Damon came over to my wardrobe and started looking through it, I had bought quite a lot of clothes here and he took his time going through the wardrobe. Eventually, he closed the closet and walked away. I didn't quite understand what the problem was but he came back 10 minutes later carrying a big box. He said " Here's your dress. Now darling. Tonight you'll be in a collar and leash at the club. It's a lot of fun. You have this spiked collar with real diamonds on it, this already tells everyone that you are a real little bitch and I own you and keep control of you. See, at these clubs, well you'll see, there's other people on the strap and the collar, but I'm not going to explain anything about it now, because it's probably better that you see it with your own eyes. Now put your clothes on and I'll put your hair up. "

The dress was mostly a gauzy black lace and showed off quite a bit of my body. It had a pattern in strategic places like on my nipples or in front of my cunt but it was one of the most revealing dresses I've ever worn. It didn't even go down to my knees and there was still a decent slit in the hem. Damon opened my hair all the way up and just put a diamond-studded band in to keep it slightly out of my eyes. He bit me with strong smokey eye makeup and gave me high-heeled bright green shoes. Black dress, red hair, and green shoes, really? Then he came back and bit me so that my nails grew and they were bright blue. This man has no concept of color or dress. But fine, let's go with the flow. Then he lovingly put the collar on and carefully embedded the spikes on every side. It was actually quite fucking good-looking, fine. I'm ready. I'm Damon's little bitch.

We drove to the club and he put when we got out of the car so me with my leash on my collar he walked ahead and I followed behind. We went up the stairs to the big black doors and Damon just said " Salvatore," and then the doors opened for us. We stopped in the lobby and Damon went to the counter. There was a counter behind which were various little bottles and drinking glasses with some kind of liquid in them. Damon got a bottle from there, which he handed to me and said " Drink it, bitch. now." He pulled on my leash so that the spikes moved on my neck, which started to bleed a little. I looked at Damon and said, "I'm not thirsty." And he straightened up and pulled again and said " Now baby, you better drink that drink real good or you won't like the consequences, you know what I can do when you're so unruly. Now drink." He grabbed me by the throat and pressed me against the wall.

I knew we had an audience, that's why I was a naughty unruly bitch. He took the bottle from my hand and held me tight against the wall. Then he lifted the bottle to my lips and poured it into my mouth, choking all the time. Oh, I was wet. I swallowed the liquid without stopping. Damon held me still for a moment and said. "Let's see if the drink helps any with that attitude of yours, or if I need to take a sharper approach again." Then he released me against the wall and we went forward into the great hall with the divans.

We went to the black leather divan and Damon got into a comfortable position and took me in next to him, that drink wasn't quite as strong as at our wedding but I certainly felt the effect. I retreated against Damon and he stroked me casually. He said in my head. " Now baby, look, that woman, she's a human congresswoman and she's fucking tight. In control, all the time won't relax even after work. Except here. Nowhere can anyone else see how she is not in control at all right now, she is totally controlled. She is controlled. She trusts her vampire and submits to his power to be. People need to feel cared for sometimes too, but they also need to feel controlled. It's a bit of a love and boundaries thing. Of course, most of them fuck each other. It's not just being in control, but it's an important part. Now I don't know if you can just be controlled by me. Can you still let go and not think about any work stuff? This might help you too sometimes. think, observe, and explore. As you can see there are quite a lot of people in charge here who have to be in charge every day and it's hard. But this helps. "

I really started to look around lazily and I did recognize quite a few people. They were drugged from the drink or were just extremely relaxed and enjoying themselves. I didn't know if this would help me at all, but I could just lie here against Damon and let his hand wander and stroke me. As I said. He taught me to enjoy touch when we spent that year in England and I hadn't really realized how much I missed being touched.

Along came other vampire men to talk to Damon and oh how he enjoyed being told his wife was a flea. The big scary awesome flea was lying on his lap totally relaxed and he was showing everyone how he was controlling me. I got flanked. For several .it was a very big show of strength from Damon, how he had developed various substances for me and how I was nicely leashed and collared in his arms. T

he vampire men correctly told him how the flea has the reputation of an ice queen and will not let anyone touch or control her. How the flea is always in charge, always in control of everything. Fine, I didn't care after the third fucking strong flank. I wasn't savvy enough to bother caring. But I knew there was another explanation for the flank than a mere show of force and I suspected one of them might have been a telepath or something and Damon was protecting my head. I would probably naturally fight whatever Damon was doing in my head now. I could definitely feel him there and he was not relaxed.

