Dear readers,

This is a darker spin on the Season Three, Episode Ten scene between Eric and Sookie. This story will deal with mature themes and sexuality (including some non-consensual elements, dominance/submission, violence, etc). As is usually the case between Eric and Sookie, things WILL end well, and on a definite high note. However, if this type of content offends you, I would not encourage you to read this story. I am exploring Eric's darker side (because he is, after all, a VAMPIRE!), but he does care for and even *gulp* love Sookie, no matter what may pass between them. Sookie kind of has it coming to her (you know it, don't act shocked!). This is fiction, not reality; it is also a product of my fantasies/imagination, so please don't think I condone domestic violence and non-consensual sexual acts, because I certainly do not. For Eric/Sookie, however, this particular shoe fits in the context of their characters and their relationship. If you are so kind as to leave a review, I would ask that you not rant about my personal take on this scene (i.e. the violence, the non-consensual, etc), and instead focus on the story itself and whether it "works" (gets you hot, gets you interested). Thanks!

Update - 10/12/06 - Thank you to everyone who has read and/or commented on this chapter! I value every comment and I hope I can put them to use with future chapters of this story :D I'm so happy that some of you love the Eric I am attempting to portray here: dominant, sexy as all hell and a little dangerous too! ;) I should be updating this story with one or two chapters by Wednesday evening or early Thursday. I wanted to update sooner, but I have term papers and exams to deal with... Anyways, thank you again!

"Eric, where in the hell have you been? I am not some kind of prisoner you can just lock up anytime you feel like taking off," Sookie trailed off, the anger rolling off of her body in large, almost tangible waves. She had been left waiting in Eric's office after Pam had called Eric out because of some "vampire emergency." Patience was really not Sookie's strong suit.

Eric paused for a moment in the door frame, considering the petite and fiery woman before him. A part of him admired her rebellious, defiant nature; another part of him wanted nothing more than to possess and dominate that nature. He was determined that she know, finally, who she was dealing with.

He was Eric Northman, a one thousand year old Viking vampire who was used to getting exactly what he wanted, and he was not about to let that change because of one willful human girl—because Sookie was, most definitely, a child in all respects with her hands on the hips, her toe tapping, and her inpatient and disrespectful demeanor…

He had to put her in her place. He would put her in her place.

"Actually, you are." Eric closed the space between them in two quick strides and threw Sookie up over his shoulders before she knew what had happened. He gripped her upper thighs below her ass tightly with one arm as she struggled against his iron hold, grabbing frantically at the shelving in his office and yelling her lungs off.

"Fighting will NOT improve your situation, little one. I suggest you cease this pointless struggling. I will not tolerate further disobedience from you any longer. I have been patient enough as it as." Eric emphasized this point with one quick and directed smack upon her ample bottom. He proceeded to drag her, kicking and screaming, out of his office and down the dark basement stairs of Fangtasia.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you," Sookie screamed pointlessly.

"You were right," Eric replied calmly with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"LET. ME. GO!" Sookie shrieked with all her might as Eric reached the bottom of the staircase. Sookie attempted one last time to free herself, striking her capturer as hard as she could with her fists. She grabbed at his flaxen hair and pulled.

Eric found Sookie's struggling almost comical, but he stop himself short of laughing at her.

"As you wish," Eric spat out in response to her demand. He dropped Sookie off of his shoulders as if she were nothing but a sack of flour. She fell painfully upon the cold cement on her ass, falling backwards and crying out as her head bounced off the floor.

Before she cold contemplate a single thought, Eric was crouched in front of her locking a thick metal collar around her neck. He smirked at her as he heard the metal lock click into place. There was no way she'd be able to struggle against this.

"I hate to resort to such crude measures, my lover" he purred into her ear, "but you leave me absolutely no choice. Your blatant disregard for my authority and for my continued efforts to ensure your safety have left you as you are now, chained in my basement like a pet—albeit a safe pet."

