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turnonmyheels) wrote2010-11-08 09:31 am
turnonmyheels) wrote2010-11-08 09:31 am
Fic! Vampire Diaries Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: Through 1.4 Family Ties
Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moosesal For the beta.
Notes: Fulfills Kink Bingo Prompt: sex toys under clothing
Previous parts here
“Let me get this straight.” Caroline said as she tugged the neckline of her dress a bit lower. “You won’t let me wear the yellow because it makes me look” -- Caroline pantomimed quote marks as she continued to study her reflection in the mirror -- “Jaundiced. So I’m wearing the blue, which I hate, but whatever, because it makes you happy.” Caroline turned on the narrow heel of her sparkliest strappy sandal, set her hands on her hips and glared at Damon. “And you still expect me to wear that thing?” Caroline stomped toward where Damon was lounging on her bed and snatched the offending item out of his hand.
She held the contraption at arm’s length and turned it first one way and then another. “What the hell is this anyway? It looks like some kind of mad scientist’s sex toy.”
“You’re not wrong.” Damon sat up and retrieved the item out of Caroline’s hand. “Come here.” Caroline rolled her eyes but did what Damon told her to do. “Pull up your skirt.”
“Damon!” Caroline feigned shock and danced out of arm’s reach aiming her most coy smile in his direction. “Say please.” She laughed as Damon huffed and rolled his eyes, the laugh quickly turned into a pained whine when he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her to him. He did that thing, where he captured her gaze with his and she couldn’t look away. She hated that thing, and yet no matter how hard she tried she could never resist when he did it.
“Pull. Up. Your. Skirt.”
God, Damon’s eyes were so freaky intense when he did that. It was uber creepy but it still made her crazy horny. Caroline pulled up her skirt.
“Nice wax job.” Damon released her wrist and nudged her legs apart. Caroline couldn’t help but preen a bit at the compliment even as she futilely attempted to rub the soreness out of her wrist. It was hard to do your own Brazilian, but competent aestheticians that didn’t report your grooming activities to your mom the Sheriff were hard to come by in Mystic Falls.
“You’re the one who said all these Founder’s activities were boring, I’m just trying to add a little spice to the night.”
“Mm hmm,” Damon said as he nudged her legs farther apart. He ran his fingers over the recently waxed skin and followed them with his tongue. Caroline hissed in surprise and spread her legs even further apart, she gasped a little when Damon placed a quick sucking kiss on her clit. “This contraption” -- Caroline could hear the quote marks -- “is called a Scorpion,” Damon said as he took the item out of Caroline’s hand and held it up so she could see each part as he explained it. “This part, the mouth goes against your clit. And this bump that looks like the back goes inside your vagina, they say it hits the g-spot.” Damon smirked up at Caroline as he teasingly stroked the scorpion’s stinger. “This part goes in your ass.”
“Of course it does.” Caroline said dryly despite the incredulous look on her face. “And what? You expect me to put that thing on and wear it to the party?”
“Consider it my contribution to spicing up the party.” Damon held the scorpion tail to Caroline’s mouth. “Open up. Suck it and get it wet.”
“Gee Damon. You say the most romantic things. A girl could get a big head around you.”
Caroline squeaked as Damon’s hand shot out faster than she could see and grabbed a fistful of her hair and used it to yank her head backward. “Get it wet or it goes in dry. Your choice.”
Caroline glared at Damon but obediently opened her mouth. “Good girl.” Damon slid the tail in Caroline’s mouth and pushed it forward until it teased the edge of her gag reflex. When he saw her start to struggle he pulled it back out, then slid it in again. “Suck it like you do me.” He pushed the tail in again and smiled with satisfaction when Caroline fellated it like a pro. “That’s it. Such a pretty cock sucker aren’t you Caroline?”