When the men left we stayed put and lo and behold the Original brothers were at the club and Nick saw us. He was walking across the street from Damon again like the owner of Europe and said "Oh, Mimi. So you've learned to be Damon's little bitch now, have you? Nice collar." I had cleared my flank pretty well and was getting tense about attacking the smug bastard. Damon said in my head. " Don't, calm down baby. Nick is testing you, he wants you to attack him so he can do something to us again when he has a reason. Just leave it alone. This is what this does. Annoys everyone and then whoever gets a hold of him starts fighting with him and causes a million other problems. Just leave it alone or you'll soon get a fourth flank."

Fine, let's calm down then. I sighed and let my own hand start to wander along Damon. Let's make this a little interesting. I knew what I was doing and got Damon to pay a little attention to what I was actually doing. I had slipped my hand inside Damon's shirt and was playing with his chest, scratching lightly, then I got into a slightly better position so that I could lick every drop of blood I could get out. Nick swallowed loudly and Damon put his head back in pleasure.

He said in my head "Then, baby, don't blame me if my self-control fails me at some point. you started it. " I raised my eyes and looked at my husband with extreme heat. Very hot. He looked back and lifted me on top of him properly so that we started kissing. There was nothing to it as such, I wasn't even wearing any underwear as he hadn't let me put any on. He was getting into a pretty intense mood and I could clearly feel his big, hard, thick proof in his pants. I wondered how those jeans could take that kind of pressure. I squirmed on top of Damon, teasing and arousing, we kissed long and hard.

I let my teeth come out and Damon took and unzipped his jeans. He lifted the hem of my dress and pushed into my pussy hard hot and ready. He pulled me into him and started fucking me from below roughly and hard, only then did he turn his head to the side and let me eat. I ate naughtily and fucking slowly and felt the wonderful thick cream of love and passion begin to flood into me. I felt like I couldn't get enough of it at all.

Eventually, the wonderful flood inside me stopped and I had eaten my fill. Damon rolled me under him and started fucking me hard, strong, and strangling me at the same time, calling me a little bitch. I let the wildcat come out and Damon smiled cruelly. He continued and kept the wildcat completely under control. Everyone saw how my vampire side was held in check and how it was fucked completely powerless. How strong Damon actually was. Because I knew about 7 or 8 vampires here who had seen me in full-on vampire mode at a couple of gigs and knew exactly how strong my vampire side was. So I ended up lying on top of Damon, completely pussy-whipped, at a vampire club and I didn't mind.

He finally helped me up and we left the club at 7 am. Damon was extremely pleased to have made some big presentations or gotten a message across properly. We went to the house and showered together. We were still in a pretty rough mood and we didn't eat when we went to the bedroom and were going to have a really good marathon. Or so I thought. We fucked for two days and then Bran came over. Damon took a shower by himself and I waited. When he went down then I got in the shower and got dressed. I went downstairs and the guys were already talking loudly to each other, Samuel was on the phone and Damon was texting someone.

I went to the table and Damon said " Go ahead and have whatever you want baby, we're having guests over. We're having a party again. " Oh fine. I got up from the table. I went upstairs and thought. What the fuck is wrong with that man. We had a good time at the club. Two days of fucking and then we're at a party. I'm not fucking staying here. Fucking right I'm not.

I started packing my bag and tried to control my rage, which was now bubbling to the surface as well as it could be. Adam came to the door and said " Oh you're leaving, where to? You can stay for the party, you don't always have to run away. You know we can have fun at the party too." Adam was already drunk. unbelievable. I looked at Adam and said "I don't share. Well, I have to share, but I'm not going to watch it. I'm going to fucking Europe on a road trip and it might be a while before I bother to come back. " Adam walked away.

Bran replaced him and said " Magnum is coming to the party, and so are Charles, Dresden, and Constantine. After we get the coin out of it. We're all celebrating. I could put you in a cage and go fuck you myself, but you know what Mimi, you're not such a good fuck that I'd bother getting off the couch. Go and do what you want. I don't care." Oh, that guy Bran's got a way of getting on my nerves sometimes. Damon came to the door and said "Oh, you're running away again. You're not gonna learn. But I'm not going to teach you now. At least I got you corked before Hauptman, take another break and it'll be juicy to cork you again." The wet dog stank. What the fuck is that about me being cranky now. I didn't care.

I got my bag packed and left. I went to the airport and left for Spain. I bought a fuchsia-colored Corvette and took off. Fuck the whole fucking pack, fuck all the men. Then I started going through the towns and enjoying myself with mimosa and Mirella. Mirella would come out every now and then and the three of us would walk around. We weren't doing the girls' fun stuff, we weren't in the mood. We went to our castle in France and started to decorate different rooms. A painting studio, a photography studio, a video editing room, a greenhouse, and a plant laboratory. Mirella was pretty much putting the medbay in order, having taken all the medical knowledge and having quite a wide knowledge of things herself.

