"She might be, but I'm not," he'd replied after standing.

There was movement around me and again I couldn't tell who was where. All of my senses were alive then and in hyper mode.

"Have you ever had vampire blood, sub?" Eric asked.

I grew tense again. "No, sir."

"Would you like to try some?"

"No, sir," I answered truthfully.

"Why not?" Eric asked, his voice loaded with curiosity.

"I'm afraid of … what it'll do to me."

"Oh, honey, you will like it," Pam breathed into my ear. "It will take you deeper into sub-space than you have ever been with your Master."

"I'm afraid," I repeated, although her comment intrigued me.

A pair of hands encased my face, holding it still. "What are you afraid of?" Eric asked again, slightly perturbed.

"I'm afraid, sir, of … losing control."

Eric let go of my face, and both he and Pam laughed hysterically for at least a minute. "What in the hell ever possessed you to think you had any control?" he asked after they'd calmed down, and I could hear then he was furious.

"That's not what I meant," I started and was promptly disciplined with a hard smack on my ass, followed by another. My temporary Dom was pissed!

"Who said you could speak?" Eric barked.

I bit my bottom lip, hard. So hard, in fact, that I tasted a little bit of blood on the tip of my tongue.

"My, my, my," Pam said, still standing close beside me. "Eric, I think our little sub is offering her penitence."

Nothing happened. No smack on the ass, no reprimand, no snickering. Nothing, until a cold tongue swept across my bottom lip. I automatically opened my mouth. I heard a gurgle in the back of someone's throat, and it was distinctively feminine. The appendage grazed the whole of my bottom lip, and I held my breath. It returned to the small cut, and I could feel a fang dig into it deeper, drawing more blood. Then both of her lips pressed hard against mine. I eagerly returned her kiss. Her tongue slid out in search of mine and circled it a few times. I gave it to her freely. We kissed for what felt like forever, and I wanted so much more. I wanted to press my body against hers for comfort—no, that's not the right word. I wanted to touch her. That was what I meant by losing control.

When she finally removed her mouth, I found my body lean forward, afraid of losing the contact with her. "Was that the first time you've ever kissed a woman?" she asked me.

I nodded. "Yes ma'am."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes Ma'am," I replied and knew it might have been too quick a reply when she snickered.

Then there was more of the damned silence. I listened intently, and a sound met my ears that I wasn't expecting. Kissing. Eric and Pam were kissing. But why?

"Hmm, sub, I do believe you are the best thing I have ever, in my centuries of existence, tasted," Eric said, and I then knew why they were kissing.

How the hell was I supposed to reply to that? "Thank you, sir."

"I'm ready," was all Eric said.

I am damned to hell now! I stood there tense and didn't know what was coming. I had no idea what Eric was ready for. I didn't even want to guess. There was a thick, heavy 'shwoosh' by my ankle, and I grew extremely excited, knowing what was coming. The flogger. At least then I'd be able to have some kind of release, a good kind of release.

But that's not what happened. I heard a crackling behind me and knew instantly what it was. I started shaking my head and something came out of my mouth, a cry or surprise, fear, maybe. I had no clue. The sizzle grew louder as it came closer to my shoulder blades. I started to shake. Before I could even object, totally willing to accept punishment, it touched my skin and every single hair on my body rose up in protest. I clasped the chains that held me up, not caring about the tiny cuts slicing into my palms. The hot, searing pain faded only a little and was placed lower, right above the small of my back. Again, the pain returned and this time I screamed, "No! NO! Please, sir. Stop!"

Immediately the crackling stopped, but I remained on alert, knowing any second it might return. "What did you say to me?" Eric asked harshly.

"Please," I gasped, trying to get air into my lungs. "I … never … not the Violet Wand."

"Are you in pain?" he asked.

"Yy … yes, sir."

"Even now that it is off?"

"Yes, sir." My body shuttered, and I couldn't stop it. The fear alone of feeling that sharp, body-numbing pain was enough to bring the tears, something that sometimes brought punishment from Master. I felt a breeze of air by my side then right away Pam put her cold, incredibly relieving hands against my shoulders. Although still shaking, it did take some of the sting out. "Thank you, ma'am," I said in between sobs.

I suddenly remembered I'd spoken out of turn and waited for my punishment. I felt air blow away from me around my ass and knew what was coming. But it never did. Softly, Pam rubbed my cheek as if that was the most she could offer to console me.

