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Ascent to Power	By : Hot4Gerry Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5436 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Nine
Cruel Intentions

One evening after spending several hours at the theatre and dining Erik and Susan were headed for Susan's home. The poor woman had no idea this would be the last time she saw Erik. Erik had meant to tell her after the performance they had been enjoying. Her hand undoing his trousers somewhat took his mind away from any thought of informing her he would not be seeing her again.

They had a box in an upper tier, but still anyone who had a pair of opera glasses could see plainly what they were doing. This added chance of discovery made the pleasure of her mouth on his hardened flesh twice as exciting. With his hands on either side of her head Erik plunged into her warm mouth. Her tongue glided along his hard length. As he neared his climax he forced her head into a quicker rhythm.

Just as he spilled into her mouth the intensity was so strong he could not refrain from groaning out loud, "Fuck. Oh fuck that is so good."

All around them whispers could be heard. Someone shouted out from another box, "God damn right it is fucking good." Apparently this person thought he was making a comment about the performance. In truth Erik could hardly recall what it was they had been listening to or seeing. His interest had waned somewhat when Susan had begun to play with his cock. When she had undone his trousers, then got down on her knees, taking him in her mouth he could not have cared if the whole fucking place burned to the ground.

During the coach ride home Susan and Erik continued to caress each other. Erik was aroused again. He tried to get Susan to straddle his cock so they could fuck in the back of the coach. She wanted a bed. Erik just wanted to fuck her. He had not planed on staying with her longer than the performance. Of course he had also not intended to ride home with her, as he had thought they would have ended their relationship by now.

The coach slowed and Erik made no move to get out of the carriage. Susan turned to Erik and asked, "Aren't you coming in? I had hoped you would spend the night. You never have before. I thought we might have breakfast together then have an early morning ride. I have some friends coming for lunch as well as my mother and father. I wanted them to meet you. I have told them about you and they are looking forward to making your acquaintance."

Wanting to have sex but not wanting to spend the night Erik debated on how he should reply. He wanted the comfort and quiet of his own bed but needed a soft willing body. His animal urges needed to be stroked but his mind rejected the obligation to spend more time than was necessary to reach his goal. His cock made its wishes known by throbbing in wanton pleas to enter her wetness.

He did not want to lie to her so he refrained from making any reply at all. He grabbed her roughly before she could turn to open the door of the carriage. Distraction should quiet her harping tongue. He kissed her deeply and roughly caressing her silk covered breasts. undoing several buttons he pinched her nipple until it puckered. Her deep moan of desire gave proof to the success of his subterfuge. Releasing her he allowed her to step from the carriage. He got out of the carriage quickly. Roughly he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the front door. Entering the foray he kissed her heatedly pushing her cloak to the floor. Releasing her lips he stepped back. With a smile she turned and ran for the stairs. Without further thoughts in his head other than the lustful hours ahead he followed her to her bedroom. Her lovemaking was almost desperate that night. Erik knew he had to end his association with this woman. Nadir had been right in his assumption. Susan had let her emotions overtake her better judgment. Erik had warned her that he could not give her anything more than mutual sexual gratification. The foolish woman still thought she could change him. He would give her one good fuck before he left for the last time. Hell he would even pleasure her with his mouth between her thighs. It still amazed him that such a small bundle of nerves could produce such cries of lust from a woman when stroked with a finger or mouth. If he paid attention as he fucked her sometimes he could even manage to caress her with his cock as he fucked her.

The last few days Christine had been on his mind more than usual. God how he wished he could meet her now. She had felt passion for him before. Now he could make her burn until nothing would satisfy her unitl he entered her with his cock then fucked her until they both screamed in ecstasy. For the past eight months he had been able to shove her memory to the back of his mind. When he kept himself occupied with other pursuits his thoughts of her were less frequent. Some inner sense of her was working on his mind. He could not get her out of his thoughts for more than an hour at a time. He had finally given in and allowed the memories and longings to rush over him. Most likely memories of Christine had put him in this mood of melancholy. He wanted to chase it away. Using Susan to aid in his forgetfulness was not gentlemanly but she was handy and all too willing.

Erik wasted no time thrusting his cock into Susan ferociously. He was rougher than usual. Erik's thrusts into her softness were almost brutal that night. He had come across the damn ring Christine had returned to him while preparing for his evening out a few months ago. He bit her tender flesh. His hands bruised her breasts. Not once did he consider her pleasure. Susan had to force him to pleasure her. In retaliation for her insistence he became more brutal. He brought her to a satisfying climax several times but not with his usual tenderness. His grunts and groans almost animalistic in his drive to satisfy the burning need in his loins. The drive for forgetfulness in passion road him gouging at his tender feelings, shoving them away to be replaced by the harsh cravings for sexual gratification.

