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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: Thanks for the encouraging reviews. Let the Phantom/OC smut continue...

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As the strains of the orchestra played, Aurora Sorelli looked all about the stage of the Paris Opera House and its surroundings from her seat in the balcony. Up in Box Five, along the hangings about the stage proscenium, even up in the chandelier…but there was no sign of the man who had abducted her two weeks ago.

And she could find out nothing about him. She sighed in frustration at the thought. No news at all.

Most of the residents of the Opera Populaire would not even so much as speak of him because it boded ill tidings for the future. Business had just begun to reap profits at the Garnier Opera House again after the calamity of Christine Daae’s abduction and all of those deaths. No one wanted to unleash the curse of the Phantom of the Opera once more.

Even her older sister, Sophia Sorelli, the most popular prima ballerina in all of Paris, would not discuss him.

“You should not concern yourself with idle gossip about that horrid creature!” the lovely wraith scolded. “Gentlemen do not like women who gossip too much!”

As if Aurora gave a fig about what any of her gentlemen suitors liked!

For the last few years, her parents were constantly trying to marry her off to some man or another. Every day, she would be told that she was eighteen years of age and should be a wife now. And she was interested in wedding none of them! She thought that her sister, of all people, would understand that. Before her abduction, the competitors for her hand had merely been dull and tedious. And now she practically hated their inadequate wooing. The touch of their gloved hands upon her skin made her positively tremble with repulsion. Their conversations were usually insipid or boring with overly formal manners. And all of them treated her either as a child or as a woman of no real consequence save that as a trophy.

Tonight was another night with such an escort. Aurora had come at every opportunity as of late to see her sister dance upon the stage. Therefore, she had to put up with one foolish boy after another.

Aurora was ashamed that she could not even recall the name of the young man sitting at her side this night. All of the marriage prospects seemed to blend together after a while. He was Pierre Something-or-Another. And he was from a titled family. That much she knew. And he had been chattering away about his family’s land in the South of France. At first, she had feigned interest. But then she had become preoccupied with looking for the Phantom and her suitor’s words had dissolved into indecipherable background noise.

Again, she turned to look towards Box Five with hope in her eyes. There was no sign of him. Oh, it was maddening!

“Are you well, my dear?” her suitor asked with a gentle touch upon her hand.

“Quite so,” she answered coolly, pulling her hand away. “Thank you.”

But she was not well, she thought to herself. Not well at all. Her orderly world had turned upside down. For the last two weeks, she had been as skittish as a cat, waiting for something to happen...waiting for the Phantom of the Opera to come back and finish what he had started. Even more frightening than the prospect of his return was the knowledge that she desperately wanted him to come back, despite his promise that he would not accost her again...and finish what he had started...

“Oh, it seemed as if you had been looking in fear overhead at Box Five,” Monsieur Pierre Something-or-Another had said. “Do not distress yourself, Mademoiselle. If that horrid Opera Ghost reappears, I shall protect you.”

Aurora doubted the fool could protect her from the Phantom, even with the whole of Napoleon’s army behind him! And she did not want protection at any rate.

Oh, she knew that she should be grateful that the Phantom had been merciful. She should be glad that he had released her with her life and virginity intact. After all, she had begged him not to hurt her. And he had not. Yet were these feelings what the ballet girls meant when they spoke of a ‘fate worse than death’? For it felt like a fate worse than death to have her body in such a state of unrelieved lust. Yes, lust! She knew of no other word for her condition.

That night, Aurora had seen the Phantom’s legendary face. And yes, it was gruesome with his puckered flesh mottled with scar tissue hanging there all along the side of his eye and about his cheek. She remembered seeing it just before he began to wash off her breasts after he had rubbed his manhood so hard against them. Normally, she would have screamed or at least gasped at his visage. But she had felt half dead from the pleasure he had forced upon her. And the caress of the cloth against her sensitive nipples began to stir up another wave of those indescribable sensations that he had introduced her to. The shock of his looks quickly passed. And she had not wanted to make him angry by mentioning them.

Yet, his ugly deformity was not quite as horrific as the stories that Joseph Buquet had spread about throughout all of the ballet rehearsal rooms. He had a nose. He had normal eyes that were a shade of blue. In fact, he would be rather nice looking if it were not for that malformed flesh and the expression on his face which hinted of both cruelty and madness.

But his face was not what kept her from sleeping at night...

Her insomnia was a result of constantly reliving in her memory all that he had done to her that night. She desired to hear the sweet strains of that magical voice which seemed to reach down into her soul and ravish her mercilessly. She yearned to feel his gentle hands and mouth upon her breasts once more. She craved the touch of his fingers between her legs, rubbing her in that horribly sensitive spot that had made her squirm and wriggle with pleasure.

As she dreamed of him in the middle of the night, she would touch herself, trying to reenact his caress between her legs. And sometimes, she would even tremble a little if she thought of him while doing so. But she was still unfulfilled and wanted more…so much more...

Aurora knew she was horrid to have such unladylike desires. Worse than horrid, actually! She was no better than a common strumpet to desire a man to fornicate with her. Even prostitutes usually only had sex for money or position. But she cared for none of that. All she wanted was to experience those wild wicked feelings again with the Phantom.

