Fifty Shades Of Dark - Damon Salvatore Page 14

  Gulping loudly, Damon grabbed her waist pulling her toward him. "You must tell me to stop if it gets too much for you."

  "I will." She nodded her head and longed for his lips upon hers.

  "Oh Miss Gilbert, what makes you so special?" He asked letting his hand roam around trying to feel her bare skin.

  "I don't know." Elena answered wondering if he wanted her to responded to what could be rhetorical question.

  Suddenly, Elena felt her feet leave the ground and the door slamming behind her. She was being thrown on the bed and she lay sprawled out on her stomach as she caught her breath. Behind her she could hear Damon breathing and leaning over her. "You must remain still. This is going to hurt. Remember Elena, tell me stop if you must."

  "Okay." She said and felt herself sliding down the bed and over the edge.

  Damon pushed her robe up revealing her naked bottom and he smoothed his hand over her skin. "So beautiful." He said in a hush tone and removed his hand to only return it with a swift slap causing her skin that stung. A small scream escaped her as the pain of him hitting her soared through her body.

  "No screaming." Damon demanded. "Elena, don't worry I will make sure that I will get all the pain out of the way before the pleasure begins."

  Her body trembled at the thought of his pleasuring her again and was interrupted with another firm smack to her butt. This time she contained herself and Damon made sure to reward her by rubbing where he had it softly. "You smell so good Elena. I wish I could just…"

  Just what? Bite her? Elena was sure that was where he was going with his thought, but she didn't say anything in return. Maybe he was embarrassed to say it out loud since she knew he wasn't going to do that even if he really wanted to. He had promised he wouldn't.

  The rubbing was helping and as Damon raised his hand one last time he hit her hard letting her body tense and a sudden arousal appeared from nowhere. Elena felt his hand rub once more and then it moved down her thigh.

  "I hope you learned your lesson Miss Gilbert. Was that too bad?" He asked pushing the robe up higher on her body and she felt him hovering over her.

  "Honestly, no." Elena replied. The stinging wasn't as bad as she thought and now that she was aroused and ready for him, she liked him toying with her like that. Who would have thought she would be into the kinky stuff?

  "Good cause now I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." Damon growled and ripped the robe off her body.

  Elena tried to roll over, but Damon pushed her back down on the bed and insisted she stay this way. The sound of his zipper met her ears and she knew what was about to come next. Parting her legs, Damon lifted her up and pushed inside of her with great force. Elena moaned deeply at the feeling of him inside of her.

  "Keep still Miss Gilbert." He demanded and slowly moved.

  He continued his slow, tantalizing motions and then wham! Damon railed her from behind hard and fast. Elena gripped the sheets as she felt her body overcome a pleasure she had never felt before. This was much more intense than the night before. It was, incredible.

  "Come for me Elena." Damon gritted as his hands dug into her as he pounded her over and over again.

  With his request, Elena felt her body tense and every ounce of her was caving in. She couldn't help but scream as she came around him and he followed her lead instantly. Elena shook as she eventually calmed down and Damon withdrew from her. Rolling over, she was met with a satisfied Damon, but as she examined him more closely she noticed his eyes were drying up and were beginning to match the color of the room.

  No! Elena knew what was happening. He was transforming. He was hungry and instead of fearing that he was going to bite her, she felt remorse because she knew she couldn't give him what he wanted the most, her blood.

  Chapter 24: Bloodlust

  The sound of the car speeding off from the curb chilled her heart. After two exhausting, yet exciting days Elena had returned to her home, where she knew she was about to be interrogated by the persistent Caroline Forbes. Her mind tossed and turned with the scene of events and ugly, but accepting truths she had learned about Mr. Salvatore. Any normal person would lock himself or herself away and never return, but for her all she wanted was another moment with that handsome, fucked up man.

  Eight in the morning was time she found herself sneaking into her home as she grasped the brass knob and turned it slowly. Hoping Caroline was still asleep or off doing something pertaining to her line of work, Elena still entered cautiously knowing she could be lurking around. What she wanted was time to think about what she had just learned and experienced. Having Caroline over analyze every thing was just not her cup of tea this morning. She wanted alone time. She needed it. How do you explain your weekend with a sexually driven, kinky vampire that has brother issues and wants you to sign a contract saying you'll obey his every request?

  "Elena?" The chipper voice of Caroline bounced off the walls from the kitchen.

  Shit. No use in trying to sneak upstairs now. She was busted.

  "You're home!" She beamed and dressed in her pajamas still.

  "No work?" Elena asked trying to steer the conversation away from her. How long could she hold her off?

  "I'm going in late." Caroline smiled. "No biggie."

  Returning only a small nod and quick flash of a smile, Elena prepared for her acting skills, which she lacked since she wanted to convince Caroline she needed to freshen up. Maybe if she took long enough she would be able to avoid her after all.

