okay so I've been thinking about this for a long while now, and I haven't come across ANY BDSM stories about Eric/Sookie, from what I've seen. I personally in RL am not involved with any BDSM of any sorts. I am going to be doing research for this fanfiction, so if updates are slow I only want them to be the best of the best.
This'll be very lemony, smutty and full of naughtiness. Of course insights into what scenes, or what you'd like to read are appreciated, either in PM's or reviews.
There is a plot to the story, not too drama filled or anything along those lines, as this is purely fun and for your pleasure.
I hope you enjoy, and please give me some feedback? Any kind.
Enjoy this first chapter.
And please read and review guys? xoxo
I could remember the first time I had found myself intrigued by the art of BDSM. Many people from where I grew up in Northern Louisiana, a small town called Bon Temps frowned upon such activities, it was know as taboo – and anyone who had practised such crude activities – their words – not mine, deserved to burn in hell - again their words, not mine. Little after a year later I moved to Santa Monica, California. It had now been almost two years, this upcoming March it would be my two year anniversary in a new state, new home, a new life I created for myself.
I grew up with a normal family, a mother, a father, an older brother and my grandmother. For generations the Stackhouse's were born, raised, lived and died in Bon Temps, except for me. I had decided my life was much bigger than a small southern town, now don't get me wrong, I love where I'm from, it's my home, it's where my family live, it's all I've known until I came across a site on day in university. I had just turned nineteen, and a pop up advert appeared on my laptop as I was writing up an essay on photography, an advertisement for BDSM had popped up, catching my intrigue at once.
I remember sitting and staring at it for almost ten minutes, a lady was blindfolded, gagged and tied up, although I was expecting a look of shock, terror or discomfort I had been so wrong, the look on her face was sheer bliss and pleasure. That night I arrived home I sat in bed searching over various websites, all revolving around the theme of BDSM. It was separated into two main categories you were either submissive and dominant, where did I see myself fall? Submissive of course.
That night I remember staying up till almost two am browsing through sites, and I casually had brought it up into a conversation one day, where it had been brought up into the local barbecue we had. Seeing what people had to say, what they thought a part of me resented each and every one of them, because in all honesty I saw no reason why people would degrade or belittle people who gained pleasure differently than others. At that time I had been with my boyfriend Bill Compton. We had been together on and off since high school, when I was 15 until I turned 18. We of course had furthered our relationship, it became physical, and sooner rather than later our sex life had become so mundane I began to find excuses anything to get me out of the task as I saw it then.
A part of me knew that it wouldn't last longer than that, sure sex had never been a big part of my life prior to that, but as I studied and delved further into BDSM, I became intrigued, and I craved to feel the way many men and women felt after releasing their pent up anger, frustration and tension within seconds, a few seconds of sheer bliss and wholeness. Bill had been the sort of guy who assumed that once he climaxed, that I also had. He was a 'if I reach my peak I know you've reached yours' which if honestly speaking nine of out ten times wasn't the case. I'd climax reaching a very small orgasm with the help of my own hand, but there hadn't been a time where I felt like the people I had seen on the websites.
Soon after I had broken it off with Bill, finished my university, majoring in photography before I took off to California, I found a very cheap yet spacious apartment in Santa Monica. My landlady Amelia Broadway and I had immediately hit it off; the rent had been $200 a month. And for a two bedroom, both quite large, on the highest floor, one wall facing out to the city just glass, a kitchen, bathroom with a shower and a bath tub, fully furbished except for a few things I had bought and brought with me from Louisiana. We lived across the floor from one another, there were only four apartments per a floor, and contrary to the thought they each were quite big.
I had inherited some money after my parents had struck some oil on our land; I found myself $20,000 richer, I spent half of it into buying a store, where I worked day and night until I had finally made my store into exactly what I envisioned it to be all those years ago, since I was a child. Business was great; I don't think I ever thought my business would pick off so well, I guess I was wrong. There came a day I remember almost six months into moving there Amelia had introduced me to a group of her friends, her boyfriend Tray Dawson, Alcide Herveaux, John Quinn, Sam Merlotte, Claudine and Claude Crane who were twins and a few others.
