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A New Beginning	By : Lum Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Please see the prologue

Chapter 24

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Madison was glad to be back in her room at the inn. After visiting the seamstress, the glove shop, and a ready to wear clothing shop she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to collapse into a steaming bath and relax.
Sarah stored away Madison’s packages against the far wall and helped her undress, then excused herself and hurried off to her own room.

The gas lamps had been lit for hours, bathing her chamber in a warm glow. She crossed the room to check her window, it was locked, and pull the curtains together, then moved into the attached, private bathing chamber and drew herself a bath.

She sat on the edge of the white garden tub and trailed a hand in the hot, flowing water. Indoor plumbing like this was a luxury she was rarely afforded at their country house where maids could pump water from the indoor cistern, but would still have to heat it over a stove.

While the tub was filling she re-entered her temporary bed chamber and opened one of the boxes of packages. Among the necessary undergarments that she had purchased was a new night shift, a more elegant version of her normal clothing.

She fingered the fabric, soft silk that was woven loosely and nearly transparent and would slide over her curves. Madison fingered the blue silk bow that ran between the holes in the lace at the collar and smiled. Setting it down on the bed she crossed back into her private bathroom, and seeing that the tub was full and hot she turned the knobs and began to undress.

With a gentle tug she undid the corset laces at her back and breathed in a sigh of relief, then unclasped the front steel hooks and shrugged her shoulders out of the straps, laying the garment on a small chair. Putting both hands in the waistband of her pantalets she pushed them down and stepped out of them, letting it pool at her feet as she sat on the edge of the porcelain tub and unhooked her stockings from her garter belt and slid the silk material down her thighs, then calves, and that feet.

She folded them and placed them on top of the corset on the chair. The half shift that came to the bottoms of hips was next, along with the garter belt, and then she stood naked in the bathing chamber.

Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention, and Madison paused and surveyed her frame. Her waist was small compared to her full hips and large chest and she ran a hand down one breast, stopping to tease the dusty pink nipple that was suddenly erect, and then the underside of the breast, as Erik had earlier that day. It smoothed down her soft stomach and abdomen to caress her thigh, barely brushing the tuft of hair between her legs and the sensitive skin that it covered.

And as she surveyed her frame and her ivory pale skin she wondered if Erik would like the way she looked, her large breasts that hung heavy from her chest and her not so flat stomach.

She shook her head to clear these thoughts from it and pulled the pins from her hair, letting the dark gold tresses tumble down her back, then stepped one foot carefully, then the other, and sank slowly into the hot water. Once she had cleaned her hair and skin she sank back down into the now cooling water to enjoy the last few minutes of warmth. Her thoughts drifted to the days occurrences.

In every shop she had been met with whispers that stopped when she turned to find the source, and a few times even outright, malicious laughter with looks aimed her way. She had expected to become the talk of the town, but a small bit of her had hoped that news of her debacle would have died away for fresher gossip. Apparently, however, nothing more scandalous as her late night adventure at the gypsy camp had surfaced.

She cringed and tried not to cry even as she felt the prickling sensation that heralded tears and splashed the now cool water on her face. Unstopping the drain she rose from the bath and toweled herself dry, patting her damp hair and running fingers through the tangled waves.

Madison turned to retrieve her new night shift and realized that she had left it on the bed, and wrapping the pale blue towel around her nakedness she opened the bathroom door and peeked into her room. It was empty.

With her back to the curtained window she dropped the towel to the floor and pulled the clean shift over her head, smoothing the fabric into place and pulling her long, damp hair from out of the fabric.

A slight breeze chilled the water droplets that made the gown cling to her skin and Madison paused, she had closed the window, hadn’t she?

She padded lightly over to the closed curtains and yanked them aside, to lock the window, and seeing the dark figure of a tall man standing there, she screamed.

A hand shot out of the darkness to cover her mouth, and another to grasp her arm.

“Erik!” she scolded once he had let go of her, “what are you doing hiding behind my curtain?”

She placed a hand to her chest to stop the frantic beating of her heart. Startled shouts and running feet pulled her attention from the window, and she pulled the curtains closed to block him from view just as the door to her bedroom banged open.

The hostess’ husband barreled into the room, a hand holding a candlestick holder raised high to beat down any potential threat, followed by her maid and her driver, Robert.

She stepped away from the window to draw their attention away from it as they surveyed the room for murderers and thieves.

“We heard you scream, miss, you alright?” The host asked as he and Robert averted their eyes from her scantily clad figure.

