Damon Salvatore.

14.

⚠️Warning! This book is for 16 and older so if your under 16 and reading this don't report this i gave a warning and told you not to read it. Everything in the book is consensual not real and should not be read by kids 16 and under⚠️

The evening air was crisp as Damon and I stood outside the grand estate, the soft glow of lights filtering through the large windows, casting a warm, inviting glow over the manicured lawn. The event was a formal family function—one of those gatherings where everyone was expected to look their best, make polite conversation, and maintain the image of a perfect family.

Damon had been invited, as he always was, given his connections and status. But this time, he had asked me to accompany him, which was unusual. Damon didn't often bring me to these sorts of events; he preferred to keep our relationship private, away from prying eyes and gossiping tongues. But tonight was different. Tonight, he wanted me by his side.

I'd spent the entire day getting ready, picking out the perfect dress—a sleek, black number that hugged my curves in all the right places—doing my hair, and carefully applying my makeup. I wanted to look perfect for Damon, to make him proud to have me on his arm.

But as we stood there, just moments away from stepping inside, Damon turned to me, his eyes dark and intense, a small, devilish smirk playing on his lips.

"Before we go in," he said, his voice low, "I have something for you."

My heart skipped a beat at the tone of his voice, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity bubbling up inside me. "What is it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Damon reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, discreet remote, holding it up for me to see. My eyes widened as I realized what it was, my breath catching in my throat.

"A remote control vibrator," he said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "You're going to wear it tonight."

My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. The thought of wearing something like that in public, especially at a family function, was both thrilling and terrifying. But the look in Damon's eyes told me this wasn't a request—it was an order.

"Damon," I started, my voice wavering, "are you serious?"

"Completely," he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. "This is going to be a long, boring evening, and I want to have a little fun. Plus, it'll be a good reminder of who's in control, don't you think?"

I swallowed hard, the reality of the situation sinking in. The idea was scandalous, the kind of thing I never would have imagined myself agreeing to. But the thought of disobeying Damon, especially after what had happened the last time I'd crossed him, was enough to push any hesitation aside.

"Yes, Sir," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Good girl," Damon said, his smirk widening as he handed me the small device. "Put it in. We're going to be late."

With trembling hands, I took the vibrator from him, the cool, smooth surface feeling oddly heavy in my grasp. Damon watched me closely, his eyes never leaving mine as I carefully reached under my dress and positioned the device. The sensation of it settling into place was strange, a constant, subtle reminder of its presence.

Once it was in, I straightened up, smoothing out my dress and trying to compose myself. My heart was pounding, a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through me. Damon's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he slipped the remote back into his pocket, his gaze lingering on me with a possessive intensity.

"Remember," he said, his voice low and commanding, "you're to act completely normal tonight. No one should have any idea what's going on. Do you understand?"