11. Help Me Dr. Dick.

I woke up in bed all drugged up, and my first thought was oh, really? Mild overreaction, but hey, this is my life. I waited a while for my head to clear a bit, went to the bathroom, peed, and found myself in a Wisconsin house. Excellent. We had a wing here almost ready to go, so we could, or I could, get it fixed up. I was heading to the kitchen and passed one bedroom when I saw Mimosa and Mirella getting a wonderful ride.

Feel free. Now, first to eat and then to the spa section. If I worked hard all day in the wing, I could enjoy myself. In this house, I had a kitchen and a pleasure for the girls, and I thought I might make use of it as long as I tuned up in the sauna first. I ate just as big a meal as I decided to. This is fun, this independence, me myself attitude. Just perfect. And then it's off to work.

I tidied up my rooms and admired my orchids. I'd fixed up the aquariums earlier and sat just looking at my fish for a while. I had quite a collection of deliveries brought here, so I had a lot to do, putting so many rooms in order, and I was very happy with the locking mechanism on each door. I knew that for example Mirella had not bothered to put other than normal locks on her doors on her floors and Mimosa had no locks whatsoever. I had and these would require a passcode and each door would be programmed separately. So I can ensure my own peace if I need it. 

I had also built-in safes and other places and I had here some of my stuff from my safety deposit boxes too, so I used my time and put those in hiding, in case someone stumbled in them and saw them. They were mine and I ain't big on sharing these things. I had actually quite fun when I put up my rooms. I know that Mimosa and Mirella were eager for men because they had put their wings or whatever for so long already so this was not so novel a thing for them, but for me, this was almost heaven.

I was in charge and I could see how my vision had worked in so many places and I could see what I wanted in other places, too. For example, my colors, what combo worked, and what not. I found one firm that made carpets you could select a color to, or send your design and you could get custom-made carpet rolls so I had designed quite a few different ones, and one with pastel shades and Mimosa's colors was nice onto the floor, I had that so many rolls left over.

I had several rolls left over and different colors, too. You could cut and make rugs if you liked because some of them had long tufted onto them and they were wonderful to walk on. Of course, cleaning would be one thing, but we had our firm that would get access to wings that had been lived on, in need of cleanup.

Now, as I had gotten to know Charles real well, I was not so sure that he would not pressure himself into wings if he really needed or wanted, as well as Salvatore could do that too, so we needed to be firm but Charles was the pack leader and if he would draw up that card, then I would have no other choice than obey. I was tribrid, but my wolf side had loyalty and a pack mentality that it respected an alpha, so it was clear to me how I would do in that situation. What would Mimosa or Mirella do? I did not know because even though Mimosa is the wolf; she is not normal, and she is quite dominant herself but bribable. 

I thought long and hard whole local farm thing and it is hard for men to see me talking to other men and see that they are attracted to me. Of course, I am supernatural; I have my own aura and humans are naturally attracted to it, but it is a question of trust, and those men did not trust me at all. They just thought that I would jump into bed with every good-looking man. Well. If they would come in base sometimes, there were fine specimens in fleas, and many of those that would make men lose their nerves, but nothing ever happens. 

I thought to myself that yeah, at least those men didn't miss me that badly because they just seem to be getting fucked, but soon I'll get to the spa and try out the new crawler and the new stimulant. Oh, it's going to be perfect.

In the comfort of my perfect nest, I marveled at my handiwork. A painting of a pastel-colored sunset adorned one wall, while a large television hung by a bracket on another. The windows were expansive and pristine, adorned with delicate pink ruffle curtains. Taking up most of the room was my luxurious, five-person bed, leaving ample space for other furnishings.

I particularly enjoyed the presence of two different night tables, one on each side of the bed. Flanking the windows were two columns of vibrant flowers. The floor was covered in a long, tufted carpet, featuring soft shades of peach, white, and gentle black. This carpet, looking like Mimosa's fur, was maybe a little over the top, as Damon had tortured Mimosa, skinned her, and then accidentally turned Mimosa's pelt into a magical pelt. However, that was all in the past now.

The remaining walls were painted in a calming light pastel pink and yellow, creating a serene atmosphere. Adorning one wall was a decorative bookstand, filled with medical literature, risque sex books, and books about alpha females. The ceiling, painted in a light pastel blue, was a detail I had insisted on, recognizing that ceilings were another canvas for decoration. Spotlights were installed onto the walls, allowing for adjustable lighting.

