The front door of the Salvatore house opens, Elena walks in sweaty but bundled up. It was chilly out and she had just returned from a jog.

"This will do just nicely." She hears a voice behind her, quick to the attack she doesn't see him but his voice lingers.

Her scarf rips away from her neck and is hastily tied around her mouth, gagging her. Arms held behind her back in a tight grip as if she's being arrested and she's forcefully shoved face first into the couch.

Fighting against her better impulses, only to lose, Elena throws in the towel for the time being. His weight on top of her preventing her from any escape, fighting back just meant harsher punishments, and they were both more than happy to oblige.

She shifts herself as best as she can onto her side, lifting her head up and looking into the eyes of the man she would soon from now on refer to as 'Master'.

Damon smirks as he remains on top of her, grabbing two lines of rope from the coffee table that he had placed there after she left, along with some other things, restraining her arms behind her back, leaving him free to continue. One around her elbows holding her arms together in place, the other her wrists.

Earlier -

"So how do you want it?" Damon asks bluntly, crossing his arms, leaning against the hard frame of the doorway in the foyer as she sprints down the stairs in her sweat pants and a tank top, getting ready to go for her run.

"Surprise me." Elena replies as she makes her way into the kitchen, Damon following behind her. A smile crosses her lips, but Damon can't see it.

He watches her grab a water bottle from the fridge and combs his fingers through his hair, almost nervously, eyes panning down her body, "You realize how dangerous those words are, right?"

"I'm aware," She glistens, turning around and spraying the water in her mouth before sauntering over to him and placing a quick peck to his lips, "Master."

He follows her to the door, almost like a lost puppy, Elena opens it and is just about to head out when something stops her. She spins around to her scarf being wrapped around her neck gently, "Forgot something." Damon reminds her with a flashy smile.

A small giggle escapes her, she walks out, closing the door behind her.

Now -

Replaying her earlier words in her mind, she didn't realize just how daring they really were, but neither were complaining.

They may have been daring, but so was she, and she never wasted the chance.

It was one of the things Damon loved most about her.

Finally coming eye to eye, the serious dominating look on Damon's face fades into a smirk as his beautiful blues meet her darling browns, admiring the work he has done. Being taken by surprise was one of the things she loved the most, and seeing him standing tall over her, or sitting rather, caused a similar smirk to cross hers. The rush of it all sent a number of sensations throughout her body.

"You dirty little girl." He finally spoke, his voice dark yet full of intrigue as he pulls himself off her, off the couch and onto his feet.

Moving in front of her he leans down, his hand cupping her jaw and he looks coldly into her eyes. Elena knew exactly what he was referring to and there was no wiping the seduction off of her.

Lust quickly replacing seduction as she's met with a slap to the face. Her eyes doing what her mouth was unable to as she silently begs for more. There was nothing she didn't like.

They loved pushing each other to their limits, even a bit over, most times a lot over. They challenged each other, they loved every moment.

He wasn't gentle. Grabbing a handful of her hair he pulls her up into a sitting position, she can't move. Her upper body is confined, lower is free for the taking.

Settling down in front of her he rips her sweatpants off to reveal... nothing. No lace, no lingerie.. Just her in all her glory. She never liked wearing underwear. Too restricting she always said.

She didn't make it easy for him to stay in character but either way he was thrilled. It drives him crazy when he's not in control, much as it does her as she struggled against her restraints. Shit happens.

Damon reaches his hands under her ass and pulls her closer towards him, spreading her legs. Elena watched on, watched as he teased her with a cool breath against her core, swiping a finger over her clit just barely but enough for her to feel it.

Shit.

"My turn baby." He says ever so softly.

And then the final test as he is no longer playing and licks his way up her dripping slit, closing his mouth over her clit and flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue before pulling away.

A small whine escapes her and her eyes slam shut, her body writhing under his touch.

He licks his lips of her juices, "You're soaked." he says again, raising his eyebrows.

She tries to speak but all that came out was "mmmfff". Some words managed to get through but it wasn't like they were super clear. Even if he did hear he purposely made her repeat them, or attempt to, until she just gave up.

He holds her legs open and drops his head back down, nipping at the smooth skin of her inner thighs, occasionally looking back at her.

