Title: Wrapped
Synopsis: Eric Northman has been working too hard since New Year and Sookie is tired of being brushed aside. And now Valentine's Day is coming. Her solution? Break all the rules to ensure she's on his naughty list. Then surprise him when he returns from work by wrapping herself in holiday flare.
Cherry red corsets, red fairy wings and cherry red heels may look good on his Sookie, but after four days of bratty misbehaviour, Eric only wants to see her naked on all fours, ready to be spanked. And if getting into the holiday spirit means testing the strength of red silk ribbon and being clamped by fairy wings? Eric is happy to give Sookie one or two of her gifts early.
Disclaimer: The author's rights of True Blood and Southern Vampire Mysteries are not mines, they belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.
Author's note: Remembering Eric's scenes in the dungeon with Ivetta and Eric's dream about Sookie, I got inspired to write this I hope you like.
This fic was on the contest in the Valentine's Day Special Challenge: Bitter True or Sweet Lies? From the Forum "True Blood: Faeries and Vampires do not mix, do they?"
Rated: M
Wrapped
Sookie looked at her cherry red corset and her red fairy wings in the mirror and smiled. No matter how preoccupied Eric had been with his new business pitch, there was no way he'd be able to ignore her in something so sexy and ridiculous.
She adjusted the garter strap on her thigh highs, glanced down at her four-inch red heels, and checked the time on her phone. His plane had landed an hour ago. He would be there any minute. Mad as hell. She licked her cherry-red glossed lips and grinned at her reflection again.
Eric had sent her very specific tasks for the days he'd been in Boston. Tasks Sookie either ignored altogether or modified. She knew she was playing with fire disobeying him, but the introduction of the business in the stock market had had all but consumed Eric over the past few weeks, and Sookie was tired of competing for his time. He would have to punish her, and with any luck, it would be long, hard, and drawn out. Yep, probably more long-lasting than the six hours with Ivetta.
The front door banged open, and Sookie squeaked. She swivelled around, and her breath caught in her throat as he stomped into their bedroom. Beautiful deep blue eyes zeroed in on her. His blonde hair left uncapped still had a few snowflakes on it. The heat and energy coming from his white marble skin pelted her. God, he was delicious when he was furious.
"Nice corset. Take it off," he said, his voice threaded with steel.
"Welcome home, Master."
"Take. It. Off. You're in deep trouble, little fairy."
Butterflies took off in Sookie's stomach as she started unhooking the front of her corset. Eric dropped his black leather jacket on the armchair in their bedroom and removed his clothes with quick efficiency. She stared at his backside when he turned around, admiring his fine ass, firm and smooth. It won't change a bit in the future as it hadn't changed in the years she'd known him, he was a vampire after all. He was the sexiest man she'd ever laid eyes on.
Her hands shook as she slipped the corset, garter belt, and thigh highs off. She had hoped he would take more time to admire her in the carefully planned outfit before it hit the floor. But apparently, that wasn't in the cards. He was more furious than she'd expected.
Eric stepped in front of her, and she braced herself for his touch, squeezing her eyes shut and waiting for his hands to grab her—pinch, mark, or claim. She didn't care; she was so desperate for him. Four days was a long time, and even their connection over the past few weeks had been too brief, interrupted by phone calls Eric needed to field from his financial teams at work.
Sookie felt his breath on her skin as he circled her, but still, he didn't touch her. She bit the inside of her cheek in frustration as he stepped back in front of her. The gracious plenty bobbed hard, angling toward Sookie's stomach. She wanted that. How long would he torture her before he let her taste him or plunged into her pussy?
"My little fairy, what did you hope to accomplish by ignoring my tasks for you?"
She flinched. "I did some of them, Master."
Eric gripped Sookie's chin, and her breath whooshed out. Touch. Finally.
"Sookie, when I asked you to send me an ass picture, you sent me a photograph of Cupid bending over."
Sookie grinned. "To be fair, it was an ass picture." She was goading him. She knew that. It was intentional. Anything to get him riled up. Even anger was better than nothing. Either way, she won.