He gently patted her head, smiling at that thought. "Perhaps when you settle down, come to your senses, and apologize, I will reconsider releasing you from this bondage... however delicious and helpless you may look in it to me at the moment." He sighed dramatically, raising an eyebrow to give her a sultry wiggle that suggested so much more than Sookie could fully comprehend in her inexperience and in her innocence.

"ERIC!" Sookie screamed with all her might, "IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO RIGHT THIS INSTANT, I WILL…"

Eric silenced her with a rough slap to her cheek, hard enough to certainly leave a mark and cause Sookie to cry out, but not with enough force to seriously injure her (unless you counted her pride, which was being assaulted as it had never been assaulted before). Sookie stared wide-eyed at Eric, cupping her cheek in the palm of her hand, which had instantly begun to swell and colour. Eric was reminded of ripe fruit, begging to be eaten…

"You will what, Miss. Stackhouse?" Eric snarled darkly. Wishing to impress upon his prisoner the seriousness of the situation, Eric gripped her light blonde pony tail in his left hand and yanked her backwards, dragging her body closer to him in the process so that she lay parallel to his own body, fully exposed in front of him on the damp and dirty floor.

"Sookie, you will listen to me fully and completely, and you will NOT utter a single syllable until I am done. IS THAT CLEAR?" he bellowed fiercely, snarling and growling.

Sookie, gasping and fighting back tears, nodded in fear as she looked up into his face. Eric had exercised a certain amount of dominance and authority toward her before in their encounters, but only half-heartedly and playfully-this was a whole new level of control that had her shivering and panicking to her very core.

Eric softened the grip on her hair by a fraction, using his right hand to tilt her chin so he met her stare. "I am not purposely trying to be cruel, nor am I necessarily enjoying the pain that you are experiencing at the moment… Although, it does please me to see you finally in a submissive position." At the word "submissive," Sookie tried to jerk her face out of his grip, but Eric held tight and his mouth set in a firm line. "I will repeat: do NOT try to fight me. I am a thousand times stronger than you, and if I so wished, I could have you screaming in agony, begging me with all your might." He smirked at the word "begging" and Sookie involuntarily shuddered.

"I will ask you a series of questions, and a single nod or shake will suffice as an answer. Do not try to lie, because I will certainly know if you are deceiving me. Is this clear, Miss. Stackhouse?" he tested her, resuming a tight grip on her hair, giving a cautionary pull to remind her of the precarious situation she was in.

Sookie breathed in deeply, trying to make sense of all that had passed-so quickly-this evening. One moment she and Eric were locked tightly in an intimate embrace, kissing like eternal lovers and the next, she was chained in his basement. Her skin flushed at the all-too recent memory and she felt a familiar tingle begin to twitch between her legs. Eric cocked an eyebrow again, taking in the subtle change in aroma.

Fear was an exquisite smell to behold, but especially when laced with arousal.

Sookie stared into Eric's brilliant azure eyes and felt a strange mixture of safety, loathing, lust and dread. Sookie certainly didn't understand what Eric was getting at, but she did know that he was serious-dead serious.

Sookie gulped, and nodded.

"Excellent." Eric ran a finger along her jawbone before resting his hand upon her throat, taking hold of her firmly but not painfully. "First question: did you enjoy my kissing you before? Answer truthfully now…" He bore into her eyes, not allowing her to move a single inch or take her eyes off of him.

Sookie refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing just what his kiss had done for her. If Eric really knew the extent to which she craved him, she would have no chance in hell of getting out of his basement without some very serious consequences.

Slowly, but surely, trying to remain dignified, Sookie shook her head. Eric looked amused for a split second, disbelief showing in his bright eyes momentarily, and then resumed his infamous cold stare that could freeze fire.