Her reactions were the icing on the cake for him. She wasn't easy to overwhelm but Damon always proved her wrong on that.

"Keep your legs open." He shoots his first demand, inserting a finger inside of her, as well as placing his thumb over her clit, pumping in and out as he roughly massages the bud.

So far so good.

Two fingers.

Three.

Fou-

"MMNNGG" Elena whines as far as her gag will allow.

No longer able to hold her own to his words, she snaps her legs shut when the the attempt to add another finger is now seeled.

Harsh waves of pleasure fight to break through.

Curling into a ball at the edge of her stomach ready for take off, the fire shooting through her body coming to a hault in the same place they began only to do it all over again had Elena nearly falling off the couch.

In moments like these her hands would be moving through his slick black locks.

Or giving him an equal amount of pleasure.

Or her tongue would be in his mouth.

Or anything that didn't involve her being unable to touch him.

This was impossible.

"Open," He gives the side of her leg a good smack and she winces, "Or you don't come."

Elena's quick to follow his orders and an unexpected moan escapes through the barrier of the gag. The tone in his voice should not be turning her on this much but holy shit was he ever sexy when he was like this.

Just by looking at her he could tell there was a lot going through her head. Damon paused, turning around to the table and picking up one of the items he had placed there when she left for her run earlier, bringing it around to her. Elena's eyes widened.

"Or better yet. You two can be aquainted if you like."

They had used paddles before but they were not one of Elena's personal favorites. Elena shrugs her shoulders and Damon couldn't help but smirk, putting it back down on the table. She was too cute for her own good.

Although unable to use her hands, Elena had other things in mind.

Slumping down a little bit more into the couch and pushing herself out, she saw an opportunity for something she was tempted to protest.

As his fingers continued to pump, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm, Damon felt something pressing against him.

Interestingly enough, Elena's feet were rubbing against the crotch of his pants, stroking his member through them. This girl always had a Plan B.

Impressed by her motives, Damon increases his pace, removing his thumb from her clit and replacing with his tongue. The sudden change earns a hard groan out of Elena and her quiet, controllable moans become loud and uncontrollable as she arches herself up, body convulsing, releasing onto his fingers.

"Good girl." Damon removes his fingers and reaches up and unties the gag from her mouth, finally letting her breathe.

Nudging herself back up into a proper sitting position, a breathless Elena throws her head against the back of the couch, staring blindly at the ceiling before drawing back on Damon's voice as it picks up again.

"We're not done," They lock eyes again, a confused but daring look crosses her face, a blank look on his. "You misbehaved."

Before she could do anything, Damon grabs Elena by the hair, shoving her face first back into the couch, bringing her ass up in the air as he picks up the paddle and brings it down hard.

She couldnt begin to think of how red her ass would be by now. The stinging had finally gone away but the consequences of her actions stayed with her.

Paddles were harsh punishment but did she ever love it. She learned to.

The feeling of being overpowered was too much for her now as Elena's vampire instincts took over, breaking through the restraints and knocking Damon down onto the couch, getting on top of him meeting him with a hard kiss to his lips, her tongue begging for entry and releasing a soft moan when allowed it.

"Now that's not fair." Damon squeezes out in between kisses, but he never stopped her. Why would he?

Elena pulls away and rips his shirt off without a second thought, a smile crosses her lips as she's finally where she wants to be, "When do we ever play fair?"

Her eyes filled with lust, voice filled with need, she didn't care how obvious she was, she just wanted him.

"Elena-" He starts.

"You can go back to Master mode later, I just.. need this." She cuts him off with a finger to his lips, her voice fades out into nothingness and she meets him with another kiss, hands ruffling through his hair as if it was the last time she would ever see him.

Holy shit did she need to feel some control.

She drops her hand to the crotch of his pants, rubbing him roughly. The monster nearly breaking the zipper of his pants, begging to be let out.

Elena wastes no time unzipping his pants and getting them out of the way, continuing to position herself, holding onto his eyes as she slides down onto him until she's taken all of him in.

Damons eyes shoot open and Elena places her hands on his chest, sitting up and slowly pulling her shirt up and over her head. Fucking tease.

This is what she wanted.

This is what she needed.

