AN: Hello, welcome back, grab some popcorn and sit back, it's going to be a spicy chapter~!

Once again thank you all for reviewing last chapter, it's much appreciated!

FYI, almost this whole chapter is smut, and it's pretty descriptive soooo if you want to skip that, it starts about 1/4th of the way in and you'll be able to tell clearly when it starts. Other warnings (I added these to the tags as well): this chapter is pretty kinky, it's not completely within the realms of reality so I had a little bit of fun, haha. D/s elements, choking, orgasm denial, and it gets a little rough at points. Please read with caution. Without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter 9: Big Mama Thang

I used to be scared of the dick

Now I throw lips to the shit

Handle it like a real bitch

Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me

Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha

I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big Momma thing

Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings

That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one

And another one, and another one, and another one

Lil Kim

When Bonnie got home that night all thoughts of doing as Damon told her to and masturbating alluded her in exchange for seething at the thought of him.

That asshole!

How dare he!

She went over there to apologize and ease the uncertainty that had flowed into their relationship like hot lava going down rocky terrain. In a happy twist of events, they ended up deciding to pursue the feelings that were developing between them and she found herself to be happy–more than happy, ecstatic. Then, just as he was stoking the fires of her slowly growing flame for him, he douses her out with ice-cold water! He had the gall to tease and torment her–that prick, knowing that she was a hairsbreadth from tackling him to the ground and taking what she wanted, but then he just turned her around and sent her on her way! And then! And then—

And then…

Bonnie hiccupped, her body still overwhelmed by the mix of intense emotions she felt. When she couldn't voice them or act out, she tended to hiccup, and they were coming in hot the whole way home.

Now, at the memory of what he'd said to her right before he closed the door, her hiccups had stuttered to an end.

Throwing her purse and keys down on the table next to her apartment door, Bonnie slipped off her shoes and bumped the door with her hip closed. With a long wearied sigh, the girl locked up before marching to her kitchen and pulling out some booze. Cheap Chardonnay, perfect.

Bonnie filled the bright liquid into one of her wine glasses and brought the drink to her trembling lips.

Just as she was going to tip her head back and take a much-needed sip, she felt a sharp buzz against the back of her jeans.

Groaning, Bonnie put her glass down and reached for the device, before she could check who it was and decide if she wanted to reply, the screen opened up due to fast-acting face recognition and let the sender know their message had been seen. There, she had no choice but to read the text. Thank you technology.

Delicious.

Was the only word in the text, above which was a picture of a shinning tumbler of amber liquid and the pale, easily recognizable, chastity-corrupting and virtue-destroying hand holding it.

Bonnie snorted. Still angry and beyond frustrated from earlier, it made her feel…petty. Instead of replying maturely like an adult with a, You're welcome, or an I'm glad you liked it, she held down on the picture of the bourbon until reaction choices popped up, like a child, she angled her thumb and then released it on the thumbs-down emoji. Feeling oddly triumphant, Bonnie snickered to herself before turning the screen black and slamming down her phone.

"How dare he!" Her emotions were back and forth like whiplash, Bonnie shook her head, indignant as if she was the one to receive the thumbs-down reaction on her photo instead.

Finally gracing herself with the relief of promised intoxication, Bonnie perched her glass of wine on her lips and took gracious drags of the liquid. Before she knew it, the glass was empty and she was pouring another.

That's not very nice.

The buzz against her counter grated on her ears, pulling her attention long enough that she saw his reply, message once again unlocked against her home screen.

Bonnie scoffed, "You know what's not very nice? Leaving a girl all hot and bothered and then saying…" Bonnie started out strong, huffing and puffing until she got to the end of her recapitulation and remembered what he said.

"Oh no…" Bonnie leaned over her counter hands over her face and into her hair.

Damon smiled snarkily while leaning against his doorway, 'Awe, love you too!'

"I'm in love with him." The small woman cried, staring endlessly out in front of her while worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. Within moments the last glass of her wine was drained.

Bon I know you're frustrated…I want to take care of you, get comfortable and have a bath, take off your clothes, and lay on your bed. Open your messages app on your laptop.