His thrusts were so hard the bed rocked as he plunged into her. Each thrust seeming to go deeper. Erik's cock had not felt this much pleasure since the first time he had bedded Susan.

Susan had barely caught her breath when Erik was plunging into her again. He silenced her pleas to let her rest with his cruel kisses. He ground his lips into hers. Something was driving him, whipping him into a frenzy of need. She knew it wasn't her he needed. Any body would have given him the same satisfaction. She wouldn’t even have to be beautiful. All Erik required was a warm willing woman. Hell, as badly as he needed the sex she felt he wouldn’t have taken no for an answer. Not that she would ever think of denying him.

Despite his crass treatment she did enjoy this rough lovemaking at first. His fingers had plunged in and out as he worked her nub of pleasure. The orgasms were almost unbearable in their intensity. She felt herself shatter when his hard shaft drove into her. With each demanding stroke she climbed higher and higher on the peak to that final burning wave of bliss.

For the first time he was verbal as he entered her. The closer he came to his climax the fouler his language became. That night she was a “fucking whore“. His goal being “to fuck her senseless”. Other phrases he spoke in the heat of passion made even Susan blush. Susan didn't mind words of lust but these were frightening her a little as Erik had never been so uncontrolled before. Never had he used words such as these or been so forceful in his possession of her. Of course he was intense at times, even cursing in his drive to reach a climax. Erik had always been a gentleman in his lovemaking. He had never degraded her or made her feel less han a lady. Never had she felt like a whore until tonight.

Erik was trying to remove all thoughts of Christine. He loved her still but could not live and imagine her doing to Raoul what he did with Susan. Now he had the tangible reminder of her around his neck on a gold chain. For the last few months he had not been able to remove the memory of that pitiful gift from his angel. He had stolen the ring from her lovely neck the night of the Gala. Raoul’s engagement ring. The ring Erik had again forced on her finger in his mock wedding in the dark cellars on the night of Don Juan Triumphant. Damn if that little temptress did not come back and curl his unresisting fingers around that same ring. Then she turned her back on him leaving him in tears and awaiting death at the hands of the mob.

Giving into his release Erik removed himself from Susan with one final grinding of his hips and a grunt of satisfaction. While waiting for his breath to slow he contemplated what he could say to ease the blasted woman from his life. He had fucked as she asked. Fucked her several times. He had not pleasured her with his mouth as he usually did. His need to fuck her had taken precedence over any need she may have.

He heard her slow even breathing. At last she slept. He could slip out and avoid the ugliness of confronting her for another night.

Having gotten what he came for Erik retrieved his clothing and proceeded to dress quietly. He hoped to be gone before Susan woke. A confrontation with an angry woman was not something he wanted to deal with at the moment. His business decisions were giving him enough turmoil. Now he had to start the process of selling all his holdings in order to leave the country. Once he left England he had no wish to return. It would be better to take what cash he could amass and start fresh. America had been appealing to him more each time he and Susan had a conversation that ended with her having hurt feelings. Erik felt as if he beat an adoring puppy when he could not return her words of love. The tear drenched cheeks haunted him for days afterward. He should not feel this guilt for he had warned her but guilt was present non the less. Not enough for him to stay out of a sense of remorse. Just enough for him to feel uncomfortable.

A groggy sleep filled voice halted his movements for a moment. “Erik what are you doing? I thought you were spending the night for once? Is it too much to ask? I don’t ask for much. All I want is to introduce you to my friends and family.”

"What purpose would this introduction serve? It would only lead to the false assumption that we were more than lovers. That is even if they allowed me in their home after viewing my charming good looks. It might be a good time for us to say our farewells."

Erik’s voice grated with a hint of anger and frustration because he had not been allowed to leave without this bothersome recounting of her wants, needs and feelings. Damn women. Damn every one of them. If she were a man he would solve the problem with a quick twist of his Punjab lasso. Erik admitted he had not fallen that far from grace. Fortunate for her but unfortunate for Erik’s temper which he hung onto barely by a thin gossamer thread. Never had he taken the life of a woman and he would not start this night.

"Erik you can't mean that. I thought things were going well. Haven't I been good to you? Given you everything you asked? I openly acknowledge we are lovers. I sacrificed my future for you. I gave up the man I had been engaged to. Do you know how hard it will be for me to find someone willing to be with me now? Marriage is highly unlikely for me now."

"Find another poor soul who can not be too choosey in his choice of a bedmate. I do thank you for the many nights of passion but now it is time to move on. Surely you knew this night would arrive at some point? I made myself clear from the start. My heart belongs to another and all that we share is a few stolen moments in the dark when the urge becomes to great to ignore."

