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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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More smut with Solo and Dom/Sub

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Stretching like a cat, Aurora buried her head deeply into the feather pillow. To her dismay, Erik was no longer at her side. How nice it was to sleep next to him all night...and how frustrating...for her womb was aching with the most intense need. And the memories of how he had tied her up and ravished her the night before only fueled the flames.

She could hear the strains of organ music playing in the other room. And then she heard his beautiful voice, so smooth and warm like honey...

What a depraved woman he would think her if she pulled him away from his composition, demanding that he please her without even so much as a ‘Good Morning’! And she needed relief now...with no pleasantries and no conversation...

Turning onto her stomach, she shifted her weight onto her knees with her thighs spread wide apart. With one hand, she touched her breast while with the other, she stroked between her legs. Oh, yes...

As she enjoyed Erik’s singing, she let her imagination run wild. He was not in the music room, but here at her side. These were not her hands upon her body, but his...for he had her hands tied helplessly behind her back. And his fingers were playing her body with such skill that she could be another one of his musical instruments. And he demanded that she keep her lips parted so that he could hear every bit of her pleasure as he played her. And then he ordered her to come, insisting that there was no point in being coy, no use in resisting the climax that they both knew was imminent. And then she even dreamed of him spanking her buttocks hard, demanding that she give in, and then...oooohhhhh....

Aurora bit down hard on her lower lip, trying not to make any noise as the intense waves of her orgasm overwhelmed her. And she shuddered again and again and again...riding out the wave until there was nothing left. Then she collapsed in exhaustion, feeling dizzy.

“Oh, what a bad girl you are...”

Opening her eyes, Aurora realized to her horror that the organ music had long since stopped playing. Turning onto her back quickly, she saw Erik standing by the bed with a smirk on his lips. He was garbed in nothing but a red silk robe and a black mask. He seemed more handsome than ever to her. But she cringed as she knew that he had seen absolutely everything she had just done. She had not even had the decency to cover herself with a sheet.

“Erik!” she gasped, too prostrate with shame to say anything more intelligent.

“Don’t you know how wicked that is?” he teased. “But of course you do for you are as red as a tomato. You know that you shall go blind and deaf and grow hair on your palms and have all sorts of problems from engaging in that kind of behavior.”

“Well, you were busy playing your music and...” Her words trailed off in absolute mortification.

“I see I have been a negligent Master. And my Slave has been very naughty in my absence.”

When she noted that his manhood was tenting up from his robe, she was relieved to know that he was not really disgusted with her. In fact, he had that beastly lustful expression again as if he intended to devour her up whole. And her heart raced when she realized that he intended for them to play that game again.

“Yes, Master,” she answered as she lowered her eyes down.

“Your Master is not pleased with you, not pleased at all... I always want to be there when you come, Slave. Whether it is my tongue or my fingers or my cock in you, I always want to be there. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” she gasped breathlessly. “I am so sorry that I was bad.”

“Nevertheless, you know you shall have to be punished.”

He removed his robe, revealing his glorious masculine nakedness while stalking up to the bed like a panther.

“Please don’t punish me, Master...” she begged as her mind raced, wondering exactly what he intended to do to her. “I shall be good from now on. I promise I shall never do it again.”

“I know you won’t, but you shall still be punished.”

“Yes, Master.”

He ordered her to slide her hands underneath her hips, keeping her legs bent and spread widely apart so that she was completely exposed to him.

“I shall not tie you up for you need to learn discipline. You shall let me do as I wish with you and you will not move a muscle. You will not moan or cry or beg. You shall simply accept your Master’s punishment like an obedient Slave, agreed?”

“Yes, Master.”

The anticipation and nervousness built up inside of her, making her ache with desire. How was it possible for her to be so needy again so soon?

Her eyes widened when she saw him pull a very large white feather out of a dresser drawer.

“Ah, you know you shall suffer horribly, don’t you?” he teased. “I shall not blindfold you, but you shall keep your eyes closed until I instruct you otherwise. And if you think you are going to climax, you will tell me before it happens. Should you choose to ignore my commands, I shall have to inflict an even more severe punishment upon you.”

“Yes, Master.”

So overcome was Aurora with excitement that her words were barely audible. She closed her eyes, trembling as she did so.

Oh, how she strained to keep still and silent with her eyes closed! But it seemed impossible to do so as he mercilessly ran the soft tip of the feather along the tips of her breasts and down her bare stomach. When he slowly tickled the inside of her thighs, he even chastised her for biting her lip. Even if she clenched her teeth, she would receive a rebuke from him. And she felt like she would die. On and on the torture went. She did not know if it had been seconds, minutes or hours...it seemed like forever...

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

She obeyed. The searing heat of his eyes was so intense that she thought she could be looking into her own reflection.

Erik was indeed a cruel Master as he parted her nether lips and ran the feather up and down her wet folds. Trying to keep her eyes upon his, she felt as if her vision was going hazy and out of focus. When the tip of the feather began to circle around her clit, she lost all hope of controlling herself as her thighs trembled and her hips thrust up frantically.

“Oh, Erik, I think I’m going to...”

She did not even have to finish her statement.

He was thrusting furiously inside of her as she shrieked and wrapped her legs around his hips, answering his movements with her own vicious endless hunger.

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Erik was absolutely exhausted.

After all, he was much older than Aurora. He almost wondered if her passionate sexual appetite would lead him into an early grave with a heart attack. But what a way to die...

As her dark forbidden desires started to once again emerge to the surface, she was more alluring to him than ever before. When he had accidentally walked into the bedroom to see her pleasuring herself, it was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed, especially when her body began to strain into climax. Perhaps it was wrong of him to use the situation to his advantage, once again having her play Slave to his Master. But he felt so marvelous that he could not bring himself to regret it.

And he would not be a hypocrite. He very much enjoyed being in control of her body and sexuality just as much as she loved his doing so. Their two sensual natures seemed to fuse together into a dangerous combination, reaping exquisite delight. And having once more regained her trust, he could not help but push their sexual bond to the limit.

Still, human bodies had only so much capacity for such activities. Eventually, they had to find a way to pass their time together outside of the bedroom.

Erik showed her some magic tricks. She laughed and clapped like a child at his silly antics.

Aurora showed him some of her sketches that were not quite as scandalous as the ones he had seen the night before. He was quite complimentary of them, saying that she should consider trying to draw as a profession.

They spent time together in a room he had set up as a sort of informal library. She occupied herself with looking at some of his Art History books which he had acquired. He confessed that he was not much of an artist in that regard, but found the study of art conducive to his own interest in architecture. Fascinated that he was an architect, she asked him about what sort of buildings he had worked on. When she found out that he had been instrumental in the design of the Paris Opera House, he could have sworn she was going to worship him as some sort of ancient God as she raved about how much she loved the building. This sparked off a great amount of conversation between them.

By nightfall, Erik was in an unusual mood to go above ground for some fresh air. Fetching Cesar, they rode together out into the city streets by the light of the moon. They had to be careful, for Erik was still the most wanted and notorious criminal in all of Paris. He was well covered up in his heavy dark cloak. And Aurora took care to also wear a cloak in an effort to be inconspicuous. But no one noticed them as they walked together arm in arm along the banks of the Seine. They were simply what they were, a pair of lovers enjoying the summer breeze of the night and each other.

Slowly, they wandered about, looking at the stars, speaking of beautiful buildings and music. And foolishly they gazed at each other, exchanging soft kisses slowly as if they had the rest of their lives to be together. And Erik knew the rules of the world. Yet this night he yearned to break them all, grasping at his chance to be a romantic lover. And he clung to Aurora, pretending that there would be no tomorrow.
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