Title: Secretary
Rating: M
Genre: AU/All Human
Pairing(s): Bonnie/Elijah, mentions of past Elijah/Hayley, Vicki/Jeremy, Matt/Rebekah, Stefan/Elena, ect.
Trope/Prompt: Boss/Employee Relationship
Summary: Bonnie Bennett, a young woman with a history of severe emotional problems, finds work as a secretary for a rigid and demanding attorney, Elijah Mikaelson. Bonnie soon realizes she's turned on by Elijah's stern demeanor, and begins a sadomasochistic relationship with him. (Inspired by the movie Secretary)
Warnings: Sexual Content, Dark Fic, Explicit Sexual Content, Spanking, Dub-con, OOC-behaviors, Mentions of Suicide, Self-Harm, etc.
A gift for carnival-ofsouls!
A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews! Keep them coming my loves! So this part deviates from the source material. But if you haven't seen the movie, that won't really matter for you. Ummmmm its shorter than the first part and unedited but bear with me folks! I'll go back and do some touch ups later. I just really wanted to get this update up! I am working on some other gift trope fics so the next update might not come so quickly! Love you guys! Happy reading!
Part Two || Obedience
Elijah Mikaelson liked order. He needed it. Among his siblings he had always been the most practical. Outside of Finn, who was at times overly emotional himself, he was the best at reigning in the wayward and the temperamental of them. Klaus. Kol. Rebekah. For the most part he was able to keep them line.
Everyone who knew him well knew that he didn't do well with chaos. It was unsettling to him. He did even worse with being unsettled. He needed to be in control and when he lacked it, he did whatever he deemed necessary to get it back. It was in that way that he was like his father.
However, where Mikael was violent and volatile in his quest for control, Elijah was calm and deliberate when he sought it out. He could be just as manipulative as Mikael, could scent out the weaknesses in others just as well, even if it wasn't as intentional. He was simply good at reading others. Detecting their motives. Their needs. Their desires. He was as good at that as he was at hiding his own.
When the more manipulative aspects of his nature surfaced, at times it wasn't measured. It had simply been a part of his nature from a young age to observe and use his observations to control those around him. It was his way of remedying the disorder he had grown up with.
As a child Elijah had watched his parents' relationship deteriorate. As an adult he had watched them keep up the façade amidst the obvious destruction. They had always been big on appearances. His father had appeared to be in control. His mother had appeared to allow him that control. Her submission had been a lie, the same ways his father's power had. His mother's lie had resulted in an affair and in Niklaus being born. His father's lie had resulted in him being complacent of the fact and staying with his mother in an effort to keep up his façade of dominance, and abusing Niklaus verbally and physically as punishment for his own loss of authority.
Elijah learned rather quickly that appearances meant nothing if there was still havoc underneath. So he started with managing his own space. In spite his family's fragmented and volatile state, his room was always in pristine condition. His clothes always perfectly tailored. His appearance as ordered on the outside as he desired things to be on the inside. Then his efforts had extended outward. He began to learn to sway others to his way of thinking. He was polite but detached. Kind but cunning. Firm and steady enough to inspire trust but not easily trusting. It worked very well for him in terms of his family and in other circles as he grew older. It wasn't until he began to have romantic relationships of his own that he figured out that his need for control had morphed into something else entirely.
The change came about gradually but he realized it swiftly. It was something he had always feared putting a name to. But it was there, like a monster crawling underneath his skin. Something in him that craved, not just control, but obedience.
Finding a woman that liked to play at being dominated was easier than one might think. But that was usually what it was to them. A game. It was harder, much harder to find someone that understood the true essence of his nature. That could give him what he really needed. Perhaps it was because he wasn't certain what that was and was terrified to dig deep enough to find it.
When he first started dating, he hadn't started seeking out certain types of women. He attracted them unintentionally. The thing that began to unearth inside of him came out in unexpected burst. Dark and unyielding in the beginning. Some women responded to it. Some didn't. Like with most things, he learned rather quickly to reign it in.
