WARNING: Contains mild spanking scenes. Don't read if this bothers you!
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Eric and Sookie were squaring off in the middle of Fangtasia, the two of them the center of attention yet again. The beautiful 6’4 blonde vampire was snarling at this point, acutely aware of the watchful crowd. He was absolutely fed up with Sookie’s shameful public behavior this evening and had reached his breaking point. Across from him stood the attractive blonde telepath that was the root cause of his rage; she was equally angry with him but dangerously unaware of the attention she had been drawing tonight. Nothing had gone as he had planned, a fact that troubled him deeply. He had summoned her to the bar this evening, determined to finally address the things they had been avoiding. True, he had practically ignored her these past few months, ever since his forgotten memories of their time together had returned. However, things had calmed down considerably since the political takeover of Louisiana by King Felipe de Castro. Eric was in a “good place” right now to come to terms with his feelings for Sookie and to further explore their blood bond. His plan, however, was to have this big discussion in private and in his office, certainly not in the middle of Fangtasia. Sookie was being quite recalcitrant, however. In an attempt to avoid facing the Viking and his need to “come to an understanding” about their relationship, she had drunk way too many gin and tonics this evening. With her new liquid courage, she behaved in ways quite immodest and atypical of her, including practically throwing herself at a stranger and doing some seriously “dirty dancing” with him in an attempt to make Eric jealous. She felt justified in her anger tonight: she wanted to protest Eric’s long avoidance of her, to renounce his possessive claim on her, to show she couldn’t be beckoned to do what he wanted, whenever he wanted. She had saved his life, dammit, and he should show her some respect! (Of course, he had saved her life on numerous occasions but she was choosing not to think about that right now.) “You are refusing me this simple request? You will not come back to my office and talk to me?” he asked incredulously. His cold, steel blue eyes were piercing her now and the anger rolling off of him was palpable to everyone in the bar, vampire and human alike.. She tried to stand her ground but the buzz from the alcohol was making her unsteady, both physically and mentally. It was always advisable to be on top of your game when dealing with vampires and Sookie was now afraid she was going to come to regret her actions tonight. “That’s right, Eric. I am not yours and I am not obliged to go anywhere with you. So I will be leaving now.” She even stamped her feet, tantrum-style, to make her point clear. Of course she was in no condition to drive anywhere but she hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. She only wanted to be outside of Fangtasia and away from Eric’s menacing glare and the suffocating blood bond between them. However, she did not have the chance to get very far because, with lightning speed, Eric had hoisted her over his left shoulder, in a fireman’s carry, and proceeded to carry a kicking and screaming Sookie through the bar and back to his office. “HOW DARE YOU, ERIC NORTHMAN! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!!” she yelled, feeling dizzy, helpless and embarrassed about the position he was putting her in, in front of a full bar of very interested onlookers nonetheless. Eric had the decency to make sure the bottom of her short skirt was kept in place while she thrashed about, but Sookie was certainly too worked up to feel appreciative to Eric in any way. Desperate to avoid being alone with him in his office and realizing their rapid trek across the bar was coming to an end, she tried in vain to kick Eric with all she had… not a smart move. He simply grabbed her legs tightly to him, and growled, “You will stop fighting me this instant or your punishment will be even worse when we get into my office.” That threat effectively shut her up as she gulped and tried to imagine what he had in store for her. Certainly he wouldn’t harm her? They were blood bonded after all. Was he just trying to scare her? Well, it was working. As she tried to swim above her swirling fears and intoxicated thoughts, she concentrated enough to realize what Eric was feeling through the bond. Anger, definitely anger, first and foremost. Disappointment, frustration, and even jealousy (she now regretted her provocative dancing and flirting with the dark stranger she met earlier). They reached the office entrance and once inside, he kicked the door closed behind them.. Still holding Sookie firmly in place with his left arm, Eric used his right one to brush everything off of his desk. Papers, files, and desk accessories all scattered to the floor as the desktop was cleared in one giant sweep. His words had an ominous sound. “Since you continue to act like a spoiled child, Sookie, I am finally going to treat you like one.” In a quick motion, she was off of Eric’s shoulder and standing, then swiftly turned around to face the desk and bent over the desk’s edge so that her chest and head were down on the desk top. Eric tightly clamped down both of her wrists with just one of his large hands as he loomed over her. She was shaking now with fear and trepidation as he used his free hand to begin firmly swatting her backside with a few well-placed hits. She gasped with the shock of it and immediately tried to reason with her Viking. “Eric, NO! You have no right to do this to me!! STOP this instant!!” she cried out as she struggled to break free from his iron grip but with no success. “I will be glad to stop so we can talk as adults but only when you can stop your whining and tantrums,” he hissed, sending more stinging slaps to her bottom. Eric was really restraining himself. He certainly had the strength to inflict serious damage and pain to his bonded if he wished to. Bare-bottomed, over his knee and she would have been begging for mercy in no time. Eric generally preferred other, more “persuasive” and painful methods when dealing with humans but