AN: I'm sorry this took so long to update. College and real life has been immensely busy and draining, however hopefully I'll begin to update this story quicker. And for all the reviews, and alerts I received. I thank you all, so much. Reviews are so welcome and help me if there's any questions you have/advice/or idea's for next chapters/scenes.

I saw Eric on Monday, today was Friday. Time just did not pass this entire week, I felt like I was being punished in some way, work seemed to drag, I still continued my research into the BDSM community as a whole finding out, and learning about colours which had an impact on some Dom's and sub's. Red and black were the two top colours, it didn't seem too out of the ordinary to me however to a normal mind it wouldn't occur…not in my case anyway. The last few days were treacherous, I was so on edge, so ready for this experience I would be diving into, giddy with excitement, yet a part of me was afraid, I was letting myself fall into the hands of a man I'd never met, could I do it? Could I let myself willingly be dragged into a world I knew nothing about first-hand, but much through second-hand sources?

I received his text message on Thursday night, it was simple and I appreciated this.

1001 Apple Gate Boulevard,

Santa Monica CA, 90401.

5pm sharp. I will have dinner ready,

And discuss what is left to discuss,

Before the pleasure begins.

Don't keep me waiting Sookie

Bring a bag for the weekend.

E.

I looked up at the clock, 11am. I had already showered; I was dressed in a simple black dress that hung to my curves. Make up –check, hair – check. I was eager, full of anticipation – a part of me knew what to expect, then again all those images my mind conjured up were of my own fantasies with none other than Eric himself as my Dom.

I arched my back into his touch, as he held me in his arms, I could feel his arousal pressing onto my stomach, his hand slipped between our bodies and his fingers probed me, I threw my head back moving myself in any way to create friction between his palm and my pussy but he growled into my ear…

I sighed being brought back to reality noticing my apartment was now full with our group,

Shit!

I had completely spaced on the lunch party we were having today, today was my week to set it up and I grimaced,

"hey guys oh God I'm so sorry I completely spaced out, I forgot it was my week"

"where's your head girl?" Amelia raised an eyebrow, I looked over everyone,

"I kinda m – I have a job this weekend some wedding, for some rich folks" I lied, forcing a smile on my face, I was terrible at lying.

"right…come into the kitchen with me lets decide what to order," Amelia let me have that 'I know your lying now tell me the truth' gaze as we walked silently over to the kitchen leaving the rest in their own little worlds as they spoke amongst themselves.

"spill now" Amelia said once we were alone her eyes skimming over various places to order from.

"I – uh work Ames seriously"

Idiot! You stupid stupid idiot!

"yeah yeah" she waved her hand dismissively, taking the menu from the Italian restaurant 'Bella Italia' in her hand as she stood, of course waiting for the truth.

"I just have business, I'd rather tell you after" I smiled feebly, "honestly" I sighed, "I'll be fine, I just have to do this, I'll be back Monday" I let my nervous smile showcase on my face, for a moment I think she bought it by the look in her eyes but I knew she didn't, however I could tell she was willing to let it slide just this once.

"Fine but when you're back here Stackhouse" she pointed her finger towards me, a smirk now on her lips, "you will tell me, or we will have trouble" I couldn't help but giggle as I leaned over to kiss her cheek and swung my arm in hers smilingly brightly.

"deal?" she prodded,

"deal" I winked as we walked back out into the room where our friends sat.

I looked over at the time on my phone, 4:50pm.

Fuck! I was going to be late, - hold on, 1001 Apple Gate Boulevard, YES!

Pulling up into his driveway I made my way slowly towards his door once I climbed out of my car, my weekend bag in one hand,

Quite big for one guy,

It was a large villa like residence, half of the houses wall from the front view was just glass windows stretching from one side to the next, inside I could tell was spotlessly clean, and modern with a touch of what seemed to me as perhaps a Victorian era look to it.

Just as my hand neared to press the bell I pull back and stood still wondering if what I was about to get myself into was safe.

Was Eric who he said he was?

What if he was a psychotic killer?

Gulping I breathe in needed air finding it difficult to breathe.

Maybe I'm not cut out for this, maybe I'm not one to obey…

A list of endless thoughts run through my mind, rummaging and delving deeper into the depths of it, trying to find any reason to leave, yet my body betrays me and I stand completely still – immobile in the same spot.

The door opened and there he is, standing a smirk present on those perfect lips,

"4:59pm" He grinned checking his watch as he stepped aside, "come inside Sookie I've been waiting for you, dinner is done and we have much to discuss before we begin our scene for tonight…" I walked in slowly my brain not yet adjusting to the house around me, however now wasn't the time to look around. So I followed him quietly through the hall and turned the first left into the kitchen.

"Here let me take those" his hands reach out and I pass him both my handbag and my weekend bag watching him make his way back towards the stairs dropping them to the side before rejoining me smiling.

