Definite lemons ahead. If that's not your thing, I'll see you next chapter!

Black Dragon 42: Thank you so much! I like that they're at this stage in their relationship where I can finally write him as sweet.

smilin Steph: I think its always so important to show trauma, especially in cases like this where there's multiple events and factors at play.

ferallahey: Not gonna lie, while I was writing it, I thought to myself: Why are you doing this to her? Lol

Ravensoul93: I had a really bad case of depression a few years ago and I had to actually drop out of high school for a little bit because of anxiety in my senior year so I always like to kind of not brush over those facts of life when I write these stories. Hope all is well!

Guest: Sookie's always been a hard main character for me to relate to. In True Blood, I actually found myself liking characters like Jason and Eric and later on Jessica (and of course, our Queen Pam) She just always made choices and had outbursts that I didn't understand.

Chapter 40: Owned

"Who are you?" My head tips to the side as I take in the hulking man in front of me, his hair a deep, midnight ebony, his almond eyes unbearably blank as he eyes me. He doesn't give away any sort of outward strain, surprise, or contempt as he pushes off of one of the trees near our porch. His suit is pressed to perfection, a deep charcoal without a speck of dust, a red ruby like a drop of shiny blood pinned to his lapels. He's lithe, thin with obvious muscle beneath the tailored edges of his suit and nearly as tall as Eric himself.

"You're Runa?" He asks, drifting forward with the sort of casual confidence that came from knowing that you were the most powerful creature within a 10-mile radius. I slide my hand behind my back, flexing my fingers as I feel the tell-tale flicker of my own magic buzz to the surface. How old was he? Would I be able to pull from his fears fast enough to take him down? Did I even play by those rules anymore?

"I don't like to answer questions from strangers." I eye him, glimpsing the flicker of amusement that tilts up a corner of his lips as he sidled to the bottom of the steps.

His eyes slip to where my hand is hidden, that smile still tilting his lips. "That must make friendships hard to come by."

"I never said I was in the business of making friends."

He lets out a short, surprised chuckle, eyeing me with renewed interest. We stare at each other for a moment longer and I debate casting out to start to dig around inside him. Tentatively, I reach out, doing a cursory touch of my energy to him, and draw back, surprised at the amount of information I got. At least 700 - that would make his birth somewhere in 1300? Wow. That was unnervingly old. Much older than I preferred to be around when it came to vampires. He was disturbingly close to Eric's own age, and that made my insides roll with anxiety.

Could I fight him off?

"Eric sent me," he finally said on a deep sigh, rolling out his neck in a way that made me think he hadn't wanted to give me even that much. His dark eyes met mine in annoyance. "He told me not to bother you. Or let you know I was here. Guess I fucked up on that front… But he also said that you wouldn't leave the house anytime soon so…"

He shrugs. My eyes narrow on him. My relationship with Eric wasn't a secret - it actually seemed to be pretty public now that I thought about how much we were together in public places. A bubble of childishly giddy nerves jittered along my stomach. I didn't feel any sort of lie in his words - no telling fear in him that usually indicated it.

That didn't mean I trusted him.

"Interesting," I murmur, drawing my hand from behind my back and starting the slow process of going down my rickety front porch stairs in heels.

The vampire eyes me warily. "Where are you going?"

I glance at him, sliding a hand into my purse to fish out the keys for little yellow. "You can follow me if you want to find out."

His eyes follow me as I stride to our beat-up car, unlocking it. "I'm supposed to make sure that you're safe."

I stare at him over my car for a moment. "Do I look like I need your protection?"

He rolls his eyes. "Maybe," he snaps. "I usually don't judge a book by its cover."

"Good," I say, not entirely able to help the interest that curved through me at his annoyance. "Then we're both on the same page." He opens his mouth to say more but I cut him off. "I don't trust covers either. So I don't trust you. Eric should have told me who was outside my house. It's a good thing that I didn't have some minced garlic and a silver cross on me for my new, hidden stalker. So you can either follow at a safe, unseen distance. Or you can stay here and watch Tara and Sookie put on face masks and watch Sleepless in Seattle."