he was not willing to punish Sookie too harshly. Knowing how willful and independent she was, he feared that this whole “experience” tonight would only further complicate their ability to come to terms with their relationship. By taking the action he was taking now, he was simply trying to catch her attention and let her know he had put up with enough of her antics already. He really had no choice in the matter now, anyway. By her blatantly flirting with another man, then refusing her bonded in front of the bar patrons (and essentially calling his authority into question in front of his underlings), his hand was forced. Action had to be taken now. She certainly should have realized the position she was putting him in, but her willful and stubborn nature got in the way of prudence, once again. Sookie was mortified by what was happening to her. She had never been hit as a child and certainly had no intention of letting Eric continue his assault on her. But aside from the sheer humiliation of it, he wasn’t really hurting her at this point. In fact, a part of her (a part which she didn’t want to readily admit) was getting aroused by his spanks and domination. She tried to quickly suppress the tingly feelings coming from her center before Eric could pick up on it through the bond. No such luck. Eric was momentarily distracted by the lust he started to feel from her, which, of course, in turn aroused him. He leaned in close to her face and whispered, “Lover, do you LIKE what I am doing to you? I assure you we can arrange something on a more regular basis if you continue to be a bad girl…” Could this get any more uncomfortable and kinky? What was wrong with her? And did Eric enjoy doing this to her, too? No, no, no… she was going to set things straight and get control of her emotions. NOW. “NO Eric. I do NOT like what you are doing to me and I have no intention of there being any kind of a “regular basis” between us since I never want to see you again! I am not yours, Eric, and never will be! Now let me up!” He really wasn’t surprised by her hostile and emotional reply; she was human after all. But he was certainly not pleased about it. “No, my lover. I will not let you up. You have behaved badly and need to learn a lesson tonight.” He straightened up again and delivered a few harder spanks, gauging her reaction and hoping to quickly diminish the “lust factor” in the equation. It worked. The alcohol was finally wearing off and she felt her head clearing. She would NOT let him control her, she had to somehow reason with him. “Eric, I can’t believe that after almost three months of ignoring me, you feel you are entitled to do ANYTHING to me!” She tried to send waves of calm across the bond to him, just as he had done to her on many occasions, but he simply deflected them. “Stop and LISTEN to me… please!” “NO!” he roared. “You listen to me!” And then he smacked her on each cheek, much harder this time, to emphasize his point. She gasped with the pain of it. There was nothing sexy or stimulating about what he just did to her and she was effectively silenced. Here came the lecture and she was definitely paying attention now. “How dare you come into my bar, get drunk and throw yourself at a stranger, then dance like you’re ready to have sex with him on the dance floor!” he bellowed. He decided to really drive home the message to her. “Are you nothing more than a pathetic fangbanger? I am ashamed to be bonded to you!” Now she was crying, from both the sting of his hand and the even harsher sting of his words. He had never spoken so cruelly to her before. She was stunned by the ache of it all. He continued, “You refuse to talk to me to settle our differences in private. Instead, you choose to continually disrespect me, your bonded, in front of the entire bar, practically throwing a tantrum to get your way! Do you think you have not behaved badly tonight?” He paused for effect. “Answer me!” Sookie was unable to respond to his question. She could feel the growing shame and remorse building inside of her. During Eric’s tirade, he had been sure to “accentuate” his points in a way that was finally getting through to her. He quickly let up, though, when he felt her pain and regret coming through the bond. He knew that she was sorry but too stubborn to admit it. He would try to make this easier on her. He let go of her wrists and rubbed her back, brushing her hair away from her face as she quietly sobbed. “Do you have something you want to say to me, lover?” he gently asked her. “I hate you,” she replied quietly and without conviction. He laughed at her remark, a reaction which caught her off-guard and calmed her down. “Come now, lover. You may lie to yourself about your feelings for me, but you cannot fool me at all. We are bonded now and I know what you are feeling. And “hate” is certainly not the emotion that describes our feelings for one another, is it?” Sookie gradually stood up, her back still to Eric as she sniffled and tried to compose herself. She slowly turned around to face him. “So what would be the emotion to describe our feelings for each other, Eric?” she asked shakily. He paused before confronting what finally needed to be said aloud. “Love. Simply love,” he said. Her eyes opened wide and she swallowed hard, unable at first to respond to his open declaration of emotion. “There is nothing simple about what is between us,” she replied. Eric continued, “But we both know it is love, Sookie… we have been too stubborn to admit it. And lover, I am tired of playing these games with you.” He swept her into his arms, gently kissing the top of her head, not waiting to hear her response. But he knew from how she clung to him that she was tired of playing games as well. They embraced for a very long time: Eric quietly comforting her, smoothing her hair, simply intoxicated by her very essence; Sookie no longer running away, realizing there was no reason to keep fighting him or fighting her feelings. “I’m sorry, Eric” she finally whispered and raised her face to meet his warm gaze. “I love you.” “I am sorry, too, my lover” he whispered back. Then he bent down to finally kiss her, a tender gentle kiss that spoke only of hope, forgiveness, and most importantly, love.
