Damon returned house a few days later. Adam looked at him and asked him to come to his study. Adam had a desk full of papers and he was clearly the middle of something.
Damon sat down and then said, "You blew it with Mimi and bad. She is fighting in the gym, with whoever wants and she is brutal. You saw her in that facility. Some part of her enjoyed that slaughtering and my instinct tells me she hates that part of herself feels like a monster, and your stunt did not help."
Damon nodded, shit when he did not think. He said, "She did feel pleasure. I felt it. It is perfectly normal for vampires and for whoever. I had put that part of her earlier under control, but it blew up and I did not do anything about it."
His voice was quiet. He continued, "She was like a force of nature and I did not do my part and, well, not sure what I can do."
Adam said, "You need to think of a way, how to unload that creature. She is an otherwise loaded gun. She controls her rage for now, but how long? She is much stronger than the beginning and she can do pretty nasty damage. She went hunting on the full moon, and she and Mimosa killed a 400 kg bear. Bran had to use quite a lot of marrok power to keep her calm. She wanted to defend her prey, not Mimosa, but Mimi. So go do something."
Damon's expression was surprised, and he knew he had a minor challenge ahead of him, but he was ready. Let's go see the beast.
Damon had come back as I was going to the gym. He walked towards me.
He stopped me and said, "Why? Why Magnum?"
I looked for a while and said, my voice was pretty artic. "Why the party, Damon? Why the calls? Why not me? Why did you have to get me as broken as possible?"
Damon looked at the ground and then at me. In his eyes were a real pain, real resentment, and self-loathing.
He said, " Because I'm a mean old man, a fucking selfish bastard, and I knew I was cheating on my wife with strangers, and at that point, I always feel like what the fuck does it matter anymore, I've already ruined everything I can so let it go. And the women egged me on. They said they wouldn't fuck me if I didn't call you and let you hear how I fucked other people."
He was quiet for a moment and said, "I can understand if you're disappointed in me and angry; I'm so fucking disappointed in myself; that stunt was really gross. Somehow I could still sense through our bond how you were happy in your new house in France, and then when Magnum came to take you to the drive, I just wanted to ruin your enjoyment because I wasn't enjoying it either. My soul wasn't singing, and it didn't feel like anything when I wasn't with you, and I knew I had been petty when I used your illness as an excuse to fuck around and have a fuckfest. Like I said, I can fuck up and I can fuck up good."
I said, "Yes, you can, properly. Hopefully, you'll learn something from this."
Damon looked at me with furrowed brows and said, "Where are you going? What have you been up to? You hunted a bear, really?"
I said, "I'm just getting myself in shape. I did some gigs when Magnum ran away, and I didn't feel like coming back yet. There was no reason to. I just need to get myself in as good a shape as possible so I don't get sick and you don't get sick of me again. I am best to help myself, as I am the one who has gotten already three facilities to withdraw their bounties of me."
My voice was hollow; I hadn't quite warmed up to Salvatore's half-hearted explanation. I was focusing on getting my fitness my muscles and my health in the best shape ever, learning to use my rage as an asset, not getting sloppy.
Damon looked at me and said, "I totally understand that you are totally pissed off at me, and I'm not asking for anything; now that you don't have to be nice and obey, I'm going to give you time to be grouchy. I don't even deserve any forgiveness, and I was a really weak-tempered person. Somehow I just wanted to ruin the Pennsylvania mansion by having a fuck party there; it was my idea, not Bran's. And baby, yes, you are very important to me. More important than life, and I love you immensely. I could blame it on the fact that I've always fucked whenever I wanted and whoever I wanted, but that would just tell you I'm incapable of change. And I want to change. I want to be better with you," He sighed.
I said, "Fine, if you want to be useful, come with me. I need a partner to fight with. Bran ran off; he was no longer in the house. Likewise, Samuel quickly found his clinic after a five-hour session. Adam has fought with me, but as he's the second in my network, he's now doing the work, so you're free if you dare to come. I'm pretty ruthless and unpredictable, so you should learn to control yourself. It doesn't help if you get angry with me; I control myself, too. I'm just ruthless when I fight, and I don't hold back. Do you think you're up to it, Salvatore?"
Damon looked at me and said, "I'll take the challenge and fight you, but baby, what was it like with Magnum? Was it perfect?"
I sighed and said, "No, it was sweet, making love at a gentle pace. I didn't know that human dicks were too small for me.- yes I finally came, but it took about two hours, I came four times and Magnum was totally exhausted, so no, it wasn't perfect. I'm an insatiable sex beast, and he got more done to me with his fingers than with his dick." I then added, " Why did you have to have Chloe, the blonde, who didn't want you?"
Damon looked at me for a moment, furrowed his eyebrows, and said, "Who, Chloe? I don't remember."
Fine, you don't remember. I continued on my way to the gym. I was wearing gym shorts, leggings, sneakers, a sleeveless top, and a supportive bra. I let feelings feel, not being robot, trying to remember to be Mimi.
I said to Damon, " Was it worth it? Did you feel good about every fucking call? Did you get the pressure off? Next time I get sick, I'll try to get someone else to treat me, so it's not so bad for you. "
Damon sighed and said, "I didn't actually find it that stressful. I was worried about you and your condition. I couldn't stand to see you hurt yourself. I wanted to get you well, and it was a really stupid excuse to have the party. You can be sure if you get sick, I'll take care of it."
