This is an erotic story that contains graphic sex scenes and some violence. It's a show fan-fic and it's not exactly a Donnie ff. This story happens right after the episode "162 candles" when Bonnie still didn't know Damon was a vampire. Not suitable for readers under seventeen years.
“Bonnie, I need your help!” Caroline said.
“Why?” said Bonnie.
“I want to get my own beck on Damon. How could he say I was stupid, shallow and useless?” said Caroline.
“He said that at the party yesterday?” said Bonnie.
“Yes, he did.” said Caroline with sadness in her eyes. “Come on, Bonnie! You’re my best friend…”
Bonnie didn’t have a good feeling about the revenge, but she had seen Caroline drunk at the party. She put the pieces of the puzzle together. “Okay, I’ll help you.”
During the day, Caroline stole four pairs of handcuffs from her mother.
After the twilight, she met Bonnie next to the boarding house.
“Do you really believe that having sex with a guy is revenge?” Bonnie asked.
“We are not going to have sex with him. We are just going to arouse him and leave him unsatisfied tied to the bed.” said Caroline.
“Are you sure he’s going to stay tied to the bed?”
“Of course he is!” said Caroline shaking her blond hair, “I’ve got four pairs of handcuffs!”
Bonnie was afraid, but she’d promised she’d help. She wouldn’t give up now.
The girls went into the boarding house. There was no noise.
“Where is Damon’s bedroom?” Bonnie whispered.
“I don’t know…” Caroline whispered.
“Why are you looking for my bedroom?” said Damon from behind them. The girls startled.
“We… we wanted to make you a surprise…” said Caroline trembling.
Bonnie didn’t say anything.
“You look scared.” said Damon lifting Bonnie’s chin.
“It’s just that I got a fright when you talked…” said Bonnie.
“Hum…” said Damon completely skeptical. “Okay. Let’s go to my room. I want to see that surprise.”
Once the girls were inside Damon’s room, they took off her coats.
Caroline was wearing a black miniskirt and black stiletto boots. Her see-through top was bright red and her bra, which Damon had already noted, was red as well.
Bonnie was wearing a sleeveless green dress and black high-heeled sandals. Damon realized she was shy and awkward, but her legs were really beautiful.
“We are here to take care of you.” said Caroline looking at Bonnie and reminding with her eyes she should say her lines now.
Damon noticed that and smiled.
“This will be a night you will never forget.” said Bonnie trying to sound sexy and confident but failing.
Both the girls approached Damon, rubbing her bodies against his. Damon found it was fun. He wanted to see what these girls were planning.
He slid his left hand under Bonnie’s green dress feeling her bare skin. She gasped uncomfortably, but couldn’t complain.
He slid his right hand under Caroline’s red top and opened her bra so fast she suddenly felt his hand over her breasts.
He took off Bonnie’s panties, pulling them between her legs until the floor. Bonnie had no choice but to rise her feet, so he could remove them completely. Then he put his left hand between her legs and touched her clitoris. Suddenly he felt the hot moisture on his fingers. She couldn’t suppress a moan and grabbed his shoulder. So she’s enjoying, he thought.
Caroline unbuttoned and took off his shirt. Then she unbuttoned his pants. She had to tie him before he could molest them much. “Why don’t you lie on the bed and let us both take care of the rest?” Caroline asked.
“Okay…” said Damon sitting down and helping Caroline to undress him.
“Have you ever been tied to a bed?” Bonnie asked.
“No…” Damon answered amused.
“So we are going to tie you to the bed and we are going to do whatever we want with you…” said Caroline.
Damon smirked. “It sounds good, I guess…”
When Damon was completely naked, Caroline handcuffed each one of his hands and feet to the bars of the bed.
Damon kept on staring the girls while they were undressing themselves in front of him. He was really amused. He couldn’t figure out what they had in mind, but he was having fun playing the game.
Caroline and Bonnie were completely naked. They started to intensely arouse him. While Bonnie was kissing his neck, Caroline was planting tiny kisses all over his chest.
