Black Velvet
Chapter 22- The Poetry of Love & The Art of Lies ll (A MAN SCORNED)
R-M
- Some of you probably know what's coming this chapter... I hope you enjoy this update.
"Attention everyone!" Elijah and Kat stood up tapping glasses. "Hello. As we've sat for the past couple of hours, eating and drinking, it's been our pleasure to enjoy you all, and share this day with you. This engagement has brought nothing short of trivial problems, and minuscule disagreements. But I would have it no other way. This woman is the reason my existence even matters. So, in short, thank you for celebrating our engagement with us."
"Thank you. Even if you know you shouldn't be here." Kat smiled politely looking at Kol, Andie, and Caroline. Elijah choked nearly on his own breath, but when he looked at Katherine she batted her eyelashes and smiled innocently.
"Please we have the facility for a little while longer. Drink and be merry."
"No more orgies." Kat laughed at herself as she said it. "Just kidding." The group laughed as they toasted.
"Katerina, I'm literally not happy with you're brattiness during the toast." Elijah whispered as they sat down. She held her glass in her perfectly manicured hand, tipping the the last sip of the champagne into the back of her throat, signifying her need for the relief. She glanced at her fiancé, who seemed uptight.
"Well, I'm literally not happy that anyone would show up, or brought someone I am not fond of. This day is to celebrate us. Not deal with bullshit." The atmosphere was rather peaceful, and Kol was annoyingly happy, and obnoxiously flaunting Andie. "Bon?" Katherine quietly called to her best friend. "Why don't you walk out with Damon and get some air. He seems aggravated."
"I thought about that, but, he's afraid to be seen together, in that way until the divorce is finalized."
"Doesn't Kol know about you two?"
"He does. But I honestly don't think he has physical proof. And I think we should keep it that way."
Just then they both turned to see Kol laughing and engaging in several conversations. He didn't look like he same man from months ago. He didn't sound like the man begging on the phone to see her. He had a neatly trimmed beard, a smile, and a different confidence about him. Bonnie turned to Damon and he was glancing at his phone avoiding anything that had to do with Kol, and his purposeful distracting behavior. "Hey, you okay?" She whispered.
"Yeah baby. I'm fine." He put a glass of bourbon to his lips, preparing to let the liquid glide down his dry and irritated throat in one swift drink. He graduated from champagne an hour ago, when Andie and Kol, convinced this room full of people they were a happy couple, as opposed to the vengeful souls they were. Damon's head pounded over the mind fuck. In his discontentment, he went back to his phone and became engulfed in whatever it was he was looking at.
"What is so interesting?"
"Uh, an email that came through a while ago. My attorney was looking into somethings for me."
"Like what?"
"Just some technical legalities."
"Damon, you aren't in any trouble are you?"
"Uh, well... I just might be. I'm waiting to hear back from him within the next hour or so."
"That why you're so damn tense?" She grabbed his hand and felt his hands sweating. "Baby... what is going on? Why are you so nervous?"
"Nothing."
Bonnie knew, it wasn't nothing. She looked at his discomfort, and then searched with her eyes for the bathroom. "Hey, hey. Look at me." Her small hands tipped his chin towards her to make eye contact, his face was red with anxiousness. "Maybe you should go rinse your face off, or get some air."
Damon got up, "I'll go to the bathroom. Be back." He was kind of cold towards her, and she got up and headed outside, in the opposite direction. Kol noticed their rift, and smiled to himself. If she was going to avoid him, and forgo, what important information he had for give to her, he'd make sure he had the last laugh.
...
Bonnie stood outside realizing she and Damon accidentally grabbed one another's phones. She felt a buzz come through and she looked at it. A portion of a text msg on his screen. It was from Andie. "What the hell does she want?" Bonnie asked herself. Then two more messages came through. Bonnie didn't want to unlock his phone and check. She trusted Damon. There was nothing Andie could do, took take that from her. Buzz. Buzz. Two more messages. Five texts messages from Andie, and when her name kept popping up, she realized that she and Damon, were being tested. She marched back inside of the dining hall, and went straight passed the seated area, and headed straight into the bathroom, grabbing her cell phone along the way.
Her heels couldn't carry her fast enough to the men's restroom. She headed inside like a stealthy jet. Quiet, and quick, opening the door while he was inside of a stall, and locking it as she stepped inside. Bonnie turned his phone onto the camera screen, sat it on the countertop facing them, and pressed record. When Damon heard the door suddenly lock, he finished up. And was on his way out, he spotted her with her back against the door. He didn't say anything. He just kept inside of his thoughts. It was a dark colored room with greenery and complete privacy. It was a little fancy, but clean none-the-less. He headed to wash his hands, when she came from behind him, wrapping her arms around his body from the back. She reached down, fondling him through his pants, until he looked up in the mirror at her.
"Sweat pea, what are you doing?" He asked watching her unbuckle his pants.
"We had each other's phone, I thought I'd come do a fair exchange." She spoke seductively.
"Yes. But, we can't... do this, right now. You can't do what your doing."
"I'm distressing you. Something has you worked up, and I hate seeing you this way."
"Baby, I can't right now. I have a lot on my mind."
"Like what? Tell me, Damon! Don't leave me in the dark!"
"It's not a good time. Soon, I promise."
"Does it have to do with Andie?"
"What? I haven't spoken to her in months."
"Then why is she texting you?"
"Because she's neurotic. She's sees me, and you're next to me, she isn't stupid. I called her "Bonnie" sometimes. She's jealous. Did you go through my phone?"
"No. I wouldn't do that. But I saw the name pop up. Damon, let me help you. Talk to me. Let my body be your safe place." He appreciated her effort, always willing to be who he needed when he needed her. She was so attentive. But his mind was far off after watching those two walk in together.
"Baby, I can't think straight. I can't even get hard if I wanted to."
"What? That's impossible. You never have an issue getting... baby, what can I do?" She asked putting one hand on his face, and groping him over his pants with the other. "Tell me!"
"I don't know. I'm, just... I'm fucking stressed."
"What is it?"
"If I'm being honest, it's everything! I've never been this stressed in my life. It's Lily, your parents, your divorce, your ex, and us having to hold off on moving on. A lot of shit hitting us at once." Not to mention the possibility of legal fees, if Kol and Andie teamed up against him, and threatened his professional title.
