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Quelle Beaute	By : ladyalexis Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 1380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Two...cont...

For a moment it was if the world stood still for him. He had always felt, no matter his skills for architecture, design or music, no woman would dare look upon him, no woman would be willing to give him the physical affection he so desired. To fulfill the aching need that stirred, kept him up so many nights in sweat filled torment. His mind could hardly wrap around the idea that this woman came to him of her own free will and offered herself to him.

Gratitude. Such a mild term for what he felt at that moment.

Lenita could sense the relief, but also the apprehension and she spoke softly to him, “Master, we must put on a show for the Khanum tomorrow evening. I must perform for her, pretend I am frightened….”

His eyes darted to her so quickly, she almost jumped. Reality set in. She must not go through with the charade, not for the Khanum’s sick pleasure. “No,” he grabbed her hands. “Tonight, with no eyes to watch us, I will take you to my bed, then at sunrise, I will see to your freedom. You will not return to the palace tonight.” He instructed.

“No, Master. I knew my fate when I came here. I cannot escape it, for there is no where I can hide. If it is meant for me to die at her hands, then I shall.”

Erik would hear of no such thing. Surely, Nadir would help hide the young woman, take her to the next village. “The Daroga owes me great favor. He will deliver you to your brother’s home.”

“Master, he would not allow such a thing…”

That shocked him. No matter how many Persian customs eluded his understanding, this one confused him even more. “Does your brother not wish for your safe return?”

“He does, but you do not understand. Virgin or not, I am…unclean… now that I have been trained to be the shah’s lover, whether or not he has used me in that fashion. My brother knows he could not bring me to his home, it would shame him.”

Barbaric…Erik knew that to be true, although he hated it. But, his mind stirred another idea. “Tell me, has your brother taken wives?” he asked her.

“Yes, Master, he has taken three.”

“Then he will take a fourth.”

“Master?” she looked at him strangely.

“The Daroga will forge the necessary papers that say you are a wife, not a sister. No one will inquire anything of you. Trading of wives is common among your people, do you not agree? Your beauty would certainly be worthy of trade and your virginity would not be questioned. Would your brother agree to such a deception?”

“Yes, Master.” Her mouth curled with a bright smile, which pleased Erik greatly. He so desired a wife of his own, but knew, there was no way he could make Lenita his bride, for he could not shield her from the Khanum’s rage, even under the veil of honorable marriage.

He stood, taking her with him, leading her to his bedroom. Silent again for a moment, he allowed his eyes to take in her full beauty. Lack of direct conversation gave way to his bodies cry for immediate gratification. His eyes betrayed him, trying in vein to see what lied beneath the thin wrapped clothing. In one rush of white hot sensation, blood ran like fire to his most neglected parts, causing an almost feverish reaction that he could not explain, yet knew very well how to satisfy. He came to Lenita and she could see the passion that had grown in just the last few moments. Her eyes showed fright, but her heart dared not try to flee.

He stood inches from her, close to the wall next to his small bed and gingerly touched her neck, stroking downwards. “I give you this one last chance to leave; for beyond this point I cannot…I will not stop.” She nodded, her body also responding to his touch, the close proximity of his body to hers.

He put his mouth onto hers and together, it was if an explosion sent them both spiraling backwards, Lenita’s back flat against the wall. He pressed himself harder onto her small framed body, his knees kicking her long legs apart. Lenita allowed him to do with her as he would, complying with each movement he made. He settled between her legs, his hand grabbing one thigh, pressing it into him, his hips moving against her. She gave a small sigh, pulling away from his hungry lips, just long enough to take a deep breath, before allowing him to possess them again. Her hands ran up his chest, wrapping around his neck and settling on his dark hair, her fingers twining though the thick, soft mass. Her actions only spurred him on and he pressed himself into her a second time, this time lingering. She could feel him bulging through his pants, straining to be free.