Chapter 2
“Come, lover, let me take you home. Pam can handle things tonight.” Eric loosened his embrace and lifted one of Sookie’s hands to his lips, gently kissing her fingers. Sookie was mentally and physically exhausted, and certainly in no position to argue with Eric. “Okay, but let me freshen up first. I’ll be back in a minute.” Without waiting for his response, she brushed past him, left his office and sought refuge in the employee restroom down the hall. Her head was filled with a blur of emotions and she needed some time and space to gather her thoughts. She had a pounding headache and only wanted to crawl into her bed as soon as possible, preferably with a bottle of Tylenol. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she was startled to see how puffy her eyes looked from crying, how her hair looked like she hadn’t brushed it in days, and how utterly defeated her overall expression seemed. She should be happier than she was, right? Hadn’t she and Eric just admitted their true feelings for each other, acknowledging that love existed between them? Hadn’t they agreed to stop playing games? Hadn’t he just been sweet and tender and comforting? Yes, that was all true, but that hardly seemed to matter as she thought about Eric’s earlier, harsher actions: he had actually punished her, physically; he had dominated her, held her down, and treated her like she was a misbehaving child. And hadn’t a small part of her liked it for a while, before it got too intense? And that really was the sticking point for her-- reconciling the pain and the pleasure of the encounter. She could not come to terms with the fact that she was somewhat turned on by what Eric just did to her. My God, what’s wrong with me? Am I some kind of masochist or something? I must be sick, sick, sick, she worriedly thought as she looked back at the mirror. Gran would be turning over in her grave if she knew! What would anyone think if they found out? And worst of all, Eric knows my feelings now and he was aroused by it, too! Damn blood bond… She turned sideways and lifted her skirt up, daring herself to go the extra step and assess the damage. Gingerly she pushed aside her panties, enough to reveal one very red and throbbing cheek. Oowww… oh my God she thought as she continued to turn around to get a better look. “Sookie? Are you OK in there?” Pam’s voice, along with the insistent rapping on the bathroom door, jolted Sookie back to the here and now. “I’m fine… be right out!” she replied, quickly adjusting her clothing and then splashing some cold water on her face to sober herself before facing any vampires waiting outside the door. “My, my, Sookie… you look like you’ve had a time of it this evening,” Pam drawled in her typical Pam-like way as Sookie emerged from the bathroom. “It’s not very often that the bar gets to witness someone foolish enough to defy my Master in public. We were taking bets on the outcome. Glad to see you survived it,” she deadpanned, and Sookie could feel her face begin to blush. “Well, I am so glad I could provide entertainment for you and your customers, Pam. Since you seem so delighted by the outcome, am I to assume you bet against the odds?” Sookie could feel her anger rising. She was tired and in pain and did not want to deal with a smart-ass vampire right now. “I do not usually bet on long-shots but you always manage to shift the odds in your favor, Sookie, do you not?” Pam smirked, then she quickly masked all expression as she sensed Eric’s approach. He sauntered by them, handing Sookie her coat and handbag on his way to the back exit. Sookie could feel a wave of calm wash over her and knew the blasted blood bond was at work yet again. “Enough, Pam, we are going home now. Please see to the papers I left in my Outbox. Good evening.” “Good evening, Master,… Sookie, … all will be taken care of tonight.” Pam bowed slightly, and with a quick wink to Sookie she abruptly returned to the bar. Sookie called out to Eric, who was almost at the exit already. “Eric, before we leave, can you get me some Tylenol, please? My head is killing me, and my body, well, you know, I’m sore and aching right now.” He looked into her eyes with an expression mixed of pity and smugness. “Sorry, lover, but no pain killers for you-- that’s part of your punishment as well. If you had not drunk to excess this evening, your head would not be hurting right now. And if you had acted properly this evening, then your backside would not be hurting right now.” And with that he walked outside, leaving a miserable Sookie to follow behind him.