“Oh yes, I am alright. I thought that I had seen a mouse, is all. I am very sorry to have troubled you, everything is fine.” With the shock still causing her heart to beat frantically it was easy to pretend that she had only been startled by a mouse.

“Well, if you’re alright, then…” he trailed off uncomfortably.

“Yes, I’m fine, it must be gone by now. Very sorry to have bothered you, I’ll just go to sleep now.” She shooed
them out her door and leaned her back against it once it had closed, faintly hearing someone mutter what sounded like ‘women’ then the footsteps thumped down the stairs and she locked her door.

Erik pushed the curtains aside and stepped into her room, only to halt as he recognized the look on her face.
“How dare you come into my room and frighten me, when you have been gone off doing who knows what all day without any word. You’re not the phantom of the opera anymore, you know, you just cannot go skulking around frightening people!” she whispered as loudly as she dared, wishing that she could yell at him for scaring her so.

He paused mid step to look at her incredulously, this woman, this small golden haired slip of a girl, was scolding him? His lips quirked into the beginnings of a smile, which only made Madison angrier.

“You should not be in my bed chamber to begin with, Erik, this is highly inappropriate.” Her hands crossed over her chest to preserve what she could of her modesty as she wished that she had a robe or even a wrap on hand to add another layer between her nakedness and him.

“Forgive me, Madison, I truly did not mean to startle you.” His eyes raked her frame approvingly, “you look lovely tonight.”

Madison stiffened and uncrossed her arms in defiance, challenging him to stare openly at her. She would not let him think that the way he looked at her made her uncomfortable, would not let him win.

He looked his fill, at the soft curves of her body and the sheerness of the fabric which let him see the faint outline of dusty nipples and a triangle of hair.

She was blushing faintly, he noticed, but she refused to let him intimidate her into covering herself more.

“Does your little breaking and entering serve a purpose, Erik? Is there a reason why you simply could not knock on my door?” she clenched her hands into fists at her side, wanting desperately to shield herself from his probing gaze, but too stubborn to be the first to give in.

“Would you rather I had knocked on your door, chancing that someone might see me enter your chamber at night?
Because if so, I can exit and re-enter properly.”

She stomped her bare foot and made a sound of unbelief, “oh, you are incorrigible. I suppose that I should forgive you for scaring me, I don’t think that you meant to do it in the first place.”

He shook his head in reply and moved towards her, around the bed, inch by torturously slow inch until he was standing directly in front of her, “No, I stayed behind the curtain because I thought that you might be a maid. I wanted to leave this for you.” He handed her a box, as small as the palm of her hand with intricate panels of different types of wood and beautifully carved decorations, roses.

“Oh,” she exclaimed as she unballed her fists to receive it, instantly forgiving him. It was heavy, denser than she had expected, and she turned it over and around to examine it, “does it open?”

Her brow furrowed when she noticed that there was no latch or any type of lid or hinge that she could find.
“Yes, it opens, but it is a puzzle box and the mechanic can be hard to figure out, unless you know the secret of course.”

She looked up from the box to him, “what is the secret then?”

He raised a finger to his lips, and eyes dancing merrily, said, “but it would not be a secret if I told you, would it?”

Her lips smashed together in a firm line of anger, eyes sparkling hotly, “so you broke into my room to give me a puzzle which I obviously have to hope of solving? And just how did you get into my room anyways?”

His smile widened, “I climbed over my balcony into yours, but that is of little consequence now. You have not even tried to solve it.”

She set it down on the nightstand behind her and turned back to him, “I’ve no need of puzzles tonight, Erik, I am not in a good mood.”

His hands dropped in disappointment, “I thought that you had forgiven me for scaring you. It really was an accident, Madison.”

She sighed and rubbed a temple, pushing her drying hair out of the way, “oh Erik, you are such a man, aren’t you. Oh, you pretend to be this tortured artist, but really you are just like any other man, oblivious.”

His brow furrowed in confusion and the beginnings of anger, though a small part of him soared that she thought of him like any other man, any other suitor, and not some social pariah to be pitied. “You are cross with me, and I do not know why.”

She sighed and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, the one hand rubbing circles on the temple, trying to ward off the beginnings of a headache. “No, I suppose you do not know why. Shall I tell you? Or let you figure it out on your own?”

She looked up at him, one half of his face contorting into frustration, the other covered by the expressionless mask. “The fact is, Erik, that you left me alone all day to deal with the gossiping mamas and their brainless daughters, while you were out doing who knows what for who knows how long.”

