We had been in the air for an hour in Queen Francesca's awesome private plane. There were no windows, of course, in case she needed to travel during the day. Two leather couches were along the width across from the other, two leather arm chairs at the end, and four leather seats, the same as in commercial planes. There was a door on one end of the cabin that led to the cockpit, while on the other end was the area for the attendant; directly in front of that was the bathroom, in case any human traveler needed it. The flight attendant, Jenna, had simply used the phone on the coffee table by the couch to inquire if we needed anything.
Doug had long since passed out as soon as he sat down, Eric was working on paperwork, and I sat on the couch beside him staring at my hands. My thoughts were all over the place, and they all ended up to the same place: Where do Eric and I go in our relationship? Apparently, he had already been working on that.
"... We'll change your hours."
"Huh?" I mumbled, still staring out my hands.
"Woman! I've been talking to you for ten minutes, and you haven't heard a word I've said?"
"I'm sor ... I'm just thinking."
"About what?"
"Do you really care?" I asked, playing with him.
"Not really," he shot back.
"Fair enough. You have my full attention."
"What I was saying," he started with a smirk, "Was we'll switch your hours from ten till two—"
"Wait, that's only four hours a night!"
"I'm impressed! Your addition is impeccable. You should be an accountant."
"Ha, ha."
"Now shut up, and let me talk." I placed my head on the head rest and stared him down. "Two hours, between two and closing, you will be at my side on my throne, as you put it."
"Ergh," I groaned. "Half the time you look bored to death." I laughed at my humor. Eric, on the other hand, did not.
"Shhushh. The remaining two hours you will service me, and only me, in the basement."
"Wait a minute, wait!" I said, throwing my hands up exasperated. "You're going to pay me eight hours while you're fucking me in the dungeon for two?" I was pissed beyond belief.
"I didn't say a word about fucking you, or paying you for the two you do not work."
"No. I won't do it." I said firmly.
"Excuse me?" Then he was the one that was pissed beyond belief.
"You are not going to pay me for you to Dom me!"
He squared his eyes at me. "Okay. I didn't think you would," he said calmly.
"What? Eric, I'm too exhausted to talk about this right now."
"Tough shit," he barked. Ah, mine loving Master hath returneth. "I'll pay you for six hours, and give you an allowance to cover the other two."
"Oh, God," I grumbled.
"Okay, we've agreed to that." I hadn't recalled doing such a thing. I closed my eyes because I knew I wasn't going to win. "We'll have to work on where we'll stay, but I don't think Pam will have a problem if we stay at her place for a while."
My eyes flew open. He was planning on us living together? That thought quickly vanished, without understanding the significance of it. "I am not staying with Pam!"
"Why not?"
"First, I'm still pissed at her. Second, her decorator sucks."
He laughed. "I'm not thrilled about it either, staying at Pam's, I mean. But I don't want you at my day lair, and we can't stay in your apartment, now, can we?"
I thought about that—it wasn't light-proof. Then the previous implication bowled a turkey strike in my brain cells. "Eric? You want ... us together? To live together?"
"Not really," he said seriously, but cracked a smile. "Don't you want that?"
Yes. No. Maybe. "I ... do I have a choice?"
His smiled widened then he tapped my nose. "No."
"May I ask two questions?"
"Yes."
"Can we redecorate the bedroom we'll be in at Pam's? And can we get a King-sized coffin?"
"We'll have to ask Pam, and I guess so." He didn't sound too thrilled at my demands. I was just testing his sincerity, which he passed. "Here, read this," he said, handing me a piece of paper, the one he'd been scribbling on since we left. "Would you like something to drink?"
"I'm fine, thanks."
He made a call. The attendant brought him a warm B Negative blood then left us alone again. "Those are the changes to our Contract. Read it very carefully. Once you sign it it will not be changed."
'Ms. Connee Byers agrees to the new working hours given to her ... She will wear my collar 24/7, except when we are at any engagement where it is unacceptable ... I agree to no play during working hours, but the Dungeon will be used (other Dungeon rules to be covered at a later date). She will retain her authority of the business, and I expect her not to ignore her responsibilities ... She will not speak her mind unless the collar is off. When home, it will be removed nightly for her to do so, until such time she has proven yourself ... It will remain her choice to accompany me when I feed ... Her punishment will be given with a whip ...'
Not looking up at him, I stated, "Correct me if I am wrong, but this appears to be a Master/slave contract."
"That's because it is," he stated matter of fact. "Do you agree to it?"
