He takes a step away from her, roaming his eyes down her body before extending his hand for hers. She doesn't move. He sighs dramatically before grabbing hold of her hand and yanking her to him.

"Relax Bonnie, I just want to give you the full tour."

"And this" Damon concludes, his hands clutching greedily to Bonnie's body "Is our bedroom."

'Our' the word makes Bonnie want to throw up. He had pulled her to every room of the house, purposefully leaving the bedroom for last.

Bonnie stares rigidly at the bed in the middle of the room. During the tour she had tried repeatedly to pull away by squirming, clawing, kicking but nothing freed her from his grasp. And with each room he had shown her, the deeper the sinking feeling in her stomach became.

"Of course this room will take longer to view, since it's the only one furnished" he purrs out. "Go on, touch the blanket, its black satin."

Bonnie whips her head to look at him, her eyes wide with repulsion. "I don't care what material it is, you physco."

"You say that now, but when you're butt naked, drenched in sweat, panting from exhaustion... you're going to thank me for the breathable material."

"Thank you?!" Bonnie screeches out.

"Not yet, you haven't even felt the satin yet" Damon chuckles as he pushes her forward towards the bed. She struggles against him trying her best to break free. With one last push from Damon she falls onto the silk covers.

"Comfortable?" Damon smirks.

She doesn't reply instead she tries to scramble off the bed.

"Ah, ah, ah" Damon admonishes with a wag of his finger.

Before Bonnie can blink Damon is on top of her, pinning her arms down. Bonnie glares at him "You're pathetic."

"Is that so?"

"So, unwanted that you need to rape women to get your rocks off."

"Oh but you do want me Witchiepoo, you just don't know it yet. Give me some time, you'll be begging me to take you."

"Never gonna happen" Bonnie growls out.

"Oh it will. And to make it more interesting, I vow not to fuck you until you beg for it." Damon says while straddling her hips.

Bonnie stares up at him, skepticism written clearly on her features. "What's the catch?"

"No catch, I just love seeing you be wrong" Damon shrugs. 'Plus I want it to be special for you' a voice whispers to the demon.

Damon growls in response to the internal dialogue. He reaches down ripping Bonnie's shirt open. She gasps at the sudden cool air hitting her flesh.

"I said I wouldn't fuck you, I said nothing about foreplay." He leans down and crashes his lips to hers. Bonnie turns her head, Damon takes the opportunity to lick and kiss her neck. His hands lower as he grabs the loose sweats he provided her back at the boarding house. He easily yanks down the offending material. The demon hums in satisfaction as more and more of her silky skin is revealed.

He leans down so his lips are brushing her inner thigh. Bonnie twists trying to get out of his grasp. Damon grabs her legs and pulls them apart as far as possible before pushing them flat against the mattress. Summoning all the strength she has, she launches her torso forward while she throws her right hand backwards before swinging it forwards. Her hand connects with Damons cheek with a forceful smack.

Large black orbs stare up in fury at Bonnie. "I don't think you thought that through" he whispers.

In a swift movement he switches positions so he is kneeling on the bed. He reaches down grabbing her waist, pulling her lower half towards his face, leaving her top half to be stranded by gravity.

"Let me go you bastard!" Bonnie screams, her limbs flailing around as she attempts to get as far away as she can from him.

"Don't be selfish Bon Bon... A man, well vampire, has to eat." In the next second Damon brings his head down slightly and latches onto Bonnie's clit. There's another sharp gasp from the witch as the new sensation takes hold of her neither region.

Damon feels the venom in the back of his throat building, with every lap of her pussy. "You're fucking delicious" he murmurs. As a human his favorite dessert was apple pie, warm, fresh out of the oven. That's how Bonnie is perceived by Damon, heated, just the right hint of cinnamon and of course, sweet. Virgins always taste slightly sweeter to vampires. He begins lightly biting her nub, swirling his tongue around it, sucking deeply.

Bonnie squeezes her eyes shut tightly. She hates him. She fucking hates him. She can feel the blood in her body pooling to her cheeks... and below. He clutches her apple pie to his face tighter, reducing her squirming. He moves down slightly to plunge his tongue inside her; making sure to move it in circular motions.

The building in her lower abdomen becoming more and more intense. She clutches onto the sheets willing away the pressure, the thought of having this monster being the reason behind another orgasm is too humiliating. She can feel the tears pricking at her eyes, what she would give to be able to force aneurysm after aneurysm on him.

She's close to cumming. He can feel it. Damon quickens his actions, alternating between sucking her clit and entering her virgin hole with his tongue. Quicker, quicker, quicker until Bonnie's back arches and a burst of white takes over the blackness of her screwed shut eyes. She's so focused on the all consuming force of her orgasm that she doesn't even register Damon biting into her inner thigh.

AN:

Fun fact! The first recorded recipe for apple pie was written in 1381 in England, and called for figs, raisins, pears, and saffron in addition to apples.