Quick Update: It is the night before Moving Day...

By nightfall I was buffed and polished pretty much everywhere I could reach. I excited just thinking that he had thought about and planned this evening in advance. I wanted to make an special effort too. I had put the shoes on and poked my feet out from the bottom of the duvet, tied the red bow around my thigh and was pretending to be asleep.

I didn't hear him come in but my eyes flew open as he lifted the quilt and dumped it on the floor. I shuddered at the shock of the sudden cool air created by the flying duvet. He was naked next to the bed, then climbing on to the bed next to me. Spectacular.

"Good evening... "

"Hi... Thank you so much for the shoes, they are so beautiful. I've never had anything this wonderful on my feet before!"

He was laid alongside me on the bed, but not touching. I didn't touch him either, was this part of the game? "I'm very pleased you like them, you seemed to have worn the black shoes a lot. And the bow looks very inviting, My Pet." He was grinning down at my thighs.

"I'm sorry, I know you said naked but I hope it's OK? Seemed a shame to waste it."

"That's fine. But for the rest of the night you need to do exactly as I say, when I say it." So the game was on...

"Of course..."

"It wasn't long ago I was teacher and you were teachers favourite pet?"

"I remember." I was taking shallow breaths wondering where this was leading.

"You were at school not so long ago, what did you call your teachers?"

"Erm... Mr or Mrs whatever-they-were-called or... or Sir." I thought I had the right answer there.

"That's it, you should call me Sir."

"Yes Sir!" Deep breath.

Eric moved down the bed and turned me onto my back a little as he undid my red bow. He kissed the inside of my thigh where the bow had been. I gave a little moan of appreciation.

"I need you to put these on for me. Keep the shoes on." He held out some lacy white material. "Head into the bathroom and come out here when you're ready. Quick, quick."

"Yes Sir." I grabbed the lace and headed to the bathroom as quick, quick as my new Manolo's could carry me!

As I unravelled the lace I recognised the outfit from our Victoria's Secret delivery. It was that old fashioned eye-let lace, the kind that belonged on the bottom of gingham dresses or on petticoats centuries ago. VS had jazzed it up a little! The panties were about the size of a string bikini and the shortie baby-doll top tied with three little bows around the bust and had a little elastic give in it and spaghetti straps. From the ties the top fell open, showing off all the stomach and panties.

I guessed it was supposed to be a "sweet virginal" little number, I thought that might be the role I was playing tonight. Sweet and virginal. I could do that, I had been that not so long ago. I was still pretty nervous though!

I went back into the room, knocking on the back of the bathroom door before I entered. He wasn't on the bed, he was sat in the armchair reading a book. "Good evening, Sir." I whispered, was I allowed to disturb him?

"Come here, let me take a look at you." I moved closer and stood in front of him. I realised what the book was and a little flash of panic ran through me. Lady Chatterley's Lover.

Eric looked me up and down, then back down again. Had the aircon broken? It got really hot in here, really quickly. "You look beautiful My Pet, all sweet and innocent like when we met."

"Thank you, Sir."

"But we need to discuss your recent behaviour." Eric's voice became a little harder, colder and I didn't dare comment. He beckoned me closer, took my hand and pulled me onto his lap. Rather nervously I put an arm around his shoulders, and he continued. "I have no objection to you reading my books but this is a very dirty book you have chosen to read." I didn't know what to say, it was a classic now. "Have you finished it?" I nodded. "Did you enjoy it?" The way he said enjoy made me tingle deep inside, I dare not lie.

"Yes Sir, I did."

"It is a very good book." So was I wrong to read it? I probably shouldn't ask.

He continued. "And you've been a very dirty girl... that night in the mirror especially..." He pulled me further into his lap, I could feel his cock hard beneath me but he was still harsh when he spoke. "You touched yourself, teasing me, teasing yourself. It was a very dirty show, My Pet."

I had to defend myself. "But you wanted me to?"

"That doesn't make it any less dirty. You're just a dirty, little slut." I felt my eyes tear up. "Naughty too, showing yourself in the garden."

"You made a DVD of that!" Shit! I wish I hadn't said that.

"Victoria, you are making your punishment so much worse by arguing with me." He actually sounded quite calm now, but still cold.

"Punishment?" I whimpered.

He ignored me. "Torturing that poor estate agent, looking like a whore in that dress. So very naughty. Did you think you would just get away with this?"

I was struggling to hold back tears. "I'm sorry but, you asked me to dress like that! Eric please?"

"Please what?"

"Your scaring me!" I admitted.

"Game's hardly even started." He tilted my chin to look at his face and he raised an eyebrow. Shit! He was playing me... I took a breath as he continued. "My pretty little Pet, you are a dirty, naughty, slutty, little girl. I enjoy that! But you need to be punished."

