Sorry it's been a little bit since I wrote. I had to go see Transformers 2 with my 3 beautiful kids yesterday and I was so full of popcorn and Raisinettes when I got home, I was too bloated to write. So forgive me, I know I've spoiled you with 2 to 3 chapters a day recently! I think you'll like what I've got for you here!

Chapter 14

Not Exactly The Bat Cave, But Close!

I felt like I was in the middle of some sci-fi story, entering the secret laboratory of a mad scientist. It was incredibly dark and the only thing that kept me from losing my bearings was the feel of Eric's muscled shoulders under my hands. We wound down, down and down some more on the tightly spiraled stairs. I could feel the air get chillier and I had no field of vision at all.

I could feel when we reached the bottom, Eric paused and I heard a small click as his hand found the light switch and flooded the room with fluorescent brilliance.

I had never seen anything like it. It was the most opulent and beautiful place I had ever seen outside of a magazine or on a television show about really rich people. At the risk of coming across as a total slut, I have to admit that the first thing I noticed was the bed. It was the sheer size of it that caught my attention first, I swear 20 people could have slept in that bed without touching. The frame was wooden, the hue a deep red, with a canopy that almost reached the ceiling that I estimated was about 15 feet above my head. There must have been a thousand yards of sheer black fabric that was draped beautifully over the canopy frame. The bed was covered in a golden, heavy-looking cover and there must have been 20 pillows of all shapes and sizes. I must have looked like an awestruck hillbilly because Eric laughed and kissed the top of my head.

"Excuse me, Sookie."

He was gone before I could answer, his vampire speed making him less than a blur to me. I could hear him move something somewhere behind me and then he was back seconds later. I was too tired to care about asking what he was doing.

Eric pulled me up into his arms and cradled me as he carried me to the bed. Upon closer inspection, I realized not only was the bed wide, it was also tall enough to need a set of three steps to get onto.

He used one hand to pull the covers down and then he laid me down gently onto the softest sheets I had ever felt. I rubbed my legs up and down on the bed, relishing the tantalizing feel of the linen under me. I felt the bed indent as he made his way to my side. I was already drowsing when he clapped his hands twice, making the lights turn off. I giggled hysterically at the mental image of Eric calling a 1-800 number and ordering the Clapper. His arms found me and pulled me in close to him. Eric felt like home. I hoped that he still would when I woke up.

I don't know how long I had slept. I couldn't see anything but I could feel Eric's dead weight next to me and somehow, I knew by the feel of him, that the sun was still up. I sat up slowly, moving his arm from my waist. Vampires really did sleep like the dead during the day. I could see Eric's side of the bed now and spotted the LCD readout of his alarm clock. It was only 4:30 in the afternoon. It would be at least three more hours before he rose and I had to pee like a racehorse. How in the hell would I ever find my way back upstairs to the facilities?

I clapped my hands twice and the lights came on instantly. I looked about the huge room and noticed the spiral stairs. I also took note that there were three doors leading to other places in this subterranean palace. Please dear lord let one of them be to a bathroom.

I slid to the edge of the bed and planted my feet firmly on the top step. I was sure that I would be shaky or sore from the nights activities but I felt neither. I headed towards the doors and chose the one farthest left. I opened it slowly, scared of what might be behind it. Luck was with me, it was a bathroom. A bathroom almost as big as the first floor of my house. My mouth was agape as I took it in.

The walls were painted what I would call a royal purple and all the trim was gold. There was an honest to god purple chaise lounger in the corner and so many plants you almost felt like you were in the woods. There was a huge open cabinet that held thick black towels and wash cloths, soaps and bath oils.

It had a stand alone shower, a huge garden tub that could easily fit four people (or 2 people and one extra large Viking), what looked to be a sauna built into the corner, but no toilet. So I did what any gal would do, I peed in the shower. Judge me all you want, but at that point, I never would've made it up the stairs to the toilet, this was a urination 911. Plus it was as good a time as any to clean up so I did my business in the shower and then washed myself.

The shower itself was a work of art. The water temperature was regulated by a digital read out that you could set to your preferred temperature. There were water jets everywhere spraying at the same time so there wasn't a need to turn front to back to wash and rinse. It was an experience. I had to have a shower like this, I was spoiled now. I loved the smell of Eric's soap, the scent was earthy, and warm. The smell of him and the feel of the water combined and relaxed me. I was in no big rush to finish and get out.

My body felt so different today. My skin felt smoother, my hair silkier, even my breasts felt fuller. Just the simple act of lathering myself up was making me ache in a most scandalous way. I felt like my skin was electrified, I was incredibly turned on. It would be hours before Eric woke up to lend me a hand with my little problem so I decided to help myself out.

I found that with just a small adjustment to one of the lower jets, the force of the water made a pleasant drumming motion where it mattered most. I leaned back against the shower wall and the cool tiles gave me an erotic chill that made me think of how Eric's cold chest felt against my back. The image of him behind me, his hands on my hips and his erection being shoved mercilessly up inside me made me gasp. I had always been a gal who could fantasize (and trust me, when you lose your virginity as late in life as I had, you do a LOT of masturbating), but this visual was more like a movie in my head. I really didn't feel as if I was creating this as I went along, like I had with my fantasies about Sam or Hoyt. (Yeah, I had one or two about Hoyt, he was just so damn sweet, I couldn't help but wonder.) The scene played out like this;

We were on a terrace, overlooking the ocean and a full moon. My right leg was up on the lower part of the railing, I was holding myself up to meet his height, and the white sundress I had on was lifted up over my hips. Erics hands were pulling me back as he thrust forward. The look on my face was one of sheer pleasure and Eric looked as if he were ready to roar like a lion. He threw his head back and I saw his fangs extend. He lurched his shoulders forward and I saw as his teeth drew blood and his amazing tongue began probing the wounds, lapping up every ruby drop.

My real orgasm came at the same time as my fantasy one did. I slid down the shower wall, gasping and saying some very unladylike words. I usually kept my language clean, pretty is as pretty does and all that, but I couldn't help myself. It felt fucking incredible and that was just from thinking about humping Eric.

It took me a few minutes to regain control of my legs. Thankfully the hot water held out, there's nothing like a cold water spray to ruin the moment. I wrapped myself in one of his thick black towels and used another to dry my hair. With no hair dryer, my blonde mop would be very curly which was not my favorite style for sure. I wasn't about to put my dirty clothes back on so I decided to try and find something of his to wear. I hoped that it would smell like him.

I walked back out of the bathroom and turned to the next door. I was about to turn the knob when I noticed something leaned against the wall, haphazardly covered by one of his huge black towels. Curiosity got the better of me, as neat as the inside of his house had been, this seemed completely out of place and character, I couldn't help but look.

After removing the towel, I realized that it was something in a very expensive looking frame. It must be art, there was a painters signature on the back. I leaned in closer to get a better look at the name. Julia Via. That was the same Vampire artist that had painted his memory of his human home. He'd remarked how expensive it had been to have commissioned her to do it, why would he risk damaging another pricey painting by leaning it up against a wall?

Carefully, I turned the painting around. My jaw dropped as I realized what it was.