19. When I Kissed The Teacher.

The next time I woke up, I was much better. I was no longer on medication, but I thought I'd eat first now that I knew I was not in very good shape. I was really pissed off. I was fine, but the whole fucking torture session and the gentleman didn't even realize what he'd done, and then he took me and crushed me, left me to my own devices, and I don't know how long I'd been in bed before he came back.

But I'd learned the lesson of the flea that you move on, you don't get stuck, and I picked up my phone and checked the time. I had apparently been asleep for two days. I was still only wearing Damon's shirt, so I left it on and just put my dressing gown on.

Amazingly, I could still hear Salvatore talking to Adam and Samuel; he was still in the house. I heard Adam's voice and was surprised by that, too, but I was realistic now and assumed nothing. I touched my neck. It was strange to feel the smooth skin and a little nub where my pheromone glands were growing. I was very grateful for that, even though I had learned how to be without them, so somehow, I felt more like myself immediately when I had the pheromones. I still remember the whole torture session, and I never let it go. I had put it in its place, and Damon no longer had the right to wipe them away.

 I went to the kitchen again and got more food. Damon made me sit down and now stuffed me properly. I was no longer sore. I wasn't concentrating on listening to what the men were talking about, as I wondered what to do next. I felt pretty full, and I noticed the men discussing cooking. Feel free. I ate. This time, it actually invigorated me, not tired me.

I said, "I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going to do something."

Damon looked at me and said, " Yeah, go ahead. You're out of meds. And by the way, baby, thanks for the healing booster. I picked it up when it worked better for me than it did for you. You can do the dental stuff for me anytime you want."

I said nothing back as I walked back into one of the other bedrooms. I knew what I wanted to do. Go to the gym. I had such a rage in me that I thought I'd take it out on the gym, and as I was in slim shape, the men might not have let me do it if I'd told them what I was going to do. I then went into the bedroom, took off the shirt Damon had given me, and put it in the cupboard. It would go.

I went into the shower, and oh my god, when I scrubbed up and cleaned myself, somehow, I felt so dirty. I washed my hair four times and myself twice, at least. I came out and started drying my long red hair. Once I got it dry, I put it in a tight braid and wrapped it up in a bun. Then I got moving again to go to the gym. It would really do my rage good.

I had a great workout outfit. I had discovered a pair of high-waisted jeans that hugged my skin snugly but allowed me to move freely. Occasionally, I would wear them, and they fit me perfectly. Along with a comfortable sports bra and a technical tee shirt, I felt ready to go.

Slipping on a pair of sneakers, I made my way toward the basement door, where I was unexpectedly greeted by Adam, Samuel, and Damon.

Trying to maintain innocence despite heading to the gym, Adam questioned, "Where are you off to, missy?"

Before I could respond, Damon's intense gaze scanned me, his voice husky and his eyes oozing seduction. However, I wasn't one to be easily swayed.

Damon remarked, "Those jeans. One day, I'll tear them apart."

I smiled politely. Adam approached me, pinning me against the wall, his dominant and demanding presence clear. His gaze was far from clinical. He searched for my shirt hem, neatly tucked inside my jeans, and his hands grazed my bra.

He whispered, "You know, Mimi, I see your bra as a seductive invitation. I've wanted to tear it off your body."

Breaking free from his grasp, I smiled at all three of them and said, "Boys, boys, I'm just headed to the gym for a workout. Nothing more. You should probably continue in the kitchen. I'll need some nourishment when I'm done. How about you cook me some more treats?"

Damon's eyes flashed with a mix of emotions. My tone had struck a chord, and he wasn't in the mood for playful banter. He approached me, pressing me against the wall, his body close to mine.

In a silky and dangerous voice, he whispered in my ear, "Mimi, darling, I love you, but don't command and tell me what to do."

Oh, how I always seemed to lose my self-control.

A mischievous thought popped into my head, and I couldn't resist voicing it, "Damon, sometimes it's easier to give direct, explicit instructions rather than ask for too much. Would you like me to list what I want to eat so that you can please me thoroughly?"

Just as I had recovered from a surge of anger, why did I have to open my mouth again?

Damon remained pressed against me and warned, "Darling, you better learn to negotiate, or..."

He forcefully pressed on my liver, causing immense pain and fracturing two of my ribs before finally letting go. Fine. I walked gracefully into the gym and kept my mouth shut. Me and my sentence. But it was a fantastic sentence.

I took out my rage and unloaded. I'd learned from Magnum that I should remember something that I want to unload that helps. So oh fuck that, I had targets. Everything from the New York gig and things I'd done before. My rage came out when I started practicing.

Magnum taught them. When I had always been in a fight club, well, I was also a pretender, and then I adopted the opponent's moves. Sometimes, they were good, and some Magnum had told me to forget when my physics wasn't helping in those.

I had my routine. The set punches, kicks, strikes, and jumps had to go through first; you had to do the right amount of them, and then you had to do distinct sets. I didn't just follow one routine; I adapted and made additional sets, combined kicks, and punches; well, at some point, I could show them to Magnum and see what he thought about it.

 As I turned around, Damon entered the gym, his presence commanding attention. He wore a crisp white sleeveless shirt that showcased his muscular arms, paired with jeans and sneakers. His piercing gaze assessed me, and I met his gaze with a cool demeanor. 

