Damon Salvatore.

15.

⚠️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 morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting soft, golden rays across the room. I lay in bed, half-awake, the events of the previous night still fresh in my mind. Damon had been his usual charming and dominant self, pushing my boundaries in ways I never could have imagined before meeting him. Every time I thought I knew what to expect, he would introduce something new, something that left me breathless and yearning for more.

Today, however, was a little different. I had a full day of classes ahead, and the thought of returning to the normalcy of university life after the intensity of last night felt almost surreal. But as I rolled over to check my phone, I noticed a text from Damon that sent a familiar thrill of anticipation through me.

Damon: Good morning, beautiful. I have something for you to wear today. Check your nightstand.

I bit my lip, my heart racing as I reached over to the nightstand, knowing exactly what I would find. Sure enough, sitting neatly beside the lamp was a small, sleek remote control vibrator—similar to the one I had worn to the family function. My pulse quickened at the sight of it, the memory of the previous night's events still fresh in my mind.

Another message buzzed in on my phone.

Damon: Wear it to class. You know what to do.

A mix of nerves and excitement fluttered in my stomach. The thought of wearing the vibrator to class was both terrifying and exhilarating. It was one thing to wear it at a formal event, surrounded by people who were too focused on appearances to notice anything amiss. But wearing it to class, surrounded by fellow students and professors? That was a whole new level of daring.

But I knew Damon well enough to understand that this wasn't a request. It was an order, and one that I couldn't refuse. He was testing me again, pushing my limits to see how far I was willing to go to please him.

Taking a deep breath, I got out of bed and went about my morning routine, all the while feeling the weight of the device in my hand. As I showered, dressed, and applied my makeup, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation building inside me. This was more than just a challenge—it was a test of my submission, a reminder of the power Damon held over me.

Finally, I slipped the vibrator into place, the familiar sensation sending a shiver down my spine. The device was small and discreet, but its presence was impossible to ignore. Every movement, every step I took, would be a constant reminder of the control Damon had over me, even from a distance.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, smoothing down my skirt and taking a deep breath. Outwardly, I looked perfectly normal—just another student preparing for a day of classes. But inside, I was anything but calm. My heart was pounding, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through me as I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.

The walk to campus was uneventful, the morning air crisp and refreshing. But as I approached the university, the reality of what I was about to do began to sink in. I was about to attend a full day of classes with a vibrator controlled by Damon, who could activate it at any moment. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.

When I arrived at my first class, I took a seat near the back of the room, hoping to avoid drawing too much attention to myself. I pulled out my notebook and pen, trying to focus on the lecture, but my mind kept drifting back to the device I was wearing and the man who held the power to control it.