They were both naked now. Skin to skin, she hovers an inch away from his face, a smirk crosses her lips as she rocks her hips harder and faster onto him.

An innocent face but oh she was anything but.

Damon loved how persuasive she was, how if she really wanted to she could get what she wanted. She proved that time and time again. But then again so did he.

Given their previous tactics she wasn't going to give in, even though she knew she would have to eventually. They always found a way around the rules to their games but always came up fair in the end.

Elena's hips rock, sway, they had picked up a rhythm and followed each others motions so smoothly and swiftly that it just felt so natural and amazing.

Damon's hands caress her body in a way that makes her feel like she's home. He feels so good on her, she feels so good on him. Fuck.

"Come on baby," Damon groans harder as she kicks up her pace again, "Show me how bad you want it."

Throwing her head back she lets out a scream that echoes through the whole living room. She bites her lip to hush the noises and drops her mouth to his, teasing a kiss before trailing her tongue to his neck and sucking on his sweet spot.

"I'm so close." Damon whispers with a swift smack to her possibly bruised ass.

"Me too." Elena replies, shallow breaths surfacing now between every word spoken.

They can feel it, feel each other. There's no more holding back.

Elena's legs squeeze shut, Damon's nails dig into her hips.

Waves of intensity rush out without warning, clashing together in a fit of endless pleasure.

BOOM.

Embracing their new surroundings, they find themselves on the floor, breathless laughter breaking out between the two as they lay beside each other.

This wasn't the first time their mutual orgasms caused them to fall of the bed or couch.

"We're not done." She mocks his earlier dom voice, but this time in a much weaker tone as she crawls over to him.

Pulling herself on top of him again, she places small kisses down his body, coming to her final destination and taking his member into her mouth, sucking up the juices left behind, tasting them both on her tongue.

"Mmmm.." She moans mindlessly, giving him a seductive smile and licking her lips. "That took a lot out of me.." She jokes, falling down beside him.

Thank fuck for being vampires, Damon thought. They don't stay down for long.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," He jolts up, pulling himself to his feet and eyeing her. Elena stares at him confused, "So are you." He finishes, turning towards the stairs.

"Yes, Master." She giggles, following his lead.

Stepping into the large walk in shower, Damon turns on the water, staying out of the line of fire until it heated up.

Elena watches on, waiting.

Moments later, Damon peers out from behind the now fogged up glass and extends his hand for her.

Elena drops her robe, rendering completely naked once again as she steps inside, their fingers interlocking, pulling each other closer as their lips connect under the hot water falling onto them.

Damon gently pushes her up against the wall, trailing his lips down her neck, his member finding it's way hard against his stomach.

Hands still in each others he moves them slowly up the wall and over her head, suddenly hearing a click and his hands leave hers, brushing over her skin and grazing down her body.

Elena fades back into reality, realizing what just happened but at the same time can't help but crumble under his touch. The mind numbing feeling of his lips, his teeth, fuck it his everything, drowning all his attention on that sweet spot on her neck, sending her into a craze, the shower wasn't the only thing making her wet. Each kiss, each nip or lick dragging the sexiest sounds out of her giving Damon the cue to keep going. He knew his way around her body very well.

"Damon.." Elena whimpers.

She lifts her head up the best she can to take in the reality of what was flowing through her imagination to find her wrists locked in handcuffs. And it wasn't as if she could get out of this one so easily, unless she wanted to break the shower.

"You know," Damon finally speaks up, pressing one last kiss to her hickied neck before moving back up slowly, his lips dragging against her skin, his hands going wherever they wish, "I can do anything I want to you," His voice fades into a sharp whisper as he leans into her ear, "And there's nothing you can do about it."

"Bring it on." Elena challenges.

Deadly words to say to Damon Salvatore.

Deadly words to come from Elena Gilbert.

Elena smirks at the reaction she brought to his face, reaching out and grasping his lower lip between her teeth, earning a groan from him.

"I may not be able to use my hands, but I can sure use other things." She raised an eyebrow.

Damon shook his head with a laugh. Yes she could.

He drops his hand between her legs, lightly trailing over her clit before reaching under and pulling her leg up, holding it to his side as he pushes up, entering her.

