By the time the sun had risen I was still tossing and turning in bed. I still couldn't get Eric out of my head. When he seized me and had me up against the wall in the bathroom my stomach churned then, something I hadn't felt in a long time. It was the raw animal hunger in Eric's face that turned me on. The look in his eyes scared the crap out of me but made my pussy tingle, spreading down to my toes. Eric having me pinned to the wall was on my mind as sleep finally found me ...
"I wasn't done with you," he growls into my ear, his fangs exposed trailing over my earlobe.
My heart pounds, I can't breathe from my deep, heavy gasps for air. He grabs behind my knee and pulls it up behind his thigh and I hold onto him, making sure the heel of my foot presses against his tight, luscious ass. The feel of his hard, long, swollen cock bulge presses against my pussy. "Then why didn't you fuck me when I was eating Susie out?" I ask breathlessly.
"Oh, you don't know ..." Somehow he manages to unbutton his pants and pulls them down then off with his free hand; I put my leg right back onto his thigh. "... How badly I wanted to." He nips hard on my neck then sucks with his lips. "If I had known you weren't wearing any panties I would have," he whispers as he moves to my collar bone and continues nibbling.
I throw my head back to the wall too hard, but I feel no pain. "Fuck me now, then," I challenge.
He pushes my leg down off of him and before I know it he has turned me around, facing the wall. With his hands on my hips he orders gruffly, "Give me your ass."
I brace my hands on the wall and bend over enough for him to enter me. And this Scandinavian Viking God doesn't waste a second. He grasps my breasts in his hands, pinching the nipples hard and rams his dick inside me very easily since I am still dripping wet.
My body shivers, my mouth drops and I scream his name as he fills every inch of me. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes, yes."
He pumps inside me several times and I meet every one of his thrusts with my ass, panting heavily. "Don't stop, Eric!"
"Hmmphgg, who said I was going to stop?"
He pounds into me harder and faster until I think he'll push me into the wall if not for the brace of my hands on the wall. I have been whining and whimpering for so long my throat had then become hoarse and sore. Eric has me so riled up that when I am finally on the verge of an orgasm he pulls out, turns me around, sits on the closed toilet seat cover and pulls me onto him. I eagerly wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck to keep from falling, and also because I didn't ever want him to leave my pussy.
"Fuck me, Connee," he orders.
I begin to grind my hips against him back and forth, front and back, continuing to moan and trying to gain some kind of control over myself. This didn't happen. My whole body is on fire and I have no control of myself whatsoever. Putting his hands on my hips, he gets a solid grip of me and lifts up to where he is almost out of me then lets me fall right back down on him. I scream and hold onto him even tighter. The tears have already been falling from my eyes from ecstasy. Then I grind into him in every direction I possibly can move.
The friction of his pubic hair against my clit finally sets me over the edge. I growl from deep within my throat as my body shakes. "Come inside me, Eric," I beg. "God, please!" I can hardly catch my breath to speak as my orgasm comes in overwhelmingly amazing waves.
He grunts as I feel him shoot his cum into me. I keep my groin pressed into him as we orgasm together. I pull back my upper body and without a word tilt my head to the side to expose my neck, inviting him to receive what I know he so desperately wants. He smiles then sinks his teeth deep into my flesh and begins to suck my blood. Another smaller orgasm tears through me and I keep whimpering. He replies with a groan that sounds more like a gurgle—my blood in the back of his throat, I assume.
"Oh, Eric," I whisper and cry as yet another, more intense orgasm starts ...
My foot kicked away from me that forced me awake from my dream. My eyes shot open and I was surprised to find there were tears in my eyes and running down my cheeks. Looking at the clock I was surprised it was only ten in the morning. Forcing my body to sit up I hated to discover my clit was painfully swollen from my dream. "Fucking Eric!" I cursed.
But then I laughed. I laughed hysterically. I don't think I'd ever hated myself more than at that moment. He had me. He had me right where he wanted me.
And I hated him for it.
Eric's POV:
"You are letting that human get a little too close," Pam chastised me as she had been the past half hour. That woman never shuts up when she's threatened by a human.
"Damn, I'm bored," I told her, ignoring her comment.
"You have your little play thing," Pam mocked.
I snarled up at her, knowing she was right but it was none of her business. "Keep it up and I will give you bathroom clean-up duty."
The slightest smirk escaped her lips, the one that always entertained me. "You need to watch yourself, Eric."
"No, you need to watch yourself. Go watch the door."
"Fine," Pam sighed then walked away.