Caroline felt heat spread across her face and knew it would spread down her throat and across her chest in unattractive splotches. Sometimes she really hated her porcelain skin. “Don’t get shy on me now; you know you love it.” Damon ground the heel of his other palm against her clit and slid two fingers inside her pussy. He worked the pads of his fingertips along that spot that made her knees tremble (why was he the only one other than her who could find it? why was everything in her life so unfair?). “You wouldn’t be soaking wet if you didn’t.” She sniffed and blinked her eyes rapidly, refusing to let the tears she felt stinging her eyes fall.
He was right. She did like it. Evidently she had what Damon called a humiliation kink. Ten minutes on Google proved him not completely wrong even if she refused to admit it. She liked that he knew how to fuck. She liked that he pushed her boundaries. She loved that he knew what he wanted and how to make it feel good to her. The boys she’d been with before just didn’t have the skill set that Damon did. It’s not like it was their fault, they just didn’t have as much experience. And really, there was no boy in Mystic Falls she would ever allow to humiliate her in any fashion. Caroline squeaked as Damon tweaked her clit and made her come. She was still easing down off the precipice when he slid the scorpion’s tail in her ass and tightened the straps around her legs that would allow her to wear the toy like a pair of panties.
“Drop your skirt.” Caroline dropped the hem of her skirt and turned in a small circle when Damon tilted his head and twirled his finger at her. He pulled her to him again, adjusted the straps of her dress, smoothed the small cardigan that was covering all the bites on her shoulders and back, then he ran both hands along the curve of her hip. “It’s not as smooth as it should be. Put on your Spanx.” Caroline sucked in a breath but before she could deny she owned figure controlling undergarments Damon had blurred to her lingerie chest, and searched through the drawers until he found them. “The sooner you put them on, the sooner we can go the party.”
Caroline tugged the Spanx into place and allowed Damon to inspect her once again. “You’re beautiful.” He tilted her chin and kissed her so softly and sweetly she knew she’d never refuse him anything. “I didn’t show you the best part.”
“Hmm?” Caroline’s voice was breathy as her eyes fluttered open. Damon was staring at her and smirking. Whatever it was she probably wouldn’t like it. Except she totally would.
“Remote control.” He slid the device in his pocket and steered her out of her room.
She was wrong, she didn’t like it. She hated it.
~*~
Caroline casually took two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter and stepped into one of the many secluded alcoves in the Lockwood mansion. She had just touched the rim of the crystal to her lips when the vibrating started. She nearly jumped out of her skin, spilling the entire glass all over her face and the front of her dress. A quick glance around proved no one saw the accident. She was wiping her face with her hands and trying to get to the bathroom without getting caught when the vibrations kicked up into a higher gear. She lost her breath and nearly doubled over when an unexpected orgasm slammed through her.
“Jesus, Caroline.” Tyler Lockwood said as he grabbed both champagne flutes away from her. “You need to slow down -- your mom is right over there.” Tyler steered her through a closed door into a part of the mansion that was closed to guests and shut the door behind him. “You cannot be this drunk already.” He grabbed her by the arm and steered her toward a chair.
As she collapsed onto the chair the vibration stopped. Caroline breathed in a sigh of relief. “I’m not--” The vibration started again very low then gradually increased until it was even faster than before before stopping completely and starting again. She gasped and could feel herself blushing brighter by the second. She tossed her hair and smiled and tried to play it off. “I’m not drunk, just a little ... hot.” She fanned herself with one hand and mentally cursed Damon as the vibration changed again. Fast, sharp, staccato bursts that had her moaning as she came again.
“Yeah, right.” Tyler squatted down in front of her and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. “Here, your mascara’s running.”
“No, Tyler, I’m really not drunk. I just tripped over something.” Caroline half-heartedly protested as she carefully dabbed under her eyes. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than the vibrations pulsing through her.
“Whatever.” Tyler rolled his eyes and stood up.
“She really isn’t drunk.”
Tyler whirled around at the sound of the voice and came face to face with Damon.
