes to her. It's my job to never make her question her safety." This includes, her possible use of the word pickles, no matter how few and far between she may ever say it.
"So, this was a crime of passion, is what you're telling me?"
"Abby!" Her husband interrupted, before looking at Damon. "I respect that. I do. But, I have a problem with our daughter, openly flaunting this relationship, so carelessly, before her divorce papers are signed. We didn't raise her this way. It's careless."
"We don't openly flaunt anything. We spend time at my house or hers. We rarely are out in public, for that exact reason. And when we are out, it's probably the next county over. But, it's rare. We are careful. I wouldn't jeopardize her future. Her hard work."
"You two aren't even acting like adults, acting like teenagers in the kitchen."
"Ma'am, about what you saw in the kitchen. I apologize for that. It's just, I had no idea you two were even here and... I missed her. I hadn't seen her all week, and I was expressing that. I have a very affection way about me." He said nervously. But he realized that no matter what, he couldn't get out of the fact that her parents walked in on him fondling her goodies. "There is no excuse. I am truly sorry, to you both. It was wrong."
Abby wasn't convinced. She just wanted to see her daughter acting like the woman she raised, and remaining a woman in control. "Mom, we are adults."
"No, Bonnie, baby. It was wrong of me. This is your house. And I should've been careful."
"Mom, you don't even know him, and you are making him feel bad."
"Its not my intention. it must be his conscience. I mean, you should know better young lady. We raised you better than that."
"Abby, buckle down some." Her husband warned her.
"And you? What do you do for a living? We know our daughter is pretty successful and well off. How do we know you're not, just... using her."
"I would never. I love her."
Bonnie giggled. "What's so funny sweetie?"
"Mom, Dad... Damon couldn't use me if he tried. He's makes more money in a month, than I make in a year."
"So, are you trying to buy her?"
"Ha. No, I'm not." He laughed. "Besides, she'd never let me. She can't be bought. Trust me, I try giving her whatever she wants. She never asks for anything, and she won't let me just, take care of her."
"What do you see in her, then? I mean, an eligible bachelor can have any woman, or women... why should we honestly believe, a guy like you, is okay with settling with our daughter. She's beautiful, intelligent, and successful, and man would be so lucky. But, she's not a serial dating type. She's a relationship girl. She's a one man woman type of girl. Why, should we accept you, as being that guy?"
"Can I be honest with you both?" He looked at Bonnie, "You mind sweet pea?"
"No, go ahead."
"I've been with plenty of women. Lots of meaningless, and empty acquaintanceships. I didn't realize wanting one woman was inside of me, until I met her. I didn't realize loving a woman was inside of me. I didn't realize I was living wrong, until I met her, and wanted to live my best life. I won't lie and say I'm innocent, or by any means coming from a squeaky clean past. Because I'm not. But, what she and I are building, has been nothing short of everything I never knew I wanted. I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon, and neither does she. I love her, more than I've ever loved anything or anyone. I don't have children of my own, and I plan to take care of her when the time is right. And if she still wants to have children someday, I'd love to be copiloting that plane with her." When he admitted that, Bonnie stopped what she was doing, and looked directly at him, making eye contact. She wasn't sure what to say, because she'd given the idea up a while back. Besides, she loved what her and Damon had. This added a separate dimension to their relationship, that she's wasn't aware existed. "I'm serious. I'd give this woman, anything she could ever want."
"Damon, we- I mean, I had no idea."
"I know. I'm just moving at your pace sweet pea." He leaned in and kissed her.
"This is, a lot to process." Abby said. "Listen, we come from a time when husbands and wives fought for their marriage, through everything. The vows, thick and thin, sickness and health, til death do us part. Couples have to work hard to make it work. We've been through a lot, and we've never uttered the words divorce. So, you'll have to understand, this is new for us."
"It is fair to say, this day and age, people change, based on their circumstance. And when a good person gets tired of fighting for another person, pulling around the weight of two people, they decided, that they want to start fighting for themselves? Because, we can't truly love someone, if we can't love ourselves." The table was quiet for moments. Bonnie leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"It's definitely a fair assumption baby." Her smile was all the answer he needed.