Glaring at her phone, Bonnie sighed and straightened her shoulders before soldiering on.

"Fine, if he wants me to play with myself–" the wine may have been talking, "then I'll play with myself real well,buddy!" Bonnie poured herself one more glass and took it tightly into her hand before turning and walking confidently, robotically to her room.

Her bedroom was chic yet earthy and minimalistic. It suited her which worked perfectly as her place of refuge. Cream walls brought light into the room aided by rounded mirrors and natural wood-carved furniture. Her bed was queen-sized with rust-colored sheets and pillows matching the earthy tones of the decorations surrounding her room and vanity set. Fairy lights hung as accents to her room creating a warm glow at night.

Continuing her determined gait, Bonnie walked directly to her connected bathroom and took in the sight of her opulent cascading shower and deep clawfoot bathtub. Honestly, the bathroom was the main reason she rented out this apartment despite the rent damn near pushing her budget. She was lucky to have a father willing to pay for school and room and board, despite it mainly being an act to make up for his lackluster parenting.

Bonnie went to her bath, deciding that that would help her get into the mood. She was going to ignore the fact that she was listening to any demand Damon made of her and focus on the fact that she needed this.

Honestly, she did.

Not seeing Damon and on top of that not feeling release for as long as she did, turned her into somewhat of a bitch. She was quick to snap at annoying customers at work, gave Vicki scathing remarks that–okay sure, she kind of deserved, and she got smart with her teachers when they had criticisms of her school work. Anytime she said something bitchy, Elena and Caroline had reduced to giving her knowing looks. It was frustrating and she needed to do something about it.

If Damon wasn't going to fuck her then so be it, she'd take control of her problems on her own.

Also, now knowing that her once irrational fear of masturbation being better than the real thing rang as untrue after a night with Damon that was sure to blow anything her little fingers could do out of the park, she was less fearful to give it a try. If anything it would just pacify her until she could get what she really wanted.

Thiry minutes later, Bonnie was out of the bath now sitting in her terry-cloth robe lathering herself up in a warm-vanilla scented lotion and body oil mixture. Peeling off the robe to get her upper body, Bonnie then walked to her floor-length mirror and took in the glowing bronze flesh of her skin, it made that much more erotic after being enhanced by oil. She twisted and turned in the mirror, observing her naked body, the fullness of her hips leading to her primly shaved bare cleft, lifting her chest to stare at her heavy breasts that sat prettily. Twisting gracefully on one foot, Bonnie posed, poking out her derriere with one hand on her hip and her chin on her shoulder to ogle her heart-shaped ass, firm and curvaceous.

She was hot. The sizzling sound her lips made after she poked her tush settled it.

Slightly tipsy from the glasses of wine sunken into her bloodstream thanks to her warm bath, Bonnie giggled, turned away from the mirror, and danced to her vanity. She picked up her phone that she left there and pushed buttons until her Bluetooth started and Big Momma Thang by Lil Kim played. Singing along, her eyes widened when reading the new message that flashed across her screen. She smirked at her phone,

I'm laying down trying to remember your body from memory, but I know the real thing is even more marvelous.

Deciding to throw a dog a bone, confidence aided by the alcohol in her veins, Bonnie sent him a selfie showing just the lower half of her face and the teasing tops of her chest, blowing him a kiss as a response.

Putting the phone back down, Bonnie leaned over the table and with a lighter in hand, smoothly flicked the flame ablaze against the wick of a couple of musky scented candles. Next, she picked up her perfume, still dancing and singing to the music she sprayed a couple of spritzes on her neck, wrist, and inner thighs. The areas of her body where the blood really got to flowing. She bit her lip at the naughty expression gifted to herself in the mirror.

Her phone buzzed again,

You're so sexy…Go to your laptop, I'm going to send you a message that you want to watch.

Bonnie pursed her lips, considering for a moment before putting her phone down again.

She was going to put on lingerie but decided against it, she wanted to get straight into it and her bare naked form was more than arousing enough to get into the mood.