Damon was sighting and trying to keep himself from grabbing the girls and biting her necks. If they only knew how easily breakable those handcuffs were…
But of course he would avoid doing that. He could erase Caroline’s memories but not Bonnie’s and it would be a trouble.
The girls were rubbing themselves over him and he knew he was really tired of foreplay. He was expecting one of them to mount up, but they just kept on kissing and biting and licking…
“I think I’ve had enough of foreplay…” said Damon.
“We are the ones who decide what’s enough.” said Caroline.
The anger was already growing inside of him. “You both are going to be punished for that!” Damon hissed.
“Maybe we should stop, Caroline.” said Bonnie, “He’s angry…”
“I think you’re right. Let’s stop.” Caroline said and moved away from Damon.
The girls dressed themselves again in front of him.
“Won’t you untie me?” Damon asked.
“No.” said Caroline.
“Come back here and finish what you started right now.” Damon almost whispered.
Bonnie was really afraid. Damon was getting more and more angry. What would he be capable to do if he could free himself from de handcuffs? I had better not to think about, she thought.
“Caroline, let’s just leave…” said Bonnie, “ignore him…”
“No, I want to say something to him!” said Caroline. Then she looked into Damon’s eyes and added. “You seriously hurt me, you psychopath.”
Suddenly Damon simply broke the handcuffs and stood up. Bonnie grabbed Caroline’s arm and tried to run, but he was already in front of them blocking the door.
“So… You could have freed yourself all that time…” said Bonnie.
“But where would be the fun on that?” said Damon.
“Damon, just let us leave, okay? We promise we won’t tell anybody about it…” said Caroline.
“But I am not satisfied.” Damon said coldly. “It’s my turn.”
“What do I do with the two of you now?” Damon said almost to himself.
Caroline was trembling. “We just want to go home, Damon. Please…”
Bonnie swallowed. “Damon, you cannot keep us here against our will!”
“Yes, I can. And I will keep you both here until I have done everything I want to do.” Damon said approaching Bonnie’s face.
All of a sudden, he grabbed Caroline and kissed her. “Go home and forget we had this conversation.”
Bonnie watched astonished as Caroline simply turned to the door and left.
“Caroline! You can’t just leave me here!” Bonnie screamed, but Caroline kept moving. Damon held her tight while she struggled to run away. “Caroline, please! Come back with help! Don’t leave me here!”
“It’s useless.” Damon whispered in her ear while they heard Caroline closing the front door. “She won’t listen to you. She’s going to come back home and forget about it.”
“How did you do that?” Bonnie asked.
“I don’t know… Won’t you tell me? You are the witch…” said Damon.
“What do you want from me, Damon?”
“I want you to finish what you started. You roused me.”
“And so did Caroline…”
“Yeah, but she had a reason to avenge me. You didn’t, yet you came here just to be loyal to your friend,” Damon opened the back of Bonnie’s dress, “Besides, I’ve never tasted you. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to try…”
Bonnie tried to move away but it was impossible. He was too strong and his hands were all over her body.
“No… Please, Damon…”
“Ah, who do you think you are fooling? Come on, little witch. I know you were enjoying.”
“No, I wasn’t…”
Damon pulled the handles of the dress, letting it slid to the floor. Bonnie was almost naked, except for the lingerie.
“Yes you were.” Damon whispered in her ear unbuttoning her bra, “I felt the moisture between your legs,” Damon slid his fingers between her legs again, feeling how wet her panties were, “and you are still wet, what tells me you’re still enjoying…”
“No, I’m not…” Bonnie whispered half moaning and sinking her nails into his skin.
Damon smirked and took off her panties. He held both her wrists over her head against the wall and slid his other hand between her legs.
“No one needs to know about it, little witch. It’s going to be a secret. Our secret.”
Then he kissed her mouth. She tried to struggle but it was useless. She couldn’t move her arms and he was pressing his body against hers, putting himself between her legs.
She tried to think about some spell, but suddenly the pleasure spread through her whole body and she realized she didn’t want to be free. She wanted to yield to this sensation. And so she did.
