Chapitre 124: 4. Joyride.
I woke up once again; it felt strange, but then again, I was surrounded by my family, and it had been a truly wonderful time. Today was Thanksgiving, and I had been sleeping for a few nights now, experiencing incredibly vivid dreams. Oh my god, I couldn't believe how intense and realistic those sexual dreams were. I could almost feel every sensation, from the touch to the scent. It was mind-boggling how my imagination conjured up such a master and pet scenario.
However, there was something slightly unsettling about it all. My body was capable of doing extraordinary things, and in this dream, the physical sensations lingered long after I woke up. It was hard to grasp the fact that it was all just a dream, yet my pussy throbbed as if it had been brutally fucked. I examined it, but it appeared untouched, confirming that it was all in my mind. I cursed silently, both at my mind and my body. Similarly, in the dream, I had the ability to lactate, and Damon would drain my milk, but in reality, my breasts were sore in the morning, my nipples unchanged, and no milk flowed when I tried to express it.
Despite these bizarre experiences, I was in good shape, weighing around 60 kilos, and I was content. It was a pleasure to have the Salvatores taking care of me, ensuring I maintained my fitness. I climbed out of bed and headed to the shower, relishing in the sensation of the water cascading over my body. Lost in the moment, I paid little attention to my surroundings. As I enjoyed the long, refreshing shower, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Damon's presence.
He stepped in and playfully remarked, "Make it hotter, baby, or else I might join you. And trust me, you won't care what day it is then."
I stood in front of the mirror, feeling the heat radiating from the water as I adjusted the temperature. My face flushed and turned as red as a crab. That man, damn, he knew how to turn up the heat. Stepping out of the shower, I reached for one of my oversized bathrobes, a dark blue one with golden decorations. As I wrapped a black plush towel around my hair, I couldn't help but admire the black color, a little indulgence I had accumulated over the years.
But when I entered my bedroom, I was taken aback. It was filled with people. Damon, Mariella, Wulfe, and my four girls were all there, examining my clothes as if they were shopping for themselves. Damon leaned casually against the wall while the women made their selections. Meanwhile, Wulfe had stripped my bed of all its linens, and I watched as Adam and Charles carried in a brand-new mattress. The familiar scent of strawberries was replaced, but I couldn't comprehend what was happening.
Damon looked at me, his eyes flashing with dominance yet his voice calm as he explained, "We're just organizing this room, and the girls are deciding who gets what. I told you, baby, I'll buy you new clothes. Come on, I've prepared another room for you. It's time for a change. No need to stay in one room."
His words were sharp, leaving me no room to protest. I followed him, feeling a mix of confusion and gratitude.
"And thank you again, another bathrobe and towel for me," he added.
I held up the bathrobe, pointing to the embroidery. "See, it says 'Mimi,' so it's mine, even if it's bigger."
We were in the corridor as Damon paused, pushing me against the wall, his body pressing against mine. He crowded around me, trapping me between him and the surface.
His finger traced the embroidery, and he smirked. "See? Now it says 'Damon.' So this is mine. It's that simple."
His words hung in the air, and before I could respond, he leaned in, kissing me with a hunger that never ceased to ignite a fire within me. I kissed him back, lost in the moment until a small voice interrupted us.
It was Jake, watching us with innocent eyes. "Mommy and Daddy are kissing! Come on, they're kissing!"
Damon pulled away, licking his lips. He looked at me with desire, his words filled with promise. "Damn, the timing. I swear, as amazing as these guys are, when they leave, there will be nothing stopping me from taking you right then and there."
I struggled to speak, my breath coming in short pants. Damon straightened himself and continued walking towards a bedroom. I followed him. My pussy had gotten a little excited by that kiss, so I was catching the scent of strawberries and champagne lingering in the air. Determined to regain control over my emotions, I reminded myself to calm down.
Damon had a way of stirring me up too easily. God damn, he could set me off, make me blush, and get me more horny than I had been in ages. I was a mess. I could not help when I admire his perfect ass and thighs. That man walks like a freaking sex god.
We finally reached the bedroom he had reserved, and as I entered, I noticed the faint aroma of strawberries and champagne growing stronger. To my surprise, he had somehow managed to locate our original bed from my Arizona house, which I had stored away in Moldova. I couldn't help but wonder how he had discovered this information. Had Wulfe or Magnum told him? I couldn't be certain.
Damon had organized this room, and I spotted little gemstones sparkling in the doorframe, indicating that it was a linked room. It warmed my heart to see that he had created a space for us, but at the same time, I couldn't shake the feeling that this could all be temporary. Perhaps he had only done this to prevent Wulfe from spending too much time with me or coming to sleep beside me.
I needed to be practical. True love and a happy ending seemed like distant dreams, even though I had once believed in them.