Bonnie considered her surroundings, she didn't have any toys or any sexual lubricant, nothing of the sort for erotic play; all she had was her hands. There was a moment that she let the intimidating thought of what she was actually attempting to do come over her, but then she remembered how Damon touched her, his large hands caressing her body skillfully and easing her with patient and gentle coaxing into her first orgasm. Bonnie was a quick learner, and Damon had been a good teacher.

She could do this.

Finally sliding onto the fluffy comforter of her bed and leaning against the cushions and pillows decorating it, Bonnie let out a tremulous breath and flipped up the screen of her laptop. Due to the vibe of the room enhanced by the music and candles, she felt less awkward lying naked on her bed than she normally would've.

After typing in her password and opening her message app, Damon's message came in just in time.

It was a link, underneath it was a wink emoji.

That couldn't mean anything good coming from him. She narrowed her eyes.

With a conceding sigh, Bonnie clicked on the link, hoping to all that was good that it wasn't attached to a virus.

It opened quickly, taking her to the page directly–and she should have known, it was a porn site.

Bonnie scowled, about to send Damon a not-so-nicely worded text when the video, unprompted, started to play.

"What the fuck, Damon!" Bonnie screeched, sobering quickly and clumsily trying to close the webpage but just opening ads and pop-ups instead. Unremitent noise filtered through her speakers until she was forced to listen to what sounded like a man and woman talking.

"Do you help all of your students after classes like this professor?" A soft, decidedly feminine voice questioned.

"Only the pretty ones," A deep, blatantly male voice chuckled.

A pause, the shuffling of clothes, and then,

"I've seen you staring at me during class…especially on the days I wear my short skirts."

"What can I say? You're a bad girl and I like that." The man replied. "I know you wear that kind of stuff for me."

"Don't be cocky." The woman laughed huskily, "Unless you have a big enough of one to use that can put me in my place."

"Oh no, oh no, no!" Bonnie cried, finally getting all of the popups to go away and staring at the screen in front of her. A flush crept across her cheeks from the couple's corny line of conversation. Her eyes crinkled at the ends as she held back her cringe.

She's only watched porn a couple of times in her life. Once with Elena and Caroline during a slumber party when they were in middle school. The girls had gotten curious, and, new to the world of erotica, they had giggled throughout the poorly picked video of an unsuspecting pizza delivery guy getting his world rocked and his mind blown by a buxom, married but discontented milf. Typical. When it got to the quote-on-quote good part, the girls watched slack-jawed at what they saw. Watching unblinkingly until Elena slammed the screen closed on her laptop when her mom made noticeable steps towards the room to check on the girls.

The other time was with Jeremy, his own way of trying to get her into the mood after getting her to agree with some intense coaxing, but his taste was even worse than the pizza delivery video. It was a step-brother, step-sister-themed porno that had Bonnie side-eyeing her boyfriend and his sister-like relationship with her best friend, but what made it worse was the overexaggerated way in which the girl expressed her pleasure. It came off so fake and obnoxious that Bonnie felt bad for her knowing she was getting less than Bonnie was from watching it.

This porn wasn't much more promising if just going from the commentary alone, but once Bonnie's emerald green eyes landed on the actors, it gave her pause. First of all, they were very attractive, next they were interracial–the man white, the woman black, making Bonnie's eyes narrow at Damon's obviousness, and finally, more than their race playing parallel to Bonnie and Damon, their looks were uncannily identical as well.

The woman was a similar complexion to Bonnie, was also petite, and had familiar curves. Their differences lay in where Bonnie had voluminous curly black hair that came down past her shoulders, this girl had light brown honey-colored straight hair flowing down her back. Her eyes were big and brown compared to Bonnie's green doe eyes, and her face was oval with qualities that made her look sexy and adult whereas Bonnie's face was soft, heart-shaped, and youthful.

Their similarities weren't exact, obviously, but still striking enough to make Bonnie stare.

"You're my favorite student, it would be my pleasure to show and teach you everything I can, although the strokes it takes to get there may be long and hard." The man bent the girl's head backward, gazing into her eyes with devilish intent.

The girl gasped, "I'm more than prepared for your heavy-handed tutelage professor. As you said, I've been bad, I need to be taught right from wrong…no matter what it takes." She husked, traveling her wandering hand down his front and boldly grabbing a handful of his clothed cock.