For a long time he was single. Lonely. Distant. Then there had been Hayley. One of Klaus's many cast offs. She'd come to him broken and looking for guidance. Desperate to be loved. He had quite easily read her and he had, in his mind, been ready to provide her with what she needed. Even the things she didn't realize that she was asking for. She'd been promising.
However, instead of flourishing under Elijah's control, Hayley had wilted. She'd become even less of herself than she had been with Klaus and more embittered. It was the opposite of what Elijah wanted, even though Hayley still thought otherwise. There end had been inevitable and Hayley had made sure that it had been painful as well.
After Hayley the monster inside became caged in by shame. He'd never wanted to be like his father and yet, he had failed to control Hayley in the same way Mikael had failed to do with Esther. Both women had lashed out. The difference had been that Mikael's intent had been to break Esther and Elijah had intended something different for Hayley. Hayley saw it the same way Esther had however, and there laid the disconnect.
When she filed for divorce Elijah had tampered his darker urges down in an effort to mend things. When that hadn't worked, he resigned himself to being alone.
When they had started, Hayley had been his secretary. She'd been in need of a job. It was how he had groomed her in the beginning. Whether it had been an active or subconscious deed on his part, he still wasn't sure. But he had given her a job, expectations and order. She'd responded to in the beginning and in the end she resented it.
She was still his secretary when they married. But before and after, he kept the office life separate.
"You don't treat me like your wife in front of everyone else," she'd always said, "I'm either an employee or an accessary."
He had wanted to keep boundaries up. It had been easy to do with her. His darker urges had been reserved for the bedroom. His business was just that, his business. His marriage again, a separate thing. When things overlapped there was potential for disorder and that was unacceptable.
Rebekah had thought the whole thing odd. She'd known that he and Hayley were over before he did. "Liking to be in control is one thing," she'd said, "But love isn't about that. Even if you have your…tastes…your particularities…it should be harder for you to place your walls up. To separate things and compartmentalize. When you love, when you really love, it's a wild thing. Uncontrollable. It challenges you. It doesn't just fall in line. Hayley gets that…but she can't get that with you. The two of you don't understand one another. It'll never work."
She'd been right, in a sense. Elijah still didn't understand the appeal of a love that was wild and uncontrollable. However, Rebekah had been right about him not understanding Hayley as well.
The biggest loss that Elijah felt when Hayley left, wasn't the relationship or her presence in his bed, it was at the office. When Hayley stopped being his secretary the front office became atrocious. Boxes and files piled everywhere. All the potted plants that Hayley had bought to make the hall leading to his office lively, wilted. His client list diminished.
The chaos had nearly driven him mad. He made it his purpose to keep his own office in order. He needed the control in his own domain if nowhere else. His office became the only clean and orderly room in the practice. When his client list became smaller and smaller he knew that he had to find a replacement for the front.
He had left the finding of candidates to Rebekah. He hadn't been ready to replace Hayley in any sense of the word. The first two girls she sent had left crying by the end of their first day. They hadn't come back for the second.
"Could you please send me someone who isn't a complete blubbering idiot?" Elijah sighed after the loss of the second girl.
"What exactly are you looking for Elijah?" Rebekah had asked.
"For starters, someone who can take a bit of direction without bursting into tears."
He'd gone through two more girls before Rebekah had sent him Bonnie. The day of her interview he printed her file. Gone over her history. The dark shadows of her past. He'd felt protective of her right away. It was odd. He felt a need to guide her. Help her. Bring order to her life as it was clearly lacking in it. He tampered it down. He figured, given her history of self-harm, he'd have to be careful. Handle her with kid gloves. He'd been wrong.
Bonnie had come to him that first day a beautiful distracting mess. Soaked to the bone and shivering, her clothes clinging to her and showing more skin than she realized. Her attire was atrocious but her demeanor….it made the monster stir in its cage.