"How old are you, Damon?"
"I'll be forty this year."
"Ten years? Wow."
"I don't even notice." Bonnie smiled.
"Neither do I." He agreed.
"Where did you go to school?"
"I went to Columbia, and Cornell."
"Oh, okay. Very, very impressive. Maybe we can talk about that more one day. We should be getting back to our hotel. We are heading back up north tomorrow. This was just a surprise visit to see our baby girl."
"Mom, Dad, you can stay here. You don't need to get a hotel."
"It's okay, sweetie. I actually think we should go. You two enjoy your evening. I mean, I can't tell you I accept this relationship. It's a lot to process. We really do need more time to get to know you. But, we can't really assume our daughter doesn't have a solid idea of who she is today at almost thirty, compared to when she was eighteen. We had to have done something right when we raised her. She's always been very independent, and strong-willed. We didn't want her going to college in LA. We wanted her to stay up North and go to Berkeley. But what can we do? All three girls decided to go to college in LA?"
"Three girls?"
"Yes, Bonnie, Kat, and Elena. In fact a good amount of the kids from up north decided to come to the sun and the beaches, leaving the cold northern winters. Where are you from, Damon?"
"Uhh, we are originally from Virginia. But my brother and I both relocated after our father died. I went to school in New York, he came to LA. Eventually I made my way here. I heard the lifestyle, was unmatched. Plus, career wise, this is where I make a very decent living."
"And what do you do?"
"Uhh, various, financial endeavors. As she said, I deal art. I also... consult." Sex consultant, he thought, but dare not mention. "Business and otherwise. I invest in small growing businesses."
"This is how you support yourself, in LA? Seems risky."
"Yeah, well, those are just a few small ventures I partake in financially. By day, I am a clinical psychologist." Bonnie spit her drink out. However, she didn't want to seem as if she had no idea, though she didn't. Her parents stare at her in disbelief, wondering what had gotten into her. She just apologized.
"I'm sorry. I just, a... umm... it went down the wrong pipe." Damon looked at her, understanding why she's spit her drink out.
Abby turned her face sideways at Bonnie, then snapped out of it. "We should head out anyways." They both stood up from the table, prompting Damon and Bonnie to stand up. "Dinner was delicious, as always. Lovely sweetie." Abby smiled.
"Very, baby girl."
"Thanks mom and dad." She walked them through the log hallways headed back towards the front door. She hugged and kissed them both, and Damon hugged her mother and shook her father's hand.
"Nice, finally meeting you both." He smiled, with a firm hug and handshake.
"Likewise young man. It was a lovely evening." As the couple headed out of the house Bonnie shut and locked the door. She turned her back to it and leaned against it, looks at him. He knew what it meant, and he was ready for the talk. However, he knew a plethora of information came with this, and still he couldn't exasperate every detail until her divorce was finalized.
"I know what you're thinking."
"Do you? Because, for eight months, I've had no idea, you were a therapist."
"Bon, I wanted to tell you-"
"But?" Her arms crossed impatiently with her waiting face.
"But, it never came about in casual conversation. And, you never asked."
"Why would I? You told me you were an investor."
"Yes, but... most investors still have a day job. Not all, but most."
"Damon, don't get cute with me. You're a therapist. You're a professional in dealing with mental and emotional traumas and damaged people."
"Yeah, so?"
"So, what am I? An experiment? This, sexual dominance, and obedience, is this some form of clinical study? Am I a study? Are we real? Damon, what the hell?"
He walked towards her, trying to calm her down, and she moved away. "Baby? Stop."
"No, you stop. Don't "baby" me. Answer me Damon!"
"Okay, listen, I have used some of my previous experiences for a study, and-"
"Oh my God! You son-of-a-bitch! How could you-" she pushed him away from her and walked passed him, in a fit of anger.
