35. Andante, Andante.

Damon and I were together, I liked to go shopping, and Damon was my bodyguard or my boyfriend, my tormentor, the seducer who had finally got his reward. The trip to New York had gone off without a hitch, well without a hitch and without a hitch when you have an ancient and confident seducer sitting next to you who seemed to sense my intentions to make it 1-0 and was determined to gear up.

My heat would not be in a hurry yet. It would happen like it was time, and Damon was now just determined to get me back to the point where we could fuck again. This time my humanity would be on and now he would make it the way it was meant to be.

We would be mostly in hotels as Adam was supposed to be downtown and the pack house was too far away and not that amazing, according to him. We were still sitting in the car on the way to the hotel and I was thinking in my mind that I would actually have the money to buy a house; I was already so rich. 

Funny thing, my going to gigs seemed so far away and then I knew I had safe deposit boxes, even in New York. I had never been to a safe deposit box, and I was curious. Maybe now I would get a chance to go with Damon to see what they contained. I'd like to see now what the gentleman had in mind. Something about him sitting next to me looking so damn confident and smug.

I said as we approached the hotel, " Oh, you know what? I could go check out a couple of safe deposit boxes here while we're in New York. I have them in five banks here."

Damon looked at me, leaned over and blew in my ear, whispered, " That's an interesting fact, baby, but I don't know how long you want to do it once we get to the hotel, I'll show you a few tricks and I don't know how long we'll be in bed."

I blushed as I wondered if I was going to be the same kind of sex beast I had been with Adam, and that seemed so damn far away, too.

 Being a vampire brought new challenges all the time and for me now it wasn't the bloodlust but the need to control, to dominate. Even Damon was flashing through my mind. The thought of him under me, and me using him however I wanted, almost scared me.

Damon grunted, looked at me more closely, and said, " My lady, your vampire side is pretty wild, and I can tell you will not have me under you. You can stop sending those images."

Oh fuck, I didn't even realize I had sent them to Damon. I watched out the window as the car crept through the streets of New York as we crept towards the hotel. People were going about their business, doing their jobs, living their lives, unaware of how many supernatural beasts were among them.

Adam said from the front seat, "I'm leaving you now at the hotel and I'm going on to a meeting, a consultation, I'll be in touch and Samuel is back at his clinic so it's just you two, so behave yourselves. "

Damon just grunted something, and the car stopped, he got out of the car first, walked around to my door, looked very carefully around and I felt he was scanning people's thoughts, then he opened the door, helped me out, and then the car started moving as soon as he had finished handing our bags from the boot to bellboy who came out to meet me.

He wrapped his arms around me and ushered me quite briskly into the hotel. I had not been to gigs in New York, so this was quite new to me. I was used to fancy places. Yes, I had not been gigging to Las Vegas even, but this hotel was gorgeous.

Damon went up to the desk and said, "Suite booked under Salvatore. "

The woman nodded and handed over the pass. Damon smiled, and the woman blushed. Somehow, I got the impression that Damon had been to this hotel before and I didn't want to wonder why. We got into the lift and the bellboy showed us to our room, carried our bags and Damon gave a generous tip, watched the door close, and then relaxed but only marginally.

He said to me, "I have been in this hotel very many times, but I have never brought a woman here. Or fucked here, so you're my very first, my baby." 

 I laughed and started exploring this magnificent suite. There was a really big bed with a remote control. The bed was shaking; it was a sort of massage bed, and the bedroom was huge. I pictured myself in the jacuzzi, relaxing and enjoying. There was a television, but somehow I didn't think we were going to watch it at all.

There was a private kitchen and a big fridge, and it was full of all sorts of goodies. I was looking at them for a while and Damon came and moved me aside, took a basket, and started looking at the goodies, putting some in the basket and quite a lot of them.

Then, when he had finished emptying the fridge, he went to talk on the phone and order new things for the fridge. Apparently, those goodies were then not suitable for me. 

I walked around the suite and noticed that Damon had already unpacked our bags, at least he had plenty of clothes for me, he seemed to have his own way of doing things and, for example, well, I could wear a shirt, many days or if I wore something for a couple of hours. There was no need to wash it. I always had these half-used clothes on me, and that was fine.

But when Damon was with me, he was always putting all my clothes in the laundry, all the half-used clothes. I had said nothing about it yet, but it was a bit annoying sometimes. Now when I saw how much he had packed for me, I knew he wouldn't allow half-used. I'm not annoyed about it now.

Then he came and wrapped himself around me, blew in my ear, nuzzled my neck, made little cuts, licked my blood, and let his hands wander under my clothes, his deft fingers found my breasts, my nipples and I was just a gasping, weak woman under his skillful handling as his fingers on my breasts and nipples, his mouth on my neck and shoulder got my pussy wet.

And me in a pretty horny mood, I started to be pretty sure that oh, yes; I was going to be a sex beast and good. Now I wasn't even sure about emptying the safe deposit boxes yet as my thoughts went to a much more physical side the longer this hot, horny, and very aroused man fondled me.

