章 134: 14. Two Hearts.
Mariella worked the rest of the day answering messages from clients and going to dinner. When then Charles, Adam, and the wolves came in at the same time for dinner, neither asking any questions as they obviously knew Mimi's fate. Other salvatores as well, they were like there would be nothing to worry about.
Mariella was happy with the work she had done. She had helped a lot of pairs and again done something else than fucking all the time. It gave her a sense of purpose again. But she talked with wolves they were pretty good at advice too, as they were females and mariella shortly thought someday taking Mimi once with her when she would chat with clients and see if Mimi would have any special inside, at least she could help maybe a few gay couples when she and Mimi would test few things how to perk sex life between ladies.
Damon had not yet left the room, and there was no sign of Mimi either. But Mariella did not go to intervene. She felt a pang of sympathy for Mimi knowing that she did not have an easy time in Damon's hands, but she kept that strictly hidden from Damon, as she did not want to go in that room again.
She worked through the night, chatting with customers and teaching them when to do what. Her business had several chats, ranging from different subjects like family life to dates and sex, too. There were so many couples and single struggling with sex and intimacy and she, the lust queen, was more than willing to help. Of course, as she had to tell them certain things like where to touch themselves, she often had to try it on herself.
So her room where she chatted was filled with the aroma of peach and white wine. She was a little frustrated because it had been fun to chat and help and also try a few things that her clients had tried so she had to try them herself and then give advice on how to make it better, but she knew herself and she knew she would need cock and soon.
She was already thinking that maybe she should take one time Charles to help her, maybe he would be the perfect specimen for this kind of thing. He was not maybe as possessive as Damon was and not as eager to fuck all the time. Mariella knew that if she would take Damon, there would be no chatting, but just fucking.
She went to shower first and washed herself so she would not be so scented when she went to have some breakfast. And then when morning came, she went to breakfast. Kitchen was full, Salvatores were all there as well the men and wolves too. Damon was already there, eating in peace and quiet.
He had a big pile of food in front of him. It was mostly Mimi's made, as it was perfect for him, and he had prepared her food and made her coffee too. Mariella went and got her tray, filled with various dishes, and carried it to the table, next to Damon. He seemed normal and relaxed, and no danger emanated from him.
Mariella started to eat, and Damon said, " When you've eaten, darling, if you don't mind, we're going to go and clean Mimi's alpha power."
Now Damon was talking normally. And there was no sign of that on his part. Damon had buried it deep inside him again, and Mariella vowed, one day, to find that side and bring it out, only now without the edged weapons. And in bed. Fucking with that could be wild. And number two, too. She glanced at him and imagined his wild side. Oh my god, what an excellent ride she would get from those two.
Mariella said, her voice filled with exhaustion, "I'm fine. I am finally free now. I can do it, even if I was working all night. It was lovely, and I felt like I had accomplished so much. I feel so satisfied with my work."
Damon looked at his wife steadily, his gaze piercing, and said softly, hissing almost, "So did I, darlin. Been workin' all night long, and it was good... So am I quite satisfied, but I could do more too..."
Oh fuck, that side was still so fucking shallow. She could not utter a word. She was momentarily frozen before she could get her hand moving, taking a bite and eating again, and, knowing the smirk on number two's face, said it all. She was playing with fire and she better behave, or things would get ugly for her pretty soon. Well, fine, Mariella thought. It's going to be okay. Everything would be fine and he would not attack on her if she only behaved. No need to make him do it.
They finished eating, and Damon stood up, waiting for Mariella. He walked behind her, guiding her forward. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the room, creating a sense of unease. He was all over Mariella. She was just not sure if he was being friendly as his hands, and fingers grazed her neck quite freaking often. His dark chuckle next to her ear sent a shiver down her spine, making her feel herself quite unsteady.
Then they came to one room, and Mimi was asleep in there. The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the walls. She was naked, covered with a sheet, and she was not looking peaceful but rather tired, but she was out cold and pale. The air in the room was heavy, tinged with a faint scent of antiseptic. The room was perfectly clean, with no smell of blood as she had been moved here and there was no mark, no scar on Mimi's neck. But the very fact that Mimi was asleep told Mariella that Damon was definitely not finished with her.
Damon said, his voice filled with a sinister undertone, "Well, the transplant went well and we shall see what it does to her. It can be repeated as other things too, darlin.. if you ever misbehave enough...."
Mariella remained silent, her heart pounding in her chest. Damon's vampire claw was right above her carotid artery, pressing ever so slightly, and she suppressed her need to swallow. He was right against her, his presence suffocating, and chuckled into her ear, taking his claw out from her neck. He was moving to Mimi.
As Damon took the sheet off her body, Mariella saw that Mimi's body was intact, with no scar anywhere, and her breathing was light and slow. Damon had marked those points in her skin with a marker. There were red dots all over her torso. Her hands were restrained in strong heavy-duty cuffs and Mariella could smell her blood as Damon grunted and moved one cuff to see it was secure. Mimi's wrist oozed a little blood.
