If ever there was a reason for the M rating, this is it. Be warned.

Smut, lots of smut, and a little spanking too for those of you who asked. Lots of lemons, and if bad words offend you, do skip to the next chapter.

See you all in the cold showers,..

Merick

Part Eight

As before, I didn't let her go until we were safely back in my room, door bolted. She seemed shaken by the screams of Victor; whom I guessed hadn't been brought to the true death quite yet. As I had recognized the look in his eyes the previous night as he threatened Sookie, so had I recognized the look in the King's eyes as he had drawn the blade, and then warned us away. He intended to make Victor suffer, and his eyes were a cold steel grey of rage. I held her shoulders till she calmed herself, secretly loving the prolonged contact with her finally. Spending the whole of the day wrapped around her body, feeling its warmth and delighting in its scent had made me acutely aware of how much I missed not being in such intimate proximity.

"Do you think it is over Eric?" She asked me, when her composure returned.

"The matter with the King?" I asked, not certain exactly what she was referring too.

"Are we safe?"

"We are Sookie. I do not believe that things could have gone better this evening." I watched as she seemed to straighten herself, as if my confirmation had somehow given her back her strength. Her shoulders straightened and she looked at me again. I think I had probably failed to mention that she had been wearing heels that whole evening, I had been distracted by the more pressing matters at hand, but they gave her a few more inches of height, which while not putting her at eye level with me, evened up the difference a bit. I should also mention that they gave her legs the most delightful curve, which I was now able to appreciate. She was beautiful and desire began to stir in me again.

"Are you angry with me Eric?" She cocked her head to look at me, and her words left me confused.

"Why would I be angry with you Sookie?"

"Speaking so candidly as I did, with the King. I thought perhaps you might not appreciate my boldness."

"On the contrary, you were brilliant tonight Sookie. We played off each other so well. And only good has come of it." I reached up to hold her around the shoulders again still not understanding where these questions were coming from.

"I thought perhaps you would have more to teach me Eric." And she put her fingers to her mouth, while looking at me with the most enchanting grin and gleam in her eyes. I began to understand and it only furthered my arousal. "Oh, how thoughtless of me, I meant Master."

"You do seem to forget these basic rules now don't you Sookie?" The gleam in my eyes must have matched hers right then.

"Will you have to punish me Master?" She bit down on the tip of one finger, leaving her lips parted around it. I could see her chest beginning to heave underneath the white shirt. If I had ever had the misconception in my mind that I had any control over her it departed then and there. I was not the master in that room just then, but I was willing to do whatever she asked of me.

"Yes," I grinned at her, "I think I shall have to." In a quick motion I had her body spread over my knees at I sat myself on the edge of the bed. Her heels came off as she squirmed under my grasp. "Yes, you certainly do deserve to be punished." And I ran my hand up her bare leg; pushing the black skirt up around her waist as I revealed the white lacy panties she wore. Hooking my first finger under the scant elastic I pulled them down off her beautiful bottom, being sure to run the tip of my finger along her once covered skin as I did so. She shivered under my touch and I threw the panties onto the floor. She lay, completely exposed to me, and completely vulnerable, and as she twisted herself against me I felt my rod begin to strain against my clothing. Oh god this was going to be fun.

I smacked an open hand along the roundest swell of her bottom and felt her cringe away just a little and cry out. It wasn't a hard swat; I knew enough to know that the game had nothing to do with pain, only pleasure. I smacked her again, marveling at the slight rosy glow across her cheeks that faded almost as quickly as I pulled away my hand. Then again, as she moaned for me and continued to squirm. I put my free hand over the small of her back to hold her down, and to direct the movements of her hips closer to the rock in my trousers.

"You are incorrigible." I whispered as I delivered three more spanks in quick succession. The red stayed a little longer that time, and her mewling made my rod jerk in anticipation. Instead of another smack I then dragged my finger down between the mounds soft flesh, to between her legs where I felt the damp of her arousal coat me and make me slippery. Continuing forward I began to massage the bundle of nerves at the center of her pleasure, loving every cry she tried to muffle, and every thrust of her hips against me.