The man, on the other hand, Bonnie mused, looked even more indistinguishable from Damon. Tall, dark-haired, modelesque body proportions, pale skin, and blue eyes. However, this man's eyes were a dark blue, like sapphires under the light. He looked like Damon but then he didn't. Damon had this special attraction about him that made him seem different from the other tall, dark, and handsome beauties of his category and that difference was more noticeable now that Bonnie was staring at a man that had similar aesthetics as her therapist but she found the carbon copy lacking.

Regardless, there was an enticing curiosity that came with seeing two people who looked like them engaging in something illicit with each other. Almost like playing house but actually being half serious about it, miming the actions you know lovers would do and secretly feeling gratification.

As the couple started to kiss each other ravenously, her heart sped. She felt like a voyeur, but one that was watching herself. It was odd, perplexing, and arousing.

This must have been the reason why Damon sent it to her, he must have felt the same way.

Bonnie gasped, scandalized, fingers brushing her décolletage as she watched the Fake Professor Damon rip Fake Bonnie's blouse until her bra was shown underneath and her bountiful breasts bounced. Fake Bonnie yelped, breathing deeply before she made a quip about him being a naughty teacher. Fake Damon replied that she was a naughty student, just two peas in a pod–a line dumb enough that she could see her Damon saying it, and they were once again all over each other. Fake Bonnie expertly pulled at his belt until she had it unclasped and his pants were on the floor.

Going from wanting to shut the video off as quickly as possible, to being entranced, mouth hanging and fingers twitching as she watched the actors work their magic on each other was truly a one-eighty.

Are you enjoying it so far?

Flashed across her laptop screen at the top right corner.

I am… But I wish I was with you instead.

Those three messages flashed across her screen in quick succession.

Bonnie licked her lips, agreeing readily in her mind. An image of Damon's piercing light blue eyes staring at her heatedly as he pounded deep into her, forcing her to take him as she held onto his bulging biceps cradling her in his hold for dear life, flashed through Bonnie's mind. With a gasp, Bonnie belatedly realized that she was touching herself, her hands slowly caressing the slowly heating flesh of her tight stomach and the underside of her breast.

A gaging sound caught her attention back to the screen and Bonnie was shocked to find Fake Bonnie on her knees with Fake Damon balls deep in her throat.

Bonnie's eyes widened at the skill of the woman. Her technique was seamless, the perfect amount of sloppy spit to lubricate the man's large phallus, hand strokes, and licks of her tongue against his sensitive tip to make the man crumble.

Within jaw-dropping minutes, her double had her professor leaning against his desk, knees noticeably weak as the girl continued to deep throat him and demand more of his leaking essence with powerful sucks and vibrating moans that went straight to his nerves.

Bonnie was riveted. She never considered giving a blowjob, but watching how this woman was able to take control of her lover and even find her own enjoyment going by the quick flicks she saw from her wrist under her skirt, Bonnie was reconsidering. She wanted to try it.

Slowly her vision morphed and instead of light brown hair, black hair was in the man's pale grip, holding the strands hostage as he took ownership of her mouth, guiding her to take him all in. Fuck you're so good, baby. She wanted to try it…with Damon.

Bonnie rolled her purling nipples between her fingers, playing and flicking them, trying to remember and replicate how Damon did it, just right, until she was panting. Her body ached with need, her glowing skin glittered as she fidgeted under the candlelight.

Slowly, watching longer the couple on the screen, the characteristics that differentiated them from Real Bonnie and Real Damon started to blur and the panting girl was seeing herself and her own inamorato on the screen instead.

Damon's double was now reciprocating his pleasure to his student. After placing her on his quickly cleared desk, he had her impressively spread out, legs held down as he ate her–in which only could be described as, within an inch of her life. Bonnie's double was clearly enjoying it, as Fake Damon flicked his tongue talentedly over her clit, saliva dripping from cunt to anus, he pulled back and–Real Bonnie choked, spit on her folds, before going back in and sucking until she convulsed, Fake Bonnie's voice went from pleading mewls to happy peeling squeals. Bonnie was left to wonder hazily if that was how she sounded when Damon ate her out in the club. The girl in the video's voice was sweet yet trembling, husky yet defeated. It was instantly arousing, the sound without visuals painting a picture of a woman being brought to unbelievable heights and held mercilessly at the precipice without reprieve.