Damon had already put Mimi in the spiked cuffs, ready to go, and said, "I'll do the pressing, you do the wiping. Now, pleasure doesn't matter when you have to do this with as much force as possible. And it's going to be hard. Her power is about a hundred times dirtier than mine was and you remember how hard that was to get clean, we need to get as much of this gunk off of her power and this will be painful, she will resist as much as possible but I have flanks reserved."
Mariella nodded and picked up a stack of towels. She put around Mimi and onto the floor too. Damon had cut Mimi's blonde hair short, really short. Mimi would only get a shower at the end. Damon had a big tub next to him, where he would then energetically wipe off any splashes that arose.
They started, and Mimi was awake almost from the start. Damon pressed and slashed. The knife in his hand was brutally big, but this was not the same as what he had had yesterday. Damon had paralyzed her vocal cords so that Mimi wouldn't scream. Other salvatores were also around to help if needed.
Damon's eyes were electric blue sparkling as he kept on energy vision on so he could see where to press and slash, if Mimi had done to this alone she would have felt where to press but she would not press hard enough as no one can hurt themselves that bad. Damon was strong, and he did not spare his strength.
Mimi's torso was soon one enormous bruise but there was no mercy as thick black gunk, smelly, oozed out from her. Her blood and pain stank in the air and there was this side of Damon quite superficial as he enjoyed her pain and flanked her mercilessly, keeping her helpless.
I thought as I woke up to someone trying to press my sternum against my spine. You've got to be fucking kidding me. First, a day of flank sedatives, being drugged out of my mind followed by lord knows how long of fear, terror stabbing, and now these decided to cleanse my alpha power. My body was on fire and, of course, I tried to fight back with what I got and I had no idea why on earth these two had decided to attack me. I could do this weekly and in gentler way.
When there's something to enjoy about that job. I could do this on my own with pleasure, too. But not when it looks like it's time for me to be hurt and hurt hard. I was tender all over from all day from the stabbing session, brutal one that is, and then this. Damon was relentless and poked me in the flank with that god damn sedative syringe as if I fought back too hard. I was drugged, and these were quite freaking strong flanks.
At one point, he said, "Keep it up, and you can be sure that the next time this has to be done, which will be in about six months, I'll jelly you up a week in advance with a tranquilizer jelly so fucking strong you can't even piss." His voice was rather angry, and he meant every freaking word.
I tried my best to be nice. I was not sure how many salvatores there were at one point hurting me, but flanks, I got, my mind was muddled mess of pain and suffering. My voice was down so I could not answer him, but I knew that I might clean my power sooner a few times, so it was a little surprise if he decided at some point to try to torture me again.
I didn't want the jelling threats and decided to hold out as long as I could without ever moving. That way, I got fewer flank shots. not much less, but I liked to think that I got spared from a few of them, at least. I was in pain and a lot of it in the whole freaking time. The cleaning took 30 hours. Damon was drenched in sweat, Number Two was exhausted, Mariella was raggedy tired, and as for how I felt, I don't think there was any appropriate word to describe it.
I was dirty, tired, and exhausted on so many levels, I didn't think it was possible. I ached, hurt, throbbed, was sore, and was in pain. In so many different ways, I didn't know which was the worst. Damon unchained me, dragged me into the shower, and washed me, even though I was like a wet rag.
I was legless and I guess number two was there too to wash me as gunk had pushed an incredible amount out of me. Even from my face. The showering hurt. I tried to squirm and number two flanked me, so I was limp in their grip as they washed me. They probably were gentle but to my state of being, it felt like powerwash and I was way too sore to enjoy it, but now on top of it, I was flanked, too.
Number one carried me out of the shower. He wrapped me in a bathrobe, and then Charles came and picked me up and carried me into the other room, where he dried me off, very gently, murmuring to me all the time as he sensed my soreness and helped me into a nightgown, gave me three capsules to swallow, potent painkillers ala Salvatore and probably lay next to me until I fell asleep, which wasn't long because I was so fucking exhausted.
Damon took Mariella into one bedroom, and they went to sleep first, and after 24 hours of sleep, they started fucking. Two and three joined in. Damon didn't even ask about Mimi. Now he just fucked and let his cruel side fall back to sleep. He had had his fun, and it was good to put that side to sleep so there would be no nasty surprises for Mariella.
When Mariella tried a couple of times, she kind of had to. She wanted to test-run it. Damon said, "Darling, if you don't want to be without your straps on my head for two weeks, then stop, and right now."
Then Mariella understood, that stopping was the way to go and properly so. They were going pretty damn wild. And nothing was enough or too much. Everything was happening—even a little dagger play. Not to that extent, but with pleasure, and a bit of danger. Damon's eyes flashed a few times, just like with Mimi, but he pulled that part down, enjoying those little whiffs of Mariella's fear that those moments had brought on.
Mimi slept for a week. Adam and Charles watched her, and Mimi went to the toilet a couple of times, but she didn't come to eat until after the week. The wolves were playing with salvatores, and Adam and Charles were cooking, playing console games, and watching TV.
Charles had once again got all the records back for himself. Mimi was in good spirits and ate her breakfast. The men had not yet thought about what they would do, but now Mimi was free, and it had been so long since they had been in bed with her. Charles sensed she needed special treatment, and he had told it to Adam too. Now they were waiting for just the right time to do it.
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