I went down the stairs to the basement and said, "Why do you have to get fucked by strangers? Why couldn't we fuck for two months? Why wasn't I good enough for you? You drove me into fucking Magnum."
Damon sighed. I went to the gym, opened the door, and Damon followed. I was not sure if this all-regretful sighing guy was going to be of any use to me.
He said, "I don't really know, but baby, come on, sweet!"
Then he laughed for real.
He said, " You'll have to show me what they did one day; tell me so I can be sweet too."
Damon was walking half carelessly behind me and not paying attention to lesson number one. I am not warning when I attack. I lunged and kicked him with a strong roundhouse in the middle of the chest. I slammed my fist into his jaw and tried to kick him in the side when he was already dodging. Just barely, but with a look of tightness on his face now. He looked at me. His eyes flashed.
I attacked him again and went for a fight. Where I was unpredictable, I was also sloppy because I had learned to surprise my opponent, but when you're up against a vampire over a thousand years old who's been fighting for a long time, I took quite a few hard punches before I learned his style.
I had to be more careful and even more unpredictable, and I let my anger come out, not rage, just anger. And that helped, too, kept me going and played its part in my ruthlessness. We didn't talk; we acted. Violence is rarely the answer, but sometimes it makes me feel good to beat Damon up. He fucking deserved every single blow. I was unloading as well. I had no idea what I was unloading, my fucked upness for him or my hate for my dark side, or hate that I am so damn weak and get so sick. I had a lot to unload, but I let it burn.
Damon came in quickly and gave a decent response. He, too, knew how to play dirty and unpredictable, striking at my vulnerability. It is not useful to fight against the one who knows you best. He slammed me against the wall and shoved his thigh between my legs, and kissed me fucking brutally.
I panted for a moment and couldn't do anything. Like I said, he knew my weakness; it was Damon himself; if he kisses and gropes, then my urge to fight can be turned somewhere else pretty quickly. Then he backed off again and gestured with his fingers for me to come on. He had seen that this was not just a normal fight; for me, this was personal. He knew or felt my need to unload, and he helped.
I attacked and hit him. Now I did a series of surprisingly quick kicks and punches, making Salvatore grunt several times as my punch or jab went in, then he slammed me to the ground and kissed me, fucking brutally and possessively.
He said hoarsely, "Mine," and ripped my shirt off me. I pushed him off me and hit him with another set.
We fought seriously for a while until Damon threw me either against the wall or on the floor, kissed me, and started tearing my clothes off, one garment at a time. He owned me, said hoarsely always, "mine," biting my skin another the ownership mark, and started to clearly unload his feelings for that I was with Magnum and Bridgette.
I went along with the game. I now let my anger recede, and the sex beast emerges—shirt off from Salvatore as I tore it to shreds. Eventually, we got pretty low on clothes, and Damon threw me on the gym floor and tore off the rest of my clothes, kissed me roughly, held me still, and took me hard and mercilessly in that spot.
He pushed into me with one hard thrust and started fucking me. I felt my poor pussy crack, but he gave no mercy. Now, I was in the clutches of a strong old vampire once again who took his naughty wife in that place. His power was brutal, and I could feel him slamming into my cervix so hard it hurt.
He said, "You are only my wife, no one else's."
He was not sweet. He flattened me mercilessly beneath him and took his own pleasure in fucking my body, and the power play worked on me every time. I was twice as horny and wetter.
We kissed and were absolutely horny. I came hard, and he just fucked through the orgasm like it was nothing.
Now, I wasn't the one in charge. He was, and it was done the way he wanted it. Eventually, he, too, exploded and probably hit my womb as he started filling me with his sex cream. Now, there was nothing gentle about this. This was the raw, uninhibited sex we had both apparently been missing.
He had sunk his teeth into my shoulder as he exploded and bit down hard all the time as he came. He swelled up huge, and we were left knotted. When we broke away, he turned me on all fours and pressed my front down, trapped both my hands behind my back, and sank into my ass. And speak to me.
"Submit. Surrender Mimi." He spoke in a dangerously soft voice.
I said, " No, I won't surrender. "
He thrust a little deeper and increased the clench and pressure in my ass. "Surrender, say you are only mine. You belong only to me. Submit."
The demands continued, and I refused. His will seemed to come over me and press down on me.
Finally, I could no longer resist and said in a squeaky voice, "I submit, I am yours completely. I surrender."
He thrust into my ass now at a steady pace and started fucking my ass just as fiercely, holding me tightly in place. He pushed four fingers into my pussy while teasing my clit.
I exploded violently three times, and he kept going harder and harder through each orgasm. Eventually, he flooded my bowels and swelled there as well. We were back in knotting mode, and his teeth were back on my shoulder again.
When he finally pulled out and removed his teeth from my shoulder. I collapsed in a heap, powerless. I was completely and utterly fucked flat. I couldn't go anywhere now.
But soon, we were in our bedroom, sanctifying the whole fucking room, the bed, the floors, all the tables, and it was raw, uninhibited sex. We fucked for three days in a row, then I fell asleep on top of Damon.
I said, just before passing out, " I told you, Salvatore, make-up sex is the best..."
I heard him chuckle low, and then I fell asleep fully. Now we had fucked so hard that I had used up every drop of filling I had got and then some.