Eric's hand on her chin tightened, and moisture pooled between Sookie's thighs. "And when I ask to see your delicious pussy, you sent me a picture of a chocolate cat holding a big red heart."
He slid his thumb along her lower lip, and Sookie immediately opened and sucked the digit into her mouth, rolling her tongue over it.
"You're that hungry for me, little fairy?"
She pulled off his thumb and said, "Yes. So much, Master."
Eric stepped away and she nearly growled in frustration.
"Well, these little teases of yours made me very cranky." He dropped his hand to cup her mound. She automatically widened her stance, but he didn't dip his fingers into her needy slit. "What do you think we should do about your defiance, princess?"
He pressed his palm against her clit, and this time she did moan. "Punish me, Master. Please."
Eric dropped his hand. "I don't know about that. You want it too bad and I'm too on edge. I think maybe you need to exercise a bit more patience. Learn how it feels to not get what you want."
Sookie's eyes widened. "ERIC. NO. PLEASE. I'm sorry. I didn't think…"
God, would he really pull away again? Would he find his pleasure somewhere else? Leave her needy and frustrated because she defied him? Images of him, back that time with Ivetta flooded Sookie's mind, she didn't want that.
For a moment, the hardness of his gaze softened, and she saw the man beneath. The one she fell in love with when she was twenty-six years old and he had nowhere to go and Pam asked her to take care of him. She'd been his everything then; as well he had become hers. And now, ten years later, he still was.
"That's right, little fairy. You didn't think. You just wanted something, and you couldn't figure out how to ask me for it, so you decided to be a brat and disobey me."
Sookie held her breath and waited, afraid he'd follow through and leave her again, leave her wanting him so much.
"What's my job, princess?" he asked, tipping her face up to meet his blue eyes darkened with lust.
"To take care of me," she answered as she drank in his gaze.
"That's right. So don't look at me like that. Like you don't trust me to do my job. Get on the bed on all fours."
Sookie turned and climbed onto the bed, hiding the relief on her face from him. She shouldn't doubt him. They'd been together so long. But Eric had always kept a part of himself from her, and when one of them was buried at work—Sookie as a prominent psychologist (after he convinced her to go to college) and Eric as the CO for the New Blood Manufacturing Company—she felt even more distance between them.
"Ask for what you want, little fairy," he said as she positioned on the bed as he had commanded her knees wide.
She looked back at him. "Whatever makes you happy, Master."
The truth in her words wound around Eric like a long silky ribbon. His little fairy was perfect in every way. Well, every way except for one.
"What makes me happy is for you to do as you're told."
Sookie wiggled her perfect ass slightly and said, "I'm doing as I'm told now."
Eric couldn't stop himself from reaching forward and smacking her left butt cheek, instantly pinkening it. "But you didn't for the past four days."
Eric knew she was being difficult because he'd been apart from her and preoccupied with the New Blood pitch to the stock market for the past few weeks. But he'd hoped by now Sookie would be able to better verbalize her frustration instead of being defiant.
"I was…" She stopped and looked at him, biting her lower lip.
"You can say anything to me, little fairy. I want that between us. I've always wanted that." How did she not understand this?
Because you're keeping yourself from her.
He was, but it was out of necessity. Sookie needed to be protected from him, protected from who he really was, the monster he could be. His needs were so much more than he would ever expect her to fill.
"I've missed you, Eric."
Her words struck him like body blows, weighted with longing and neediness. He was terrified he couldn't give her everything she needed.
"I'm here, my little fairy. I'll always be here."
She dipped her lashes. "Then punish me. Spank me, fuck me, own me. That's what I want." She paused, her voice lowering to a whisper. "Anything, Master. I just need you."
A snarl sounded from the back of his throat. "Oh sweetheart, I hope you don't regret saying that." He moved toward her, kneading her ass cheeks with his large hands. He loved seeing how her suntanned yet snowy skin was nearly a match to his white marble skin. It made him so hard, particularly when her skin became red from his ministrations, his marks on her soothing something deep inside him in a way nothing else ever had.
