#bondeviled

It has been quite some time since that night. Almost three months to be precise. Bonnie’s dreams are plagued with the multitude of decisions, events and farewells. Fate gave her irrevocable evidence that free will is a privilege for everyone but her. Bonnie wasn’t given a choice. She was forced into a path selected by the psychopath Malakai. Because of him, the valiant witch watched her life being bound to Elena’s; she had no power to override his hex. And the mere attempt to seek for a loophole would result in her and Elena’s deaths. . When confronted with the dilemma of choosing Bonnie’s life or Elena’s, his beloved, Damon risked everything by rescuing the wounded witch while his sweetheart lied in a hospital bed, comfortably slumbering in peace. He once confessed Bonnie that watching Elena sleeping was like resting beside a sleeping angel. The witch who was intimate with the word sacrifice was saved at last. To Damon, he couldn’t conceive a world where Bonnie wasn’t part of anymore. He refused to admit out loud but his subconscious knew. But he was known for being an egotistical creature and the loss of Elena left deep scars. Unable to share a lifetime with human Elena, he was deprived of love. He refused to pursue any other women, only Elena mattered to him. . One month passed and his visits were still frequent and light-hearted. He definitely kept his promise to award the witch with further nicknames. She still remembered the kindness painted over ruthless features and the firm way he carried her away from that hellhole, bridal style. That was the moment her heart skipped a beat and knees weakened. She felt thankful for being in his arms and not standing, her unexpected slip would have been promptly noticed by the vampire. After two long months of Elena’s prolonged sleep, the older Salvatore only stopped by at his best friend’s house as an emergency knocked on their doors. His presence started to fade and his absence dominated her daily life. His snarky remarks and dark humor were replaced by a detached voice. . His growing resentment spread bitterness between the two best friends. Incapable of carrying the weight of undesired guilt, Bonnie left Mystic Falls. She opted to disappear without announcing her decision to any of her friends. It was best this way, Bonnie told herself. No goodbyes equaled to no tears. . Roughly one month later, Bonnie found herself welcoming the touch of a stranger she had encountered in a blaring bar in New York. Her expression unreadable. Her curvaceous body cladded in nothing but dark leather trembled as he ran his fingers over the exposed shoulder. Bonnie’s magical senses told her immediately this male creature was tainted with death. Not human, a vampire. . Instead of rejecting his advances, she decided to play a dangerous game. Her favorite game for the past month. A few drinks later, the vampire invited her to vacate the crowded bar with an arrogant smirk plastered to his face and a glint of mischief in those dark eyes. . “You wanna get out of here?” . Bonnie didn’t hesitate. She encouraged him by slipping a hand between their bodies and fondling his evident erection. Her smirk mirrored his. But his vanished with her bold stroking as his breath faltered. . “Yes.” Satisfied, Bonnie quickly rose to her height and headed toward the exit with hips swaying with confidence. She knew he would follow like a hungry beast. . Once outside, the vampire caught her waiting patiently with her upper body bent backwards over the hood of his luxurious Aston Martin. In less than a heartbeat, his athletic body caged hers before taking possession of her lips. Bonnie moaned into the ardent kiss. He was falling right into her trap. . She finally pushed him backwards. “Where are we going?” . “My place. It’s not far from here.” His quick movements indicated his blinding need to release. Silently, Bonnie walked around the car before occupying the passenger seat. . Feigning innocence, her hands roamed over naked legs, lifting the hem of her short skirt in their wake. She felt his gaze being drawn to her. Most men would have their free hand on her legs or in between them but not this one. It surprised her but she knew exactly what was coming. . After a few minutes of small hints and exchanged words, they were finally at his place. Before the time to exit the vehicle was given to her, Bonnie found herself inside an unfamiliar house. The front door closed with a loud thump as the vampire kicked it. “Would you like something to drink…” His hesitation made it clear to her that he was fishing for her name. . “Bonnie. And yes, please.” The name dripped easily from her lips. . “Alright.” He disappeared through a corridor to reappear a couple of minutes later with two glasses filled with tempting alcohol. The vampire handed her one of the glasses eagerly before throwing his head back and swallowing the glass’ contents. Bonnie sipped on her drink once, twice before reproducing his actions, emptying the glass. One glance at her later and he had her pinned against the wall with the tip of his nose caressing her collarbone and neck. He moaned against her skin as he inhaled her intoxicating scent. . “Hmmm.” . Bonnie filled her hands with his dark hair. The time had come. . Fisting the loose locks of short hair, she quickly tilted his head back before whispering words of enchantment to restrain his free will and urge him to do her bidding without complaint or refusal. His eyes turned glassy for a heartbeat before the previous hunger returned. “Good boy.” The proverbial chains were in her possession at last and the willing beast laid at her feet, waiting for further command. . Bonnie sashayed to the sofa, leaving him rooted to the floor before lying down comfortably over the cushioned furniture, reminding