It had been a few days since I got my memory back. I had been on my own, done some flea work, and updated them about the Assassin Guild, too. Jake, Rob, and Magnum all swore to me they were perfectly safe and those kill orders had been revoked after Salvatore had rained hell on there, too. Vampire lord and everything. It is more or less that these three were now in Damon's protection, so no one dared to interfere with them.
But I have my work to be done, and that is to remind Sark once again who were are. I made a little group of Faes and told them about Sark. Well, let's just say that being hunted and stalked by a bunch of faes is not something that humans like to experience, so Sark had to go underground once again, and his financiers got scared too.
Quite a few faes were telepathic and once I told when I was in one of lovely coffee with Beauclaire, he used to take me from time to time to time coffee so we could discuss things; I told him how Damon hunted me, stalked me, send feeling of being chased, well quite many fae knew that trick too and Sark was pretty perfect victim. I had no idea how deep sark had go to feel safe but he had gotten excellent lesson here.
It was time to go to breakfast with the pack. Time to be Mimi maybe, unless something comes at my way.
I went to breakfast when Mimosa reminded me I actually needed to eat sometimes. The entire pack, Samuel, Adam, and Bran, was already eating and almost done. But no Salvatore. Well, this is just what it is, my life. A few fleeting weeks of happiness and now probably a long time of being alone once again. But I would be fine. The world was my oyster once again, and I hadn't yet decided what I wanted to do next. Then I got few emails and one of them was just what I wanted to do.
Adam said, "We're going to go after the witches, and you're in the house. You're not going after them, you understand? We'll handle this."
I nodded and said. "I'm not going. I'm going to the animal clinic to work for a while. Fleas are in order and I want to enjoy, I haven't really been vet yet, so this is new to me too."
Adam grunted and nodded. Bran was silent and Samuel looked like he wanted to say something, but then his phone beeped, and took his attention. He was little jealous as it was my guess.
The men left soon after they had eaten, and I started at the clinic then. I was always there for eight hours a day, and I remembered to eat, if only because it was fucking fun and I wanted to be able to do this without having to be put on a sugar drip. Besides, my work colleagues were very interested in me. I was kind of middle of being human or animal.
I let Mimosa be free so they got on and studied her too, but then again, my wolf liked to talk, told them about my lack of hunger and poor management if I focused on something, so there was always someone to make sure that I ate, they even took my blood sugars and monitored those too. I didn't mind.
It was lovely to notice people caring for me and I had gotten almost used to it. My colleagues where very curious with me, so I purred at them, telling to them to my feline side. They found my purring very calming, and many animal calmed down as I purred, but I did not purr when owner was around. No need for them to see just what freak I was.
I loved being a vet, and while there was some euthanasia to be done, when I told them about Rainbow Islands, Cat god, and everything, it helped quite a lot of families. Put the animal to sleep was peaceful, I tried to do it as naturally as possible so no injection to the heart, my syringes were small, I kept out of sight and I usually got administered the kill cocktail without even the owner noticing it, the animal just pass away in their arms usually, very beautiful.
There were a lot of different animals and my supernatural senses told me quite a lot what was wrong with them too, and what I could do. I had my teeth, I could do few substances here and there to help out.
Then there were many puppy checkups and various problems that animals had. Being a vet was wonderful work, and it did impressed my work buddies when once again, my superior senses told me quickly where to start looking at the problem. It saved also the owners' money when I pinpointed straight away what was the problem. So no need to take extensive bloodwork, and scans when a few blood values told me everything that was needed.
And we had quite lot what we could do, how we could help and heal. It made my soul sing in its own way. I was protector, saviour, not killer or soulless beast.
I had been there for a month, and the men had come back, including Damon, because we were going to have a pack visit again. Oh, that these things always ended well. Let's see what's in store this time. Just how crazy pack visit we have this time.
I was on my way to have surgery on one labrador retriever, there were tumors in her abdomen and those would have come out because this was just a puppy, tumors but they caused problems, and owners had been told by other clinics that the operation was not possible until they heard of me, miracle animal surgeon. Again, my supernatural dexterity was needed and this would not be easy operation, but I could do it.
I was walking to the prep room to wash and dress when one of the nurses told me I was asked. Fine, let's see. I went to the staff room and Damon sat there. He had an enormous bunch of flowers in his hands and he smiled at me.