Leaving my perfect nest, I locked the door, knowing that only I had the access code to enter. Moving on, I made my way to the sauna to ensure it was heating properly, and that I had all the necessary supplies.

My muscles were weary from the physical exertion of organizing my rooms. I had even filled three large aquariums, placing them in various rooms, including the bedrooms. Lifting heavy bags of sand and gravel to line the aquariums proved challenging, not to mention filling them with water. Thankfully, I had a hose to ease the task. Despite the fatigue, I was content with my accomplishments for the day, and it was time to reward myself.

There was no need to rely on others; I indulged in an enormous meal while waiting for the sauna to heat up. I had her a fully made kitchen and some food for myself so there was no need to go public side to eat. I could eat peace of the wing and I realized just how wonderful this own peace, nest mentality is, my safety.

As it was winter, this was far north to have snow on the ground. I had little inspiration for that too. The frigid temperatures and falling snow outside inspired me for tomorrow's plans. I decided to create various snow structures, such as snowmen and perhaps even a snow castle. I hadn't made a final decision yet, but I relished the idea of being playful and engaging in whimsical activities. It wasn't always necessary to focus on work or the concerns of the world; sometimes, it was simply about being present and finding joy in building snowmen.

It was time to relax and enjoy myself. This had been a long day. My time in the spa was something that I deserved. I went to the spa and put the scent of lilac in my bathwater, and then I ran myself a bath with the scent of the lily of the valley. I plunged into the hot water and relaxed completely. This was as wonderful as it could be. I lay in the bath, just enjoyed myself, and then permitted my hands to get busy. I could treat myself a bit too. Pleasure was just good for me, too. 

First, I started touching my nipples, pinching, rubbing, and brushing them. Touching my breasts, which were now probably almost a cup size bigger, even though I was recovering and everything. When I got in shape, yes, it showed. No problem, but when the clothes didn't necessarily fit so well without the bra. But I'd got them, too. Bra was not so nice always but sometimes very must if you wanted your clothes to fit as they should. Damon had given me a little boobjob so to speak. 

I let my hands start to go down, and I was pretty damn sensitive. One little light touch on my clit made me gasp and almost arch. At least I lifted my hips instinctively. It was quite obvious that my body really wanted this sort of treatment, but I was all up for it. Time to enjoy myself properly. You don't need a man to get yourself off.

Fine, let's take it easy then. I stroked my inner thighs, pussy lips too, and dipped one finger inside me first, rubbed my g-spot, and lifted my hips up again. I served myself. Good. Excellent. Great. Eventually, I had to stop and go to the sauna. I got out of the tub and went into the sauna. I was trying to get myself to come but same time I did not let myself come just yet. It was time to amp this up, so to speak.

I had a stimulant with me, and before I got up on the rack, I stuck the tube deep into my cunt and squeezed it in. This was a small tube, but this was quite strong stuff so soon I would feel this and well, too. It was nice to make myself as aroused as I could be and I had no idea at this time that I was preparing for the future and this was supposed to happen. My little sex drive and lust were supposed to be strong.

And then I stuck a couple of fingers in and spread it around as well as I could, restraining myself, but only just. I was so damn ready, but this feeling was wonderful and irritating same time. I went over to the deck and started water hitting the stove. The scent of lilacs mixed up with the heady scent of my arousal, mixing the scent of strawberries and champagne.

This was quite a combo of scents in this sauna too and I was not so sure that this absorbed into walls, so next time whoever comes here, will smell what I have done. I lifted my legs in front of me and let them spread out.

I rubbed and stroked myself; my fingers had had the remnants of arousal gel on them, and now I rubbed them into my nipples, which were growing in size. There was a rather peculiar smell in the sauna of strawberries, champagne, and lilacs from my steam, and it was getting stronger by the minute.

Then I took a crawler and put it on crawling slowly into my cunt, and sent the entire vision back to Salvatore's mind saying, "Just think, my dear, little paranoid husband of mine, that what I am fantasizing right in this minute, or who. I am treating myself and letting my mind wander and you can never know who will be the target of my fantasy."

