Blueeyeddevil06, thank you for being my beta!
"Elena, you can't keep skipping class."
She stopped and turned to Mr. Salvatore just before she exited the room. She let all the other students file out before she walked over to her teacher's desk.
She rolled her eyes, "I had permission for yesterday. Or did you miss the memo that I'm 'damaged'? The anniversary of my parents' death is coming up."
"I'm fully aware of the official line on Princess Gilbert. You're…untouchable…as far as skipping class." He was fully aware that she didn't know what he was or how much he wanted her.
He was in this job to get close to her. He didn't have a teaching degree, and he had compelled himself the job after he compelled the previous teacher to quit.
He originally came to town bored out of his damn mind, and then he saw her. He knew deep down inside of her lurked a rebel. Damon Salvatore knew a naughty girl when he saw one.
Sure, she looked like Katherine, and that intrigued him initially. The bitch, Katherine, that he hoped had gotten herself staked by now, had tried to tear him and his brother apart. She didn't realize they could do that themselves.
When she chose Stefan, it almost killed him. He did, however, love the irony of Stefan not choosing her back. Eventually, it became one of the few things he liked about his brother.
Then he saw Elena, and he could just tell she was the sexy package of Katherine without having a viper lurking underneath. She was everything good that Katherine was awful.
He wanted her desperately.
"You're saying you want to give me detention because I'm grieving?"
"No. And I believe you're freaking, but I think you're taking full advantage of the administration and the teachers by skipping class so much. I'm sure it doesn't hurt that your best friend is the principal's daughter, and he was friends with your dad."
"You're saying I'm using my parents' death as an excuse?!"
"No. I'm saying you are taking full advantage of the leeway given to you. It's a compliment, not a complaint."
She rolled her eyes, "Whatever!" She then turned to leave in a huff.
He used his vampire speed to get to her side and grab her arm, spinning her to look at him. "Wait, Princess."
"Don't. Touch. Me. You could be fired for this!" she hissed.
He laughed and released her arm. "So I didn't overhear you telling Bonnie you wanted me?"
She looked at him in confusion. Sure, she said that. In fact, she was a lot more explicit than that, but no way he could have heard her.
She had said that she fantasized about him taking her hard and dirty over his desk. She wasn't ever one for the student/teacher fantasy until he was her teacher.
Something about his deep brown, soulful eyes did all sorts of things to her. Including making her think of his dominant hands caressing her naked body. Of him grabbing her breasts and shoving her up against the wall, and kissing her breathless.
She felt so drawn to him. Really, it was why she skipped his class so much. It wasn't her parents' death. That did hurt and left a festering open scar in her heart, but it wasn't the reason for skipping his class. The reason she skipped his class was the same reason she broke up with Matt. When she closed her eyes at night, it was him that she thought of. Him that she pictured touching her and bringing her pleasure.
She wanted to leave because she wanted him so much. She wasn't stupid. Teachers only had sex with students in porn and on TV. Sure it happened sometimes, but it was rare and never the really hot teachers. He didn't have to risk his career to get laid. He was so sexy and probably had a long string of women in his bed.
Damon scented her arousal. Fucking finally, his brain provided. He was getting tired of teaching whiney teenagers. Shit were they annoying.
He shrugged, "Apologies for grabbing your arm." He didn't make her answer his question. He knew she wouldn't admit to wanting him.
He listened carefully, ensuring that everyone was going home after the last class of the day. He knew Elena was driving herself home today, so no one would be looking for her. He was glad to hear the hall was clear and no one would be interrupting them.
He then decided to press even though she wouldn't answer. He loved it when she blushed. "Didn't I hear you telling Bonnie that you wanted me to take you hard on top of my desk? I thought you said that and wondered how big my cock was." He stepped into her space and whispered, "It's bigger than you guessed."
He was right, she blushed, and she didn't answer him. He did scent her increased arousal, though. Good, his brain supplied. He could work with that.
He pressed further. "I bet I could get you to love coming to my class."