I hit it off well with all and now almost two years later I had still found myself empty. I had been with Andre Paul Leclerq, Sophie-Anne's brother, a woman who had frequently visited my store, wanting me to take photographs of her, her home, flowers, family anything that could have been framed and hung from her wall. She was indeed a very family orientated woman, and deep down lovely, however her brother had become almost psychotic with me, calling me all hours, every day wanting a detailed description of where I was, who I was with. The guys all became worried, and it had almost led to a very vicious fight breaking out amongst them, and a few friends of Andre's.
I had looked up the art of BDSM for a long while before deciding what I wanted to do, I wanted to have that experience, and a part of me wanted that role of being a good submissive, I think I had it in me. But enough of the past, I now looked upon the one thing I had wanted in life besides my job, true love, health to my family and friends – I wanted ultimate pleasure and release. A part of me wanted to be dominated because in all honesty what woman didn't love the feeling of a man's strong hold, keeping me in place and being a little rough. Sex was sex once
I looked ahead to the establishment, 'Northman And Co' taking a deep breath I walked towards it, pushing the double doors until I reached inside looking around quite confused until I saw a female straight ahead behind a desk, her smile was broad and welcoming and I smiled very briefly trying to push away all the uneasiness I feel.
"Hi there how may I help you?" she asked grabbing a handful of papers placing them directly to the side, her attention fully focused back on me as I shuffled with my bag nodding,
"I erm, I had an appointment with Mr. Northman" I breathed out almost inaudible close to turning and walking out of here, I had never been so anxious before in all my life but today felt like a big step, a huge step in fact.
"Let me just check, what was your name?"
"Sookie Stackhouse" I smiled, as she typed up on her computer before placing the phone on her ear dialling a number, her eyes fixed on the screen she waited patiently as I fiddled with my hands keeping my gaze plastered to the desk.
"Hi Mr. Northman, your two o'clock is here." Nodding and 'mmm'ing' for a few seconds she smiled, "yes sir, a Miss Stackhouse," I gulped, "I'll have her sent up now bye." She placed the phone down and shuffled through a few papers before her printer went off, leaning back she grabbed the newly printed sheets, stapling and handing me a small bundle.
"these are to be signed and filled before you meet Mr. Northman; you have an hour which is how long it'll take roughly. You are to go to the fifth floor, Mr. Northman's floor" she added smiling brightly as she stood up ushering me towards the elevator. "His room is of course the one behind his own assistant's desk. "By three you will be called into his office, just relax he can be nice" she winked before turning back to make her way towards the desk as I pushed the button and looked down at the papers retrieving a pen out of my pocket I made my way over where I saw a few couches and sat down.
It was a pretty simple questionnaire, personal questions regarding my sexual experiences, partners, check ups, and so forth, I filled it in slowly, making sure I read each question thoroughly and answered to the best of my ability. I had no previous experiences in being a sub, so I had to shine elsewhere. I took a deep breath ticking some boxes, crossing another. I gazed up at the clock and smoothed out my hair I had five minutes to spare, taking a drink of my water I eagerly tapped my foot, anticipation and excitement was coursing through me. I thought back to a few weeks ago where I had come across a guy who had outshone the rest.
He was tall, perfectly sculpted underneath his simple black wife beater he wore over a pair of fitted black jeans, which didn't hug his legs, like those skinny jeans for men. That was for me a major turn off. His arms were those that looked carved from stone, sheer and utter perfection. Every muscle was defined, and glorious. You could tell he loved to look after his body, his wife beater seemed drawn onto him, clinging to his body with every inch it could, however for my pleasure it outlined his pecks, his abs, even with a shirt I could tell he had a body worth a thousand words.