"You aren't allowed to come yet." And I pulled my hand back, spanking her again, several times in a row. He cries became louder. Again I teased her with my fingers, circling both openings with increasing pressure until I felt her muscles begin to tense against me, and again I stopped and smacked her beautiful bottom.

"Stand up." I commanded, and she righted herself, facing me. Her cheeks were red and her breathing was ragged again and her mouth looked so dark and soft, lips still parted.

"Turn around." She did. The skirt had fallen to cover her again.

"Lift up your skirt and show me your punishment."

Slowly, teasing me she bent and inched the skirt upwards along her thighs, exposing herself to me a little at a time. The once white flesh was a beautiful pink with the blush my hand had brought to it. I could practically taste the blood I saw there in those tiny capillaries. I let her stand there, exposing herself to me for a few minutes as I undid my pants and threw them away, freeing my desperate cock.

"Take your skirt off." I gave her no specific instructions on how to do it, but she chose the way that enthralled me the most. She let the hem fall back and then bent forward as she pushed it off her hips giving me the most incredible view of her reddened bottom, and the slick opening I intended to fill with my climax. She stepped out of skirt, and turned to me, a seductive grin on her face without an ounce of shame or shyness.

"What do you want me to do now Master?" She said coyly.

"Fuck me." I whispered, laying back on the bed and pulling my legs up onto the covers. "I want to watch you come."

It was only a couple of steps up to the bed, and she was slinging her leg over top of me, hovering just over my throbbing member.

"You want to watch me fuck you Eric?"

"Oh god yes." She lowered herself onto me, and I watched my manhood disappear into the tight, wet heat of her body. It was my turn to moan. Her hand moved to undo the bottom two buttons of the dress shirt she still wore, tucking the tails behind her so that I could see everything she was doing to me, and she began to ride me.

I watched my glistening rod appear and disappear, circled by the ring of her flesh as she took me into her depths. Her muscles held me tightly, making it so hard not to just release myself to her. I reached out my hands to her hips to guide her force against me, craving harder and harder thrusting of her against me and she complied. After a few moments I began to massage her center again, loving the sight of her biting her lip, and then the feel of her when she began to grind her hips against me. She took me so deep, rubbing every part of me against her walls, managing to stroke all of me at once, and making me so slick with her juices. I doubled my efforts against her, guiding her with one hand, and teasing her with the other until I felt her tense around my rod and felt the convulsions drawing me even deeper as she flooded me with her climax.

I spun her around before she could even come to her senses, keeping myself buried deep in her body, so that she was laying on the bed and I kissed her fiercely while pumping against her very slowly, just keeping her on edge and drawing out her orgasm as long as I could. Only when the quivering stopped did I pull free from her, and then bury my face between her legs, running my tongue over her, tasting her and teasing her anew.

Not only could I taste the depth of her arousal, but I could taste blood, drawn out possibly from my deep thrusting, micro tears in her delicate skin that spiced everything else to such a degree it was hard not to lose control of myself. My fangs dropped and I moaned again for her, with the pleasure the intimacy had brought me. My hands splayed open her shirt, seeing her pointed nipples straining against the satin of her bra. I returned my affections to her mouth and felt her rake her tongue against the points of my teeth, blood spilling into my mouth. I pulled on the tiny gash, drawing the blood, ever mindful of the fact I had not yet reached my own peak, and so I slid my erection back inside her body and pumped against her very slowly as I drank the blood from her mouth.

"Have I pleased you Master?" She whispered into my ear as I brushed my body against the length of her.

"You don't have to say that anymore Sookie." I continued to move within her.

"You don't want to play the game?" She reached down to caress me, encircling the base of my erection as I rocked against her. "It makes you so hard and feral. It's exciting."

"Mmm, I know, when you say it you make me so desperate for you. But now I want it to be something different." I thrust myself against her again and pulled back slowly.

"But what shall I call you then?" She teased me, withdrawing her hand, rubbing it along my shaft where it met her body.

"What about husband?" I said with a grin.