This is just a Lemony Interlude for the weekend, it wasn't "planned". More explanation follows the chapter.
Quick Update: Eric has plans...
"Victoria, you have to sleep now because I have plans for waking you up later." He whispered in my ear, not exactly helping me to think about sleep.
I moved a little closer to him. "What plans?"
"You will find out when you wake." His smile was teasing.
"But I'm not sleepy now." I insisted probably sounding a bit like a spoiled brat.
"Sleep." He slid out of the side of the bed.
"Eric... Please."
"Sleep. See you soon." He swaggered out of the bedroom, leaving me to watch his stunning butt depart. I felt frustrated, irritated and I admit, sleepy.
It was a little like trying to fall asleep on Christmas Eve. I had too much to look forward to. I finally got to sleep by pretending to fall asleep, my tried and tested Christmas method. The only way I could sleep when I was a kid and waiting for Santa was to pretend to sleep. Pretending was useful because it also meant I was prepared if my mum and dad checked up on me, I doubted that Eric would be checking up on me though.
When I woke I was pretty amazed I had slept almost three hours. The sun didn't rise until after seven o'clock so there was lots of time for Eric's plans. A flash of heat ran through me as I jumped out of bed. I managed to stop myself running straight downstairs to find him and went into the bathroom to brighten myself up a little. I risked brushing my teeth on the opposite side to my new filling. I wasn't going to risk that falling out and spending another day visiting Doctor Williams. I brushed my hair through and dabbed on a little mascara. I certainly didn't look pale anymore. I looked decidedly flushed and excited.
I wondered if I should wear something, Eric hadn't said anything but I liked to dress up for him. I rifled through my walk-in wardrobe, which was pretty close to full these days. A couple of weeks ago I had tried a company other than Victoria's Secret for some underwear and I had regretted it. The t-shirts from them were great but the black lacy baby doll wasn't what I expected. I had thought the lace would be finer and move nicely but it was a stretchy and not as classy as I had hoped. The panties didn't look right so I ignored them and tried the baby doll on it's own again. It looked better without the panties messing up the line, I played about with the cleavage, lowering it a little. My nipples strained against the fabric. I needed to find Eric.
Eric was in the big comfy chair in the lounge, he had only gone as far as putting his jeans back on so he was a fine sight. He was reading a glossy catering magazine which he put down as I came down the stairs. I hesitated a little at the bottom of the stairs as he looked me up and down. "Come a little closer, my pet." It was all I could do not to run to him. He patted the chair either side of his thighs, so I sat astride his lap, facing him. I had a flash of nerves as I trailed my fingers up across his chest to his shoulders. What was the plan?
He ran his hands through my hair, flicking it back over my shoulders. "Smile for me, my beauty. Let me check that shifter's not harmed you." It wasn't easy to smile on command but he was smiling so I beamed back at him. This turned into laugh of relief as I leaned in to kiss him properly for the first time that night. I wound my arms around his back as he leaned forward to me, his hands on my thighs, my bottom, my back. His kisses moved from my lips to my ear.
"What is this?" He whispered pulling at the baby doll and letting it ping back into place.
"Eric! Is it that bad?"
"Mmm." He grinned and pinged at the baby doll again.
As he was grinning I risked playfully slapping his hands away. "I only wore it because I didn't know what your plans were. I didn't want anything nice to get destroyed!"
"Destroyed?" He said in mock outrage.
"Yes, that little habit you have of shredding anything that gets in your way." I moved forward to whisper in his ear. "It really doesn't matter if this gets destroyed."
Eric leaned back with a glint in his eye. He eyed me up and down then his fangs dropped a little. He leaned forward to the front of the underwear and nicked a little tear between my breasts at the top of the baby doll. He leaned back to view his handiwork better and tore the material a little further, straight down to my belly button. I was now effectively topless.
"Eric!" I was laughing but embarrassed until he slowly caressed my breasts and began to lick, suck and tease them. His hands ran up and down my thighs, trailing his fingers up and down, up and down. I let out a small whimper of pleasure and tried to move myself closer to him. He was hard but encased in his jeans, I slipped my hands from his shoulders to his top button, trying to release him.
"It's time for my plans." Somehow he stood from the low armchair with me still wrapped him. He moved through the lounge to the office without removing his lips from my breasts or seemingly taking any notice of where he was going. I clung to him like a koala bear up a tree. Eric got through the hidden door by pressing me against the wall so he could use two hands to press the drawing pins on the map. He snatched me away from the wall as it swung back and open, the rest of the journey was easy and he was quickly dropping me on the middle of the bed. I couldn't help laughing as I bounced. He turned away from me to get something from his chest of drawers.