"Stop! Bonnie, listen!" When she didn't stop, he just ran after her, and grabbed her arm. "Bonnie! Listen to me!"
"No, I don't want to listen to you, you're just going to try to get in my head."
"No, I've never used you as a study, in any way. I would never. You are my woman, my lady, my world. I love you. I would never, use you for clinical, financial, or psychological gain. The last woman I used in a study was Andy. But, then she and I became exclusive and I stopped my study. I only studied the women who paid me, and believe me they all signed contracts. Which is why contracts were always a big deal for me. I discontinued my study last year."
"So, dominance... it's always been some study for you? And I'm just... I mean what am I Damon? If it started as a study, then why are we in this partnership as a dominant and a submissive. Why aren't we just equals?"
"We are equals. We always have been. I always take care of you. There's never been any any doubt that I want this."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Do you have any idea what an actual RL D/s relationship entails? It's a lot more mentally intense than this Bon. We are D/s couple. But mostly at play. We don't, lead a full D/s lifestyle."
"So, now our partnership isn't good enough?"
"That's not what I said."
"Then explain to me, why I should trust you?"
"Because, I love you. I just told your parents, I'd love to be the father of the children you always wanted. How could this be a game for me? I see my future with you. Hell, I don't see one without you." He pleaded, holding her arms at the elbows, investing his glances deep inside of her.
"You understand what this looks like, don't you? Like an experiment."
"But you weren't an experiment." Damon swallowed hard, holding in so much fear of losing her. He couldn't, and he wouldn't. Losing her, would devastate him. All the meaning it took him thirty-nine years to find would cease to exist. "You're so much more to me, than just the woman I love. More than a submissive. You realize how much power you have over me? I've never let someone control me the way you do Bonnie. Calling me Maestro is something, you let me have. You allow that, and I'm okay with it."
"Damon, you just, you can't lie to me."
"I didn't lie, I protected you from information. Things I couldn't have you knowing about until your divorce is finalized. Okay, I still have to tell you more, but, I really need you to understand, that some things come with time. Everything I do, is to protect you."
"Damon..."
"Baby," his fingers glide down her temple, and she turns away from his face, forcing him to move in the direction she was looking, "baby, I can't handle hurting you. I'm sorry."
"Damon, you understand Kol had a whole life I didn't know about. I can't handle these secrets."
"If it was such a secret, would I have mentioned it to your parents?"
She couldn't speak. She just watched him, not knowing what to think. She backed away from him slowly, feeling as if their connection was minutely severed. But he wouldn't let her walk away from him. He had a problem, never being able to let her walk away from him. He got her to a place where she had nowhere else to move. And he invaded her personal space, which he was good at.
oOo Bonnie oOo
Damon grabbed my face inside of both of his hands, and gently rubbed his thumbs along my temples. I'm having hard time finding sympathy, and staring him in the eyes. His lips maneuvered over mine and I didn't stop him. Damon was intoxicating in the best way. I drowned inside of the way he touched me and held me. And the chemical that is him, effected my brain at times. I never realized how physically neglected I was until I met him. I never realized how emotionally neglected I was until he fed me. But I have to wonder, if it was a joke. Is he so emotionally fulfilling because, he is a psychologist? Is he feeding me words with meaning, or empty text book psychology? I can't be certain, because I'm naturally very defensive. I look down and my shirt is unbuttoned, and being slid down my arms. And before I knew it, he was cupping the breasts that haven't been touched by him in a week. Yes, I saw him four days ago, but we didn't have sex. We saw each other for moments in passing. I've been