Chapter 17

The task Eric gave me was, at least I assumed, about overcoming a mental barrier. Ultimately I wouldn’t be breaking any laws by using dirty words out loud. I thought them in my head all the time. Not once had I referred to Eric’s boy parts as his penis. My inability to use dirty words out loud was due to a lifetime of conditioning to be a lady.

A lady didn’t talk like that.

A lady also probably didn’t have fantasies of being dragged into the bathroom at her place of work to be fucked hard up against the wall while her Sir pulled her hair and called her a dirty little slut, so I really had my work cut out for me. When I explained this to Eric he rationalized the behavior he wanted me to learn by pointing out that I could still be a lady and have a dirty mouth on me when we were in private.

“It’s like anything else, Sookie. You have to use your judgment to determine when something is appropriate. Obviously there are times when you have to clean up your language, but when it’s just you and me there is nothing wrong with you saying that your pussy is wet or that you want my cock in your mouth,” he said.

I stared at him for a moment and then said, “I love it when you talk like that. I want to get to the point where I can, but I’m not there yet.”

“You still have a few days,” he said.

“I’ve been practicing. I followed the instructions you emailed me and I’ve been working on it.”

“That’s good.”

We were at the club and Eric was dressed in another perfectly tailored suit. I was wearing a slinky black dress he’d sent me the day before, and I’d foregone a bra and panties. For the last two hours we had been in his private room at the club and aside from a hello kiss that lasted almost five minutes, Eric had yet to touch me.

That wasn’t a bad thing, but I had some sort of sexually charged Pavlovian response to seeing him in a suit. I honestly never noticed until Eric how good a suit could look on a man and I liked that he didn’t expect me to get dressed up just so he could lounge around in flannel pants and stained t-shirts. Then again, I doubted Eric owned flannel pants, or pajamas of any kind for that matter.

“Come with me,” Eric said when he closed his laptop and stood up.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

He smirked and said, “Bird watching.”

Uh huh.

All the same I took his arm when he offered it and we left the room together. I’d learned that the room I always met Eric in was his personal room and off limits to the other club members. I loved his room. It screamed of his personality, blending just the right amount of color with a hint of gothic to it. The furniture was all heavy wood and the walls were painted a shade of crimson that looked like fresh blood.

We walked down the hall arm in arm until we got to the stairs, and then he held my hand as we descended. Madame Raven was at her usual post at the door and the bartender, whom I learned was named Longshadow, was behind the bar. Both of them nodded to Eric and me as we passed then by, and headed down the long corridor where the various playrooms were. I hadn’t seen Tara or Eggs’ car outside when I arrived, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there now.

Eric stopped outside the room designated as “The Jungle Gym,” and smiled at me. That room was for orgies, and my first visit to that room had me blushing so hard I was sure it’d never go away.

“Eric, I don’t think I’m ready for an orgy,” I whispered.

“We aren’t going to join,” he responded and kissed my hair.

That only made me feel marginally better, but I didn’t protest when Eric opened the door for me to go in first. Already I heard moaning and shouts of orgasm. The room reeked of sex and at first it was hard to breathe. It wasn’t just because of the smell, but there was so much energy coming from the room. It was impossible not to feel a little overwhelmed by it. My hand reached for Eric’s, and he closed the door behind us. I felt my skin start to flush as we stepped further into the room. There were practically piles of people everywhere, dotting various locations in the room. Without prejudice or seeming to notice, men and women turned to grope, kiss, fondle or pay some sort of sexual attention to one another. The energy seemed to be fueling a frenzy of sexual activity.

At the center of it all was a woman dressed like a Greek goddess. Her hair was dark and curled in tight ringlets that framed her face. A crown of grape leaves rested on her head and she was wearing a sheer, shimmering toga. Golden strappy sandals were on her feet and the bangles on her wrists looked ancient. Of course it seemed appropriate for there to be a ‘goddess’ present to preside over an orgy. What a job that must have been.

And I must have stared at her for too long because she seemed to glide as she approached Eric and me.