  Yeah right, avoiding Caroline is like trying to avoid the plague. Elena's snarky thought popped into her head. Silently she prayed to herself that the conversation could be avoided or pushed off to another time, but she knew better. Caroline's big round eyes and puckered pink lips only confirmed she wasn't backing out of this one.

  "Don't even think about going upstairs Gilbert!" She shouted and pointed at her fiercely. "Spill the beans about this weekend. Clearly this Mr. Salvatore did something right because I see that smile and may I say, sex glow."

  "What?" Elena shouted feeling a rush of warmth to her cheeks.

  "You had sex with him didn't you? I can tell. I didn't think Elena Gilbert would actually go through with it, but you did." Caroline rambled and quickly lowered her voice for her next remark. "How was it?"

  "Caroline, I am not discussing this with you." She shook her head.

  "Details woman!" Her voice cried and she plopped down on the couch with her hands holding her face like a child would eagerly a waiting a good story.

  Closing her tired eyes, Elena briefly summarized her rendezvous making sure to emphasis on only the details she could share. Her diversion from the vampire realm and the kinky erotic stuff that went on behind closed doors was necessary. For one, she was too embarrassed to admit to Caroline that Damon liked it rough and she allowed it. Most importantly, her lips were sealed when it came to his true form. A promise was a promise and she bound to keep this one no matter what. However, the disappointment smeared across her friend's face was apparent. She wanted more than she could actually share.

  "See the opportunity presented itself and now you can officially claim yourself as a woman again." Caroline sighed giving her a goofy smile.

  "I guess so," Elena replied and tugged on the sleeves of her shirt. "Look Caroline, I think I've done enough explaining here and you're going to be late for work. I'm going to head upstairs and get some rest before I pick up my shift later."

  "What time are you off tonight? I'm thinking maybe we should both do some boy hunting, if you catch my drift when you're off." She squinted her sinister eyes and wicked smile that only meant one thing with Caroline, danger.

  Puzzled by her offer, Elena pulled her hair back into a ponytail and responded, "You can do all the boy hunting you want. I'm kind of seeing Damon now."

  "Elena, he's a guy. A guy that probably goes through women like that." Her stern voice appeared and she snapped her fingers proving her point. "I just don't want to see you get hurt."

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sp; "I'll be fine." Elena lied. At the moment, she wasn't even sure if she was fine. Her world had been completely turned upside down within the past few days and now she was going down a dark road that would probably only lead to hurt. She didn't want to believe it, not with how well things did go when Damon was pleasant or seductive. There was just so much locked away inside that all of a sudden she felt frustrated and the urge to cry was boiling.

  "Oh, Elena."

  Jumping from her feet, Caroline dashed toward her and held her shoulders. "I know this may be fun and exciting being with a new guy, but trust me on this one. I've dated guys like him before. They all think they are suave and hot shots, but in reality they only bring heartbreak and a days worth of calories in a carton of Ben and Jerry's ice cream."

  Her last comment brought a spark of laughter to Elena's throat, but her mind soared back into the thoughts of how fucked up Damon and her relationship was. They barely knew one another and here he was requesting her to become, what? His play thing for a short time? His next victim when the time was right? He didn't do the relationship thing, so what was she doing with him after all? There were so many questions left unanswered and all she knew how to relieve this sudden stress was by crying.

  "Maybe I'm over thinking every thing." She said quietly and sniffling back the tears. "I think I'm just going to go lay down."

  "Alright, I'm here for you Elena." Caroline hugged her tight. She returned the gesture by lightly wrapping her arms around her frail frame. "I better get ready for work. Don't let that Damon Salvatore get to you too much. No one is forcing you to date or be in a relationship. You make those decisions."

  Oh if she only knew.

  Her body bounced as she jumped on to her neatly made bed and she stared up at the blank ceiling. Sticking out of the inside pocket of her jacket was the contract, the Salvatore Non-Disclosure Agreement to be exact. The printed words etched precisely on each page with paragraphs upon paragraphs of the can's and the cant's made her mind boggle.

  Reaching in and pulling the hefty wad of paper out, she held it up high so she could read over the contents once again. As her eyes swept across each sentence slowly and carefully, she paused for a moment to reflect. The only way she was going to assure herself she was fine with the terms of agreement or if she wasn't was if she actually took the time to really think.

  Sexual and non-sexual desires, diets pertaining to blood and food intake, sleeping arrangements within the quarters of the Salvatore households, compulsion upon necessary action, obligation to certain days within a particular time frame when to be in the presence of Mr. Salvatore, how to address Mr. Salvatore, etc. These were all upon many more long detailed requests that she had trouble coming to terms with. The sex was something she was all for considering her orientation, so to speak, into his erotic lifestyle. Her behind momentarily stung at the thought of him smacking her. The sleeping arrangements were odd, but she wondered if she could somehow work her away around that minor detail. She longed to be next to him while she slept. It was strange that he did not like that idea. There had to be reason behind that. Everything had a reason. Then there were her pre-scheduled dates in which she had to be with him at all times. The thought of it didn't sound too bad, but she didn't like not being able to venture off to work or see friends when she wanted. We will work on this one Mr. Salvatore.

