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The Silent Wish	By : LaurieBaker Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 14629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s note: Smut alert – and some bondage too…

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The sound of a scratching noise roused Erik into wakefulness. Oh, had he ever slept so peacefully before? He felt as if he had been drugged. Inhaling deeply of the scent of roses, he reached for Aurora but found that she was no longer beside him.

Rolling onto his side and propping his head upon his hand, he spied her sitting in a small wooden chair in the corner of the bedroom. Apparently, she was the source of the strange sounds as she appeared to be working at a sketchpad intently.

“What are you up to?” he murmured, sleep still in his voice.

Aurora’s eyes widened and she hurriedly closed her sketchbook.

“Nothing…” she squeaked nervously.

Her skittishness only incited his curiosity further, causing him to sit up and smile at her.

“I had no idea you were an artist,” Erik teased mischievously.

“Well, I am not really,” she admitted sheepishly. “It is just a hobby.”

“Can I see your work?” he asked as he rose up from the bed, not bothering to hide his nudity.

“I would rather that you didn’t,” she said, clamping onto the book tightly in her grip. “It’s all just a lot of silliness really”

“I could use a good laugh,” he taunted.

“Erik, please...” she pleaded when he tried to wrest the book from her.

He laughed victoriously when he had managed to attain the possession from her, oblivious to her haughty retorts and slaps upon his bare shoulders.

When he opened it up, he let out a gasp of shock.

Aurora had drawn him as he had been sleeping, stark naked with only a sheet wrapped about his private parts! And it was shockingly tantalizing to look at. He felt himself turn warm and could swear that he was blushing for the first time in his life.

Turning the page over, he was amazed to witness an even more shocking drawing. She had apparently drawn an image from memory of herself upon her knees wearing that veiled slave costume. And he stood in the background in a black robe, every bit the mysterious commanding master.

“I am sorry, Erik,” Aurora cried out, near tears. “They were only for my own amusement. Of course, I would never show them to anyone.”

“My dear,” Erik choked out hoarsely. “If I might make a suggestion…”

“A suggestion?”

“Yes, you have made me entirely too handsome and yourself not nearly beautiful enough. But I am flattered to be such a model. I am quite certain no one else has ever seen me in such a light.”

He almost felt the sting of tears in his throat.

“You are not angry with me?”

“No,” he said sincerely. “But you are remain a mystery, Aurora Sorelli. I am suddenly painfully aware of how we still have much to learn about each other. Shall we have dinner?”

Politely, he avoided the subject of her drawings as they feasted upon what delicacies he could attain at the last minute. Their dining experience was scandalously casual as they were both dressed in nothing but silk robes. She was wearing one of his Persian robes with a black floral design upon a background of red. He was quite amused at the sight of her slight frame being swallowed up in his clothes.

“Erik, are you feeling sick?” she asked worriedly.

“No, my dear. Why do you ask?”

“I notice that you are not eating very much.”

He grimaced.

“The sight of me eating in this mask is not a pretty sight with this deformity.”

“Well, you have to eat.”

He was unconvinced to take another taste of any of the spread before them.

“I shall eat later on my own.”

“At least, have one of these marvelous little cakes,” she insisted. “They are quite tasty.”

Then Aurora took one of the pastries in her fingers and moved over to his side of the table. Leaning over his shoulder, she rubbed the dessert against his lips.

“Try it, Erik. For me?”

“You would tempt a saint to falter, Aurora,” he moaned before taking a small bite of the cake. “Mmmm….yes, it is delicious.”

“Have the rest of it.”

Erik glared at her quietly but allowed her to place the rest of the dessert into his mouth, chewing carefully upon the confection. As he finished, he drew her into his lap suddenly, making her squeal as he held her in his strong grasp.

“Now I shall make you taste something.”

Aurora’s eyes widened with shock and anticipation.

“You naughty little minx,” he laughed. “I just meant for you to have some wine.”

Taking his glass, he lifted it to her lips.

“Now sip it down like a good girl.”

After she had a few sips, he pulled her close in a kiss, tasting the sweet liquid upon her mouth. The flames again began to ignite between them. She enclosed her arms about him, cradling his head against her breasts.

Again, his manhood was dictating the next course of action.

“You must tell me if I tire you, Aurora, for I find that I am quite insatiable tonight.”

“I want you too, Erik,” she admitted. “Now.”

He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom.

Erik watched Aurora in amusement as she sat quietly on the bed, dressed in his robe, politely waiting for him to join her. Would she never lose her inhibitions? But that was part of her charm.

Taking a pair of black cravats from his dresser, he caressed her cheek with one of the ties and ran the fabric down the sleeve of the robe until it touched her wrist. Then looking into her eyes questioningly, he began to wrap it about her wrist. For an instant, he saw a spark of fear flash in her eyes…the fear that he was responsible for. Such knowledge made his heart ache.

“Please…” he whispered. “Trust me…I mean only to give you pleasure…”

He nuzzled his mouth against her throat.

“Let me pleasure you, Aurora…”

She sighed raggedly as she nodded.

He smiled warmly as he slipped the robe off of her shoulders, letting it spill onto the floor. Coaxing her onto her back, he secured her ivory wrists to the bedpost so her arms were high above her head and her breasts thrust out towards him invitingly.

Then he did could do nothing but gaze at her in all of her naked loveliness.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, blinking at her in wonder. “So beautiful.”

He placed his mouth upon her own, teasing her lips and tongue with his own as if he could drink in some of that beauty.

“Oh, Erik,” she gasped. “Please...”

He shook his head.

“Now I have you all to myself,” he teased as he rubbed his finger over her lips. “No hurried trysts in the middle of the night. No rush to get you home in the morning. Tonight, I shall take my time.”

Placing his mouth along the side of her neck, he worried the sensitive spot until he had left his mark upon her. The mark of the Phantom, he thought with amusement.

Her eyes halfway closed in seeming delirium as he cupped both her breasts in his hands and teased her nipples with his thumbs. She writhed helplessly, seeming uncertain if she wanted to escape his hands or push closer against them. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he held it gently in his teeth as he ran his tongue right along the center of the nub where she seemed the most sensitive. After he had given her other breast the same treatment, he was pleased to hear her soft sighs turn into high-pitched cries.

As he lifted his head from her breasts, she widened her thighs and arched her hips toward him insistently.

“No, not yet,” he answered.

“Please…”

“No,” he insisted.

He teased the sensitive flesh between her legs with his fingers until her folds were furiously red and swollen looking. Then he lowered his head between her legs and suckled and licked at her tiny nub until she climaxed with a scream.

Then he entered her, thrusting against her hard and fast. He was somewhat concerned that he was hurting her, but as she began to again cry out with yet another impending orgasm, he realized that she was feeling little if no pain as her inner muscles tightened and clenched around him. Her squirming bound body sent him over the edge until he spent violently.

A few moments later, he summoned up just enough energy to untie her and cuddle Aurora close against him. So pleasured had she been that she was almost in a swoon. How sublime it was to lie with her in the afterglow of their passion, just listening to the sound of her breathing. She nestled her face against his chest, sighing with womanly satisfaction as she curled up on her side and slid her thigh over his own legs possessively.

“Good night, Erik,”

“Good night, love.”
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