“Mr. Northman, I see you have a new… friend,” she looked me up and down. Her eyes paused briefly on the necklace I was wearing. It wasn’t really anything special, but it was one I wore almost all the time. Just a simple chain with a little pendant on it with words I didn’t know the meaning of and a raven plucking its feathers. It was kind of creepy, but I liked it because it was unique. I’d never see anything like it. Callisto lifted her eyes to mine and said, “This one could be one of Athena’s if she was still a virgin.”

“Be nice, Callisto,” Eric chastised.

Callisto? That was even more uncommon than Sookie.

She reached out and put her hand on my stomach. Callisto smiled and then looked up at Eric with a sparkle in her dark, onyx eyes that was a little scary. Her pupils were dilated and the whites of her eyes seemed to glow.

“The Bacchanal this year promises to be interesting, Mr. Northman,” she said. “This one will be especially active.”

My jaw dropped at her suggestion. Working in a bar meant that I was particularly familiar with what a bacchanal was, and I opened my mouth to protest when Callisto suddenly glided away to where one group was getting especially loud. The energy in the room increased, as did the noise.

I couldn’t explain it, but it was like I was suddenly overwhelmed with all the sexual energy in the room. My knees started to buckle, but Eric caught me. He held me to him and I could feel that he was turned on as well. His erection rubbed against my backside and when I felt his lips on my neck I no longer cared that we were in a room full of people that were fucking and searching for pleasure any way they could get it. I didn’t stop Eric from putting his hand under my skirt, or from letting his other hand cup my breast.

I pushed back against his erection and started to rub myself against him. The energy in the room demanded that I give in to it and I surrendered control. My head turned and Eric’s lips captured mine. His fingers stroked over my lower lips before dipping into my folds. His kisses stole my breath until I had to break away to fill my lungs.

“Do you see them, Lover? Do you feel the energy?” he said in a husky voice.

I nodded and melted back against him when his fingers circled my entrance. My eyes found a group to settle on and I watched them writhe and contort in pleasure while Eric started to slide his fingers inside me. He pumped them in and out at a slow, torturous pace, and he kissed my neck in a wet and almost sloppy way. He blew cool breaths over the wet spots that made me shiver, and every now and then his thumb would rub against my clit.

I moaned and closed my eyes as the waves of pleasure started to get bigger and bigger. Just breathing was an effort, and I was clinging to Eric to keep myself upright. When my eyes opened Callisto was staring right at me. There was something about the way she looked at me that made me uncomfortable but I didn’t know what it was.

The rapture in the room started to fade, but Eric kept fucking me with his fingers. I was too far gone to stop him, and when his fingers curled inside me I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. The energy in the room began to rise again and the whites of Callisto’s eyes started to glow.

“Do you want to cum for me, Lover?” Eric whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I nodded in case he couldn’t hear me.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

That energy was so powerful it had me going a little bit mad and it stopped me from thinking about all of the other people in the room, in spite of how aware I was of their presence.

“Fuck me, Eric. Please fuck me,” I moaned, and then I came and the noise in the room got much louder. It seemed as if my orgasm had somehow set off a chain reaction.

Eric pulled his fingers from me and pushed me up against the wall. He lifted me by my thighs and my legs wrapped around him. His back was to the rest of the room so I could keep watching the goings on while he fucked me. He managed to pin me there and somehow get his pants open. I reached into them and tore my eyes away from Callisto and the orgy long enough to pull his cock out and look into his eyes.

Like Callisto, his pupils were dilated, and I wondered if mine were too. I stroked him as we starred at one another, and when Eric kissed me we kept our eyes open. It was strange and yet extremely sexy to look into his eyes while we kissed.

But then Eric broke the kiss and I guided his cock to my opening. He put just the tip in at first and my gut reaction was to lean forward and bite his neck. I bit so hard that I drew blood. I’d tasted blood before and it was always metallic and coppery, but not Eric’s. It had those qualities, but there was a sweetness to it that I wasn’t expecting and before I knew it, I was lapping at the little wound I had created. Eric groaned loudly and when I pulled back to look at him his lips caught mine again. He thrust into me, filling me in the most perfect way, and immediately started to pump into me hard and fast. The kiss broke and I held onto him for dear life as he fucked me.

