Fifty Shades Of Dark - Damon Salvatore

by KHLYUSTOV, DMITRY

  "Miss Gilbert, as much as I would love for your company I don't think it's reasonable." He said calmly not blinking once.

  "Okay." Elena replied feeling defeated. All she wanted truly was his company. Was he beginning to lose interest in her? She hated this feeling that he didn't want her around, but then she had to remind herself that their relationship wasn't based on companionship. It was based on lust.

  "It's not that I don't want you there," Damon spoke up realizing her diminishing spirit. "Miss Gilbert, you are fully aware of what you do to me and I know that the only thing that will get done is you on my desk."

  Excitement rose up into her chest. Her eyes danced with sex at his statement. She suddenly became aroused and knew to suppress it, but it was impossible. "But we agreed Mr. Salvatore that furthering in those activities is prohibited at the moment."

  "That they are." He held his head high in his response. "And I plan to keep my word on that one."

  "I'm sure." Elena spoke slowly and decided to tease him a bit. Bending down, letting her pants tighten around her defining every part of her backside, she knew he was becoming aroused too. The loud hitch in his breath as he was probably staring at her made it clear it was hard for him to resist. "Something wrong?"

  "Do that one more time Miss Gilbert and you will see what sort of pain I can put you through." His voice was dark and filled with seduction, she wanted to jump over the counter and pounce on him this very moment.

  "I won't if you let me join you at your office." She batted her eyelashes at him and turned around to continue cleaning. "Who's in control now?"

  And just like that, she knew she had him stuck.

  Chapter 29: Red Seduction

  Quietly, she walked next to him up to a dimly lit lobby of Salvatore Corporations. The last time she had been here was in broad daylight and the place seemed much more welcoming then. Now, it was eerie and almost like walking into a haunted house, not knowing what was about to jump out at her. However, with Damon at her side she knew nothing would touch her not with him around.

  He kindly held the door open and they made their way toward the elevators. The place was silent. Not a single sound and no one to be seen. It seemed that everyone had called it a night and now it was just the two of them.

  "Do you often come alone back to your office?" She asked hearing the elevator ding and the doors slid open.

  "Occasionally." Damon answered pushing the button to the floor where his office was.

  Flashes of their first meeting crossed her mind and she felt shy. It was unexpected of her landing in his office that day. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine herself having such a hold over this man or any man for that matter. It was only later that he would soon be following after her to offer her a proposal that she was still debating.

  "Sometime I just come here to get away from it all, to clear my head." He pushed his hands back into his pockets.

  "Have you ever brought…you know?" Elena asked knowing she probably had no right in questioning his wild past.

  "No." He glanced her way. "I have never brought any of my, women, to put it nicely to the office. I don't tend to mix business with pleasure."

  "And what about now?" She lowered her voice as the adrenaline pumped through her.

  Damon bowed his head and slowly spun his body to face her. All of his facial muscles were constricted, yet it was his eyes that did not match. He was trying to compose himself as someone who was in control, but she knew to well the fire that danced behind his eyes.

  "Very tempting." He replied and then turned back to his original posture, facing the sliding metal doors of the elevator with his hands in his pockets.

  She felt the tension build between them, but she had a feeling his promise to refrain from any sexual activity until Thursday when they would discuss the contract again was in order. He had control of the situation, however Elena knew he was struggling. She laughed to herself knowing that on the outside he was a calm and collected young man and on the inside he was a horny teenage boy that wanted to go crazy.

  The floor number read five and as a few seconds passed it read six. They were almost to his floor when suddenly Damon hit the stop button. All mechanical noises faded and the elevator bounced for a moment as it stalled. She looked to him to wonder what was the purpose of his action and quickly she was met with a wild and crazed looking man.

  "Fuck waiting." He gritted through his teeth and pushed her against the wall. The erection inside his black pants pressed against her and she plunged her hands into his hair. With one hand he grasped her waist, while the other held her at her neck. His lips slid up and down leaving wet messy kisses and sending chills running down her spine.

  Are we really doing this here and now? Elena wildly thought. Sex in an elevator was so risqué, but no one was around. Who would catch them in the act? Who would suspect them? As her eyes flutter opened, she saw the tiny black tinted square that covered a camera for security purposes.

  "We're being taped." She huffed into his ear as he scooped up her leg and without hesitation she wrapped it around him.

  Parting from her for only a moment, he turned to look at the same small square that hid the camera recording the evidence of what they were doing and about to do. "Never made a sex tape before." He sighed and raised his eyebrow.

  "Who looks at that footage?" Elena asked feeling awkward and slightly aroused from his response. They sure could make one steamy sex tape, but she didn't like it falling into the wrong hands. No one could ever see this tape.

  "My security, but trust me they would never see it." Damon assured her. She wasn't convinced though. "Fine, I'll destroy the evidence later. Happy?"

  "You don't have to destroy it," she whispered letting a crimson red flush to her cheeks.

