Walking into Pam's house felt like I was walking into a bad 1920's horror movie set. The wallpaper was 'off,' the furniture was 'off,' the decorations were, yep, you guessed it, 'off.' I looked around the living room bewildered, trying not to shake my head. I didn't remember a lot about her house when I was there, considering I had almost died both times and shaken up emotionally.
Eric and Pam had gone into another part of the house to talk about ... whatever Maker/child vampires talk about, leaving me and my Dom's dinner, whatever her name was, in the living room. We didn't say a word to the other, but I could tell she was very comfortable with what was about to happen. I, on the other hand, was terrified.
I heard Pam's heels clicking against the hardwood floor in the hallway and held my breath as she and Eric walked in. Pam came to sit beside me on the couch, crossed her legs and checked out the fresh polish on her nails as if she were bored to death—sick pun intended.
Eric stood behind the chair the woman was in. Her shoulders were at the same level as the back of the chair, so He had easy access to her. Keeping eye contact with me, Eric pulled back the woman's hair to expose her neck and barred His teeth at me. I was both mortified and turned on at the same time. My shoulders tensed, and I felt the muscles in my neck tighten as Eric bent down and bit into her neck. She grabbed onto the arm rests so hard her knuckles turned white in an instant. Tilting her head to the side, she moaned and whined like she was having an orgasm. Her breathing was heavy, but she kept still and allowed Him to feed.
I felt the cushion move but didn't want to look at Pam. I had to keep my eyes on Eric. It wasn't an order, but I felt compelled to. "Are you all right?" she asked. I nodded. "Are you sure?" I shook my head.
"That's what I thought," she snickered.
The sounds coming from Eric were frightening, although I never expected it to be. It was completely different with Rachel. I couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe it was because I was tied to Eric's late night snack and felt like I was Eric.
Pam put her arm around me, a shocker coming from her. I'd never seen her touch anyone, really, as any friend would to another, not that we were friends. But we both loved Eric, and that was enough for me. I felt my body lean into her, and she accepted me. She turned my body around so my back was lying across her chest, my head on her collarbone, my feet planted firmly on the floor.
"Close your eyes," she told me.
Immediately I shut them and pretended not to listen to the woman groan and grunt in obvious ecstasy. I couldn't block her out, though. I wasn't jealous. The picture I had in my head was erotic. It was the only way I knew to get through it. But something strange happened that I wasn't expecting. I was getting turned on. Pam had been running her hand over my shoulder softly and whispering in my ear, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. I could only assume she was trying to comfort me, again, a shocker. But I felt so safe and secure in her arms.
Her fingernail traced down my collarbone and down my cleavage. I sighed, "Don't," but I didn't want her to stop. Her cool, wet tongue traced over my earlobe that sent shivers through me. I turned my head a little into her, an indication to her that I liked what she was doing. I felt around for her hand, took her fingers and wrapped them around mine. But then a thought occurred to me.
Maybe Eric didn't want me to be doing what I was doing. Maybe He didn't want me to like what Pam was doing. After all, He hadn't given me His permission. Plucking up my courage, I turned my head towards Him, my eyes apprehensive.
He was still attached to the woman's neck, His head bent, His eyes searching mine, trying to read them. He growled and briefly removed His fangs. "Take her there, Pam, but do not make her cum." His voice was thick, like He'd just put a spoonful of pudding in His mouth and it rested in the back of His throat. His fangs and gums were soaked in blood; drips from His fangs splattered onto the woman's shoulder. I shivered. "She is mine." He then dove back into the woman's flesh.
Those words set me off. The ownership He had over me was very apparent, and I had my answer. I smiled, turned my head back to Pam and let her touch me, run her hands over my breasts, nibble at my neck. "Pam," I heard myself moan, "Can I kiss you?"
She pushed my upper torso up a little so my head rested on the back cushion, her lips still on my neck. With her tongue, she traced my flesh along my jawbone, brushed her lips over my chin, kissing softly. I was a goner. I brought my head forward to meet her lips, and they smelled of strawberry. I flicked the tip of my tongue over her bottom lip, and it tasted of strawberry. Who would have thought?