"Sub Connee," Eric said, his voice much softer then, "I will remove the blindfold from your eyes, but you must keep your eyes only on me. If I see one flicker of movement away from me your punishment will be nothing compared to this. And I promise that I will not glamour you. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

He placed his arms around my neck, yet his body did not touch mine, and he untied the blindfold at the back of my head. I kept my eyes closed for a moment before opening them to adjust to the light. That wasn't a problem, though, as the lighting was low and soft. Knowing how tall Eric was, I cocked my head to look into his face when I was able to focus. Being ashamed of my outburst, I didn't want to look him in the eyes. I didn't want to be crying. I didn't want my body to be shaking this badly. But I was. I couldn't stop. Taking one long, deep breath, I opened my eyes very slowly, expecting Eric's face to be transformed into a scowling, evil and very hungry vampire ready to put me in my place—forever. But his face was soft and held no tension or anger at all.

"Sub, I do not wish to cause you pain, unintentionally cause you pain, of course." Of course, I thought. "For that I am truly sorry. Has Pam's cool hand helped the sting?"

"Yes, sir," I sobbed, taking several more breaths to control my breathing. "It has. Thank you."

"You're welcome. As I hate to be interrupted with my subs, is there anything else that is off limits to you?"

"Yes sir. Whips."

"Damn," Pam snickered behind me. If I wasn't in the position I was in, I would have snickered, too.

"Fine. No whips."

Then Eric did the most amazing thing a Master or Dom can do when the slave/sub gets upset: He placed his arms around my neck and hugged me. My body involuntarily shuttered as I leaned into him, placed my head against his chest and closed my eyes, as if that would help the tears. He never said a word.

After a minute or so of trying to control the tears and my body's violent shaking, I was finally down to just tears, but they weren't flowing as they had before. "Damn, I was wrong," I heard Eric say, and I didn't like the sound of it. He leaned back and looked over my face. "Pam and I owe you an apology."

I frowned. What? Why?

"You do have control."

"I'm sorry?" I asked, never letting my eyes wander.

"Of yourself," he clarified. "Most subs simply freak out, leaving me now choice but to end it. Takes all the fun out of the scene, don't you think?"

A smile slowly rose from my lips. "Thank you, sir. It was—sorry."

"No, please continue."

"That was the most difficult for me to overcome with Master, the tears, I mean and breaking down." I sniffled.

He smiled, leaned in and kissed me softly, nipping just a little at my bottom lip. He growled, which brought me back to myself. I kissed him back and just when I was getting into it, he pulled away. "What is it you want, sub?" he asked then looked at Pam behind me.

"I … did I hear a flogger, sir?" There was no answer. "Master often rewards me with the flogger."

"Reward? Who said anything about a reward? Do you cum when Daniel flogs you?"

"Yes, sir." We still held eye contact, and I was beginning to lose my breath again.

"Is that what you want?"

"Oh, yes Sir."

Pam snickered, her cool, almost floral-scented breath washed over my right shoulder.

"What if I don't want you to cum?"

"Thhhen I won't, sir," I stuttered, wondering if I'd crossed the line.

"Good girl. From here on out, you will not cum." Not exactly what I had intended. "You will cum when I tell you to cum. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No Sir." Then it was becoming more and more difficult to look him in his beautiful eyes. I felt my chest flush, as it would with Master.

"I didn't think there would be. You will cum only when I tell you to cum."

I bit my bottom lip again, hesitant. He looked at Pam again and moved his head so fast I wasn't sure if he nodded or simply readjusted his neck. Then that damned WHAP! on my ass. What was strange was now I didn't mind being spanked, but I had no intention of telling them.

"Is there a problem?" he asked again, his voice raging with anger now.

"No, sir."

"You please me greatly, sub."

"Thank you, sir."

He took a step back, brought the ring on a finger of his right hand to his left forefinger and punctured the tip. He never looked at what he was doing, for his eyes were still locked on mine. I never looked directly at what he was doing, but I could see from the corner of my eye. He squeezed the pad of his finger and something thick and dark began to slowly ooze out. Coming back to me, he took his bloodied finger and offered it to me. Although I was weary of the effects of the blood, I wanted nothing more than to please my Dom. I had to bring my head forward to reach his finger, my tongue out and eager to take it. He raised his finger, which made me lean my head back slightly, and a single drop of blood landed on my tongue.

It was the most intense, incredible sensation I would never forget. It tingled at first then warmth spread over it rapidly, down my throat and through my entire body. The tingling in my body made me squirm. It was like the blood surrounded every muscle, giving them an intense massage. While my head spun from the lightheadedness, it was not all a bad sensation. I was giddy, relishing in my body's reaction, wanting never to lose it.