Bonnie was very obedient. She followed directions wonderfully. Without thought or question. With gratitude even. It was as if she were born to it. Bred for it. Where he had had to groom Hayley, Bonnie fell in line naturally. Elijah had to make a conscious effort to keep the wall up. Keep the boundaries in place. Keep the darkness at bay.
The thing was, her behavior made it difficult for him. No matter the order, she was so very compliant. So amiable. So quick to obey. He found himself lapsing a bit each time, each time she said, "Yes sir," in that sweet voice of hers. A little tick here and there would give him away to anyone who knew him. Shutting off of his expression. A clenching of his fist. A twisting of his ring. A clearing of his throat. Bonnie was none the wiser.
Until the day he broke. By that time Bonnie had cleaned up the front office. Organized and alphabetized the files. The wilted plants still lined the halls out the front looked emaculate and the clients loved seeing Bonnie's smiling face when they came in. Bonnie followed orders like clockwork. Then came the day she came in late and the monster stirred.
The spanking hadn't been planned. It was a compilation of things that pushed him over the edge. Bonnie arriving late. Her willingness to dig through the trash. Her desire to please him. Hayley's presence. The typos. The tension in Bonnie's frame at the thought of disappointing him and her unwavering obedience through it all. He had tried to stop it. He had failed.
He'd framed in a way that would be palatable to him. He was helping her. He gave her an out. A safe phrase, his mind supplied, but he ignored it.
As he spanked her, he wasn't thinking about it being a better alternative to her cutting herself. It was. But his thoughts at the time where centered on the whimpers that left her lips. On her heavy breathing. On the trembling in her frame. On the hardness pressing against his tailored slacks. He wasn't sure what he expected. He hadn't expect her to like it. It made the monster gleeful, it made Elijah reign him in.
When he sent her home early, it was to give himself space. He had violated his own rules. Had brought his shame to the office. And yet, he told himself that it would be fine to do it again. Bonnie needed it and he needed….no he was still in control of the situation.
He threw the half dead potted plants away the same day. All of them in the dumpster. They'd never been as lovely as his orchids and Hayley had never cared for them the way that he did his own.
He bought a collection of frames. Silver like the chain around Bonnie's neck that she'd said she'd gotten from her mother. He framed the first letter. The red marks from his marker standing out like blood on sheets. He placed the framed letter on the first mantle where one of the potted plants had been. Lined three red markers on his desk top. Threw the picture of Hayley into the trash can where Bonnie had dug out the Henderson files. On the drive home, he tried very hard not to think about what it all meant.
:::
The spanking became a part of the routine. Bonnie arrived at the office by eight. Always in a pencil skirt and designer blouse. Panty hose and high heels. A crooked smile, her curls pulled back. She would get him his coffee. Black. Two sugars. No cream. She'd answer phones and organized case files while Elijah was in court. Managed scheduled client appointments when he returned. Lunch at noon. Logging the day's calls and meetings.
Towards the end of the day, Elijah dictated letters to be sent out. Elijah would proofread the letters. He'd find at least one typing mistake each time. Bonnie's body would tense, coil as he berated her.
He would say, "Assume the position." Bonnie would bend over his desk. Palms down and flat. Face close to the letter. Read it allowed as he spanked her, harder and harder with each pass.
They never talked about it afterwards. Not the moans that left her lips. Not the times he'd lean over her body. Pressing his hardness against her ass. His face buried in her neck. Both panting.
He would collect himself. Push the monster down. She's perfect, it cooed. So responsive, it preened. Begging for it, it laughed. So obedient, it praised. He ignored it and said, "Straighten yourself up and type it again."
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson." So soft and so pretty.
Bonnie would retype the letter. Sometimes he would hear her moans echoing off the bathroom walls as she masturbated beforehand. A different kind of torture.
She'd bring the letter back. No errors. He'd praise her. "Good letter," had quickly turned into, "Good girl."
The new marked letter would join the first one on another mantle where the potted plants had once been. "To track her progress," he said if anyone asked.