"I'm going to help you through this. Just use my body, and fuck the stress away." Bonnie lifted her dress slightly, and pulled her panties off, then put them to his face. Damon loved to take her underwear and inhale her warmth, it always made him incredibly possessive. "That better?"
He reveled in her fragrance and snatched the panties from her hands and stuffed them into his pocket. "That's a good start." He smiled. She slowly took off the straps of her dress, revealing her bare breasts. Not as big and fake as Andie's, but supple, and petite, the way her loved her. Damon bit his lip, and touched her perky nipples with his fingers. Her undressing in this men's restroom to help settle his anxiety showed him how far they've come from eight months ago. "I'm not in the mood to play nice. I'm stressed out, and I feel like being an asshole."
"That's okay Maestro."
"I'm feeling like a rotten bastard, my precious schiavetto." He spoke with a straight face and a low voice.
"Use my body, Maestro. Let me help you." He watched her bite her lip, and he began taking control.
"Unbuckle my pants, and pull my dick out. Then get on your knees." Bonnie smiled, and licked her lips.
"Yes Maestro."
She moved her body downward, and began loving on his beautiful member. Holding him with two hands as she lathered him up and allowed the sensation of two hands and a mouth to hug him inside of hot, wet warmth. Damon's head rolled back when she started to make the wet slurping sounds, until he saw her phone on the counter top. "Schiavetto?"
"Yes Maestro?"
"What is my phone there for, are you recording us?"
"Yes." She breathed out still making sure not to loosen the slack or the attention to detail as she gave him head.
"Oh, yeah?" He gripped her hair from the nape of her neck, yanked her head off his manhood and forced her eyes up at him. "Get up!" He demanded. Her eyes, became petrified, at her negligence to ask permission to record them. "You want a fucking video?"
"I'm sorry Maestro, I should've asked permission." He sucked his teeth at her defiant behavior, with the utter desire to punish her, right on the spot.
"Turn around. Bend over!" She turned around, and bent forward. "Place your hands on the counter top, and count. I'm going to spank you!... With my belt." Bonnie gave a look of shock. She'd never been spanked with a real belt. Not even by her own parents. She knew anyone outside could here it. She shot him a concerned look, and he repeated himself angrily. "Did I stutter, Schiavetto? Or do I need to deliver a harsher punishment?"
"No, Maestro. I understand."
Bonnie slowly placed her hands on the countertop, and Damon undressed her, unzipping and removing her dress, leaving her completely vulnerable, and nude, with the exception of her heels. Bonnie prepared herself for his belt, and he saw her nails, curl into a fist. "Flatten your hands."
She did as she was told. He was angry, and stressed, and she offered her body. "Yes, Maestro."
"Do you understand what I am about to do? I will deliver ten swats to your ass. Every swat you count. This will hurt. It won't feel good. It may break the skin, it may leave welts. You look me in the eye through that mirror, and remember, who makes the rules here. Do you accept this punishment?"
"I do Maestro." When Bonnie saw him remove his belt, she took a deep breath, readying her body for his punishment. At this point, their relationship was getting deeper into this world, and she could neither confirm nor deny how addicted she was to this level of pleasure. She'd become a masochist in the worst way.
And his sadist ways today, showed no mercy. One loud smack of leather, shot across the flesh of her ass.
SWAT!
"Ouch! Hmmm" She whined, biting her lip. He stare at her until she followed the rules. "One"
SWAT!
"Two."
SWAT!
"Three." She spoke, watching his raise his arm and bring it down again.
SWAT!
"Four." He lifted and SWAT the other side of her ass this time.
SWAT!
"Hmmm." She mumbled biting her lip through the sting. "F-five."
SWAT!
"Six."
SWAT!
"Seven." She bit her lip, feeling drool, pool at the corners of her mouth.
SWAT!
"Eight." Her eyes never left his, and the feeling was turmoil, stinging on her ass, while he glared at her angrily. It turned her on, even though she wanted to slap him. He saw her relax a bit, and allowed her to breath for a few seconds before he went back at it.
SWAT!
"Nine."
SWAT!
"Ten." She breathed out heavily clenching her fist. Damon looked down at her red and welted ass. Some small red marks where her skin broke, but the majority of it was dark pink welts raised around her skin. He grabbed his phone and pointed the video at her play marks.
"This is what happens when you don't ask Maestro for permission to take a lead during play time. I love the initiative baby, but I am Maestro." He pointed the phone to the mirror, at her face. Do you understand?"
Bonnie nodded her head, wipe her tears. "Yes Maestro." Damon put the phone down and pointed it back at them from where she had it. He rubbed her ass gently, looking at the damage. Still, watching him, never breaking eye contact. She winced as he touched the raised skin with his fingers. "It hurts Maestro."
"I love you baby. Maestro loves his good girl. Sorry I had to belt you." He bent over and kissed all over her ass. She'd done that for a minute or so, he grabbed her from behind gently lifting her, and turning her to face him, then lifted her onto the counter top. She winced feeling her flesh touch the cold counter top as it stung. "It's okay baby." Her fully naked body before him, in his suit. "You beautiful little whore." He whispered. "Daddy's little whore." He switched his tone from her heartless Maestro, to her doting Daddy dom. "Are you my little whore?"
She shook her head no. "No Daddy." Her whole tone changed too and she started talking like a baby girl sub.
And he started talking to her like she was a delicate flower. "No? You're not daddy's little whore? Then what are you? Hmm. Tell me what you are right now. Daddy's little princess?"
"Yes."
He moved his mouth to her hard as hell nipples. Gently one by one, caressing and sucking them. Bonnie was so sensitive she started to cry. Tears fell down her eyes, as he touched her gently. The contrast of gentle touches, from the spanking weakened her to his touch. Spanking always heightened Bonnie's senses. And Damon knew she needed skin to skin touch of some sort after spankings. Her mouth let out a loud moan. She couldn't help it, nor did she care who heard. The more he sucked the wetter and hornier she got. He watched her while he sucked her nipples, realizing she was putty. Shivering lips and needy moans. His other hand moved to her tender lips, feeling her already puddling full of liquid at her entrance. The moment his hand went there, she moaned again. "Oh God! Daddy!"