He looks beyond offended. I get into the car, shut the car, and turn on little yellow with a few screeching starts and a lot of groans from the engine. I spare another long look out my window at the tall vampire, unsure whether he was more on the angry side or shocked.

His voice is muffled as he yells at me through my windows. "You know I could tear out the car door and drag you out, right?"

The window mechanics give a squeal as I force it down a slit. "Eric's 1000 years old. I know for a fact you're not so… I mean, you can make that gamble if you want."

He stares at me for a moment longer before whispering out a foul series of curses in a language with so many harsh dips and valleys that it felt like I was running up and down a hill with him. The words rolled together, each syllable bouncing off of each other. It's interesting, and I like it almost as much as the brutal eloquence of Swedish.

I pull out with a small wave in his direction, ignoring his call of: "Wait! At least let me ride with you!"

Why would I do that? He would be able to track me with greater ease anyway, and I didn't want to sit in awkward silence with him.

The roads of Bon Temp slid by in a constant blur of trees and city lights tucked into muddy swamps. It felt odd doing something as mundane as driving down streets, turning on my signal and stopping at signs and red lights after the months I had had. Something so normal almost felt forbidden - an odd occurrence when it used to be commonplace. My mind drifted to my job at Merlotte's. I hadn't been back - hadn't even called in. Right now, my account was at an all-time low; all of my survival depended on my sister's money. That was a feeling that was beyond uncomfortable for me.

I would need to go back to the bar soon. I grimace at the thought. I still… I still didn't entirely feel like myself. Like the threads that had kept me up before were loose, my arms and head hanging as gravity tried to force me to the ground.

I park the car, Fangtasia's sign giving the crowded parking lot a bloody glow. People mill about, pressed up against the concrete exterior, kissing, sucking at each other's necks with drunken abandon. People came here to blur the lines between kink and comfort and it showed in the lingerie and wicked, intoxicated expressions.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" My bodyguard was back, his brows tipped down in outrage as he stares at the open front door, the red carpet spread out like a tongue lulling from open lips. His eyes narrow on me as I climb out and lock my door. "We were coming here the whole fucking time?"

I toy with my keychain, trying and failing to keep the rearing beast of anxiety down. This was Eric. This was… I wasn't afraid… I gulp down a breath, sweat suddenly dampening my throat and spine. I eye the open door once more. I wanted to see him. I really fucking missed him. I wanted to -

I draw in a tight breath, my heart picking up as I think about the heavy disapproval on his face the last time we had spoken face to face. His anger. His strength. My shame.

I dart around the car, pulling on the handles of my doors. I focusing on that.

"What are you doing?" My bodyguard sounds even warier, his eyes following me as I walk quickly around to my passenger side door and yank at the lever.

"Checking that the doors are locked," I state simply, darting another quick glance to the front door. I can see the pulsing lights, the poles with lithe bodies winding around them in an irresistible dance.

He stares at me a moment longer, watching silently as I clip my way over to my back doors. "Are you… are you okay?"

"Fine," I snap, stopping as I realize that doing a second lock check would make me look crazy. I frown, looking back at the walls and that door - that damn door that reminded me of a mouth ready to swallow me up-

I dart to the trunk, yanking on the latch there and yelping as it springs open with a harsh creak. I shove it closed, not bothering to lock it.

"Aren't you-" he starts, eyeing me.

"It does that a lot," I whisper, glaring at the Fangtasia sign. "It doesn't close all the way."

We stand in silence a moment longer, neither of us moving. I could do this, I rallied. How many months had it been since I walked in there for the first time? It hadn't even been an issue. I hadn't even thought twice about it. I pace, shoulders hunching up as I try and failed to force down my own growing insecurities. I had been fine. I was fine. I was as fine as I could be.

I let out a sharp whimper of frustration, anger burning at my eyes. I hated myself. I hated that I couldn't even walk to a fucking door-

"Hey." I jump at the soft voice, jerking to a stop as my bodyguard is suddenly beside me, his eyes annoyingly soft. Like he's looking at an injured animal trying to crawl across a busy highway. "If you… I know I'm not as old as Eric, but you don't… if he's forcing you to-"

"We should get you a cape, Yun," a sultry voice whips across the space, followed by the clip of heels. Pam's face is pulled into her usual unimpressed glare, her eyes roaming over the other vampire with obvious annoyance. "Next, you'll be offering to lock her in a tower. Or wrap her pussy up in a tight little chastity belt."

