I knooowww. It's been what? 10 months since I've updated? Well, if this makes any of you feel better, I totally mapped out another like 8 chapters, all written out, before I read it over and decided that it was the biggest piece of crap ever, so I couldn't upload it. :( Sorry. Don't worry about His, though. I'm totally continuing that. I'm just gonna try to write out all the chapters up to the current episode and once I catch up, I'll start intensively updating, haha.

Now this chapter really has nothing to do with the previously established story. It's more of a one-shot stand alone. I think I'm gonna convert this story into one-shots now. :/ it's too difficult otherwise to attempt to catch up to the show. This is what I think should've taken place after 2.02, Brave New World. Warning- this is one giant lemon! Little kiddies, go away! CENSORSHIP! :D

So this was basically a little brainstorm I had watching last night's episode on tivo this morning... There was a lot of Bonnie and she seems very controlled, but her control broke with Lucy... So I was curious to see how explosive her need for control could be. This is simply an exploration of that.

enjoy!

Dear Diary,

I'm a control freak. I can't help it. It's inherent in me to attempt to dominate over all others. It's a bad quality, I know, but… It's never been this bad. I can't believe I just did what I did… I can't believe I-

Bonnie slid down lower against the wall, her eyes squeezed tight to dam back the hot tears threatening to spill over. She licked her dry lips and tried to bring her trembling hand to complete her sentence, but couldn't anymore. The thick leather book slid from between her fingers and fell to the ground, but she didn't notice. Trembling, she wrapped her arms around her knees and buried her face in the fabric of her jeans to stifle her tears. She felt so ashamed and disgusted with herself.

What have I done?

It was the evening of the carnival, the night Bonnie found out about what happened to Caroline. Shocked and speechless with devastation, she'd fled the scene before Elena could talk sense into her. Even alone in the privacy of her own room, the image of Damon's self-satisfied smirk burned into her vision. Somehow, this was all his fault. She wasn't thinking rationally, but she didn't care.

Fueled by white-hot, blinding rage, she stormed into the Salvatore boarding house. Luckily, Stefan wasn't there, but the very vampire she was looking for. And he had the nerve to grin cheekily at her and act clueless.

"My, my. What brings you here, little witch?" He drawled, sipping from the glass of warm blood in his hand.

How. Dare. He? With a flick of her wrist, Bonnie flung him across the room, until he crashed against the wall, successfully wiping all amusement off his face. "You- you monster," she spat out, panting hard from the intensity of her fury, "My Grams wasn't enough? You had to kill Caroline and Carter as well? Innocent people?"

The veins around his eyes darkened, "This was just as much your fault as mine. Who was the one who told me to give Caroline my blood?"

She refused to see the logic in that, "You are poison!" She snapped at him, undeterred. This bastard had ruined her life! "My life was perfect until you appeared! Everything you touch dies!"

He snapped his engorged fangs at her, mockingly, "Placing all the blame on me, isn't gonna solve anything, love. Just face it—you're screwed up, and none of it's because of me."

Hot fury coiled in her belly, "It's all because of you!" She shrieked, rage clouding her logic. "You killed my grandmother! My best friend! And now you're leading us all down to destruction with you! You're damned!" Intent on hurting him as much as he had hurt her, she attempted to slap him, but he quickly snatched up her wrist before she could make contact.

"You're not thinking straight, little witch," He coolly says, his pale eyes burning into hers. "You brought all of this upon yourself, cupcake. It's rather pathetic how you've managed to twist your mindset."

The foggy thoughts in her head churned with the difficulty to process his words with the searing demon of hate clouding up her rationale. She couldn't understand what he was saying, only that he was insulting her. Bonnie could feel the control slipping too quickly. She didn't like it. She slammed him with the full extent of her powers back into the wall. His head hit the hard plaster with a snarl of anger. "No!" She shouted, desperate to regain control. "NO!" She yelled again, ramming her fist at his chest, but she was too weak and it made no difference. If anything, it made him more amused, which only further fueled her rage.

She was blind now, completely blind as she forced him down on the ground, underneath her. He smelled like pine needles and searing spices. Something darker than anger stirred deep within her, and without thinking, Bonnie crashed her lips to his. If he was surprised, he didn't show it, immediately grabbing her hips hard enough to bruise and thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. She groaned at the sensation and brutally ground her hips into his.

He faltered at the sensation, allowing Bonnie to dominate the kiss, both hands on his face as she forced it deeper. However, Damon quickly recovered and began to thrust his hardening erection upward, grinding against her heat. He easily regained dominance, his hot tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

This infuriated her. Bonnie quickly snapped her head back and changed routes. Using her powers, she yanked his clothing off of him, until she was satisfied with the cool, bare skin underneath her. Without hesitation, her fingers found his thick shaft and squeezed him mercilessly. He was rock hard instantly, and snarling in pleasure, he plunged his dick into her hand. She ruthlessly pumped him with both hands, enjoying way too much the way his eyes rolled back into his head and fluttered shut.

Damon reached up for her, managing to tear her shirt off of her before Bonnie, irritated, used her powers to pin him against the wall. He was forced to sit immobile as she took him in her mouth and sucked his tip as hard as she could. A brutal snarl ripped from his throat and he struggled in his binds, desperately attempting to buck his hips into her too-welcomed mouth.

Bonnie smiled snidely. She was in control now. Taking her time, she slowly sank down onto her elbow, taking him deeper into her mouth as she did so. She could feel him sliding down her throat. When her lips finally hit his base, Damon hissed in bliss and managed to jut his hips forward, forcing her to take more of him in before she pinned his hips back with more pressure.

