It was obvious by her stunned, fearful expression that the threat of other vampires hadn't occurred to her until now. The sight of it made him uncomfortable, which was not a feeling he was accustomed to.
"I will protect you. But you have to let me."
"How?"
"I have my ways." He was quite certain she wouldn't like most of them, so he was about to change the topic when she did it for him.
"I want you to know something... About what happened yesterday." Her blush covered her entire face while she searched for the words she obviously struggled to say.
"Just because it happened..."
"And you liked it," he interrupted, earning another pointed look from her.
"Just because it happened – regardless of how I feel about it – it doesn't mean that I'm ok with this. With you holding me prisoner."
He ignored the last part and focused on what he wanted her to talk about. "How do you feel about it?"
"That doesn't matter."
"It matters to me."
When she didn't say anything, he continued.
"If you didn't like it," oh she liked it, he hadn't been more sure of anything in his life, "then I won't ever do anything like that again. Is that what you want?"
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "No"
"So you want...more?" He knew the answer, had known it since the first time he'd touched her. Still, he wanted to hear her say it out loud, not so much for his own sake, but for hers. This was obviously something she was conflicted about and that had to stop. He wouldn't tolerate her second-guessing herself over something as natural and beautiful as her need to submit.
"Yes," she whispered, staring down at her plate.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Good girls don't want things like that."
He smiled at her choice of words. "Oh, I beg to differ. But you'll have to be a very good girl to deserve it. Are you a very good girl, Sookie?"
"I want to be."
"How badly do you want it?
"Very badly, sir." Oh yes, she was definitely a natural submissive, whether she acknowledged it or not. He was so going to enjoy proving it to her.
He turned her chair away from the table so she was facing him.
"Open your legs for me, Sookie."
She complied slowly, while her head stayed down, eyes fixed on the floor.
He pushed her skirt up and slid both hands slowly up her thighs.
"Rule number three. When you are wearing a skirt or a dress, you are not allowed anything underneath."
He refrained from requiring skirts and dresses only solely based on seeing her in shorts the day before. As much as he preferred instant access to her pussy, the way the shorts encased her delectable ass did things to him that he wasn't about to deny himself.
"If I see as much as a sliver of fabric covering your pussy you will be punished. Do you understand?"
She nodded, eyes still downcast, while an enticing blush enveloped her face and chest. Without warning, he ripped the delicate fabric of her panties. The scent of her arousal enveloped him.
He took hold of her chin and made her look at him. "Does the idea of being punished turn you on, little slave?"
He cupped her bare sex with his other hand and she let out a gasp. She stared into his eyes and defiantly shook her head. "No."
"Are you telling me that if I pull you over my lap right now and spank you until your beautiful ass turns a perfect shade of pink, it won't turn you on?"
She didn't answer, but the way her breathing picked up spoke volumes.
Two strong arms reached out for her and within a second she was laid out across his lap.
If he had been human he would have given her a safeword by now, to make sure that he didn't cross over from pleasurable pain to an unbearable one. He had no need for such pedestrian human constructs however, since her body told him everything he needed to know. He could tell a heart racing with excitement apart from one galloping with panic. He could hear the difference between the fevered panting signalling her impending climax and the desperate gasping brought on by fear. And the scent of that fear, as delicious as it was, was no match for the intoxicating scent of her lust.
He would watch all these cues closely. He wanted her obedient and responsive, not damaged. He wanted her to accept his control, not to hate or fear him. He would push her, but not beyond what she could take. Her training would be more about pleasure than pain, but like any submissive worth her salt she would need both in order to be truly satisfied. And he was more than happy to administer both.
He pulled her skirt up to her waist and put his hands on the soft skin underneath.
"Let's test my theory, shall we?"
With that the first smack landed on her round pert ass. She gasped and sank deeper into his lap. The second blow followed quickly.
She squirmed underneath him and he placed his other hand on her lower back to keep her still as well as to reassure her.
"Shh, Sookie. It won't feel as good if you tense up."
His hand came down again, a little harder this time. His other hand snaked under her body, ghosting over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. As he hit her again his fingers finally touched her aching pussy and a long moan escaped her lips.
"You like that, do you?" He couldn't help but smile at how responsive she was. He continued spanking her while he rubbed her swollen clit, enjoying the sight of her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink under his hand. His finger slid lightly along her slit, spreading the moisture.
"Can you take five more for me, Sookie?" She lifted her head and nodded.
"Good girl."
He decided to reward her willingness by pushing a finger into her and bent down to whisper into her ear.
"You are soaking wet, Sookie." She moaned loudly as a response. His finger sped up, pumping quickly in and out of her, and though he was hitting her lighter now he hadn't stopped spanking her. He wanted to make sure that she came hard as she was spanked, entwining pleasure and pain.
Her breathing sped up and he knew that she was close. She was so lost in sensation that he was sure she would forget to ask for permission to come. He didn't want to start their next session with a punishment, so he decided to help her along. It was a rare act of leniency than none of his previous submissives had ever experienced.
"Do you want to come, little slave?"
"Oh yes, sir. Please!"
He gave her one last hard smack. "Please what?"
"Please may I come, sir?"
The word yes was barely out of his mouth before a powerful orgasm shook her body.