“We’ve been playing a little game. You know how boring these parties can be.”
Caroline peeked around Tyler to look at Damon. His voice sounded like he was doing that eye thing again.
“Yeah, they’re boring.” Tyler shrugged. “So?”
“So. We wanted to have a little fun. What about you, don’t you want to have a little fun?”
Caroline stood and stepped in between Tyler and Damon even though Damon had changed the vibration setting again back to the slow setting, only this time it was pulsing. “Tyler, didn’t I see you with Vicki?” Tyler stopped staring at Damon long enough to look at her. “Don’t you need to rescue her from your mom or something?”
“Tyler Lockwood, right?” Damon asked.
“What about it?”
“Wouldn’t you rather” -- It was too late. Damon was doing that thing and Caroline knew her night was ruined -- “get a blow job from everybody’s favorite cheerleader?” She watched helplessly as Damon’s pupils contracted and expanded.
“Sure, why not?”
“That’s what I thought. Now do what I tell you. Stand there, enjoy yourself, and be quiet. Caroline, on your knees.” Damon commanded.
“Damon, there is no way I’m blowing Tyler Lockwood.” Caroline protested even as she sank to her knees. “Well, I did blow him back at Elena’s fifteenth birthday party during a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, but there is no way--”
“Shut up and suck him or I’m turning your little toy all the way up to high and forcing you to have a conversation with your mother.” Damon was standing behind Tyler and unfastening his pants. When the zipper was down he pushed the pants and underwear down to puddle around Tyler’s feet. Damon wrapped a hand around Tyler’s stiffening dick and stroked it until it was hard. “Suck it Caroline, give me a show. Wrap those pretty lips around Lockwood’s prick and show how much you’ve learned since you were fifteen.”
“What about you?” Caroline crawled on her hands and knees until she was in front of Tyler.
“What about me?”
She placed a hand on each of Tyler’s thighs and looked up at Damon. “What are you going to do? I know you’re not just going to watch.”
Damon raised an eyebrow at her and shot her a look that was more than a little scary. Caroline quit asking questions and started to suck. At fifteen, Tyler had been short and skinny, with braces and bad skin. He hadn’t been particularly large, and he’d only lasted about 10 seconds before he came without warning in her mouth. Two years had been good to him. The braces had come off, and he’d filled up and out. Everywhere. Evidently his stamina had improved as well, because ten seconds was long past and he wasn’t showing signs of coming any time soon. Caroline took him as deep as she could then backed off and wrapped her fist around the base of his cock. Caroline heard Damon whispering to Tyler but couldn’t make out what he was saying.
Tyler gasped and pushed forward hard enough he nearly choked her and that was when Caroline realized what Damon was doing. He was fucking Tyler. Caroline’s senses went supernova. She could smell that lube Damon used when he fucked her in the ass, hear the nearly subsonic groan Tyler let out as Damon pushed forward. The suckingslurpingswallowing noises she was making made a fascinating counterpoint to the vibrations that pulsed through her when Damon changed the settings again.
She watched Tyler’s face as Damon fucked him with hard, fast snaps of the hips. Tyler’s eyes were closed and his mouth open. Occasionally he’d lick his lips and flinch but mainly it was like he wasn’t even there. That so wasn’t fair. No one who was lucky enough to get a blow job from Caroline Fucking Forbes was allowed to drift off somewhere else.
Caroline dug her fingernails into one of Tyler’s thighs and scratched until he opened his eyes and looked at her. She met his gaze and arched an eyebrow at him. She tightened her grip on the hand that was holding him at the base of his cock until it had to be painful before letting go and grabbing hold of his other thigh. Then she tilted her head back just a little and did her very best to open her throat. She choked a little every time Damon thrust forward, but she didn’t care. She had Tyler’s full attention now and she was going to keep it.
