31: A taste

**Warning! Sexual content**
**Jasmine**

I awoke, once again in a place I was unfamiliar with, this time not even seeing a single thing of Damon's except himself.
"Where am I?" I mumbled out with a hoarse voice. I couldn't catch a scent of anything in this place; I could hardly even smell the potency of Damon's scent. All I could get was a slight whiff of his cologne. "And what's wrong with me?"
I could hardly remember anything except for ripping someone's spinal cord from their back. After that things were pretty much a complete blur. Damon shifted from his chair and smiled down at me. My breath caught in my throat when he did, and I looked away as a foreign blush crept onto my cheeks.
"I didn't think you were going to wake up. I thought you'd sleep right through the night." And then he placed his hand on mine. I pulled it back immediately and clutched it to my chest. "Right, sorry, you must still be shaken up."
I looked back at him, a little less red and a bit more composed.
"Yes, I am. I can't remember what happened after we fought those werewolves. Did you find Macy?" I asked thinking back to the black car.
"Unfortunately, no, but don't stress about that, there is nothing you can do at the moment to help her. As for your current state, well it's because you… um…" he trailed off and then paced about in the room. It was unnerving and doing nothing to keep my composure which I had finally regained. He paused, looked up at me, bit his lip and then folded his arms as if not able to wrap his mind around what I had forgotten.
"You saved me?" It came out like a question more than anything else. But it was enough for me to remember the wolfsbane-covered dagger which had nearly stabbed Damon.
"Oh, that... um, it's not a big deal."
"It is. You literally stopped the dagger from stabbing me. You stood in front of me, wrapped your arms around me and protected me." He took a deep breath, ran his fingers through his hair and restarted his pacing. Once again, after a few moments of intense footwork, he turned towards me and spoke, "Jasmine, I don't think I can keep this up anymore. Fuck!"
I was beyond confused, and possibly on the brink of being disturbed. I'd never seen Damon act this way before, and I was pretty sure Damon had never seen Damon act this way before.
"Damon, can you start making sense please? You're acting as though I just saved your life. All I did was stand in front of you. Besides, I didn't die, so you wouldn't have either" −I paused quickly and took a moment for self-contemplation− "unless I am dead and you're acting strange because you're not you."
He chuckled and I finally decided that I was definitely dead.
"Right, so is this Heaven or Hell?"
Within a few moments he made his way towards me and sat next to me on the bed, partly startling me in the process. Slowly he took my hand in his and lifted it up to his face, allowing me to feel his smooth skin. "You’re not dead. I am just being grateful. It’s something you clearly struggle with."
And that was the Damon I remembered. I guess I was still alive and kicking.
"I knew somewhere deep down, you cared about me, but I didn’t think it was enough for you to go out of your way to sacrifice your life for me.” He sighed deeply and shook his head. “I don't want to pretend. I want you to see me, because when you took that dagger for me and you didn't wake up, all I could do was hate myself. I feared that you would never wake up, that I'd never see your angry, frustrated face again, that I'd never be able to hear you yell at me, that I'd never be able to kiss you or even hold you again. I realised, Jasmine, that I literally cannot spend a day without you anymore. I don't know what it is, but I do know you're the source of it. I−"
But I needed to stop him before he continued with this. As much as I was enjoying this conversation compared to our last, I still stood by my decision. "Damon, you need to stay away from me."
His eyes fell from mine and he chuckled sadly, "I had a feeling you'd say something like that. I had to give it a shot though, didn't I? Otherwise, I'd have regretted never telling you that I needed you."
His words tore at my heart. I hadn't meant to make him actually like me at all, but it seemed that I had made Damon addicted to me. It was partially my fault, and partially his.
We both stayed in the thick air of awkwardness for a while before I changed the topic, almost choking on the tension. "Where am I by the way?"
He nervously scratched the back of his head, "I um... I don't think you want to hear that answer right now."
I gazed up at him confused and asked why.
"Let's just say that the reason will make our parting much easier."
It was the sad look in his eyes that stopped me from asking any further questions about it.
"That bad, huh?"
