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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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Warning: Some light domination in this one.

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Aurora Sorelli had completely thrown Erik’s life upside down.

Rather than spending time on a more noble and artistic endeavor such as writing an opera or a composition, he was once more obsessed with a damned woman! He did not want to care for her. He had had enough of love to suit him for the rest of his days. He wanted to think of her only as a means to an end, a nubile young body he could use to slake his lifetime of sexual frustration upon. Yet despite himself, he learned everything that he could about her…her background, where she lived, who her suitors were, and so on.

Erik did not like it at all. He did not like how he would wait outside of the theater every time La Sorelli was scheduled to perform. He did not like how his heart would race and his cock would harden the minute he saw her sister enter the lobby of the Paris Opera House. He did not like how he would wait with baited breath for her to arrive at the dark corner of the dressing room corridors to meet him.

In some ways, Aurora was much worse for him than Christine ever was. Christine had always held him at bay, both physically and emotionally. While the steadfast repulsion and fear she had for him upset him, at least he had a clear mind when she was out of his sight. Not so with Aurora. She was becoming an addiction. With her sweet trusting nature and her sensuality, she held his body and mind prisoner. When he lost himself in her company and flesh, there was no more mask or murder or monster…just the beautiful natural act of a man and woman succumbing to their physical attraction for each other.

Erik knew their association could not last. Inevitably, the novelty of their trysts would wear off for her. She would eventually see him for what he was: an ugly criminal who would spend the rest of his days underground hiding from the cruelty of mankind as well as all of the policemen in Paris. And she would realize that she was a bright creature of the daytime that was not meant to live his way of life. Then she would marry some respectable handsome young man of nobility. Just like Christine had.

The very idea upset him horribly.

But what could he do? He did not care to spirit her down below and force her to be his bride as he had planned to do with Christine. She would grow to hate him if he did that. That much he had learned from his past mistakes. But he could perhaps keep her prisoner another way.

If he knew anything about Aurora Sorelli, it was that she was a woman who truly loved and craved sex. Ever since he first forced that knowledge upon her, she had kept coming back for more of the same. His aphrodisiac powder had not been so terribly strong. To be honest, he had his doubts if it would work at all. Most of her wild passion had been all her own. He had even thought to tell her so when she had been so upset with him for using the drug upon her, but somehow did not think she was ready to hear that. As he thought of how she had ridden him in the dining room like a wildcat, he realized just how sensual her nature was underneath her prim exterior. And there were depths there to be experimented with and explored…and he just loved to experiment and explore. If there was only a way to tighten that sexual hold upon her and make her completely dependent upon him…

Yet his memories of the Persian orgies only went so far. After all, he was only a spectator of those sports and no participant. What did a poor creature such as him know about the finer techniques of lovemaking?

But perhaps there was a way…

Deep in the bowels of Paris was a small bookstore with a not-too-secret backroom filled with erotic literature such as the novels of the infamous Marquis de Sade. He had heard some of the randy stagehands make jokes about such a place as he had been roaming about the catwalk of the theater. If he could only obtain an informative novel from that place…

Immediately, he sent for the formidable Madame Giry.

At first, after she had heard his request, she emphatically refused to help him.

“You are already putting me in the position of a whorehouse madam, constantly having me make up lies to cover up your assignations with Mademoiselle Sorelli. But to ask me to purchase sinful books!? Why, I have my reputation to think of, Monsieur Erik!”

“Then wear a disguise!” he snarled with irritation. “But do it! Do not persuade me to change my tactics from bribery to blackmail, Madame. And you know I shall do it if I must. I am not asking such a great favor. You simply hate the thought of my sharing carnal knowledge with a woman, although why it should concern you, I have no idea.”

“You may sleep with every prostitute in Paris for all I care!” she retorted. “But Aurora Sorelli is a different matter. Why, in some ways, your involvement with her is even worse than Christine Daae, for she is a woman of a higher class from an important family, not a chorus girl. I do not believe you realize how powerful a man Monsieur Luciano Sorelli is. If he knew you were philandering with his daughter, he would string you up with your own Punjab Lasso, Monsieur!”

“I am not afraid of any Italian criminal kingpin!”

“Hush, Monsieur!” Her eyes widened with dismay. Why, she seemed more afraid of Monsieur Sorelli than she was of him!

“Oh, do not be a fool, woman!” Erik snapped. ‘There is no one about. The man is as much of a blackguard as I am if not worse! Only he has a handsome face and has purchased a steadfast reputation.” Then sarcastically, he added, “But your worry for my well-being moves me.”

“I am only concerned for my own sake, Monsieur. For if he knows that I am associated with your pursuit of his daughter, he will string me up as well!”

“I SHALL STRING YOU UP NOW IF YOU DO NOT PURCHASE MY BOOKS!”

Not daring to provoke him further, Madame Giry left, almost in tears.