He grunted, and oh fuck when I felt that sound in his chest as he had pulled me into him and then that low rumble that seemed to vibrate something inside me.

In a low, passionate voice, he said, "I can smell champagne, baby. It won't be long until you're begging with your legs spread."

My legs parted, and I pressed myself against Damon even harder. He lifted me in the air, carried me to the bed, threw me on it, and looked at me hotly.

And said, "I was planning on doing this a little slower, but I don't think either of us can take it slow."

It was time to make it 1-0.

I said, "Fine, let's get started then. I'll play a little. Remember how we bonded, how I was supposed to tell you, and then you told me I have my version of that game? First, we both get naked and then we make each other alternate things. I'll start and then you go on. Let's see how long we last."

Damon looked at me, raised his eyebrow, and said, " My lady, is that a challenge? I can guarantee that I will last longer than you, absolutely. "

I laughed and undressed myself, lazily and seductively, and saw Damon's gaze just heat up.

Then we were both naked. I said to Damon, "Come on, lie back and enjoy. I'll start."

He did as instructed and I went to work beside him I started licking his neck, nibbling, dragging my fangs against his skin, letting my hands roam and my naked hot body press against him as I lay almost on top of him, I trickled down.

I made him gasp but didn't touch his cock at all, ignored it, and then took his hand, licked his fingers, sucked them, and then flopped down next to him as he was about to come, looked at him, and said, "Your turn."

Damon panted for a moment, turned on top of me, and sank his teeth into my neck, drinking so fucking hard that I came right away, panting and sweating. I'd never experienced drinking like this before and oh my god, I came hard.

Damon held my hips coldly against the bed. No matter how hard I tried to lift it up, grind it against his hand, he had no mercy. When he had finished drinking, he removed his teeth from my neck and licked it, nibbled, let his hands wander, and held me perfectly still, he spread my legs and mercilessly pushed three fingers into my pussy, hard and fast, moving them back and forth there and grinding my G-spot.

He said, "How much longer baby, when are you going to start begging, I told you, I'll make you beg and easily, I'm not playing any torture game now, I'm showing you how easy you are, and how skilled I am."

Then he slowed down, built up my orgasm, built up and built up until I was shaking all over my body, sweating and moaning, panting.

He whispered in my ear, "Come on baby, start begging, how much longer.."

I made my mouth work and said, "Please let me come, please take me, and now, please, please. I beg you to take me and fuck me. "

Damon laughed, pulled his fingers out, came on top of me, and lifted one of my legs on his shoulder as he thrust all the way to my cunt at once. I was aroused but that thick, enormous cock just pushed all the way in and my pussy burned and heated as it tried to accommodate its huge intruder.

Not that Damon gave it any time as he began to thrust again and again relentlessly all the way to the bottom, holding onto my hips or my waist, looking at me with eyes almost black with lust.

I closed my eyes as my pussy adjusted and waves of pleasure developed in the pit of my stomach; I knew that even that recent orgasm he had had just by drinking from me would be nothing compared to what was now developing in my hips.

I exploded, screamed, and felt hard, heated waves of lust pounding in my stomach, my hips, my pussy squeezing repeatedly on Damon's cock and he grunted in satisfaction, continuing his relentless fucking, and soon had me going for another climax.

I clutched the bedclothes with the need of my life and felt the sweat dripping on my skin, the orgasm completely exploded me again and this time Damon put his hands under my back, lifted my upper body in the air, and sank his teeth into my neck.

I slammed mine into his neck; I felt him flood my insides and hot jets of one after another filled my womb, then flooded my abdominal cavity and I felt the heat spreading there too. I greedily drank more of Damon's blood.

I bit into his flesh, not his vein and I now felt our mating bond much stronger, then I realized we had just claimed each other, we marked each other as our own and now we were truly a couple. We were fucking, violently, passionately, and time didn't matter now.

Neither of us was fully used to the mating bond at first and it was a bit challenging as we could feel each other's sensations, but slowly control developed and we both felt our own sensations and we shared a relationship, a bond so deep I never thought it was possible.

I knew Damon on a whole different level and he knew me; I don't know if I had as much mystery as Damon had for me, but our bond grew, our passion knew no bounds and I felt my soul singing and life was truly wonderful. Sex was incredible, but this connection, this was what made me fall in love with Damon so completely, to trust him. He was mine, and I was his. We were each other, and I wanted this feeling to never end. 

I don't know how long our marathon lasted. At one point I fell asleep sweaty, smelling of sex after climbing on top of Damon, and it was safe and wonderful to be there. Now I remembered nothing bad, not the pain, the hurt, despair, or panic, but a deep love and trust, a bond I could never break.

When I think about that time, it was almost how our bond came to be; I mean, we had been together for a few years, but that moment, that hotel room created a bond that I could never get rid of, even to this day. Even though we have been apart and that bond has been broken more than once, somehow that connection between us has always remained. It's just the universe's way of telling and showing me that we two belong together. Although it is very disturbing we may have others, we belong together, and when I admit this, I am now a gentle, soft, Mimi wife who never wants to let it go. Never. That connection had grown with us, all of our years, trials, and tribulations.