"Daddy's fingers feel good, baby?"
"Yes. Daddy. You should stop before I cum."
"Did you tell me to stop?"
"No. But I don't want to cum without permission."
"You wanna cum?"
"Yes Daddy."
"No!" He said. She pouted stuffing her lip out.
"Please?"
"I. Said. No." He removed his hand and he was harder than he'd ever been. He pulled her body to the edge of the counter top, and told her. "Don't make one sound, or I won't let you cum." When he entered her body she fought so hard to hold back her orgasm, and to torture her, he fucked her agonizingly slow. Making her tears stream faster than they'd ever streamed down her cheeks, and he tortured her until he couldn't handle it himself. When Damon finally let Bonnie cum she nearly passed out after that intense session.
...
Elena stood from the table excusing herself as the group started to break apart and slowly descend. A few people every ten minutes or so. She walked to Caroline when Caroline sat alone. "Hey, can I sit?"
"I'm not sure. If I say no, will you just steal the chair?" Caroline asked sarcastically.
"I deserve that. Although I didn't steal Tyler."
"Bullshit Princess! It's not bad enough you dated a married guy who couldn't give you what you needed, but you had to go and take my perfectly good boyfriend from me? You're the worst best friend ever." Caroline snapped.
"Perfectly good boyfriend? Which is why you always bossed him around and made him wear shit you picked out. Told him how to eat, and where he could and couldn't piss?"
"I don't care if I gave him golden showers every night. Girl code, don't fuck with your best friend's man. You fucked him, and hung out with him for weeks behind my back. You're a fucking backstabbing bitch." Caroline slammed her hand onto the table.
"Well, I'm not going to sit here, and get loud and obnoxious. I came to make amends. To tell you that I am sorry that of all the great guys I could fall in love with and really feel comfortable in my own skin around, just happened to be the boyfriend, you were using to keep from being lonely."
"What a condescending, back-handed apology."
"Listen, Tyler and I get along. And you seem really happy with the weird couple. So, I thought we could let bygones be bygones. But I see we can't." Elena stood up, grabbing her purse.
"You're abso-fucking-lutely right. And don't call my boyfriend and girlfriend weird. We are fucking normal, you fucking troll. And Elena, just know... Regardless of everything, you were my friend first. And you screwed me. Not interested in making amends with a backstabber. I'm not trying to get stabbed in the back again."
"You suddenly have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, and you used to despise that lifestyle. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer right?"
"No, it's more like, Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."
"Wow. Well, go to hell Caroline."
"After you? Mistress, to another woman's husband, slash, best friend's boyfriend stealer. You're just a home wrecker all the way around." Tyler walked over to Elena and grabbed her hand. Caroline looked at Tyler, and before he could speak she said, "Shut the fuck up Tyler." And walked away from the two of them. He shrugged it off and turned to his now girlfriend.
"Do I even wanna know?"
"No." despite the awful truth of sleeping with her best friends man, she felt awful having lost her best friend in the process.
"Sweetie, we should go. We have to call it an early night, your flight is early in the morning."
"Yeah, let's go." Elena walked out with Tyler, and didn't say another word to Caroline.
"Hey love, you okay? I saw you and Elena talking, but I didn't want to interfere?" Klaus lovingly walked up to her and kissed her cheek.
"Yeah, I'm good. Thanks for letting me handle that myself. I sincerely can't listen to a thing she says. She's a liar. That's not the first man she's slept with that wasn't hers."
"Yes, dear. But we all have skeletons in our closets. Honestly, no one is perfect. After all, that very night, you weren't shy about what you did with Hayley and I."
"I know, but you weren't dating my best friend. Maybe if I stole you from someone, or you were previously tied to her, but you were you're own person. Not Elena's, anything."
"Still two wrongs don't make a right. You cheated, not realizing he'd slept with her. In fact, the moment I began whispering in your ear that night, you stopped checking for Tyler."
"You? Pft. Whose side are should on?"
"Yours of course. But we have to face facts.
I stole you from the minute you saw me."
"Don't make it seemed like it was all you. Halley was hot and bothered that night, and she ended up selling me on sleeping with you two. Not you, you were kind of cocky."
"Cocky? Hmmm. Yes. Cocky. Cock... y." He smiled.
"Nik, you know I'm horny, don't talk about cock right now."
"Yes, darling, but we can't have sex when Hayley goes out of town. And we know she's on edge about leaving on business for the week. So, we have to be cool love."
"I know. I've tried comforting her all day, but she's giving me the cold shoulder. It's really hard, being in this relationship." Caroline sighed. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I love what we all have, but, it's hard reading the two of you. You guys are like night and day at times, and I just need like a heads up when one of you are in a mood."
"Us? Sweetheart, you have your own moods at times. We just need to figure it out together. This didn't happen over night, and it takes time to work itself out."
"I suppose you're right." They both embraced sweetly, and smiled. "I should go get Hayley so we can leave. She's not really talking to you today." Caroline grinned.
"Yeah, you do that, I'll go pull the car out front."
"Okay, see ya in a few." Caroline quickly spread herself around to search for Hayley, who'd been talking to everyone but she and Nik today. She was emotional over leaving and didn't want to see the two of them so happy together. Though the three of them were frequently happy together, she was feeling tinges of jealousy over having to leave them alone for a week.
...
The hall continued to clear out and Bonnie and Damon were feeling blissful once again after exiting the bathroom. She for one, became tired after her wore her out. But, he managed to keep her awake with some laughter, and light flirting. They'd figured the entire hall was basically cleared out of everyone, with the exception of Kat and Elijah. They were holding hands again, and smiling at each other. It was almost as if Kol, never showed up.
"Finally, you two are acting normal again."
"Kitten darling, we know they have to be careful. The perception of them as a couple could do some serious damage. You two will be at the cabin for card night right?"
"Yes. It will be nice to be away from everyone for a night. Out of the city and in the peace and quiet." Bonnie said, snuggling up to his face and kissing his neck behind his ear.
"Exactly, though I love the post engagement gatherings and the newly found couples events we've been attending, I need to break the monotony of all this togetherness. Especially when it attracts unwanted guests."
"Kitten, sweet heart, Kol was a guest. There for his date was a guest. I don't agree with the likes of he and Andie either. But let's not make Bonnie and Damon's situation any harder."
