WHO: Brooke and Damon (sadisticdamon) WHEN: Friday 24th, afternoon WHERE: Starts at Damon's apartment, then out in the city WHAT: Shopping... *whistles innocently* RATING: High STATUS: Complete
Damon walked into his apartment that he shared with Brooke and a few others. He went into his bedroom and smiled at her. "Are you ready?" he asked her, smiling as he stood by the door, ready if she was.
Brooke jumped up from the bed where she'd been lounging. She was in a genuinely good mood since Damon had said she could go and see Haley. She hadn't known if she'd ever get to see her again, or Jamie. "Yes, Mast... Damon," she said, giving him a smile. It felt wrong, smiling at him, but she couldn't hide that she was pleased. "Where are we going?"
"Shopping. I told you that, darling. Let's go." He offered her a hand, ready to leave. "Come along," he told her, and once she was close and took her hand. "This is for your own good." He stared into her eyes, compelling her to do as he asked. "You will not speak to anyone about me abusing, hurting, raping you, etc. You will say you are in love with me, and you think I'm the one. You see past my asshole flaws. You are moving in with me, and you're happy. And you will not let anyone know otherwise, through blinking, codes, writing, etc."
Brooke hesitantly took his hand, standing close to him as she looked up into his eyes. She felt a little foggy for a moment but nodded her agreement. She thought he was controlling her mind somehow. She didn't know how, but she couldn't think why else she'd be obeying him so readily, especially after everything. She nibbled her lip, her eyes still on his. "Why did you start being nice to me?" she asked, hoping she wasn't going to make him angry.
"Because," he told her, simply. "Would you rather me be mean? I've told you from the start, if you were good, I would be nicer. But you were stubborn at first." He smiled and pulled her close as they walked out the apartment. "What would you like to wear?"
Brooke shook her head emphatically. She didn't like it when he was mean, even though she was just as trapped now as when he had her tied up. She let him pull her close as they walked out. She got nervous when he took her out of the apartment because she knew she might have to lie to people at any moment, and she was terrified to get it wrong and make him angry. "I don't know," she said with a little shrug. "What do you think?" It was always safest to just do as he said.
"What do you wish to wear?" he asked her. "Just answer me, Brooke. Don't be scared. I've told you, I'm being nice..." He was getting a bit annoyed with her that she was so nervous. Ugh. "You're so frustrating sometimes. You've asked me why I'm so nice, yet whine when I hurt you."
She looked down, her brow furrowing slightly. Could he really blame her for being nervous around him? "Sorry," she murmured. She thought for a moment before glancing up at him. "Can I get a new blouse?" she asked him. "To wear when I see my friend?"
"You may. Do you need a pair of jeans?" he asked her. "Or skirt, whatever you'd like. You didn't have many clothes at your old apartment," he told, yawning a little. Shopping for woman bored him.
Brooke smile. She loved shopping more than anything. "I can get some new jeans too. I saw a pair I liked before... well, a couple of weeks ago." She looked up at him when he yawned. "I can... go on my own, if you don't want to," she told him.
"I'm fine. Women are just so picky. We'll see how you do." He smiled and headed for the first clothing store. "Do you like this place?" he asked, looking into the window.
Brooke didn't press the subject. She actually wasn't very picky when it came to shopping. She knew what she liked, but, if in doubt, just buy it all. She could always return it later. That was the way she'd lived her life. The smile spread across Brooke's face when she saw the store. "I definitely like it," she said, feeling a little more like her usual chipper self. She took hold of his hand and led him into the shop. "I love shopping."
He smiled at her, watching how cute she was when she lit up with the store. "What kind of jeans do you like?" He preferred woman in jeans that hugged their hips and held there ass nicely.
"Tight ones," she smirked, glancing back at him as she tugged him over towards the jeans section. She could almost pretend that he really was her boyfriend, and she really was happy with him, when he smiled at her like that. She looked back at the jeans, letting go of his hand so she could pick out a couple of promising looking selections. "Should I try them on?" she asked, not wanting to presume too much and just walk off away from him in case it provoked a reaction.
"Sure, that's fine," he told her. "Brooke, don't be nervous. Go head." He grinned, kissing her cheek, smiling. "Go on, I'll wait out here." He took her purse, and held it for her, watching her as she walked off.
Brooke was a little shocked at the feel of his lips on her cheek, trying to ignore the way her heart swelled slightly at the simple yet tender motion. She handed him the little purse she'd taken with her before skipping off into the dressing rooms with the jeans. Quickly, she stripped down to her underwear and pulled the first pair on. They definitely looked good on her, tight in all the right places. She looked at herself in the mirror, a cheeky smile taking over her face. She poked her head out of the dressing room, checking that the shop assistant wasn't anywhere nearby. "Psst," she hissed at Damon, beckoning him over with a cheeky grin.
He laughed softly and went over to the dressing room, placing a hand on the door. "Yes, darling?" he asked her. "Do you need a different size?" he asked softly, leaning in to peek inside the room. "May I see?"
Brooke giggled, shaking her head. Looking over his shoulder to check the coast was clear, she reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him inside with her, locking the door behind them. She took a little step back and placed her hand on her hip, looking up at him, modelling the jeans with only her black lacy bra on her top half. "What do you think?" she asked, smirking.
He smiled, watching her closely when he pulled him inside. "Mmm... I like." He ran his hands down her body, holding her hips, pulling her close. "You look yummy, Brooke," he whispered, kissing her forehead.
