Wooo! An update! I feel so accomplished. Thanks time a million for all the wonderful reviews. I can't get enough of them. Enjoy chapter 15!
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The next day I woke up deliciously sore. Stretching my legs, I made note of the time- 1:00 in the afternoon. I really had taken to sleeping in late ever since vampires had been introduced in my life. And now that Eric and I had taken our relationship to the next level so to speak, well… going to bed early wasn't really an option. He kept me up late last night, playing my body like an instrument, not that I minded, of course.
I lay in bed for another half hour, replaying the night before over and over in my mind. Even though last night was one of the most incredible experiences of my life, I could not get the image of Victor walking into Fangtasia out of my head. I was still scared shitless and completely convinced that he would try and kidnap me or something. And to have to leave Eric now would destroy me. He was my rock. The only one who cared for me. I couldn't imagine life without him.
I wasn't in love with him by any standards. I don't even know if I remember what love is to be honest. I don't think Eric does either. I guess that's why we fit well together. Love just wasn't an option. But I still cared for him deeply, like he did me, and that's all I needed.
Crawling lazily out of bed, I grabbed a pair of my favorite boyshorts and a tank top, put my hair up in a messy bun, and decided I would do some cleaning. Eric had a maid (that I'd never seen) that takes care of his house and such, but apparently she was on vacation with her family. Since the usually spotless house was now not very spotless, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
For the next few hours I cleaned and danced around the house, jamming out to Eric's ipod. He had thousands of songs to choose from but I stuck with "Pam's Playlist." There were some songs I was familiar with and some I had never heard. But then again, I was cut off from society for a few years of my life, so no wonder I was a little musically challenged.
I was wiping down the counter and humming along to some old Britney Spears song when I felt two firm arms wrap around my waist. I jumped at the unexpected contact and Eric chuckled in my ear.
"If I had known you were so willing to clean, Lover, and in this attire, I would have fired my maid months ago." He murmured, lightly trailing kisses up and down my neck and settling his hands on the bare skin between my boyshorts and tank top.
"Hmm, I'm only doing this because the house was getting a little dirty."
"Dirty?" He responded teasingly. I could practically see the trademark smirk on his face.
"Perv." I said, laughing, turning around in his arms.
Immediately he captured my lips in a long, slow kiss.
"You slept well?" He murmured in between kisses.
"Yes." I replied breathlessly.
"No nightmares?"
"No."
"Good."
He gripped my hips and lifted me up to sit on the counter I had just wiped clean. I wound my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, locking my legs around his waist. His kisses were likes little paths of fire down my neck, collarbone, and the exposed skin of my chest.
I was getting very aroused when suddenly his phone rang inside his pocket. He growled the growl which never failed to turn me on and shoved his hand into his pocket, retrieving his phone. He looked at the screen for a split second, and answered it angrily.
"Yes?" He said shortly.
I could make out the muffled sound of Pam's voice on the other end of the line.
"Now?" He asked in annoyance.
I slid off the counter and tried to squeeze past him when he caught me around the waist with one arm. I glared over my shoulder at him and he raised an eyebrow as if to say "where do you think you're going?"
"I see." He said into the phone, pinning my back against the counter, bracing one hand against it, literally trapping me.
"I will be there shortly." He sucked quietly on my earlobe and I couldn't help but give a low moan.
"Yes, that is her. I will see you in ten." He ended his call and tossed his phone across the counter. He then put both his hands on either side of me and continued where he left off.
"Was that Pam?" I managed to get out.
"Yes." He nipped at my neck.
"Are we supposed to be at the bar?" I shivered.
"Yes." He slid his hand under my top.
"In ten minutes?"
"Sookie, shut up and let me make you come."
That effectively shut me up and soon I was about as stable as a pile of goo within a few short minutes. I was on the brink of release when Eric's phone rang again.
"Ignore it." He snarled as his fingers made some delicious movements inside me.
I was almost ready to topple over the edge when his damn phone rang again.
"Fuck." He exclaimed and grabbed the offending piece of technology.
He brought it to his ear and I almost cried from the loss of contact.
"It's been eight minutes, Pam. Shut the fuck up."
I could hear Pam cackling on the other end of the line.
"Yes. Fine. I will be there. I hope the vermin vomit on your new shoes." He ended the call before Pam could get in another one liner.
"Do we have to go?" I asked, coming down from my almost-orgasm.
"Unfortunately, yes. I have a massive amount of paperwork to sort through and only a few short hours to do it in. We will continue this later. I promise."
He winked at me before releasing me from the little trap he had made.
"Oh you better make this up to me." I called after him as he walked away.
"Later, lover. Patience is a virtue."
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It was later. And I couldn't wait any longer. After that little stunt in the kitchen I only had one thing on my mind. I was horny as hell and Eric was doing nothing to alleviate any of my sexual frustration, that bastard.
Said bastard was sitting at his desk, buried in paperwork. He knew how desperate I was. He knew exactly what I needed. But he just couldn't cut me a break. I lay on his couch, reading the same line of my book over and over again, yet if you asked me to repeat it verbatim; I wouldn't be able to, even though I must have read it over a hundred times.
It had been three hours. Three whole hours. He was being such a bastard.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and threw my book down.
"It's later." I snapped.