"Tut tut, Miss. Stackhouse… I had hoped for a little compliance and common sense, but I can see I have not made the right… what is the word… impression." Releasing his hand from her throat, but still holding her in place by her hair, he snaked his hand down her body, lightly caressing her skin through the flimsy, worn fabric of her clothing. Sookie let out a stifled moan, not believing that this could actually be happening to her. Finally, he reached her womanhood and grabbed it with such force that Sookie let out a loud gasp and squirmed against his touch. This was not at all pleasant: it was rough, frantic, and most of all, greedy. She knew, without a doubt, that she would be covered in bruises the next day.

Eric smiled broadly at Sookie, watching as she futilely attempted to fight her way out of his clutches. He let out a low, seductive chuckle. "Struggling only makes it more pleasurable for me and more difficult for you, little one." Eric could indeed feel a large and urgent tightness beneath his dark jeans that was begging for release. He gritted his teeth and bade his willful manhood to behave, at least for the moment...

Eric's great hand began to roam back and forth over her delicate, perfumed mound. He could vividly imagine the beauty hid beneath her plain shorts and excited, he began to rub her more forcefully. He knew he was hurting her, but he didn't care. Catching a hint of wetness between her legs, he ripped her shorts from her body in one single motion, leaving her before him in only her white underwear, which he was pleased to note was indeed wet. He slowly slipped his hand inside her panties, caressing first her gold curls then delving between her warm folds. Taking two of his fingers, he roughly pushed himself inside of her, causing Sookie to arch back and let out a cry. His touch was not meant to comfort Sookie, but to inform her, to instruct her, and to scare her, even. There would be a time, very soon, when Sookie would willingly seek out Eric's touch and reciprocate it too.

Sookie let out an animalistic cry as Eric's petting became more violent. "Eric, please, stop… You're hurting me. PLEASE." Tears began to flow down her rose-hued cheeks and Eric enjoyed seeing the power he had over a woman that had tormented his thoughts for so long.

"Have you forgotten so soon? Remain silent and remain still, woman," he growled, jerking her head lower to the ground by her hair while removing his fingers from her tight passage to administer one final squeeze to her womanhood with as much force as he could manage without breaking her in half. "Or else, things will become much more… unpleasant for you." Sookie stilled her body, and choked back the tears.

"Good girl," Eric purred as he stopped groping her body, removing his hand and bringing it up to his mouth, savoring the scent of her sex on his hand. "Oh, the pleasures of punishment are sweet, are they not?" His eyes smoldered into Sookie's, piercing her to the very depths of her soul.

Without hesitation or warning, he swooped down upon her face and forced her plump lips apart, his tongue demanding entrance. Sookie tried to resist as best she could, but stopped when she felt his fangs click into place. Her mouth open slightly and Eric took the opportunity. He penetrated her mouth quickly and swiftly, letting his fangs graze her lips and tongue, little streaks of blood rising to the surface.

Eric continued to assault her mouth, until he knew he had made his point known and known well. Raising his face slightly off of hers, he whispered menacingly to her: "So, I will ask again: DOSE. MY. KISS. AROUSE. YOU?" Sookie could feel her own body betraying her, the juices of her tight passage leaking into her panties and collecting into a warm puddle between her legs.

Humiliated and defeated, Sookie nodded, yielding to Eric as she never thought she would.

Eric smiled triumphantly.

What choice did she have?

"Now, let us discuss the appropriate punishment for you…" Eric began.

Sookie opened her mouth to protest, and then thought better of it. Eric smiled at her; she was learning.

"You may speak, Sookie," he said, relishing the authority he had over her.

"I don't understand Eric," Sookie choked out, "Why are you doing this? What did I do to you? Why am I down here? Why are you hurting me? And why in the hell do you think I deserve punishment?" She spat the last part out, letting the anger she was feeling out as much as she could.

"You need to understand that these games you have been playing with me cannot go on any longer. I am a vampire, and I will NOT be toyed with. When you yielded to me earlier with a kiss, I finally had the proof that all of your 'supposed' hatred and fighting against me had been for show. It is obvious that you desire me, as I desire you, little one…" He ran his fingers over her cheek as he spoke. "This," he motioned to the basement and to her metal collar, "are for your protection as much as they are for my benefit. Russell is on the loose, he wants you, and it is my responsibility to protect you. Indeed, it is my pleasure and my right. Bill is an idiot if he thinks he can keep you safe; he is weak, inept, and above all, self-serving. Know that whilst you are with me, no harm from Russell will come to you."