He sank down on the edge of the bed beside her, and covered her free hand with his own “Madison,” he began, but she interrupted him.

“Don’t, I know that you did not mean to do it, didn’t even realize that you were doing it. They just put me in such a terrible mood today with their side-long looks and too-loud whispers.”

He put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side so that she had to lay her head against his shoulder, then moved his arm down to rub lazy circles around her rib cage. His fingers brushed accidentally against the underside of her breast.

The movement shocked her into remembering that they were sitting on her bed, alone, and she was scantily clad. She jumped from the bed, cheeks pinkening even as her nipples pebbled in excitement, betraying her. “You should go, Erik, it is late and I am tired.”

He regarded her thoughtfully, and then leaned back on both arms on the bed, “oh, I do not think that you are tired at all,” he drawled in a sultry tone.

Madison fidgeted nervously from one foot to the other, “truly, Erik, you should go back to your own bedroom now for I grow tired and my head is beginning to ache.”

He straightened up, rising to stand beside her, “Madison,” he began in all seriousness, “you must know that I will never force myself upon you, that you may say no to my advances and I will respect your wishes.”

She swallowed nervously and nodded, butterflies fluttering in her stomach suddenly as he moved to grasp her hands in his and slowly turned her so that his arms were wrapped around her frame, pushing her against him, and she saw them reflected in the long dressing mirror.

She closed her eyes as he pressed soft kisses against her neck, his hands on top of hers forcing them to explore her own body. The mask made his ministrations on her neck awkward, so he shifted his attention to her earlobe and alternated sucking and biting it as his tongue trailed across her jaw and his hands forced hers to caress her thighs, then inch the fabric of her night shift up, up, up, one slow inch at a time.

Madison opened her eyes and nodded slightly and watched their reflection as he used her hands to pull the garment over her head and toss it to the floor. She stood trembling from the sudden shock of air against bare skin and the idea that she was letting him see her exposed.

It brought a throbbing to the junction between her legs, along with the hint of moisture, as his eyes devoured the sight of her. When his hands returned to her body she moaned softly, reveling in the feeling of his slightly callused hands against the sensitive flesh of her thighs, and hips, and stomach, and breasts.

He cupped the globes of tender flesh, fingers rolling over her erect nipple, eliciting another moan as she closed her eyes. “You are so beautiful,” he told her, and watched as she turned in his embrace to pull his shirt free of his trousers, and one by one free the buttons until the shirt splayed open and revealed his strong chest.

Erik brought his face down to hers and captured her lips in a kiss that was torturously slow as she pushed the shirt from him and made to undo his trousers.

His hand on hers made her pause, “no Madison, I will not dishonor you, and if I remove my trousers than nothing in the world could stop me from taking you completely.”

She paused, confused, “you do not… but I thought that you wanted to join?”

He leaned her back against the bed and climbed up to lay beside her. His hand explored every inch of her from collar bone to breast, from the smooth skin of her belly to the sharp flare of her hip and her supple thigh. His fingers teased her, trailing everywhere but the part that needed him the most, and then his mouth joined the game by capturing one breast, his tongue swirling deliciously around the nipple.

As he spread her legs, bending the far one at the knee, he nipped at her large breast and the dusty pink nipple and areola and his long, musician’s fingers trailed up her inner thigh and found her core.

She moaned and closed her eyes, throwing her head back into the pillow as his tongue laved her nipple, teeth nipping gently now and then, and his fingers rubbed her sopping slit.

He splayed the folds, rubbing up and down slowly, stopping to massage the aching mound with the heel of his hand, then once again inserting two slim fingers into the fold to rub against the center of her pleasure.

She gasped when he made contact with her most sensitive part, back arching and eyes squeezed shut against the painful pleasure as he rubbed her clit with lazy circles and explored the entrance to her womanhood.

The feel of his finger entering her was almost too much when paired with what he was doing to her breasts. She tried to call out to tell him to stop, that it was too much pleasure, but she could only manage, “oh, Erik,”
before he had inserted another finger into her and she was senseless.

When her breathing grew ragged, groans matching the gyrations of her hips and the loop of the heel of his hand against her nub, he stopped.

She opened her eyes, puzzled to see him sliding down the bed as he positioned his face beside her aching mound.
“Erik? What are you… oh God!” she cried too loudly and brought a hand up to stifle her mouth as he flicked his tongue along the length of her.

She bit down on one knuckle to keep from screaming out in pleasure as he licked a path around her clit and grasped her hips, holding her bucking hips in place.