When Rebekah decided to invite Bonnie to dinner at Mystic Grill after a month had passed, to celebrate Elijah finding a new secretary, she'd insisted on taking a picture of the two of them together. She had it printed.
Elijah framed the photo and placed it on his desk where Hayley's had been. Kol asked after it on one of his visits. "It's simply a staff photo," Elijah said, "My staff just so happens to be small."
Anything to not have to admit the truth. His boundaries were crumbling. His control was slipping. That he was feeling something growing inside of him. A hidden familiar tendril slinking from his darker areas, nurtured on the feeling that he had exposed something just as dark hidden inside of Bonnie.
:::
His siblings didn't know the specifics but they knew enough. If nothing else they saw the way that he watched Bonnie as she walked around the office. The way his spun his ring, each time she bit her lip. The way he clenched his fist at every murmured, "Yes, sir." The giveaways that he had always been so adept and hiding before.
It was an odd thing for them to see him unravel and yet remain so calm and restrained at the same time. They wanted a closer look at the situation. Especially his sister and so, Rebekah invited Bonnie over for dinner.
Bonnie had been apprehensive. Elijah discovered that, her own family dinners growing up had been disastrous. In truth his had been tense as a child and he had shared as much to Bonnie.
"We have sense found more freedom in each other's company, my siblings and I," he told Bonnie as he pated her head gently. She was kneeling at his feet. That day he hadn't had any client's. No hours in court. It had just been the two of the in the office.
He'd instructed her to crawl around the office on all fours. Like with everything else she indulged him. She'd gotten a friction burn on her knees and neither of them minded it much. He'd gotten a nice view of her ass the entire day and she'd gotten her pleasure from his pleasure and her own affliction it seemed.
It was strange, the things he had shied away from were becoming almost normal in her presence.
"You must watch out for Niklaus and Kol, though," he warned. His brother had recently returned to town for a visit. "In fact," he said, "Don't speak to them unless you are spoken to. You may speak freely with Rebekah and myself only. You must stay close to me at all times. If…" he paused, the thought of what he was about to say making him irritated, "If either Kol or Klaus attempt any sort of flirtation with you, you are not to respond in kind."
Bonnie frowned. "No one ever flirts with me."
Elijah's expression was deadpan as he gripped the back of her neck and lifted her head to look at him. "Not that you realize I'm sure," he admonished, "That wasn't the answer I was looking for."
"Yes, sir," Bonnie said, automatically.
"Good girl," Elijah smiled, his grip on the back of her neck tighten, "Now tell me who you are," he ordered.
He watched as Bonnie's breath hitched. Watched as she squirmed under his touch. "I'm your secretary," she said in the low molten voice that always made him hard and threatened to unleash something fiendish within.
His grip on her neck softened as he took a calming breath. He kissed the top of her head. Inhaled the scent of lavender and lily. "Yes," he whispered, "Mine. See that you remember."
"Yes, sir." She promised.
The drive to the mansion was a quiet one. The silence between them was always comfortable in spite of the demons that haunted them both.
"Since you have servants," Bonnie said as they pulled into the drive, "I guess you won't be ordering me around."
Elijah smiled as he cut off the car. "I thought you liked it when I ordered you around," he said.
Bonnie shrugged. "I never said I didn't," she commented, "It's just…we don't spend a lot of time together outside of the office. Or around other people. I'm not sure how to behave."
Elijah turned to her, his expression blank. "You never know how to behave," he said, "That's why you need me."
Bonnie raised a brow at him. "Do I?"
Elijah gripped the steering wheel. He saw it then. The glint in the green of her eyes that made him think that her behavior was more deliberate than she let on. That she did things purposefully to provoke the kind of reaction that she wanted. That though she was obedient, he wasn't necessarily the one in control. It was gone just as quickly and she was staring at him, guarded but somehow expressing some mock form of innocence.
He reached across the space that separated them and grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed before loosening his grip. It was a warning. His grip on the steering wheel tightened. "You don't?"
"I do." She smiled.
He leaned in close to her. "Say it," he hissed into her ear.
