Fifty Shades Of Dark - Damon Salvatore

by KHLYUSTOV, DMITRY

  "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand." She murmured and slid her back up against the cool leather and faced him.

  His arm was resting on top only inches, maybe centimeters away from her shoulder. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the leather causing her to grow anxious. "You know what I am and unlike the women I typically have relationships with I compel them to forget or to keep secret for time being. However, I've agreed to not to do that with you for whatever reason I can't define yet. I want to make sure that you will not tell a soul about what I am to anyone under any condition."

  "I thought I told you I wouldn't say anything." Elena said shaking her head.

  "I know." He replied tilting his head down a bit and giving her a good glimpse of his sky blue eyes. "And I believe you. There is more."

  Reaching behind him, Damon withdrew a rather thick document and handed it to her. Elena took it and forced the wrinkles on her forehead to appear. On the front of the document it read, THE SALVATORE NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT.

  "What is this?" She asked flipping the pages open only slightly and then stared at him.

  Damon stopped tapping his fingers and touched her hair. She shivered at his graze, but it wasn't a shiver of fright, a shiver of desire. His touch had some wild affect on her.

  "Elena, I have all my, women, sign this." He spoke softly and stroked her hair. "Inside explains what I expect out of this relationship. What I will want from you, what I will want you to do, and then some."

  "I don't understand. Why would you have them sign if they are only going to forget about you and everything that you are?" Her question was plausible one.

  "They don't forget completely. I'm sorry if I wasn't entirely honest with you earlier." Damon let his smile fall into a hard line upon his face. "You see I am trying to figure this out, you out as we go along. I didn't want to disclose everything right away."

  "Okay?" She didn't sound convinced. Damon took his other hand and grabbed hers. His touch again ignited some force inside of her. Forget the document, forget all her undying questions she wanted him, but he only gave her a look that told her to wait.

  "They don't forget everything because I don't want them to. I don't want to take a part of their life away from them completely." He explained. Elena bit her lower lip listening and wondering what they did remember exactly. Instantly, Damon responded to her unsaid thought.

  And he doesn't read minds, bullshit. Even though he couldn't, he had an uncanny way of reading her thoughts at times.

  "They remember being with me and the things we've done, anything that meets the realm of humanity. Everything else such as the feeding and me being a vampire is erased. I can't have them wandering the streets with that." Damon laughs to himself finding amusement in his explanation of his lifestyle. "But they also remember that they can't speak of what we had or…"

  "Or…" Elena repeated and held on wanting to know what would happen if somehow these "victims" broke out of their trance and spread the ugly truth.

  "Let's just say life is short, for them then." He says so smoothly not flinching at his confession.

  Alarmed, Elena gulped and tightens her grip around the document. "You mean you kill them?" She raises her eyes to meet him and his mouth is still pressed into a hard line and he is stroking her hair and hand.

  "Yes." He answers. "But I don't wish that upon you. I don't want that. I couldn't imagine doing that to you."

  "How am I different?"

  The seductive smile and playful eyes reappear. "So many questions, Miss Gilbert. I don't know if I'll ever be able to answer every single one that pops into that pretty little head of yours. But, I don't know why you are. You just are."

  "Okay." Elena whispers and bows her head.

  "Hey," Damon takes his hand that was in her hair and raised her chin. "Please, I don't mean to scare you with all this. I really am fond of you Elena. I want this to work. I want you to want this to work and, I understand if you don't."

  "Are you going to compel me if I decide I don't want this? To forget?" She asked feeling fright and she was slightly shaking.

  "Yes."

  Staggered breaths escaped her and she released her hand from his. She looked back down at the document. This man, Damon Salvatore was really something else. On the surface he was this beautiful and rich man that could sweep you off your feet, but underneath all of that he was truly fucked up, so many shades of fucked up.

  "Please read over the document. I can answer any question you have about it." He was no longer playful, but serious. "Please Elena. I'll leave you to look it over. I have to attend to some business. I'll be in my office."

  He placed a kiss upon her forehead leaving her in a hot mess of confusion.

  Chapter 19: Lust

  So much for a fun weekend, Elena thought as she sunk into the rusty brown leather couch and flipped open the document. She felt ridiculous as she began to read through it. Why was she even considering these foolish games? If she wanted a relationship she could find one without a doubt and normal one too. However, there was one thing that kept her from running. Damon.

  He solely should be the reason why she should run, but it wasn't. Looking beyond what he was and his odd requests, she was really fond of him too. This is so messed up. She rolled her eyes and continued her quest into the Salvatore Non-Disclosure Agreement.

  Hours must have passed as she realized the sunlight that barely crept through the curtains was no longer there. Flicking on the lamp next to the couch it brought a whole new view of the room. It was even darker in theory then it was before. Was the whole house like this? She was in the mood for exploring, but she knew she had to think over this silly document.