"Safe words," he demanded.
"Yellow for the slow down. Red for stop. Green for fuck me harder."
Eric laughed. "I've missed you too, baby. So fucking much." Then he opened his hand and smacked her other butt cheek.
Sookie moaned low and wiggled as if asking for more. Eric began with a series of smacks, working her ass and along her thighs until they'd turned a warm red. Each time his hand touched her skin, she relaxed deeper into the mattress. With his other hand, he dipped two fingers into her pussy. Dripping wet.
"So hot for me, princess."
Sookie pushed back into his fingers, but Eric refused to give her what she wanted yet. Not after she'd toyed with him for the past four days. He'd never let her know how much he'd enjoyed her intentional misinterpretations of his demands. Sure, he'd been frustrated, perhaps even angry, but only because he'd desperately missed her. It was the beginning of a new year, and he had yet missed the holiday season. He loved spending holidays with his girl. Being away during the past months had made him cranky as hell. Yes, her responses to his requests made him chuckle, though he'd never admit that out loud. They'd also made his dick hard and his hand itch to spank her.
"Don't move," he said, and then crossed to their bedroom closet where he kept his supplies. And the gift he'd planned to present her on Valentine's Day.
Eric picked up the cuffs he usually used to secure Sookie's hands, but then noticed the bag of wrapping paper, ribbon, and gift tags. Dropping the cuffs, an idea formed, and he chuckled to himself. He grabbed the ribbon and her gift and returned to the bed.
"You look so gorgeous like this. I don't know what to take first."
She whimpered as he slid his fingers back into her tight sheath. "Anything. Everything. Please, Master."
He moved toward the headboard and took one of her wrists in his hand. "I know you're a sucker for the holidays, baby. All that constant Christmas music and cinnamon candles and pine needle potpourri. It was like the North Pole in here. I missed you too during those holidays. But now Valentine's Day is coming so I'm going to wrap you up like my own present, and give you your gift a few days early. Turn over now, little fairy."
Sookie flipped onto her back and blinked slowly as she watched him wrap the thick silk ribbon around each wrist and secure it to the headboard. Eric held up the gift box wrapped in golden paper with a silver bow, and her glazed expression cleared.
"Don't you think we should wait until Valentine's Day, Master?"
Eric climbed onto the bed and kneeled between her legs. He nudged them wider as he watched her face. His fingers slipped down and danced on her hard clit. Sookie inhaled sharply, but he didn't add any more than the lightest pressure. "Well, baby, if you want to wait, I'm happy to keep you tied up like this for a few days. That's a long time for you to wait for an orgasm, but if that's what you want…"
He drew his hand away from her and began to stroke his cock. He gripped it hard and considered jerking off onto her tits before presenting her with the gift.
"No, Master. I didn't…" Sookie shook her head. "I need to come. You can give me the present if you think it'll help."
Eric smiled as he released his cock. "I think it'll help, princess." He opened the box and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps with fairy wings attached he'd found on Etsy a few weeks ago.
She gasped. "They're beautiful, Master."
Eric leaned over and drew one of Sookie's pert nipples into his mouth fangs fully extended, lapping at it before he nipped. She whimpered and lifted her hips. God, he loved how responsive she could be. He pressed her hips down with his weight as he continued to toy with her nipples. Finally, he popped off and pinched the pink flesh between his fingers, then secured the first clamp. She sighed when he let the tiny wings settle against her breast, and again he was amazed at how much she could take. A part of him wondered if he could push her even more, but he didn't know if he could control himself after he reached a certain point.
"Other side now, my little fairy."
"Please, Master, I need. I'm so… I ache, Eric. You have to…"
He secured the second clamp and gripped her chin. "I know what you need, my little fairy. You don't tell me what I have to do. You trust me to do it. Understand?"