Finally, her mouth dropped open, "Are you making fun of me? That's what this is, isn't it?"
He scoffed, "No. This is me reveling in the fact that we both want the same thing."
"And what is it we both want?" She asked defiantly.
He reached out quickly, grabbed her, and pressed her to his body. "Sex. You on my desk with your legs spread and my cock in you. I want to make you scream my name." He fisted her hair and forced her to look up at him. His eyes were burning with desire, and he said, "You fascinate me. I don't want a one-time fuck." He ground his hard member against her core and whispered, "As much as I love the idea of taking you on my desk, come to my place and let me have you there. If you really want, I have a desk there I can take you on. I want to hear you screaming out in pleasure, and that can't happen here."
"What's the trick?" She asked nervously.
"I'll tell you what I truly am, and you step into the realm of darkness and monsters. I will bring you along with me and keep you by my side. You have no idea your full history or what I can show you."
"Cryptic much?" She said, confused.
He grabbed her ass and squeezed. "I've been your teacher for seven long months, and I've wanted you the whole time. Come to me, please. You have no idea how drawn I am to you."
"But I'm your student. You could get fired."
"I really can't." He would explain the rest later about why he was her teacher. "Also, I hate this damn job. Do you know what it's like to teach these little know-it-all shits?"
She laughed at that. "You don't like them?"
"They're morons, and they think they know everything. I'm going to laugh my ass off when they get into the real world, and their mommies aren't there to shield them from everything."
"You want to quit?"
He shook his head, "Naw, not if you'll come to bed with me. I like the idea of fucking my sexy student." He kneaded her ass with his hands. "You aren't telling me to stop touching you now."
"You're not going to video us and post it on some 'I fucked my student' website, are you?"
He nibbled her ear and then whispered, "If I video us having sex, it will be with your full consent and for only our viewing pleasure."
"Why? Why me? Lots of your students want you."
He raised one eyebrow and said, "I recently consulted a witch who said we were meant to be together." He knew she would think he was joking. It was the truth, though. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't get her out of his head and why she looked like Katherine. His inquiry led him to discover they were fated. He became her teacher to give her a bit of excitement in her life. She had so much tragedy after all.
There were other ways to approach her, but this way would excite the rebellious girl he saw inside of her. He wanted to bring her a rush.
She laughed at the witch comment and said, "Try again."
"It's you I want. Let's leave it there for now."
"How many other students have you been having sex with," she challenged.
Wow, she lacked trust, he reflected. "What made you so jaded?"
"I found out after my parents died that my uncle is really my biological father, and my mother was a high school girlfriend that fled once I was born. I've been lied to my whole life by the people I trusted the most."
He decided to be reckless, and he showed her his vampire face. "The truth is that it's you I want, Elena. Only you who can satisfy the monster within me. I haven't had any of the other students. I wasn't lying about the witch either."
He sped her over and had her on her back on his desk with him kneeling over her on his hands and knees. His true face was still showing, and he raked his eyes over her body. "This excites you?" He heard her increased heartbeat and scented her arousal strengthening.
"Yes," she whispered. "I'm so damn tired of safe."
He laid on top of her and scraped his fangs over the delicate skin on her neck. She moved her head and said, "You can bite me."
He ground his hard manhood against her and slipped his teeth into her neck. Then he drank from her, and it was more than he expected. She was not only his favorite blood type, but she was also overwhelmingly delicious. His mouth watered as he tasted her blood.
"Delicious," he whispered once he stopped drinking from her. He then bit his tongue, kissed her, and healed her with his blood.
"Come to the Salvatore Boardinghouse, please. I want to experience everything about you."
He had been so distracted by her he didn't hear Alaric, another teacher, and his friend open the door. "Want to head out for a drink? It's only three-thirty, but no one has to–," he cut himself off when he saw Damon on top of Elena.
He closed the door quickly behind him and glared at Damon. "Are you trying to get caught?"