"As much as I love your tongue and sweet mouth, close it," Eric ordered.

I did so and sucked the tip of my tongue, trying to get every bit of blood that I could. I closed my eyes, my body beginning to scream, especially below the waist. I think Pam was right. I was really going to look forward to this. Yet there was another smack on the ass. I hadn't even said anything! My eyes flew open.

"Look at me, sub," Eric said. "How do you feel?" His voice was angelic and soft, like a bird happily chirping in the trees. Even his appearance was awe inspiring. There was an aura around his head, not foggy because I could see every line on his face.

"I … feel …" I had trouble finding the appropriate word, "amazing." I giggled, which is something I had never done before when scening with Master.

"Was I wrong?" Pam asked from behind me.

"No Ma'am."

"When bestowing my essence to a sub, I like to see the look in their eyes."

I felt my eyes become droopy, but it was not from sleepiness. My head felt like it would roll off of my shoulders. Slower and slower my eyes would blink, and each time everything became more and more clear to me.

He smiled widely. "Are you there yet?" he asked, and I knew that he meant sub-space.

"My body is, but mentally No Sir."

"Well, then I shall have to remedy that, sub." He replaced the blindfold over my eyes, securing it tightly behind my head. I had never felt heat from Eric before, but I sure did now. And the oddest thing was was that it felt like I was the electrically-charged Violet Wand and searching his body out to release my built-up energy.

There was brief moment of movement around me before the familiar and much-wanted flogger hit my calf with the lightest pressure. But this time, it was nothing I had ever experienced before, even when I was already in sub-space and Master had begun to flog me. Each individual leather strap sent bolts of electricity through my body, and the sound was like heavy rain hitting a window.

Then another hit and another and another until it they were in perfect rhythm, moving up and down my left leg, from my calf to the back of my thigh. Then the same motion started on my right leg—right leg, left leg, right leg, left leg. It was so perfectly in sync that it reminded me of the tick from an old Grandfather clock. It only dawned on me minutes later that both Eric and Pam must have been flogging me together.

I gasped when the first impact on my ass happened, which forced me to hold onto the bar. Again it was synchronized, and if I were watching I would have been impressed as hell. But I liked being on the receiving end. My ass was more sensitive than I expected this soon, but I thought maybe Eric's blood dulled some of the 'pain' and they were hitting me pretty hard. The beating rose to my back and shoulders blades, but I would have much preferred if they stuck to my ass. My body got in tune with the impacts, and I hadn't realized I was pushing my body forward to lessen the beats, but Eric yelled at me angrily. I could do nothing but offer my body to him.

Over and over again the beating continued and slowly I found my mind drift away, while my body surged with a hunger that I had never felt before. This experience was completely different from anything I had ever had before. My body had never been this alive.

Just when I had grown accustomed to the beating on my back, there was a slap across my stomach from a flogger, while it continued on my back. It alternated from my front to the back, and my body had no escape. It had to endure the abuse.

That went on for I don't know how long. Once I'm in sub-space—this was a speed record to get there—I lose all track of time. My body twitched, and I was afraid Eric thought I was defying him or something. Yet I could tell he was quite the expert in the flogging department. I moaned. I arched my back and stretched my arms and took every one. My breathing was fast now, and I didn't know how much more I could take before my orgasm would come, a no-no from Dom Eric. I hadn't crossed that barrier with Master—not being able to hold my orgasms when we'd scene. And I certainly had no control now. The beating on my front stopped while the flogger on my back didn't miss a beat. Eric now concentrated on my ass, alternating cheeks, and the whoosh of the leather straps reverberated in my ears. It was a wonderful sound.

But then something happened that surprised me. Long, thin fingers, with long feminine nails, mind you, rubbed against my crotch, and I grunted from deep in my throat. "Oh, Eric, I think you are doing something right," Pam said, her head was just at my shoulder.

"Did. You. Have. Any. Doubt. Woman," he replied amused, and with each word, he hit my ass harder. Without missing a beat, he asked me, "Where are you now as far as your orgasm? Give me a number from one to ten."

"Seven, Sir," I answered with difficulty.

"Already? From now on, when I ask you what number, you are to give me where you are."

"Yes. Sir."

He kept up his motion, and Pam's middle finger covered my hard, swollen, drenching wet clit, pressing slightly. I gasped and threw my head back, the chains above me rattled. She must have been watching Eric behind me because again she alternated flicking her finger to his beating behind me. I was in pure heaven! She must have remembered the spot I liked, on the right side of my pussy lip because she rested her finger there, giving just small movements that almost set me over the edge.