I continued to finish reading his requirements, which really weren't too far out of reach. The 24/7 scared me a little bit. We hadn't even gotten home yet and there had been so much thrown at me too fast.
"I understand that, Connee. Read the very bottom part, the small print."
"Eric, I didn't say anything—"
"You whispered it, I heard you."
'Lenience will be high, to start ... Review to occur after four week time.'
"Where's the pen? And when does this start?" He handed me the pen. I signed it then gave the paper and pen back.
He looked at His wrist. "It starts now."
I glanced at His watch. It was then central time—yeah, that was home to Eric. I unbuckled the belt around my waist, got on my knees at His feet, my hands grasped behind my back, my head bowed. He leaned forward, placed His hands on my face and kissed my forehead. Pushing my head up with His thumbs, He told me look into His eyes. "You thrill me to no end, little one." It felt like He hadn't called me Little One in ages. "Are things ... different being my slave now that you are vampire?"
No collar; I could speak. "No, Master."
"Good." He reached behind Him and pulled out a small box. It clearly wasn't a necklace box; it was just as long, but wider. "I got this for you while you slept your second night." He handed it to me, and I couldn't help but smile. "Well, open it."
Slowly I removed the lid, finding it curious my hands were shaking. Eric impatiently pulled back the tissue paper to expose a dark purple-stained leather collar with a thick, gold Celtic Cross pendant, an Amethyst set in the middle.
My mouth hung open as I looked at Him. He smiled, relieved, I thought then wrapped it around my neck, locking it in place. He smelled so good. "Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear before He pulled back.
Hmm, collar equals no talking. I remained silent.
He shook His head then spoke softly, "You may answer me."
An agreement is an agreement, right? I did not reply.
He smiled pleased, then removed the collar, staying close to my face. "Good girl." He kissed me softly. "You may speak."
"It is absolutely beautiful, Master. Thank you." I smiled from ear to ear.
"You're welcome." Still holding the collar He leaned back against the cushion. "Do you know what I want?"
The way He was looking at me and the way Viking Jr. was screaming from His crotch, yes, I knew what He wanted. I put my hands on His knees but He pushed them away pretty hard. I regained my submissive position. "No. I want to join the Mile-High Club."
"Didn't we do that already, Master?" I asked, remembering when He flew me to Pam's and He'd given me an orgasm above the tree tops. The thought made my stomach churn excitedly.
"No. That was the Quarter-Mile-High Club." He smirked. I bust out laughing then covered my mouth because I didn't want Doug waking up at that precise moment. Before I could reply, He replaced the collar. "You will go to the bathroom, close the door, but do not lock it, undress, stand in front of the mirror, turn the light off, and wait for me. You will say not one word while we are there."
Mission clear and accepted. Without a word, I stood and went to the bathroom. I could feel His eyes burrow into my back, and I gave a little wiggle of my ass. He growled. I grinned. My fangs flung out.
Closing the door behind me, I noticed the bathroom was bigger than I'd expected. It was nothing compared to a 747. Oh, yeah, it was definitely Mile-High Club adequate. My clothes were off and folded on the sink in a heartbeat, and as instructed, I stood in front of the mirror. I was surprised my nipples were already hard and hurting for attention. I flipped the light off and was plunged into the deepest darkness.
I stood anxiously awaiting my Master, my Protector, my Employer, my Love. I went from anxiously excited to just plain anxious, to bored, to being drenched between my legs. I heard the door open. I stiffened my body when I felt Eric press His body against my back, His face buried in the nape of my neck. Shivers coursed through my body. I leaned my head back into Him, but was promptly smacked in the ass hard; I immediately picked my head back up.
He brushed His bottom lip on my left ear lobe. "Bryta nu—Mine Now." He kissed the nape of my neck. "Min i morgon—Mine Tomorrow." He whispered in my other ear, "Min för evigt—Mine forever."
I completely melted. His hands slid to my waist, my stomach, massaging my flesh, making me weak in the knees. His long, slender fingers made their way to my breasts, pinching my nipples, and twisting aggressively. I groaned from the back of my throat, which again caused a quick, swift smack on the ass.
"You will not speak," He said firmly. "You will not moan."
It was quiet for a moment before I heard His jeans unzip then heard the metal of the belt tinker on the tile floor. He grabbed as much of my breasts as He could before He squeezed them together, the heels of His palms on the outside of my breasts. Abruptly, He flicked my erect nipples with His ring fingers at the same time. I winced at the pain, exhaling out of my mouth, my body inching forward slightly. "Stand tall! Not a fucking sound," He demanded in my ear, His head touched the side of mine. "Nod if you understand me." I did so.
