The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

As Damon woke up in the morning, the sun was shining brightly. The warm weight that had been on top of him was now gone, so he assumed that Mimi had woken up and gone off to do whatever she needed to do, perhaps cooking. Damon smiled to himself, knowing that it was time for them to take over the kitchen.

He wanted to cook with Mimi since she needed meals too, especially because she was pregnant and it was not good for her to stand up and move around. As he walked to the shower, Damon's mind was filled with various emotions. He almost felt a bit guilty washing off Mimi's scent, but he knew he would regain it soon enough. He smiled thinly as he rinsed himself one last time.

Although he was still a little tired and his muscles were slightly sore, he knew he would feel better soon. Damon wasn't sure what he would end up doing, as his lustful encounter with Mimi had given him a few ideas. However, he had needed some sleep earlier, so there was no time for carnal activities.

But now, it was a whole different story. He couldn't help but fantasize, and his jeans felt tight as his imagination took over. Then, he had a great idea. He decided to have a pampering day for the females. It would be even better.

He planned to give them sensual massages, bathe them personally, take them to the sauna, give them another massage, and prepare them to be ravished. He shared his ideas with the rest of the Salvatores and the other men. Adam and Charles confirmed that Mimi's bedroom was ready, as well as Mariella's nursery. The spa was also finished, along with most of the larger renovations. If necessary, they could use magic to complete the remaining tasks.

Damon strolled lazily into the kitchen, wearing only faded jeans. He wanted to show off a little bit of his body and see their reactions. He moved softly and stealthily so he could observe for a while. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched the scene before him.

The kitchen was filled with various items. On one countertop, there was a novel machine, a steel-colored contraption that resembled a dough maker but was slightly different. It was on and churning something. On the next countertop, there were all sorts of baked goods, filling the air with their inviting aroma. There were rolls, pastries, and cream puffs. Mariella was carrying large pieces of meat and placing them on a table. There were also several foil-wrapped chunks on the table.

Mimi was in the process of opening a large pile of rolls, varying in size. Damon noticed a faint steam rising from them.

Mimi turned to Mariella and said, "Place the horse next to the cutting machine. We need it to be as thin as possible. Mimosa, are the pastramis done?"

Mimosa brought a huge dish filled with thinly sliced pastrami next to Mimi.

Mimi instructed her, "Next, we'll work on the fish. Start by mashing it up and adding the heaviest cream and the fattest cream cheese. Once the fish is incorporated, add the eggs and butter."

Shadow chimed in, "I have finished preparing the yak and the herb mix for the butter. Is the butter almost ready?"

Mimi glanced at a strange machine that was emitting a different sound. There seemed to be liquid somewhere.

Mimi replied, "Just a few more minutes. The butter is being washed, and we'll use the whey so it doesn't go to waste. Meanwhile, start measuring the coffees. We need them to start brewing as soon as possible."

Damon's intense gaze followed Shadow as she walked back to the kitchen, where there were at least a hundred jars filled with coffee beans and many coffee makers of the same model. Shadow began measuring the coffee beans into the machines.

Suddenly, a small door opened at the back of the kitchen, catching Damon's attention. He raised an eyebrow as he saw that a portion of the back wall had been removed, revealing this new door. Elena and Katherine entered the kitchen, carrying heavy bags.

Elena brought her bounty to Mimi, saying, "Here are the cheeses for you: mozzarella, edam, and six different blue cheeses."

Mimi nodded and replied, "Thank you. Why don't you start chopping up the fruits for our fruit salad? Use the big glass bowls up there; they're large enough."

Elena nodded, while Katherine delivered her bounty to Mariella, bringing more cheese and several bottles of wine.

Mariella opened one bottle of red wine, smelled it, tasted it, and declared, "Yeah, this is good for our wine sauce. Mimi, I have the wine ready."

Damon couldn't help but sigh as he watched Mimi devour her fifth creampuff, knowing that she was inviting trouble.

Mimi turned to Mariella and said, "The roast is cooked perfectly. Go ahead and pour in the wine."

Mariella took the bottle. Damon straightened himself and walked into the room.

Mariella stopped in her tracks as she looked Damon up and down, saying, "Oh, good morning. You look as dashing as ever. Go ahead and have a seat. Mimi will serve you breakfast."

Damon grunted as he snatched the wine bottle from Mariella.

"You go sit, it's time to eat," he said.

Mariella protested, "I've already had breakfast. We started baking at six."

It was nine-thirty, which furrowed Damon's brows.

He spoke a little more strictly, "Sit down. You're pregnant, you need to eat more."

Mimi reassured him, "Don't worry, we eat while we do stuff."

