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"Pam. So you usually dress like a...dominatrix...at the club?" Sookie asked Pam uncertainly from where they were both sat on the couch in her living room.
"Yes," Pam supplied no further information as that was her way.
Gosh, she was going to make Sookie continue and Sookie didn't know if she could continue. Even saying the word dominatrix out loud was enough to make her blush and Gran would be rolling in her grave at her current thoughts.
"I was wondering if you could be that way with me-"
"Oh sugar. You're not ready for that. You can't even look at me and say the words and you're heart rate. Your blood smells delicious," Pam's tongue darted out, swiping at her lips once as Sookie remained in eye contact, but just barely, the family pulse of sensation from down below rearing its head.
"We don't have to do everything all at once. How about we start with something small?"
Sookie nodded her head, "Yes, something small." Then a moment later said, "like what?"
In a flash Pam had both turned off the TV, they had been watching some vampire tv show of no consequence, she did not sparkle, and had changed into her all black shiny leather outfit that was fit for Fangtasia. Gone was the pink velour tracksuit.
And with another whoosh of motion Sookie's world quite literally tipped upside and cascaded around her as the book she was holding, 101 ways to please your vampire partner, fell to the floor, and she was ass up over Pam's lap.
Sookie let out a very childish giggle but it abruptly cut off when Pam's caressing hand tapped her on the rear.
"Pam. What are you doing?"
"Punishing you."
The hand slapped her again, and again, and again. Each time harder than the last as Sookie tried to understand what she had done wrong.
"Why?"
"You know why," each one of Pam's words was punctuated with another spank and Sookie desperately tried to move her legs, wanting friction where she needed it most. The pulses of sensation were more rapid and she needed something more.
The spanking stopped and Sookie keened.
"Ah. Ah. Ah. I guess you need some more punishment," And then Sookie felt the cold air on her ass, even before she heard the fabric tearing from where Pam's primely pampered nails had sliced through it.
And then pure pleasure and delight rained down upon her as the hits started coming in faster, reddening her to Pam's specifications.
"Pam. I need...you. I need...I need...," Sookie could barely breathe as she felt the pressure building and all she needed was Pam.
Pam acquiesced and Sookie's world turned again, this time her back was on the sofa and Pam was between her legs, fangs descended, fingers sliding in and out of her wetness, slipping into her without any trouble.
And then her fingers were fucking in and out of her, her ass chafing against the sofa cushions and remnants of her ripped jeans, but the pain added to her heightened pleasure and Sookie finally fell over the edge when Pam's fangs kissed the skin of her inner thigh, drawing her blood from her.
"Very sweet," Sookie heard Pam say as she came down from her high.
Sookie could only say back, "Not really."