spending a lot of time with his mother. Which brings me to that. Since New Years, she and I have become very close. His mother and me. The mother he barely speaks to, and she and I have bonded over our failed marriages, and shared awful stories with one another, realizing we were both trapped by circumstance. And I can barely think straight. This man, on his knees kissing my stomach, caressing my breasts, has pulled me into his world. Made me apart of his family, and given me everything I ever thought I was worthy of having. Fuck. My skirt is at my ankles, and his lips to my skin, feel like what I imagine heroine feels like to a junkie. He looks up at me, and this blue eyes... those sometimes soft, sometimes icy blue eyes look up at me, and I know what he's hungry for. The same thing I'm hungry for... soul nurturing love. I stand him up, and wrap my arms around his neck. He lifts me right here against the wall, and before I heard his belt buckle come undone his jacket was gone, his pants were down, and he was pushing himself into me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and held me tight while he pushed his apology inside of me. He apologized deeply, to the point I couldn't speak. He apologized slowly, and he kept whispering into my ear how much he loved me, and how much I belonged to him. And yes, I heard him. I longed for his I love yous, and his possessive claims. Every word was a thrust into my soul. "Schiavetto, YOU. ARE. MINE. YOU. ARE. MY. EVERYTHING." I couldn't speak, because it was about to happen, My peek was right there, and when he felt it, he stopped fucking me. It's this game he plays, with my orgasms from time to time. Without thinking, I put my hands around his throat, and tried to choke my Maestro, out of anger. And he looked at me with crazy eyes. But I couldn't help it, he had to make me cum. He couldn't torture me the way he always does. Not tonight. After what I just found out. But alas, he was my dominant, and not the other way around. I did not control these encounters. He grabbed my hands inside of his own, peeling them off of his throat, one by one, and pulling me off of him. Then he roughly turned my face to the wall, "You dare choke your Maestro?" He whispered into my ear. "I guess, I have to punish you." Then, he rammed himself into me from behind, while his fingers played with my clit. He kept telling me, I was a bad girl. And as form of punishment, he'd pinched my clit, knowing it was this long pause of pleasure, that tortured my pussy by prolonging my orgasms. He held my pleasure from me for a while, until I begged for forgiveness for choking him. But I can't lie when I say, choking him didn't feel good. Because it felt beautiful. But, he didn't like it. And with all his control and all his tactical mind play, he let himself fuck me in a contained manner withholding my orgasm, until I couldn't take it. My Maestro was so controlling and possessive. He made me cum with his hand over my mouth, because my saying pickles wasn't going to suffice, when he pinched my clit. He made me cum so hard, my knees buckled. I was exhausted. I wanted to go to bed, but he hadn't cum yet. And he wasn't going to let me rest until he was fully satisfied. He became a pro at at holding back his own orgasm, just so he could torture my body. When I was tired, he fucked me through it, so I could cum again. "Please Maestro, I'm going to pass out." Somehow we end up on the floor. My ass in the air, and he's behind me, fucking me relentlessly. Pounding his body against mine, maybe as punishment for not having spent time with him this week. I was exhausted. But he kept me awake, with his rough style tonight. "Sleep is for good girls. You will take this dick until I'm ready for you to rest." I was being punished for choking my Maestro. His hand is still over my mouth, and I'm crying because my orgasm wouldn't stop. I was drooling into the palm of his hand. My body is paralyzed in euphoric bliss. I just kept coming until my heart nearly palpitated. He was relentless. And when he came, he gripped my body so hard, I felt like I was having a stroke. It was electrifying. And somehow, I never wanted this... what he and I have, to end. Nothing is better than what we share. Nothing.