The cool night air was a welcome sensation to Sookie as they reached the parking lot and Eric led them to his corvette. “What about my car? I’m going to need it to get to work tomorrow afternoon, Eric.” Her tone was abrupt. “I’ll have one of my day-people drive it out to your home in the morning. It will be there waiting for you when you awake,” he said simply. “Perhaps you should spend the night at my house…” he trailed, waiting for her response. “Oh, no…that’s just more than I can handle right now. I want to go home to my own bed.” She kept walking towards his car, her head about to explode from her whirling thoughts and the lingering alcohol. Eric was by her side instantly, opening the car door for her like a perfect gentleman. She winced from the pain as she attempted to sit down in the cramped front seat, casting a glare at Eric as she adjusted herself and tried to deal with the discomfort involved in simply sitting down. Eric simply smiled back at her, shaking his head, hoping that the car ride would serve as a painful reminder to Sookie about her inappropriate behavior this evening. The ride to Bon Temps was uncharacteristically silent, with Sookie closing her eyes and counting the minutes until she could be home again and finally take some Tylenol. Eric decided to break the silence. “I know that you are upset with me, Sookie, but I make no apologies for my course of action with you. I hope that this will be the end of your childish behavior and that I will not have to repeat such a punishment again to make my point.” He waited for a response from her and when none was forthcoming, he continued on. “You have suffered a painful blow to your pride this evening but not much else, Sookie. Things could have gone much worse for you tonight, lover. I restrained myself for your sake.” His car slowly rolled along the gravel driveway and stopped by the back of her house just as he was finishing his last statement. Sookie sucked in a deep breath, gathering her will, and turned her pounding head to face his deep blue eyes. She tried to keep her voice steady. “Eric, I told you before that I was sorry and I meant it. I will try to “behave” better to help your precious public image but I am not a child and you are not my father. Don’t ever forget that, Eric. And it does not comfort me in the least to know that you could have hurt me worse tonight… hell, you can kill me any moment you feel like it, right?!!” Now she was working herself into a frenzy. She opened the car door and grunted in pain as she awkwardly maneuvered herself out of the front seat. “And I don’t care if you do love me, Eric Northman…. withholding Tylenol from me right now is just plain sadistic!” And with that she slammed the car door and stomped off to her back porch. As she fumbled with the house key, unable to make a sensational exit from Eric, she started to cry despite her best efforts to hold herself together in front of him. Eric was out of the car in a flash; his strong arms circled around her and his large chest pressed against her back as she continued to cry. “Sookie, everything is OK. You’ve been through a lot this evening but things will look clearer tomorrow, I promise.” He knew he could soothe her through the blood bond but he purposely held back. She needed to feel what she needed to feel, without his influence this time. After she had finally settled down on her own, she turned to face him. “Eric…I know we still have a lot to talk about and I hope we’re able to do that sometime soon.” She paused as she stumbled for the exact words she wanted to say to him. “Loving you is… so complicated… and not something that’s easy for me to do. But I do love you, Eric, and I want this to work out for us even though I’m scared… and confused… and afraid of getting hurt again…” “Shhh, don’t be afraid,” Eric purred. “I would never willingly hurt you, Sookie; you know that, don’t you?” She softly chuckled at the irony of his remark, taking one of his hands and gently placing it on her sore backside. “Oh, really?” she asked. “Well, I would never hurt your heart, Sookie. Believe me when I say that.” He bent to softly kiss her along her neck, sending a delicious tingle of pleasure down her spine. Eric leaned in close to seductively whisper in her ear, and although she couldn’t see it, she could sense his mischievous grin as he added: “Besides, if I ever need to make a point with you again, my lover, I will have to choose a different method, one which you will not enjoy so much.”
FIN
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