"Whatever. I feel like I need to be honest with assholes. Caroline showing up? Pft. Hayley and Nik are getting careless with their relationship. And you saw her have the nerve to go after my sister at the end. Such a bit-"
"Don't finish that sentence." Elijah said.
"Hey we should get going." Damon looked at Bonnie and wrapped his arm around her.
"Yeah, we should. I'm kind of exhausted. Okay guys, today was beautiful. Two more months right? I can't believe it."
"Two more months." Kat repeated. "And we are officially stuck with one another. For better or worse."
"Well, we'll see you guys at the cabin in a couple of days."
"Make sure you don't cancel. I need help with the seating chart, Bon. It's the only day I have his week to work on it. I need you."
"For sure sweetie. We'll see you then. Hugs and kisses." Bonnie said, kissing both sides of Kat and Elijah's cheeks before heading out. "Bye guys."
"Bye."
The two walked out hand and hand, since everyone was gone and headed to their cars. Damon walked Bonnie towards her car. "So you following me Sweet Pea or am I following you?"
"Let's go to your house tonight. I'm kind of tired of looking at mine all week."
"Okay." He walked her to her car, opened the door for her, and just as he was about to close it, they both saw an orange packet on her car windshield. "What the hell is that?" Damon grabbed the folder, and it was addressed Bonnie Mikaelson. "You're married name is on it."
"I don't know, give it to me." He handed it to her and she reached inside of the envelope, and slowly started pulling out picture after picture of she and Damon, in compromising positions at both her house and her office. Laying in bed, having sex, eating, drinking, hugged up. "What the hell?" She said, as Damon reached for the contents. Pictures of them in her office, in her house, on her kitchen table, her desk, her office chair, her bedroom, and various other places. They looked like still shots of videos, that were taken. "Oh my God. Damon what the hell is this?" She asked gasping with all of the detailed black and white pictures.
"I- I don't fucking know baby. Do you have cameras in your house, and at work?"
"No, Damon I don't."
"Fuck! It's Kol!"
"You kidding? What could he gain by this?"
"Damnit. Exactly what we didn't want him to. Somehow he's been watching you."
"Oh my God." She held her face in the palm of her hands feeling her muscles tense up. "He's so sick. He'll really stop at nothing. How could he? I mean, I did everything for him, can't he just let me move on with my life?"
"He doesn't want you to. Which is why he showed up today, the way he did. It was a show. They just wanted to drop these off."
"I can't even go home. I feel unsafe in my own home. He's watching me. And he has been for months. This is proof. This is all he needs to take everything from me. That's it. I've lost Damon. I've fucking lost. Kol, wins." She yelled in the parking lot. Damon snatched her up by her arms and forced her to look at him.
"Look at me baby. He has not won. Look how dirty he had to play. He's not going to win this fight, okay. There is no way he will win this fight. We won't let him. We'll find something on him. Don't you have proof about him and April?"
"I don't. I was blind-sided by everything, until the night I met you and April. After that I just wanted him out of my life. But still, I tried. I went to marriage counseling and everything. But my marriage was over that night. Everything he's done to me, Damon. All of the awful things he's done, why can't he just let me move on?"
"Simple." They heard a voice walking up from behind them. Bonnie and Damon looked up to see Kol and Andie walking towards them. Damon stood in front a dismantled Bonnie and blocked her from Kol. "I told you I'd never let another man have you. I will never let you move on from me. It makes no sense to just hand my wife, to the one man, I trusted with my deepest darkest secrets."
"Kol, you can move on amicably. You clearly have no problem moving on. Why are you trying to destroy her?"
"I'm not trying to destroy her."
"What? Of course you are." Bonnie spoke out from behind Damon.
"No, darling, it's him I want to destroy."
"Damon?" She wiped he tears. "Why Damon? He didn't do anything. You cheated! You decided to go outside of your marriage. Damon has been there for me."
"Of course he has." Kol smiled. "And how convenient for him to manipulate you, by delving into the situation with a personal vendetta against me. And sure, why not? I don't blame him, I mean, look at you. You're fucking beautiful. Every man's dream wife. Intelligent, successful, beautiful, sexy. He couldn't just be happy with the life he had. He had to take mine. What a wonder, a man like Damon, needing help in that department? With controlling women. He actually had the advantage. No wonder he comfortably went into the lifestyle." Bonnie began looking at Kol strangely, as some of his words came out of his mouth particularly strategical.
"Kol, come on. You and I can settle our differences like men. Leave Bonnie out of this."
"What differences?" Bonnie asked.
"Wow. You didn't tell her Doc?" Andie said.
"Doc?"
"Don't- don't call me that. I haven't been that to you in a long time. In fact, I was never your doctor, Andie."
Bonnie still stood quietly watching the exchange. "But me? Can you say the same about me?"
"Kol? Man..." Damon was almost desperate for Kol to shut his mouth. "Bonnie go home. Let me stay and talk with Kol. I promise I'll get this situated."
"Damon..."
"Listen, its simple Damon. You stop seeing my wife, or I take everything from you."
Bonnie shook her head in shock. "Wait, what? Kol, this has nothin to do with Damon, and everything to do with me and you. Leave him out of it." Kol laughed condescendingly, and looked over to Andie, who smiled like she knew something Bonnie didn't.
"Now, should I tell her Doc. Or should I LET you tell her."
"What is he talking about Damon?" She whispered quietly, trying not to let them fall apart before the two evil people in front of them.
Damon felt his heart nearly slow down, as he swallowed. Anything that came out of his mouth was a trial for his life, his career, his relationship with Bonnie. He stood before her, and stare at Kol, not in shock, but unaware that remaining in this predicament for so long without mentioning things to her, would lead to this very moment. The moment where the woman in question, could make or break him with a look. He held on to every precious moment they ever shared and let the memories filter his brain, so that when the words escaped his mouth against his will, he could remember everything beautiful about his life, and know everything he did was worth it. She was worth it. She was everything. And if he only had her for a little while, that was everything to him, and he never believed he would ever deserve such a fulfilling life. But nothing perfect lasts forever, and his dream was coming to an end as he was being shaken violently to wake up. It was when he heard her call his name, that he snapped out of it.