Damon set the pace. With every snap of his hips he pushed Tyler forward, deeper and deeper into her throat. When he pulled back Tyler did too, allowing her a brief second to breathe and try to open her throat enough to let Tyler back in. She didn’t realize she was crying until she felt Tyler wiping away a tear. Caroline tried to smile around his dick; Damon may have been fucking Tyler in the ass, but he was looking at her.
It couldn’t have lasted long. Damon never bothered to draw things out unless he had hours in front of him, and Caroline knew he had some big thing planned for the night. “Both of you, come.” Damon’s voiced sound like five miles of rough gravel; it made her shiver. “I said for you to come.” Tyler came without warning (Jesus, not again! It was bad enough two years ago.) and Caroline gagged a little before she managed to swallow. “Caroline.” The was more than command in his voice, there was a warning too -- do what he said or else. Caroline came.
By the time her breathing had evened out, Damon was dressed and looked as if nothing had happened. “Put your clothes on, make yourselves presentable.”
Caroline struggled to her feet and started tugging at her dress. Her hands were shaky and she was on the verge of yet another orgasm, and really, she’d had enough of all of this already. She knew she’d never be able to look Tyler in the eye ever again, but then again, she had just watched him get fucked in the ass so maybe they were on even ground.
“You saw Caroline spill her drink and loaned her your handkerchief to clean up. The three of us talked and flirted. You think we’re both incredibly hot. Then you went back to your date. Nothing else happened in this room tonight.”
“Nothing else happened tonight.” Tyler repeated.
Damon patted him on the cheek. “Go.” Tyler closed the door behind him.
Damon pulled Caroline against him and fluffed her hair back into place. “I’m almost done with you, Caroline. You’re going to help me a little bit more and then this’ll all be over.”
“You’re going to kill me tonight, aren’t you?”
Damon kissed her. One of those sweet, lingering kisses that only he knew how to give. The kind that made her want to be with him forever. “I promise I’ll make it quick enough that it won’t hurt.” He switched off the Scorpion and put the remote control in Caroline’s purse.
“Now you’re going to help me find a very special necklace.”
Part 5
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: Through 1.4 Family Ties
Thank you
moosesal For the beta. Notes: Fulfills Kink Bingo Prompt: sex toys under clothing
Previous parts here
“Let me get this straight.” Caroline said as she tugged the neckline of her dress a bit lower. “You won’t let me wear the yellow because it makes me look” -- Caroline pantomimed quote marks as she continued to study her reflection in the mirror -- “Jaundiced. So I’m wearing the blue, which I hate, but whatever, because it makes you happy.” Caroline turned on the narrow heel of her sparkliest strappy sandal, set her hands on her hips and glared at Damon. “And you still expect me to wear that thing?” Caroline stomped toward where Damon was lounging on her bed and snatched the offending item out of his hand.
She held the contraption at arm’s length and turned it first one way and then another. “What the hell is this anyway? It looks like some kind of mad scientist’s sex toy.”
“You’re not wrong.” Damon sat up and retrieved the item out of Caroline’s hand. “Come here.” Caroline rolled her eyes but did what Damon told her to do. “Pull up your skirt.”
“Damon!” Caroline feigned shock and danced out of arm’s reach aiming her most coy smile in his direction. “Say please.” She laughed as Damon huffed and rolled his eyes, the laugh quickly turned into a pained whine when he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her to him. He did that thing, where he captured her gaze with his and she couldn’t look away. She hated that thing, and yet no matter how hard she tried she could never resist when he did it.
“Pull. Up. Your. Skirt.”
God, Damon’s eyes were so freaky intense when he did that. It was uber creepy but it still made her crazy horny. Caroline pulled up her skirt.
“Nice wax job.” Damon released her wrist and nudged her legs apart. Caroline couldn’t help but preen a bit at the compliment even as she futilely attempted to rub the soreness out of her wrist. It was hard to do your own Brazilian, but competent aestheticians that didn’t report your grooming activities to your mom the Sheriff were hard to come by in Mystic Falls.