I gathered myself a little, I wasn't worried about the name calling so much any more. But I was worried about the punishment.

"I'm so sorry, Sir. Please can I try and make it up to you? I'll be a good girl for you, I promise, Sir." I whispered in his ear, both arms around his neck, trying to curl closer into him.

"You're a little late trying to be all sweetness now, My Pet." I was kissing from his ear down the edge of chin.

"Please Sir, let me be your favourite Pet? Your best girl? Please?"

"No." His fangs dropped. He wasn't going to let me get away with this.

"Please Sir?" Begging seemed my best option.

"No!"

Shit! Time for action. I might as well try and make this fun and get it over with! I jumped off his lap and ran, he let me get a few paces before he stood. I realised I'd ran into the room not to the door and stood, unbalanced to face him. I dodged to my left in an attempt to reach the stairs, he moved slightly and blocked my way. I dodged a little to the left, he didn't move forward but crouched a little. The muscles in his arms, shoulders and chest looked incredible. Also incredibly scary when teamed with the fangs and hands that were more like claws than I had ever seen. His hands hadn't changed, they just looked like they could get a tight hold of anything and crush. He'd promised to take care of me, I really hope he remembered that!

I tried one last dodge, he grabbed tight hold of me and I screamed in panic. We hit the bed and I was beneath him, he hadn't landed on me but took all his weight on his arms. I was bounced around but not hurt, from my position attack seemed like the best defence. I kissed him for all I was worth, slipping a hand to his cock, desperate to please him. "Please Sir," I managed to gasp. "Teach me to be the dirtiest of girls? Let me please you..."

Eric arms wound around my back, turning us so I was laid next to him and holding me close to him. "I can't teach 'dirty' My Pet, it just comes naturally, you have it in you but don't forget I want a good girl sometimes too." He kissed me long and slow, and I began to relax with him. Returning his kisses I stroked his chest, teasing his hardening nipples between my fingers.

It took less than a second for him to move and I was suddenly staggering on the heels next to him as he was sat on the edge of the bed.

I took a tiny step backwards and he reached an arm to my back not letting me get too far away from him. "Over my knee." He requested quietly and calmly. The whole house seemed to freeze, it was entirely silent.

I tried not to panic, but no one had ever hit me. I didn't think I could do this. But I wanted to please him, this was just a game, he wouldn't hurt me. But he could hurt me, if he went just a little too far I could get internal injuries at the very least!

His hand began to caress my back and lower to the top of my bottom, I risked a look at his face. He was watching my face, patiently waiting for me to reach my decision. I hitched in a breath has his hand continued to my bottom, stroking me over the little, white panties. I took the tiniest step forward. He inclined his head as if to say "Come on..." I put a hand on his shoulder to steady myself then I moved forward and stretched myself over his knee.

Eric shuffled me a little, so my head hung low and his left hand was on my shoulders holding them down. My bottom was stuck way up in the air and my feet just touching the floor in the heels. I felt a strain in the backs of my legs and tried to stop them quaking with the tension I was feeling. "Good girl," he whispered as he stroked my bottom and gently, slowly pulled the panties down to just the top of my thighs. I had to let out a small moan of panic, but he wasn't ready yet and carried on stroking my bottom. Teasing in gentle circles.

As his hand left my bottom I realised too late that I should brace myself. The flat of his hand slapped hard onto my right cheek. My shriek was cut short as he took my breath away and continued with the another hard slap to my left. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. He stroked my bottom gently again but that was followed by two quick hard slaps to the centre of my poor bum. I bit my lip to stop my scream but I couldn't stop my tears running down to the floor. He was caressing my bottom again, I managed to catch a little air until he ran his fingers along my crack to probe there a little and I was struggling to breathe for another reason. Had he finished? As he stroked my bottom this time he began to croon "Such a pretty colour, My Pet, so warm."

"No more, Sir, please." I whispered.

He continued stroking, probing, "You remember the word..."

I bobbed my head. I remembered. "Please Sir, I'll be your good girl, no more."

A single hard slap made me yelp. "I'll decide when you're a good girl..." There was a trace of amusement in his voice. More stroking then his hand slipped a little lower to my damp centre. I moaned and wriggled a little, grateful for his change in direction.

Would he keep going until I stopped him? My bottom felt like it was on fire, his hand had cooled and soothed the skin between slaps but I was reaching my limit. He reached lower again, my legs were spread to accept his hand, his fingers. I moaned as he teased me. I was beginning to panic, would he only stop when I stopped him? I didn't want to stop him, but I needed him to stop. It hurt!