"You're so fucking tight.." He groans, dropping his forehead to hers as he slowly moves inside her, rocking his hips in sync with her, hitting her clit perfectly and taking more and more each time.

She might've laughed had she not been rather distracted by how turned on she was. She didn't think it was so much that she was tight, but that he was so huge. "Mmm.." She lingered out, letting herself go as he tended to both of her breasts. Taking her ass in his hands, he pulls her into him until the space between them had been closed, groaning as he thrusted more deeply. He was definitely doing something right.

Elena sucks in a breathe, "You're so fucking huge." She shoots back, her thoughts surfacing. Mouth dropping open, she pulls her forehead away from his and drops her head against the cool marble that he has her up against.

A small smile graces his lips despite himself. He presses his lips back to hers, their tongues doing dances in each others mouths, he angles his hips to hit a deeper spot inside of her. A low growl escapes the back of his throat the deeper he gets, his nails digging into her ass.

It was one of the most passionate kisses they had shared all morning and Elena's mouth was unwilling to let go of his, moans muffled by their lips. As her body rose and fell in sync with his thrusts, Elena couldn't imagine being anywhere else but here. Bondage or not, she loved it.

Damon increases his pace slightly, his hand dropping between her legs to massage her clit with his thumb, helping to ease her towards her end game.

The added attention to her clit sent Elena over the edge, like she wasn't already standing on the edge anyway, letting go onto him and her open mouth against his lips pauses. Her head fell back against the wall again drawing out the intense feeling as long as possible.

Damon's lips found her neck as her walls clenched around him, bringing him to his own release. His hands fell against the wall, steadying himself, and her as best he could as the orgasm shot through him. He grazed his lips over her sweet spot that he had been teasing on her neck as he gently moved in and out of her.

The fire between them burned hotter, fighting to keep calm.

The water hitting them at a perfect peak, Damon had snuck the chance to change the pressure of it. It was no longer hot but cool, soothing them both. They had created their own heat, adding more seemed like torture.

"Damon.." She moaned out in a hum as she came down from her high slowly, his continuing thrusts making the fire in her veins linger perfectly. Eventually it stopped, but that didn't stop her as her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him into her.

Reaching around he unlocks her legs from him, pulling out of her and letting out a small grunt, meeting her with a hard kiss to her lips.

"I fucking love you." He whispers.

"I love you too." She replies.

An uncomfortable look suddenly settles on her face, "Can you, uh.." She looks up, shuffling at the restraints and Damon lets out a laugh, raising his hands and freeing her.

A smile crosses her lips and she takes his face in her hands, holding him, caressing him. It was as if she had been deprived of his touch forever.

Her fingers curl into his wet hair, moving through slowly before wrapping her arms around his neck, making it seem like she was going in for a kiss but once he leaned in she jumped back and kissed his nose instead.

Damon pouts as she pushes passed him with a giggle and steps out of the shower, rubbing her wrists a litle bit before swiping the towel that was hanging over the door and wrapping it around her. He follows her lead.

"I'm not gonna like, step into a bear trap when I walk in the bedroom am I?" she crosses her arms, trying to hide back a smile, "Any more tricks you got for me?"

He shrugs his shoulders and places his hands on her hips, playfully pushing her into their bedroom, "It wouldn't be fun if I gave it away now would it?" He growls.

"For you." She sneers, head butting his chest cutely. "But I know what would be fun."

Damon cocks his head to the side, unsure on whether he should ask the million dollar question, but her cheeky smile peaks his interest.

"What?" He finally asks, baring a groan.

"Fucking me outside. Well, me fucking you outside. Either or really." She bites her lip, placing something in his hand.

He opens his palm and finds a folded piece of paper. Curiosity killed the cat? Try about 50 cats at this point, but doesn't open it just yet. He fixes his eyes on her as she stares back at him. This girl wins for best poker face tonight.

He unfolds the paper, a smirk forces it's way onto his face as he looks up at her again.

P

Public sex

"Remember when we fucked behind that bar and one guy almost caught us?"

"Vividly."

Oooooooh shit.

Where do you want them to fuck? I'm open to suggestions for this.

Parking Lot?

Bar?

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Sorry for being so late with this, the TVD finale drained me.

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