He nodded. Perhaps I'd leave tomorrow's problems for tomorrow, but I still could not let go of the Macy situation. "So, no word on her? Any leads? Did you get−"
"You do know I am quite a smart man, right?" I didn't answer him and instead gave him an expectant look. He sighed, "Currently I am using every resource at my disposal to track her down. But as I said, you are in no condition to be worrying. The wolfsbane did quite the number on you and your werewolf abilities are not operating at full capacity. It's a temporary side-effect, so don’t worry too much about it."
That explained why I could not smell as well as I used to. It also explained why I felt as though I was in a freezer despite the warm sheets covering me and the heater on full blast in the corner of the room.
"Great..." I sighed and then glanced a bit more around the room, taking in the items. Everything in here was white. A white bookshelf, a white cupboard, a white chest of drawers, a white bedside table. It made me slightly uneasy, and I found myself wondering whether the rest of this place looked the same.
"I'd like to get out of this room," I said looking at the open door.
Damon shook his head. "That is not a good idea. Stay here for the night."
"Again, after what happened last time?"
He blushed slightly and then said, "It’s not like that. I'm just trying to savour the time I have left with you. If you step out of this room right now you will find out the reason for our goodbye being so easy, and I don't want that. But, if you truly feel as though you'd like to be over and done with me and that you're ready to face a few more dark secrets, then I cannot−no, I will not compel you to stay. I want you to continue making your own choices. I owe you that much at least."
I hadn't expected to see Damon like this, ever. But now that he was blatantly opening up to me and showing me that side of him that I’d only previously caught glances of, I didn’t know what to do or how to respond to him. I'd begun the process of breaking down his walls, inadvertently, and now that they were down, I was terrified. I wanted to run away and hide from it, from him and from who he was. And I hopefully would, but again, that was tomorrow's problem.
Damon softly lifted himself from the bed, and made his way to the door, but I didn't want the day to end here. If this was truly the end of us, then I wanted to end it in a way that would leave a good mark on the both of us. So, I flung the sheets off of my body and called out after him. He froze and turned around, hands on the doorpost. I neared him and once I was close enough, grabbed him by the arm and shut the door.
"Give me a good reason to stay in this room. Get down on your knees for me..."
He made no movements at all. Instead, he searched my face with a conflicted look on his own. Suddenly I became self-conscious and blushed in embarrassment. Perhaps this was too soon. I was just about to apologise and retreat shamefully back to my bed when, slowly but surely, he got down onto his knees. He looked up at me, hazel eyes glistening and vulnerable, and slowly he loosened his tie before he dropped it to the ground, as if to make his now-heavy breathing just a little easier.
"Please stay in this room. If you do, I will do anything you want." He then furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. “No, that's not what I actually meant. I might as well be honest with you tonight." His gaze returned to mine, and the next words which left his mouth had me stunned beyond words. "I want you to do whatever you want with my body. I want to be touched by you in a way that makes me never forget, so that when we are apart, I can still feel the sensation of your skin lingering on mine. Please, please make me submit to you and punish me in my place for all the things I've done to you."
I gulped. He'd just ignited a fire in me, and I was not sure whether he knew the potential consequences.
In a quick and sudden movement, I gripped him by the collar, forcing him to his feet. Slowly I unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his beautiful nakedness beneath it. I bit my lip, raking my eyes along every inch of his body, and then I leaned against him, standing on my toes so I could reach his ear.
"I want you on your hands and knees on that bed, right now." It came out in a dark, soft whisper, one that even the devil himself could not deny.
"Yes, Jasmine," he said, taking quick steps towards the bed. I picked his tie off of the ground and walked with it towards him. This night had clearly taken a turn I had not expected at all. But I couldn't deny that I was enjoying where it was heading.
I climbed on top of the bed as well and moved to his face. He looked at me and asked, "Like this?"
I nodded and placed a kiss on his lips before blindfolding him with his own tie. Next, I moved myself down his body, and slipped underneath him, aligning my face with his hips. I wasted no time unbuckling his pants, and as I did, I saw his muscles clench in excited anticipation. I smirked to myself and pulled his trousers down his hips and further down his legs.
"None of your limbs are allowed to collapse. I need you on all-fours for the entire time that I'm down here. If I see you slacking or showing any signs of fatigue, you will be punished. However, if you stay on all-fours and obey me, you will be rewarded. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Jasmine."