"I need you, sir."
Elijah closed his eyes at the words, loosened his grip and pulled back. He closed himself off again a moment later. "Take off your pantyhose, they have holes from the carpet burns. They'll notice. There's an extra pair in the glove compartment."
Bonnie nodded and Elijah watched openly as she kicked off her shoes and hiked up her skirt. Yes, he thought, boundaries are certainly a thing of the past.
"You needn't worry about your behaviors," he said aloud, "That's for me to concern myself with. Remember my warnings and follow my lead."
"Yes sir," Bonnie said, her tone, however, was uncertain. Elijah glanced over at her and wasn't surprised to find her chewing on her bottom lip.
"What is it?" he demanded.
"What if they don't like me?" Bonnie asked.
Elijah sighed. "Rebekah already likes you," he said, "Remember that's how you got your job in the first place. And the others are idiots. You don't need them to like you. But they will. You're a very likeable person Bonnie. I'm…very fond of you. Do you understand?"
Bonnie beamed at him. "Yes, Mr. Mikaelson. I understand."
Bonnie changed quickly after that and they got out of the car. Elijah held his arm out to her and Bonnie took it. He supposed that it wasn't the usual way one walked with someone under their employ, but she was also his guess and he didn't want to be rude.
They had drinks before dinner. Except Bonnie. She's didn't drink. Elijah knew of her grandmother's recent sobriety and so he didn't push. Besides that, with the way that his brothers were eyeing her, he wanted to make sure that all of Bonnie's faculties remained in place and that she remembered her instructions.
When they sat down to eat, things took a turn. Bonnie sat next to him. She followed her directions. Only spoke to him and Rebekah unless his brothers initiated conversation. Responded in a polite and detached demeanor when Kol asked if she was single. Shook her head stiffly when Klaus asked if she had ever been in love. Both questions meant to provoke Elijah he knew.
Other than that they were all jokes and smiles until they were served. He and Bonnie had gotten used to eating alone at the office at least once a week. She often avoided meals with her family. He had a heavy work load. It made sense. He had, during lunches and the times they'd eaten dinner, been dictating her meals to her. It didn't seem like there was anything wrong with the idea until he was in the presence of his family.
Bonnie stared at her plate as it was placed in front of her and waited as everyone else was served. He normally told her down to the portion size on the times they ate together. He knew that wouldn't be impossible. She had a sweet tooth so normally her biggest portions that he allowed when they ate meals were desert. The dinner would be the trouble.
The others watched as Bonnie stared at her food. "Aren't you hungry Bonnie?" Rebekah asked, "Do you not like asparagus?"
Bonnie blinked at his sister and then looked toward Elijah. "Eat," he said, stiffly.
Nodding, Bonnie picked up her fork and began to eat. The others didn't comment but Niklaus grinned and Rebekah's eyes narrowed. Kol looked as if something had fallen into place and he simply nodded once and began to eat as the others stared.
Sighing Elijah ate as well. However, he watched out of the corner of his eye as Bonnie ate as well. When she had finished a scoop of mashed potatoes, five bites or asparagus and three bites of chicken, Elijah put his hand underneath the table and squeezed her knee.
Bonnie placed her fork down. Elijah continued to eat as if nothing had happened but of course, Klaus couldn't let it go. "Is the food not to your liking?" His brother asked.
"It's very good," Bonnie said, smiling.
"There's chocolate cake for desert," Elijah commented idly, "Perhaps she wanted to save room for it."
Bonnie's smile widened. "It is my favorite."
"You should have as much as you want then," Elijah shrugged, his tone passive.
"Really?" Bonnie asked. She needed his permission he knew. She needed it voiced. It wasn't something that could be helped, his siblings be damned.
"Certainly," Elijah nodded. He continued to eat his own food without giving Bonnie a second glance.
"Thank you, sir," Bonnie said and watched the other's eat without complaint until the cake was served.