Damon spoke up, still calmly but dominantly, "You have clothes reserved there. This is one of our rooms, and it is linked, as you can see. We'll use it for ourselves. There are nine other Salvatores ready to worship Mariella, along with wolves and other men, so you and I will have our time together. And as for the wedding, we'll plan for it, even a vampire wedding if possible. I'll have to discuss it with Wulfe."
I remained silent, moving behind the partition. As soon as I took off my bathrobe and towel, Damon eagerly claimed them for himself, inhaling my scent. He then sat on the edge of the bed, on my side, waiting for me.
He said, "And one more thing, we'll switch sides occasionally, sleeping on each other's sides. This is our bed, our original bed. I've cast numerous spells to fix all the old items you've hoarded, and I'm aware of them, so we can use them."
I carefully dressed myself in the clothes that had been set aside for me. Button-down satin shirt white, quite a short skirt yellow, and skimpy panties. As I stood there, contemplating whether to inform Damon, I noticed him patiently waiting for me. Number four, my Damon, was not here. However, this was number one, perched on the bed, who truly understood me. His commanding presence brought me a feeling of security. Somehow this whole dominance thing has made me trust him, much more than before. He was once again my confidant, my soulmate, even though we had no bond in place.
Fully dressed now, I walked away from the partition and took a seat beside Damon. I absentmindedly touched the little tattoo on my neck, causing my special pendant to emerge. The pendant, with its four chambers, caught Damon's attention, and a slight frown formed on his face.
I let out a sigh and began to explain, "I'm not entirely sure what Wulfe has shared with you about the future, but he once showed me a vision. In that vision, the pendant contained two chambers with strands of hair from Adam and Charles. The other two chambers held fur from two boys. It was a backup plan, in case they were to ever lose their physical bodies. But..."
Damon interrupted, wrapping his arm around me, and urged me to continue, "Come on, tell me what you saw. This clearly has upset you in some way."
I hesitated for a moment before responding, "It shouldn't, really. It's a distant future, and it may never come to pass. But in that vision, all four chambers were filled with ash. It suggests that I might lose them permanently in the future. Meaning they would be dead, in heaven. Lost forever."
A deep furrow formed on Damon's brow, and he implored me, "Show me. Show me what you saw."
I allowed the scene to play out in my mind, revealing how Colin, in his final moments, failed to see me and instead saw Margaret. How my five were dead. I clutched the pendant tightly, seeing Wulfe being older, and then the vision abruptly vanished. Fatigue washed over me, and everything started to blur.
Damon whispered, "Shh, it's okay. Rest now. You can't control these visions. Let go..."
Before I could comprehend what had transpired, darkness enveloped me completely. I awoke a few minutes later, cradled in Damon's arms, as he soothingly stroked my hair.
He reassured me, "I've removed it all. You weren't meant to see such things, not yet anyway. But it's good to know you're okay. Today is Thanksgiving, and we'll have a true family feast. I'm incredibly happy, even if you can't fully understand it yet. Someday you will."
Slowly, I sat up, realizing we were still in the bedroom. Damon helped me onto a stool and began to arrange my hair.
"It's great that Wulfe does this too. I can learn from him as well. We have so much to learn together. But for now, baby, let me take care of your hair. Damn, I'm just so happy."He mused as he worked.
I had no idea what brought him such immense joy, but as long as he was happy, it was all that mattered.
After 45 minutes of meticulous work, he finally managed to style my hair into a masterpiece. Every strand was gathered and braided, then delicately curled and pinned up to showcase my slender neck. He surprised me by retrieving the collar I wore at the vampire club, which I had assumed he had discarded. As he fastened it around my neck, I couldn't help but notice how snugly it fit, slightly constricting my breathing. He put it extra tight, watching me closely. But it looked absolutely stunning, adorned with genuine diamonds. I couldn't help but wonder if Mariella would be jealous of my collar, or what the kids would think. Nevertheless, I decided to go with the flow and see how it played out.
As he gazed at me, his eyes filled with pride, he helped me to stand and then attached a leash to my collar.
"Let's see how the kids react when mommy is leashed," he whispered in my ear.
His voice was dangerous. Pretty damn dangerous. I remained silent, understanding that it was wiser for me to keep my thoughts to myself, lest I face additional discipline beyond the collar and leash. The warning was given.
I glanced at Damon, remembering how he had appeared in my dreams. The Master. There was a little same undercurrent, I thought that had I had some kind of premonition about this?
He smirked and remarked, "You have some interesting thoughts on your mind. If you behave, I might indulge you."
It was time to change the subject, to keep my private fantasies hidden from him. I blushed at the thought of him seeing all of them. My mind had a vivid imagination when it came to sex dreams. My memory could conjure up sensations even and oh my good. A little snippet came to my mind of seeing my pussy being fucked, causing Damon to stop, arching his brow and smirking, grunting softly.
As we strolled at a leisurely pace into the kitchen, the room was bustling with life. The kids were cooking with several Salvatores, who patiently guided and taught them. It was a perfect scene that warmed my heart, and I allowed myself to fully embrace the joy it brought. Let the good times come.