"I thought we would first have dinner, I'd believe we'd get to know one another better and any questions you have Sookie you are free to ask me now before our scene later tonight – of course if you feel up to it," by this point he had set down our plates of food, and a glass of red wine, I took a sip letting the warm rich taste coat my mouth,

"Chianti?"

"Yes" he seemed almost taken back, "you know your wine?"

"some" I replied before having a bite of the dish before me, which I guessed was an Italian dish, white creamy sauce, drizzled over some fettuccine, with bite size chicken pieces and various small vegetables.

Damn he could cook,

"Last week…" he began setting down his fork before taking a sip of his wine, "we met of course, this isn't the way to go about it, not at all, so you may leave if you like before tonight, meetings for dom's and sub's are almost always never dealt with the way yours was, however I am not looking for various sub's now. I've had my share of subs, my business 'Northman and Co' is run by me and my best friend Godfrey.

It is my company; he has his share of thirty percent, my role as a Dom is to make sure above all you are feel safe in my hands, trust is needed Sookie, and I understand we've just met and I am not asking for a hundred percent off of you now, but I do need some, otherwise tonight will be a shamble, which again I will voice this matter that I understand if you do not feel comfortable yet with this situation" he motioned the air between us,

"and I will respect that, but trust is key in the Dom and sub world" I knew he hadn't finished yet so I stayed quite and nodded allowing him to continue, "I will make sure you are healthy, that you know what certain scenarios entitle, what punishments will be expected, the levels of punishments, safe words, equipment, your rewards for being a good sub. I'm not here to demean you or to make you feel inferior to me" he stopped and I nodded taking it all in.

"If indeed you do want more after we're together, if you enjoy the pain above the pleasure, pain bringing you more pleasure than pleasure itself I can of course refer you to other Dom's, however I do not exceed a point. I bring pleasure through pain to a point, but I bring pleasure naturally too on its own. As your Dom it will be my responsibility to make sure you're happy, fed, well looked after, healthy, and pleased. Your role as a sub will differ, however it is to please, and do as you're told…"

"I understand Eric" I whispered, noticing just how much there was to take in.

"Do you have anywhere you'd like to start off from?" he asked,

"safe words and trust" I spoke leaning casually into the chair, "I understand and I think I will be fine for today regarding the matters of trust."

"of course, this is your first time, I will make sure you are fine, and you do not feel overwhelmed, as for safe-words Sookie they are merely a few words we decide upon mutually that if you feel uncomfortable, and you cannot go through with the scene you say the words, I stop, we stop and it is done with for the day, we will discuss what happened, why you felt the need to say it and if it can be prevented. I will make sure you are not hurt I promise you this as your Dom." I felt myself blush…my Dom, I could definitely get used to that.

"That shade of pink is lovely on you" he replied casually leaning closer to the table his elbow supporting his hand, his thumb grazing over his lower lip in a gesture that seemed natural to him – I don't think I ever felt so jealous of a hand, or anything in my life before then right at this moment.

"Thank you" I smiled sweetly before I took a sip of the wine yet again, knowing our conversation had yet to end.

And we spoke, for two and a half hours, making sure we both knew what was expected from one another, and what wasn't. And the topics Eric brought up were discussed in full, any questions I had he answered them to the best of his ability. We talked about my diet and exercise regime, which he was quite happy about, I rarely had take out, my diet was properly balanced, lots of vegetables, fruits and water on a daily basis. I ran three times a week, he had spoken about me attending Pilates and Yoga which we both decided in time if needed it would be a good idea. Scenarios would start once we entered the playroom and it would finish once we left. If something happened outside of the playroom, which he said was very unlikely we would discuss it when the time comes when it would be best to move into our Dom/sub person's.

Punishments was the topic I had become very hesitant to talk about but as he delved further into it, I felt more at ease with the situation pertaining to any punishments that could come, and about him all together. If I didn't do as I was told whether it was not following an order to the best of my ability, not listening to him at all, or down right refusing when in that stage he was free to punish me, he explained the punishment to be three separate levels; what he thought made most sense. Level one was erotic punishment I'd enjoy. Level two was discipline punishment that I'd have up to five to ten spanks on the ass or he'd use a whip, a flogger, or a crop. Level three moved to strict discipline, where it would be ten to twenty spanks. However at the moment we had both agreed that the equipment would come in once I was ready.

My rewards were quite simple, straight forward and probably the shortest topic we talked about, I did as I was told to and I could release when he gave me permission. I knew from now, as I sat there listening I could feel my insides burning, my centre throbbing. He was going to be fantastic. We had gone over safe words in great detail, if I at any time couldn't continue a scene my safe word was 'London'. He also explained to me that I could use three other words if I had the right to talk, 'Green' If I was enjoying myself and wanted more out of it. 'Yellow' if I was finding it a tad bit too uncomfortable and it needed to be slowed down. And 'Red' if I wanted the certain act to be ceased immediately.