Their conversation might not have sounded off to a normal spectator, but these were his siblings. They knew him. They knew him all too well. They knew what he wanted from Bonnie. What he really wanted. He knew that they thought he hadn't taken anything from her already. They had picked up on something. They thought him too reserved. If only they knew. If they could see what effect she had on him. His shame returned full force.
When Bonnie left Elijah wasn't too surprised when Klaus cornered him in his study and offered him another drink.
He sat across from Klaus in front of the fireplace that remained unlit. He sipped bourbon from a crystal tumbler as Klaus eyed him over his own glass, leaning back in his plush leather chair.
"Whatever you mean to say, brother," Elijah sighed after the silence stretched too long for his liking, "Say it."
Klaus only smiled. "She's more promising than Hayley, that's for sure," he said, "She seems to be fine with your ways at the least, dear brother."
Elijah's grip tightened on his glass. "I cannot not say I know what you mean," he said, "She looks to me for guidance sometimes. She has a troubled past. I'm helping her. That's all there is."
Klaus laughed and Elijah flinched. "You have to frame it like that don't you, as if you're helping her? Like she's so damaged that you have to be so controlling for her sake. Otherwise you're just a sick kinky bastard, like the rest of us. Our quirks may be different than yours but we have them. Whatever helps you sleep at night brother."
"If you're insinuating-" Elijah began.
Klaus shook his head. "Insinuating?" another laugh, "I don't have to. You give yourself away. She gets under your skin in a way the others didn't. Rebekah thought she might. She has that nature about her. Even Rebekah was able to sniff her out. And you…you're slipping, Elijah. Can't take your eyes off her for more than a few seconds at a time. Twisting that ring of yours around your finger. Touching her and brushing up against her at each chance you can get. Barking orders like a dictator while she preens."
Elijah downed the rest of his bourbon before he spoke. "I'd advise you to think carefully before you continue, Niklaus."
"Why?" Klaus asked, "It's not as if you're going to do something about it." He leaned forward in his chair. "She's beautiful. Damaged, yes, but loyal to a fault. She's practically begging for all that you deny yourself and look at you. Pathetic. Afraid. If you can't accept what you are, brother, and embrace what you want, what you really want, you'll lose her. You'll lose her to someone more willing. Perhaps even me."
There was a moment where everything went black and Elijah slammed the hand that was holding the glass onto the table in front of him. He felt the glass break, knew that he had been cut, but there was no pain there.
He was out of his seat a moment later and grabbing Klaus by the shirt, pulling him to his feet. "Don't test me, Niklaus," he spat, "Not with her. You won't like the outcome."
Klaus's blue eyes sparkled with amusement. "There he is," he smirked, "The beast finally coming out to play. How long will he stay?"
Elijah froze as he realized he had played into Klaus's hand. He'd loss control. Letting Klaus go, he backed away. This couldn't keep happening, he thought at as he left the study and slammed the door behind him.
:::
The next day at the office Bonnie had been distraught over Elijah's bandaged hand. He had dismissed her. His focus was on her hair. Since he had told her to wear it pulled back, she normally kept it in a bun or a ponytail. That day, instead it was half up and half down.
"I asked you to keep your hair pulled back," Elijah snapped upon seeing her.
Bonnie frowned. "It' out of my face," she said, "It's pulled back up top. It won't get in the eyes. Just like you said. I thought you would like it because you said you like my curls. I thought it'd be nice if it was loose in the back. I don't see what the big deal is. I like it."
Elijah glared. Technically she was right. She was still obeying him. It was out of the way. Out of her face. Wouldn't get in the way of her typing. Still, it felt like some quiet act of defiance. He wanted to address it but he let it go. He clenched his fist and walked into his office.
They followed their normal routine until lunch. Klaus stopped by for a visit. Brought food Elijah hadn't approved of and sat at Bonnie's desk to eat with her. Elijah knew it was deliberate. Bonnie, ever polite, ate with Klaus. She spoke only when spoken to, but she smiled at him in a way that made Elijah's insides coil. Again she wasn't being deliberately defiant, she was following orders. Being kind to his sibling. Not responding in kind to his flirting, but she wasn't being abrasive so that he would stop flirting either. Then again, Elijah hadn't told her to.