“You’re the one who said all these Founder’s activities were boring, I’m just trying to add a little spice to the night.”
“Mm hmm,” Damon said as he nudged her legs farther apart. He ran his fingers over the recently waxed skin and followed them with his tongue. Caroline hissed in surprise and spread her legs even further apart, she gasped a little when Damon placed a quick sucking kiss on her clit. “This contraption” -- Caroline could hear the quote marks -- “is called a Scorpion,” Damon said as he took the item out of Caroline’s hand and held it up so she could see each part as he explained it. “This part, the mouth goes against your clit. And this bump that looks like the back goes inside your vagina, they say it hits the g-spot.” Damon smirked up at Caroline as he teasingly stroked the scorpion’s stinger. “This part goes in your ass.”
“Of course it does.” Caroline said dryly despite the incredulous look on her face. “And what? You expect me to put that thing on and wear it to the party?”
“Consider it my contribution to spicing up the party.” Damon held the scorpion tail to Caroline’s mouth. “Open up. Suck it and get it wet.”
“Gee Damon. You say the most romantic things. A girl could get a big head around you.”
Caroline squeaked as Damon’s hand shot out faster than she could see and grabbed a fistful of her hair and used it to yank her head backward. “Get it wet or it goes in dry. Your choice.”
Caroline glared at Damon but obediently opened her mouth. “Good girl.” Damon slid the tail in Caroline’s mouth and pushed it forward until it teased the edge of her gag reflex. When he saw her start to struggle he pulled it back out, then slid it in again. “Suck it like you do me.” He pushed the tail in again and smiled with satisfaction when Caroline fellated it like a pro. “That’s it. Such a pretty cock sucker aren’t you Caroline?”
Caroline felt heat spread across her face and knew it would spread down her throat and across her chest in unattractive splotches. Sometimes she really hated her porcelain skin. “Don’t get shy on me now; you know you love it.” Damon ground the heel of his other palm against her clit and slid two fingers inside her pussy. He worked the pads of his fingertips along that spot that made her knees tremble (why was he the only one other than her who could find it? why was everything in her life so unfair?). “You wouldn’t be soaking wet if you didn’t.” She sniffed and blinked her eyes rapidly, refusing to let the tears she felt stinging her eyes fall.
He was right. She did like it. Evidently she had what Damon called a humiliation kink. Ten minutes on Google proved him not completely wrong even if she refused to admit it. She liked that he knew how to fuck. She liked that he pushed her boundaries. She loved that he knew what he wanted and how to make it feel good to her. The boys she’d been with before just didn’t have the skill set that Damon did. It’s not like it was their fault, they just didn’t have as much experience. And really, there was no boy in Mystic Falls she would ever allow to humiliate her in any fashion. Caroline squeaked as Damon tweaked her clit and made her come. She was still easing down off the precipice when he slid the scorpion’s tail in her ass and tightened the straps around her legs that would allow her to wear the toy like a pair of panties.
“Drop your skirt.” Caroline dropped the hem of her skirt and turned in a small circle when Damon tilted his head and twirled his finger at her. He pulled her to him again, adjusted the straps of her dress, smoothed the small cardigan that was covering all the bites on her shoulders and back, then he ran both hands along the curve of her hip. “It’s not as smooth as it should be. Put on your Spanx.” Caroline sucked in a breath but before she could deny she owned figure controlling undergarments Damon had blurred to her lingerie chest, and searched through the drawers until he found them. “The sooner you put them on, the sooner we can go the party.”
Caroline tugged the Spanx into place and allowed Damon to inspect her once again. “You’re beautiful.” He tilted her chin and kissed her so softly and sweetly she knew she’d never refuse him anything. “I didn’t show you the best part.”
“Hmm?” Caroline’s voice was breathy as her eyes fluttered open. Damon was staring at her and smirking. Whatever it was she probably wouldn’t like it. Except she totally would.