She pulled back to reprimand him. He instantly growled at the lack of contact. She could see in his clenched teeth the effort he spent trying to break his bindings. His eyes were reduced to dark shadows and his long fangs glinted in the moonlight. Eying him down, Bonnie slowly ran her fingers, feather-like in their gentleness, up his shaft, watching vigilantly as he tilted his head back against the wall, his eyes shut tightly in impatience.

"What're you doing, witch?" He hoarsely asked.

She shut him up by running her thumb over his weeping head. His head crashed against the wall again, and he bit down hard on his lip, almost enough to draw blood, to restrain his moans. She was going too slowly. She was literally torturing him.

His cock was jumpy and jittery, and although she had him carefully bound, he was allowed still the slightest of motion, which he accessed by wiggling slightly in her loose grasp. Her hands left him immediately, making him growl in annoyance. She sat up and straddled him, perfectly aware of his needy cock pressed up against her taut belly, as she used both hands to ruthlessly rake up and down his chest.

He barely noticed that, too focused on the slight rubbing he could manage in his binds against her stomach, causing much needed friction. But when she bit down on his nipple, making him exclaim out loud in dark pleasure, he was quickly jerked back to reality and concentrated on her actions. He lowered his eyes to follow her torturous hands as they traced down his pelvis until… he grunted in satisfaction as her small hands found his severely deprived cock again.

She harshly pumped him with both fists, but it was heaven for him. He had no idea what was going on tonight, but it was sex, so he accepted it fully, despite the circumstances. Her motions were stiff and methodic, but extremely effective, as he neared his end within mere minutes. The groans that ripped from his throat would've been embarrassing on any other occasion, but he was too desperate for the end to monitor himself. He was so close… Almost there, almost-

Bonnie immediately stopped, making him snarl in frustration. Before he could demand for her to stop being such a fucking tease, she untangled her limbs from him and stood up. His eyes widened in fear that she'd walk away and leave him like this.

Instead, she smirked down at him and smashed her lips against his. He eagerly kissed back, loving the taste of himself on her tongue. His fingers twitched with the uncontrollable need to touch her.

She slid her hands down his unbelievably tense body, feeling extremely satisfied. She was dominant—the one in control here. And it felt fucking amazing. She ran her hands down his rigid body, perfectly aware that the minute she eased up her control over him, he'd slam her into the ground with enough force to crush her into dust. This sense of danger sent wild adrenaline down her spine.

Her fingers traced the tip of his penis again, and the pounding blood between his legs was surely enough to burst out of his skin. He couldn't breathe.

"Fucking tease," He spat at her through gritted teeth.

The grin that curled on her face was practically feline, "Say pretty please."

He thought she was the definition of how power corrupts. He was going to mention this and taunt her, but the thing was that he was positive that he'd explode if she didn't hurry up already. So he choked down his ego, "Please," he made it sound like a curse, but she accepted.

Her grin was shit-eating. "Well, if you say it like that…" She lowered herself on her elbows again, tossing her curtain of dark curls out of the way as she viciously sank her mouth down on his dick, choking back her gag reflex as his thick staff filled her throat. He roared in agreement, and attempted to fuck her mouth. She released him long enough to get two blissful thrusts in before she forced his disobedient hips back against the wall.

She swallowed some pre-cum, enjoying his groans as her throat tightened down on him. She hallowed out her cheeks and began to suck brutally. Damon managed to force his eyes to stay open to enjoy the view before him. There was a slight crease between her eyebrows in her concentration. Her dark curls tickled his thighs. Her nimble fingers caressed his balls. And her beautiful lips were formed in a perfect "O" as she sucked down on him. They were coated with a thick layer of his fluids, making them even more delectable. He licked his lips, hungry with the need to kiss the life out of the way too cocky witch before him.

…Later. Her mouth was pleasantly busy for now.

He felt explosive pressure build up in his balls. Bonnie scraped her teeth lightly against his shaft before taking in the tip and sucking it hard, letting her tongue crush his sensitive slit. It was too much. Roaring her name, he managed to rip from her constraints enough to violently rear up into her mouth and explosively empty himself down her throat.

She greedily swallowed every drop before releasing him, licking her moist lips in pleasure. She released her bindings and he immediately slumped down against the wall for support, completely spent. He was left dazed on the ground, attempting to catch his frantic breath as Bonnie picked herself off and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

She eyed the blundering mess on the ground with delight, "We'll talk later, Damon," She said before strutting out the door, an extra bounce in her step.

He still had not regained enough brain function to respond.

It wasn't until she reached her room when the full impact of what she'd just done came crashing down on her. Her knees trembled and she had to hold on to her bedpost for support. She had just willingly given her moral enemy—the person who had ruined her life, oral sex. What the fuck was wrong with her?

Shuddering with disgust, she lowered herself shakily on the ground and curled up in the fetal position. She was only trying to gain control… How did it lead to that? How must he think of her now? It shouldn't have been that bad. She wanted control and she gained it… but the fact of the matter was that…

She liked it.

Bonnie buried her face in her arms and simply cried.

This is unedited and I wrote it all two hours ago, so I apologize if there's mistakes. It's my first real lemon. :O I feel sorry for any little kid who had skipped over my warning. Congrats- you've officially been corrupted! :D

I'm currently in the very stressful process of applying for colleges, so believe me when I say that reviews=love. :)

Alright, back to studying for the sats... :(