"Well darling, it seems you have remembered to eat. I came by to pick you up. We have a pack visit and Bran insists you are there, too."
I smiled and said, "Well I have one operation first, I will be then free to leave, but I have one eight-month-old chocolate labrador retriever, belly full of tumors, caused by one tainted puppy food, I am that dog's only hope. I will be house after the operation and not sure how long this will be. Nasty case. "
As soon as I said that, I felt Damon in my mind. He copied my knowledge of veterinary surgery and my studies too, making himself a vet. He was curious too, and he has just seen challenge. I guess my enjoyment was seen from my face.
He said, "Well baby, you just got yourself a colleague. Let's go. I haven't ever operated with you, so this is the first for us. Darling."
His eyes flashed a little, so I kept my mouth shut, took him to the prep room, and started my washing. Well, I had a very particular husband who told me how to wash my hands even more throughout. He told me straightway out he was in leading here and no objections. Fine. Once I was scrubbed by his standards, we went in.
He led the operation, but this was something we were both good and we worked beautifully together. It was like an intricate dance and now I had a partner who knew exactly what we were doing; he wasn't too bullying, but he led. Mimosa was in my mind, but Damon didn't let Mimosa use any Mimosa power at all.
We operated on that dog for five hours. If I would have done this alone, this would have taken twice as much. Damon was gentle, fast and told me what he wanted me to do. We got all of them out, and the dog was moved in recovery. I went to take off my surgical gowns and such while Damon went with the dog. He had made a few dental concentrates and gave nurses strict orders about dosages and times when they had to give them. He also checked out any and all dental products that i had done, bit jar and mixed then, improving my stuff. Then he came back and told everyone that I was now leaving.
He thanked everyone, and we left for my car. I had a dark violet Audi, a hybrid version, and this was not an SUV, but a convertible again. Really snappy little thing. I was drugged out of my mind once he saw my car by a flank that sank between my ribs in my lung. He helped me to the car, put my seatbelt on, and adjusted my car for him.
Then we left to drive to New Orleans. It took eight hours for us to get there and I was more or less out of it almost all the way. That was because in that clinic there had been a few very nice-looking male colleagues who had worked with me, and I guess they had praised me too. He didn't jelly me up now but flanked, and those flanks were strong too.
We went to a house in New Orleans, and it was a big old mansion, except it didn't have as many rooms as, say, Pennsylvania or New Jersey. I had bought this too, and it was a little dilapidated. I had had an idea about getting some renovation done, but then again, something had always come up.
It was very nice from the inside, though. I had bought a lot of stuff in here and made quite a lot of rooms too. quest rooms too. We had never dedicated this house here, either. It felt like we hadn't taken care of half the houses in the pack when we somehow managed to get through the other houses several times.
And even today, there are still those houses that we haven't dedicated with Damon. Even though we are doing fine, we are not on the same level as he and Mariella. But then again, there are a lot fewer houses that I haven't dedicated with Adam or Charles. We are what we are and I accept it. Damon hasn't, not just yet, and I know that as I write these lines, he will pick this idea out of my mind, and want to mend things. After all, I am still a sex beast with him, too.
We arrived at the house at night. Damon carried me upstairs and wrapped himself around me. I realized as I was falling asleep that this was a reaction now to my amnesia. How he could have lost me again. So I let him keep me close for a few days. We had the week before the visitors arrived and let's just say that we didn't fuck, but I was taken care of. He kept him drugged, bathed me, fed me, and wrapped himself around me. All week long.
It was the day before the visitors would arrive when Damon let me wake up properly. We went to eat with everyone. Bran started to tell us what to expect again. The pack would be from New York, and of course, it would again include an alpha couple and young people, men, well, the usual ones, and we all got a long and hard lecture from Bran on how to behave.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Damon was next to me, holding my hand. He was amused by my eye-rolling. This time, Bran let us go to sanctify our bedroom.
He said, "Damon, stay for a while, and we'll go over things a bit. You'll get to Mimi."
He had kept me in a different room while caring for me. Not in our bedroom. So it was time to be a little naughty wife too. Damon rolled his eyes now, and I almost laughed. I walked lazily up the steep wooden stairs to the top floor, and I noticed Damon's hot, hot look. If Bran hadn't invited him over, he would probably slam me up the walls and tear my clothes off.