Slowly I lifted my hands up, gently gliding them across the skin of his inner thighs. He let out a heavy breath, and I could feel goosebumps forming on his sensitive skin. My hands carried on with their movements until they reached his underwear, and I rubbed them teasingly against his length. Surprisingly he was already hard and throbbing beneath my fingertips. "You're so hard already you naughty, dirty boy!" I felt him harden and throb more as these words left my mouth. It seemed Damon was quite the sucker for dirty talk, and so I continued. "I bet you're just itching for me to take you in my wet, hot mouth. I bet you can’t wait to feel how I use my tongue on your cock and suck you off until you’re mad with pleasure. Am I right, Damon?"
He let out a moan and then said in shaky pants, "Y-yes, y-yes, Jasmine. I- I want you t-to take me in your... oh fuck!" He exclaimed as I removed his underwear and wrapped both hands around him. I moved them up and down, teasing him right from the base, until his throbbing, wet tip. I even began splitting my fingers, and wrapping them around him as well, kneading them against him. His back arched, but his arms and legs remained steady. It was no good, the sadistic part of me wanted one of his limbs to give in. It dared me darkly to punish him, and because of this I lifted my head up and stuck my tongue out, swirling it in snake-like motions against the tip of his cock. He breathed out heavily and gasping. His sounds only grew louder as I took more of him slowly into my mouth, snaking my tongue around him carefully.
"Hmm, that feels so fucking good..." he uttered it out all breathily and desperate. His voice alone was like a melodic aphrodisiac to me.
I finally got my wish granted when I took him all into my mouth and saw his legs shudder. Immediately I removed my mouth, got out from under him and tsked. "And you were doing so well. Oh well, it looks like it's punishment time."
"W-what... no, I−"
But I cut him off when my hand made contact with his left butt cheek. It left behind a beautiful, rosy handprint staining his smooth skin. He kept silent for a moment, and I did the same, wondering if I had accidentally taken things too far.
"Did you just s-spank me?"
I took a deep breath; I'd just need to own it as best as I could.
"Yes. Got a problem?"
He paused again, before he uttered almost inaudibly beneath his breath, "Harder." Then, he turned to me and pulled his lips into the most daring, mischievous smirk I’d ever seen. “Hit me harder, please!”
Damon was clearly all full of surprises. I'd never expected him to be such a desperate sucker for pain. I knew he liked it when I pushed him, but it was refreshing to see how far he’d let me go and how far he wanted to be pushed. Admittedly, it did a good job of turning me on even more.
"Well, you did say please." The moment these words left my lips, my hand collided with his ass, again and again, each time getting rougher and rougher until his skin was a bright, hot red, his legs were quivering and his hands shaking as he gripped the sheets beneath them. It was also very evident that he was even more turned on now than he’d been before, practically dripping wet and flushed with deep desperation.
"I like it when you're like this," I said running my hand up his scarred back and then laying soft kisses along his spine. It made him pant heavily and groan out in ecstasy. With a swift movement I tugged at the back of his tie. It fell off of his face and onto the pillow. "On your back!" I demanded as I pulled away from him. He obliged and lay flat on his back. His face was red and sweat beaded against his forehead. I took a moment to admire his beauty, raking my eyes over his gorgeous face and then letting them roam the rest of his body. Then, once I’d planned out exactly how to touch him next, I began climbing over him until I was close enough to lean in and kiss him. It was slow, passionate and the feeling it gave me in the centre of my stomach was otherworldly. I let my fingers trail all over his skin and moved my wet and hungry kisses down to his chest. He ran his hands down my back and then moaned out lowly as my tongue flicked against his skin, lapping at every inch of it. He bit his lip and shifted slightly, and I smiled at the look on his face.
"Do you want me to give you a reward now, for taking your punishment like a good boy?" I mumbled against his skin. He nodded, but I wanted him to say it. "Use your words, tell me what to do."
"I-I want you to finish me off Jasmine, take me in your mouth and make me c-c-cum."
With a few strokes of my fingertips through his hair, I said, just inches from his lips, "That's a good boy." I took off the long shirt I was clothed in, leaving me only in my underwear.
Damon smiled up at me and gazed at my body in awe, before saying, "You are beautiful, you know that?"
The comment made me feel weird and awkward and I blushed again. So, I decided it better to ignore what he’d said and instead moved my way down to his hips to his exposed length. But before I took him in my mouth I said, "Hands to your sides." When he placed them alongside his body, I gripped them hard and pinned them to the bed. "I don't trust that you'll keep your hands to yourself.”
