Many thanks to AJ for writing this yummy scene for my Pleasure Chamber. She stopped writing SVM fanfic, but wanted a chance to play with our Viking again.
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"Do you know why you're being punished Sookie?"
Eric's deep voice cut through quiet of his bedroom. A shiver ran down Sookie's back causing goosebumps to form on her arms. She struggled to find the words to answer him but was strangled by her own nervousness.
"Sookie. I've asked you a question and expect an answer. Do you know why you are being punished this evening?"
Sookie's voice came out small and timid.
"I involved myself in Were business again. Even though you asked me not to."
"Are you forgetting something?" She thought she heard the faint trace of amusement in his voice.
"I involved myself in Were business. Even though you asked me not to, Sir."
Eric's hand came to rest on her upper thigh, his fingertips toying with the soft swell of her ass.
With excruciating slowness he ran his hand up her back, his cool flesh against her own overheated skin. The contact broken only by the intricate criss-crossing of rope across her back. The same rope that twisted around her body like vines, binding her face down on his bed.
The feel of Eric's hand in her thick mass of blonde hair brought her back to the present.
"You're punishment will be 20 slaps of the hand and 10 of the paddle. I'm feeling generous. Which would you prefer first?"
Sookie paused for a minute. The paddle would surely hurt worse, but maybe it would be better to get it over with quickly.
"The paddle first, Sir."
she could almost feel him nod in agreement. The feel of his hands leaving her made her cry out. The room was pitch black. Her human eyes could see nothing though she was sure Eric could see her perfectly.
As if he could hear her thoughts a candle is lit in the corner of the room. The light moves closer, revealing a nude Eric, bathed in the soft yellow glow of the candle, holding a thick wooden paddle in his hand.
"I won't be easy on you. You earned this with your actions." His voice held no trace of regret, just the matter-of-fact tone she'd come to expect from him.
"I want you to count them for me. If you stop, we will start over from the beginning. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
The first strike takes her by surprise, the thick wood thudding against the delicate soft skin.
"One"
The second is higher, closer to her back.
"Two"
She feels a small bead of sweat roll down her back. The third strike meets her upper thigh.
"Three"
The heat of the candle resting on the nightstand makes her already overheated body burn hotter. The fourth strike hits her other thigh.
"Four"
Her nails dig into the rope that binds her hands to the bedposts. Bracing herself for the next hit.
The next five strikes come in rapid succession and she tries to keep up her counting.
She tells herself, one more strike then his hand.
The tenth blow is the hardest and she's sure he's bruised her.
"Ten" Her voice, like her body is shaking by now.
Eric's cool hand soothes her burning bottom.
There's a slight tone of awe in his voice when he speaks to her.
"You did very well Sookie. We'll do 20 slaps of the hand. You do not have to count this. Now is the time to think about what you have done."
"Yes, Sir"
Sookie closes her eyes and prepares herself, waiting for the blows to fall.
Eric's hand falls over and over. Quickly covering her bottom in harsh slaps, stinging the already sensitive skin. Tears roll down her cheeks, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.
Her head drops down as she feels her breath evening out, a sense of calm flowing over her as Eric delivers the last of his punishment.
His hands leave her ass as he moves to the head of the bed. One hand clasps her chin as he brushes away her tears.
"You know I had to do that Sookie. If you want to be a proper submissive, I can not falter in my training or give you any slack. I love you and want you to be the best submissive you can be. Do you understand this?"
"I do, Sir."
Eric's usual cocky grin slides into place and Sookie feels her heart fill with love for her vampire.
"Now to the fun part. I'm going to untie only your legs. Bring them up beneath you."
His hands caress each ankle as he frees her from the tight binding. Her ass burns and stings as she brings her knees up, raising her bottom in invitation.
Soft, cool, and wet, his tongue strokes her delicate folds. Her thighs tremble as he tongues her, plunging in deep, then withdrawing and circling her clit. His fangs drag against her sensitive lips, sucking them into his mouth, giving every inch of her dripping pussy the attention it deserves.
Two fingers enter her smoothly. His tongue trails up between her cheeks. Flicking over her virgin hole, making her gasp and writhe in her bindings.
She can feel his smile against her skin and his voice rumbles against her as he speaks.
"Not tonight, lover. But soon I will take you here."
Another flick of his tongue leaves no question in her mind about what he meant.
His lips kiss slowly up her spine, not stopping until she can feel the thick length of his erection pressing between her thighs. His hands hold her hips steady as he fills her inch by inch, stretching her welcoming warmth around his cock until she's begging for him to fuck her.
Sharp fangs scrape at her shoulder, leaving droplets of blood that are quickly lapped up by his eager tongue.
Ignoring her breathy gasps and moans, her voice pleading with him to take her, he continues his slow thrusts in. He takes his time filling her needy pussy with his cock, pulling out until only the head remains the pushing back in until his sac presses tightly against her.
His tongue moves over her back, licking the drops of sweat that have formed. Sookie opens her eyes and watches the muscles of his arms flex as he moves his hands to the bed to hold himself above her.
Once again his fangs meet her skin, breaking it open, drawing thin lines of blood across her shoulder. Each drop he consumes makes Eric's hips move faster, his cock now steadily pumping into Sookie's hot sheath.
She relishes knowing that her blood affects him this way, makes him lose his legendary control.
Her hips twist as she slowly clenches her walls down on him.
"Fuck. Sookie."
Her name is nothing more than a groan of pleasure. A smirk slides into place across her face until one of his fingers presses into her ass, sliding in and out in time with his now fast, hard thrusts.
Sookie's jaw drops down as she cries out Eric's name.
His other hand reaches beneath her body and pulls the clamps free of her nipples, pain flooding them, bringing tears to her eyes as he mercilessly rolls one then the other between his fingers.
The sharp pain sends a jolt of sensation straight to her clit and soon his hand has left her nipples and wedged itself between her thighs. He pinches and tugs on her clit, his thrusts becoming wild and erratic.
"Come for me, lover."
The feel of his breath on her ear as he growls out a final command sends her crashing into orgasm. Her hips rocking up onto his cock then grinding down onto his fingers as she comes apart.
A low groan that sounds like her name falls from his lips as he stiffens. His fangs pierce her neck as he floods her with his cum.
He quickly frees her wrists and soon she is rolled into his arms. Eric smoothes his hands over her still warm bottom as he settles her close to him and blows out the candle.
"Good night, Lover."
"Good night, Sir."