Bringing Connee up made me think of the expression on her face when I saw her in her office when I first got to work. I said hello but she didn't even look at me. I mean, I am far from bad-looking, if I do say so myself. I could feel she was mad at me, although I had no clue as to why. I thought I was always to pretty fair. Maybe I am a fool.
"Eric, I need you to approve these invoices for payment," Connee said, handing me a small stack of papers.
She looked good, even if she was dressed more conservatively than she had before. But that did little to hide how awesome her body is.
I took the papers. While she stood there I looked them over and signed in the stamped section she insisted I use, for the auditor's sake. When I handed them back she grabbed a hold of them, but I didn't let go. She tugged at it for a second before she finally looked at me. It took all the control I had not to show my shock when I looked into her eyes. They were red, bloodshot and the skin under her eyes were swollen. She looked so ... lost. I could feel how sad and confused she was. She no longer had the spunk that I loved about her.
"What is it?" I asked. She shook her head but didn't answer. "Did you take a look at the apartment today?" Again she shook her head.
I didn't want to do it because I promised her I wouldn't, and I never did, but I had to do something. Pulling the papers back I looked deeply into her eyes and glamoured her. "Sit down." Immediately she obeyed and sat in the chair beside me, never losing eye contact with me. I could see the weight being lifted from her shoulders. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I had a dream about you last night. I thought you were the one for me since Daniel—" She shook her head and closed her eyes briefly like it hurt to say his name. "I don't trust you, not after last night."
"And you shouldn't, although I wish you would." Damn her. She had me contradicting myself. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "Connee, I gave you the apartment because I wanted to, not to force you into something you didn't want. Haven't you gotten tired of that cramped hotel room?"
"Yes."
"Take the apartment," I told her sternly, letting her know she didn't have a choice. "And stay."
For a split second I saw a sparkle in her eyes. "Okay," she replied.
"Okay you'll take the apartment or okay you'll stay?"
"Both."
I couldn't help but smile. "Good." I handed her the papers back. "Now get back to work."
Expecting at least a smile, I would have been happy with even a small one, I didn't get it. She only stood and walked away.
Connee, Connee, Connee, what am I going to do with you?
Just before midnight ...
"Eric, this is Michael Matthews, the auditor," Pam said as she approached me with a man beside her that I hardly gave a glance.
"Brett isn't supposed to be here till tomorrow." Brett was always the auditor. Why didn't he call that he was going to be early? Connee's gonna be upset.
"Mr. Northman, Brett is ill. I'm his replacement."
I waved them off and saw them walk towards Connee's office. There was something off-putting about him that I couldn't place. Before I could consider what it was Doug said, "Eric, Chow needs to see you at the bar."
Mr. Matthews, if that was who he was, would just have to wait.
Connee's POV:
"There!" I said triumphantly to my empty office. The auditor's paperwork was all done, but it was a miracle how I did it in such short time.
I found my mind wandering to Eric more than once and I hated it. He wasn't paying me enough to afford my own apartment, although I was frugal with my money. His offer was generous and thoughtful but—thoughtful? Eric could never be thoughtful and generous, but he'd proved to me to be enough. But was it enough? Only time would tell.
That thought caught me cold. I only had thirteen more days working at Fangtasia since I'd given him my two week notice last night. I'd be a fool to be anything to him other than his accountant. But maybe I was dreaming when I gave him my two week notice. I was beginning to lose my mind. The least I could do for Eric was to look at the apartment, and I promised myself I'd look at it the next day. I hadn't even said anything to Eric when he gave me the key, regardless of how he gave it to me. I had to at least show him I was grateful to him for helping me start my life over.
I couldn't avoid him any longer. I went to the door and was startled back when I saw Pam's hand in the air about to knock. "Hey, Pam."
"The auditor is here," she told me. "Michael Matthews."
"Oh, it's a good thing I just finished everything up for you," I replied as I opened the door wider.
"Show him the way out when he's done," Pam said then left.
Turning to my desk I said, "Well, let me show you—" I was cut off in mid-sentence when I felt a sharp pain carve into my left shoulder. I fell forward and caught the edge of the desk so I wouldn't fall, crying out in pain. "What the fuck?"
Out on Eric's throne (third person):
Eric had been at the bar talking to Chow when he sensed something was wrong. He rushed to Connee's office and was stopped in his tracks when he saw the auditor holding her with her arms behind her with one hand and a carving knife in the other.
Connee's POV:
Lord, did it ever hurt when the blade sliced into my shoulder. I'd have rather been whipped than endure another cut like that. He had a solid grip on my hands behind me, and I knew for sure he was going to kill me. But why?