  "Miss Gilbert, I will do whatever you wish." He said stroking her arm. "But can we please discuss this matter later?"

  Shaking her head to continue on, Damon attacked her neck again. She threw it back as he nibbled on her sweet spot. The thought crossed her mind of him becoming hungry and she hoped it wouldn't interfere. Her blood could hold off till later. She had promised to slowly start feeding him small doses of her blood and tonight she wanted to replenish him, but at the moment she was replenishing him in another way. After constant teasing his mouth finally found hers and she quivered at the taste of him. Her hands trembled to undo the buttons on his shirt so she could feel his chest, but was disrupted as Damon gathered them and pinned them above her head.

  "I always wanted to do it in an elevator." He hissed. "Keep your hands there. This will be quick."

  Elena obeyed him as he ripped her jeans down her legs and made sure to discard of her underwear along with them. The coolness of the elevator wall touching the back of her legs made her shuffle as Damon rid himself of his pants leaving them both in only their shirts. Scooping her up, she curled her legs around his waist and she felt the tip of his erection enter. Her instant reaction was to scream with pleasure, which was what she did. Wanting to drop her arms, Damon grabbed them again and held them in place as he eased himself in and out of her steadily.

  "You're fucking perfect." Damon moaned.

  That fucking hair. That stupid fucking hair. Elena wanted to twist and tangle her fingers in it right now giving him more crazy sex hair than he already had, but he wouldn't let her. Why was he always restraining her from touching him? It had to be the control thing.

  His thrusts became faster and she squeezed herself around him. Eternal bliss was sweeping over him as he pounded into her. With no one to hear, but the lonely camera she screamed and moaned more than she usually did. His grunts and heavy breathing told her he was getting close and she too was reaching her end.

  "Fucking come for me Elena." He demanded from her. "I want you to fucking scream my name."

  Her walls were about to crumble down. With every thrust she grew closer to releasing and his name was on the tip of her tongue. The muscles in her legs were shaking and so was her cor
e of her. She was about to let go. "Damon!"

  Within seconds he too released loudly muffling his voice into her shoulder. She swore she heard her name being screamed from pleasure, but she wasn't sure. Either way it was hot. Sliding to the floor, they both tried to recover from their quickie in the elevator.

  "So much for holding off Mr. Salvatore." Elena teased.

  "You seduced me. It wasn't my fault." He spoke in a husky tone.

  "I did no such thing." She exclaimed.

  "Well, we have our little friend up there that might say otherwise," Damon said pointing to the camera. "Do you still want me to destroy it?"

  Elena gathered her pants and her underwear slightly blushing from what she was about to tell him. "Get rid of it, but I won't object if you want to keep it…as a keepsake."

  "Destroy it or keep it. You have to answer me, Miss Gilbert." He sternly stated.

  "Keep it." She tilted her head back and closed her eyes not believing what she was saying. Sex tapes always got put into the wrong hands, but she couldn't bare the idea of it being destroyed either. "For your eyes only Salvatore."

  "No need to relive it through a screen when I can just relive it in real time." Damon smirked and stood up putting his pants back on. She followed his lead and got dress. He pushed the stop button and it resumed their journey back to his office.

  The elevator reeked of sex as the doors slid open. Damon fixed his shirt and ran his hand through his hair. It was like he was preparing himself to seem presentable when there was no one to be met. His hair despite his attempt was everywhere. Elena giggled to herself at the sex hair look he was wearing.

  "Do I amuse you?" He asked opening the doors to his office.

  "You have some major sex hair right now." She told him trying to contain her laughter. It was a sight to see him a little rough around the edges for once. He was always so clean cut that she was thoroughly enjoying

  the spectacle of Damon being slightly out of place.

  "I'm not the only one." Damon quickly pointed out and sat down at his desk.

  An oval mirror on the south wall caught her reflection and Elena saw that she too had some tidying up to do. Smoothing out her hair and fixing her clothes, she took a seat opposite of him just like she had during the interview. It was like déjà vu only this time she wasn't an innocent, shy girl drooling over him. She was his and she was drowning in the presence of him. Her desire to be in close proximities wasn't sex driven, well maybe a little, but she just had a magnetic attraction to him. She loved staring at him knowing he had just as much interest in her as she did in him.

  "You're welcome to read from my collection," Damon said gesturing to a small bookshelf in the corner of his office. "However, you are not welcome to distract me. I mean it, Miss Gilbert. I was serious when I told you I had work that needed to be finished."

  "Don't worry. I can entertain myself, but it is you Mr. Salvatore that needs lecturing on being a distractions." Elena spoke in sophisticated tone and sat up right. He looked delicious sitting behind his desk eyeing her while he tapped his chin and leaned back in his chair.

  "Must you be so cruel? I am not the one doing the seducing." He shook his head with pleasure.

