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I want to thank everyone for reading, reviewing , and waiting for an update. I thik I replied to all of my messages and reviews. I hope I didn't slight anyone and everyone was satisfied with my response. I truly do read each review and PM, so keep sending them!

If this story gets too intense for anyone I'd like to suggest my fic, Night Cry. Its AH, set over 1000 years ago and our Viking is an actual Viking in it. He is also a sweetie pie in that story.

I don't kid myself that I may lose readers with this story (and I might gain some since there is now a rash of BDSM themed stories popping up). I would just hate for someone to quit all my stories because of this. I write a bit of everything. If one fic doesn't fit you, one of my other ones might. I plan on one day adding more fics, finally finishing Dead But Alive and possibly playing with Eric's Gift (now a one-shot).

I did tweak this chapter quite a bit. Eric isn't evil in this story at all. and I hope we find the parts where he is sweet and don't gloss over them, even if they have to be looked for. I've had a few complaints about our vampire and would like to point out that sometimes he's not being mean or intentional - he just doesn't think or gets in a hurry or is expecting something from Dina that just isn't happening.

WARNING: Graphic sex. Adult Content...Note: Most of these characters are not mine.

I went to the bathroom and hopped in the shower after pulling my hair into a pony. I wasn't going to wash my hair, just my body. Most of it was just the feel of the scorching water on my skin.

I touched my collar and thought about Eric's words and everything we spoke about. I already called this 'my collar'. I owned it and Eric owned me because of it. I decided to not think about the symbolgy and meanings of that statement this late at night. Maybe one day I'd be used to it. Maybe he'd give me a blue or green one and I'd like wearing it.

I came out of the bathroom in only a towel and Eric was lounging on the bed under the covers. I walked and crawled over him to snuggle under the blankets.

He immediately rolled to hold me. our limbs were so entangled I didn't know where mine began and his ended. I began to feel a soft hum and a wave of contentment as he smothered his body against mine.

Our lips met. Once. Twice. Three times. Quick and desperate, feeling better with each touch.

Our fingers roamed one another's skin and I stroked his legs with my foot. He ran his tongue along my jaw, over my collar and down my chest. his erection was throbbing against me and I shifted to grant him access to me.

His fingers searched out my heat and smeared my juices over my lips. I moaned into his hair while his fingers stroked me and his tongue teased my breasts. I felt his head prodding my center and bucked my hips. I need him inside of me.

He pushed into me and found a steady pace. Our fingers never stopped scratching, exploring, caressing...

Our hands didn't cease grabbing, holding, and rubbing...

Our lips were kept busy licking, kissing, emitting moans and sighs...

Our toes curled with pleasure...

I felt him inside of me...his cock, his fangs, his blood...him.

I think I was inside him too. My blood, my emotions, my love.

I came first, as always. He followed after.

But he didn't pull out of me. His body stayed atop mine, holding me tightly. He stayed inside of me and slowly rocked his hips. I don't know if he even realized he was moving. His pace was so carefree and languid. It s like he wanted to be a part of me and heal all of the problems we had by loving my body.

There was a very clear need in him. This wasn't my normally horny Vampire who fucked me hard in a frenzy. The only thing similar was the night I was attacked and the night before he asked me to change my whole life to be with him. But it was still different...

It was a new part of Eric I'd never seen.

It was his words about needing me and his obvious issues with emotions becoming very real.

I massaged his shoulders and scalp as I thought about this. I imagined all he had seen and the brutality of his world. I couldn't fathom his loneliness, even with Pam. I even thought about how much his emotional self had been tested and in such a short time...the great reveal, joining once more with Pam, the politics, reaching 1000 years of age, Sookie...me...

He leaned up and reached behind us, between the matress and wall. He brought back with him a small knife. I was very surprised, but unafraid.

He slashed his neck and I gasped.

"Drink."

I latched on when his wound came to my lips.

After a few heavenly moments, he pulled his neck back from me, the wound already closing. His mouth crushed against mine, his tongue tasting the last few drops of his blood in my mouth. I gently bit his tongue and licked his fangs. He bucked hard and came inside of me.

He rolled off me and snuggled me against his chest. His finger idly stroked my back until I fell asleep.

I woke up to Eric laying next to me texting. He looked amazing with his sex-tossed hair. I enjoyed looking at the top of his chest that wasn't covered by the blanket.

"I'm not sure if I have to check on something at the bar or not tommorrow." He said unexpectedly. I didn't even know he knew I was awake.

I remembered our bond - of course he knew I was up.

"Okay, am I staying here?"

"Yes, but I'll take you food shopping tomorrow regardless."