"Damon?" He turned to her slowly, and licked his lips nervously, looking down at his fidgety hands. She grabbed his hands like she always did when he was stressed. "You're hands are sweating. Talk to me."
"Bon, I-"
"It's okay, Damon. Whatever it is. Kol, can't destroy this." She whispered. "Talk to me."
"Bonnie, the night I met you...ahem." He cleared his throat, trying to find courage. "The night I met you. I wasn't just doing a him a favor. Kol, was my case study. I had been researching Narcissistic Personality Disorder, and it's effects on interpersonal relationships and marriages. Kol, agreed to be a case study, and in turn, I'd help him through treatment." Bonnie just stare at Damon, in shock. He looked everywhere but her eyes, because his nerves were shaken. Bonnie was still holding his hands, as he spoke, but her grasp loosened. "When I met you, I was also, studying the world of BDSM. As a psychologist, you're success aren't just helping patients, but studies we do on specific disorders, or neurological behaviors. Nothing about you and I was a study. You and I-" Bonnie almost tuned him out, unsure how to feel or what to think.
"I was a study Bonnie. Kol was a study. I wouldn't listen to him. You were probably a study too." Andie said.
"No. No! You weren't a study. And as far as Andie, the moment we became exclusive, I stopped studying her. And I also stopped studying Kol as well. The night I met you, and everything went down, I emailed him, dropping him as a study and client. I realized he was using my help to manipulate you, so I dropped him."
"No, he dropped me, so he could pursue you princess. He, knew all of my deepest, darkest secrets. He used those against me to manipulate you. To take you from me. I never had a chance once he set his sights on you, because he used his psychological manipulation over you."
"Stop. Stop, he wouldn't do that." Bonnie said, still holding onto the little hope she had in her relationship. Everything their relationship stood for was in the strength of that hand hold, and it was getting looser by the minute.
"Baby I didn't. I swear. Don't listen to Kol, you and I- are real. What we have is real. I swear you, I've never been more honest in my life." But it all seemed like so much. The other night finding out he was a psychologist so late in the relationship already had her questioning the merit of their connection. Now, Kol and Andie with this. Though Kol wanted nothing more than to hurt her, so she didn't know who to believe. Then Kol pulled out the unthinkable.
"I figured you'd say that. Then, I did a little research myself Doc. Turns out, he was diagnosed, about twenty years ago, with his own disorder. And it's all in this envelope. Everything you need to know about his personality disorder, and the types of people that have them. It's called Sadistic personality disorder."
"That is a fucking lie. What paperwork did you doctor up to make that look real, because I'm telling you Bonnie, I don't have a personality disorder. Those are strong words to use. Baby look at me." He begged when she hadn't been able to look him in the eyes. "Baby, please?" He whispered. "Don't listen to him. That diagnoses was a lie. And I can explain later."
"You were diagnosed with sadistic personality disorder? Tell me if that was a lie."
"It's hard to explain. That paperwork said I was diagnosed, and I thought I was for so long, but-"
"Face it Bonnie. He gets pleasure from manipulating people with his words. Punishing them and enforcing his control. It's all there in the paperwork. He can't lose control or give up any control. He doesn't feel like a part of society unless he's controlling what he feels like are lesser minded people. People who exhibit the need to rely on him or depend on him. He controls everyone. Me. You. Andie. He's not a good person Bonnie. And he's can become violent and explosive. Do you even know what he did to me, when he paid me a visit? Huh, did he tell you?"
"Kol, stop." Bonnie looked at him.
"He broke up a beer bottle and stuffed it into my mouth and pinned me down, closing my mouth so I couldn't breath. He forced me to chew that glass to beg for my life, and the amount of surgical work done on my mouth cost a fortune. Wonder why you didn't hear from me for a couple of months after that. I could barely speak. And it took me a month to be seen, thanks to Andie. But, my mouth was destroyed. He broke my rib, he attacked me when I least expected it."
Bonnie felt Damon clench his fists, and saw the fury in his face. "Kol, you and I both know why I did what I did. What you did to Bonnie. Let's not forget everything I know about you."
"Ah ah ah, doctor patient confidentiality. I'm sure you don't want a HIPAA lawsuit among other things." Kol smiled. Damon turned back towards Bonnie holding in all of his anger. He couldn't by law speak about anything Kol told him in confidence. Even when he realized half of the awful things Kol did, was to Bonnie. The internal anger Damon struggled with when it came to Kol, was torture. Especially when he had to look Bonnie in the eye everyday and pretend Kol didn't exist, and the things he knew about Kol were never told to him. Which is why he hurt Kol the way he did. "Doesn't that sound like a Sadistic person, Bonnie? One who could literally kill a man with bare hands, and no conscious over it?"
"What about what you did, Kol? To your wife. What about the things you did, to her?"
"I was dealig with a sickness Damon, it's called alcoholism. I'm sober now since the new year. I've gotten help. Real help. Not from a doctor who used my sickness against me to steal my wife."
"Bon he's only telling you this, to build his case. So, that he can say you knew all along and you and I were co-conspirators trying to sabotage him. I know this man, Bonnie. I was his therapist. Everything about him, I studied. He's a compulsive liar. Trust me, he's not doing this for you, he's doing it for himself."
"Damon, what did Kol tell you? What are you talking about the things he's done, that I don't know about?"
"I can't tell you. It's technically against the law."
Kol interrupted him. "Bonnie, he's a manipulative asshole."
"And you're a sex addict! A violent one. Is that the diagnoses Damon gave you? Oh God." She thought about it. "Wait, so, the sex addict diagnosis, the things you did... Damon was the doctor who knew?"
"Yes." Kol admitted.
She turned to Damon, and looked him in the eye. "You knew what he did to me? You knew the things that he did, that I didn't tell you about? You knew about the over active sexual indulgences, and the force, and the drinking, and the high sex drive, and the miscarriage, and the... the... toll it all took on my body?"
Damon couldn't speak. He put his head down, and rubbed his thumb and index finger across his forehead.
"Answer me!"
"It's complicated. It wasn't necessarily given to me, the way you're putting it."
"How was it put?"
"I can't tell you."
"Bullshit, fuck the law, Damon. Right now, is not a time to tell me about the law. You violated several laws I'm sure."