He pulled her from the wall, perhaps rougher than he should have, but she did not protest the action. He walked her to the bed and sat her down, standing over her with her face to his torso. “Remove my trousers.” He demanded in a low and hoarse tone. She liked it, liked that she could bring that out in him and immediately complied with his wish. She reached up and unbuckled the top of his trousers, but stopped, preferring instead to run her hands down slowly, brushing over his now very hard erection that pushed against the unyielding fabric.

He hissed through clinched teeth, unsure if he could stand anymore, but not wishing for her to stop just yet. She pressed against him harder, stroking upward, then raking nails downward and back up again in immediate succession.

“Bloody hell…” he uttered, followed by a deep, long moan, a pleasing and passionate sound that Lenita liked hearing. She could very well continue all night, as long as he made that sound for her. Erik, on the other hand, was quickly losing control over his body. He gripped her hands to stop her and said again, a bit more forceful, “I said, remove them, Lenita.”

A smile crept over her face as she looked up at him, feeling more in control by the second. She unzipped his trousers and running her hand inside the waistband, slid them down his body with infuriatingly slowness. With his stomach now exposed to her, she leaned in and kissed the skin below his bellybutton before taking it into her mouth, nibbling and pulling at it.

Her long, dark hair ran through his fingers like water. He pulled her from him and for a moment, she wondered if she had displeased him, but he simply touched her chin, lifting her up to her feet. “There will be time for exploration later, dear one.” He told her. “Now, I must take you or I shall waste myself on these fine silk sheets.”

She sat herself on the bed again, this time on her knees, pulling him to her. He pressed his body against her, allowing her to slowly lie on her back underneath him. He placed both of his hands on either side of her head and kissed her deeply. This time, nothing was between them but her thin gown and she groaned, wishing the material could simply disappear.

Erik lifted his body up, sensing her wishes and pulled the material up her body and over her head. Now, she was naked before him, the sight moving him to the point where he could almost sing. Although he was unaccustomed to seeing the female form beyond that of books, her body was perfect to him. Her skin, almost olive in color instead of the usual tan of typical Persian women, was soft and supple to the touch. She smelled of delicate flowers, not the sickening cologne that the Khanum usually wore when around him, believing it pleased him. Her hips were wide and ample and he took great pleasure in exploring them with his hands.

But it was all still new to him. He would learn from her experience later, now he wanted her, needed her.

Kicking her legs apart wide, he settled between them, looking deep into her eyes, knowing while this would bring him pleasure, for a moment, it would bring her only pain. He cupped her face in his hand and when she nodded, pushed himself into her agonizingly slow. She inhaled sharply, her eyes still full of passion. He was stopped by the wall of her virginity and he looked at her again, his eyes searching for reassurance that he was doing the right thing. She again nodded, gripping his shoulders. He pushed through, feeling the break in her body and immediately stopping. Lenita cried out, biting her bottom lip and panting against the tears that formed.

“Shhh….” He kissed her cheek and she nodded again, ready to continue.

He proceeded, and this time, did not stop until he was met with her body’s natural resistance. There, he held himself, his mind overwhelmed by the wondrous feeling of finally being inside a woman.

How long he’d waited for this moment….twenty-five years….twenty-five long years.

Soon, Lenita’s hips began to move under him, signaling to him that she wanted more and he complied, moving in and out of her, driven solely by instinct and his many dreams. She drew her legs up, squeezing against his waist and he grabbed one of them, pulling it over his back, pressing himself into her as far as he could go.

“Oh my….” Her mouth uttered as her body was being pleased in a way she knew the Shah could not match.

“Are you still in pain?” he asked her.

“No, Master.”

He stopped. This time, Master would not do. He no longer wished it, feeling they were now equals. Somehow, taking her as she is calling him Master made him feel as if he was almost….raping her.

“Do not call me that….anymore.” his voice managed to say through his pleasurable moans. “I am….Erik.”

“But…” she tried to protest.

“Call me, Erik.” He pushed himself into her insistantly.

She cried out, “Yes, Erik!”