Whatever softness that had come over Yun's face crumbles, disdain taking over as he stares at the smaller vampire. "It's always a great misfortune to see you, Pam."

Her smile is sharp as she slides a hand to her waist. "Pulling a quote out of the endless unhappiness felt by your playmates?"

The barb didn't seem to even faze him, his reply quick. "No. I assume that particular emotion is only felt by the poor souls who grace your cold, dank bed and get a glimpse of that withered sack of muscle you call a heart."

Pam's smile widens. "Careful, Yun. I might grow a bit warmer and reconsider putting one of my gags in your pretty little mouth."

I don't miss the way that Yun's nostrils flares. "I'd rather feed my cock to crocodiles."

A single brow quirks, her cold eyes warming as they drift over the broad flare of his shoulders down to the taut, thinner angles of his hips. "Shame." Her tongue darts over her suddenly exposed fangs. "I could think of so many different ways to use that."

His eyes deepen to the smoldering embers of a dead fire, his eyes taking in the smaller woman with obvious hunger before he snaps his teeth, snarling down at her before turning away and striding purposefully toward Fangtasia. Pam watches him go, that same heated stare pinned to his back. I stare - openly gawking.

"I could take a chunk out of that man any day of the week," she breaths, wistful. She was grinning as he gave her the finger over his shoulder. Sighing, she turns back to me with renewed interest, her gaze darting over me with consideration.

"That was hot," I blurt out before I can think and she gives me a grin.

"You don't have to tell me, darling," she purrs before taking a step forward and circling me, taking in the lacy corset top that slipped into ebony satin along my hips and thighs, the thin straps that held it all up. The gold collar that the mares had given me was still branded into my skin - an accessory that was less disturbing and more of a needed reminder every day. My hair curled in a dark wave under my chin, a few shorter stands tickling the shell of my ears. My shoes were a gorgeous midnight blue, the bottoms red as fresh blood. It was probably one of the most expensive things that had ever touched my skin. She lets out a low, appreciative purr. "You look good enough to eat, Runa."

I couldn't help the grin, my cheeks warming. "Thank you. Eric got them for me."

Why did I say that? Like a child. I blushed harder as she gave me a teasing smirk. The truth was that… no one had ever really treated me… Eric was the first person to give me anything this expensive and it felt… good. It felt good to know that someone was interested in you enough to give you things like this - that they didn't mind shelling out money to make you comfortable. After so many years of living on the edge of poverty, it felt good.

"Aren't you cute," she says blandly, but there's amusement in her blue eyes. She stares at me a moment longer. "Why are you out here, Runa?"

I stiffened, locking up. Of course, they would know that I had been waffling out here for a decent amount of time now. I gulp down a breath, glancing back into the beating withering inside of Fangtasia. My insides curl shamefully.

"Does he know?" I whisper, already knowing the answer. If Pam knew, it was unlikely that Eric didn't.

She gives me a slow glance that spoke volumes on how stupid she thought that question was. "You have two options in front of you, Runa. You can either get in your car and go back to your house so that you can seal up all those little cracks that you think you have right now." There was that long stare again and I hate the way I feel like my skin has been peeled back. "Or you can go into Fangtasia."

I let out a bark of laughter. "And what? It's not just going inside of a building, Pam."

Pam's bottom lip puckers in consideration. "You're right." She shrugs. "You might actually get an orgasm or five if you go into this building. Definitely not something you would get out of going into a random club, I would think."

My insides light up, the air suddenly seeming even more humid than it was. The hours that we had spent together so long ago suddenly rushing back to me in blinding clarity. His cool breath on my throat. His eyes as he had pushed into me. His tongue meeting mine. His hands on me. Him, him, him, him.

I wanted that.