Jake was the first to notice me as he worked on a pie with his sibling.
He grinned mischievously and said, "Mommy, you've been naughty, so Daddy had to collar you. Well, Daddy will teach you just like they teach us. You have to be nice."
It's true, children always speak the truth. I did not answer. I had no words to be said.
Adam and Charles both smirked at me, acknowledging the situation. Damon escorted me to the end of the table, ensuring our seats were adjacent. This was going to be one hell of a breakfast of self-restraint for me.
He guided me to sit down and turned to Charles, saying, "As you can see, Cornick, this is how I maintain discipline. So you better remember."
Charles flashed a seductive smile at Damon, causing me to resist the urge to roll my eyes.
As Wulfe cooked and he lifted his gaze to see me, he remarked, "That look suits you, my unicorn. You look great on a collar and leash."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
Magnum looked at me too, saying, "Yeah, it would be useful on missions where there's danger from Sark or Krycheck. Put Hummingbird on a leash so she won't run away."
Their banter amused me as I sat down, but Damon quickly attached the leash to his chair, restricting my movement. He sauntered off to get smoothies and other things for me, turning this into a game.
As he was sitting next to me and there was a huge plate of food for me, he looked at me and smiled.
He said to the kids, "Do you want to tease Mommy? Make mommy Daddy's little girl, so Daddy can take care of her."
Apollo chimed in, "Yeah, mommy needs taking care of. She's hungry."
Damon declared, "Fine, then Daddy will feed her. Daddy will bind Mommy's hands first so Mommy won't make a mess."
He stood up, took my hands, pulled them behind the chair, and cuffed them. As he came back to eat, he smirked happily. Mariella looked quite unsurely at him. He took a plate and began to feed me. It was already challenging, but now it has become even more difficult. Yet, I persevered.
Soon, someone suggested to Damon that he wipe my mouth or give me something to drink. The suggestions kept coming, even more innovative each time. I was fed, given coffee and kisses too, or Daddy had to taste mommy's blood or make mommy feed off from his wrist. It felt like the entire pack was watching as they whispered to the kids, and this game became a public spectacle. "What does mommy need?" was the name of the game.
The meal dragged on, and, I couldn't help but wonder if this game would continue during our Thanksgiving feast.
Mariella watched us closely, and Damon, with a haughty expression, said to number two, "Make sure your pet has a collar, too. And you, five, and seven, have Mimosa, and Shadow."
Damon looked at my four girls, his smile thin but filled with a hint of pride. I suspected a new generation was being born.
Funny, I was a grandma, and maybe even a great-grandma for generations to come. But once again, a little reminder that time goes on. He finally let my hands free. I was about to say something about my musings when Damon abruptly grabbed me by the leash and led me further. Away from the kids. There was this tension in him. As we walked, the aroma of baking and cooking faded away as we walked away from the kitchen, leaving the kids eager to create with salvatores.
But suddenly, Damon slammed me against the wall, his hand swiftly retrieving a small bottle from his pocket.
With a soft, dangerous voice that begged me to resist, he uttered, "Drink it, or else I'll make you."
The scent of his blood emanated from the potion, leaving me with no time to react. This was blood based blood-scenting potion made out of his blood. He forcefully opened my jaw and poured the liquid down my throat, the sensation trickling into my stomach. Soon, a fog settled in my mind as the drugs took hold.
Damon didn't ask; he acted. I was now intoxicated, and under his control. We continued walking, Damon by my side or slightly ahead, the haunting melody of "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" playing in my mind, a constant reminder of his power. Suddenly, he pushed me against the wall, tearing into my throat and draining me, leaving spots dancing before my eyes.
And just like that, we resumed walking. I had no clue what had sparked this sudden aggression, but it was what it was. Perhaps he wanted to show his dominance over me or the entire pack. He was asserting himself as the alpha male, the alpha vampire. I somehow understood that he was trying to claim me as his alpha vampire, hoping my elusive alpha vampire book would reveal itself to him. It had refused even Wulfe's gaze, making it an enigmatic and peculiar book.
I knew I could attempt to cleanse my vampire alpha power at some point, but in my drugged state, I foolishly let the thought slip. In an instant, Damon had me pinned against the wall, his powerful body pressing against mine.
His voice, silky yet menacing, whispered in my ear, "Alpha vampire power? Really, darlin'? And it needs to be cleansed? Color me impressed. Rest assured, darlin', I'm already delving into your mind, searching for it. And let's just say, Wulfe isn't impressed either, so he might just join me in this little exploration. We'll uncover your powers, how to cleanse them, and how to share them."
The pressure in my mind was intense, but I managed to endure it. I had little choice in the matter, being drugged, collared, and leashed. I didn't resist, but I also didn't give him direct answers. This Thanksgiving was shaping up to be one hell of an interesting ordeal.
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