Chapter 11
E-POV
"Eric, why the fuck do you need six bags?" I rolled my eyes at Sookie while we were packing and said.
"Listen Woman, I am a vampire I have needs, and I like to have choices." She let out a 'hrumph' noise and flipped open one of my bags and said.
"So you 'need' this pair of pink lycra leggings? Really where did you even find these?" She held up the offending apparently offending piece of clothing. I simply shrugged and said.
"Pamela bought them for me in the 80's, and I don't see why I can't always be prepared if the boy scouts are allowed to." She let out and high pitched exasperated sound and said.
"This is ridiculous Eric!" I snatched the pants out of her hand and shoved them back in the bag and grumbled.
"Your face is ridiculous." Her head snapped to mine and she narrowed her eyes and asked.
"How fucking old are you?" I scoffed at her and said.
"Around a thousand… you're the one who has the exact number." Sookie crossed her arms across her ample bosom and stuck out her tongue. "Oh real mature, Lover." I turned back to my bags and went to reassess my shoes to see if I could prune down the selection, when I opened the bag I saw no less than 10 of the raunchy romance novels that Sookie favors stuffed amongst my shoes. I smirked to myself and said.
"Oh Sookie my dear come here." She was putting the underwear back in my suit case that I had already removed three times. I don't like underpants and the sooner she realizes that the better.
"What?" she asks in an indignant tone, while she makes her way to me.
"Lover, how did these get in here?" I ask her, indicating to the books.
"I don't know Eric, you probably like reading about some guy putting his long sword into the heroines dripping honey pot. You're a dirty old man, so I bet you like that stuff." Her face was stoic, but her amusement and guilt was swirling about the bond.
"I like putting MY long sword into YOUR dripping honey pot, but that can wait for later. Are you sure that a sneaky little fairy didn't sneak her smut novels into my luggage, because she was trying to prove a point and pack light, thus needing to put her things into my bags?" I felt a pop of irritation, followed by guilt and amusement before she spoke.
"We should ward this place against fairies, since it seems they are tampering with your luggage." I let out a booming laugh and scooped up my own sneaky little fairy, tossing her onto the bed.
"Are you sure it wasn't you, my Lover, my bonded, my Sookie?" She giggled as I bit at the tender places along her ribs.
"No, it wasn't me." The bond was bursting with deception and amusement.
"Oh Lover, don't lie to me… it wounds me." I feigned hurt as I collapsed on top of her clutching my chest. She laughed and said in an overly dramatic way.
"Oh Eric, I'm so sorry. It was me. Don't open your garment bags or travel trunk okay?" I laughed and said.
"Why is that my Lover?" I was cupping her breasts and nipping at the delicious valley between them. She threaded her fingers in my hair and was scratching my scalp before she said.
"I have been a very naughty fairy." I stopped my ministrations and looked up at her, hoping this is going where I think it is.
"You have?" I asked, internally jumping for joy.
"Oh yes Master, I may even need to be punished." I groaned and licked up the side of her neck and nibbled on her ear and said.
"Then I will have to punish my naughty little fairy." She popped up onto her knees and placed one hand on her thigh and the other at her mouth in a surprised way that made her look like a baby doll. Her eyes were wide and blue and accentuated by the light brown eye shadow and mascara she was wearing. Her lips were pert and pink, ready to be nibbled on. I took in her nude form like it was an oasis in the desert and grabbed her tossing her over my shoulder. I playfully smacked her ass as I carried her into the kitchen smacking her one more time before I laid her nude form on the table.
"Naughty, naughty little fairy." I said running my fangs up and down her legs, hard enough to make her shiver but not hard enough to break the skin.
"Oh Master, I have been naughty!" She screamed, when I pinned both of her hands together and nudged her legs apart and teased her with my free hand. When she calls me Master it sends a wave of arousal through me that I have never before experienced in all my years. She can do things to me that I never thought possible. I slid two fingers into her tight, hot, wet 'honey pot' and said.
"Tell your Master what a bad girl you have been." I moved my thumb over her nub and rubbed tight circles causing her to scream.
"OH GOD I'VE BEEN SO BAD!" I released her hands and pulled her forward before I grasped her breasts, teasing her nipples into firm peaks. I moved my mouth down to her center and pulled her nub into my mouth and asked against her lower lips.
"Who is my bad girl?" I felt her muscles flutter and I knew she was close. I scrapped my fangs over her thigh and she let out a breathy whisper.
"Oh, I'm your bad girl… ALL YOURS!" she screamed the last part as I shoved her over the edge and sank my fangs into her thigh. I pulled her off the table and flipped her over with her backside facing me and leaned her over it, exposing her glistening trembling folds to me. I moved into her in one clean stroke and started to pound into her.
"YOU. ARE. MINE!" I yelled, punctuating every word with a thrust.
"Yes Master, I'm yours!" I pulled her body flush with mine never breaking my rhythm and whispered in her ear.
"I love it when you call me Master." She whimpered and said.
"I know, harder please!" I happily complied with her wishes and snaked my hands around her front to give attention to her breasts and nub. She began to quiver again and I knew her orgasm was coming. So I leaned us over and licked her neck and sunk my fangs in. She screamed my name out in ecstasy and her orgasm drew out my own. We both sank down to the kitchen floor, Sookie was panting and I was enjoying the warmth of the sex flushed body and the salty taste of her glistening skin. When we both finally came down from our mutual orgasmic high I asked.
"Is there anything I can do to get you to call me Master in public?" She looked at me and rolled her eyes before saying.
"No absolutely nothing. We better get up and get dressed, if we're late for the air strip Pam will sulk the entire way and possibly spend the entire trip in a passive aggressive rage." I nodded and helped her up and finished packing while she was taking a shower. When she was finished I took mine. An hour later we were boarding my new jet and were on our way to the summit in Rhodes.