I gulp, taking an involuntary step forward before I feel myself lock up again. What if he was disappointed? What if he could see how different I was? How much this last month had broken me? If he could-

"He's been sulking for the last two weeks," Pam whispers softly, her words for my ears only. I don't look at her, my eyes locked on that door. "Before that, he was wild. I've never seen him so desperate before. So willing to burn everything down. And then you came back and immediately left him again and something different snapped in him. He tore apart the area beneath the bar. He ripped out everything like he couldn't stand the sight of it."

I swallow. The dungeon. Our conversation slid across my mind, how I had said-

"You're brutal, Eric. You keep people in a cellar below your bar and slowly dissect them when you need something. You punish and maime and you don't think about the people that you hurt. You're - you are-"

I'm moving before she had let out another word, striding quickly to the door, barely sparing the confused bouncer at the door a glance as he starts to reach out.

"Don't touch her, Sebastian," Pam purrs from behind me, her words lilting in their own satisfaction.

Bodies wither against each other, clustered between the high tables that overlook the stage with its empty throne and the platforms filled with twisting bodies. More people press tightly to the bar, ordering complicated drinks and simple blood types. I squeeze past them, immediately making my way toward the back. Even the hallway's filled - nothing like out front but a few people make out sloppily against the wall. I barely spare them a glance as I make my way quickly to the set of doors that indicate Eric's office and push my way inside.

The sound from the pulsing music outside dims, my pulse quickening and then slowing as everything forcused on the imposing figure of the Viking standing just in front of his wide oak desk. His eyes track me, his jaw hardening as they slid down the exposed line of my throat, the area where my breasts were pushed up to where my lace corset was hugging the curve of my ribs, the boning visible beneath the tentalizing fabric. His eyes darken, the muscles in his shoulders rolling as they dipped lower and lower, following the way the fabric that he had bought me hugs every inch of my body.

The look in his eyes is all feral hunger, heating my skin to a fever as I watch his reaction to me. Just like that all of the trepidation, the nagging insecurities dissolved, pushed back into neat little boxes and filed away for another time under his eyes. My stomach knotts - this time for completely different reasons as my body responded instantly to him.

The broad muscles of his shoulders rolled, his biceps flexing even as he keeps his arms crossed firmly over his chest. He rests carelessly against the edge of his desk, his long legs crossed in front of him, his shoulders up as if he's seconds away from crossing the space and ripping me away from the door. The thought sends a pulse of need through me.

We don't say anything and I don't know his reason but mine is plain. A mix of too strong emotions choke out every last word that slithered through my mind, leaving only enough room for me to breath shallowly. I don't know - don't know if I wanted to say anything. For once, I wanted to drown in this intensity. I wanted to see his eyes grow darker. Want him to touch me like he owns me. Want him to force even more of the past few weeks of depression and anxiety and nagging, bitter despair out of me. I want him to wrap my hair up in his hands and make me go up on my tip toes to-

"Your thoughts are rather loud." I jolt, blinking as that bubble bursts, Eric's deep, rumbling voice rolls over me. He stays where he is - hasn't moved a single muscle, his hulking, imposing body still perched on the edge of that desk. I open my mouth to say something and then close it again, unsure. His eyes darken further. "You've never had trouble telling me anything that flits across that dirty little mind of yours, love. Even though I can tell exactly what direction your thoughts are going in right now, I'd like to hear it come out of that beautiful mouth of yours."

I gulp, the air feeling hard and hot as it scorches down my throat. I want him. I always seemed to want him. We just… we just seemed to always be on borrowed time…

That was the thought that made me move, my purse sliding from my arm and to the floor with a thunk. He watches me, his eyes sharpening as I stride forward. I feel that stare down to my very soul, my whole body aching with it. My Viking. My vampire. Mine.

All mine.

Our lips meet in a hard, claiming kiss. I feel his snarl through my chest, vibrating along my tongue as he finally sweeps me up. I forgot how strong he was - how easily he lifts me, my legs immediately curling around his hips as his lips crash into mine. My nails dig into his scalp, pulling at the golden strands as his fingers curl into my ass, keeping me where he wants me, the other going around my nape and I whimper, needing the possessive hold, his fingers curling up into the base of skull.