"I could compel anyone except you." He didn't move off of Elena. "And you won't say anything. You know I've wanted this for a long time."
Elena shifted nervously. She wasn't so sure Mr. Saltzman wouldn't say anything.
"You're making my girl nervous, Ric. Tell her you won't say anything."
"It's fine, Elena. I'm not going to tell anyone."
"Good. Now, get out and let me go back to what I was doing before you tried to cock block me."
"Guess I'm drinking alone tonight." Alaric then left the room and shut the door behind him.
"He really won't tell?" She asked nervously.
"He knows what I am and why I'm here. He won't say a word."
He then grabbed her breast and kissed her neck. "Now, back to the fun."
"I thought you wanted me at–," she broke off her sentence when he moved his hand under her shirt and began playing with her nipple.
"It doesn't mean we can't have fun here, too. I realized I like the idea of playing with your sexy body on my desk."
He pulled her shirt up and off her quickly, and then her bra came off too. "You're not afraid of the vampire?"
"No, I want a bit of danger in my life. This is all exciting."
He sucked on her breasts and played with her nipples. "You're so damn perfect, Elena."
He moved and took her breasts in each hand and squeezed. He then whispered, "Come to me. Let me show you what pleasure and true excitement is. I will open up your world and show you things you've never seen before. And," he said seductively, "I will bring you pleasure that you didn't know existed."
"And what happens when you get tired of me?" She knew he was the kind of man that would leave her addicted to him. No way would he ever get out of her system.
"We're fate. There is no tiring of you."
What he didn't say was the witch had presented his love for her as if it was a curse to him. She thought it was. After all, he was a selfish SOB, and she expected he would hate discovering that someone else would become his focus, his all. She didn't know how much he wanted love, real love. She believed it would disgust him. It was just the opposite.
He then added, "I'm yours, even when you tire of me. I learned you can't fight the strings of fate and what magic has decreed."
He then licked and sucked on her breasts and nipples. She was moaning and arching into him. "Please, I want you," she moaned.
He lost patience with waiting. He pulled off the rest of her clothes and pulled down his pants. He next thrust into her and growled out.
Damon reached down, placed his hand over her mouth, and began driving himself into her. He didn't want her screaming in pleasure and bringing a lot of people. He didn't feel like compelling them now when what he wanted was to fuck her until they orgasmed.
He left his hand on her mouth as her moans were garbled. He looked down and watched his cock disappear into her. It was so erotic to finally see himself having sex with her. He snapped his hips and found the right angle for her g-spot. She began writhing underneath him and making sounds of intense pleasure. He was glad he had her mouth covered. He was giving it to her so good she couldn't force herself to be quiet.
He roughly grabbed her breast in his other hand and said, "You feel so perfect." And it was true. She felt made for him. Everything about her was the most erotic thing he saw. Even how she met him thrust for thrust with such enthusiasm and abandon.
He began rutting into her, hearing their bodies slap together. He was rough with her, and the desire he saw in her eyes showed she was right there with him and loving it.
He orgasmed when she did and felt her fluttering walls milk him dry. She was panting for breath and looked wrecked. He loved the sight of her looking so well fucked. He did that to her. It felt so good.
The witch was right. He was utterly hers now.
She was panting for breath smiling up at him, "Wow. That was…. Wow."
"Come to my place. I'll have you all night long. I'll bring you so many orgasms for the rest of our lives." Then added, "Stay the night."
"I'll have Bonnie say I'm staying at her place. I'll pack a bag and be over to your place. What time?"
"As fast as you can. I'll cook dinner."
"Do you even eat food?"
"I can, and I like to cook. Plus, I want you well fed. You'll need to keep your energy up for what I have planned for you," he gave her a lustful look when he said that.
He helped her off his desk and helped her dress. He was excited that she agreed to come over to his place and spend the night.
She then grabbed her bag and headed out to go get ready to meet him. Just before she got to the door, she said, "It worked. I'm much more interested in showing up to class now," she teased.
She heard his laughter as she walked down the hall.