No, that was not quite true.

She also wanted to strip him of those prim and proper evening clothes. She wanted to lie beside him on his great big bed with both of them stark naked and pressed together. She wanted to kiss and tease his flesh with her tongue, torturing him just as cruelly as he had tormented her that night. Despite her fear of the inevitable pain that would ensue, she might even give him her maidenhead and let him have his way with her. She recalled with some nervousness the sight of his large manhood; yet a woman’s body was meant to stretch. How else could babies be born? And she yearned to be joined to him in every way. Maybe then, she would stop feeling so horribly empty and achy inside.

That night, despite her fear and protestations, he had lit a fire in her blood. And she knew of no other means of relief but to seek him out.

The ballet had only been going on for a quarter of an hour, but she felt horridly restless. Indeed, she could not stand to be here one minute more!

Making an excuse to Monsieur Pierre Something-or-Other that she needed to retire momentarily to the powder room, she left her escort and the ballet in order to wander down the dark hallways outside of the dressing rooms yet again.

Where the Phantom had so ruthlessly captured her with his Punjab Lasso...

She tried to remember exactly how he had spirited her away to his abode underground. She was so frightened at the time that she was barely even aware of her surroundings, but had he not touched some sort of brick in the wall that created a secret opening? For some time, she pressed along the bricks along the wall, keeping an eye out that no one would see her and think her completely deranged.

Then one of them loosened slightly!

There was a whirring noise as the trap door opened before her.

What luck!

She quickly scampered inside of the dark tunnel. Then she regretted her hasty impulse as soon as she had committed it, for it was pitch black all around her. She could not even see her hands in front of her face nor know where she was stepping. Gulping and taking a few steps forward, she called out for him.

“Phantom!” Her voice reverberated about her in an echo. “Opera Ghost! Please help me! It’s so wretchedly dark in here!”

For some time, she called out for him in the dark.

Suddenly, the Phantom’s masked face, scowling in anger, appeared before her by the light of a single candle, making her scream in surprise. He had seemingly shown up out of nowhere without so much as a sound of a footstep in the darkness.

“Mademoiselle, do you not know that other men have died down here in my lair, nosing about in areas where they do not belong?”

Her heart pounded at the sight of him.

“Why are you here?”

Now that she was faced with the reality of this man, common sense seemed to have returned with the force of a cannon ball. This man was a murderer, a thief, a blackmailer, a sadist...and Lord only knew what all else! She had been mad to come here to look for him. He was no secret dream lover but an evil villain who had tried to attack her. Did she have a death wish to risk her life so?

“I-I wanted to s-see you...” she stuttered.

“Why?” The word was as harsh as a whip. Her trembling lips must have given her fright away for he then set the candle down upon the ground and repeated the question in a soft whisper from the dark. “Why?”

Despite Aurora’s fear, or perhaps because of it, she felt hot and shaky all over, even in the cold of the catacombs. She was too ashamed to say what she desired from him in words. Hesitantly, she reached up and touched the back of his neck, trying not to shy away when she felt his body tense up in shock. Slowly, she pulled his face close to her own until her lips pressed against his. She kissed him, lightly at first until her hunger for him overwhelmed her to the point of madness. And she plunged her tongue between his lips, just as she had the last time she had seen him. Accepting her mouth, he pulled her close, wrapping his arms firmly about her until her breasts pressed against him. She felt giddy as she became aware of just how strong he was.

“I warn you, Mademoiselle, that you shall want to consider very carefully the consequences of what you are doing,” he rasped as he pulled away from the kiss and buried his face into her hair. “Your maidenly fears moved me to compassion when we last met. Therefore, I spared you.”

At some point, during their kiss, the candle had extinguished. They were in total darkness. Then she felt both of his hands upon her buttocks pulling her tightly against his groin. Though her skirts, she could feel his hard manhood rubbing against her mound. And her loins clenched with excitement.

“But when a foolish young girl who should know better returns to the scene of the crime and asks for trouble, that is an entirely different matter,” he whispered softly in her ear.

She jolted when she felt his hand grasp her breast. As he massaged the flesh, she could not hold back her moan as she felt her own wet desire seeping down her thighs.

“I shall be no gentleman this time, Aurora. I shall take your maidenhead this time. I shall fuck you...”

The naughty word made Aurora gasp with shock.

“...For I have never truly had a woman. And I have suffered years of frustration. If you do not leave immediately, I will keep you in my bedroom and shall not release you until I have been completely satisfied by your pretty body this time.”

There was a click and a trap-door opened, releasing a stream of light into the room. It was the one that she had entered to get into this place.

“The decision is yours, Mademoiselle.”

Even though he offered her a choice, she knew she was already helplessly trapped. She burned for him too much now. If she turned back towards the light, back to her ordinary life of tea parties and dull suitors, she would always wonder what she had missed. And she would be consumed with regret for her cowardice.

Again, she leaned towards the heat of his body, pressing her lips upon the flesh at his neck, right about the lacy collar of his shirt. And even if her choice was morally the wrong one, it felt so right as she buried her nose against his skin, the scent of his exotic cologne making her head swim.

“You have been warned, sweet Aurora,” he rasped before kissing her with a raging hunger all of his own.
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