"No, I haven't. I've been very careful. Andie, wasn't exactly a patient. And Kol, was dropped the moment I realized everything. He spins the stories in a way, Bonnie, that-" Damon sighed. "Let's just say, when I got to know you, I knew what was truth and what wasn't. He's trying to come between us. But, he is jealous because of our connection. Can we just, go somewhere and talk? Not in front of them?"
"Damon, if you don't stay away from my wife, I'll take everything from you." Kol said. Bonnie looked around at the cars driving by and the noise, and wanted so badly to drown out all she was hearing but she couldn't. She held her body, finally letting go of Damon's hands. At that moment, he felt her presence leave him.
Just an hour ago they were fucking in bathroom, with his hands gripping her like a possessed man, and biting his shoulders for dear life. She could still feel his nails digging into her ass cheeks as he held her up. He could still feel her teeth in his shoulder.
Kol, watched his wife look unsure. She grabbed the envelope and its contents and got into her car. She put her sunglasses on and drove away without any words. Damon was left there with his embarrassment, and Kol and Andie to gripe about how he'd lost everything. But he didn't listen. He couldn't hear them. When the muffling in his head stopped he turned to them both.
"Andie, you're a lonely divorcée, who came to me, because you heard what I could do for you. It was just sex. And not that great either. You were a lonely woman, suing your husband, because you wanted to take him for everything he had. You've always been a selfish woman, and out for yourself. Even with me, I made sure, that you were satisfied whenever you left me. You were not a patient of mine, you were a client. It was a cover, we both know that. And Kol, you came to me, because you needed to cover all the bases. You didn't care about Bonnie. You just wanted it documented that you were being treated, so she wouldn't leave you. You both were people that were checking blocks. Neither wanted to become better people. Both just wanted to feel better about the shitty person they were. You two belong together. But she," he pointed in the direction Bonnie drove off in, "she is a good woman. She was a good wife. She was an emotional punching bag for you Kol. She was a cash cow for your lazy behavior. She took care of you. She didn't give me the time a day for a long time. Because she believed she had to fix you, and couldn't abandon you. What good did all of this do? You just hurt her more. It goes to show your motives were still Narcissistic. No one wins here. And yeah... She may be too good for me. But you have never, and will never deserve her."
...
Damon drove around for a while, and just as much as he figured she didn't want to see him, he drove home, and there she was waiting for him. He stood in his kitchen across from her, silently. "Why?"
"I was protecting you from the truth, because I knew it would sound worse than it was."
"And how did you know that? Your psycho-analyzing tactics." She asked sarcastically.
"You know, when I met you, I immediately remembered the things he'd told me in sessions. He made himself seem like the emotionally battered husband. I wasn't sure how to take you at first. You were kind of cold, and disconnected. But very attentive to him, and you allowed yourself to play the role of loving wife. But I felt the façade in it. I imagined, when he said you only liked to fuck him when he was drunk, how that couldn't have been true, because every time he put liquor to his mouth that night, you rolled your eyes. He said that you made no time for him, and neglected his needs. And I realized it couldn't be true, because he gave you those dinner plans less than a couple of hours before we got there, and you made that amazing dinner, that I couldn't even focus on because I was too busy trying to see what was true and what wasn't. You were hard to figure out. I felt like I met a fed up woman. But a woman, that was desperate for some connection."
"You aren't answering my question!"
"Because, everything he told me about you, was a challenge to me. And when I met you, I wanted to take you from him. It's true. I wanted you for myself, and could no longer help him. I didn't want to help him be better for you. I dropped him as a patient."
"You understand how selfish you sound?" She yelled. Her voice shook, and so did her hands.
"Yes. I am selfish. I've always been honest about my selfishness when it comes to you. I'm not perfect."
"It's not okay, Damon." She yelled.
"I know. You don't think I know that? I am not a perfect man. But from the moment I saw you, I wanted you. And I went after you, no matter what it meant for him. Because I knew, he didn't deserve you."
"This is so fucking twisted." She said, holding her forehead with the palm of her hand.
"But I love you. I never thought I'd love someone the way I love you."
"Stop saying you love me. You've lied to and deceived me."
"No I never lied. I withheld information."
"Pertinent information. You knew Kol took advantage of me? Right? You knew he drank, so he could force me into sex?"
"No. I didn't."
"What were you told, and don't give me that doctor patient bullshit, Damon!"
"I was told, you only liked being touched when he was drunk. I was told, he only felt like you were into it, when he was drunk, because he lasted longer. You have to understand, he was my patient. It doesn't mean I believed everything he said. But I had no reason to think otherwise, because I was treating him, not both of you. And I was focused solely on him for the study and his behaviors. You were of no consequence to me when I didn't know you. And naturally, I only got one side of the story. How was I supposed to assume what was fabricated until I heard everything he had to say? My job was to listen and then assess."
"What else did he tell you? About me." She demanded.
"Bonnie, please don't make me-"
"Tell me!"
"Uh, he went through your phone, everyday. Paranoid that you were cheating and that he could lose you. Yet, he cheated on you, because he knew you were too good for him. Countless times, with tons of women. Different women. He had low self-esteem in the marriage, and sought for attention elsewhere. He wanted to feel like a man. " Her eyes watered hearing the truth.
"Got damn! Was he at least protected?"
"He says he was. But, how can I be certain?"
"And you thought we could go all these months, without you telling me this? So I could get tested?"
"I planned to tell you everything, as soon as the divorce was finalized. To protect you."
"Stop with the protecting me bullshit. I needed honesty." She admitted shaking her head in disapproval. "What else did he say?"
"Uhh... He was sexually deprived. He wanted kids. He was jealous of your career, because you put it before him. He never admitted he was jealous. But, I was able to note that, when he spoke of your successes, and his inability to keep a job."
"Of course. And about me?"
"You were rigid, and angry. You had control issues, and made all of his decisions for him. He said he felt like a prisoner when it came to sex, and you were the warden, the way you rationed it out. He cheated because you withheld sex, and emotionally abused him."
She laughed sarcastically. "Oh God. Emotionally abus- and you believed him?"
"To an extent. But come on, he is Narcissistic. I knew he fabricated his truths, because of his self-centeredness. But, somethings he said, made a little sense when I met you. You were very controlling when I met you. He said you only liked to be on top during sex. And you controlled the sex. Which made me believe his story about him being drunk. Because I thought you controlled him better when he was drunk, before I met you. And, it's true, you like o control everything. Even with us, in the beginning, you tried to control things."