Contrary to the sick shock she was quick to feel from the dirty scenes playing out in front of her, her own actions tattled on her real sentiments as Bonnie's hand mindlessly made its way to her folds, making her gasp at the feel of her slick heat. Despite knowing she was horny–more than that even before the video, she was surprised to have evidence of just how wet she truly was. It was unavoidable now.

Are you seeing it, Bonnie? It's us.

Bonnie's vision hazed over at the message, her fantasies were fully submerged now. Instead of being in her bedroom, she was lying on cushions in the back of the university's classroom. Watching with a clear view as the couple ripped the remainder of each other's clothes off. The sound of their ragged breaths and mouths smacking against each other filled the air.

"Professor Salvatore, are you sure that we won't get caught?"

Bonnie gasped, watching them.

"Bonnie, I want you right here right now. I doubt anyone will come, but even if they do I don't care, I want them to see."

"Oh, Damon…" Bonnie fisted the hair at the back of his head and brought him back in for another kiss.

Over time their kisses went from desperate to slow and deep. Damon picked up Bonnie's naked thighs and hoisted her back onto the desk as if she weighed nothing. It caused both girls in the room to gasp and her wetness to flood heedlessly.

"I can smell you," Damon breathed kissing down her neck and biting at her skin, "you're so fucking ready for me aren't you?"

"Yes, please." Bonnie moaned, angling her hips up for penetration against his bobbing shaft.

Damon continued to tease, as she was focused on finally bringing their hips together, he instead moved his hand to the front of her throat and squeezed gently before pulling her head back.

Bonnie choked, her thighs tightening around his hips unconsciously as she looked up at him with big pleading eyes. "Damon please."

"You've been naughty baby, I gotta punish you."

Bonnie nodded, unflinchingly, "Please punish me, Professor."

With his thumb he angled her chin up, loosening his grip on her throat. He bit at her neck, more harsh this time leaving behind red flowering bruises.

"No!" She mewled, "You know you can't leave marks Professor Salvatore!"

Damon used his other hand on her hip to pull her sharply, possessively towards him on the desk, little did Bonnie know it was all that was needed to get him to finally sink into her silken depths.

Bonnie choked on her spit, clenching her pretty eyes closed as his huge girth spread her little passage apart.

"I can do whatever I want." Damon husked heavily into her ear, "Or am I wrong?"

Bonnie wrapped her hands behind his back, bracing herself as she greedily took him in. The pain from his entrance into her body was more delicious than any sweet caress. She angled her hips higher, wanting more of him into her, as deep as possible.

Within a blink, her back was shoved resoundingly onto the desk, the hand around her neck once again squeezing gently, "Or am I wrong?" Damon's blue eyes looked down into hers chidingly.

Bonnie moaned, pressing her chest up high, brushing her aching nipples against the bulging veins of his strong forearm. She licked her lips trying not to drool at the sensation of him almost bottoming out into her, almost reaching where she wanted him to, so close yet so far, his powerful gaze on her and his tender grip on her throat. "You can do whatever you want." She admitted truthfully.

A thumb went to her moist clit, flicking it over and over and Bonnie's eyes rolled, "You can do whatever you want, who?"

"You can do whatever you want to me, Professor Salvatore." Damon snapped his hips until finally, all of him was inside and pressed up against her like the smack of a bulging target, and she was clenching exquisitely from orgasm at his base, her greedy pussy singing at finally having him all to herself. "Damon!" She hummed, mouth open and begging for more, anyway she could get it.

Damon hefted one leg over his arm, disregarded her orgasm, and started an unforgiving pace. Grunting and growling with each thrust, he bent his knees until his tip was striking the sensitive spongey part inside of her. Until the fat twitching head of his penis dragged over the top of her walls directly against her g-spot endlessly.