He smiled inwardly. He liked how that sounded from her, liked how it sounded for a woman to call his name, knowing he caused that in her.

“Say it again.”

She panted, her words not able to form.

He repeated, this time with a deep and long push, “Say…it….again.”

“Yes, Erik!” she cried, her nails digging into his shoulders, causing what he was sure was pain, but he could not identify it as such.

Lenita’s body began to shake and for a moment, Erik was unsure as to why, until her eyes clinched shut and her mouth gasped. He knew now she was close to orgasm, an event he was sure even shocked Lenita herself.

“Yes, let yourself go….let me feel you…” he lowered his head and placed his mouth on her exposed neck, licking the skin before clamping down and sucking hard. Lenita’s cries became louder and louder, her legs struggling to stay around his waist, but still gripping with all her might. This, she was not taught, how to fight to reach the peak. It had never been about her before, only how to please the Shah. But tonight, Erik was not about to let her leave him without experiencing her own pleasure.

“I…do not know…..if I….can…I know you cannot hold out much….longer…” she gasped.

He summoned the strength to ignore his own body, for a moment, he simply looked at her and commanded, “Open your eyes.”

She did so.

“Look at me….it will come, let it….keep your eyes on me, I want to see your pleasure.”

She took a deep breath and relaxed her body, her eyes never leaving his. His thrusts increased in intensity and speed, his body overtaking his mind. Foreheads touching, his eyes locked onto hers as well, losing himself in their intoxicating color.

“I….” she muttered, again her body beginning to shake, but this time, he knew she was close.

“Yes, Lenita, now….now…” he groaned, his own body ready to release into her.

She cried out in pleasure, her arms wrapping hard around him, her eyes clinching shut.

“Look at me!” he commanded and her eyes shot back to him as she continued to cry his name.

His body gave way and Lenita put her hands on both sides of his face, feeling the contrast between smooth and rough and kissed his mouth with deep affection.

Erik sunk into her kiss, her swallowing his passionate cries, as if he was drowning in a sea of immense contentment and delight. His body fell onto hers and he took pleasure in just feeling her body next to him.

“I never….” He pulled away from her lips and looked at her face, beaded with sweat, but full of pure contentment.

She smiled at him.

“I was here to give you pleasure, Ma….uh, Erik. And you ended up giving me pleasure instead.” She whispered.

“We gave each other pleasure. I may not be very experienced in this, but I am sure that is how you make love, dear one.”

“I was only trained to give.”

“Yes, and such a shame, to waste such talent on a man who does not appreciate it.” He moved off of her and lay on his back.

Lenita sat up, reality setting in. “Erik….if I leave, the Khanum will simply send another girl. She will not be deterred from this. I must return to the harem, and be brought before you once more.”

Erik shook his head profusely. “No, I know of a way to deal with the Khanum, to appease her and spare anymore young girls from such a horrible fate.”

“But, how?”

“Do not worry. By the time she arrives tomorrow evening, you will be safe with your brother in his home.” He pulled her down to him, so she lay on top of his body.

“But…” she opened her mouth in protest once more, but his lips covering hers stopped any further word from escaping. He groaned as he body stirred once more.

No, he was not done with her, not just yet.

Within the next two hours, Nadir was present, papers in hand and ready to deliver Lenita to her brother. Erik stood by the door, his shirt tail from his trousers, no jacket, hair mildly disheveled. Nadir knew from his appearance what must have transpired and while happy for Erik, kept silent, simply giving Erik a few short stares.

“Are you ready?” Nadir asked Lenita and she nodded, approaching Erik. She reached up out of the way of the other men and removed his mask before placing a soft kiss on his disfigured cheek, allowing her lips to linger on his smooth skin longer than perhaps she should have, but did not care.

“I….do not know how….to…..” she began, handing him back the mask.

Erik smiled, looking at her lovely body and soft face, her cheeks rosy now from their lovemaking. He rubbed his cheek, and in the most appreciative voice he had, spoke simply, “You just did.”
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