We sat in silence, as we both sipped the remaining few mouthfuls of our wine glasses. I looked up to catch his lips part, he was about to ask something but I saw last minute he stopped, and whatever it was he was about to say had been changed the last second, in a haste attempt.

"Why is it that you want to be a sub Sookie?"he had almost caught me off-guard but my own words had caught me more off-guard…

"I was never satisfied, never fully satisfied with my ex's, the sex was mediocre, and most of the time I felt myself having to have to give myself the pleasure I was denied. My ex Bill mostly let me take control, he was lazy, and I'd do most of the work…I mean sure it helped me, but not all the time; I knew something somewhere along the line was missing, and that something had to be there, because every attempt at us fucking left me feeling much more unsatisfied coming out then going into it. The day I found out about BDSM, I was so intrigued. I joined chats, I read forums, posts, I bought the books, I spoke to many people, and then Monday I decided to go through with it, meet somebody see how it would be, to sub for a Dom, and then you were there…"

"I was there?" he asked a slight pull of his lips indicating to me he wanted to smile,

"in your office, I'd have never thought I would have laid my eyes upon you not after that night"

"oh yes" he leaned back and I caught him shift slightly, slightly hard.

Well well well…how excited are we…

He saw me, and my gaze lifted immediately, cheeks hot and red.

"Well, I think we should make our way up if you feel up to it of course? I can show you the playroom, you can get a feel around, see, and ask before we continue."

"Yes, lets" I smiled and took the hand he offered me, pulling me up to my feet his hand slightly tightened around mine for a few seconds before he led me into the hallway, up the stairs and down the long wide hall, hands still holding one another until we made our way up another staircase which turned on itself until we reached the top floor, the hallway was slightly more narrow. He stopped outside the room which I assumed was the playroom,

"your bedroom" he smiled setting my bag in front of it. I nodded, and he continued his way down the first room on the left was his bedroom as he explained, and the room at the end on the right side which my bedroom was located on was the playroom, this I knew.

"Ready to see inside Sookie?"

"Yes Eric," he simply pushed the door in and there it was, a black and red room, decorated in what looked like the finest silk, velvet, and leather. There was a cross, she knew the name, "St Andrew's Cross" she nodded taking a step into the room her eyes searching more, looking around, and wanting to take in every little detail she could.

"Yes Sookie" his voice sounded so calming, could he feel how slightly anxious she was? Could he see it all over her face?

"There is my table, with all my toys; in time I hope you will trust me enough…" I felt him immediately behind me, I hadn't needed to look back but his breath was the only signal I needed, "for me to give you such immense pleasure."

Fuck me, I'm going to need so much willpower.

"I-I-" he merely chuckled at me, winking before I turned my attention back to the room, I am rarely shy, I rarely lose myself for words, but Eric Northman – damn him for having this effect on me no other man or woman could.

"The bed is not for rest, it is for play if I decide to have you there it will take place there." I turned, watching him not wanting to waste another moment,

"I'm ready" I smile briefly, to my amazement he shakes his head,

"not yet, not tonight, I can see by the look in your eyes," I sighed, I failed. "Tomorrow we will begin, this weekend will be a trial, I do not wish to force you into anything, I do not wish to make you feel uncomfortable, or for you to feel like you have to be at a certain level."

I nodded, although a part of me wished we could go further, but I had to understand I suppose, and patience was definitely a virtue. I smile the softest, warmest smile I could muster up, and I am pretty sure my eyes are sparkling, "tonight I will teach you a valuable lesson, have you touched yourself before Sookie? Not to finish what your ex's couldn't but just for you, a night alone, a night you needed release?" he asked to my amazement, I can see the look in his eyes, the look of lust and want.

"I have,"

"and have you let yourself succumb to your orgasm when it pleased you?"

"Yes."

"As soon as possible?" I gulped, "yes."

"Then tonight it will be a change of pace." His eyes roamed slowly over my body, starting from my feet until his gaze met my own, lingering there for the briefest few moments, causing me to feel even more uncertain, although excited.

"The scene begins, little one. You are not to speak unless spoken to," nodding to his words, I saw him smirk in response, before closing the door and clearing his throat. "You will refer to me as Master or Sir, any slip ups for tonight will be tolerated in moderate doses as it is a new experience for you. So you will do as I say, and you will speak only if I have given you the right to, is that understood?" I went to answer, parting my lips before I stopped myself just in time, and to my amazement he gave me a warm smile, not his usual cocky like one, but a genuine smile. "You may speak, pet." He continued, "yes sir," I replied, exhaling heavily before he motioned towards the bed.