Her hand reached for the cream puffs again.

Damon took a few steps and gripped her wrist firmly. "Stop, no more. Both of you, get your asses to sit down. I'll give you something to eat."

Mimi rolled her eyes and replied, "Feel my stomach, it's full. There's no room for much, so take it easy. I'll soon make some rolls and steaks. Chill out."

Damon's voice remained deceptively calm as he reached over and took the cream puffs out of Mimi's reach. "You damn well know these are not good for you. Yes, there's cream inside, but it's wasted as it pushes all the trash forward in your gut. You're straining your gut once again, as carbs don't digest, so they're useless for you and the babies."

Mimi simply rolled her eyes and said, "I've eaten my meat, and drank my coffee. I have cravings. Fuck five cream puffs, and you're all over me."

Damon grabbed her and dragged her to sit down, then went to the fridge and prepared a big meal, placing it in front of her.

He said coldly, "Eat, don't whine."

Next, he gave a meal to Mariella, who was also sitting down. Mimi ate, sighing like a damn teenager, but Damon paid no heed. He went for Mimosa, cornering her against the wall.

With his soft, silken voice, he asked, "Now, my love, care to explain what the hell is going on here?"

Mimosa nervously swallowed and began, "We're baking now after all the cooking. Over there, we have 30 cake bases cooling off. We've made rolls and croissants using nut flour and a special exotic flour from the Amazon. It's perfect for Mimi, and Number Two approved it some time ago. We plan to fill the croissants with various ingredients like fish, meat, cheese, and flavored paste. In the oven, we also have rabbits and Kobe roasts. The rabbits were one big roll and were supposed to be marinated in wine. Since they're older and tougher meat, we wrapped them in wagyu fat."

Mimosa's voice trembled as Damon grunted and said, "Go on, tell me more."

He mercilessly interrogated poor Mimosa, leaving her no choice but to answer.

Mimi rolled her eyes and muttered, "Jeez, blabber everything, will you?"

Damon shot Mimi a withering gaze, intimidating her.

Mimosa continued, "The coffees are from Moldova, the latest blend. Mimi has a large supply of them, and we were planning to have a taste test. Most of the meat is also from Moldova, as we have large freezers. The butter is wagyu, which Mimi's friend Joshua, who looks like a young Don Johnson, provided. He knew Mimi would need meat about 10 years ago. A few months ago, there was a similar unfortunate incident where several small calves died, leaving around 20 cows with full udders of milk. As wagyu is not a milk breed, Joshua couldn't sell it to a dairy due to guidelines and such."

Damon grunted, glanced at Mimi, and softly said, "Oh baby, it seems we need to have a long chat about many things. But please, continue, Mimosa. This is quite enlightening."

Mimosa swallowed nervously. The other Salvatores began to enter the kitchen, as Damon shared the information through their hive bond. Number Two's expression was far from gentle or friendly as he locked eyes with Mimi.

He murmured as he walked behind her, "You have been quite unruly, baby. Tsk tsk, that won't do."

As he reached Mariella, he leaned in and whispered something in her ear, causing her to swallow nervously.

Damon took charge, instructing numbers ten and nine, "Please check on the meats. If they're still good, keep them. Otherwise, put them in the freezer. Also, inspect the smoking house and pit. The ladies have been working hard."

The two men nodded and went to carry out their tasks.

Mimi muttered something quietly, prompting Damon to lean over and ask, "Sorry, baby, what did you say? I didn't quite catch it."

Mimi pursed her lips and remained silent.

Damon smirked cruelly, then turned to numbers four and five, ordering, "Put the baked goods in the freezer where the ladies can't reach them. Pregnancy cravings, you know."

They nodded in understanding.

Mariella looked sulky, while numbers two and three added, "We'll take care of the butter and coffees. Do you want us to taste or just smell?"

Damon pondered for a moment before replying, "Put them in the back of the fridge. We'll taste them later. Right now, we're too busy. The rest of you, check the cheeses and go to the cheese and wine cellar. I'll ensure the ladies are eating properly."

His cold gaze shifted to Elena and Katherine, who remained silent. Wulfe entered the room and whispered something to Damon, who smiled thinly.

He approached Katherine and said, "Let me test it out. Katherine Salvatore... I like the sound of it, don't you, dear?"

Katherine's hands clenched, her eyes narrowed, and she tightly pursed her lips, clearly showing her anger. She didn't want to be married to Damon. Damon smiled, finding this situation amusing.

It served multiple purposes - he was protecting the pregnant females from overexertion while asserting his dominance as the pack leader. His word was law. Mimi's expressions were quite animated lately, and her sharp gaze seemed to notice everything, which was both impressive and slightly unnerving.