His complexion wasn't dark, nor was he pale, he had a very light tan to him – I assumed from that moment he wasn't American. His eyes were blue, blue of the oceans you'd see and hear in films, novels and memories. His hair was long, shoulder length, straight and blonde, a shade which was close to mine, I was sure it was the exact same shade. I had been staring for far too long which was when his gaze had shifted to me. Those lips curved up and he smirked, winking in my direction. I had almost choked on my drink but I stopped just on time and gave him one of my most sultry looks I could manage. He cocked his head to the side and at that moment Amelia had grabbed my arm and hauled me up onto the bar,
"COME ON SOOKIE!" she giggled highly under the influence of alcohol, "lets show em what we got!" oh definitely. I had thought, I happily obliged and stood up with her, our hands met, before they slid down one another's bodies. Amelia was petite, still curvy but no where near my figure. I was a size eight to ten, and curvy in all the right places. I had big breasts, firm and perky, a round firm ass. Full thick blonde hair, all natural and I knew how to move. I saw his eyes meet mine. He licked his lips and I smirked, at this point I had blocked everything out of my mind completely, the stares I was receiving from the guys in our group, random guys and girls.
The whistles, chants and claps, all I could see and hear was him. I snaked my arms around Amelia and she mirrored my gesture, our hips swung side to side hitting the beat perfectly, I turned and Amelia was right there with me, knelt down her hands grazing up my thighs as another round of cheers and whistles erupted. I caught his lips part and he took a step closer just as someone had took a hold of his arm hauling him away and of my sight for the rest of the evening, and for the rest of my life – to my utter disappointment.
"Miss Stackhouse, Mr. Northman will see you now" the lady behind the desk spoke indicating to the door as she stood up her hand on the doorknob as I made my way towards her trying desperately not to fall onto my face. Was I ready to do this? Could I do this? This would be my challenge, one challenge in life that would determine whether or not I was as strong as I thought I was. I looked down at the sheets of paper trying to bring them together into a fairly neat pile as I could manage, on every page, in bold at the top 'Pleasure's R Us' had been written in elegant script. I guess it was their logo, besides the company itself this was sort of like a side company. I had no doubt it made them millions.
"you'll be fine, just relax you look extremely tense" his assistant, - I looked at her name tag on her desk – Ginger – smiled. "He seems to be in a great mood today, just place the papers in front of him and sit down, you ready?" I nodded and she knocked once more before pulling the door open and ushering me inside closing it behind me.
I did as I was told and placed them down his chair was face the opposite way so I took my seat and it suddenly occurred to me I was not acting like myself, I had no reason to feel shy, he – whoever he was came in contact every day with people who wanted to be sub's. And I would be the best of the best, I decided that. Gaining every ounce of confidence I sat up straight my legs in front of me up high and straight. I saw his arm as the chair swivelled around, I knew that arm, those biceps, triceps -
oh how lucky was I, so so lucky. Somebody somewhere up above truly loved me! Thank you Jesus!
I couldn't contain the smile that spread across my lips, or the one that spread across his.
This was the best decision of my life, lucky me, oh very lucky me.
"Well, I see fate had it in plan for us to meet once again" my gaze immediately moved up and there he was sat, blonde, blue eyed and gorgeous as ever. His lips curved up into that smirk I remembered far too well, his hair neatly brushed back and tied into a loose ponytail.
"I guess the Gods planned it from the start" I quipped back and to my surprise he threw his head back roaring with laughter, a laugh causing me to vibrate.
I'm going to have the pleasure of pleasing him? And being pleased by him? Whatever I've done to deserve such good karma, I'll definitely be sure to be a good girl from now on.
"Oh, I am definitely going to enjoy you" he added picking up the sheets of paper – as I you. I replied silently to myself.
"Eric Northman" he winked,
"Sookie Stackhouse" I added simply. Now introductions were over I was hoping he'd get straight down into business. I had planned to be out of her by now.
"So…Sookie Stackhouse, are you known for dancing up on bars quite often?" he asked his eyes gazing over the sheets of paper,
"only if I'm out to impress somebody"
"and did you impress this somebody" he spoke, his gaze moving momentarily up from the papers to my face,
"you tell me" I smiled my sweetest southern smile, as I crossed my legs noticing how far up my pencil skirt rose, three quarters of my thigh were now exposed, and I caught him staring, I smirked unable to conceal it.