He spoke these cruel words without a glance in her direction. If he had looked he would have seen the light of hope diminish in her eyes. He would not have missed the pain etched on her face. The shimmer of tears barely held back by thick lashes. If he had looked he would have seen but not cared at all for her hurt or her sorrow. All his mind was concentrated on gathering his belongings and removing himself from a situation that was quickly becoming uncomfortable.

Checking to make sure he had his wallet and pocket watch Erik headed for the door. Not once did he glance back. Now that it was over he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He would miss her warm body but her clinging ways had begun to grate on his nerves. She had made it harder to fantisize that she was Christine with all her demands of conversation during intimate moments. Susan always had to reassured he was pleased with her. Her demands for more of his time were becoming harder to avoid as he had used every excuse he could manufacture to avoid her on evenings he wished for the company of another. Erik found he liked variety in his women. One no longer met his bodies cravings. In all his life he never had a moment when he thought he would have the trouble of juggling more than one woman. Oddity of oddities he had four women at present showing him their favors. Not low class women of the street but noble bluebloods. It would seem women love a rake now and then. A hint of danger and interest is sparked. Add the glitter of diamonds and a wallet stuffed with cash and many women would lay down and spread their legs even for him.

With his hand on the door Susan made another useless plea, "Erik please you can’t go. I love you. If you leave I’ll have nothing. I don’t even care about your other women. You thought I didn’t know but they were all too willing to rub my face in your affairs. Because I love you I turned a blind eye. I debased myself for you. Not once have I ever said one word about your face."

Erik paused with his hand on the doorknob. "Susan you were well on your way to becoming a whore when I met you. Our association has not changed anything. You were used goods then and you are still used goods. Each time we have sex I am picturing another. Not once did we make love. We had sex. Simple animal gratification of animalistic lust."

"You wanted me to fuck you, I did. You wanted my mouth between your legs, I obliged. I never once said this was anything other than sex. I appreciate what you did for me. I only stayed as long as we fucked with no questions or expectations. That is all you ever were to me Susan, a good satisfying fuck." He knew he was being unnecessarily cruel, but it was the only way to convince her there was nothing more than sex between them.

"Oh God Erik how can you be so cruel and uncaring? Have I not meant anything to you? These past months have been nothing to you? If you leave my life is as good as over. Nothing will have any meaning for me. I swear if you walk out that door I will be dead by night fall."

"That would be foolish but if that is your decision so be it. You will not succeed in blackmailing me. Think before you take the final step. You will see I am not worthy of your affection. Good-bye Susan. I am grateful for your kindness to me in a time when my soul was in turmoil and in danger of being lost forever."

"Is it Christine? Is she coming back? Do you know how many times I heard you call her name when it should have been my name on your lips? Even that insult I overlooked."

Erik whipped around and strode back to the bed with anger in each step. He grasped her hair and pulled her face up to his. He saw pure terror in her eyes for the first time. A little of the old rush of power came back as he placed is hands around her throat and began to squeeze. To hold another’s life in your hands is a powerful drug. Not a drug made by man but by nature. Her hands came up to claw at the tightening grip of his gloved fingers. Her face began to turn red. Blue tinged her lips. One minute more and Erik could add another victim to his long list of past sins.

"You could never compare to my angel. She was an innocent. She would not spread her legs for anyone other than her husband. You are as the dirt under my feet when compared to her. Do you think I could have stood your whining and clinging this long without replacing your face with hers? You are pathetic. No woman who had an ounce of self respect would allow themselves to be treated as I treated you. You are like a bitch in heat. No matter what I did you came begging for more spreading your legs in willing supplication. You are a whore."

Making one last plea, knowing he would still reject her Susan opened herself for the final stab to the heart bringing death to her hopes for a future with Erik. In fact a future at all hung in the balance of the next few moments and what words would pass Erik’s lips.

"I love you Erik. Surely you know that? We can even be married. I’ll make you a good wife I swear. You can even continue with your other women. I love you that much. I am willing to share you for just a little of your time. A kind word now and then. Nothing means more to me than you. You’re my life."

"Then my dear you have a pathetic life to hold me as the most dear thing in your life. Perhaps the next man or the one after that will find your charms irresistible. I do not. I could barely tolerate you these last few weeks. Do you know why I have not left you before? Expediency. If one of my other women were unavailable you were always ready to lay flat on your back and welcome me with no questions. If only you had continued to silence your damned questions we could have gone on for a few more pleasant months. The blame for our ending association can be placed firmly at your door."

She had one last chance to convince him. She got up not even caring she was naked, stripped bare before him. Her arms wrapped around him tightly. She tried to kiss him but he resisted. The disgust in his eyes was the death knell to her hopes and dreams. The dagger of defeat stabbed deep in her heart bringing forth an unbearable pain. She felt as if at any moment she would take her last precious breath. How could she still live with no heart? It must be broken. The beating rhythm of life must have stopped. The words from Erik’s lips delivering a killing blow to Susan. One last time she had to try. She had no life without Erik in it. She grabbed his shirt front and begged him to stay. Pleaded to his unfeeling heart to love her or at lest have affection for her.

