Chapter 11

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervously excited about my first playtime with Eric. I left his house that night with a warmth in my belly and a different kind of confidence than I’d felt before. I was proud of myself for having taken such a big step, and for the first time in a long time I felt total happiness.

Any doubts I’d had about being a sub were erased after my first taste of being Eric’s pet.

I slept like a rock that night and in the morning I called Eric to let him know I was awake. Like the day before I got his voicemail, but that was alright. I thanked him again for the night before and told him I was excited for our first play date. Because I worked odd hours and almost always on weekends so our play would be restricted to the days I was off.

My next day off was the following Monday, and I was working closing shifts Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Sunday would be the difficult day since I was scheduled to cover lunch. Because I was closing the night before I wouldn’t have to be there at opening hours, but I would have to be there by eleven. Sundays at Merlotte’s were usually pretty slow since most folks went to church and had supper with their families. It wasn’t cost effective for Sam to keep the bar open much beyond three or four, so I’d be home in time for supper.

The plan, if I was up for it, was for me to go to Eric’s house on Sunday night. I didn’t know if we would play, but I was hoping we would. I was anxious to get that first scene in the books, but part of my training was to learn patience.

That afternoon as I was getting ready for work another delivery came, flowers that looked like my lady parts, and I blushed every time I looked at the arrangement. They came with a card from Eric, thanking me for choosing him to be my Sir. It was sweet of him, as pornographic as his choice of thank you gifts was. I put the flowers up in my room and even though I blushed, I did smile when I looked at them. They were lovely.

Eric and I had agreed that I would send him my work schedule every week, and when it was possible for me to spend two nights with him back to back, one of those nights would be free and the other would be for play. On free nights we could hang out around his house, or we might go out. In the beginning I hoped we would stay in. I liked having Eric all to myself and I was curious about him. There was a lot to learn.

Eric ended up occupying a lot of my headspace, and I found myself zoning out on him during the lulls at work, and when I crawled into bed at night I would call him to let him know I was okay and that I’d gotten home from work. I was forbidden from touching myself without his permission, and on Thursday night I was okay but on Friday night it was another story.

All I could think about was Wednesday night and how good it had all felt. I wanted more of it. So when I called him on my drive home I told myself that I was going to ask him for permission to touch myself.

“Hello, Sookie,” he said when he answered the phone.

“Hi,” I said with a smile. “How was your day?”

“It was very good. Work was busy and I signed a lease on a new commercial space for a bar I’ve been wanting to open for some time now,” he revealed.

“Is this a straight bar?” I asked him.

“In a manner of speaking. It would be open to the public for street traffic, if that’s what you’re asking,” he answered.

“That’s awesome. So this would be your second business?”

“More like just the latest in a long line,” he said. “I’m involved in several businesses, either as a silent partner, owner or a major investor.”

Of course he was. It explained his sprawling mansion with six bedrooms, eight bathrooms and thirteen acre parcel of land. I’d also learned what I thought was a four car garage was actually an auto storage area capable of housing sixteen cars at once. When Eric had taken me in there I had seen a cherry red Corvette that he told me was his everyday car, a large black van, an SUV that looked like a tank and a sleek sedan that I thought I saw an Audi insignia on the back of. I didn’t know what Eric needed with four cars, but I didn’t ask.

“So you work a lot of hours then. I guess that explains Bobby.”

“Bobby is a necessary evil,” Eric said.

“Yeah, I got the evil part,” I muttered.

“What was that?”

Fuck. Shit, fuck, shit.

“Nothing,” I said on reflex.

“Did you just lie to me, Sookie?” he asked, and I could feel permission to touch myself go right out the window. Goddamnit.

“Yes,” I admitted. “What I meant is that it’s not a big deal, Eric.”

“I think it is. You don’t strike me as the kind of person to nitpick over someone’s flaws, so if Bobby said or did something that bothers you, I want to know about it. As my employee he has no place insulting you,” Eric insisted.

“You’re right,” I sighed. “He didn’t say anything it was just his attitude. I figured maybe he was in a hurry or something and coming out to Bon Temps was an inconvenience for him.”

“If it was it was because he dawdled on his other tasks and put himself behind schedule. That’s no excuse for him to be rude to you,” Eric reasoned.

He was right about that as well.

“And since you attempted to keep a truth from me I’m going to give you your first punishment,” he said. It was on the tip of my tongue to get cheeky and ask how he was going to give me a long distance spanking, but before I could make things worse for myself he said, “You will write ‘I will not keep secrets from Sir’ 100 times. When you’re finished send me pictures.”