The cool mask lay against her inner thigh, the odd sensation only adding to the contrast of his warm mouth licking a hot trail around and inside of her.

Her hands grasped the fabric of the bed cover as her head thrashed back into the pillow just as his tongue penetrated her hot core.

She was panting, no longer able to form coherent sentences or thoughts, too far gone to worry about screaming and being found out. Madison let go of the blanket to explore her now tender breasts as his tongue and mouth continued their ministrations.

The pleasure was rising, building more and more every second until it stopped precariously, leveling off, and then with one last thrust of the tongue and flick of her clit she came in a rush of delicious spasms, moaning his name and arching her back.

She laid there a moment, oblivious to the world around her, before she was able to speak. “Where…” she asked between gasps for air, “did you learn to do that?”

He rose to kneel between her legs, his erection evident as he held her legs splayed and rubbed himself against her mound. He wanted more than anything to rip off his trousers and take her, bringing her to paradise a second time, but knew that that would be too much, too fast. So instead he allowed himself to rub his clothes erection against her sensitized mound and imitate the sex act, which was much more that he had ever done before.

She did not seem to mind, but at this moment he would not have cared even if she did; he needed release.

“From that wicked little book I gave you. Did you read it?”

She nodded guiltily and watched him as he rubbed himself against her, “Erik…” she began but trailed off nervously.

He opened his eyes, “I’m sorry, dear, but if I do not finish soon then I do not think that I will be able to keep my promise of not deflowering you.”

She shook her head, “no, that isn’t it. One of the chapters described… um… a woman taking a man into her mouth, like you did to me. I was curious… if you would like to try it?”

He stared at her, barely registering what she had asked, but managed to nod and stare at her dumbfoundedly as she rose from the bed to kneel in front of him.

Her eyes held his as her small hands fluttered to the clasp at the front of his trousers, popping the buttons free and sliding them down his hips, hands grazing the smooth flesh of his buttocks.

He leaned forward to capture her mouth in a kiss as her hand explored his stomach and thighs, then gently fluttered around his organ.

He groaned into her mouth, suddenly aware that she was touching him, that this was not a dream and that she was touching him in a place that no one else ever had.

And then she was pushing his chest, pushing him down onto the bed so that she pulled the trousers free of his legs and tossed them on the ground, and kneeled above him.

Her gaze raked over his form as he raised his hands to cup her breasts and held perfectly still as her hands fluttered over his groin, fingers wrapping around his member.

She looked down at him as her hands pulled his skin back to reveal the tip of him with a pearl of milky fluid beading at the center.

Madison stroked him, reveling in the feel of silky smooth, pale skin, and traced the veins.

He shuddered, leaning up on both elbows to watch her as she lowered her head to flick her tongue against the tip of him, tasting him as she rubbed her little hands up and down his length.

His hips bucked wildly and he tried to control his movements as she slowly swirled her tongue around his tip, driving him mad even as his licked the taste of her from his lips.

He was already half gone in pleasure when she firmly grasped his base and slid him into her mouth, tongue licking the underside of him.

She looked at him for guidance, unsure of what to do now that he was in her mouth.

“Pump your hand on the shaft,” he moaned. And when she did he threw his head back in rapture, his moans guiding
her as she wrapped her slim fingers around the width of him and pumped it up and down, and her tongue swirled around his tip and tasty the slightly salty fluid that was foreign but not disgusting.

After the first few moments of unsure timidity she slid him further into her mouth, lips locked around his member, and rubbed the base of his shaft.

Erik moaned and tried to still his thrusting hips as she flung her hair out of the way, the tresses landing on his stomach. He grasped a lock, to reinforce that she was here, taking him in her mouth, and not some cruel dream that would end abruptly.

He became more frantic as her ministrations continued, as her tongue licked the underside of him and her hand rubbed up and down, and he was at the edge until her mouth sank halfway down his length and he came, hips thrusting one last time, and his salty fluid hit the roof of her mouth.

Erik leaned up once again on his forearms and watched as she testingly swallowed the fluid, tasting him, and then licked his now limp member clean.

He pulled her up to him and together they crawled under the covers, she settled into the crook of his arm, and he holding her. Resting his chin atop her head he stroked her back and ran his fingers through her hair and murmured his confession, “oh God, Madison, I love you.”

But she was already asleep, a faint smile on her face, as she sank into his embrace.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed reading that chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think! And thanks to all of my reviewers!
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