I smiled. YES. I got what I wanted.

He chuckled.

"I hope you stay this easy to please, Lover."

I smiled and leaned over to kiss him.

"Go back to sleep. I'm giving you a busy day tomorrow."

I went back to sleep with a smile.

I woke up and went to take care of my human needs. I found another outfit hanging and grimaced. I slipped it on all the same. I was with the biggest perv on the planet.

It was a one piece outfit/dress. I was displeased that it was red, but wasn't surprised. I don't know if I'd call it a V-neck or just say that the top consisted of two long strips that went over my breasts and left my middle bare. The top went around my neck and it had an open back. It showed - no joke - some butt cleavage. But the bottom was the worst...Two more strips covered my bottom and between my legs, leaving my sides bare.

I examined myself in the mirror and tried an experiment. I pulled up the back and my butt was bare. I reached down and grabbed the front of the 'skirt' and sure enough, my mons was exposed. I pulled the sides of my top and my breasts popped right out.

Eric had given himself easy access.

Was it wrong that thinking about how horny he was going to be, was turning me on?

Honestly, this part I could deal with. If he wanted to tie me down, spank me, get rough, and make me orgasm until I couldn't move, I certainly wasn't going to complain.

It was all the other acts of submission that got me.

Eric left a long list for me. I got cozy and began to glance over it. The first thing he asked was for me to write the approximate time I woke up, what I ate, and when I did so. He was so anal. I hoped this doctor and him weren't thinking about putting me on a regular schedule or something. I knew he was going to ask me about my previous doctors and if I ever followed their orders correctly. I wouldn't be able to lie. I didn't think he would let me get away with that when it came to Dr. Ludwig.

I estimated that I'd been awake for maybe 15 minutes. I wrote it down and went to get breakfast. I killed off the last two eggs, had a piece of toast on the side, and drank my precious coffee. I went back and started reading the notebook. He wanted me to write about the last time I asked someone for help and in turn, wrote me about the importance of communciation. What really amazed me was how he quoted my psychology courses and the things I'd said that I didn't think he paid all that much attention to. I knew Eric was around in Freud's day and the lovely time where we had no ethical guidelines for experiments, but never knew he cared a whit about my choice of study. I also knew this meant he'd scrolled around my facebook page and read my posts. I wasn't that bothered by this and didn't even get in a snit about him using my own words to prove a point.

I thought about this carefully. I asked my aunt and uncle to loan me money when a check bounced. I asked a professor to help me with a project.

But I had the money to give right back and it was just some quick cash for dinner.

I already knew what I wanted to do for my class. I was being self-serving by wanting to talk about my project (I was so proud) and by making sure to show my commitment to the professor I would ask for a recommendation from. Any uncertainty on my part was minimal. She agreed with my ideas.

I really couldn't remember the last time I asked for 'help' becuase I truly needed and would admit that aloud. I wrote all this out for Eric.

He had taken away most of my choices. He was now going to make me ask for help, make me work with him, make me less independent, and make me not take on more than I should. It was hard to logically be mad at him for this.

He then told me where to find a laptop and gave me the password. He left me a series of links and videos on BDSM. He wanted me to do some studying. He left comments with some of the pictures. One file was labeled 'part two' and when I tried to click it I needed a different password than the one I had. This made me curious and nervous.

He was trying hard to show me his point of view. He even found an article on submission and feminism. He was trying to be so persausive.

I couldn't lie and say the videos and pictures didn't make me nervous. I knew from some of the comments these were things he wanted to do with me.

I also understood why he was being so hard on me. He wanted to train me and get me used to submitting to him. He said he didn't buy totally into the one school of thought of always putting your sub/slave in their place. He tore apart and analyzed a blog about a Master who had his girl always be on the floor, always use her mouth in place of her hands whenever possible, and made sure to remind her she was owned. He also spanked her at least once a week until her bottom was bright red (yes, there were pictures), just to reinforce their relationship. Eric didn't see this as necessary.

What shocked me was the slaves/subs themselves writing about how they felt. They liked their cages; it made them feel safe. They took pride in their collars. They saw love in pictures that I saw degradation in. Some just liked the kinky sex. Some liked doing these things 24/7 - like me.

It was a lot to absorb.

I wasn't expected to finish it one day or to not go back and re-read later.

I looked over and saw it was close to the time Eric would wake up. I went to eat lunch quickly and write it down in my journal. Today, Eric didn't come out of the room. He called me to him. I got up and adjusted my outfit. I had butterflies in my belly. I remembered to keep my legs open.

"How are you, Lover?" He asked me.

"Fine," I replied.