He was serious about it, too. I felt like a child that got caught misbehaving in class, but I guessed that was the point.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And I want those pictures before sunrise, or your punishment will increase,” he warned as I parked around the side of the house.

“It will be done before then,” I promised.

“Make sure it’s neat and legible, and handwritten, not typed on a computer,” he said.

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry I tried to hide the truth from you.”

“Full disclosure, Sookie,” he said and I nodded. “It’s not always going to be easy, but it is essential.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry if I disappointed you, Sir.”

“You’ll make it up to me,” he said. “Are you home now?”

“Yes, I just parked,” I told him.

“Very good,” he said as I turned off the car and got out.

I leaned against my car and stared up at the stars. “So what are you doing now?”

“Driving,” he said. “I have a quick stop to make somewhere and then I’ll go home.”

“Where are you stopping?”

“Stay outside for a minute and you’ll see,” he said.

No way. I ran around to the front of the house and sure enough his car turned into the driveway. Thank God Gran had already gone to bed.

“We’ll talk in a moment,” Eric said and then hung up.

I was completely surprised to see him coming up the driveway. He parked in front of the house and got out of his car much more gracefully than I thought a man of his size would be able to. He was dressed casually for the first time in a pair of dark washed jeans and a black v-neck shirt. He looked delicious in the moonlight. He seemed to be almost glowing.

“Well hello there,” I smiled at him.

“Hello,” he said as he walked toward me. “Surprised to see me?”


He opened his arms to me and I went into them easily. I hugged him tightly and I luxuriated in the feeling of his arms wrapped around me.

“If I bring you inside you have to be quiet,” I told him. “I do not want to have to explain to Gran why there is a strange man in the house.”

I started to lead him to the front door and Eric followed behind me.

“I promise,” he said as I dug into my purse for my keys.

“Good,” I said and slipped the key into the lock. I opened the door and said, “Okay, come on in, but I’m serious about being quiet.”

“I’ll be quiet as a church mouse,” he whispered in my ear and followed me into the house.

I closed the door behind us and signaled for Eric to follow me up the stairs. Sneaking a boy up to my room wasn’t something that should make me nervous at the age of twenty-five, but Gran was old school when it came to dating. I was worried enough about how I was going to explain being gone for two days at a time. Eric followed me to my bedroom and I closed us in the room together.

“If you come by at a respectable hour next time I’ll give you a tour of the house,” I said quietly.

“How long are you going to keep me a secret from your Gran?” Eric asked as I kicked off my shoes.

“I don’t know. Since we’re still on probation it stands to reason I should wait until we’re sure this is going to stick,” I said.

Eric nodded and looked around the room. I was thankful Gran had always insisted that we make our beds everyday. Since I’d done laundry earlier that day I didn’t have to worry about collecting stray underwear that was laying around the room.

It was a little weird to have two such different parts of my life colliding. I wasn’t ready for Eric to be a mainstream fixture in my life yet. There were a million questions Gran was going to ask and I wouldn’t have most of the answers I needed.

“How old are you?” I asked Eric. I didn’t know but I should. I should know when his birthday was as well.

“I will be thirty-four next August,” he said.

“So I just missed your birthday. Too bad.”

“When is your birthday?”

“July first.”


“Excuse me?”

“Your star sign.”

“Oh,” I laughed. “Yes, I’m a cancer. Do you follow astrology?”

“I think there’s something to it,” he said and then came closer to me. He smiled when he spotted his flowers on my dresser. “You like the flowers?”

“I do, even though they’re a little on the naughty side.”

“I saw them and they reminded me…” he trailed off but put his hand between my legs.

“Eric,” I breathed his name. I wanted him so much it was almost embarrassing, but we were in Gran’s house.

“I’ll make sure you keep quiet,” he said, and before I could protest, his mouth was on mine.

I should have pushed him away but I didn’t. Instead he grabbed me by my thighs and hoisted me up off the floor. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms went around his neck. He pressed me against the wall and rubbed his hips against mine so I could feel what I was doing to him. Fuck, it would have been easier to stop him if Eric wasn’t such a damn good kisser, but I couldn’t manage to talk myself into making him stop.

He moved away from my lips and down to my neck. He trailed wet kisses there until he got to my ear and whispered, “I have been thinking about your hot little cunt since you left me, Sookie. Will you let me taste it?”

Obviously we weren’t in play or he would have just thrown me down and taken what he wanted from me. A part of me hoped he would anyway.