"You leave me and then you come back and look at me like you want me to own you," he snarls, his fangs snapping down as he curled his fingers into the loose strands of my hair, yanking me away. I roll my hips, desperate, letting out a harsh breath of satisfaction as I feel the hard, long press of him against my folds. He lets out another growl, his teeth flashing as his fingers dig further into my ass. "Is that what you want from me, Runa? You want me to own you for the night so that you don't have to talk to me?"

"No-" I gulp down a hard breath, confusion clouding my vision, my own selfish need overriding every good intention. My legs tighten around his waist, feeling the power of him all around me. His strength. The solid line of his muscles against me. I wanted to feel that. I blink, shaking my head in confusion. "Yes - I -"

I feel like I'm burning up, my whole body aching with need.

His eyes flare. "Dammit, Runa." I let out a low whine of protest as he moves his hands to my thighs, gently prying me away from him and back to my own feet. Whatever protests forming quickly end as he lifts me so that I'm on his desk. "Lean back on the desk. On your elbows."

When I don't immediately do as he says, he crowds me, his hips forcing my thighs to spread obscenely. His eyes darken as they dart down to take in the crude way that he's pressed to me, the satiny skirt hitched up around my waist, barely hiding the lacy panties beneath. His hands flex along my thighs, tugging me down and into him as he lets me feel the impressive bulge tenting his jeans. I shiver, my pussy growing wetter at the sight, his head bent so that he can stare as well. Why was that so hot?

"Elbows," he snaps, sounding more animal than human and I do as he said immediately, sensing the last bit of his control hanging by a thread. The position splays me out in front of him, my breast almost bursting from the stiff material of the corset. I have no leverage - barely enough to maybe force myself back up if he lets me. A shiver courses up my spine, my situation sinking in.

One of his big hands moves slowly up my leg, collecting the material of my skirt even more, revealing more of the skin of my thighs, bunching and shifting until you can see the crease between my inner thigh and most intimate areas. I stop breathing. Eric doesn't move for a minute, tracking the material intently. Slowly - oh so slowly - his hand presses higher and the material stays there, a blatant tease. I let out a labored breath, feeling the chill of his hand against my ribcage through the tiny pinprick holes of my top. Finally - finally - his hand flexes pushing up against the underside of my breast pushing it higher and higher until my nipple peaks over the edges of my corset.

"So fucking beautiful," he rasps, staring at my exposed skin. I'm a portrait of the tantalizing and the chaste - covered in areas and wantonly exposed in others. His eyes drift over me, slowly, melting, half-lidded. His thumb drags across the peaks of my breast, my nipples tightening into hard points as I gasp. I started to lever a bit up, needing to feel his lips against mine, his tongue on me. His eyes cut to me, his irises a frigid blue and I stilled immediately. "Did I tell you to move, Runa."

"I-" I let out a ragged breath as the hand not clasped around my legs shot forward to grasp my throat, his thumb pressing my chin up so that I had to meet his eyes. He didn't squeeze down. His hold was nothing but firm, a clear reminder. "N-no."

"Say my name," he snarls suddenly and his hands tighten on my skin. I shouldn't like this too much. He's being bossy and uppity and just this side of a jerk. But - My pussy tightens, my panties soaked. I can't help but wiggle my hips a little bit, trying to rub myself against him. His eyes darken to thunderclouds, his teeth flashing in warning. "Say my fucking name, Runa, before I turn you over and fuck you. I bet I could fill you with my come and leave you wanting for the rest of the night."

I gasp, words bubbling up as I flounder. His eyes lighten, watching my outrage. "You -"

"I would," he promises, rolling his hips just enough that I gasp, my own hips picking up the motion a moment too late, my insides clenching. He stops and I grit out a snarl. "Ah, there she is. My little nightmare. All sharp teeth. Let me hear you call me an asshole, baby. Come on. I know you want to." I shut my lips, glaring up at him as he gives me another slow, wicked smile, his hips rolling in a way that makes me clench, rubbing against me just enough to make me a little bit crazy. His hands tighten again on my throat, his eyes taking on a brutal edge as he glance down at where he's grinding into me. "Then you'd have to come back to me. You'd stay right up against me until I can get back into you and make you come. You won't be able to walk away and risk this perfect little body, will you?"

