AN: The previous chapter was fairly realistic, but I will be taking major creative liberties in this chapter with Sookie’s actions…Gonna shake things up a little bit. 🙂 If lemons offend, don’t read.
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Unbeta’d and quickly written, so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors.
Sookie couldn’t see his face but she could make out the shadowy outline of his muscular frame in the room, which was lit solely by moonlight filtering through the window.
“Come here, Sookie.” Eric’s silky baritone caused chill bumps down her arms. His voice prohibited any refusal and drew her in.
She slowly walked towards him.
“Stop. Stop there.”
“Now, take off your dress.”
She hesitated but complied, untying the side tie of her black wrap dress. She let it drop to the floor and stood in matching lace bra, thong, and stilettos. He had been specific about what he wanted…
She saw him stir in his seat as he inhaled shakily.
She stood still for several seconds, painfully aware of the sound of her hammering heartbeat in her ears.
He spoke low. “Turn around.”
“Take off your bra.”
She reached behind her and undid the hooks, shimmying the straps off her arms. The bra dropped to the ground.
His voice hitched slightly as he continued. “Cross your ankles and bend over.”
She paused. There was no going back now, was there? No more professional boundaries keeping them apart…
She crossed her legs at the ankles as she slowly bent down and grasped her shins. Her long hair reached the floor and obscured her view of him.
She heard the crisp sound of fabric moving on leather as he sat up in the chair. His breathing became noticeably heavier…and then…a soft thud. She began to turn her head but he called out, “Don’t move.”
She froze, the blood rushing to her head and to her groin, which throbbed heavily and dripped with thick moisture.
She gasped as he quickly pulled her wrists together, binding them roughly but expertly with her bra. He stayed behind her, out of her line of sight. She felt fingertips ghosting up her legs, starting at her ankles and lightly teasing up her thighs. They stopped on her ass, where they began to grasp and knead. She began to tremble and swayed, momentarily losing her balance but was stayed by a strong hand on her hip. He began massaging her ass again, pulling and pinching the skin and muscle. He stopped. Suddenly, she flinched, her lower body jerking as the delicate lingerie was ripped from her body. She continued to keep her head down but followed the arc of her panties with her eyes as he tossed them aside.
“Can I…can I straighten up now?” She whispered.
“No.” His tone was steel covered in sticky sweet, dark chocolate.
She swallowed and took a deep breath, but maintained her bent over position.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Real good…In fact, so good I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?’
She whimpered softly, a nonverbal assent.
“Yes, kitten. Close your eyes now.”
She complied, closing her eyes as her body shuddered.
Without warning, his hands spread her ass as he stuck his tongue deep into her pussy. He began to alternate between holes, hungrily delving into her while keeping her cheeks spread wide. The vulnerability of her position while being subjected to his merciless tongue brought her to a sudden, jolting orgasm. She cried out as her knees buckled.
He steadied her, moving his hands on her legs, forcing her to uncross her ankles and spread her feet far apart. Satisfied with her position, he grunted to himself and then renewed his oral assault. After several relentless minutes, he paused and licked his lips. “Mmm, you taste so sweet. Sweet, sweet Sookie….Do you want me to fuck you now?”
He pinched her nipples. Hard. “What’s that, kitten? I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, Eric. Oh God, please…,” she gasped.
She felt the air move as he stood and unzipped his pants. In one fluid thrust, he impaled her on his cock, roughly shoving his large member into her channel.
She screamed in agonized pleasure.
Sookie bolted up on the couch, breathing heavily.
“Shit! Holy shit,” she panted, heart pounding out of her chest. Disoriented, she glanced at the clock. Three a.m. Good Christ, she had fallen asleep on the couch while watching the movie. The dvd had reset back to the menu, and was playing music and clips from “The Count of Monte Cristo.”
She sat up and noticed that her thighs were drenched with her arousal and had soaked through the back of her bathrobe. Her mouth felt dry, as if she had been chewing cotton for hours. She swung her legs over the side of the couch and half stumbled to the kitchen. She filled a glass with water from the fridge tap and gulped it down. Wiping her mouth, she went into the bathroom and hastily peed and brushed her teeth before falling down into bed. She rolled over and set the alarm for 6 a.m. She had to be at the jail in the morning to finish up the second half of Northman’s forensic evaluation.