  But what really made her squirm was the diet. She knew well enough how much Damon lusted for her blood. Her thoughts averted back to his blood shot eyes filled with hunger and his face contorting to his cravings after they both were spent from exploring each other once more.

  "Damon, don't do this again." She whispered trying to grab his face, but he jumped back huffing with great sighs.

  "Stay there. Don't move." He growled still wearing his mask.

  Helpless, Elena curled herself into a ball and watched as he fought his inner demon. His eyes never left hers as him being the predator could not stray away from his prey. He gritted his sharp teeth together and clenched his hands into fists. Remembering from earlier, she focused on her breathing to steady the flow of her blood. As she did this, she saw the transformation of monster to man. It was slow, but it had worked. Without saying anything, Damon pulled his pants on and scurried over to the liquor cabinet. The bottles clanked loudly and he withdrew an hourglass shaped bottle filled with something dark. He poured it into a glass and downed it in one big gulp. Wiping his mouth, he held onto the cabinet trying to steady himself.

  Blood. That was no liquor or bourbon he just took a swig of. It was blood. Whether it was human or not, Elena was slightly horrified. He had to resort to a different source than her blood to give him the satisfaction that he needed. The feeling of remorse betrayed her again and she tried to shake the feeling. He drinks blood Elena! He wants your blood! That is not right. Don't be stupid to think for one moment you should feel bad.

  However, no matter what her thoughts screamed at her, this was how she felt. In that moment, she suddenly felt as if maybe she could give him a small taste. She could present him with her wrist maybe. Just a little bite, a little sip of her blood to cure him for the time being, but that wouldn't be enough. He would want more and he would never stop wanting it. She didn't know how much she would be willing to continue to obey.

  Snapping back to reality, Elena tossed the contract to the end of her bed and sat up. The door downstairs slammed indicating Caroline had left for work. Her mind began to race again back to blood. She turned over her arms and examined the blue looking veins and unexpectedly she had a dark thought. Maybe if she could taste her own blood she could understand. She could know what it would taste like for him.

  Are you out of your freaking mind?

  Maybe she was out of her mind, but the thought had engulfed her and she wanted to know. Her eyes darted around her room. She needed something sharp enough to make a small puncture just big enough to release a tiny amount of blood. There was nothing in sight. The only other place she knew that would get the job done was the kitchen. Instantly she was on her feet hurdling down the stairs. Once in the kitchen she opened the knife drawer and took out the sharpest blade.

  The thought of slicing into her skin made her queasy, but she knew if she were ever going to accept the idea of him doing it, she would have to go through with this first. She pointed the tip of blade to her index finger and let the coolness of it tingle her skin. Closing her eyes, Elena counted down.

  One…two…thr…

  "Elena, what are you doing?"

  Chapter 25: Taste of Young Blood…

  The clanking of the silver metal knife falling to the floor of the kitchen echoed. Elena hissed with pain as the blade cleanly cut a small slice of her finger oozing out the dark blood she curiously wished to taste. Painful and stinging she squeezed and held her index finger forcing the blood to ooze faster even though now she wanted nothing more for it to stop.

  His startling voice and shocking entrance had sent her to actually go through with her ridiculous wonder. She had not heard him enter, nor had she even expected him to be here. Panting with discomfort, Elena reached for a dishtowel close by.

  "What the hell?" She said breathlessly still trying to control her wound.

  Damon's eyes were as big as the moon and his mouth was in a fine line. "Fuck." He spat and picked up the knife and tossed it into the sink. The running water quickly washed away the evidence of her blood off the blade and he shut the faucet off with a great force. Elena jumped from the loud bang and his apparent anger.

  "What are you doing?" He repeated his previous question.

  "I…" Her voice stammered and she quickly discovered how stupid her idea truly was. She was mortified at her thought.

  How could she think cutting herself even if it meant a short slice to the finger was going to solve anything? Tasting her blood was preposterous, but her eyes danced back to a fuming Damon who was fighting his hunger and his frustration with her at the moment. He wanted her blood and he wanted it bad.

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p; "What are you even doing here?" Elena asked him wildly. "You just showed up unannounced."

  "And I'm glad I did," Damon huffed. "Are you purposely trying to hurt yourself?"

  "No." Her response was instant and then she lowered her voice knowing it wasn't necessarily truthful. "I mean, not really. I just wanted to…"

  "Wanted to hurt yourself? You thought that was a good idea?" His tone was harsh. "God, Elena. You're so lucky I came over when I did otherwise you could have seriously hurt yourself or…worse."

  "I just," She attempted to explain herself, but Damon cut her off once again.

  "You just didn't think! What if I hadn't shown up? You could have really hurt yourself! You could have done more damage than you already did." His voice flared with disgust and anger. "What if Caroline had caught you? Did you ever think about that one? I just…God damn it!"