AN: Hello everyone! THANK YOU SO MUCH for sticking around. I promise I haven't forgotten about this story. I was trying to think of next directions, and have been soul searching for ideas. This chapter is shorter than my usual, and more a touch-point. I am hoping to update this one more frequently, and your reviews help motivate me. I am aiming to have the next chapter up by next week :)
LEMONS to start (NSFW).
xo Lea
LAST TIME
Stroking my hair, he wraps a long leg around my hip effectively trapping me in a spider-monkey like hold. He grabs the blankets and throws them over us, and a deep sigh of contentment leaves me as I feel myself drifting towards sleep.
"Thank you" I manage to whisper as my heavy eyelids start to drift close.
"You are mine. Sleep, mitt ljus. I will be here when you wake" he drops a soft kiss on my head just before I was out cold.
Cool skin.
Strong hands.
A wet devilish tongue behind my ear.
A moan.
A large frame covering mine, pushing me against the wall.
Hands held securely above my head. Lips sucking on my ear, licking and nipping the skin of my neck. My legs, wrapped around him as he thrusts teasingly into my centre.
"Take me"
A growl.
Movement.
My back comes into contact with silk sheets, and my eyes open. I am in a large red room, laying on a large king bed with black sheets.
My hands are tied to the head board.
Hands start tracing my breasts, my clothes have vanished. He climbs on top of me and spreads my legs with his hands, leaving my centre open for him. His weight is settled back on his heels as he kneels between my dripping wet core. He licks his thumb before playing with my clit. Rubbing in slow torturous circles, he teases me with the head of his large member.
Circling, coating me and him with my juices.
"Please"
He enters me slowly, leaning his body over mine as his head comes to rest by my ear.
"Yes Sookie, Gods you are perfect" he moans. He is moving so slowly, taking my need and anticipation to new heights. I kiss him with abandon. Begging him, but unable to move. I lift my hips trying to nudge him, and rock him to where I need his friction. Finally, nearing my wits end at his slow pace I bite his shoulder as hard as I can, hoping to draw blood. He growls dangerously, hearing the predator behind his passion.
"Greedy, little one" his husky voice half admonishes me, but his thrusts start to pick up speed. I barely broke the skin on my bite, but I continue to moan wantonly and chant out my pleasure as he continues to quicken.
"Yes my Viking. Please, I'm so close" I whisper anxiously. My voice climbs higher with the increase of my passion.
"Yes Sookie, don't stop" his grip on my legs will surely leave bruises but the angle of my hips tilted back gives him perfect access to my G-spot, and I start to see stars. His thrusts are now nearing vampire speed and his fangs graze across the sensitive skin.
"Come for me" he whispers, and plunges his fangs deep into my skin, and my body explodes.
"ERRRRR-"
THUMP
"Woman, you better not leave a mess on those sheets. Stop dreaming of Master and get reading for training"
My rude awakening is thanks to no other than Thailia. I groan as I open my eyes, to find my legs twisted in sheets and my cheek firmly planted on the hardwood floor beside my bed.
THUMP
"WOMAN-"
"Yes, Thalia." I respond, in my clipped authoritative training tone. I know she was moments away from barging in my bedroom door so addressing her in the respective tone indicates to her that I am awake, and ready. I hear her grunt of acknowledgement and her footsteps retreating towards the kitchen.
Thalia and I have been living in Sweden for four months training. As promised, Eric, Pam and Godric escorted me to meet with her, and helped us settle in the penthouse apartment that we now share. There is a dojo, full gym and gun range in the building on the floors below. The first month was the hardest adjustment for me. Physically, I was healed and was happy to immerse myself in training my body to become athletic and strong again. Mentally, my brain was scattered, paranoid and afraid…okay and maybe a little lonely. Ahem – a lot lonely.
Eric and I have remained in contact since I arrived. We speak on the phone daily. Sometimes it is only texts from his throne, and sometimes I have the pleasure of hearing the sexy baritone of his voice. But it is his presence I have missed. I started dreaming about him immediately, and living with an ancient vampire, I quickly learned it was hard to hide that fact from my trainer. She was well aware that Eric had healed me, and that we were in "limbo" of starting a relationship. She happily teased me about my "human emotions" whenever she could. It was only my thirst for vengeance that helped me remain here, and not running back to my Viking's bed indefinitely.
I quickly disentangle myself from the sheets, make my bed, and rinse of the remains of my sexy dream. I have them almost every time I close my eyes but they still leave me feeling … stretched. It's a hard feeling to articulate, but I almost feel as if it is something Eric and I experience together. Sending emotions that turn into live daydreams we both participate in. I knew I was sure to get a phone call tonight, as some aspects of that daydream were sure to stir Eric's fire.
I dress in my usual training gear of tights and a long sleeve dry fit shirt, and running shoes. If Thalia had mentioned starting with fire I would have strapped on some of the weapons I had started to collect. The first being a set of beautiful iron knives that Thalia had gifted me with upon my arrival.
Eric had mentioned that Thalia was a vampires of few words, and often invoked fear by looks alone. She chose to remain in solitude because she had tired of what humans had become. I had chuckled at that, thinking that, that was a very lonely way to live an endless existence. The first month I had drove her crazy. Asking questions, invoking chit chat and every corner, and trying to befriend her. I wanted a therapist, a friend, and a trainer.
Thalia was quick to assess her place. She would make me do wall sits with my sword at arm's length for every minute I was distracted. She would make me do 20 pull ups for every question. My body quickly became toned and functional. I felt strength in it that I had never felt before.
When training, I was to address her as in a tone of respect, which took me at least a week to master. Thalia was from Rome, and was raised by soldiers after her parents had been murdered right in front of her. A tone of respect, she told me, was clear, concise, and strong. There was no waiver, no inclination to meaning, only acceptance of the order, and reverence to the one who demanded it. If you could put a submissive posture but an acknowledgement of an order in a tone, that was what Thalia demanded. I had never been pushed as much as I had with Thalia. We started physical training the first day I arrived, and maintained a daily schedule of ju jitsu, yoga, meditation, fire arms training, sword technique, and most recently … therapy.
Our first four months were focused on my body, but Thalia soon learned that certain touches in combat would entice an emotional response. She knew it was from the trauma I had endured. One day, we were working on hand-to-hand combat with no weapons, when she snuck up behind me with her hands over my mouth. I had reacted on pure instinct, envisioning when I had been kidnapped the same way. I elbowed her and threw myself at her with abandon, earning me a good toss across the room before I finally calmed down.
Thalia had been tip toeing closer to the subject of my imprisonment and torture but had never delved into it. Now she had determined it was the only step hindering me from moving forward in my progress. We would train for 5 or 6 hours as usual, and she would end it with a one-on-one therapy discussion. So as I walked into the kitchen to see Thalia dressed in her comfortable clothes (something very similar to what she would have worn when she was human), I knew that we weren't going to be training the way I had anticipated. She patted the stool next to her at the tall island in our kitchen, and sighed.
I should've known I was in trouble then. But somehow I was still surprised when she passed me a cup of tea and say "tell me how you are feeling".
This was going to be a very different training day indeed.