She nodded. "Yes, Master. It's just…"
Before Sookie could say anything more, Eric pushed forward to claim her mouth. He licked along the seam of her lips, nibbling at them before thrusting his tongue into her mouth and tangling it with hers. She whimpered, and he gripped her hair with one hand and slid his other hand toward her needy pussy.
He pulled away and lowered his mouth to tease, first, one clamped nipple, and then the other, all the while circling her clit with his thumb.
"Please, Master. Please please please, please. Fuck me."
He lifted his head and looked at his little fairy, arms pulled tight above her head with red silk ribbon, nipples clamped by fairy wings, legs spread and waiting for him.
"You're magnificent. The best present I could ever hope for." Instead of complying with her wish, he leaned back and sat on his heels, spreading her lower lips open wide. Her pussy was fixed, exactly how he liked it. At least she'd followed that instruction to his specifications. He grazed his fingers over her outer lips and then stroked one through the slit, dragging more of her arousal up to her clit.
Prolonging her agony was his favourite game, especially when she'd been as naughty as she had the past few days. Perhaps one day she would learn that it didn't pay to defy him. Then again, life would be boring if she changed.
Sookie tipped her head back and moaned toward the ceiling, her nipples rising and causing the clamps to jiggle. "Eric…"
Eric watched her face as he teased, pushing the hood away from her clit with one hand and flicking one finger over it with the other.
Sookie dug her heels into the bed and lifted her torso.
Eric pressed down on her belly. "Stay still, little fairy." His voice was deeper. Rough. He hadn't realized until he spoke how totally aroused he was. He needed to be inside her at least as much as she pleaded with him to do so.
Nevertheless, Eric circled her clit and flicked over it again and again. He knew his little fairy well. She would have a tight knot in her stomach. Sookie had described it to him many times, a stiff sensation that welled up inside her as the need built to a crescendo.
When he thought she inched too close to the edge, Eric released her clit and stroked back down to spread Sookie's lips again. "So pink. So wet." He dragged two fingers through her slit from the top toward her ass. "My little fairy was naughty these past days."
Sookie moaned in response.
"Do you think naughty little girls deserve release?"
Nothing. This was how he knew she was slipping into his favourite mental state. She could no longer respond to him with her mouthiness.
Thank God. Because he was about to come on her stomach whether he wanted to or not.
Eric removed his fingers, braced himself on both sides of her body, and speared her with one sharp thrust of his cock. Sookie cried out, and her pussy clamped down on him as she came, her body shaking from the orgasm.
Eric pulled out of her and speared her again, moving faster and drawing out her orgasm until she clamped around him tighter. This time Eric lay down over Sookie's breast making the nipple clamps jiggle, pressing them with his chest and then he bit her on the neck prolonging their orgasms as he came with her, spilling into her until they were both left breathing hard.
Long seconds passed as Eric stared down at his fairy princess. His world. He watched as her eyes came back to his face, and she lost enough of the glazed look for him to know she was seeing him again. And then Eric smiled.
Finally, when they'd both recovered and Eric had loosened the ribbons at her wrists to free her hands and released the nipple clamps, Sookie wrapped her body around his.
"Still two more days until Valentine's Day," she whispered.
"I should probably…" He started to get up, but she squeezed him tighter.
"No, Eric. It's weekend. Work can wait. I don't want you getting out of this bed to do anything but feed me for the next two days. I'm asking. No, I'm begging. Please. Stay."
Eric kissed her head and looked at the pleading expression on her face. Sookie was his and he would do anything to make her happy.
"Okay, little fairy, I'm all yours. For the next two days, I'll be at your beck and call."
Sookie licked a path from Eric's neck down to his chest, circling his nipples with her talented tongue. "You got to wrap me up in ribbons, so I think it's time you were wrapped in something too." She slid her hand down and fisted his hardening cock.
"Little fairy, you already have me wrapped around your finger. What more do you need than that?"
"Nothing, Master. For now, it's enough."
Pam's voice brought him back to reality. "Eric, I think we should raise the fee for drinking directly from Sarah's vein because some of them want to fuck her too"
Well, a vampire can dream, don't you think?