Sookie picked up on the specification that no harm would come from Russell…

What about Eric though? She shuddered.

Eric continued. "You are strong, even for a human, and I know that unless I take certain measures, you would inevitably try to flee from me. And that I cannot permit. I regret that you are suffering at the moment, but know that you alone can change your circumstances. As for your punishment, you need to realize that rebelling against me, hitting me, or fighting me will result in a physical reprimand. I am skilled at many, many forms of torture and punishment… but also of pleasure." He winked as he said the last part.

Eric stood up in front of Sookie. "I tire of this talking…" Eric released Sookie's hair and gripping both of her arms, yanked her to her feet in one motion. Eric pressed her body up against a metal column, raising her hands above her head to secure with two metal cuffs. Restrained by both a collar, attached to a long, long chain that hung from the ceiling, and her hand restraints, Eric stepped back to admire the vision before him.

In her current position, Sookie's breasts pushed dangerously against the fabric of her flimsy shirt and Eric could see the faint outline of her nipples through the fabric. Her panties were still on, although they were dirty and wet with her juices.

Eric sauntered casually over to one of the walls of the basement, and opened a cupboard, revealing a range of what looked to Sookie like torture tools: rope, handcuffs, whips, paddles. She blushed when she noticed what looked like a giant sex toy, bright pink in colour. She shuddered and started to buck against her restraints.

Eric was on her in an instant, stilling her body. "Oh Sookie… I do love your passion." He licked her cheek, savoring the sweet taste of her soft skin. "We'll start out with a mild punishment, which I think you might come to enjoy." He unfastened her hands from the column, but not from the cuffs, and brought her hands behind her back. He guided her over to a large chair and after he had sat down, pulled her roughly across his lap so that she was lying face down.

"I think a spanking should suffice for the moment…"

"OH HELL NO!" Sookie began to struggle wildly, bucking her body and trying to squirm out of his grasp. Eric could feel his manhood begin to stir as Sookie's warm body rocked against it. She used her legs and managed one quick kick to Eric's head before he decided enough was enough.

Holding her firmly in place, he raised his left hand and brought it quickly down on her thinly covered ass. The sound echoed off the basement walls and Sookie cried out in pain.

"Mmm, I could get used to this, Sookie," Eric said as he brought his hand down on her tender flesh again and again. The sound of his hand as it slapped down on her backside was causing his manhood to stir even more against his tight jeans, and Sookie could feel it press into her lower abdomen. Continuing to spank her, he focused on the backs of her thighs as well, hitting them until they glowed bright crimson. He moved back to her ass and administered twenty spanks to each cheek. He pulled down her panties-Sookie cried out at that-and marveled at the shades of red that were blooming across her delicate flesh.

Sookie sobbed, letting her head hang as low as it would go. She couldn't believe she had just gotten a spanking from Eric Northman! Eric heard the soft crying and sympathized with her plight for a moment. He began to rub her back slowly in small circles, trying to calm her down like one would an infant. He would show her he could be both tough and tender.

"Now, now… enough crying, little one. That was just a taste of what I could do to you if you refuse to comply with my wishes in the future." Eric stood up, placing Sookie firmly on her feet. She swayed momentarily then regained her balance. She looked down, mortified to see and feel that her underwear was half off of her ass and her shirt had ridden up her torso.

"Now, I want you to thank me nicely for giving you a spanking," Eric said slowly but calmly, looking at her expectantly, arms crossed against his broad, muscular chest.

Sookie's mouth fell open at the request. "Oh the absolute fucking nerve of him! Who does he think he is? He's NOT going to get away with this, no sir…" Sookie thought to herself. Eric saw the anger flit across her eyes and was quite anxious to hear her reply.