  "Oh, but you are." She stood up and walked slowly to the bookshelf. His full attention was on her. "And you don't have to give into temptation, you know? For someone who owns control sure has trouble with the temptation of seduction."

  He was across the room pinning her up against the bookshelf before she could get another word in. "You are the only thing that tempts me. Please don't think any form of seduction can get me to cave." Damon stared long and hard at her. She felt his breath graze her skin and she hoped for a round two, but as he pulled out a book from the shelf and held it out to her she knew there was no chance.

  "I think you'll enjoy this piece of literature." He smirked and stepped away leaving a gap between tem. Elena took it without a fight, but slightly pouting. Damon ran his fingers through his hair again and proceeded on to his desk.

  Finding herself cozy in a small black leather chair next to the bookshelf, Elena carelessly watched him from behind her book. She had no idea what was going on in the book he had given her. All she really could focus on was him. Carefully, she studied him. His brow would crease anytime he was concentrating hard on something. He never hunched himself over his work like most people. Instead, he was always calm and relaxed as he sat back in his chair and shuffled through piles of papers. Then there was the way he touched his lower lip as she could figure was a habit of his when it came to considering his options. His index finger tapped and caressed it over and over again, leaving her to want to kiss those soft lips. Even in his state of work he was undeniably breathtaking.

  "It's rude to stare." Damon raised his voice as he read over something in a manila folder.

  "I'm admiring." She responded feeling warmth on her cheeks. His eyes had never left his paperwork, so how did he know she was watching him?

  "I'm almost done. I'll take you home." He scribbled something down and stacked the folder along with a few dozen more.

  Elena snapped the book shut. "Okay."

  She wished to have some witty comment in return, but instead all she could mutter was an okay. The thought of parting from him always made her sad. She wanted to be with him more than she should. She wanted him to stay instead of drive off into the dark night. She wanted him to crawl into her bed and let her fall asleep next to him, but she knew better than to hope for it. Damon wasn't the cuddling type. He was the something much different than that.

  Trying to hide her disappoint, Damon stood up from his desk and went over to a small fridge. He bent down and hit a four-digit code that unlocked it. Why did a fridge need a lock? It was a bit strange, but as he opened it up she understood why this special fridge needed to be kept under lock and key. Damon pulled out a bag filled with a deep dark red substance. Her eyes shot open as he tore the tube from it and gathered a glass. As he turned around, she knew her new expression was in no way hidden from him this time.

  "I need to feed." He stated in a low tone.

  For a moment, she was stuck. Her body would not move. The sight of him pouring blood into a glass and about to consume it frightened her. However, she understood he needed it and it was better than him sucking someone dry for the night. She just wished he didn't have to feel the urge for it at all. In a sense, she wished he were human. Suddenly, she felt guilty for ever having such a thought.

  Damon continued to pour the chilled blood into the glass until every last drop was dispensed.

  "I can help with that." Elena spoke up and rose from her chair.

  His eyes followed her as he set the glass down. Elena moved slowly toward him with caution. He was no longer playful and sexy Damon, he was on verge of becoming psychotic, vampire Damon.

  "The amount of blood that I need right now, I can not take from you. It's too risky." He told her shaking his head.

  "Then drink that and taste a little of mine." Elena said and turned over her wrist. She rubbed her skin and where the clear indications of her veins were. The rapid breathing coming from Damon told her he was becoming unsteady. "You said you would with time. Well here is the time."

  "Elena, not now." Damon gritted through his teeth and quickly picked up the glass. The blood inside of it was gone in a flash. His vampire features didn't even make an appearance as he savored every last bit of it.

  "I don't understand how you can say no, but deep down I know you want it so bad." She whispered looking down at her wrist. "I trust you."

  He sighed heavily. "You shouldn't."

  "But I do." Elena challenged him holding out her wrist. "Please."

  Debating whether she was insane for making this decision or doing an act of kindness, Elena watched as Damon fought his own battles. It all came down to hurting her, something he did not want to do. She understood that it wasn't going to be pleasant, but wasn't it him that told her she would soon learned to enjoy the pain. Her fa
iled attempts with him were beginning to become bothersome.

  "Fine." Damon spat and grabbed her wrist. She shivered as he soothed her wrist with his hand and slowly raised it to his mouth. "This is going to be painful, but only for a second. I won't take much. I promise."

  "Do it." She whispered.

  Her wrist felt his warm breath met with two sharp points digging into her. The initial contact was excruciating. Elena clenched her jaw tight not letting out the scream she so desperately wanted to. Her arm shook as the fangs went in deeper and then the sucking motion began. A numbing sensation tingled up her arm and the pain eased. Her once balled up fist was now lifeless and she grew more relaxed. The hunger in Damon's eyes burned with pleasure as he drank her blood and she weakly smiled. Then as she finally began to accept this new sensation it was over. Damon pried himself off her and wiped his mouth. His eyes turned back to normal and his fangs retreated back up. Her wrist was left a bloody mess and she gazed at the sight of it.