“Remote control.” He slid the device in his pocket and steered her out of her room.
She was wrong, she didn’t like it. She hated it.
Caroline casually took two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter and stepped into one of the many secluded alcoves in the Lockwood mansion. She had just touched the rim of the crystal to her lips when the vibrating started. She nearly jumped out of her skin, spilling the entire glass all over her face and the front of her dress. A quick glance around proved no one saw the accident. She was wiping her face with her hands and trying to get to the bathroom without getting caught when the vibrations kicked up into a higher gear. She lost her breath and nearly doubled over when an unexpected orgasm slammed through her.
“Jesus, Caroline.” Tyler Lockwood said as he grabbed both champagne flutes away from her. “You need to slow down -- your mom is right over there.” Tyler steered her through a closed door into a part of the mansion that was closed to guests and shut the door behind him. “You cannot be this drunk already.” He grabbed her by the arm and steered her toward a chair.
As she collapsed onto the chair the vibration stopped. Caroline breathed in a sigh of relief. “I’m not--” The vibration started again very low then gradually increased until it was even faster than before before stopping completely and starting again. She gasped and could feel herself blushing brighter by the second. She tossed her hair and smiled and tried to play it off. “I’m not drunk, just a little ... hot.” She fanned herself with one hand and mentally cursed Damon as the vibration changed again. Fast, sharp, staccato bursts that had her moaning as she came again.
“Yeah, right.” Tyler squatted down in front of her and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. “Here, your mascara’s running.”
“No, Tyler, I’m really not drunk. I just tripped over something.” Caroline half-heartedly protested as she carefully dabbed under her eyes. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than the vibrations pulsing through her.
“Whatever.” Tyler rolled his eyes and stood up.
“She really isn’t drunk.”
Tyler whirled around at the sound of the voice and came face to face with Damon.
“We’ve been playing a little game. You know how boring these parties can be.”
Caroline peeked around Tyler to look at Damon. His voice sounded like he was doing that eye thing again.
“Yeah, they’re boring.” Tyler shrugged. “So?”
“So. We wanted to have a little fun. What about you, don’t you want to have a little fun?”
Caroline stood and stepped in between Tyler and Damon even though Damon had changed the vibration setting again back to the slow setting, only this time it was pulsing. “Tyler, didn’t I see you with Vicki?” Tyler stopped staring at Damon long enough to look at her. “Don’t you need to rescue her from your mom or something?”
“Tyler Lockwood, right?” Damon asked.
“What about it?”
“Wouldn’t you rather” -- It was too late. Damon was doing that thing and Caroline knew her night was ruined -- “get a blow job from everybody’s favorite cheerleader?” She watched helplessly as Damon’s pupils contracted and expanded.
“Sure, why not?”
“That’s what I thought. Now do what I tell you. Stand there, enjoy yourself, and be quiet. Caroline, on your knees.” Damon commanded.
“Damon, there is no way I’m blowing Tyler Lockwood.” Caroline protested even as she sank to her knees. “Well, I did blow him back at Elena’s fifteenth birthday party during a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, but there is no way--”
“Shut up and suck him or I’m turning your little toy all the way up to high and forcing you to have a conversation with your mother.” Damon was standing behind Tyler and unfastening his pants. When the zipper was down he pushed the pants and underwear down to puddle around Tyler’s feet. Damon wrapped a hand around Tyler’s stiffening dick and stroked it until it was hard. “Suck it Caroline, give me a show. Wrap those pretty lips around Lockwood’s prick and show how much you’ve learned since you were fifteen.”
“What about you?” Caroline crawled on her hands and knees until she was in front of Tyler.
“What about me?”
She placed a hand on each of Tyler’s thighs and looked up at Damon. “What are you going to do? I know you’re not just going to watch.”