"Please... Sir..." If he wasn't Vampire he wouldn't have heard my whisper. If he heard me, he ignored me. Another slap. I struggled against him, the hand on my back held me down. Too much now, I was so close to saying it. Enough. Please stop, I sagged against him, knowing that I was about to say what I didn't want to say. I sucked in a breath as he stoked my bottom again, then one finger was probing me, deeper than before. I wasn't sure where it had appeared from but there was some sort of cool gel on his finger. "Quiet, Victoria, relax for me now." I could only feel one thing, only that one point in my body. He was very careful with me, easing his long cool finger carefully into me as gently as he had done my other entrance on my very first night. My hand ran along his calve which was all that I could reach of him. I wanted more as he gently released me and lifted me off his knees and placed me face down onto the bed.

Eric licked and kissed away my tears then moved to the bottom of the bed and removed the pretty shoes. I tried to work out where I was and what was happening to me as he slowly, gently stroked my ankles, my calves and kissed the backs of my knees making me groan. He removed the little white panties, I didn't know if they were in one piece. He trailed one hand between my thighs then stopped just about an inch from my centre. His cool lips and cooler tongue began systematically licking and kissing my sore bottom, his fingers continued to tease my damp lips.

I let out a gasp as his tongue touched my tightest entrance. And again, his tongue probed deeper this time. Then he froze, I froze, waiting.

I couldn't wait, I raised my bottom a little, moved my knees apart a little. Welcoming him. His tongue and his fingers worked in a rhythm, I managed to gather myself a little and rocked with him. I reached my orgasm with a low moan and Eric bit my bottom hard drinking from me as I shuddered through the aftershocks. He replaced his fingers with his cock and was on his knees behind me. I reached a hand below us to stroke and squeeze him until the rhythm got too strong and I needed both arms to brace myself. I knew I didn't have to talk loudly so I began to speak almost under my breath "Fuck me Sir. Fuck me please." And Eric obliged me.

We climaxed together and I sagged back down on to the bed. Once I had calmed a little he moved away from me, I winced a little when he brushed against my sore bottom. He laid one large hand on me, cooling more than any ice pack ever could. "Thank you..." I whispered and relaxed as he laid on his back next to me.

After a while I turned to face him, he gently pulled at the little bows on the white baby doll, caressing my breasts as they were freed. He was watching me intently with a curious look on his face. I reached to touch his chest, his face, he gave a small smile as I moved close to him.

"You didn't enjoy being spanked. Did you, My Pet?" He was calm and quiet.

I flushed. He knew. Trying not to tear up I admitted, "I'm sorry... but not really."

"I told you how to stop me."

"I know, but if you were enjoying it I didn't want to stop you." I whispered.

"I could have hurt you!" He was angry, but still quiet. "Victoria, I have asked you not to let me hurt you. You've enjoyed being dominated and happily followed given instructions, I thought this would suit you."

"I'm sorry..." I hid my face in his chest, thinking it might be the last chance I had to be this close to him. I didn't dare say should I go? Is this it? But I was thinking it.

"No one enjoys everything, maybe when you are more experienced." Ouch! How mortifying. Thanks Eric! "We should forget that for now. Move on... does it hurt bad?"

It was harder for me to move on than him, but if he wanted to forget it then I could try. "It feels better with cool hands." He gave me a spectacular smile and placed one large palm on each warm cheek and I wriggled further up the bed to face him. I dropped a gentle kiss on his lips so relieved that I was still there.

"I knew cold hands would come in useful somehow." I whispered. We both grinned remembering my first night and that damn cramp that I'd got.

Eric moved one hand up into my hair and neck and kissed me, taking my breath away. He pulled away with a sly grin, "But there was something you really did enjoy tonight." I blushed beet red! His tongue! And what he had done with it! And he'd called me naughty!

The one hand Eric still had on my bottom stroked me gently and brushed against my tight entrance. I shuddered with want. "There was a very important part in the book, it involved the Lady's pretty bottom. Do you remember?" he asked. His hand on the back of my neck wasn't hard or holding me but it made me feel like I shouldn't look away or hide my face from him.

I nodded trying to work out what I felt about the time the Gamekeeper had taken the Lady using her other entrance. "She enjoyed it, she felt owned... possessed but safe and she was his..." I almost said this to myself.

"I'm not thinking about right here and now, but would you want that sometime?" His eyes on my face made it impossible for me to look away.

"I think so." I whispered, almost ashamed to admit it, but not quite.

"That's good to know My Pet, we can talk about it at our new home?" We kissed slowly until he moved away from me a little and reached for my phone from the bedside table. "So... if the movers are here at eleven in the morning what time do you need to wake up?"

Wow! He could change subject like no one I'd ever met!

"Eleven!" I repeated trying to get with the current subject. Eleven o'clock was going to be really difficult!