After lunch Klaus helped her clean. Elijah watched them from the doorway of the kitchen as Klaus put away the leftover food. He brushed against Bonnie as he walked past her to get to the refrigerator. Elijah clenched his hands as Klaus turned to Bonnie and reached out to touch one of the loose curls she normally kept pinned up.
"Thank you for keeping me company," Klaus smiled, "You really are a very lovely girl."
Bonnie took a step back and her tone was polite as she thanked him but her cheeks were also flushed. Elijah saw red.
"Shouldn't you be leaving, Klaus," he spat from the doorway, "This is a place of business. Bonnie and I have work to do."
Klaus turned to him looking smug. "Of course," he said, before turning back to Bonnie and smiling. "Until next time, Ms. Bennett. You should stop my studio one day. I have a few pieces I think you'd like."
Bonnie glanced at Elijah and smiled. "We'd be happy to, I'm sure," she said.
Elijah didn't return her smile in spite of her including him and Bonnie tensed. Her face seemed blank but her eyes were full of anticipation.
Elijah walked his brother out and then walked past the kitchen. "Ms. Bennett," he said as he passed, "My office. Now."
Bonnie followed behind him and he took a calming breath as he closed the door. He glanced at the calendar on his desk before he instructed, "Lock it."
Bonnie locked the door and waited as she stared at him. "Did I do something wrong, sir?"
Elijah walked over to lever on the wall and pulled it to water his orchids. "Did you like my brother fawning over you?"
"Sir?" Bonnie asked, frowning.
"Did you enjoy the attention?" Elijah asked, slamming his uninjured hand down on the top of the side table next to the couch. Bonnie jumped and then cowered slightly. "Answer the question."
"I…," Bonnie hesitated. "I don't know. I guess I was flattered, sir."
Elijah let out a breath and shut his eyes. When they opened again he felt like every nerve ending he had was on fire. "Assume the position," he said, barely able to keep his voice level.
Bonnie took the familiar position over his desk. His hand reared back and came down on her ass again and again. He was blind with it. He spanked her until she was a whimpering mess. Until she was trembling so hard, she had to grip the desk to hold herself up.
Elijah stopped himself when he felt himself tire. He moved away from her and sat down on the couch. Slumped over, face in his hands. This wasn't who he was. This was a separate thing.
Bonnie turned to him slowly. "Elijah?" she whispered.
She'd never called him by name. He felt his hands shake. "Come here," he whispered, "Crawl."
Bonnie crawled toward him and he opened his legs so that she could kneel between them.
"Do you think there's anyone else that can give you what I give you?" He asked. The monster was jealous. It was almost laughable.
"No, sir," Bonnie said, breathless.
Elijah understood Rebekah's words then. He felt something wild and unhinged unearthed with him as he grabbed Bonnie by the hair and tugged. Hard. He watched as she moaned, as she looked up at him in awe, her pupils blown out wide. "You're still my good girl?" he questioned.
As Bonnie nodded his grip on her hair tightened. "I'm your secretary."
Elijah felt dazed as he leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. He brushed their lips together softly. This was a line they hadn't crossed yet.
"Please," Bonnie begged.
"What are you doing to me, Ms. Bennett?" Elijah didn't expect an answer to the question. It wasn't addressed to her. Not really. It was addressed to whatever raw part of him inside, responded to her the way that he did.
Bonnie, ever compliant, answered him anyway. "Whatever you want me to, Mr. Mikaelson?"
Elijah kissed her then. He kissed her fiercely, biting at her lips and pulling at her hair. Bonnie clung to him, making soft pleading noises into his mouth.
It was in this way, he was lost.
End Notes: Alright there it is! Review, review, review! Some smut coming next time! Kind of messy stuff ahead. Kind of kinky stuff ahead. Thanks again for reading!