"Close your eyes my pet, don't look or you will spoil our game."
I shivered in expectation and closed my eyes tight. "Yes Sir."
I almost opened my eyes again when I felt the bed move as he joined me but I managed to keep them closed. Even when he softly kissed my lips I kept my eyes closed, although I did let out a little moan of anticipation. "Lie back." Eric whispered. I did as he asked and felt his cool, soft touch at my wrist. He moved my arm up the bed and I felt a silky material wrap around it. I shuddered as I guessed the plan but stayed quiet and squeezed my eyes tight shut as Eric tied the material around my wrist and raised my arm a little higher, I assumed to tie me to the bed.
"You are nervous, my pet." I nodded. "Open your eyes. Tell me why you're scared."
I opened my eyes and looked nervously at my wrist. The tie was like one of the gold curtain tie-backs that was already on the bed, only this was much longer, wrapped around my wrist and the post by the bed head.
"Victoria?"
"Yes, I'm nervous. It's hard to say why." I was remembering the night he scared me but should I say that to him? Dare I? He had said he could tie me up and keep me. Now I was about to be tied up.
Eric tugged at the tie at the bed head and it came loose. He sat on the bed propped against the headboard and pulled me next to him. He slipped an arm over my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. "Sorry my pet, I didn't mean to scare you. I forget how young you are sometimes."
I blushed in shame. "I'm sorry I'm not more experienced."
"I am very glad that you are not more experienced. You know I don't want that." He did sound totally sincere.
I don't know why I asked but I did. "Don't you think it would be a lot less hassle to be with someone who knows more, who isn't so new to this?"
"Someone who's done everything with someone else? No, thank you!" Eric stood at the side of the bed and slipped off his jeans. "Don't you think I have enough experience for the both of us?" He looked down at me, winked and waggling his eyebrows.
Eric joined me back in the middle of the bed. I smiled, shaking my head, a little relieved. He deserved an explanation. "I was nervous because of the other night. When you came home and I was upstairs?"
He nodded, he knew which night I meant.
I sucked in an anxious breath. "You said you should tie me up and keep me. Ready and waiting?"
"Ahh, Victoria. No. No." He held me close to him as I closed my eyes tight and tried to pretend this conversation wasn't happening. "I said that to get a reaction out of you on that night. I wouldn't do that."
I might have looked a little unconvinced.
"I can give you two reasons why I wouldn't do that." He actually grinned. "First, this is my bed, why would I tie you to my bed all day. I sleep here too. I'm sure that wouldn't be pleasant for either of us."
Eww.
"And second, I am sure you know how I prefer to wake up..." Now I was a little confused. "My pet, you wake me like no one else ever has. You could not do that if you were tied."
Had no one else ever been there when he woke? I hoped I knew what he was talking about. I lowered my voice but was unable to disguise the hint of hope in it. "Tell me. What do you like when I wake you?"
Eric whispered throatily, urgently into my ear. "I like it when I wake and your fingers are teasing me, when I wake and your lips are around me. One night I hope to stay asleep long enough so I wake when you are riding me."
I was struggling to catch my breath. He paused a little, watching my reaction, then returned to the original subject. "Did you see the tie? It was tight around your wrist but it was just a bow at the post. I left a long trailing end, if I went to my sleep without meaning to then you could easily get free. I would make sure of that." Eric was in his persuasion mode and I admit I was more than ready to listen. "I understand that you were worried when I tied you but try and imagine. If you are tied when I am inside you, there is nothing you can do. All you can do is feel me inside you. That is all you have to think about, squeezing me when you want to, moving your long legs around me when you want to. That is all that I was planning."
We were laid tangled together, Eric stroking my back and bottom. I stayed quiet so he continued whispering in my ear. "If tonight had gone well then the next time we could try the blindfold too. You would be able to feel but not see, not touch. It would heighten your senses. Another time I could tie your ankles too, not tight, you'd need to move a little but that would mean all your thoughts and feelings would be concentrated on your sweet centre. I could taste you, slide inside you, you would be so wet and ready for me, my pet."
I had to really concentrate on breathing, hyperventilating was a possibility. Eric was still, just holding me close, waiting for my reaction. I whispered, "If I said enough you would stop?"
"Always."
"Please could we try again?"
Eric's face twitched into a satisfied smile. "You are sure?"
I quickly nodded, then moved onto my back, offering my wrists to him.
Chapter 24 was supposed to end with Victoria going to sleep – but I couldn't make it seem right. Who on earth could sleep when the Viking was awake beside you?
So I dropped in the throw away line about Eric's Plan and then I couldn't resist writing it after a couple of comments on Twitter.
Chapter 26 will start a week from now.
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6th November 2010