“It’s Yours to do with as You please,” I answered smartly and the growl I got in return made me want to strip out of my clothes and fuck him until I couldn’t move.

“Good girl,” he said and then carried me over to my bed. He set me down on the mattress and helped me out of my clothes.

Eric stopped me when I got to my panties and pushed me to lie back. He removed the offending garment from me and dropped to his knees. His hands pushed my thighs apart and then pulled me to the edge of the mattress. He wasn’t sweet or gentle in his initial attack, simply diving in and assaulting my clit so quickly that I barely had the chance to cover my mouth before the moaning started. Gram’s hearing was declining, but she wasn’t deaf and I knew Eric could make me scream. He had promised to keep me quiet, but I was a little worried about how he was going to do that if his mouth was busy elsewhere.

He teased me almost to the point of orgasm, and then he lifted his head.

“Turn over,” he said, and I did as I was told.

My feet were on the floor and I was bent over the bed, exposed and ready for him. Eric grabbed one of my pillows and put it under my hips to put my ass at a higher angle. His hand rubbed over my right cheek where it was still a little sore from my spanking two days before.

“Do you want my cock, Sookie?” he asked as I heard him unzip his pants.

“Yes,” I said quietly. I looked over my shoulder to see him standing behind me, stroking himself.

“I really shouldn’t let you cum since you haven’t completed your punishment,” he said, and in my mind I wanted to weep.

“Please, Eric,” I begged. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“I have an idea,” he reached over to where my hairbrush was on my dresser. “Three swats with this and I’ll let you cum.”

I nodded my head and braced myself for the pain that I knew was coming. It would be worth it if he fucked me afterward.

The hairbrush landed paddle side down on my left cheek and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

“One,” I said even though he hadn’t asked me to count.

He struck my right cheek immediately after that.

“Two,” I said in a wavering voice as the pain started to set in. The third swat landed on my left cheek and no sooner did I count it out loud than Eric thrust into me.

I buried my face in the comforter and held on for dear life as he fucked me hard from behind. His hands held onto my hips as he pounded me, and it wasn’t long before I was close to cumming.

“May I cum?” I asked even though he had said he would let me.

“Not yet,” he said and I whimpered in frustration.

I tried to think about something to distract myself, but that only lasted for a minute before I asked again. Eric grabbed my hair and pulled at the same time his cock slid out of me.

“On your knees,” he ordered and I scrambled to do as he said.

Eric guided me to the floor and kept his hand in my hair, angling my head back.

“Open,” he demanded and my lips parted. He pushed his cock into my mouth and without being told I started to suck.

He thrust his hips until he was almost hitting the back of my throat. I’d never been face fucked like that, but I found I liked it. I liked that he was taking what he wanted. I liked knowing I was pleasing him.

Eric yanked my head back again when he’d had his fill of fucking my mouth. He let go of my hair and pulled me up off the floor, only to toss me back onto the bed. He loomed over me for a moment before lifting my hips and sliding home again. The angle was perfect and his strokes were long and deep.

“Oh God, that feels so good,” I said, and then covered my mouth.

Eric thrust harder, making me press my hands against my mouth a little harder. I was incredibly close to cumming so again I asked for permission.

“Do it, Sookie. Let me feel my cunt cum hard on my cock,” he said, and I let go.

At the last second he pulled my hands away from my mouth and kissed me hard instead. His hips continued to piston at that same hard and fast pace until he too couldn’t hold back, and he came hard inside me. I was still a shaking mess when he lifted his head and kissed me softly.

“Thank you, Eric,” I whispered.

“You’re welcome,” he said and kissed me again, that time much sweeter.

We stayed there on my bed for a while, making small talk and exchanging stories about our day. It was an hour before sunrise when I popped up suddenly and said, “Shit, my punishment.”

“Why don’t we let that spanking take its place?” he suggested, and pulled me under him. He was ready to go again.

“We have to make it quick. Gran is an early riser,” I smiled at him as he slid into me.

“Done,” he promised, and attached his lips to mine.

2 thoughts on “Chapter 11

    • I know! I’m inpatient! However, I just want to know (whether she is human or not or if she has some sort of ‘other’ness) can he glamour her? It seemed like he was in the chapter where they met and they were in the bar and he was calming her, but … I just want to know if he can glamour her whenever he wants. It just seems to make things different somehow if he can… maybe. I’m just wondering… I know – it’s a finished story so I can be patient and read and get the answer… eeek I have no patience. Deep calming breath… okay…moving along… I’ll figure it out. 🙂 You have to admit though that it’s hard to be patient with all this hot as shit claiming going on.

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