"Well, that's not it, he got drunk, and aggressive. He knew he was untouchable when he was drunk. And I was available for the abuse."
"He also told me you begged when he was drunk. Which is why he drank."
"In the beginning, yes. I begged him to stop. Then after I realized there was no stopping him, once he blacked out, I stopped talking altogether. It made it quick and painless. If I came home and he was already drunk, I went directly to the bathroom and I took pills to numb myself to it. Do you know why he became an alcoholic?"
"His lack of control contributed to his alcoholism."
"And this is why, therapists never made sense to me. Because you can only analyze behavior based on information you collect. Selective information, patients decided to disclose. No offense to your profession, but the reason he drank, went deeper than his lack of control. He lacked the capacity to control me. The reason he drank, was because, it was his excuse to fuck me without consent. He was fearless, and it scared me. And I never told a fucking soul, because I was embarrassed. It was a humiliating, dark secret. And it showed how flawed we were. Everyone, except Katherine, thought we were perfect."
"It's okay to have flaws."
"No it's not. You met my parents. Flaws are ignored, and moved past." Damon realized Bonnie was in need of therapy. She had too much pent up pain, she never let it out. It was effecting her ability to communicate openly, and lean to lean on anyone. She wanted people to see her, without flaws. "Damon, do you know, I believed that because I was his wife, I had to let him do that? Do you know why?"
"No." Damon shook his head, just listening. Because of his profession, he was an attentive listener.
"Because I believed I'd be married to him forever. And that one man only was supposed to ever make love to me. This is how I was raised. One man, one woman. Forever. My body belonged to my husband, and his belonged to me. And since I couldn't divorce him, I just tried controlling the sex. Twice a week, to give my body a break. And I told him that in order to have children, he had to stop drinking. And once he stopped drinking, he stopped being violent. That's when he started going to see you, I guess. You helped him with his drinking, when you sent him to AA, because he calmed down. Or so I thought. Maybe it's when he started cheating. So, he stopped looking to me for sex, six to eight times a day. You have any idea how my body felt after letting my husband fuck me so much? I felt worthless. So, I took my worth back. And I stopped having sex for love. And started having contractual sex. Speaking of contracts, I know a thing or two about them. Kol had to sign a contract to my sex agreement, so we could try for kids. But he drank so much, I think we lost our chance. So, I started taking birth control. Lying to him about it. Because if he knew I got off of it, he'd go back to fucking mercilessly."
"Bonnie, I'm sorry. I just, didn't know things from your point of view. I nearly got the details in a different way. He never gave me the impression he raped you."
"Don't call it that, please."
"But it is rape. In the state of California, it's against the law. None-consensual sex with your spouse is called spousal rape. It's prosecutable for six to eight years in prison."
"And guess what? I have no proof. So who cares? You don't have him admitting it on record. And I won't speak it into a court of law, so everyone can feel sorry for me. No. I'm not a victim of Kol. I refuse to let him take more of me. I just want to wash my hands of him." Bonnie took two deep breaths and looked up at him. "Damon, today was too much for me to process. And, I know that it was-"
"No, don't." He felt the her pulling away from him mentally, and emotionally. "Don't do it. Bonnie, don't... please-"
"I know that we were meant to meet somehow, but, after today... I just don't know if I can trust you." The moment her eyes watered, his watered too. He felt his fist clench, and his chest tighten. He grabbed his chest and walked towards her.
"Bon?"
"No. Don't touch me. You lied to me! You took advantage of the downfall of my marriage, and I know you are not all to blame. I take responsibility as well. I let you introduce me into this world of yours. I fell for you. I fell in love with you. I was careless and reckless for the first time in my life. And it felt good. But, you don't even know what was real and was was embellished, and neither do I now. Because, initially I was just a challenge for you. Because you're selfish. Sadistic personality disorder? You couldn't be honest with me?"
"Bonnie, it's not-"
"No! Stop. I've been this open book Damon! I gave you the keys to my cuffs. My house! I let you open me up sexually to something I thought I'd hate forever. I gave you a hundred percent trust in my body, my mind. You manipulated me!" Her emotions were starting to get her best of her again.
"No. I didn't."
"You didn't, huh? What do you call all the sexual tension when we met? You knew I was pretty starved for a deeper connection. You knew my marriage had sexual issues, and you targeted that chemical need in my brain, and played on it, feeding me this attention. You knew, how to get inside of my head, because you did it repeatedly until I gave in, Damon. You used your Columbia Phd against me, and got me to submit. You knew he was cheating, and seeking attention elsewhere, so you played on my need to be fed in every way that he kept me starved." He listened to her uncomfortably and wanting to interrupt her but being unable to, because she wasn't completely wrong. He knew he was a very smart man, and part of his knowledge on the human brain aided in his ability to get inside of her head. His temples throbbed and his mouth tightened, because he felt outted in a dark way. "You touched me in places he neglected. You made me hunger for your touch. Every time you fucked me you made me tell you I belonged to you, and no one else. And I believed that. You made me believe we had this beautiful connection that thrived on both of our need for affection, attention, and absence of light, but it was just your need for dominance, and control, and this darkness inside of you. It was never about me. It was about you!"
"Stop it. It wasn't like that, Bonnie." He warned, but she continued speaking against him.
"You touched me in sacred places, and woke my body up to you. I can't even cum when I masturbate anymore. I can't cum unless you fuck me or touch me. You tortured me Damon. You've made it to where I can't fucking imagine sex with anyone else. I can't imagine another man touching me. I can't get turned on by anyone else. I can't cum to my fingers anymore!" She shouted emotionally. That was his intention, as a dominant, to awaken her body to him and him only. "For God'S sake I've got welts across my ass, as we speak!"
"Yes, Bonnie. I know your body, because I love making you feel good. Your body is my job. You are my job."
"No, I'm not a job, I'm a woman."
"I know you are. That was the wrong choice of words. But Bonnie, as a man, it's my job to make sure you feel loved, and adored, and taken care of, and appreciated in every way. I love making you feel good." Damon grabbed her arms, and pulled her against him. But Bonnie pushed him away.