I had never been more relieved in my life when I saw Eric in the doorway, his fangs long, sharp and threatening. There was no look of shock on his face at all; he was calm, although I couldn't fathom how. I tensed again when Matthew put the carving knife to my neck. "Stay back, bloodsucker!" he warned.
"Or you'll do what?" Eric asked taking two steps forward. His voice was cool and remained calm.
"Eric, don't do anything," I stuttered.
I knew how fast he could move, but my body was in the way this time. My shoulder was starting to burn, and I could feel blood begin to drip down to my back to my waist. I started to get a little dizzy but forced myself to keep my head together, and attached to my body.
"You're Eric, right?" Matthew asked when Eric stepped forward. "Stop!"
Eric obliged. "It depends. Want to tell me what exactly you're doing and why?"
"Like you don't know," Matthew said.
Just then the expression on Eric's face changed, and I knew it wasn't good. Eric took several steps into the room but Matthew's grip on me didn't even falter. Then I saw the reason why Eric looked panicked: Another man had something pressed to his back. He closed the door behind them, locked it then smiled at Matthew. The man then shoved Eric onto a chair about ten feet from where Matthew held me. My stomach dropped when I saw the thin piece of wood, the end sharpened to a tiny point that was then at Eric's neck. I was then starting to get nauseas and the dizziness was getting worse, too. Even my vision was affected.
"Do you recognize your neighbor, Connee?" Matthew asked me.
I looked at the new man's face. "Yeah, from the hotel." Eric growled and his face became strained with anxiety, his hands tightened on the arm rests. "Eric, please, don't," I begged. "Why are you doing this? I did nothing to you," I asked Matthew, but I was looking at Eric.
"Yes, you did," Matthew breathed heavily into my ear and it gave me chills of fear. "Sue told me what you ... and your friend, here, did."
So the truth was out. Matthew must be Susie's boyfriend.
"You seriously don't think you'll get away with this," Eric said. I wished he kept his mouth shut.
"Prick!" Matthew scoffed then scraped the knife across my throat. I whimpered and immediately felt blood drip down to my collarbone. "I really don't care what happens to me. She left me because of what you did to her."
"We did nothing that she didn't want done," Eric said confidently, and for the first time I heard anger in his voice.
My eyelids became heavy, and I knew I was close to losing consciousness from the blood loss. I wished Eric would do something. He didn't have the chance. I felt Matthew nod his head and the man with the stake brought it up over the back of Eric's neck. "NO!" I managed to scream.
The man looked at me startled, which was enough to distract him. Within a millisecond Eric had him on the floor, his head turned to expose his neck and was about to rip into it. "No, Eric! Don't kill him!" I cried out, though it was difficult to get it out. I was surprised how weak I was becoming.
"Shut up, bitch," Matthew barked in my ear.
It didn't matter anyway because Eric wasn't even listening to me. The man was hollering at the top of his voice. I was appalled when I saw why. Eric was glued to his neck, his head moving back and forth like he was tearing out chunks of the man's flesh. He was cursing and squirming. Anyone could tell how much pain he was in.
Without thinking about what I was doing, I struggled to release Matthew's grip on me and was shocked when my hands slipped free easily. I fell to my knees whimpering at the intense pain in my shoulder. Matthew approached Eric and grabbed the stake. My mind screamed at me to save Eric. Eric, of all people, er, uh, vampires. I pushed myself up on my shaky legs and managed, albeit swaying and staggering, to jump on Matthew's back. His arm was up and ready to stake Eric in the back so I reached up, grabbed his wrist and pulled back with the remaining strength I had. A lot of good that did, though. I was so weak that when he leaned back I flew several feet away, landing on my back and hitting my head on the edge of a chair. My body collapsed to the hardwood floor hard and painfully, grunting loudly. Watching Matthew, I tried to stay awake but it was incredibly difficult.
"You're dead anyway," I heard Matthew say to the man then he walked towards me.
"No, no, don't," I managed to mumble.
"Shut up, bitch!" he repeated.
I chuckled painfully when I thought to myself that he needed to expand his vocabulary.
Matthew lifted his leg and stomped down hard on my right hip. I shrieked as the pain exploded through my entire body. Tears poured out of my eyes and my body shook with pain worse than I had ever felt in my entire life, even the bout of gout in my knee I had. So, this is going to be the end for me. No one to cry at my funeral. God only knew where I was going to be buried. I closed my eyes and waited for death to make his appearance and carry me away ...