oOo Damon oOo
An hour later Bonnie is in her bed asleep. Her body is exhausted from our play. I may or may not have been rough. I may or may not have lashed out after she choked me. I can't believe she did that. I take that back. She is very challenging, and tonight, I may or may not have deserved to be choked. But ,as her loving Maestro, I washed her hair, her body, and put her in bed. now, I've rolled up my sleeves, and walked back to her kitchen. I see the dinner dishes, the pans and pots, and the mess. Don't get me wrong, Bonnie is an emaculate cook. She cleans most of her mess as she goes. So there was no crazy disaster happening, but, none-the-less, her parents surprise visit must've stopped her from her normal cleaning habits. I ran dish water, and rinsed every dish off in hot water, like Bonnie did. Blazing hot water. Then I let them soak in her infused water for ten minutes and I used that time to clean and polish her table. I swept and mopped and I cleaned her kitchen. Then I washed her dishes and put the left overs away. I looked around at her home. The place which was once her solace. The place she designed from the ground up. I realized the things she did in this house were for her and Kol. Sometimes my insecurity about the two of them gets the best of me. And I remember sitting in our sessions, and the things that came out of Kol's mouth, his selfishness, his greed, his reluctance to even remember things about his wife, that I figured out just by listening to him speak. Kol, always spoke of his marriage in such a way, that made Bonnie seem controlling. And all I could do was listen. Her control issues, were really her lack of control with him. Yet, she somehow managed to control me. Kol, cheated relentlessly. Not just with April, but women in general. Co-workers, prostitutes, escorts, strippers, young college girls. It was his desire to seek attention which she didn't give him. And really she was hiding from him. He was abusive, and manipulative. I don't have the heart to tell her I was studying Kol. And he knew he was apart of a study. I'm not sure how I'll ever tell her. The way he walked into my office two years ago, a man that needed help. A man who was diagnosed with Narcissistic Personality Disorder. You wonder why I can't tell her? Well, amidst of her divorce, it'll look like conspiracy. I'm really protecting her, and intend to tell her everything when it's all said and done. But for now, her knowing will only hurt her case. Which is why, I can't let Kol tell her. All he's trying to do, is one of two things. One, break us up, and/or two, pin our relationship, on their relationships demise by saying we are co-conspirators. Which would grant him, whatever he wants. And believe me, he'll take everything from her if he can. I love her too much, to let Kol destroy the life and career she has built.
xXx
Today Elijah and Kat were hosting the brunch for their engagement announcement. Though, their close friends and family knew, today was the day more of their friends and colleagues would know. Damon walked into the brunch, and was quickly greeted by his best friend.
"Ahh Damon, I see you come dateless."
"My date, cannot be date. Her not quite ex-husband, aka you're dead beat little brother, I am presuming is going to be here."
"Thought things were finalized?" Elijah said.
"Nope. Haven't you spoken to your brother? He's decided to go after her business. He is prolonging this, and trying to take whatever he can from her."
"I have not spoken to Kolson, since, I don't know it's been a while. Nikklaus, has not spoken to him either. It's a wonder he shows up today with a date. To be honest, he's on the list with a plus one. But he has not RSVP'd so we shall see if he shows up."
"In the meantime, I'll take a champagne."
"Yes, certainly. By the way, you speaking of Kol wanting to her business shares, and Katerina has spoken to me about leaving the business and going back to her fashion roots, maybe something to talk to Bonnie about."
"Kat wants to leave the business?" He asked grabbing a champagne flute.
"She's very undecided, but it has been brought to my attention. A while back, I made a small investment in Bonnie. And we spoke of her leaving THE Review behind, and doing something she's passionate about. Maybe, the time is now."
"She starts a business while she's married, he's going to want to take that too. You don't think she and I talk about these things. Bonnie having her own catering business or event planning business is her dream. But, as long as she's a Mikaelson, her dreams aren't safe being executed. No offense."
"None taken." Elijah too, grabbed a flute and drank.
"So, how's wedding planning coming along?"
Elijah raised his brows and sighed heavily. "My friend, it's a headache most days. This woman is incredibly insensitive. Not that I need her to tend to my emotions, but, I had to tell her that pink wasn't my color. Why should I tell her that? My suit should be black and white. Simple."
"Not with your fiancé." They both laughed. "Besides I hear I'm wearing black with pink."
"No lucky you, yellow is your "accent" color. Whatever that means... accent. And that's because Bonnie's dress is yellow. The other groomsman will wear black and white, with Rosey Pink, I luckily made her give me the darker shade of pink. But pink and white. Really?"
Damon patted Elijah's back, and after a frustrated look, Elijah laughed because Damon gave him the look. "Marriage, is about compromise."
"Not with her. If this is any look into marriage, this woman is already draining me. She's so lucky she's fucking hot, and smart, and an amazing lay." Elijah words were only complimented by the serious tone he took, because he wasn't joking. Damon shook his head humorously.