him of a goddess. “Undress yourself, pet.” With the will of her powerful mind and magic, she manifested a cane as he proceeded to strip himself of his clothing. “Slowly.” Bonnie made no move to remove any pieces of clothing. The darkness dwelling inside her fed her most sinful fantasies with lust burning within. . Thoroughly satisfied with the performance of the vampire, her regal gaze wandered from feet to head, realizing he still held some defiance inside him. His craving to be controlled was as powerful as his supernatural nature. The eternal predicament. Determined to discipline the vampire, she abandoned her makeshift throne before approaching and walking in circles around him. “There is no looking at me. Is that clear?” He nodded his head, completely bare to her eyes. They feasted on every inch of exposed flesh. . His lack of voiced response angered her. She struck his back with her cane. One, two, three, four, five. Five strikes later, she asked him again with authority in her tone. “Is that clear?” . He promptly nodded his head again. “Yes, mistress.” . “Good.” A little smirk played on her lips. Then, she went in pursuit of her desired items. She gagged and collared him, reducing him to nothing but a fuck toy. Exactly what she had been looking for. Her fingers coiled about the end of the short metallic leash before tugging it behind her, hauling her fuck toy. Bonnie enjoyed the view of her knee-high boots as she took a seat on the couch. Her legs separated immediately, gifting him with the sight of her exposed pussy. . “Fuck me with your tongue, pet. And keep those hands behind your back.” Bonnie’s fingers gripped his ink dark hair, guiding his mouth to where she burned with unspent desire. He was a skilled lover. First, the vampire delivered wet kisses to her thighs, enhancing her pleasure. Then, he gave good use to his tongue. She threw her head back with heavy breaths passing her lips. Her fingers coaxed him to continue his ministrations without pause and her hips lifted from the couch on their own volition with his thrusts. . Obscenities fell from those lips of hers. She cursed his existence. He was a skilled lover indeed. The hell fire inside scorched her, blinding her with unholy pleasure. When the vampire managed to push her over the edge, ribbons of white hot pleasure unfurled once she reached her orgasm. Obediently, he quietly cleaned every trace of her climax as she trembled her way back to realm of reality. . Then, Bonnie bound the vampire, she didn’t even care to learn his name, to a chair with ropes that had been drenched with vervain. This was a game of pain and pleasure. She got the pleasure, and he got the pain. With her boot, she began to stroke his stiff cock. He wasn’t deserving of the touch from her fingers. To intensify her wicked pleasure, Bonnie hindered his sight with a blindfold. She took great pleasure in dominating him. The poor bastard was a victim of his own body. Without his consent, he made successive attempts to find the leather of her boot for desired friction. She laughed as he thrust nothing but air. . “Tsk, tsk. You don’t get to control your orgasms anymore. You will beg me to let you come, is that clear?” When he whimpered, her lips curved instantaneously. . “Yes, mistress.” . Bonnie resumed her sweet, maddening torture by fondling his twitching rod of steel until the vampire’s breathing grew uneven and his hisses of painful pleasure fell from his mouth. She brought him to the edge multiple times, always removing her foot the second prior to his impending release. His frustration mounted to unbearable levels, the vampire was reduced to a writhing mess, praying for the release that never came. The second Bonnie’s boot restored contact with the spasming cock, he was immediately begging her for his orgasm as he staved off the threatening release. . “Mistress, do I have permission to come?” Her response didn’t come right away. She waited a few heartbeats while teasing him. . “Yes, you’re allowing to come.” Before finishing her words, Bonnie broke contact with his thrusting cock. She had only one goal in her mind – to ruin his orgasm. Hissing, the vampire waited without power, his release leaking. No pleasure was granted to him. . This time, Bonnie removed the blindfold to ensure he saw her smirk as she revealed a wooden stake. “You know…” She played with the pointy object, dragging it across his chest. “I was going to stake you but now, looking at you… I decided differently.” She straddled his lap, her heat tempting him immediately. Whispered words followed. “I’ll just kill you with my hands.” When the vampire realized the seriousness in her voice and eyes, he squirmed against the ropes as vervain sipped into his skin continuously. “There is no escaping, vampire.” Her confession came as a surprise to him. He had no clue Bonnie was a witch, a Bennett witch. She buried her nails into his flesh until small rivers of blood cascaded down his chest. The screams of agony came next. Bonnie used ancient magic to plunge her fist into the chest of the vampire, her fingers quickly curling around the thumping organ. “Thank you for the fuck.” . With supernatural strength allied to her magic, Bonnie pulled his heart from his chest, ending his existence at last. She eyed her work with morbid curiosity as blood oozed from the heart in her hand. “One less vampire to worry about.” She mumbled to herself before tossing the organ to the floor heedlessly and leaving the dead vampire bound to the chair. . After washing all that blood from her hands and arms, the empowered witch exited his house with the keys of his Aston Martin dangling from her fingers. As she hummed to herself happily, Bonnie got inside her brand new car and drove off with the first rays of sunlight tearing the dark skies apart.