Back arching impossibly, Bonnie's legs went higher, clenching him as much as she could in her position, as her arms reached and grabbed what she could of him. One hand held tightly to his wrist still around her throat, not to remove it but to hold it down securely. Her voice came out high-pitched and pleading, reedy, while her mouth formed words that expressed praise and gratitude. Her beautiful green eyes glowed as they held his, daring him to take her to further heights.

"Damnit Bonnie, you have the sweetest pussy," Damon huffed, pounding her even harder as her legs started to shake around him and her throat squeaked. "So wet and hot for me." He groaned. She started to squelch as her moisture built up and his hips became unrelenting, "She obeys me even when you don't." He bounced her head once more against the desk using his grip around her neck.

Bonnie cried out throwing her head back and finally disengaged from his gaze as her pussy clenched down tellingly around him. She was going to cum again if he kept it up like that.

She told him so.

"We can't have that, can we? This is supposed to be your punishment right?" He husked with his notorious smirk. Despite his words, his thumb went back to her clit, ruthless as he rubbed her in time with his desk-shaking thrusts, the rhythm just right. Bonnie's throat tightened and she couldn't swallow properly unrelated to his hand around it. She knew she was going to cum, and soon. Her eyes rolled, releasing it all she embraced the amazing feeling that took over her, warmth that seemed to glow like a lava-powered lamp. The tingling of her skin, her nerves coalescing at the bottom of her spine and then zipping up to her brain. The fire that unleashed on her erogenous zones and the sensitive prickled spot in her pussy that enflamed as her womb engored, encouraging his seed heavily inside of her with milking motions after deeming him a worthy mate.

"You better not fucking cum, Bonnie." Green eyes shot open, staring at harsh light blue eyes and a snarling mouth, his thick fingers that much tighter around her neck and threatening.

"Please Damon, I-I can't hold it," she sobbed at a particularly harsh thrust that damn near had her cumming and hard all around him and his merciless thumb against her wet clit. The hand on his wrist scratched deep into his arm until he bled while her other pinched her thigh, holding it up and thankfully was the cause of the stop in her demise.

"Good girl," Damon groaned slowing his hips in her vicelike depths and allowing her to catch a breather. He released his hand on her throat, ignoring the blood and sting on his arm, instead, he lovingly rubbed her breasts playing with her nipples until they prickled again and she mewled underneath him, rouging her chest pink like the pretty flush on her cheeks. He brought his hands down her stomach and up the back of her thighs. Her body was so soft and responsive to him, he couldn't get enough of it. Enough of her. She was sopping wet and warm for him, the perfect home for his seed, beyond the edge of return and overfilled with unreleased cum like a lusty balloon ready to burst.

Leaning down Damon rubbed his lips against hers sweetly, "Wrap your hands around my neck, hold on tight."

"Okay," Bonnie breathed, still feeling full and unbearably tight around him.

Without even a grunt, Damon lifted her smoothly into his arms, hands taking full handfuls of her ass as the crease of her legs hung over his strong arms. Gravity pulled her down firmly on his cock and they groaned in tandem in each other's mouths. Hot and wet, they shared each breath until it was in synch, he exhales and she inhales then vice versa. Occasionally giving wet smacks of lips to the other and playing with each other's tongues.

Bonnie flicked her tongue with his as she ground her hips against him, her lips smirking at his furrowed brow and grunt when she pulled back at the last second from his kiss. He punished her by smothering her with a kiss deep enough to choke as her clit rubbed deliciously against the hard muscle above his pubic bone.

He was so deep inside of her, she thought she would feel him there for days. A knot was sure to have been formed that would feel so good but would last too enduringly that she would do anything to get it out. The delirium of wanting him but knowing he was too much caused her to cry, lips trembling against his. Shh, shh, shh, he cooed, his tongue flicking over her teeth and her juicy bottom lip as her body chased its pleasure regardless of the consequences. Her strong thighs lifted in his hold enough that she was able to slam the fullness of her ass against his strong thighs.

Once. Clap.

Twice. Clap.

Three times–

O-Oh god, she was going to cum!