In disgust he pushed her away from him. In his haste to remove himself from her weeping he cared not even a little if he crushed her with his harsh words. She landed roughly on the floor. Her fingers gripped his pant legs. Angered at her unwillingness to accept the inevitable he shook her free and shoved her roughly aside with his booted foot. No pain registered except the pain of his denial to love her. She buried her face in her folded arms and began to sob. Her head remained on her folded arms not looking to watch him walk away. His steps away from her ringing hollowly in her ears. She jerked when she heard the thunderous slamming of the door.

Susan knew it was over. The door closing signified more than just a brief separation. He would not come to her again. Resignation settled over her features. A calm acceptance of what must be. Erik would never walk into her home again or share an hour enjoying the pleasures of their entwined bodies. Nothing she could say would change his mind. He didn’t have any feelings for her at all. Not kindness nor affection. Not even respect. Foolishly she had broken her own rules and opened her heart to him. He stomped on that precious organ without compunction. She placed her hand on her aching heart. The pain almost stealing her breath she painfully inhaled through lips numbed with the sting of denial of his lips on hers. Tight grasping fingers of pain wrapped around her heart. At any moment she expected the steady beat to slow and stop altogether. Such a curious thing the heart. It could continue to beat out it’s steady rhythm even as one felt life slip away. Dead but still living. That’s how she felt in this moment.

Alone and naked on the floor she lost her reasoning. Nothing came to mind to contradict the voice ringing in her head. “End it” was the encouraging words she heard. End this wrenching pain. It’s not so hard to do. A few pearls of sleep inducing medication. A quick swallow of water and peace can be yours. Sweet nothing to kill the pain.

That relief beckoned with enticing fingers toward a simple solution. Susan welcomed the knowledge of a soon to be forgotten pain. Finally after years of torment a simple act and then slipping into the arms of the dark angel. She welcomed her upcoming death. She welcomed those arms wrapping her in the surety of pains release. No more pain. No more Susan.

Stumbling to stand upright she took a few hesitant steps forward. Her eyes blurred with tears she staggered her way into the bathroom. The sleeping pills she had received from the doctor for insomnia remained full. Silently beckoning her into the sweetness of forgiving oblivion. She hadn’t needed the pills to force oblivion of sleep in all the time she knew Erik. Erik had been her guide to peaceful slumber. Now the pills would take her to the sweet release in permanent sleep.

Splashing water on her face she looked in the mirror she used her hands to wipe away the droplets of water running in small rivulets down her cheeks. She straightened her hair. Pinched her cheeks to add color to her pale complexion. One should look presentable when facing the Angel of Death. She picked up her discarded white silk nightgown gently slipping it over her head. She smoothed her hand down from breasts to hips. Now she was ready. Filling a glass with water she spilled the tiny lethel pills into her hand. Her palm full she raised it to her mouth and popped them into her mouth then quickly swallowed the glass of water. Soon she would have no worries, no dreams, no nightmares but best of all no pain.

Will anyone cry for me? Will anyone mourn my passing? Will it even be noticed if I am not present at the next tea or luncheon? Unnecessary. I am not needed by one single person. I could be a piece of furniture for all the notice I receive. Even Erik, a man who hides from the world behind a mask doesn’t need me. He can bed another just as easily as he beds me. Her parents had each other. The baby. She had thought the baby would bring them together. He couldn’t stand her why would he want her baby?

Susan felt completely unnecessary. Her death would make only a small ripple on the waters of life then soon be forgotten.

Returning to her bedroom she went to the chair where Erik’s robe lay draped over the back of the chair. She picked it up and inhaled his scent. Tenderly she rubbed the silky material against her cheek. She closed her eyes as tears of sorrow began to flow down her cheeks. She remembered giving him the robe. His look of childish wonder when she gave him the gift warmed her tender heart in such a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. His remark that he had never received a gift before shocked her. On that day she had given him more than the gift of the robe. She had given him her heart without reservations or expectations. She had almost told him about the baby tonight. She had changed her mind thinking what a wonderful gift it would be for Christmas. A few short months to hold her secret. Then things had gone so horribly wrong. Now he would never know. Not that he would want it anyway. It was going to be her child and not his precious Christine’s.

Her bed beckoned. Starting to feel drowsy she crawled onto her bed and wrapped the robe around her body. It almost felt as if he were there holding her. As the fog of drugged sleep overtook her she smiled. A fleeting regret for not giving her child a chance for life gave her a moment of regret but soon gave way to the peaceful cloud of uncaring sleep. Erik my love. Good-bye. Those were her last thoughts as she drifted into deep sleep and permanent slumber.

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