"What number?" Eric asked me.

"Seven, sir."

He grunted, unpleased, I could tell, but he didn't stop. And neither did Pam. She began to manipulate my clit in different pressure increments, making me squirm and buck my hips, wanting more. Resting her finger on my clit, keeping it still, I felt her lick my erect nipple then bite lightly, but it felt like she was ripping it off.

"Number?" Eric asked, as Pam's tongue lapped at my breast, sucking here and there.

"Hmm, nine, sir."

That was the wrong answer. I wanted to cum—needed to cum, but Eric wouldn't let me, the bastard. His rhythm slowed, and he was hitting me less hard now, regretfully. But I knew what he was doing. He was taking me back and forth, wanting the orgasm to build then wane.

"Now?" Eric asked.

"Seven, sir." My body wouldn't let me go any lower than that particular number.

Soon enough, he increased the speed and pressure, taking me back up again, although I was concentrating hard on what Pam was doing. While he had slowed, she had not. Her finger flicked harder and faster over my clit, and I bent my knees from the sensation. She quickly hit my knee, telling me to stand back up, which I did rather quickly. The whole time she stayed glued to my breasts. My breathing was hard and heavy, and my throat was becoming dry. I hadn't realized but I was close to hyperventilating because my body was screaming at me for release.

"Now?" Eric asked.

"Nine, sir."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, sir, please, sir." God, I hated begging.

"How much do you want to cum?"

Ok, now he is just being a prick. "Really, really bad, sir."

"I think not. Not just yet."

And with that, he began to flog me, never missing a beat, steady and erotic. And with Pam's cool tongue attacking my breast, I was certainly almost over the edge.

A few minutes later, or hours for all I knew, he ordered me to cum, still beating me. Instantaneously, the orgasm shot from my pussy to every inch of my body, which shook in ecstasy. I screamed, dug my heels into the floor and tensed my body, throwing my head back. I started to whine, surprising me a little. I'd never whined before. As much as I tried to bring my legs together I couldn't. I could feel my ejaculate stream down the inside of my thighs. Pam unlatched herself from my breast and lapped up every bit of my juices from my thighs and pussy.

When she was done and stepped away, Eric decreased his speed and pressure until he stopped completely. His long, cool arms wrapped around my waist as he buried his face in my neck. I cocked my head to the left to meet his before I leaned my head back into him. He gently kissed my neck, and I could feel his fangs were out, which frightened me a little. Giving him my blood voluntarily was something I wasn't about to do.

"How do you feel, sub?"

I was still out of breath and it was difficult to answer, but I managed gurgling, "Incredible."

It was over. Both Eric and Pam untied the restraints from my ankles, but he told me to keep them there. I obliged. Then they released me from the bar above my head and I collapsed forward, but Pam caught me before I went down. "Whoah, there, little girl," she said.

"I … I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Mistress?" Pam repeated shocked. "I haven't been called that in years."

Still having the blindfold on, they led me to a corner and laid me on my back on the softest, thickest carpet I had ever laid on before. I shivered because it had gotten cold, or they had broken my body's thermometer. Someone covered me with a blanket before Eric lay down beside me, brushing my sweat-plastered hair away from my forehead and temples. He pressed his lower body against mine, and even through the thick blanket I could feel how big and hard he was now. For the longest time, I forced myself to control my breathing and to slow my heart, but it took longer than it normally did.

"Eric," I heard Pam say with some urgency in her voice. "Her hands."

A second later, Eric screamed, "SUB! Why didn't you tell me you cut your hands?"

"Wha'?"

He grasped both of my wrists a little roughly, but then gently and slowly licked the blood that the chain had cut into my palms, first the left and then the right.

"Than' you," I said breathlessly.

"It was entirely my pleasure."

When my breathing was regular enough to speak, I asked, "If it please you, may I ask that you remove the blindfold now?"

"Yes."

I lay there, expecting him to do it, but he didn't. I could ask, but he didn't have to do it if he didn't feel like it. Instead, he asked, "What are you thinking, sub Connee?"

"I … is it always this … intense with vampire blood?"

"I don't know. It doesn't work with me."

"Oh, of course." I smiled, a real, happy, contended gesture.

"Would you like to see your Master now?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, please."

"Pam." Her heels clicked up the steps, where a door opened then closed, and I knew I would be with my Master soon.

And that was my first experience—and hopefully not the last—with Eric Northman, vampire Dom. God, that sounds like an awesome late night movie! But this was my late night movie, and one I will never, ever forget.