I felt her wet, cool tongue search for mine, and I gave it to her. Circling the others' in a frenzy passion, our lips finally met, nibbling and kissing and smacking. I grunted with pleasure, and reached my right hand up to her neck, caressing my fingers over her incredibly soft skin. They moved to the nape of her neck and her hair felt like silk. I wrapped my fingers around strands, and pushed her into me.
"Stop!" I heard Eric call out, and I immediately tensed, wondering what I'd done wrong. I pushed Pam's hand away from my crotch, and opened my eyes to see Eric standing at my knees, looking down on me hungrily ... hungry for me.
In two seconds flat, His pants were on the floor, his shirt still on. Without a word of warning, He grabbed my knees and said, "Hold on to her, Pam."
He put His knee on the couch, pulled my knees up, moved my thong away from my entrance and entered me, hard. I gasped at feeling His size in me, closed my eyes, resting against Pam. He pushed His hips against me so hard and violently, the smacking together of our bodies set me in a whole other place: One that I'd never been to before, and one I loved. The electricity I felt as He penetrated me was new, yet familiar.
"Oh, Sirrrr," I'd moaned when Pam started to lap her tongue against my neck.
"Sub, look at me." I did so. "Will you allow Pam to taste your delicious blood?" He asked, His faced tight with enjoyment and desire.
I'd never had anyone other than Eric take my blood. Although I felt Pam and I had a strange type of bond, I wasn't sure how I felt about it. "If. It. Pleases you. Sir." He'd pounded into me with every word I could barely speak.
"It would," He replied.
As would I, I thought before I closed my eyes again, made my neck accessible to Pam, and waited. I didn't have to wait long, though.
"I've looked forward to this," she whispered in my ear. She licked my neck on the vein that was pounding violently, squeezed my hand as a fair warning, and bit into my flesh. I gasped, almost screaming as I heard her suck and moan by my ear. I was finding it more and more difficult to keep my mind on Eric and what He was doing to me. My body melted as my life source drained from me, but I was never once concerned she'd take too much.
Seconds later, though, with Him still penetrating me and Pam making incredibly fierce noises, I cried out, "Edge!" It wasn't necessary. Eric immediately came inside me, bucking His hips against me, groaning with each contact. And my own orgasm quickly followed, my body shaking and convulsing, having a reaction of its own.
I whined softly when Pam licked the wound she had just made. "Thank. You. Pam." She didn't say a word in response.
Master put His hands on the edge of the seat cushion and head rest, kissing me gently. I found it very difficult to breath. "Did you enjoy that, sub?" He asked softly.
I nodded. "Oh, yes Sir."
I never really knew what happened to Eric's dinner that night, and I never asked as He drove me back to Fangtasia in Pam's car. She remained home with the other woman for her dessert. I had been staring outside the passenger window in a daze, a contented, mellow daze.
"Sub Connee?"
"Hmm, yes Sir?" I replied, turning my head to look at Him for the first time since we'd left.
"Was it better this time?"
The flying orgasm was, feeling Him inside me sure was, and having Pam taste me definitely was, but I knew what He meant. It took me a moment to find the right words, yet He remained patient. "You ... frightened me."
He cocked His eyebrow. "How so?" He asked, interested.
"The ... the blood ... her blood ... on your face. It was ... messy."
He chuckled. "Now you know how I feel seeing you talk with your mouth full." I laughed, loving having a normal conversation with Him. "Is it something you'd like to continue being involved with?"
"No Sir," I answered quickly. "If you don't mind."
"Understood." He was lost in thought for a moment. "I have noticed you've called me Master more than once." I never realized I had. "I do not take that lightly."
"No Sir, neither do I." It was a title He had well deserved, one I was comfortable with.
"Hmm."
There was no more conversation on the drive back to the club. He walked me to my car, bid me farewell, pleasant dreams and all that lovey human stuff then said, "We will be meeting with Bill and Sookie tomorrow night at ten in Bon Temps for our plans next week."
There He went again, taking me away from my professional duties when I specifically told Him I did not want that. I stated as such. His eyes grew dark, filled with loathing for defying His orders. "Sir, may I speak freely?" He nodded, though not happily. "If you desire to continue to take me away from my duties here, then we must adjust our Contract." I spoke as respectfully as I could.
