Thank you for all the feedback. I was planning to write flashback scenes about what happened, but since so many people were confused I thought it would be easier to explain it. Warning, there's some mature content in this chapter.

Part 29

Valencia, 1114

Nadine couldn't see anything or move her hands. Normally something like that would have made her panic, but this was different. Yet she couldn't deny that she was a little nervous, even though she trusted her husband. Of course she trusted him; she wouldn't have let anyone else to chain her up in bed. This was his fantasy and she wanted him to be happy. She didn't usually mind fulfilling his fantasies and he had never pressured her into anything. If she didn't want to do something, he respected that.

He had never been a selfish lover, he always made sure that she was comfortable and what they did was pleasurable for her. They had been married for over a century now, she couldn't imagine ever being with any other man. She loved Elijah with all her heart and she was willing to try new things for him. They had certainly tried many new things after she had become like him. Rebekah had sometimes said how envious she was; she hoped that someone would look at her like Elijah looked at Nadine. Like she would be the only woman in the world.

Niklaus on the other hand had often teased Elijah for settling for just one woman. According to Rebekah, Niklaus was envious too deep down. Nadine wasn't sure if she believed that, Niklaus seemed pleased with his many, many conquests. That made Nadine to appreciate Elijah even more. He had always been a doting husband and a reliable companion. She would have trusted her life in his hands without hesitation. Right now she trusted her body in his hands by allowing him to use chains she couldn't have broken even if she would have wanted to.

She hadn't been this defenseless after becoming like him and it made her a little nervous, but she couldn't deny that it also turned her on. Lying on the bed chained and blindfolded… She startled when someone suddenly took a hold of her bare ankles. She was wearing a white silk gown and her dark hair was spread out across the pillow, spilling down her shoulder and across her neck. Elijah loved it when she kept her hair down.

Nadine bit her bottom lip when he slowly ran his hands upward over her knees and thighs, pulling the hem of her gown up. She wasn't wearing knickers. His hands stopped moving when he spread her legs and saw that she was aroused. He didn't say anything, but she could practically feel him smirking when he moved his hands down again. He took one of her feet in his hand and sucked her toes. It seemed that he was planning to take his time. His thumbs caressed her calf and his mouth moved to her ankle. She gasped when he ran his tongue over the sculpture of her knee.

"Elijah… Oh God!"

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, his head was between her legs. His hands kept her hips in place when his tongue started to torture her. She arched her back and desperately pulled the chains, but he hadn't been kidding when he had said that she wouldn't be able to free herself.

"Save your strength, my sweet," he hummed, the sound of his voice vibrating over her. "You are not going anywhere."

It wasn't difficult to hear how much he was enjoying this, she moaned loudly and kept pulling the chains as his tongue explored her thoroughly. He had often said that she was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Sweeter than blood. He knew everything about her body; he had made it his mission to learn every little detail. Every special spot and just the right way to touch them. He could make her climax very quickly when he wanted to, but now he didn't.

He continued the sweet torture until he made her beg for release. She was so disoriented that she didn't even notice him ripping her gown off. The next thing she realized was him slamming into her. She was still sensitive after her climax, but she didn't mind his roughness. She did enjoy it sometimes, even though what she loved the most was tenderness, as boring as that was.

What she enjoyed the most was looking into her husband's beautiful blue eyes, feeling his gentle kisses and hearing him whispering adoring words in her ear while he was making love to her. She also enjoyed cuddling after sex and he have never had a problem with that. Nothing made her feel safer than falling asleep in his embrace.

"Elijah," she moaned. "I want to see you."

She blinked few times when he removed the blindfold. He was groaning in pleasure while thrusting into her again and again.

"My beautiful Nadine…"

She cried out his name when he hit one of her special spots, she was feeling… Then it happened. Her mind was suddenly full of images. Memories. Her mother. Her father. Her little brothers. Lucien. Her home. The death of her family. Count de Martel. Tristan. The shock paralyzed her. She was having sex with Tristan. He looked shocked as well, they stared at each other before either of them managed to react.

"Get off me," she heard herself saying, her voice sounded foreign. "Get off me!"

He obeyed, but she couldn't get up, she was still chained. She started to pull the chains in panic.

"Let me go, let me go, let me go!"

"Nadine, Nadine, stop, you are hurting yourself…" Tristan started, but that made no difference. She didn't care that her wrists were bleeding; she was screaming and struggling hysterically.

"Sweetheart, please stop…"

"Let me go!"

"Alright, alright, hold on."

She didn't stop struggling, even though that made it more difficult for him to unchain her.

"Don't touch me!" she shouted when he tried to touch her hair in a calming gesture.

She couldn't think clearly, she was completely hysterical. The humiliation was so horrible that she wanted to die. Why, why? She couldn't understand. As soon as he freed her, she was on her feet, zooming out.

"Nadine!"

"Lucien!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, she didn't care that she was naked. "Lucien!"

She couldn't remember that he had gone out earlier; desperately she searched the whole villa where they were staying at the moment. Aurora was sitting in the parlor, silently staring in front of her, but Nadine barely noticed her.

"Lucien!"

She started to shake when her brother was suddenly standing in front of her; he had blood on his face.

"Nadine…"

She let out a loud sob and pounced on him, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

"Don't let go," she sobbed. "Don't let go, don't let go…"

"I won't," he assured and tried his best to comfort her. "It's alright, sister."

She buried her face in his shoulder and cried. Not that it helped, but she still couldn't stop. There weren't enough tears in the world to fix the damage in her. She was completely broken.