Damon could feel her surrender and pulled her closer. He laid her on the bed and started to plant tiny kisses all over her lap until her breast. But he had had enough of foreplay a long time ago and all he wanted was to pound inside her.
“Damon…” she whispered and suddenly he was inside her.
“Are you liking?” Damon asked.
* * *
They were both sweaty and tired. The sheets were soaked and Bonnie couldn’t even think about walking, for her whole body was hurting.
When she tried to get up, Damon grabbed her again holding her breasts.
“Remember, if you cooperate, I won’t tell anybody.”
“What do you mean? This is blackmail!” said Bonnie.
“No, this is a deal. I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow.”
Bonnie was lying next to Damon. His arm over her waist contrasted, milk on brown sugar. Beads of sweat dotted the skin of the lovers.
Bonnie made a move to get up, but Damon held her firmly, planting a kiss on her neck.
It was always like that. Since Damon turned her into a hostage a month ago, in a game of blackmail, she lost the right to dodge. She was not only forced to have sex with him, as he had to fulfill his every whim.
Right now he wanted to hug her in bed. And he wouldn’t allow her to get dressed, for he wanted to feel her bare skin without obstacles.
"I want to leave, Damon.”
"Hmm... I know what you want," he replied, with a sleepy voice, "and is precisely why I will not allow. It’s better when I can show who’s the boss."
"Damon, why do you do this to me?"
"Because I want. Because I can. But mostly, because you deserve it."
Bonnie sighed annoyed. The only concession was that they only met when Stefan was not home. For obvious reasons, if Stefan found out, he couldn’t blackmail her more.
So, Bonnie became increasingly captive, as if trapped in a spider web. She even considered the possibility of telling everything at once, but how could she explain the beginning of this mess? Caroline could not remember anything. It would sound like if she had gone after him in the beginning.
* * *
Later, in the founders’ party, Bonnie looked beautiful. Her black dress was leaving the neck exposed, and Damon could not think of anything but throwing her on the first available couch, tearing her clothes and having her.
Not necessarily in that order.
"Climb the stairs and get inside the bathroom down the hall. I'll be there in a minute." Damon whispered in Bonnie’s ear.
"Ah, Damon ... now? Can’t you leave me alone a little, at least until the end of the party?" said Bonnie.
"I can. And then I'm going straight to Elena to tell her everything that has happened between us this past month. What will it be?" said Damon.
"I'll be in the bathroom." said Bonnie resigned.
Bonnie waited for him against the wall opposite the mirror above the sink. It seemed like a nightmare. Damon was never satisfied, never tired like a normal guy. She had had enough.
When Damon arrived, she had her arms crossed in front of her body and the expression was not friendly.
Damon locked the door.
"Little witch" he said. Then even against her will, she was in his arms. He kissed her deeply. Bonnie quickly became wet, and hated herself for it.
He took her on his lap, pulled the pantyhose and panties, and sat her on the sink with her legs open for him. She thought he was going straight to the point, but he enjoyed flirting with danger.
He took one of her feet and kissed. He kept on kissing the leg, the inner part, which is so soft, in a startling sequence of strokes.
Bonnie grabbed the stone over the sink, as if it could help her endure so much pleasure, she moaned quietly, afraid someone would listen.
Nonsense, thought Damon. The sound of the party was too high for any human to listen. But she did not know it.
Then he knelt down, so his face was at the height of the sink, and his lips could get where it was hot and humid. He felt by the movements that she was trying to close her legs, so he grabbed her thighs, this way they would be completely open to him.
"Good girl, Bonnie. Be nice." Damon whispered.
Then he stood up and stuck his hand inside the dress, feeling her nipples stiffening. He pulled the soft tissue of the dress to the sides, so he could see her breasts.
She tried to cover them again, but he grabbed her wrists in one hand and pulled the fabric again. "No, Bonnie... I want to see."
Then he knelt down again. He planted some kisses on the inner thigh, as if playing with her desire.
She had had enough. She just wanted it to end soon, and being exposed the less possible. Why was he insisting on seeing her body?