  Damon's requests went along the lines of…

  Remain solely loyal to Mr. Salvatore and no one else

  Meet the sexual and non-sexual needs of Mr. Salvatore whenever and wherever

  Let the possibility of compulsion happen when necessary

  To not oblige to any requests made by Mr. Salvatore

  To provide the diet for Mr. Salvatore (this must have meant her blood)

  And the list went on. Elena was growing tired, but a few things were bothering her with his document. If he said he wasn't going to compel her, she would have to ask him to take it out of the agreement. Was that even possible? She wasn't sure if the agreement was negotiable.

  Also, the whole feeding on her blood made her queasy. Damon didn't want to hurt her. He had made that clear so would that be thrown out too? Or would he have to find another way? Elena wanted to give him full pleasure of what he wanted the most, but she was not ready for that. She wasn't really sure if she would ever be ready completely. Her heart pounded thinking about it.

  Pushing her face into her hands, she let out a sigh and shook her head. She squeezed her eyes shut and the idea of letting out a much-needed scream was desired, but not reasonable. No need to draw attention to herself and have Damon come flying down the corridor to find her in a state of frustration. Instead, she wanted to go find him.

  Rising from the couch, Elena held the document still in her hand and headed back to the foyer, the only place of the Salvatore house she was familiar with thus far.

  Sign the document and become Damon's slave or tear it up and run for the hills, the thought graced her as she peered down to different paths. One hallway that was next to the wooden staircase seemed to look like it led to the kitchen. The other hallway that stood in front of her was even darker and gloomy and she figured she start her exploration to find him down there.

  Barely making out the shapes on the walls, she squinted to see timeless works of art glory the walls. Makeshift tables were scattered throughout the hall and she found a tiny lamp upon one of them. She switched it on bringing life and sight to the hallway.

  A small murmuring voice met her ears faintly and she continued to press on down the hall. Light came from under a door that was cracked open to her right and Elena heard the hushed voice, now familiar coming from inside of it
. She peeked her head in to see a large desk like the one in Damon's office back at the corporation building and his back to her. Three lamps illuminated the room making it less dreary than the rest of the house. As Elena stepped into the room, Damon was on the phone discussing something that she didn't quite make out. Spinning around to look over his shoulder, he saw her and gave her a quick smile. Slightly embarrassed she stood still waiting for him and still with the document in her hand.

  "Alright, send me the files tomorrow morning. I'll look them over and give you call." He spoke in a low tone. "Good day."

  "Hi," she said sheepishly.

  "You're done?" Damon asked looking down at the document a bit surprised to see her in his office.

  "Well," Elena began and curled the document in her hand. Something was in the air. Something was drawing her close to him and fast. She was short of breath.

  Damon rose from behind his desk and walked over to her. Intensity buried in his blue eyes lurked upon her slender body and she felt herself melting at his stare. She was at a lost of words. She didn't even know what she wanted to say. All she knew she wanted right now was him and by his smirk rising to the occasion she knew he wanted her too.

  "The things I want to do to you, Elena." He cooed in her ear as he brushed his hand through her hair.

  "Then do them." She encouraged his dark thoughts.

  Damon smirked bigger. "The document Miss Gilbert. Have you signed?"

  "Fuck the document. Just kiss me." Elena threw the packet to the side sending the pages sprawling across the floor.

  With one hand behind her head and the other snaking around her waist, Damon pulled her kissing her long and hard. Elena let her hands rest upon his smooth cotton shirt and he opened his mouth. For the first time, she felt his snake like tongue part her lips and she let him in. Soft lips quickening upon hers, she was losing herself in him. The hand that rested on her back was exploring as he let his fingers slip under her shirt. She shivered at his touch.

  Suddenly, she felt herself being whipped around and in lightning speed she was sitting upon his desk sending whatever was occupying it beforehand flying off. Her legs naturally wrapped around him and he ripped her shirt off her torso. Elena's fingers stumbled at the hem of shirt as she tried to yank it off his body.

  "Patience." He whispered to her. "Miss Gilbert."

  "Shut up." She hissed back at him and pulled his shirt off letting herself drown in the glory of his half naked body. Giving themselves both a minute to breathe, she ran her fingers from his collarbone down his chest to his hard abs and to finally linger on his waistband of his pants.

  "Not yet, Miss Gilbert." Damon smirked and took her hands and pushed her down the desk removing everything else that was on top it. Crashing of writing utensils and electronics hitting the floor was turning her on more. This was so exhilarating. She had never had anyone want her like this. She had never had anyone pinning her down to the desk while making out erotically. She had never felt the urge to have sex with someone like this until now. Unlike her first time, she was ready.

  Damon took her hands and put them above her head and held them there. He crawled on top of her and bent his head down to her stomach letting his mouth run up her and between her breasts. He let his mouth linger around her neck and Elena held her breath.