"She has you wrapped around her fingers."
"No."
"My friend, from the moment you met her, you haven't thought about another woman. And, I can tell, you like giving her this control."
"Well, let's just say, I'm still the king of my castle. She knows when she can have control, and when I take it back."
Damon looked around at the crowd. Just as he did, Bonnie was walking in with her hair in loose waves swept to one side of her face, and a vintage, sixties inspired summer dress she had on. He'd never seen her wear many pastels, but today she was wearing these soft colors. When he met her she wore black and white. Over the months, she'd softened due to the trust they'd built. She looked like a popsicle in the summer and he wanted to lick her. "Well, that's all that matters. Balance." He said, reverting back to Elijah. "You and Kat balance one another. Couple more months til the big day."
"Yes. I still can't believe it."
"I can bro. You definitely deserve it."
...
"Bon, babe... you look so vintage today."
"Thanks, trying something new." She said to Elena. "So, where's your sister?"
"She just walked Tyler to the drinks."
"Tyler? Wow. Things are pretty serious, huh?"
"I mean, we've been taking it slow. You know, I live up north again. He lives down here. So, I only see him when I visit Kat."
"You mean, you see Kat, when you visit Tyler." Bonnie wiggled her brows.
"Hey, it's no different then when I came to visit Stefan. Same city, different guy. Besides, Stefan's married."
"Yeah he is. How are you dealing with the break up?"
"Pft, it was months ago. And after meeting Sarah, I just, can't even imagine how Stefan and I ever... I mean, ya know?"
"You did more than meet Sarah." Bonnie laughed.
"Oh shut up. That stays between us, Bon." Elena grinned. "She is beautiful though, and a great kisser. And ya know, Stefan... He was a great guy. But, not for me. He was always in some other head space. Tyler and I, click. We just, we are easy and I wish to God he was never Caroline's boyfriend. But the truth is, they weren't for each other anyways. Caroline was so uptight, and Tyler's very laid back. Caroline needed someone to pull her out of her shell. I just think, she was with Tyler out of convenience, because she complained about him frequently."
"How are you and Caroline?"
"Sadly, we haven't spoken much since the party. That night changed the course of so much in my life."
"Yeah, well, as friends, you'll come back together when the time is right. If the friendship is worth it."
"Yeah. I was thinking that." Elena turned to see her sister walking briskly towards them.
"Bitches!" She smiled. "I still can't believe it. I'm getting married in two months. And only two-thirds of my bridal party is here. Where the hell is Hayley and Nik?"
"No clue." Bonnie shook her head. "You look absolutely stunning though." Bonnie smiled. "Like a woman about to marry into royalty or something."
"Well, thank you. This Chanel dress, was literally calling my name. And what about you? Why do you look so retro?" Katherine scrunched her face up.
"Hmm, let me guess, you don't like it?"
"No bitch. I don't. It's like thrift store retro. What did you do?"
"I hate you. It's actually name brand-"
"No shit? I didn't realize thrift stores carried name brands."
"Bitch, its Lily's. It was hers from the seventies. And, it's a Diane Von Furstenburg original 1970's wrap dress." She corrected, forcing Kate jaw to drop, in confusion. "For a fashion girl, I guess you need to brush up on vintage."
"I'm a woman of today bitch. Anyway, you look cute as always, but I hate the dress." Katherine's honesty was never under appreciated, and if anyone could accept her brutality it was always Bonnie. "So, why haven't you went and hugged your man? Finalized divorce, and you two can finally come out."
"Actually the divorce is not finalized. And, today isn't about me and Kol. It's you and Elijah, so don't ask."
"Bon, stop, tell me what happened?"
"Nothing." She glanced at Damon from across the room. "I'm just happy, and Kol doesn't like it. Nothing more to say. He's finally stopped calling me last month, and if I never see him again, I wouldn't be sad. Unfortunately your marrying my exes brother, and I'm sure I'm stuck with him forever."