My heart ached at his words, the sudden contrast to what he was doing to me sinking in. "Eric-"

I lost all thought - every last word flying from my head as he let out a savage snarl, ripping through the fine boning of my corset, the flimsy material sliding away as he tore the material all the way to my hip. He was on me in a second, his tongue rolling the hard bead of my nipple, breaking a moan from me. My head fell back as I felt the harsh scrape of his fangs along my skin. His other hand slipped away from my throat, sliding down to palm my other breast. I felt it like a shock, the pinch of his nails and fingers like a direct touch to my clit.

My nails dug into the hardwood of the desk, trying ot keep my hands where he wanted them. Trying to be good. His teeth scraped along my breast one more time before he pulled away, breathing hard as he moved to hover over my other nipple.

"I should bite you right here," he whispers raggedly, his teeth pinching into the vulnerable skin of my breast as if he's testing himself, toying with his own self-control. "Mark you. Bleed you so that I know where the fuck you are next time."

"Eric-" I gasp again, trying to form coherent words but only ending on a gasp as he grasps the back of my thighs with a growl and shoves my legs farther up so that I spread wide for him. I stiffen as he moves away, his face hard as he -

I gulp down a startled gasp, watching, too stunned to say anything as he goes to his knees.

"Hold your legs, Runa," he grits out and I shiver as his breath slides along my wet folds. His eyes are hard ice as he stares up at me. "I want you to hold yourself open so that I can eat you out."

I have to basically grasp my own ass to do that and he watches me silently as I slowly move my hands into position, glancing up to see the flushed red crawl across my breasts and neck and up to my cheeks with my embarrassment. His eyes spark, enjoying my discomfort before his eyes are moving slowly back to where I've spread myself. And I'm so unbearably wet, so sensitive to every single breath he takes.

My heart beats painfully in my chest, the clarity of this moment crashing down on me. Did I lock the door? God, anyone could walk in and - what would they see? I gulp, growing wetter at the image that comes to my mind: Eric fully clothed on his knees, licking me up as I keep myself open for him. The fact that I'm not wearing anything but the heels that he sent me adds a mind-numbing layer to everything.

His tongue is there before I can mentally prepare for it, his big hands moving up to massage along my thighs as he presses against me. I nearly black out, my nails digging into my own skin as I feel every nerve ending shudder and then burn, catching fire. My pussy clenches as Eric drags his tongue all the way up to clit, stopping to toy with the little bundle of nerves until I let out a loud mewl. His head lifts, my juices visible on his lips as he runs his tongue along the tip of a fang, his eyes heavy-lidded.

"What is it, love?" I roll my hips unthinkingly, shivering as he licks me in a long, decadent motion. I can feel the barest scrape of his fangs along my folds, the prick, a tantalizing reminder of how dangerous it is to have his mouth on me like this. He moves away again, pressing a wet kiss on my inner thigh. "Use your words. What do you want?"

"I want to come," I pant out immediately, shaking from the growing tension. He gives me a long look, pressing down on my thighs enough that they're nearly touching the desk.

"Love you spread out all open and ready for me," he murmurs, dipping back down and kissing me there like he's savoring me. Like he has all day. I feel my head go light, my muscles clamping down desperately as I try to reach that desperate peak. I can only roll my hips so much, his hands keeping me down. Incoherent noises spill from me and I think that maybe - probably - everyone in the bar can hear me. His fangs scrape over my folds making me let out a startled moan, his tongue slides into my slit and I can't help crying out his name then, my orgasm starts to barrel toward me. But then he pulls away and I sob, gritting down on the noise. "Tell me who owns you, baby. You wanted me to make you mine tonight right, little mare? I saw it right when you walked in that sexy dress. Tell me who this pussy belongs to."

I feel a wave of that old rebellion spark through me, something indignant and rageful roaring to life. I clamp my mouth shut. Amusement lightens his eyes as he stares up at me, his tongue dragging along the back of my thigh as if he can't help but taste me again. He chuckles darkly as he watched the unwillingness, the spark of fight darken my gaze.