"Bonnie."

She stopped.

Bonnie rubbed her face against his, writhing her body against him, biting his ear, "Please Damon, I'll be a good girl."

"I'll let you cum," he swallowed, just as overcome as she was it seemed, "you know what you have to say, baby."

She brought her head back to look into his eyes, his pretty blue sparkled, transferring his wants that equaled her pleasure.

Before she could make a decision, Damon finally started to move his hips. Hefting her higher into his hold, he lifted her with his arms easily–too easily, and allowed gravity to slam her back down. Effortless.

"DAhh!" Bonnie screamed, widening her legs gratefully as she was forced to take him. More than willing to take her punishment.

Damon did it again, over and over. Gripping her ass tightly into his hands, he watched the beautiful girl get pushed off the cliff of pleasure, her neck wooden, hair bouncing with his thrusts, hands barely holding on around his neck as he lifted her lithe form up and gravity mercilessly forced her down.

Warm slick wet him, dribbled down his legs as a physical form of her pleasure, "Fuck!" Damon fixed his stance, knowing he was close to cumming, "C'mon baby, say it for me. I want you to cum. You're so beautiful when you cum."

Bonnie was silent, mouth agape and teeth clenching periodically as her nails scratched down his neck and back, the pain she caused inadvertently making his thrusts that much harsher, their sex that much more violent until he was bottoming out deeper and she was crying, sobbing, and repentant with each thrust, breaking his name into pleading syllables.

"S-so deep, D-Da-Damon!"

Her breasts bounced, her ass bruised within his grip, and then, "I love you! I love you, I love you! I love you so much! Please let me cum, I love you, Damon!" Bonnie screamed, bringing him close and begging for his mercy.

Damon yelled, "Cum!" angling his hips up until her walls strangled him, her knees tried to come together even in his hold and Bonnie was cumming, squirting hard and good against his unrelenting dick and Damon was exploding just as hard into her. Touching her in places no one ever has before, making her feel like she was ethereal, a goddess in pure form. Worshiped and made to feel good by him.

"DAMONAHH!" Bonnie, now back in her room was stuffing three fingers into her dripping cunt, legs up as high as they could go as her other hand was rubbing tight and hard against her puffy clit. She was sweating, her body slick, and her nerves on alert as all of her pleasure pulses were honed and tingling. She was cumming hard and long as her small fingers tried painfully, wrist tired and fingers pruned, to continue to hit that golden spot inside of her that was so deep but that Damon had so easily hit, which had her head spinning and her vision seeing stars. "Damon!" She sobbed. She needed him.

Her pussy pulsed hot and tight around her, suctioning in a grip like a vice and she swore she never felt anything like it around her fingers. No wonder men liked the sensation so much. She already felt addicted.

Laying in a puddle of her lust, her high finally sated, her fingers cramped to a slow stop.

"Thank you professor for your lesson today."

"You're welcome, think you'll be good from now on?"

"Hmm, I'll think about it." A woman's voice giggled, "But I think it's a lot more fun to be bad…"

The video finally ended. Green eyes took in hair that was light brown instead of black, a handsome nondescript dark-haired man, and sighed. "I'll be good, I'll be good! I promise I'll be good, professor! Please let me cum, I love it so much!" The real words that the woman said instead of what her disillusioned mind came up with.

So what did you think? Did you say my name? I said yours…multiple times ;)

Bonnie groaned whilst turning into her comforter and stuffing her face in the pillows. There was no denying it any longer.

Bonnie Bennett was sick in love with Damon Salvatore, the devil incarnate.

AN: So, how was it? Hope y'all enjoyed! I hope this was a good intro for Bonnie into the life of self-pleasure, haha. You could say that Damon is kind of her muse. I know porn isn't a good example of what sex is like or what it should be, but I felt like the generic masturbation scenes-while still good, were played out and I wanted to try something different. This route gave way to my creativity ^^

Anyways, next chapter we'll be back to more plot and we'll start wrapping up the story~. For those of y'all wondering when I'm going to continue my other fics, I want to get this story done before I go back to that, as flattering as it is please stop blowing up my DMs, LOL.