"You looked ravishing."

And he looked like he was starving and staring at a buffet.

"I'd like to take you now. Present yourself to me," he commanded without rising from the bed.

I hesitated. This was bold. This was unsettling. This was making me hot.

But I didn't know what to do.

"Eric...I don't know how." I knew these were the word he wanted to hear. I was communicating with him.

"Turn around." I did as he said. "Drop to your knees...lean forward on your forearms and keep your ass in the air...Can you reach behind you and lift your skirt?"

I tried and managed to toss it up enough to expose myself to him.

"Good...Your head should be on the floor. Pull your hands together. You can put your forehead to the floor or turn and lay on your cheek; I have no preference."

I was almost shaking. This was a great act of submission. This was a huge act of domination on his part. I wanted him and in this moment, wearing my collar and an outfit that left my pussy and ass exposed, I felt like he was my Master. I belonged to him and he was going to 'take me'. He was demanding what was his.

"I'll come to you when I'm ready."

Oh god. He was going to make me wait. To stay in this position where I was offering myself to him; where he could see the most private parts of my body. I was dripping wet anticipating him and struggling with the meaning behind our actions right now.

It felt like forever, but it was only a few minutes before he was kneeling behind me. His cock nudged my center and he purred in satisfaction to feel me so ready for him. He thrust into me in one swoop and I reared up. Such sweet pain. Such intense pleasure.

He pushed me back down. "Stay!" He ordered me, his voice hoarse.

He began to thrust hard into me. I felt the rug rubbing against my skin. I came quickly, within two minutes. His pace never slowed and neither did the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. His hand wrapped under me and found my breasts. He pulled my top to the side and pinched my nipples roughly as I came for the second time.

He came inside of me and grabbed my hair. He pulled me up against his body, panting. His cock slid out of me, only to be replaced by his fingers.

His hand appeared in front of my face, his fingers covered our combined fluids. He pushed them into my mouth and I began to suck them clean. He growled in satisfaction.

I finished and he pulled his fingers from my mouth and stood up. He offered his hand and pulled me up. He led me into the living room and we sat on the couch.

He stroked the hair out of my face.

"Did you have a good day?"

"Yes. And my night has been wonderful so far." I smiled at him.

"Glutton. I like that." He smirked and turned to grab my note book.

He scanned through it and nodded approvingly.

"I know the store is open 24/7, but some areas of it close. I want to get you there before the deli and bakery are unattended. We'll discuss this later. Did you look at the laptop?"

"Yes...interesting." I said mildly.

"We can discuss those too, at length...for now I want to work with you more on pleasing me and thanking me for taking you out tonight."

He had a very pleased and lustful look on his face. Here we go again...I'd enjoy most of this.

"Come here...on your knees...now wait a minute."

He put me in the same position and place as the other night.

He moved at vampire speed to the other room and I waited anxiously.

He came back holding something bondage-looking in his hands. I tensed.

He sat in front of me and placed the items down next to him.

"These are cuffs for your ankles and wrists." He held one up.

"And this is a collar with a long leather strap that goes down your back. I'll connect your cuffs to the rings on it." He held it up and gestured to chains also on the couch.

I didn't have a chance to think before he started getting me ready. He was excited.

"Give me your hands."

He carefully placed cuffs on both wrists. They were black and blue leather with a soft lining. They weren't so bad.

He stood and walked behind me.

"Give me your ankle."

I moved around to accommodate him and his minstrations. He cuffed each ankle.

"Hold your head up. This can fit over your regular collar."

He put the very thick leather on me. I felt the strap on my back once he fastened it. He reached around me for the chains.

"Hands behind your back."

I think he was in a rush. To get me to the store or have me pleasure him? I wondered.

"Feel this? I could attach your elbows if I wanted or your hands and I could pick how high I wanted them. Right now I want you comfortable."

I relaxed my hands and he chained them in that position.

"I'm going to attach each ankle to your back and then together. I won't strain them."

He proceeded to take away my mobility. I felt so uncomfortable but I trusted him. I was so disempowered right now, but I knew I had nothing to fear.

Once he was done he sat in front of me. He was naked and his erection was ready for me.

"I want you to suck me. I notice you don't take a lot of me into your mouth. This is fine since the most senstive part is on top." He touched the head of his cock. "But I want to teach you to take in more. I don't expect you to deepthroat. No woman - no human woman - has ever been able to do so."

I was relieved. I think his cock would touch my intestines were I to swallow it whole.

"I'll let you start."