"If you're still asleep I'm sure they'll just carry you out of here!"

"I'll be up! I'll just need a shower, say ten thirty." I tried not to grin as he scowled at my phone and worked out how to set the alarm.

When he stretched back to put the phone down I couldn't resist stroking his chest, I leaned forward to kiss and suck on his nipples.

"Have you not had enough yet, My Pet?"

"No Sir! I just needed a little recovery time!"

I ran my nails up and down his stomach, hoping I was teasing him, making him want me. As he settled back on the bed I reached up to kiss him and reached down with my hands to circle his cock and tease and scratch him.

Eric reached for me and pulled me on top of him. "Ride me!" he growled.

"Yes Sir!" How could I refuse?


That alarm going off was a major shock. I sat bolt upright in bed, trying to work out what the beeping was. Once I turned it off I didn't dare lay back down again so dragged myself into the shower. Inspecting my bottom in the mirror when I passed it. The bite had gone but the pink glow was still visible if you were looking for marks.

I had drifted off to sleep and Eric must have left more than two hours before dawn so I assumed he'd reached his safe place for last night. He was meeting me at the new house soon after dark.

Moving day was hard work! The movers were on time, four blokes with a van and a covered truck. I was just finishing cereal so then I walked around with the supervisor of the four and checked his lists of what was going and where it was going. The lists matched up which was a good start. One of the other guys was a sort of tech support and he started unwiring the huge TV, DVD and the other electrical bits and pieces in the lounge. He told me he was doing the computer too then making sure everything worked again at the other end. He had been told a laptop had been delivered which he was to set up also. I was pretty excited about that and left him to his electrical cables.

The supervisor was Rob, the tech guy was Simon and the other two were fetching and carrying. I tried to say hello to them but got barely a grunt back so I gave in and went to sort the bedroom out properly.

Everything was moving out pretty easily, most of the furniture was staying so I supposed this must be an easier job than moving a full house. I double checked the top bedroom, the bed stripped and all the used bedding and towels in my rucksack ready to try out the new washing machine. I happened to look out the window to see the two lifters carrying a coffin out from the garage towards the van. I knew Eric wasn't in there but it was a pretty odd sight. Maybe it was pretty heavy for two of them but they put it down with a thump on the road by the van and rested a bit. The skinnier of the two kicked at the coffin with his scuffed boot. I swore at him though he couldn't hear me. Immediately furious I went to set off downstairs to say something to him or his supervisor but then stopped and watched in horror as he opened up the coffin to the sunshine. I knew Eric wasn't in there but seeing the brilliant, white silk lining glowing in the sunlight was a huge shock. The two men below were laughing like hyenas. I was trying not to screech and beginning to tear up in shock and I ran down those spiral stairs as fast as I could to get outside.

Simon, the tech guy, must have heard me run past the office and he followed me down. By the time I got to the front door Rob was berating the pair, who were stood looking at the floor but not looking particularly repentant. Part of me wanted to go and scream and shout at them, another part of me wanted to keep well away from them and not show them how much their abuse of Eric's resting place had upset me. I held onto the door frame and heard Simon shuffle behind me. "I'm really sorry, Miss."

"Please could you get it off the road?" I asked quietly.

"Of course." He headed off to the van, nodding towards me when he reached the other three men. The three who hadn't realised I was there stared back at me, two looked mutinous, one looked mortified. Simon replaced the coffin lid and he and Rob lifted it carefully into the van.

I went back inside and Rob followed me, apologising, promised he would report back to his employers. He also said they were almost done. "Those two will get the last boxes from the kitchen and bring the computer down, Rob and I will get the travel coffin from downstairs then we'll do a final check."

Curiosity about Eric's place downstairs and the travel coffin, which I had never heard of, made me follow the two of them down to the garage and to an open door that I had never noticed. The door was really heavy and the back of it was just like the garage wall, and as it was pretty dark in the garage I'd never spotted it. The room was a hardly bigger than the garage, bare now except for a stripped bed and a set of utility shelves in the corner. So this was where Eric had spent the day. Rob and Simon passed me with a moulded, black, plastic looking coffin, compared to the wooden one I'd seen it seemed very space-age! It was pretty shaming that I didn't know if Eric actually slept in either coffin or on the bed. I supposed that the bed was there for a reason so surely he slept in that? I had a lot to learn about the Vampire I was moving in with.


I had this chapter all planned but it got away from me a bit. It's not quite what I wanted but I'm working through it!

Chapter 12 might be a while as I want to get ahead with a few chapters so I know where I'm going! My little plans are going awry but the bigger plans stay the same!

Just a reminder that Sookie and the beginning of the books is about two years from where they are now.

I hugely appreciate any reviews. I've said this before but even a "get on with it!" helps!