"Say it, Sookie."

Sookie looked away for a moment, collected herself as best she could, and gave him a cold hard stare. "Eric, go fuck yourself." The words gave Sookie a temporary confidence and she continued. "There's no way in hell I will EVER thank you for what you have just done to me, you cold, dead asshole."

Eric let out a low, but dark chuckle. "Oh dear… someone has an extremely filthy mouth. I think it needs to be washed out with soap." He grabbed Sookie around her waist with one arm, and dragged her over to the bare shower fixture on the far side of the basement. He raised her arms above her head, attaching them to a metal clip that hung from the ceiling.

Just how many chains and restraints does he fucking have? Sookie wondered in despair.

Eric reached around her body, grabbed a bottle of liquid soap and towered over her body.

"Open your mouth." Sookie hesitated. "Open your fucking mouth, NOW!" Sookie looked up at his face, and decided if he was going to play nasty, then so was she. She arched her head back slightly… and then spat in his face. Before she could even think, Eric had shoved her against the shower wall, cracking some of the tiles in the process. He let out a horrific growl, grasping her throat tightly with one hand, fangs down as far as they would go.

"Wrong move, . Wrong fucking move."

Sookie regretted it the moment she had done it… "Eric, I'm sorr-…" She didn't get to finish her apology though, because Eric had taken the opportunity and shoved the tip of the soap dispenser into her mouth, squeezing a large amount onto her tongue. Sookie sputtered and fought him, but he continued to squeeze until the dispenser was empty, the soap spilling out of her mouth, covering her chin and running down onto her chest. Sookie continue to gag while Eric calmly took a step back, the great anger he had felt a moment before still present but subsiding. She would really be the death of him. And herself, it seemed.

He wanted to embrace her, comfort her and love her, but he fought against the urge. Tonight was not a night for affection. Tonight was a night of lessons.

Eric glanced at his watch, and then up to Sookie. "Oh dear, it is almost dawn. Maybe you will have cooled off by the time I wake up," he suggested, raising an eyebrow that implied that he didn't think that was a likely possibility. He turned to go and Sookie screamed out. Eric had expected that, and smiled.

"Eric! Please, don't leave me down here," she choked, trying to spit out the remaining soap in her mouth. "I'm cold, please… Can't I at least have some water?"

Eric turned back to her, considering for a moment. "Alright, if you so wish…" He walked back to the shower, reached for the nozzle and turned the water on. It shot out ice cold water and he lifted it to Sookie's mouth. Sookie drank from it greedily, trying to rid the horrible taste of the soap from her mouth even though the water was like liquid daggers against her skin. The water was flowing down her body, and she was absolutely soaked. Eric glanced down, pleased to see that her nipples were poking through, fully alert, and her lovely curls showing through her now translucent underwear.

"Enough?" Eric asked roughly. Sookie nodded. He turned the water off, reached up to loosen the slack on the chain attached to the ceiling (enough so that she wouldn't have to stand all night with her hands above her head) and turned toward the staircase.

"Are you kidding me? You can't just leave me down here-I'm wet and freezing!" Sookie whined.

"Yes, you most certainly are wet…" Eric smirked suggestively. "And actually, I can just leave you down here. You will not die from one night of discomfort. In fact, it might help your disposition. However…" He reached into his pocket, pulling out of fabric gag. "I think that this is necessary, since you seem incapable of being able to ever shut that delicious mouth of yours." He tied it around her mouth, but not before Sookie tried to bite his hand. That got Sookie a firm slap on her wet behind, which stung even more than before. She squirmed against him and he smiled.

"Goodnight, little one. Sleep well. I know I will…" He bent to her face and kissed her forehead with such tenderness that it surprised both Sookie and himself. He gave her one last wistful look, then walked up the staircase, turned off the light and locked the door.

TO BE CONTINUED….

(And don't worry! Sookie will find herself in a MUCH more agreeable and warm position by the time she wakes up! *hint hint* ;) )