&quot;I can waken things inside you that have been sleeping all your life.&quot;

"I wasn't torturing him." She murmured, sliding her hand up Damon's chest, reaching up to touch his cheek gently so he would look at her. Then she reached up with her other hand, tugging him down for a soft kiss, using a bit of tenderness to counter the spanking he had just experienced.

Now. She whispered softly in his head.

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He shifted into the kiss, even if he was ready to pull back and away from both of them and just take care of himself. He didn't have much room for finesse, but when she gave him permission, he moved, sliding on top of her and pinning her to the bed before pressing himself into her and moaning with relief as he felt her around him.

Elijah sat on the edge of the bed, watching the two of them, heat in his eyes.

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Rebekah was more than ready for him, falling back against the bed as he pushed her down, pinning her into place even as she wrapped her arms around him. She cried out a little as he slid into her, sparks racing along her system as she shuddered and arched up beneath.

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He wasn't going to last long, Damon knew. He was too primed, too on edge, too ready to just fall apart. Considering she'd been the one to instigate it, he didn't feel nearly so bad about setting up a hard and fast rhythm immediately.

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No, she certainly didn't mind. Crying out again, she held onto him, tightly, as she rocked her hips to match his rhythm. She wasn't nearly as far gone as he was but she was so close already after the events of their night so far. The elevator, the hunt, teasing him and then watching Elijah spank him...

She pushed, seamlessly rolling with him so she ended up on top again, holding him deep in her body as she leaned up and set to riding him hard and fast.

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It was another shift, another loss of control, and Damon snarled just a little bit under his breath. But, at least this time she didn't pull away, still moving, still feeling her around him. He arched up, meeting her, and then cried out as his release finally peaked and tore through him, heightened from being denied for so long.

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She heard and felt the snarl but it didn't matter at the moment, not when her own release was tearing through her, her body shuddering as she came hard and fast. Collapsing on top of him even as the aftershocks trembled through her, she turned her head to press her lips to his neck.

Don't be mad, love. She whispered soothingly in his head.

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Mad wasn't quite what he'd describe himself as feeling. Something else, something still unsettled, yes, but not angry, not really. He breathed in her scent, arms sliding around her, fingertips ghosting down her spine.

It's fine.

He just wasn't used to having that much control stripped away from him. As hard as he'd come....he still wasn't sure how he felt about it.

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It had been a test to see if he would play along while she took some control of her own but she could sense that he was unsettled by it all. She frowned softly against his neck while his fingers danced over her spine.

We won't do it again.

She leaned up enough to peek at Elijah to see what he was doing.

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Unsettled was probably a better word than mad. It was one thing to know your lovers could snap you like a twig if they thought to. It was another to have it so...much pointed out as it were. Power games were things he liked...when he was the one with the power.

On the other hand--it was disturbingly hot just to submit. Emphasis on the disturbing. But very hot.

He was confused, and didn't really reply.

Elijah was watching them with a sort of heated amusement, turned on by the display, but with a little concern lingering at the mish-mesh of emotions that had been swirling around all night.

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Rebekah slipped away as she noticed the concern under the amusement and she looked at Damon with a quiet look as she moved back to settle against the headboard once more. Not a sense of guilt was sweeping over her, replacing the heat and the enjoyment of playing with him.

She should have known that a loss of control would bother him, she had felt it when they got further into it but she hadn't been able to stop. Maybe she should have though.

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Damon hadn't meant to make her withdraw, and he didn't regret the last hour. It was just new. Disconcerting. It shifted his sense of place just a bit, and he just needed to work through that to see it didn't really mean or change anything. It was sort of like letting Elijah top, when no one else, not even Stefan, had been granted that privilege since one of his tutors at school showed him how it was done, all those centuries ago.

He shook his head a little, reaching out to snag her hand. "Don't do that..."

Elijah shifted, as well, to wrap his arms around Rebekah and snuggle up against her.

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Rebekah blinked gently, pulled out of her darker thoughts to look at Damon as he snagged her hand and Elijah pulled her into his arms. She offered a slight smile then, tugging at his hand to draw him closer to her so that she can hold him a little as well. All three of them together as she liked it.

"I'm not doing anything." She swept her fingers through his hair even while tilting her head against Elijah's shoulder.

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"Good, because you were getting that brooding look this one and Stefan both get," he said with a nod at Elijah, "And the two of them are enough."

Elijah made a face at him, but he smiled a little, pressing a kiss to the top of Rebekah's head.

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"Don't be rude." She nudged him with her foot but it was said with a flicker of a smile. He would see her eyes sharpen with mischief then even as she gave a little sniff. "I could never be as bad as them." She smirked then, waiting for the reaction from Elijah.

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"I do not brood," Elijah muttered. He might, however, have been vaguely pouting at the fact that he was still dressed in all but his tie while they were curled up against him naked.

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"We don't believe you." Rebekah tilted her head back with a small smirk, eyeing her brother and the fact that he was pouting. "Aw, don't pout. We're only teasing you."

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Damon chuckled a little. "I don't think he's pouting over us teasing..."

Elijah shot him a look, even as Damon leaned in to nuzzle at his jaw. Sadly, it was going to take a while for him to muster up strength again, after that.

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"Ooh." Rebekah smirked as if she were just understanding it now. Shifting to her knees beside him as Damon leaned in to nuzzle him, she reached out to slide her hand over his thigh, reaching the in-seam of his pants before raking her nails slowly back over towards her again. "I've been neglectful." She smirked, clearly not as tired.

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Elijah arched a little toward her fingers with a slightly pleased sound. "I figured one of you would remember me eventually," he murmured, tilting his head for Damon and running his fingers up Rebekah's side.

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"I'd never forget you." She murmured back, her fingers dancing up his thigh and then over him, caressing him gently.

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"That's something of a relief," he murmured, obliquely, before arching into her hand with a quiet moan. He was already hard from watching them and disciplining Damon. Her touch just burned through him like fire.

Damon's lips continued to tease his neck, teeth nipping here and there, but never quite enough.

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"Only something of a relief?" Rebekah asked with an amused look, her fingers still moving against him as she watched Damon nip playfully at his neck.

Sliding her hand up, she got his pants undone rather easily, giving her the opening to slide her hand inside so she could touch him more intimately.

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"Mmhmm." He didn't expand on the statement, just arched a bit more, breath stuttering as she finally touched him, skin-on-skin.

Damon chuckled and scraped a fang over his skin, drawing a line of blood. He licked it up, delicately, as the scrape healed.

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