  Oh please, not again. I don't want to stop! She knew he was going to. He wanted to bite her. She was waiting for her disappointment, but it never came.

  "Don't worry. I took care of my feeding earlier." He told her in a low tone and she felt relieved, but worried still. If he took care of it, did it mean some poor soul out there was a victim of him? She didn't want to dwell on it at the moment.

  Still holding her down by the wrists, he released one of his hands and smoothed it over her body. His fingers traced the outline of her jeans and fumbled with the button. Once free of restriction, he tugged them off her body leaving her only in her underwear. She felt vulnerable and shy as he gazed at her. Her legs pushed together and she urgently wanted to cover herself back up.

  The twisted cool smile that belonged to him beamed and he said, "Don't be ashamed Miss Gilbert. You truly are beautiful."

  Blood rushed to her cheeks giving them a scarlet appearance and a warm sensation. His blue eyes piercing every inch of her body and she knew if she really did want him as much as she did, she would have to fight the embarrassment of being nearly naked before him.

  Damon removed his hand from her wrist and demanded she keep them there as he removed his pants and his undergarments leaving nothing to imagination. Elena panted at the sight of him and he quickly pulled her underwear off. He slid her body down the desk and she felt herself parting for him.

  "Wait, do you have?" She lifted her head right before the ceremonial act was about to begin.

  His chilling smile and soft chuckle that came from his throat, he leaned down to her and kissed her. "Trust me, you'll be okay." He rose up and grabbed her waist. Elena's nerves about no protection rotted in her. Judging by his statement, she knew he was unable to cause any havoc on her body in any way she did not wish. A sigh of relief followed knowing she would okay.

  Lost in the world of vampire sex, Elena felt herself spiral into oblivion as she felt her body tense and explode with such pleasure she had never felt before. The moaning that escaped both of them, as the process of finally achieving this moment was gratifying. Damon tugged on her hand and pulled her up from the desk and directed to the same rusty brown leather couch that sat alone in the corner of his office. Handing her a blanket, she wrapped it around herself and took a seat next to him.

  Damon caressed her hair and he was gazing at her softly.

  "Now, about that contract."

  Chapter 20: Setting the Limits

  The contract.

  The Salvatore Non-Disclosure Agreement.

  It was sprawled out on the floor perfectly fanned and still held together by the thick silver paper clip. Pressing her lips together, Elena knew they needed to discuss what was inside. All the demands and all the odd requests, a negotiation was in order.

  "Yes," Elena wrapped the blanket around her body tight not letting an ounce of her skin below her collarbone exposed.

  His hungry blue eyes fed upon her as he let his hand brush through her hair and skimmed the blanket covering her arm. "And?" He asked anticipating the endless questions that were about to pour out her. The twisted smirk of pleasure resided on his face and she couldn't help feel the pressure build through her again.

  Oh Mr. Salvatore, the things I want to do to you. She thought bending his phrase around in her head.

  "And I want to negotiate." She replied in a firm tone knowing her only way to make sure she was satisfied too was to stay strong.

  "Negotiate?" He cocked his head to the side not letting his aroused expression fade. "Well, that's a first. Go on."

  "I want to take out the compulsion bit. You said you don't want to and wouldn't compel me unless I decide to not sign," she said staring at the designs on the blanket.

  The response to her first change to the agreement was met with silence. Damon concentrated on her as he thought through her proposition. It was like they were in a business meeting, but naked. The stomach churning memory of the interview where they first met crept into her mind and she cringed. She should be thankful for that embarrassing day otherwise she wouldn't be sitting curled up under a blanket across from Damon in the first place.

  A masked smile leaped on to his face.

  "No compulsion unless for stated obvious reason." He said beating down the final few words. Elena understood the consequences of if she left him, never being able to remember the glorious moments they had shared together. She didn't want that. She knew she was going to stay, at least for now.

  "What else?" Damon asked leaning back on the couch letting the blanket that covered his magnificent unblemished body slip downward leaving his hipbone to poke out.

  "Well," Elena thought about the other detailed request
s. "The whole feeding, blood thing isn't really up my alley."

  "Miss Gilbert, I know you're not keen to the idea and the thought of me hurting you is still undeniably traumatic. However," He curled his lips up and spoke in such a tone that was very business like yet seductive. "You do realize that I need to eat something more than a bunny or stolen blood bags."

  Stolen blood bags? Animals? Was this his supplement to not feeding on human blood? Oddly enough, Elena wanted to let out laughter at the thought of a vampire feeding on anything but a human. It was classic horror lore that vampires fed on humans. The thought of an animal or sucking down donated blood seemed ridiculous.

  "You find it amusing don't you?" Damon glared at her with displeasure. Dropping her smile, she felt like a child in trouble. "I don't want to feed on those things, but I do. I have to because if I went on rampage biting people, killing them, well, let's just say Mystic Falls might start pointing fingers."