It was evident that little Miss High and Mighty was facing some problems, causing her to relinquish her bossy demeanor. Damon approached what he knew to be Mimi's meat and decided to give it a try.

He took a few sprinkles of herbs that Shadow had chopped, along with some Wagyu butter, and created a flavorful herb butter that he spread over the meat. Then, he added a sprinkle of panko flour and salt before placing the meat in the oven for about ten minutes. Mimi's expression turned thunderous, and she struggled to hold back her words.

However, it didn't matter because soon it was time for a lesson for all four pregnant females, a lesson about his power over them. As Damon directed his hive, nine other "versions" of himself, to perform various tasks in the kitchen, taking over what the females had started, he couldn't help but feel satisfied.

He went to sit next to Mimi, who was now enjoying fruit smoothies prepared by Number Four, who had the most accurate taste for her deficiencies as a true apothecary. Who had tasted the other females as well and reported to Number One, about which female was missing what from their blood.

This gave Damon the opportunity to have some fun and create different concoctions for each female, including Katherine and Elena. All he had to do was give them a certain look, and Katherine knew better than to speak up, unless she wanted a quick wedding and to become his wife.

Mimi continued sipping her smoothies while Damon's hand reached into his pocket. Soon, Mimi blinked and shook her head slightly. Her expression went from irate to dazed as Damon discreetly pressed a regulator in his pocket, gradually flooding Mimi's blood with a sedative from her sedative organ. He wanted her to feel it happening slowly, relishing the power rush.

Damon whispered to Mimi, "What's the matter, baby? Feeling a little out of it? Are you calming down? You need to take it easy. Guess what, baby? Your days of being the leader in the kitchen are over."

With each passing moment, Mimi's expression transformed into one of love, her gaze becoming unfocused.

She was sitting there, not really drinking her smoothie.

Damon leaned towards her and said, "Go on, have a few sips again."

At the same time, Mariella, Mimosa, and Shadow also began to feel dizzy. Mimosa frowned and shook her head, catching a whiff of her food.

Damon chuckled, "Oops, did I forget to inform you that during the operation, when we took the cubs out, you two received sedative organs as well?"

Shadow's eyes flashed momentarily, but a single press of Damon's finger on the regulator in his pocket extinguished the glint and she slumped slightly. Number five came to her aid, urging her to keep eating, and she obediently complied.

Damon's little sedative was quite innovative, completely draining their willpower from the game. Well, in Mimi's case, it wasn't as simple, as her substance was much more potent, keeping her doped up for quite a while.

Soon, there was a Salvatore by the side of each female, directing them while they were under the influence. Even Elena and Katherine had little syringes for them, a sharp prick between the ribs causing Elena to gasp before her mind was completely overwhelmed by the powerful sedative. Their wills were now completely out of balance. 

Damon lovingly ensured that Mimi ate the appropriate amount before gently saying, "Come on, baby, it's time to rest. Naughty girls must face their punishment."

He helped her up, wrapping his hand around her waist, and led her into their newly renovated bedroom. The room was adorned with shades of violet, gold, and deep blood red. A large bed was placed against one wall, and golden, heavy curtains hung in the smaller, less drafty windows. The floor was polished, with luxurious deep purple rugs.

Damon opened the bed, removing the blood red silk comforter and neatly folding it as he guided Mimi to sit. A sedative organ slowly released into her bloodstream, keeping her sedated until he allowed her to wake. An electric current in her collar prevented her from accessing her rage. Damon handed Mimi one of his used tee shirts, undressed her, and dressed her in it.

He murmured calmly, directing her to lie down, saying, "That's it, good girl. Now lay down. Here you go."

He covered her warmly, sat by her side, and gently stroked her face and hair. "Maybe next time, baby, you'll learn. Now it's time for a nice, long nap. Your collar is on, so don't let your rage consume you. I have administered a steady dose of medication through your organ to keep you doped up."

Mimi's tired eyes flickered wearily, but she was too drugged to fight back.

Damon looked into her eyes and softly commanded, "Now, baby, look at me. That's it. Sleep. Close your eyes and sleep."

He used his power to compel her, the effects reaching her drug-addled brain. Her dark blue eyes closed, her long lashes contrasting against her pale skin. Damon rested his head on his chest, closing his eyes as he felt her drift off to sleep.

He kept a small part of his mind monitoring her, ensuring she stayed asleep. Silently, he left the room, pulling the curtains closed and engulfing the space in darkness. It was time for Mimi to rest, and for Damon, it was time to cook.