“That’s the last time I drink wine on an empty stomach right after a jail eval,” she muttered under her breath. Her thoughts returned to her client. Her mysterious, gorgeous client who now haunted her dreams…
She chastised herself. She was a professional. What the hell was wrong with her? Well, after she finished the evaluation and the court testimony, she’d never see him again.
For some reason, the thought distressed her.
She shook her head, disgusted with herself. “Go to sleep, Sookie,” she admonished.
“What do you mean, ‘Mr. Northman is in the infirmary?'” Sookie frowned at the corrections officer.
The woman huffed, irritated that she had to explain herself. “I mean exactly what I said, Dr. Stackhouse. He can’t finish the rest of your eval today because he’s in the infirmary.”
Sookie shook her head. “He seemed perfectly healthy yesterday…” Her voice trailed as she looked at the officer, who was smirking at her.
“What?” Sookie felt annoyed at her obvious amusement, at her expense.
“Well, he’s sick now. He’s in there ’cause he got jumped. I told you that’s what happens to child killers. Prison code.”
Sookie turned and without another word walked straight out of the building back to her car. She put her testing kit and briefcase in the trunk and sat in the driver’s seat. She felt stunned. It was so…strange. He had seemed so healthy and full of life, despite his obvious distress and dismay at his situation.
She pondered the officer’s words, perplexed. His height and musculature alone would make him a formidable opponent. She also remembered reading somewhere online that he was a black belt in mixed martial arts, so she suspected he had been attacked by more than one man. But he was in Ad Seg, essentially in solitary confinement. The only way he could have been “jumped” would have been through the deliberate inaction of the guards. Something wasn’t right…Her “spider sense” was tingling. She had a hunch that it wasn’t just “prison justice” at play…
Although she knew it unorthodox and potentially could jeopardize her standing as an “impartial” evaluator, she couldn’t help herself….there was something about Eric Northman that had struck a chord with her. She swallowed thickly, remembering her dream earlier that morning.
She started the SUV and drove around to the other side of the correctional complex, where the new, self-contained jail hospital was located. She showed the guard her i.d. and explained she was visiting a client. He stared at her for a few seconds when she revealed which inmate she was visiting but then silently handed her license to her and waved her in.
She received similar treatment when she entered the infirmary, but the officer handed her a visitor badge nonetheless and informed her where he was located. When she got to his room, she noticed a guard standing outside. He stopped her.
“Sorry, ma’am. Only one visitor at a time allowed in the room.”
Sookie frowned. “Okay. Um, do you mind me asking who is visiting with him?”
He shrugged. “His attorney. Supposedly.” He rolled his eyes, conveying his disinterest in the subject.
“Oh. Well, that’s good. I needed to talk to her anyways. Would you mind telling her that Dr. Stackhouse is outside the room?”
“Yeah, I guess.” He turned and ducked in the room. “Dr. Stackhouse wants to talk to ya’.” After relaying his message, he returned to his post, an expression of total boredom on his face.
Sookie only had to wait a few seconds before the attorney came out of the room, softly closing the door. Pamela Ravenscroft was probably a little shorter than her, but with her four-inch heels, stood slightly taller than her since Sookie tended to wear flats or low heels when working (her feet and back always hurt by the end of the day when she wore heels higher than two inches). Her pale blonde hair was swept up into a chignon and lavender skirt suit was impeccable and set off by a strand of pearls at her neck. Despite her well-coiffed, junior league appearance her eyes burned with a frightening intensity. To say she looked pissed was an understatement.
Pam sneered at her, unable to suppress her anger. “Dr. Stackhouse. What a surprise. I suspect you won’t be able to finish your evaluation of my client today. Or tomorrow for that matter, so you might as well turn right back around since you are wasting your time. I will be in touch with Stan Davis, who will let you know when he’s healthy enough to complete the assessment.”
Sookie blinked. Shit. How could she explain that she was there for an informal visit without jeopardizing her role in the case? Her mind raced.
“Ms. Ravenscroft, I am aware that your client is ill. I was just going to check on him briefly. You know, his medical issues could impact his psychological status…” Her voice trailed as she realized how lame her excuse sounded.
Pam’s expression thawed. She no longer appeared pissed. She looked…curious.