He was soaking wet, warm and slightly salty in my mouth and shuddered the moment he felt my tongue against his skin. His head tilted back, and a string of sexy, desperate moans escaped his mouth. Watching him was wildly erotic and had me itching for more than just this. But mating was a whole other ballgame. It was an inescapably intimate action which I doubted we both needed right now.
"Hmm, yes… yes! J-just like that, Jasmine. It feels so fucking g-good!" I saw the way his hands gripped at the sheets and his hips began shifting beneath me and took it as a sign that he was close. So, I took him in deeper, expanding my throat and making sure to go as slow as possible, still swirling my tongue across his shaft. It didn't take long for his breathing to become hitched and heavy and his moans to become more akin to breathy pants as he yelled out, "Fuck Jasmine, I'm cumming!"
With that his warm cum shot down my throat, and I took a moment to suck and lap it all up, not letting a single drop fall onto the bed.
"You don't have to−"
I removed my mouth from him and licked my lips and uttered out an "All done," before I stuck my tongue out to show him that it was clean.
"Fuck, Jasmine, you’re fucking *sexy*." He said with a lusty smile.
"I take it I blew your mind?" I asked as I watched him shrug his trousers back on.
"You blew more than just my mind,” he said with a wink.
He then attempted to get off of the bed, but I grabbed him and tugged him back, making him fall flat on his back. He looked up at me confused and I shook my head once again. "Who said we were done yet? I still haven't had a turn." I winked.
"What?"
“Just lie back and look pretty for me, I'll do all the work," I said with a mischievous giggle.
I got on top of him again and aligned my hips with his, and then sat down, sprawling my legs on either side of him. He tensed up, feeling my hips pressed up tightly against his. The only thing separating our skin was the fabric of our clothing.
"I know we can't mate, but I have an alternative," I said, grinding my hips deeply into his.
"Mmm, I think I can see where this is going."
I bit my lip, and while still grinding against him, began kissing him. He kissed back immediately and let his tongue slip in my mouth. Both our tongues glided and stroked against the other causing goosebumps to form against my flesh. I took his hands and placed them on my waist, moving them up and then letting go, allowing him to continue feeling me up. I then slowly began moving my kisses to his neck and started biting and licking, once again making him moan my name out. I was becoming wetter and wetter with the feeling of the friction between us, the sound of his moans right in my ears and his skin, caressing mine as he roamed my body with his hands.
"Can I get a little rougher?" I asked, taking into consideration that he still might be a little sensitive. He nodded and said, "You can be as rough as you want to be."
He probably should not have said that, because in a matter of seconds I had my hand around his throat and began grinding my hips faster and deeper into his.
"Fuck yes!” He yelled out, now also thrusting his hips into mine. I wasn't complaining though, I was beginning to edge closer and closer to an orgasm and appreciated any help getting me there faster.
"Hmm, who do you belong to? Say it!" I said this without even thinking.
He moaned out and I could feel him gulp beneath my fingers which had tightened slightly around his throat.
"Ah! Y-you... I belong to you!" His answer just made the tight knot in my stomach all the tighter and I began curling my toes, as I breathed out, "Again... say it again!"
"I-I belong to you, J-Jasmine. My body is y-yours!" his voice was now slightly distorted, and I realised that perhaps my hands were too tightly wrapped around his throat, so I loosened up a bit.
I moaned out along with him and his hands made their way to my hips, and he used them to dig my hips into his even harder. "You want me to go even rougher?" I asked. He bit his lip and nodded, so I pinned his hips down and went even rougher, making his back arch and his head tilt back as loud, heavy moans escaped his lips. He was close and so was I.
"Together?" he asked. I nodded and within the next few moments both of our bodies jerked and thrashed, and we both uttered the loudest sounds ever uttered by any two people. My hand fell from his throat and my body collapsed onto his as I panted and heaved against his panting and heaving body. I was drenched in sweat and so was he.
"Fuck... I don't think I'll ever forget tonight," he uttered, kissing the top of my head softly. I doubted I could either and wondered whether or not this was such a good idea. We'd just had a taste of what our bodies could do to each other, and now, I was afraid we'd want more.