I took a breath and leaned in. I began by kissing softly - like he taught me. Then I licked his tasty precum. I began to suck him in my mouth, bit by bit and I bobbed my head gently. I sucked his head hard for a few moments. His hands fisted in my hair and I jerked away.

I felt suffocated being restrained, his dick in my mouth, and his hands holding my head.

"Shh...Get used to me holding your head. I won't push it down yet."

Yet? did he just say yet?

I started to suck him and take him deeper in my mouth. I felt him touch my throat and released some of him, before going back down. I didn't go past where his head touched the back of my teeth. I kept bobbing and sucking him.

"Stop." He tugged on my hair.

I looked up at him.

"I need more than that...This time I will push into your mouth. I won't move your head."

I was nervous, but began again.

He moaned for me as I sucked him. After a minute or two, He started to thrust into my mouth. It wasn't horrible. The first time he hit the back of my throat I went to pull away and he held my head still. He didn't go farther than this and I began to feel like I could handle it.

He thrusted a little deeper and I almost gagged. He kept going and wouldn't let me pull away. I made noises of protest and he finally let me go.

"That was better...It s not uncommon for some gagging or tears. Don't be alarmed."

I knew this from all the porn I'd watched over a lifetime and from today. Especially today.

I still hated his calmness and his words. I wondered if he'd put something the size of his penis in his mouth. Doubtful.

"Lets try a bit more. I still won't move your head."

He gestured at his cock impatiently when I hesitated. I leaned in and took about two or three inches right off the bat. He still pushed. This time I did start to gag a bit. He eased up, but kept his member in my mouth. He thrusted and tears welled in my eyes. All normal, right?

I was turned on by pleasing him, but this was hard and I felt so ...Scared? Uncomfortable? Nervous? Anxious?

I didn't know - just not good becuase I couldn't move.

"Okay...Lets pause," He released my head and let me lift my mouth off of him.

He wiped my eyes for me.

"You alright?" He asked.

"Yea." I nodded.

"Good. I want you to take me in your mouth, as far as before and hold me for a few seconds. Holding me will help your gag reflex. Remember to breathe through your nose."

I nodded and sniffled. This time I started right away, hoping to do better and to finish.

He touched the back of my throat and I held for one second. I wanted to pull away, but he kept me still. I gagged.

He let me up for air and we tried again. And again.

I never got past 2 seconds.

"This isn't right. I know from experience how good you are at this. Let's slow down a bit here. Try to relax, okay? Breathe deep a few times. He put both hands on my shoulders and squeezed a couple of times, staring into my eyes. His own were full of affection. He cupped my face in his palm and I leaned into it. I took a couple of calming breaths. Better?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes. Thank you Eric."

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, his hands back on my shoulders. Now, I want you to breathe through your nose. Start now."

He put his hand over my mouth. I inhaled and exhaled through my nose, over and over again.

"Now I want you to inhale with your mouth and exhale with your nose. Go ahead." He moved his hand. I complied.

"Good, Very good. Now when you inhale I'm going to push my cock into your mouth. Its not my size that s your problem. Its your fear. I won't choke you. Trust me, Lover."

He was right. I leaned forward and he held my head.

"I might push a bit on your head. Just to make it easier. Relax. Breathe."

I took two breaths. He pushed his cock into my mouth on the third one. He went in deep and pulled back out. He had me breathe again. We repeated this twice more. The next time he had me hold his cock. I lasted about 3 seconds - my best time yet.

I reminded myself to breathe and not be afraid.

We found a rhythm and he actually pushed even more of his dick into my mouth. It was hard, but I managed.

He began to moan and sigh. He had me stop.

"You did so well...I'm proud of you. Now make me cum. I don't care how you do it. Then we'll leave."

I smiled. This I could do.

I began to twirl my tongue around his head. I wanted to pelase him and show him I was good at this - just not at taking too much of him. I didn't want him to think I was lacking or look for blowjobs elsewhere.

I sucked his head hard and he groaned. I kept smiling around his dick.

I surprised him by taking in quite a bit of him. Not as much as when he held my head, but more than usual. I didn't get bothered when he held my hair this time. I didn't play around and sucked him hard. He came fast and I swallowed his load.

"You were wonderful." I smiled. He began to release me from my bonds.

"I left an outfit for you in the bathroom. I'll change in the bedroom so we don't get sidetracked and we'll leave."

I kept smiling and was happy to have my limbs back once more. Once I was toally free, Eric grabbed the side of my face, with his hand on the side of my throat. He kissed me before I realized what he was doing. I moaned into his mouth and finally got to run my fingers through his hair.

He broke the kiss.

"Lets go...before something starts that we don't have time to finish."

I laughed. He was insatiable.

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