"Suit yourself," he murmurs, and then his mouth is back on me and he's sucking and licking and driving me out of my mind. His fingers circle my entrance before pushing in, making me arch up, my head spinning.

He stops every time my hand slips, growling down at me until I force my hands back, opening myself back up for him. And somehow, he knows every time I'm right there, right on the edge. I let out a harsh yell, tears burning at my eyes as he pulls away for the third time, my pussy clamping down on nothing as he drags his hand roughly over my thighs. His eyes are molten lava, burning me, scorching through me as he stares down at my panting form.

He doesn't ask me again. Doesn't repeat his demand a second time. He just continues the endless torture, his patience endless.

"So pretty," he rumbles, staring down at me as I pant, trying and failing to force myself over the edge, my hands damp and shaking on my own ass. I let out a frustrated groan, sweat starting to dampen my skin. His mouth drags along my thigh, the prick of his fangs making me shiver. Even that is too much, my skin prickling as every muscle in my body locks up. "Your heart makes this delicious stutter when you're right on that edge. Give me a few more tries and I can get it down to a science."

"You ass," I whimper dejectedly, watching that vicious smile curl his lips.

"No," he murmurs, tugging my cheeks a bit further apart while I gasp. He considers my most intimate areas, his eyes going absolutely villianous as he grins. "But eventually."

And then he's back again and I can't breathe except to let out gasps and moans and small sobs. His finger curls inside me rubbing against something that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. He lets out a growl as I gush around his tongue, my heart beating frantically against my ribcage. I can feel it - just there - Oh god - He presses a second finger into me and I let out a garbled scream, arching. I need to come. I need to-

"Yours, yours, yours, yours," I babble desperately, breaking as he starts to pull away again. I can't - I can't do that again.

His words vibrate along my folds and I sob. "You know what I want."

"My pussy. My body. My fucking soul - it's all yours. Everything. Yours. Please."

A growl so possessive and feral that I shiver rips from him as he slides his fingers back inside me, his thumb going to my clit and rubbing in fast circles. "Come on my hand, little nightmare."

He doesn't need to tell me. I feel the dam break before he's even done speaking. I come shaking, my mouth open on a silent scream as I gush, squeezing down on him. My nails tear through the top layer of skin of my ass, the world darkening as I finally go over the edge. My brain is somewhere else, drifting all my muscles clamping up before I slowly fall back to the desk.

Eric is already on his feet, tugging down his zipper and freeing every glorious inch of his cock. His teeth flash in a snarl as he takes one look at my sated form and flips me over, tugging me down until my hips are out, my breast pressed into the hard oak.

"Lick your fucking come off my fingers." I open my mouth immediately, sucking the long, slick digits into my mouth in a daze. I can feel him dragging his cock along the crease of my ass behind me and whatever sated feeling that lightened me seconds before vanishes. I'm ready for him again - need to feel him. My own musky, sweet flavor bursts along my tongue and I can't help but suck until I get down to the saltier flavor of Eric's skin. He pulls away before I'm ready, gasping my hips.

He stays there - everything going silent as he drags the head of his cock through my folds. It feels… different. Intimate but not because of the act but because of the emotions I can feel rolling off of him.

"You know how much I missed you?" The question strikes me like a bolt of lightning, the raw gravel of his voice tearing at me. I go to lift up and squeak when his hand snaps out, clamping on the back of my neck and forcing me down again. His head nudges harder against my entrance and a hot shiver of arousal crawls up my spine. I can feel the harsh press of denim against my ass, his shirt brushing against my back as he curves over me and something about having him basically dressed while I'm naked sends a bolt of pure need through me. "How - how scared I was? How fucking dumb and ignorant and stupid you were to go to Gods know where - How could you be so dismissive of your own life? How could you just-"

He doesn't finish his sentence, his fingers still digging into my nape and I can feel the unsaid words. I can feel all of the anger and hurt pouring off of him onto me. Guilt swarms up my spine, crowding in.