Brooke smirked, letting him pull her against him. "Mmhm," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut when she felt his lips against her forehead. She lifted her face, looking up at him, as she ran her hands up his chest. Hell, if she was going to be his prisoner, she might as well enjoy it. Slowly, she pushed herself up onto tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, slipping her arms around his neck.
He slipped his hands down her back, cupping her ass as he lifted her, his lips caughting her own and keeping them there as he pressed her against the wall. "Mmmm, I like this side of you.." he told her, smiling as he tugged her bottom lip.
Brooke gave a soft whimper as he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep her in place. His hands on her felt... good, to her surprise. She hadn't though Damon's touch could every feel good to her, but it did now. Her lips stayed on his, her neck bowed, as she ran her hands through his dark hair. She let her eyes fall shut, her body pressed to his. "I like this side of you," she replied in a murmur against his lips. When he was being nice to her, she could even feel attracted to him. Perhaps this would show him that she was much more fun when he wasn't forcing her or hurting her.
“You'd be a good vampire," he told him, kissing her deeply. "When you're not...all weak and stuff, you're very dominant.. I like it," he whispered, kissing down to her neck, sucking at her pulse. "Mmm.."
Brooke had never actually heard him say 'vampire' before, although she'd worked out that was what he was. It sent a little shiver of fear through her, but it was tinged with excitement. She nuzzled her cheek against his, giving a soft hiss of pleasure at the feel of his lips on her throat. She knew that could all change very quickly if he decided to bite, but she was hoping she could distract him enough that he wouldn’t want to. “I want you,” she murmured into his ear.
He could hear her heart race. "I won't bite you...no here," he told her softly, kissing her deeply as he held her close, he undid her jeans, shoving them down from her hips, sitting her down. "Get those off," he said, already going after his own.
Brooke didn't need telling twice. She stripped out of the jeans and her panties before reaching out to help get him out of his. This was the first time she had encouraged him in anything sexual, and she was nervous, but also anxious to prove herself. Besides, she did find Damon attractive, although a lot of that was masked by fear after all he had done.
He smiled and once he was naked, he lifted her up, pressing her against the wall of the dressing room. "We must be quiet.." He placed his hand gently over her mouth, pushing inside of her slowly, teasingly.
Brooke wrapped herself around him when he lifted her, her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. She caught one of his fingers between her teeth when he put his hand over her mouth. She knew to keep quiet, but it excited her to know there were other people just outside. Brooke sucked in a shark intake of breath when she felt him push into her, her mouth falling open to release his finger. She could feel him stretching her, but it wasn't in a bad way like usual when all he seemed to care about was his own pleasure, no matter how much she got hurt in the process. It was amazing how different it could feel to have him inside her when she actually wanted it and he wasn't forcing her. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his, her tongue begging entry to his mouth, desperate to stop herself moaning and giving them away.
He smiled, watching her before catching her lips as well, kissing her, his open opening for her tongue. God, this was such a turn on, he began rubbing her perky breasts with one hand as he held her, moaning into her mouth softly, trying to keep quiet himself. He was dying inside, she felt so good on his cock, so much better than normal.
Brooke kissed him with a fever she hadn't felt for weeks now. She wanted him. She really wanted him. When he was being like this, appreciating her, he was attractive to her, despite what he'd done. It was probably masochistic of her, but she wanted his approval. His lips on hers helped her keep quiet as he thrust into her but the addition of his hand to her breast was too much for her to take. Her eyebrows knitted together as she gave a soft moan, muffled by his mouth. "Doesn't this feel better to you?" she breathed against his lips as she ran her hands through his dark hair. This couldn't be just her. He had to be feeling this too.
"Shh..." he told her softly, thrusting a little more, wanting to bring her quickly before someone ruined it with their knocking. "Mmm..so good.." he told her softly, kissing her lips deeply, she tasted so good.
Brooke was so glad to hear that he thought it was good - better, hopefully, then when he had her against her will. She used what leverage she had to push herself down onto him, her body alive from the thrill that they could be caught at any moment. She kissed him back, but pulled back when he hit a particularly sensitive spot, her head falling back against the wall. She bit her lip to stop from crying out.
He pressed a hand over her mouth, knowing she was close, thrusting harder and harder. "Mmm.." He kept thrusting, wanting her to come for him, he loved that she loved this. He loved that he was with her.. He.. loved...her?
Brooke cried out as she came around him, glad the sound was muffled but his hand over her mouth. An explosion of pleasure rushed through her whole body, making her legs go weak at the force of it. It was lucky he was holding her up because she didn't think she'd be able to support her own weight. It seemed insane to her that she could actually reach orgasm with a man that had done such terrible things to her, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own right now, and Damon was holding all the controls.
Damon smiled, coming inside of her with a couple more thrust, moaning. He held her close, kissing her cheek, smiling at her. "You're beautiful, Brooke..." he said softly, his eyes locked on hers, staring.
Brooke bit her lip hard to stop herself whimpering at his thrusts, her whole body so, so sensitive in the aftermath of her climax. She clung to him when he was done, her skin clammy from the excerption, her whole body trembling. Slowly, she lifted her head from where it had been resting against his shoulder so she could look down at him. His comment made her smile and she gently pushed his dark hair back from his forehead. "You're not to bad yourself," she murmured. "When you're not hurting me," she added with a small frown. She hoped he'd realised that she'd comply without him having to scare her into it. Surely there wasn't much more she could do to convince him than this.
He gave her a look, not sure how he liked that comment. "I only hurt you when you disobey me..." he told her, touching her face. "Get dressed, we have more clothes to buy if you are to have anything nice to wear." He fixed himself once he sat her down and walked out.