“Hmm. Here in a non-professional capacity? That doesn’t sound like something you’d do, Dr. Stackhouse. Is there another reason-”
“No, no,” Sookie hurriedly interrupted. “I…I, well…” She stopped and blew out a breath, deciding to tell the attorney the truth. “I just think this is weird as hell. He was completely healthy, nothing wrong with him yesterday. And now today, I’m told he’s sick and there may be evidence that he was assaulted. I guess I wanted to see for myself…”
Pam’s eyes flashed in anger, but Sookie realized she wasn’t angry with her. She was furious about what had happened to her client.
Pam pulled Sookie by the arm, leading her further down the hall and away from the guard, who didn’t pay them the slightest bit of attention.
Pam spoke low, under her breath. “You bet your sweet ass this is “weird as hell.” It looks like he was attacked early this morning, before dawn. And the guard logs indicate he was checked on every two hours, as per policy. But the video footage mysteriously shows snow during a two-hour window when he was unsupervised, from about 3 to 5am. He was discovered unconscious on the floor of his cell, face down. He has bruises on his face, neck, upper body, arms…they had to transfuse him several pints of blood due to blood loss.”
Sookie inhaled sharply. “My God…what the hell happened?”
Pam laughed bitterly. “Someone or several someones got to him, simple as that. I’m fucking furious that the tape is blacked out. Without that I am limited in what I can do in terms of hanging specific individuals by their nutsacks, but I am petitioning to have him moved to a different facility after he recovers. I’m also going to file a suit against-”
“Can I see him?” Sookie blurted out.
Pam raised a well-manicured eyebrow. “Why? I just told you what happened…and he’s still out of it. They have him heavily medicated, and thank God there was no swelling in his brain. He does have a mild concussion, though. He’s not going to know you’re there. You’d be wasting your time.”
Sookie laughed weakly. “Well, since I’m here, I thought I might just look in on him for a second and then I’ll head on out.”
Pam nodded her head slowly, shrewdly guessing that the psychologist may just have a non-professional interest in Eric Northman. Hell, if she wasn’t a lesbian, she would have too. The man was gorgeous.
“All right, Dr. Stackhouse. I’ll wait outside the door while you visit “for a second.”
Sookie blushed and nodded her head. She headed back towards the room as the guard turned and opened the door for her.
The room was Spartan, holding two hospital beds that could be partitioned off by a curtain in the middle. The other bed was vacant, however.
Eric had an IV hooked to him, as well as blood pressure monitor. He was pale, his former healthy skin tone ashen. His handsome face was badly bruised, as was his neck. It looked as if he had been choked. She couldn’t see the rest of his body since he was covered by a sheet and hospital gown.
She felt shocked. He must have been beaten severely…and why the hell wasn’t he in a real hospital? He looked bad off enough to be in an ICU. Did he not need surgery for internal bleeding? If he had that much blood loss, you would think there would have been internal damage. She had more questions than answers. Her sixth sense was screaming at her. In addition to the assault, something was off…something wasn’t right here, but she didn’t know what exactly or how to go about finding out.
She stepped up to the side of his bed. Despite his pallor and bruising, he was still beautiful. She tentatively reached out a shaky hand and brushed his hair back from his forehead. His dark blond hair was still streaked with blood although it looked like there had been an attempt to clean him.
She bent down and whispered to him, “I’m going to help find out what happened. You stay strong, Eric.”
She straightened up and walked out of the room. Pam was waiting at the door. Her expression softened as she looked Sookie up and down, noticing how shaken she appeared.
“Well, doc, any insights?”
Sookie motioned with her head for Pam to follow her back to their previous spot.
“Something is off…it doesn’t feel right to me.”
Pam frowned. “What do you mean, “doesn’t feel right”? Of course it doesn’t, he had the shit beaten out of him.”
“No. Not that. I mean I think someone is trying to send him and us a message.”
“To back off. To stay quiet. To watch our step…I just don’t buy that this is simple “prison justice.”
Sookie looked Pam in the eye. “Please keep me posted as to his recovery, Ms. Ravenscroft. You have my contact information.”
Pam nodded, narrowing her eyes as she appraised her with sharp interest.
She continued staring thoughtfully as Sookie turned and quickly walked away.
Review if you like.
This was so good. I loved the sexy lemons at the beginning. I agree, something isn’t right. The video feed was messed with. Eric was beaten near death. I think someone is trying to send a message. I hope Sookie and Pam will find answers.