He touched the clitoris with his lips, feeling the salty taste, the moisture wetting the tip of his nose, her knees on his shoulders, the soft skin of her butt in his hand.
She grabbed his head, plunged her hand into his hair, moaning softly, an intense need to open her legs the she could... Until her orgasm finally came.
It certainly was not finished. She could see the erection under his black pants.
"Now it’s my turn..." he whispered, laughing while kissing between her ear her neck. "Bonnie..."
He placed himself between her legs. She tried to push him, but he held her wrists behind her waist and kept on kissing her lap.
* * *
Bonnie got dressed again. She wore her high heels and returned to the party. It was difficult to walk.
"Bonnie, there’s a stain on your skirt." Caroline said.
"Yeah..." said Elena, "Come to the bathroom so we can clean..."
"You don’t have to..." Bonnie said, "I'm leaving."
"I can take you home." Damon said, "I'm leaving too."
"You don’t need to. Really..." said Bonnie.
"I insist." Damon said.
I can’t believe, Bonnie thought. Again?
"Why have you volunteered to take me home?" asked Bonnie.
"Because when we get there, I'll fuck you senseless." Damon said.
Bonnie sighed nervously and looked out the car window. The night was beautiful, but she felt like a bird in a cage.
"But you already fucked me!" she replied indignantly, still avoiding looking at Damon.
"And now I'll fuck you again." he replied cynically.
"You are so not getting into my house..."
"We're not going to your house."
* * *
At Salvatore’s house, one more time Bonnie saw herself facing Damon’s immoral blackmails.
"I want to see you naked." Damon said.
"I do not want to be naked, Damon." said Bonnie exhausted.
"I did not ask if you want to." Damon said while holding her shoulders and smelling her hair. "I said I want to see you naked," then he kissed the back of Bonnie’s neck, distributed several kisses over her shoulders as he pulled the zipper of her dress.
Bonnie tried to suppress a moan. "Oh, Damon..."
"Do not resist..." he replied.
* * *
Bonnie was completely naked on the table. At the dining room, how appropriate.
Damon had already watched her body for about ten minutes. She was getting impatient with the tension generated by the almost touch, and she could not help the desire burning between her thighs.
"Just do what you have to do Damon..." Bonnie said.
"What I gotta do, I'm already doing. Now I want to look and I'll keep on looking until I decide to do something else." Damon said.
He watched her for a few more minutes, just to show who was boss. Then he opened her legs, like a gynecologist. She tried to fight, but he was stronger, and as always, got what he wanted.
He was scanning every detail of her sex: the dark pubic hair, the color of the lips, the slight moisture that flowed.
Then, with a poetic subtlety, he played and felt the hair texture.
"I want to see you naked. The hairs are in the way." Damon said.
"Your Problem." Bonnie said.
"I have to shave you." Damon continued, as if Bonnie had not said anything.
"No, I do not want..."
Damon then took a female hair removal machine, shaving cream and a bowl with hot water.
"I do not want that Damon..." Bonnie whispered, but her protests were futile.
He meticulously shaved. The pleasure was slowly taking over her body, although he never directly excited her.
* * *
Completely shaved, Bonnie was now exposed. Damon gave a bad boy smile, while approaching her knees of her breasts, so he could see every detail hidden before.
Bonnie was beside herself with shame. She felt her face burning, because he was analyzing her with scientific precision, and would certainly see all her faults.
Damon loved to see her embarrassed. A girl having her secrets unveiled for the first time, that’s what she was for him.
"I'd like to spend the whole night in this latent desire, but my plans have changed." Damon said.
Then he kissed the inside of her thighs. He distributed several kisses there, but the excitement suddenly appeared on his face, and his fangs decided to pop out.
Bonnie saw that and got scared.
"Your face..." she said.
He turned his head. "There's something in my eye, that's all..."
She got up and tried to see, but he kept his face hidden until the signs of vampire had disappeared.
He turned again displaying its classic petulant expression.
Bonnie could not understand. She was running her fingers through his face with puzzled expression.
"No big deal, little witch. Let's go back to what we were doing."
He lay Bonnie again, and kissed her mouth deeply.