Silky soft answer in mind was undeniably heated as he murmured into my mind, "Oh, some naughty girl, a real little bitch, has woken up and is doing something forbidden there. I will ensure that there will be no fantasizing about strangers, little bitch. You can be sure of that."

 I fell on my back on the deck, hit steam lazily, and gave the crawler room to work on my pussy while keeping my legs properly apart. My hips were undulating by the power of this ecstasy. I came hard, screamed almost out loud, and let the crawler just keep going. I turned up the intensity one notch higher. This was so amazing and time did not matter at all.

Soon, I started panting again, just about to come. Suddenly I felt hands on my body. Someone took the remote control in his hand and turned off my crawler. I opened my eyes and looked into the two ice blue fierce eyes that showed me how he murdered my crawler. How crushed it into his hands. He had just gone to shower, his hair was wet, and he had just washed himself before coming here. He was quite a magnificent-looking specimen, must say, but then again, I was very aroused.

Then he threw my broken sex toy into the trash and said, voice oozing danger, dominance, and lust too, "Looks like you little bitch need to be dealt with properly. Doesn't the little bitch remember that you can't come in without permission?"

I said, " Bad memory. Damn bad memory. And when I have needs. You three were with Mimosa and Mirella. I have my needs, and I can take care of myself, Salvatore. I am not so good girl when I need some pleasure so I can treat myself just as fine. And my orgasm was wonderful." My voice was thick with lust and there was defiance in it too.

He leaned closer, whispering to my ears, "That orgasm is nothing comparing what I am about to make you feel, and for good too. " He was naked, and I could see his gigantic cock standing erect and ready. That must feel great, I thought.

I said with a husky murmur," Is that a promise, Salvatore?"

Damon looked at me and said, " Oh, you are so eager. It is more than a promise. I'll train you yet, my bitch. You will learn that I will be the one who will give you your true orgasm, not mechanical aids. "

I smiled at him, saying, "Oh really, I am not sure about that. That crawler was pretty good and I have this stimulant is working."

He said in a low, dangerous voice, his expression more dominant now, " On your fours, little bitch, and now."

I smiled, lay on my back, and let my hand wander down. My defiance was still on. I was an alpha bitch, not so easy to scare into obedience.

He grabbed me by my throat and my wrist, too. The choke on my throat was hard, and he broke my wrist just by squeezing it. I looked into his eyes and saw how horny he already was.

He grabbed my other hand and lifted me by my throat to sit up and said, "Little bitch, on your fours."

I then went on all fours, and he pressed my upper body against the boards, started sinking into my ass, and again demanded submission and surrender. And I'm not that easy. But he was strong. Lusty, dominant, and this was our game of dominance and submission.

I felt the hot, huge, relentless glans begin to press into my entrance and surreptitiously push past my sphincter as if it were no barrier and nothing. He took it, and I submitted it. The burning in my ass was at the same time super erotic and almost painful, and I felt him fucking my ass shallowly, teasing, stimulating until I was forced to surrender, and he took me completely fucking my ass mercilessly and hard with the speed and force he commanded, and I just took it.

He held my hands behind my back and controlled me completely. I felt him finally explode in my bowels and start filling me with his lovely, warm, thick cream. Then he turned me onto my back and strangled my throat with one hand and insisted that I spread my legs properly, and then he penetrated me all at once and started fucking me hard and roughly.

Deeply and mercilessly, taking me and my pussy as hard as he could. He either strangled my throat or else put his palm over my mouth and nose so I couldn't breathe and said, "Better breathe, little bitch. "

I tried to breathe and pull air in, and at the same time, he kept fucking me to such a huge orgasm that I wasn't even sure I was there at that moment when I was somewhere in the land of pleasure.

And finally exploded inside me and made me scream with pleasure, and we were stuck together as he swelled up huge and locked us together. I felt him inside me and how a thick wave of love spread inside me spurt after spurt. We moved into the bedroom, and our passion, our need again, knew no bounds. At that moment, I had no one else but Damon; we were each other, and we needed this. We needed to have each other so completely. This was us, and now everything was as perfect as it could be. No shed sessions, no drugging on the farm, no drama, just our passion, love, and our freaking wild sex. Everything was now as it should be. I could feel our love. It shone like the sun in our bond and I sent my love back to him, and he sent his to me.