"I'm sorry, Eric," I whisper, tears blurring my vision. I wish I could see him. I wish I could look into his eyes. "I thought - I was wrong. I - I'm sorry-"

"I don't want your apology," he bites out and I don't know how I know that all that anger isn't toward me but I do. He's silent for a moment longer before he lets out a long breath, his fingers tightening on me for a moment before he slowly eases up. "You came in here wanting me to own you so I will. I shouldn't have even let you come. I should have spanked your ass, left you unable to sit down right for a week. Or edged you until you were crying. But your so fucking pretty when you beg."

He sounds beyond irritated by the admission. I feel him press into me, sinking in an inch at a time as I gasp. I forgot how big he was. My pussy stretches, burning as I try to take him.

"Come on, love," he grits out, his hips rolling as he keeps me in place with a hand to my waist and another at my nape. "Open up for me."

My hips dig into the desk as he forces his way in, groaning, both of us gasping until he's all the way in and all I can feel is the hard pulsing length of him inside of me. I can't seem to catch my breath as his hips collide with my ass. My head spins dully as I try and adjust to him but damn - he feels so good inside of me. I clench without thinking, shivering as he grunts, grinding into me like he's hoping that he can sink further into me.

"Feels so good," I hear him mumble, the words soft like he's talking to himself. Slowly, he pulls out and slides back in, his hips doing that amazing grinding thing. I let out a soft sigh, pressing back into him until his hands clench on my hips. "Forgot how good this pussy feels around my cock." He does a few more shallow strokes that have my toes curling, my breath turning ragged in my throat. I feel him shift a little bit, his hand tightening as he tugs me back into him with a bit more force and I clench around him. He sounds a little bit drunk when he speaks next. "Want me to fuck you rough, Runa? Or do you need me to be gentle - flip you around and rock into this sweet pussy like I own it?"

My body catches fire at the second one, my knees going weak as he continues that slow rolls of his hips, his cock dragging slowly in and out. But I don't think I can take that right now. Right now I wanted to feel him crash into me. I wanted him hard and rough and there.

"Slow later," I pant out, shivering as he pulls almost all the way out and thrusts back in. The hand at my nape drifts, rubbing along my throat and I can feel his eyes on my ass, watching as his cock sinks into me. "Eric, please."

"So pretty," he mumbles, his thrusts growing harsher. "Fuck I love watching your pussy take me."

I lose myself a little after that. There's nothing more than him crowding me, leaning over me as he thrusts into me. His breath on my nape, his hand tight on my hip while the other rubs along my spine like he's trying to praise me for taking him. And I feel. So. Fucking. Good. Cherished. His teeth scrape along my shoulder every so often, a groan rolling from him and I can't force out the words to tell him to bite me because my vocal cords are too busy letting out happy gasps and moans.

"So fucking good," he grits, his hips slamming into mine. I feel the press of his fangs as he leans down to bite along my spine. "Such a good mare. You want to come, love?"

"Pl-please-" I moan dizzily, forcing my hips back even as he tries and keeps me where he wants me. That hand on my hip slides down, parting my lips like he can't help but feel where he's fucking into me. Slowly, he drags his fingers back and toys with my clit, rubbing hard circles.

The hand that's sliding along my spine drags farther down, gripping my ass as he drags me roughly back into him and it's so brutal that I can't help but cry out. My legs shake, warning to cave in as I feel the approaching release. His finger circles me faster, and I fly over the edge, twisting, falling, crashing down. He lets out a harsh grunt, thrusting faster as he reaches his own release and I hear him curse, dragging me roughly up like he can't help but have my whole body pressed to his front as he gives a few more thrusts.

My breath comes in harsh pants as we stay that way, slowly coming down from the high. Tired satisfaction loosens my muscles and I feel my eyes growing heavy as he lets out a hard breath and slips from me.

"I think we need to talk now," I whisper drowsily and he nuzzles against my neck, giving me a long lick along my throat that sends a jolt of awareness through me.

"Mmm," he grunts, keeping me pressed to his front with an arm around my waist. He drags his teeth along my skin, pinching at the meaty part that connects to my shoulder. "I leave in an hour. Go to sleep until then, okay, love?"

I want to protest but my eyes are already so heavy. My head falls to the side, nuzzling against the side of his face. "Only an hour."

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