Damon raised an eyebrow at her and shot her a look that was more than a little scary. Caroline quit asking questions and started to suck. At fifteen, Tyler had been short and skinny, with braces and bad skin. He hadn’t been particularly large, and he’d only lasted about 10 seconds before he came without warning in her mouth. Two years had been good to him. The braces had come off, and he’d filled up and out. Everywhere. Evidently his stamina had improved as well, because ten seconds was long past and he wasn’t showing signs of coming any time soon. Caroline took him as deep as she could then backed off and wrapped her fist around the base of his cock. Caroline heard Damon whispering to Tyler but couldn’t make out what he was saying.
Tyler gasped and pushed forward hard enough he nearly choked her and that was when Caroline realized what Damon was doing. He was fucking Tyler. Caroline’s senses went supernova. She could smell that lube Damon used when he fucked her in the ass, hear the nearly subsonic groan Tyler let out as Damon pushed forward. The suckingslurpingswallowing noises she was making made a fascinating counterpoint to the vibrations that pulsed through her when Damon changed the settings again.
She watched Tyler’s face as Damon fucked him with hard, fast snaps of the hips. Tyler’s eyes were closed and his mouth open. Occasionally he’d lick his lips and flinch but mainly it was like he wasn’t even there. That so wasn’t fair. No one who was lucky enough to get a blow job from Caroline Fucking Forbes was allowed to drift off somewhere else.
Caroline dug her fingernails into one of Tyler’s thighs and scratched until he opened his eyes and looked at her. She met his gaze and arched an eyebrow at him. She tightened her grip on the hand that was holding him at the base of his cock until it had to be painful before letting go and grabbing hold of his other thigh. Then she tilted her head back just a little and did her very best to open her throat. She choked a little every time Damon thrust forward, but she didn’t care. She had Tyler’s full attention now and she was going to keep it.
Damon set the pace. With every snap of his hips he pushed Tyler forward, deeper and deeper into her throat. When he pulled back Tyler did too, allowing her a brief second to breathe and try to open her throat enough to let Tyler back in. She didn’t realize she was crying until she felt Tyler wiping away a tear. Caroline tried to smile around his dick; Damon may have been fucking Tyler in the ass, but he was looking at her.
It couldn’t have lasted long. Damon never bothered to draw things out unless he had hours in front of him, and Caroline knew he had some big thing planned for the night. “Both of you, come.” Damon’s voiced sound like five miles of rough gravel; it made her shiver. “I said for you to come.” Tyler came without warning (Jesus, not again! It was bad enough two years ago.) and Caroline gagged a little before she managed to swallow. “Caroline.” The was more than command in his voice, there was a warning too -- do what he said or else. Caroline came.
By the time her breathing had evened out, Damon was dressed and looked as if nothing had happened. “Put your clothes on, make yourselves presentable.”
Caroline struggled to her feet and started tugging at her dress. Her hands were shaky and she was on the verge of yet another orgasm, and really, she’d had enough of all of this already. She knew she’d never be able to look Tyler in the eye ever again, but then again, she had just watched him get fucked in the ass so maybe they were on even ground.
“You saw Caroline spill her drink and loaned her your handkerchief to clean up. The three of us talked and flirted. You think we’re both incredibly hot. Then you went back to your date. Nothing else happened in this room tonight.”
“Nothing else happened tonight.” Tyler repeated.
Damon patted him on the cheek. “Go.” Tyler closed the door behind him.
Damon pulled Caroline against him and fluffed her hair back into place. “I’m almost done with you, Caroline. You’re going to help me a little bit more and then this’ll all be over.”
“You’re going to kill me tonight, aren’t you?”
Damon kissed her. One of those sweet, lingering kisses that only he knew how to give. The kind that made her want to be with him forever. “I promise I’ll make it quick enough that it won’t hurt.” He switched off the Scorpion and put the remote control in Caroline’s purse.
“Now you’re going to help me find a very special necklace.”
Part 5
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