"something funny?" he glanced up at me leaning back into his chair, I shook my head and he resumed reading the papers in silence.
"Alright, so no previous sub experiences as you said…" he spoke out loud, I wondered if I should reply but I kept quiet, "you ticked yes to blindfolds, yes to being bound, bondage yes…" he stopped for a moment and continued reading, "good, I don't enjoy blood play"
"nor do I" I replied suddenly feeling a lot better,
"you know what it is yes?" he asked quirking an eyebrow up at me.
"Any activity involving that act of drawing blood. Specific types of blood play include needle play and knife play, among others" I replied and to my surprise he smirked, letting his eyes roam over my body once more. I felt slightly uncomfortable but I knew he'd be seeing much more of me unclothed.
"well that is great, we're on the same page for most, you've ticked yes, blood play is no which is perfectly fine with me, and there are some maybes and unsures you've ticked, we'll progress further into the matter as time passes, that'll suit you yes?"
"of course, I own my own business so I can work around your schedule when needed most of the time,"
"I only play on the weekends," he cut in abruptly, "I've tried dominating a few subs every day, twenty four seven but they've all found it too much" I wasn't sure if he expected me to talk or remain silent but I chose the second.
"I'm a fair Dom and I don't share my subs, I currently haven't got a sub, so I'll see how we play out this weekend, I expect not to share you with a boyfriend…"
"I'm single there won't be any toes you'll be stepping on" he chuckled running a hand through his hair,
"good, I don't share as I've said, and there is no way I will be sharing you Sookie"
please lock me in your bedroom and throw away the key!
"of course" I smiled sweetly, dropping my gaze from his.
"BDSM stands for?" he smirked,
another test, like I wouldn't know what it means, Mr. Cocky.
"B for Bondage, D for discipline, S for Sadism, and M for masochism right?" I asked and he nodded
"I'm very surprised by your knowledge, and you haven't sub'ed at all"
"I've been researching BDSM for a while, a few years now and I'm intrigued and I'd very much like to try it out, of course that all falls onto your lap, you have the power to do as you please"
"oh, yes" he smiled and I blushed the sexual innuendo I hadn't even realized I dropped. "I'll definitely be doing what pleases me, not to forget you also."
"do you have the results from the drug test, STI tests? Everything I asked for." I nodded almost forgetting and pulled out the papers handing them over to him, "If I call this will all be proven correct right?"
"of course" I added his eyes moving over the different tests,
"good all clean," he once again let his eyes meet mine, "perfect" he smiled at me, my centre throbbed almost instantly.
"I have your details, I will text you tomorrow with the time, date and place which will be my home, I don't like tardiness Miss Stackhouse, I want to pleasure you not punish you." He stood up and I immediately followed suit allowing him to walk me to the door,
"we will go over the final details before we use my playroom if you're up to it that day of course, we'll go over safe words, what you feel comfortable with and so forth, but I have a meeting now and as much as I'd love to get to know you better I can't" expecting him to open it I instead felt him stop his lips drew near to my neck,
Breathe Sookie, in and out in and oh god he smells so good.
And he inhaled. My knees went weak, and I felt light headed, like the air had been sucked out of me.
"You smell mouth watering Sookie, I cannot wait until we're alone"
oh Mr. Northman I can't wait either, believe me.
"be safe now Sookie, I look forward to Friday very much" I almost melted into a pile of goo right there as I felt his finger skim over my arm
"Bye Mr. Northman" I whispered quietly sure if I spoke further it wouldn't be understood with the stuttering and hesitation. I took my leave risking a glance back to see his cock straining against the material of his pants.
Fuck me!
I couldn't help but smirk as I made my way into the elevator. This weekend was going to be a very good three days indeed.
I was going to get fucked indeed none other than the Adonis I met so long ago who featured in many many fantasies of mine.
Today was a great day.