"It's my business how I channel my rage," I asserted, my voice steady. "It's tied to my vampire side, and I must maintain complete control. So, I will continue."

Damon closed the distance between us, his voice low and challenging. "I'm not here to stop you. In fact, I'm here to offer a minor challenge. Care to fight me?"

I regarded Damon with a calm gaze, my tone laced with defiance. "And what about you? Dare you to face me when I'm consumed by anger? I won't hold back."

Damon grunted, his determination clear. "I'm not looking for niceties either. A good physical fight might benefit us both."

Without hesitation, I struck Damon forcefully in the belly, sending him flying several meters backward. He swiftly regained his footing, his resolve unbroken, and advanced towards me. We engaged in a fierce battle, my anger fueling every blow. Thoughts of his faults and past transgressions fueled my strikes, releasing my pent-up frustration. 

Damon proved to be a formidable opponent, showcasing his strength, experience, and agility. However, my small stature, unpredictability, ferocity, and agility made me a worthy match. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as we clashed. He wiped his lips after one of my hits, while I held my side, feeling the impact of his blow on three ribs. Yet, I healed, as I always do.

After what seemed like an hour of intense combat, Damon looked at me, his voice laced with a peculiar excitement. "Let it surface. Embrace your bloodlust. Come on, I'm a delectable meal waiting to be devoured."

In response, I activated my food radar, feeling my fangs elongate as hunger coursed through me. I lunged at Damon, who fought back with equal fervor. His arousal and demeanor had shifted, adding an unfamiliar intensity to our clash. 

"Oh, baby, you're truly captivating when you're hungry," Damon husked, his voice laced with desire. "Come on..."

With determination, I finally knocked him down. Straddling him, I could feel my hair attempting to turn white and my nails inching towards becoming long, black, poisonous claws. However, I maintained control. Squeezing his chest with my thighs, I sank my teeth into his neck, indulging in a voracious and insatiable thirst. I drank greedily, dominating the moment as he surrendered beneath me.

When I'd had enough to drink, Damon kept going. He was annoying and kept my rage on display long enough for my bloodlust to come out again, and I attacked. He wasn't an easy victim, but I got him under me again and drank several times.

Then Damon said, "Come on, now let yourself feel what's next, be a vampire. What's next? What are you looking for? What do you feel? "

I was silent. My food radar was no longer on, but Damon, shirt wet, hair falling out on his forehead with a dangerous look on his face, was a damn magnificent sight. Damon saw or smelled something and said, " That's right, feel the lust; it belongs to a vampire, always after a good meal. It's sex, come on baby, feel it."

Fine, this seduced me, and good. I attacked Damon, we fought, and I threw him against the wall, shredding his shirt, so that he was soon shirtless. It was like a command to him, and he took control back.

Although we continued to fight, Damon now had a license, so our fight went back to Mr. Salvatore, ripping my shirt open. Fine then, let's have an open shirt. He knocked me down and started feverishly undoing the buttons on my jeans. I stood up.

Now, we have a rule that what one person can get open, they can't put it back closed. But these jeans had quite a few buttons, and these were like a second skin on me. Damon then had to rip my shirt off. Fine, I still have my bra on. Then my bra came off. Then he knocked me down again and went at my jeans, starting by shredding them with his vampire claw to get me naked. I had shredded his jeans, too.

The lust inside me exploded to quite an extent. He had quickly undressed himself and attacked me, kissing me as hard, brutal, and fucking possessively as he could. We hadn't been intimate for a long time, if you don't count the breeding.

His hands were not gentle as he took my thighs and twisted them apart; now, he didn't even speak. He pushed into me half forcefully, and I had no choice but to accept the huge, hot intruder inside me. My pussy burned, and I felt like I was going to burst. He couldn't fit inside me, but he just pushed all the way in, again and again, giving no mercy.

And he was horny, and I was as horny as I'd ever been. No, this girl wasn't horny, to begin with. But now Damon was dominating and hard. I couldn't get under him anywhere as I was trapped under him with my legs spread, a huge, relentless cock pounding the bottom of my pussy over and over, relentlessly.

The sounds of our sex and the smells filled the entire gym, but we had no limits. We needed each other, and badly. I bit and marked, and we fucked again with a fury that neither of us had released for a while. We were uninhibited, brazen, passionate. We needed this. It had literally been over a year since we'd been this passionate, and we needed it.

We dedicated that gym with fucking precision. I didn't even realize at what point we'd gotten to our main bedroom, but yes, we spent time there. Two months. We fucked our way across the house and into the stacks. Adam was with us part of the time, and I let my vampire side come out.

However, it was quickly and effectively put down by the power of Salvatore. He obviously couldn't be bothered to play with that side now. As soon as there was a hint that my hair was going to change colour then Damon stuck his teeth into my neck, drank my blood, gave me some fucking drugged up dental stuff and kept fucking me, I could have so played with Adam but no.

Adam left somewhere in between. I don't know why, and I didn't have to wonder. There seemed to be no end to our passion. My soul sang like it hadn't sung in a long time, and I felt a tidal wave of all the emotions I had denied myself.