I stared over his shoulder at Callisto, who was smiling like she knew something I didn’t. The energy in the room started to grow intense and climb with every thrust of Eric’s hips. He drove into me deeply, hitting all the right spots and making me cry out as I got closer and closer to cumming. His lips grazed along my neck, and when I felt his teeth drag roughly on my skin a tingle shot up my spine.

“Bite me,” I whispered in his ear, but I didn’t know why.

Eric licked and nuzzled my neck and as the energy in the room rose my orgasm took over. My mind went blank with pleasure, and I watched as Callisto started to shake and glow. The room reached a crescendo as my pussy squeezed hard around Eric’s cock. There was just the littlest stinging sensation in my neck, but when Callisto smiled at me again I felt a fresh wave of orgasm hit me and it was even more intense than the other two combined. Eric shouted in a language I didn’t understand, and then everything went black.

When my eyes opened again I wasn’t in the orgy room at the club anymore. I was in the bedroom at Eric’s house, and Eric was sitting on the loveseat next to the bed with a concerned expression on his face.

“How long have I been asleep?” I asked him.

“It’s almost dawn,” he said.

“What?” I sat up but felt a little woozy. “What the hell happened, Eric?”

“The orgy room can get a little intense,” Eric said and climbed up onto the bed next to me. “I think we got a little carried away. You came too hard and passed out on me.”

I sank back against the pillows. I tried to replay it all in my mind but it was like a big blur. I remembered Callisto, watching the orgy and even that rush of energy that had overwhelmed me, robbing me of my common sense and ability to think clearly.

“I think I bit you last night,” I said, recalling that one detail quite sharply. His blood had been thick, warm and sweet, almost like a good maple syrup, but that just sounded crazy so I kept it to myself.

“Yes, you did,” he smiled.

“I don’t know what came over me, I just did it. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked, and moved my head to look at where I thought I’d bitten him, but there were no marks.

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” Eric said.

“Did you bite me back?” I asked, touching the spot on my neck where I was sure he had sunk his teeth in, but I felt nothing there. “I must have imagined it. The whole thing feels like a dream. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before.”

“There was an extraordinary amount of energy in that room last night, but now you can understand how it’s easy to get carried away,” he said and drew me closer to him.

I let myself relax against him and Eric began to stroke my hair gently. My eyes closed and I held onto him as tightly as I could with one arm. I felt lightheaded and a little like I was floating in my own body but it wasn’t like when I dropped into subspace. With subspace there was a feeling of euphoria and a detachment from my physical senses, but what I felt lying there with Eric it was just deep relaxation. It was the same feeling I felt when I found that perfect spot and position in bed right before I fell asleep, that feeling like I didn’t want to move and couldn’t fathom being anywhere else.

Eric, I realized, was my comfy spot. Everything about him encouraged me to relax and trust myself.

I fell into another deep sleep and when I opened my eyes again I was alone. I scrambled to find my phone so I’d know what time it was and found my purse on the dresser. My battery was low, but at least I knew I wasn’t late for work. I was, however, going to need to rush to get ready. I thought about calling in sick for a moment but I couldn’t do that.

My head spun, forcing me to sit down on the edge of the bed. I wasn’t sure why I felt so dizzy or why my memory was so fuzzy, but something had to have happened besides a monumental orgasm that shut my system down. There was something about Callisto that stuck in my craw. She had to have something to do with it. I hadn’t seen her in the room my first night at The Playground so she had to be part of the reason I was all hazy.

Or maybe I just needed a good breakfast and a strong cup of coffee to get my shut together. The first step to that was getting in the shower. Taped to the bathroom mirror was a note from Eric, letting me know that my car had been driven back the night before and was waiting for me in the driveway.

I smiled at Eric’s thoughtfulness and started the shower. I stripped out of the nightgown that Eric must have put on me. Miraculously all of my bruises were gone. My skin seemed clearer and my hair seemed shinier than it had been the day before. Steam began to fill the room so I stopped looking at myself and got into the shower to get my day started.


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