"That we must." He pressed His tall, lean, muscular body against mine until I was backed up to my car. He towered over me, which drove me crazily insane, in a good way. "Do you like addressing me as Master? Or do you prefer Sir?"
"You have proven yourself to me, Master, and I owe you that much respect."
"Then do so." I nodded. He leaned His lips closer to my ear. "Did you enjoy Pam?"
I shivered. "Yes, Master."
"Have you kissed Pam before while not in my presence?" I nodded nervously. "When?" I told Him after He'd undressed me and Pam came to change me. "Did I give you permission to do so? I believe I told you to take her orders, not make out with her!"
I didn't like the tone of His voice, nor where the conversation was headed. I couldn't speak much less keep eye contact with Him. His eyes were then livid, and my ass cheeks cried to run the hell away because they knew what was coming. And I was right. He dragged me across the parking lot, His hand gripping mine so hard I almost protested that He was hurting me. Little did I know there was more hurting to come.
When we were deep enough in the trees surrounding the area, He sat on a fallen tree log, threw me over His knee, pulled up the skirt of my sundress and smacked my ass once, quick and hard. This all happened within a matter of seconds. Tears immediately came to my eyes, but I fought them off.
Why is He doing this to me? Yes, He'd told me to obey her, and I did. He'd also told me not to cum, which I didn't. But He'd never mentioned not kissing her. I wasn't being a smart ass. I was just confused.
"You will count off your punishments, you disobedient bitch ..." There was anger in His voice, but something else I couldn't put my finger on—apprehension, maybe? "... starting with the one I just gave you."
"One," I whined, hoping my voice wouldn't crack. It had, though. I braced myself with my feet for more, including tightening my ass cheeks. Master didn't like that. "Keep your body still! Unclench your ass." I did.
SMACK! I sniffled before I said, "Two."
SLAP! SMACK! back to back, from one cheek to the other. Tears poured from my eyes. "Th ... three, ffffour." I was shaking then.
WHACK! "Fffiiiiivvvvve," I sobbed, wanting to grab onto anything, but daring not to.
Without a sound from Eric, He got me on my feet and walked me back to my car. Not holding a hand. Not looking at me. Not talking to me. Nothing. It hurt to walk. It hurt even worse to be shunned by my Master.
I drove home, crying the entire time until I reached my apartment. I was hyperventilating so badly I had to sit in my car for fifteen minutes before I could even breathe, or stop my body shaking, for that matter. Not even giving a fuck about changing clothes, I collapsed on the bed and cried for another half an hour until I fell asleep.
Eric's POV:
I stood outside Connee's bedroom window watching her sleep. Heather hissed at me when she heard me approach. Damned cat. I'd followed her home to make sure she got there safely. I could see her cry as she drove wrecklessly. I hoped she wouldn't run off the road. I could feel her pain. I watched her sitting in her car until she went inside. She cried forever in bed, it seemed to me.
Right before she'd fallen asleep she'd ripped my collar off her neck and threw it across the room. The dressing mirror cracked on impact. I recoiled in my own warped, heartless pain.
When I'd gone inside the club after Connee drove away, I called Pam on my cell. I asked her about what happened the night she dressed Connee. Yes, Pam had kissed Connee. Yes, Pam tried to get her to cum for her. Connee never did because I told her not to.
I promptly gave Pam bathroom clean-up duty for a month.
I came into work early the following night at eight because I had to do a few things there before Connee and I went to Merlotte's to meet with Bill and Sookie. I'd been talking to Chow at the bar when I noticed Connee walk towards the bathroom through the mirror behind the bar. Even from the distorted reflection of the glass, I could see her eyes were red and swollen, as was her nose. Her shoulders were slumped and she was walking very stiffly.
Damn it! I never thought Pam would play with Connee alone. And look what I did to Connee!
Just then Pam approached me. I'd already gotten the bathroom bucket and mop out for her and made it very clear that she was not ever to touch Connee again unless I was with her. She flinched, but she knew I meant business. I kicked the tin bucket in her direction, spilling the soapy water on the floor and over her designer high heeled shoes. "Clean that shit up!" I barked then waited for Connee in her office.