"Fuck kol. He won't be here today. He didn't RSVP. Even though he's in the wedding party. I'm assuming we won't see him til the rehearsal dinner."
"And I'm walking down the isle with him?" Elena snarled.
"Hey, I can't very well, stick him with Bonnie, and besides two of three couples in the bridal shower are actually dating." Kat mentioned with an eye roll.
"Sorry Elena. My divorce is literally happening in the middle of my best friends wedding planning. It's like every time we have a good day, talking about the wedding, Kol comes up. It just needs to go away. Something much more interesting needs to happen like now."
"Oh. My. God." Elena gasped.
"What?" Both Kat and Bonnie looked up, and in the direction Elena's mouth faced, agape and catching flies.
Bonnie clutched her chest, and granted another surprised reaction. "Well speak of the devil. Holy-"
"Shit!" Katherine completed. "That bitch was not invited." The three women stare endlessly at Caroline walking in the party with Hayley and Nik. She actually stood on the left side of Nik, holding his hand, and Hayley walked in to the room before them, and headed directly towards the bathroom. "What the fuck is this?"
"It looks like they are a couple. I mean throuple. I mean... is that a thing? A throuple?" Bonnie asked.
"What a bitch. Ya know, leave it to Caroline to weasel her way in here. Thirsty bitch!" Kat snapped. "I'm gonna make her leave."
"Kat, stop. She actually looks happy. Honestly."
"Kat, come on. If she's with Hayley and Nik, damn that sounds weird. But, if she is their girlfriend, we have to respect that. They are our friends. And they are in the wedding party."
"Wow, I need to really get used to this polyamory thing. I mean we all knew about it, but they rarely bring a girl, or guy around."
"Kat, if they are bringing her around the group, it must be serious."
Elena looked at Bonnie. "You think so? You think she actually went through with getting serious?"
"Why not? Look at her, she's holding Nik's hand." Bonnie smiled. "I'm all about people finding their absolute truth and being happy."
"Well, whatever. That blond bitch boils my blood. Last time I saw her she was talking about how she fucked Damon. You should hate her."
"Kat!" Elena hit her shoulder.
"Ouch. What? It's true."
"No. I don't hate her. She and Damon had sex back in college." Kat paused. "Wait, didn't he go to school in New York?"
"Yeah. Actually. He wasn't in college when they had sex, she was. I think it's when he moved out here, with Stefan. And I am in no way insecure about them. Trust me. Damon and I are unshakeable."
Tyler walked back to the group, and put his arm around Elena. "Hey babe, you want to grab a seat with me?"
"Sure." She turned to the side kissing his cheek. "Ladies, what should we order? Any recommendations?"
"Everything was especially picked out by Elijah and myself. No favorites. Order everything for all I care. We've paid the caterers. By all means, champagne or beer. Just eat and drink and be merry." The two smiled and walked towards the tables. Then as they stood talking for a while, until the guys walked over to them. "Keeper baby, we should probably sit and eat. Everyone's here, finally. We know Kol won't be here, and I'm starving."
"Okay, my love. Let's have a seat. Oh by the way, Damon, we were under the impression the two of you were coming out to everyone today. So, your seats are next to one another."
"It's quite alright." Bonnie looked towards Damon. "We can sit, and pretend to be just friends for a little longer. No flirty touches, no kisses, no feeding each other."
"Aww, can I at least stare at you, adoringly?" He continued to joke with her.
"No gazing, my love. Just friends. Which means, you can't hold my hand under the table. You can't play footsies with me. You can't follow me into the restroom, and lock the door behind you. You can't even, casually touch my back like I'm yours." She smiled. He leaned over when no one was looking and kissed her.
"Ah ah ah!" She pulled away. "Not even Eskimo kisses."
"Shucks." He snapped his fingers. "You're so lucky I'm madly in love with you. It'll be torture but I'm sure we can manage." He said to Kat and Elijah.
"Yeah, we are fine." Bonnie said. "Let's go sit and have champagne."