Again He attacked my nipples, and although it was pitch black, I had to close my eyes tightly to let go of the pain as it raced to my toes and finger tips. He circled His hard, erect cock against the small of my back, and I stopped breathing altogether, well, noticed I wasn't breathing. Again and again He flicked His nails over my nipples, alternating with the pads of His fingers. Back and forth, up and down, soft and hard, over and over. I made not a peep when something surged from deep within me, and it no longer was painful. It was completely erotic. My upper torso convulsed with the motion. A part of my body wanted to squirm away from Him, while the other wanted more.
Continuing with one hand, His other hand moved to my clit; His finger slid over it easily, it was so wet. I swallowed hard, hoping that would keep the noise down. I barely succeeded. He cupped my breast with His hand and started a rhythm between pinching my nipple and rubbing clit that utterly destroyed me. "Grab on to the sink, bend over if you need to."
Oh, I had to, but it did little to help calm me when I did. "Damn, woman," He grunted in my ear then pressed His chest harder against mine. "Do you want me?" He asked, purposefully pushing His dick against me. I didn't answer. "Nod if you want me," He said forcefully. His voice was urgent, deep, throaty and animalistic. I nodded fervently. "Hmm, I don't quite feel you're being honest with me."
Bastard. He wouldn't let me moan my pleasure, I was wet as hell and He thought I was lying?
He pulled away from me, leaving me abandoned, even though I felt His presence. "On your knees." I got down but He had to move me by my shoulders to get in the right position. "Take it." I put my hand up, brushed the back of my hand against His thigh. He snapped, "With your tongue. Find it with your tongue!"
Butterflies erupted in the pit of my stomach. I stuck out my tongue, flicked it in search of His dick. I smelled His scent before I even found Him. He groaned as I wrapped my lips around His tip, taking Him more and more. I thought I had punctured him when He reached down, pulled me up to my feet and threw me on the sink.
"Grip the edges," He ordered. I did so as He spread my legs and dove immediately onto my clit with His mouth. I tensed my legs, forcing myself not to scream. Without allowing me to orgasm, He pulled away, but I hurt so bad I knew I was going to explode when He finally decided to let me orgasm—if He let me.
He placed His hands on my hips, pulled me forward and rammed His dick inside me. I gasped silently as He penetrated me, plunging as far as He could. I started rotating my hips, allowing Him to touch every inch of my walls. Letting my body speak to me at how incredible Master felt inside me, my body arched, and I felt as if my head would explode. I threw my hands on the wall and threw my hips against Him, hard. To quell a sound of pure ecstasy I bit into His shoulder.
"Hmm, yes, that's it," He growled. "Let it go. Take me, feel me." Unexpectedly He whirled me around, pounded my ass to the wall once hard and came. I shivered in response. "Hmm, are you ready?"
Of course I couldn't answer, but I wanted to scream, "Hell, yeah!" Instead I groaned softly.
"One."
I knew what that meant, and it wasn't a good thing.
He grew inside of me again, completely confounding me. And was I ever ready for Him. My body tensed; I needed to feel more of Him. I wrapped my arms around His neck and bit at His vein, sucking and taking His blood. He took me, too, as the orgasm finally surged through me. I could have sworn He came again. I'd have to remember to ask Him later.
"Are you hungry?" He asked as He pulled away, carefully setting me on my weak, shaking legs. I almost answered. "Oh, right." He turned on the light and for a moment it hurt my eyes. He unclasped the collar, leaving it draped at my neck. "Do you need more?"
"Um, you or food?" I grinned.
"Well, I already know you can't get enough of me. I woke Doug up before I came in."
"I am still hungry, Sir."
Replacing my collar, He seductively and slowly dressed me, as He allowed me to do the same to Him. Doug was indeed awake when we snaked guiltily out of the bathroom—well, I was the guilty one. I drank from him slowly for only five minutes before I gave Doug back his wrist. This time feeding from Doug made it feel incredibly cold, and again, I would have to speak to Master about finding someone I didn't know. I just didn't know if I could do it anymore.
AN: For those of you that missed our loving Dom, Eric. He was getting to wishy washy for me! hehe
Does anyone know if I change the title of the fic if it'll mess everyone up, as far as finding the story? Appreciate it.
TO MY EVIL TWIN: Thanks for your awesome reviews, but I know you're just giving me good ones so I give you good one. I know what you're thinking! hehee