He didn't even look up when he replied. "And it will be later in a minute."
"Ugh." I groaned and flopped down on the couch.
"You're being an asshole."
He had no reaction but I swear I saw a small smirk play on the corner of his lips. And that just made me even madder.
"You can't just leave me like this," I continued. "That's just cruel."
"Do I need to have Pam escort you from my office?" His voice was serious, but his eyes danced with mirth. I wanted to slap that stupid condescending look he was giving me right off his handsome face.
"Maybe I would. I'm sure I could find someone else to help me with my current… situation." I tried to get a rise out of him. Hoping jealousy would hit home.
This made him give me a glare that would have made any normal person running in the other direction, but I stood my ground.
"I mean, I'm sure I could find someone willing…"
"Oh please, lover, we both know that no one can give you the satisfaction I can." He said casually, while scribbling something down on his paper.
I slouched back down onto the couch. Well that one was a bust. My mind raced to think of a new plan that would get me what I wanted.
After a few moments of silence I had a light bulb moment. I shifted on the couch so I was lying flat on my back, staring up the ceiling. I hiked up my little purple dress an inch and saw the corner of Eric's eye twitch. Perfect.
"You're right," I said, sighing, trailing a finger along my exposed thigh. "I wouldn't be able to find anyone else like you." I gave a long sigh and made sure my breasts rose up.
Eric was trying very hard to concentrate on his work, I could tell. My plan was working so far.
"I guess sometimes a girl has to take matters into her own hands." I brushed my fingers along my inner thigh and gave a soft gasp.
Eric was writing so furiously I thought he might break the pen-or the desk for that matter.
"Hmm…" I let my hand slide across the soft material of my thong and gently pushed it aside. I noticed a very painful bulge beginning to stir within Eric's jeans and I smiled to myself.
I tentatively began to touch myself, not really sure what I was doing, but Eric didn't need to know that. I continued to make little low moans even though I wasn't receiving half the amount of pleasure I would normally get when Eric did it.
"Hmm…oh Eric. This is so much better than what you do to me. Why haven't I thought of this sooner?"
Before the words were even out of my mouth Eric was on top of me with both my hands clasped in one of his large ones.
"I told you that patience is a virtue," He said, ripping my thong away. "Now you must suffer the consequences."
I groaned when his fingers slipped inside of my burning center. He thrust them in and out in deep and long strokes. I struggled against his hold of my wrists, desperate to touch him, but he held them firm.
"Oh God, please Eric." I could barely manage a coherent sentence.
"Please what?" He asked, changing his pace to a maddening rhythm.
"You know what!" I cried.
"I do?"
"Yes!"
"Then refresh my memory."
"Please…" I whimpered.
"Interesting, didn't you just claim to enjoy pleasuring yourself more than when I pleasure you? So why are you begging…?" His voice trailed off and he began to rub my clit much too softly.
"This isn't fair!"
"Admit I'm better."
"No!" My stubbornness and pride beat my desperation.
"Well then I suppose you have no need for me anymore." He released my wrists and made to get off the couch.
"No! Wait!" I struggled to find the words and he just smirked at me.
"I'm waiting, lover, patiently."
"You're better." I murmured dejectedly.
"Excuse me? I missed that."
The bastard heard me with his damn vampire hearing. But he'd never let me off that easily.
"You're better." I said, louder this time.
"That's what I thought." He said.
Ten seconds later my veins were on fire as pleasure coursed through my entire body. Eric brushed a stray piece of hair out of my face before leaning in to kiss my head.
"Have you learned your lesson now, lover?" He asked, trademark smirk in place.
"Yes," I replied, my chest heaving. "Do not make a vampire jealous of my own hand."
Eric roared with laughter and tapped my nose playfully.
"I did get what I wanted." I said proudly.
"This is true," Eric thought for a moment. "It seems you are a master of manipulation, little one."
"Only when it comes to things I want."
"You would make a fine vampire." He said thoughtfully.
I shook my head vehemently.
"Never." I said.
"Such a shame." He trailed a finger down my cheek and removed himself from the couch and sat back in his leather chair.
I fixed my dress until it looked somewhat respectable and tried to finger comb my tangled locks.
"I will be done shortly, lover. Then we will return home and find ways to entertain ourselves." He waggled his eyebrows at me and I couldn't help but laugh.
A few minutes later I was back to reading and Eric was back to his paperwork, as if nothing happened. I could actually concentrate on my book now, and it really was turning out to be quite good. The Great Gatsby was one of Eric's favorites, and he let me borrow it. I was about halfway through the book when there was a knock on the office door.
I didn't even bother looking up, it was obviously Pam. And I was so engrossed in my book I hardly even noticed.
"Enter." Eric said and the door swung open.
"Master," Pam said respectably.
That got my attention. Pam rarely called Eric "Master." And to be honest I don't think Eric was too found of the title either. Eric looked up expectantly, a little confused as to why his child was addressing him as such.
"Victor Madden is here to see you."
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Return of the evil cliffy! Mwuahahhahahah! You don't think I'd drop the Victor storyline that easily did you? I can't wait to read your reactions!
PS: I can't remember for the life of me what Victor looks like. I don't own all the SVM books so if one of you awesome readers is not too pissed at me for the cliffy, please help me out!