Here's the first lemon, let me know if you like it..
It had been three nights since the accident and she seemed to have finally calmed down some. She had screamed and raged and lashed out at him every time he had gone into her room with food or clothes or other things she needed. He had been more patient with her than anyone in his long existence, but his patience was wearing thin. Tonight he would make it clear to her that this behavior would no longer be tolerated. Tonight he would begin her training.
She was laying on the bed reading a mystery novel that he had asked Pam to get for her. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and the way they clung to her body made him want to tear them off and show her what she had been denying herself with her insolence. It took all his restraint to keep from fucking her and feeding from her. In his 1000 years he had never forced himself on a woman and he wasn't about to start now, especially not with this mystifying creature who elicited feelings in him he had never had before.
He knew she registered his entrance by the way her heart rate picked up, but she continued reading her book and refused to acknowledge his presence.
"Sookie, we need to talk." There was no answer and he hadn't expected one.
"You've been acting like a spoiled child long enough. This has to stop."
She looked up at him then, her eyes full of fire.
"And I will for as long as it takes for you to realize that this is insane. Let me go home."
"This is your home now. The sooner you accept that, the easier your life will be." And mine too, he added silently.
"You can't just keep me here against my will" she yelled and threw her book at him.
"This stops now." With a few large steps he closed the distance between them and pushed her to the wall, covering her body with his. "I have been very patient with you, Miss Stackhouse." He grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the side, exposing the soft skin of her neck. "But from now on you will learn to obey me." She braced herself for the bite, but instead he buried his nose in her neck and took a deep breath.
"Let me go!"
He put his large hand on her throat and squeezed.
"Do you understand what I did for you? You were dying. I saved your life." At a great risk to his own, but he left that part out.
"Well that's just great! You saved me so you could keep me locked up here as your own little sex slave? Forgive me if I don't send you a thank you note!"
His hand on her throat tightened while the other slid under her clothes and found her breast.
"You think you're my sex slave?" He grabbed her roughly and pinched her nipple. She gasped, but didn't try to move away from his hand.
"Isn't that why you came here in the first place?" He pinched harder and the scent of her arousal flooded the room. It was even sweeter than her blood.
His fingers continued to nimbly play with her aching nipple while his other hand moved down from her throat.
"Is this not what you wanted?" In one sudden motion he ripped her shirt and bra, leaving her upper body exposed to him. She gasped, but not one word of protest left her lips, just as he expected.
His hand reached her other breast and started kneading it roughly. His thumbs brushed her nipples and she whimpered.
"Are you trying to tell me that this doesn't turn you on?" His hand left her breast and she ached at the loss of his touch. He slid it over her stomach and down between her legs, carefully avoiding touching her where she wanted him the most.
"Do you want me to believe that you're not dripping wet already?" She closed her eyes, willing him to bring his hand to her. "I can smell your arousal." She moved forward slightly, arching into his hand.
"Do you want me to stop?" He waited a second for her answer, but when she remained quiet he removed both his hands from her body.
"No, please don't stop!" With one swift move he ripped her shorts and panties off her.
"Tell me what you want." he commanded. She wanted desperately to tell him exactly what she wanted, precisely where to put those long fingers of his, but not a sound came out.
He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him, putting his lips to her ear.
"Tell me what you want or I will tie you down so you can't touch yourself and leave you here all day without a release."
"Please," she whimpered.
"Please what?"
Her cheek turned crimson and he reveled in the blood moving just below the thin layer of skin.
He knew this was difficult for her, but modesty would have no place in their relationship.
"Please touch me."
He rewarded her with a quick flick of her clit and her whole body trembled.
"See how easy that was? See how good I can make you feel if you let me?"
He dragged his finger across her clit before stopping at her entrance.
"Can you feel that? Can you feel how wet you are for me?" He pinched the swollen little bud roughly and she cried out.
"Yes!"
"Rule number one. When I ask you a question, you will answer with either Eric or Sir, do you understand?"
"Yes."
He suddenly bit her nipple and she screamed out in pain. A second later that pain had turned into pleasure and she was aching for more.
"Let's try again, pet. Do you want me to continue?"
"Oh yes, sir. Please, sir."
"That's my good girl." And with that he slid two fingers inside of her and her whole body shook. He pulled them out before she could come, knowing that she was so close she wouldn't be able to stop herself.
"Rule number two, pet. You will never come without permission. If you do, you will be punished. Do you understand?
"Yes, sir."
He smiled at how quickly she was learning and how eager she suddenly was to please. He had known from those first minutes at Fangtasia that she was a natural submissive. She was proud and she was stubborn but underneath she was aching to submit. With the right training she would make a magnificent submissive. And how he was looking forward to training her.
"Do you see how good I can make you feel? And that's just my fingers. Would you like to know what I can do with my cock?
"Oh god, yes sir."
He gave her a wicked grin.
"Some other night maybe, if you behave." He pushed a third finger into her and started pumping in and out of her quickly.
"Does this feel good, my little slave? Or are you still opposed to our arrangement?"
"No sir, I mean yes, sir. Oh god, please don't stop." He chuckled at her incoherence, but had mercy on her and didn't stop. Not until he felt her release building did he still his fingers, grabbing her neck and pulling her face close to his.
"You're not forgetting rule number two, are you pet?"
"No, sir. Please. Please, may I come, sir?"
Satisfied with how well she was following instructions after just one brief session, he plunged back into her roughly.
"Come for me, pet. Now!" The moment the words left his mouth, his fangs found her throat and pierced her skin.
That was all she needed for her orgasm to rip through her body. He held her until she fell asleep and then quietly left her room.