"No!" She yelled. "You love knowing you trained me in that way. It's the control you love. Not me! It's knowing my body is made for your control now. In eight months, you've tied me, pinned me, cuffed me, spanked me, flogged me, plugged me, chained me, stuffed me, paddled me, gagged me, kissed me, knotted me, choked me, and fucked me into submission. Made me the perfect little fuck toy."
Any dominant would take pride in those words. The perfect little fuck toy was every dominants desire. But, not in this way, in which she delivered them. It took away the real connection between them, and made it feel so contractual.
"No." He yelled, grabbing her and pinning her to the wall.
"Yes." She snapped. Damon stare at her wanting to fuck her, wanting to tear her clothes off and stuff himself inside of her, and make her scream his name, and how she belonged to him, loud enough the neighbors would hear, though it would be impossible on his large property. But he couldn't, force his dominance right now, he couldn't make her submit, because she was convinced they were a lie. And part of him knew he'd never touch her again.
"I love you. I worship your body."
"You worship what my body gave you, Damon!"
"Oh yeah, and what was that?"
"The love you couldn't get from your mother." She said it in a way, he almost felt himself break down inside. He took that hit to the gut, and dropped his head. "You made me be the nurturing woman in your life, because your mother left you. And I was the perfect experiment." He slammed his hands on the wall next to her face making her jump.
"You need to stop while you're ahead Bonnie. Stop talking."
"You make every woman give you what she couldn't, and you punish them to remember how angry you were because you can't punish her."
Damon punched the wall and grabbed his hair by the root and screamed loud and painfully through the echoes of his his large, barely lived in home, until Bonnie came around. "Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Stop it. Stop fucking talking. Stoooooop!" He screamed.
"No. You need to hear this. I'm not your mother Damon. I didn't hurt you. I didn't leave you. I didn't walk out on you. No matter how many times you spank me, or choke me, or smack me, you can't punish her through me. Or any other woman. You have to tell her how you feel and you have to face your demons. Because, I can't keep being a punching bag. And no, I don't mean the sexual way. I love that part of us. I mean, the fact that you lied to me, and didn't have the balls to just be honest. I could've taken it. I could've dealt with it. But you waited so long. How can you tell me you love me and continue to lie to me about Kol? No wonder you don't want me to dominate you. You can't let go of the past. You can't give me the control you gave your mother, because you don't want to feel vulnerable!" She was hitting some nails hard on the head.
"Stoooooop!" He screamed in her face.
"I get it, and I'm sorry she hurt you in such a deep impactful way, that it's taken this long for you to face it."
"Shut the fuuuuck up Bonnie!"
She looked at him, while he screamed losing some control over himself. She'd never seen Damon lose control. He wouldn't let himself cry or be hurt. He just yelled, and punched things and threw things, and she watched him lose control. It hurt her to watch him lose himself in the moment, but she couldn't protect him from himself. She jumped every time somethings cracked or broke. She'd never seen him so violent. But she couldn't stop him. He was like a car wreck. She covered her face with her palms watching him, and crying because she couldn't change facts.
"Damon, stop." She cried. "Stop!" But he couldn't hear her. He just focused all of his energy on destroying things until he looked up and saw the fear inside of her. His beautiful home had never been so destroyed. It was a metaphor for his life. The appearances were near perfect, but deep down, was buried pain, and it was destroying him from the inside out. He walked to her with his hair a mess and his jacket peeled off and his buttons undone half way.
"I gave you my heart." He said with a loud, but cracked voice. "I fucking loved you with everything I had. I still love you with everything in me. And maybe it wasn't as much as you wanted, Bonnie, but it was me. It was what I had. And you just took everything I fought my whole life to feel inside of me, that I managed to give to you, and crumbled it up like paper, and set it on fire. Maybe Kol was right! You can be cold, when you want to be. And you find a way to crawl inside of that hard shell of yours and make a man feel this small." He held up to fingers pinching them together.
She looked at him, and shook her head angrily. "Don't you dare bring up the one person who hurt me beyond repair."
"Why? Only you can do it? I can't bring up Kol, but you can bring Lily up and use it to break me, as a man? Using her to make me hurt, because you believe I used you."
"You used me through the one person who hurt me."
"If you truly believe that, then we used each other Bonnie!" He spit out breathing hard. "And that's what people do. That's life, but, this isn't us. We aren't these angry people. We are better."
"We were better. Or at least I thought. You lied to me." Her tears started falling again.
"To protect you."
"Regardless of what you thought, you lied. And now, he is trying to take everything from both of us. I worked too damn hard, Damon, to just let him, do this to me. And I trusted you to be honest about something so personal."
"I'm sorry, Sweet Pea. I did what I thought was best, for the moment. But I messed up."
"Yes. You messed up."
"You going to run away from me now? Cower and hide from facing this?"
"Me, cower? That's irony if I ever heard it. No, I'm going to go back to being the cold bitch I was when you met me. I let you in, and I regret it." She turned to leave and he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"Stop, please?" He begged. "Don't leave me, Bonnie. I love you. I'll do whatever you want, but don't leave me." She felt the pain in his shaking lips as he spoke against the back of her head, a couple tears fall from his eyes, and he's holding her for dear life. She tried breaking free of his grasp but he was holding her like she was air and his lungs were collapsing. "Bonnie, baby..." he turned her body towards his and searched her face for their connection. But she kept closing her eyes and turning her head, wiping away the tears that leaked from the corners of her eyes. "Stop. Look at me, baby. Please. Look at me." But she refused. "Don't take yourself away from me. We needed each other, and we found each other, so we used each other. It's the cycle of life, and love. But I promise to be better. I promise to be who you need."
"Damon stop. Please. Don't make this harder than it has to be. I have to go."
"No." He begged kissing her lips. But she had to be strong. She grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands off her face. "No, Bonnie! Please?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't." She cried. "Good bye Damon."
And when she turned she didn't look back. She got in her car and left him. Ending things between them, not knowing what she was doing. Or where she was going next in her life. All she knew is she needed to move forward, alone.
And he felt the pain of his mother, abandoning him, all over again.
So, some of you knew this was bound to happen. What did you think of ALL THE TEA? Because there was quite a bit of it. Hope or expectations for Bamon at this point? Pls review, and thank you for reading :)