Whatever room we came up with, that's what we did. Mimosa got her own room with a great bunk, a treat machine, a treat cabinet, lots of bones, and other goodies. The room that Mirella and I made together was the blood room. We got as comfortable chairs as we could find, made it absolutely perfect, and then asked for blood from my various stores. We had a big fridge full of different kinds of blood and it was just perfect for sipping while you sat in the chair and enjoyed. Then we always moved on. We had been moving and decorating for 12 weeks. And we hadn't got any further than France. Mirella still had quite a bit inside me and then I decided to get a big villa or mansion for myself on the Spanish coast. Fuengirola. Just because I liked listening to Finnish from time to time. Finnish tourists loved the place and there were Finnish shops here, and then I fell in love once again with the Salmiac. I hadn't thought about this wonderful delicacy for probably almost 15 years, which is how long the whole thing had been going on.

I wasn't even sure how many years I'd been married to Damon now. we weren't together all the time, but still. maybe that's why I didn't put any value on anniversaries, because if you averaged our years, how much time we spent together, the number was pitifully small. And it wasn't always even Damon's fault, there could be a gig in Europe or I could be in some fucking institution recovering and everything takes time. It was just our life and maybe that's why we put up with each other. I couldn't imagine being able to live with a hanger-on for a year or half of anyone. Maybe at first, it would have been different, but now that I've been able to be independent for so long on my own for so long I might not even know how to live day to day with someone. Yes, Damon and I were in England for a year, but again, we had our careers. Things to do. But if I had to just live in the house and couldn't do gigs or whatever then there could definitely be arguments, at any given time, about anything.

I was in Fuengirola for a week and then I got so restless that I decided to go back to America and start going to fight clubs. I told the fleas to find me the nastiest, all-around worst fight clubs they could find. Now I had to get the pressure off. I was demon slaying at the same time because the demon slayers in our whole pack were partying, still partying, so I started doing them at the same time. I knew that there were some people who were supernatural hunters, killers, vampires and demons, and stuff, I just had never come across them myself and the thought of encountering one was actually amusing. The thought of what this person would try to do to me or why. It would be a pretty reckless guy, though. I was in another bar again, stalking. Black leather jacket, now pants, and a top. The jacket always covered my gun and dagger so well.

I was looking at all the people and wondering what everyone was doing. Is someone a cheater, or deceived, or is someone just lonely, what professions do these people represent? I looked at a table near the back wall of the bar. There were three men there. There was a feeling that these men were not quite what they claimed to be, I looked at them for a while and then decided, as two of the men looked like a hound dog at one of the demons, that these must be the hunters, but this third man, not being a man at all. This was an angel, and pretty damn strong. A trench coat. Funny disguise. Well, I didn't know if angels even had a dress code. I watched the trio with amusement, and when the demon left, so did these.

I had a much bigger catch in store for me and I waited until the level 8 demon finished his drink and started to go to the bar again to get a refill. Time to play. I got up and walked over to the bar next to this demon myself. A demon this strong knows how to disguise himself and this one was sure no one knew who he was. He looked at me from head to toe and said " What'll you have, I'll buy. Honey bunny." I smiled and said hoarsely " Tequila sunrise, I live dangerously. How about it? Can you find a match for me. I want to have challenges in my life.?" the demon watched for a moment and ordered my drink, then it said " You have no idea, but if you want to go to a wild party I can take you to meet Nicodemus, he's my boss. " I looked at the demon for a moment and said " Fine, let's go but how about if we go through one of the alleys first so you can give us a little taste." the demon smiled.

The reason my little game went so well was because people were stupid. People wanted to play with danger and if there was a demon then, even if you didn't realize it was a demon, it made people, especially women, uninhibited. And help me if they still knew someone was a demon. some people just have a suicidal tendency so much. So if you started flirting with a demon in a pretty straightforward way then yes these guys got caught. Whoever this Nicodemus is then well at least it's on my list now and I'll get on it once I get this out of the way.

I finished my drink and the demon was already pretty passionate. I walked lazily and slowly out of the bar like I was in no hurry. The demon walked ahead of me and I said " Here, come on, show me what you're made of and then I'll know this isn't just a waste of time. ' The demon came eagerly and I spun it against the wall while plunging the demon dagger deep into its heart. The demon died and turned to jelly. I wiped my dagger and made sure I didn't step on the demon land and walked to my car. All I noticed was that the angel and two men had seen the whole thing but somehow I doubted they would do me any harm. Although those guys were looking at me in that way as I walked by, to make sure I was on my guard or they would try to hit me and hit me hard. Maybe we'd meet again sometime. I got in my car and drove away.