Then I thought I was a temptress. I'd found some edible underwear in an online shop and put it on, undid my hair, and changed my make-up to something a bit stronger, then took a couple of big dildos, a flogger, a whip, and some excitement fluid to the bedside table. And I went to bed to read a very descriptive sex book. It was time for Damon to start to see me as a naughty little sex beast again. Now we both needed to unload a bit, too.
I heard footsteps approaching and continued reading. When I smelled the passionfruit and knew he was close, I let my other hand go between my legs and started stroking the insides of my thighs, teasing a little of my clitoris through my panties, and moistening them with my juices.
I read the book lazily and knew Damon had heard it in my mind. I had done that once by accident, and it had led to some pretty intense time in the bedroom, so I knew this would work well, too.
He came to the door and watched for a moment, then said in a voice curled with lust, "I think I have a very naughty little bitch here in bed."
His voice was thick with arousal. It also oozed some danger and passion. I let my fingers do their work.
I gasped lightly as I felt my peak starting to form and he strode over and took me tightly by the wrist and said, " Naughty naughty bitch. But I'll teach a little bitch like that to do what I tell her. What do we have here with us? The little bitch wants to be spanked. Really?"
He took the flogger from the table and swat my cunt with it and hard, oh my god I almost came into that place. He saw it too.
I was pretty wet, and my self-control was pretty much non-existent. Damon picked up the book and put it on the table. Then he took some strong handcuffs and tied my hands to the bedposts wide open.
He said. " The little bitch is going to get excellent treatment now. Maybe after that, the little bitch will learn what she can and can't do. Master will now show you who you belong to."
I took a breath and said, " Everything on my body is edible, by the way. If you're hungry."
He swatted my breasts next, and I gasped with pain/pleasure sensations that tore through me.
Damon's eyes were almost dark with lust. He undressed and came to lie down next to me. He teased me. At first, he was gentle. He began to stroke first my breasts, my stomach, and my hips with his fingers. Next, he changed his tactics very much more dominant and rough too. He changed his position slightly and started tasting my clothes, biting me right on the nipple, then ripping a piece of bra into his mouth, and another. He used that damn flogger to get me really riled up. I was frankly surprised that my edible panties weren't mush by now because I was wet and really soaking wet.
I wondered how on earth he had such damn good self-control? He just did. Damon ate all the clothes of me, taunting, teasing, and chewing. I was pretty damn ready and then he used that flogger and slammed it into now my bare breasts, my stomach, and my pussy, and not lightly at all.
The feeling, the burning, the pain, was so fucking arousing that I almost came to that spot. He whipped me with a whip. And hard too, so many times that those whip marks stayed on my skin for some time. Master was showing his little bitch her place. Then he took the muscle relaxant again and made me even more helpless again. Oh, I was ready. He came on top of me and we kissed and I held my legs together.
He grunted so damn sexy, and I knew it was going to be hard to stop in the morning because we were both pretty damn aroused now. He took muscle relaxants and used them on my thighs, so my legs were easy for him to spread open.
He came between my legs, took his dick, and started to tease my pussy lips and clitoris by rubbing them with his glans. Then he put it between my pussy lips, making it even thicker and longer. I gasped as I felt burning. My pussy was stretched to its limits. But Master felt no mercy. He penetrated me mercilessly and fucked me to stunners. He told me how he fucked his naughty little bitch into obedience and how the little bitch liked being taken.
Oh yes, this little bitch liked it very much. Master really showed what he was capable of. It was like he loved to push my boundaries to see how far he could go with me. And it was far. Nothing was too much, not even when he took the dagger and used it on my skin, too.
When morning came, I was lying all fucked up on top of Damon, and I didn't feel like going anywhere just yet.
He said, " That baby, was pretty fucking hot. You gotta remember to take that again sometime, don't you?"
I mumbled something against his chest. I had unloaded something, not even sure of what, and so did he.
Then Damon took the sheet and rolled me over him, covered me with the sheet, and went into the shower. I was a good girl now and kept the sheet on long enough for him to go downstairs. Then I dragged myself into the shower and made myself come three times with the shower head. Once I got dressed and made sure I was odorless, I went downstairs for breakfast. I was feeling very horny but not like in normal heat. It was just that I wanted to have some fun with the showerhead and with my fingers, too.
Damon was all business throughout my breakfast and chatted with Adam and Bran, about whatever. The guests would be arriving in a couple of hours, and I thought what a wonderful job this was going to be. But all I could do was fantasize about fucking with Damon or with Adam too.