Damon, still casually placed his hand on her lower back and lead them to sit down. He pulled her chair out and scooted it in, then sat next to her. And he did all of the sly things they said they wouldn't. He played footsies with her. He put his hands on her knee. He glanced at her periodically and she batted her lashes. They spoke to other people for a while and faced away from one another. But his hand rest on her knee and her foot rested on top of his. After several minutes he leaned over and whispered into her ear. "You look absolutely stunning today. I never knew how sexy the retro look was until I saw you walk in here with this pastel dress, this retro make up, and you're hair... I mean- wow. You look flawless."
"Thank you." She blushed. "You're mother gave this to me."
"I know. I remember this dress in pictures. You and Lily have gotten very close."
"Yeah. We have. Sorry if it bothers you."
"It did at first. But, you're persistent. I may not want much to do with her. But you having a piece of my past, and holding it so close, kind of means a lot to me. And you're heart is just too big. I can't contain all of the love you have to give."
Her soft eyes sparkled. "I love you Damon. I love you so much."
"I love you more, Bonnie. With everything I have inside of me." Just at the moment they leaned over to kiss one another, and Katherine grabbed her friends hand, causing Bonnie to turn abruptly to her.
"Hey. Don't look now, but your soon to be ex just showed up."
"What?" Bonnie kept looking at Katherine while Damon's head turned towards the other end of the table.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." He tossed his napkin, and sat directly up in annoyance.
Bonnie took a second to turn and when she did, everyone else had already been stricken with surprise. She didn't say anything, because she was speechless.
"Keeper baby, why is your brother here with Damon's scraps?"
"Kitten, you're guess is as good as mine."
"Good afternoon family. Friends. You all look lovely. This is my date, Andie. Is this assigned seating?"
"Kol, you never RSVP'd."
"Does that mean I have no place to sit?"
"There's placing towards the middle of the table." Elijah stood up and walked to them both greeting them. "Kitten. Welcome our guests."
"What for? I mean, welcome!" Then she whispered under her breath, "An hour late. You sure know how to make an entrance, Kol. Sit, I'm hungry." Kat looked at Bonnie and Damon and shrugged her shoulders. She quietly whispered to her friend. "You okay?"
"I'm good. I can't believe he'd be so low, he'd come with Andie. After everything, he just wants to dig deeper and deeper. But, like I said, I'm happy. I'll pay him no attention."
"Okay, because if you want him gone, I'll kick his ass out."
"No. It's fine. Go ahead and greet your guests with your fiancé. You know Elijah is all about etiquette." Bonnie gave an unconcerned looked over to Damon who was rubbing his hand down his face in frustration. "Baby, you okay?"
"I have no idea why he's here with her." She noted how he seems nervous.
"Who cares? Do you miss her or something? Because I don't miss him."
"Of course I don't miss her. But the two of them are co-conspirators in some way and I'm not here for it. We should leave."
"Baby, no. Remember, we are here as friends. Not a couple. Let's not give him more fuel."
"Bon, he's clearly here with a motive. He and Andie? What the fuck? The two of them are up to something."
Bonnie stare at Damon, filled with concern for his disposition and his tense nature, then she look at Kol and Andie. Kol raised his glass of champagne at her and smirk just enough to make her skin crawl. "Cheers." He said low enough for her to hear. Then he turned over and kissed Andie's cheek.
Bonnie reached for Damon's hand under the table and squeezed. "Baby. Look at me."
Damon looked up at her. "Screw him. Okay. You and I are a team. He can't come between us. We won't let him."
"I know baby. Let's just order okay. I don't want to be here too long."
"Okay." Bonnie held his hand as he shook his leg, in frustration. Kol was not about to ruin everything they worked so hard to build. She'd be damned he didn't let her move on with her life, and keep herself as far away from him as possible today.
But the smile on Kol's face today, was too carefree for Bonnie's comfort.
Kol is tired of being ignored. Question- Can Bonnie and Damon survive what's about to come this next chapter? ! Thx for reading;)