A few hours later, she returned to him with the forbidden literature, her face completely hidden under masses of black veils. He almost guffawed at the sight. Really, with such prudishness, he wondered how little Meg Giry had been conceived at all!

In his study, he examined the books with great fascination, feeling himself grow hard as the inspiration began to flow.

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With Aurora’s next visit, Erik put his plan into action.

He coaxed her to take off all of her clothes and lie upon her stomach on the bed. He also stripped down to nothing but his mask. Then he proceeded to rub oil upon her back and buttocks, massaging her gently as he sung to her. She moaned and sighed softly at his touch, practically purring like a cat. Then he had her turn over. When his soothing hands massaged her breasts and cunt, she melted into the most pliable mistress a man could want.

The literature was already turning out to be quite an invaluable resource already!

With mischievous beaming eyes, she rose to her knees and started to kiss his cock. This time, he let her explore him with her mouth as he whispered to her what he really would love for her to do. She took him in deeper, sucking at him greedily until he came with an explosion of pleasure.

Then he had her lie on top of him on the bed, facing the ceiling. He commanded her to close her eyes and spread her legs wide apart and remain still.

“Imagine you are in a palace in Persia,” he said in soft tones as he ran his hands along her naked body. “You are a slave girl that I have just bought from the auction block.”

“And I suppose you are a sultan?” she giggled, both from his words and his tickling hands.

“Yes, I am your master. When I saw you up there with your lovely fair hair and figure, I knew I had to possess you. You cost me a great deal of money.”

“My wares are not cheaply had, Monsieur.”

He was pleased to hear the enthusiasm in her voice. She was all too willing to follow his lead.

“Nor should they be. But they are mine now, for I purchased you. I own these…” His fingers stroked at her nipples. “…and these…” He cupped her breasts. “…and this…” He touched her mons. “…and this…” Finally, he touched her clit. “Your entire body is mine. Therefore, it acts under my command alone. Even you, slave girl, have no control of your body for you live to serve me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Erik.”

“A slave does not address her master by his first name.”

“Yes, Master?”

“What a quick slave girl you are,” he teased. “You will find that I can be the kindest of all Masters if you are obedient. Right now, I wish for you to be as still as a statue while I play with you. Shall you do that?”

“Yes, Master,” she gasped, unable to hide the burgeoning excitement in her voice.

He then cupped her breasts yet again and pinched her nipples firmly, rolling them back and forth between his fingers.

“I so love your breasts, my beautiful slave girl. Ever since I first saw you trembling on that auction block, I thought you had the most voluptuous sinful orbs. And your coral nipples are always so responsive to me…so eager to be played with and teased and licked and pinched…”

She moaned and arched her back with his naughty words.

“You are not to move, slave!” he commanded harshly. “If you do so again, I shall be very cross with you and assume that you are too willful to be my slave and I shall cast you off to some other Master less kind who might whip you. You would not like that, would you?”

“No, Master.”

He stroked the inside of her thighs, then lightly fingered her pubic hair. Gently, he parted her nether lips and stroked all along her folds. She was extremely wet from their make believe game. But he deliberately avoided touching her the small nub where she so obviously wanted to be touched.

She moaned, trying not to thrust her hips.

“Do statues moan, slave?”

“No, Master.”

“You seem rather uncomfortable. Would you like me touch you someplace in particular, slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Where?”

“That spot between my legs…”

“You mean here?”

As his fingers stroked her clit, he heard her inhale sharply, trying so hard not to move.

“Oh, yes, Master! There! Please touch me right there, please!”

“How can I resist such a sweet request from my new slave girl?”

As he pinched her clit, Aurora’s hips jolted up.

“As still as a statue, slave, remember? And you shall not come until I say you can.”

“Oh, Erik!” she gasped. “I mean…Master…I do not know if I can do that.”

“You shall if you want to please me!”

While Erik had engaged in this game for her benefit, he found that he was once again intensely hard. And he found he quite liked being a “Master”. He had always had such tendencies to want to be in control. There were those extremely titillating nights when he would sing to Christine, using his voice to arouse her and make her want to touch herself while she was powerless to resist him. But this was so much more intense than that. He knew he could not hold out much longer as he felt Aurora’s body tense up as tight as a bowstring while he relentlessly tickled her clit.

Unable to stand it any longer, he flipped her over on her back and entered her. She let out a moan when he filled her, now mindlessly oblivious to the rules of their game.

“No more of our game, Aurora,” he said. “God above, how I want you!”

Aurora wrapped her legs about his hips and bucked frantically against him, spasming immediately. Then he came inside her powerfully within only a few strokes.

Oh, yes, this game could be explored much more thoroughly, he thought before drifting off for the rest of the night as he held his pretty lover in his arms.

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A comment to one of my anonymous reviewers: Glad you find that the Phantom can still be scary. I do not want him to turn into a mushy puppy dog the minute he finds a woman who will have sex with him. And I expect for his dark side to come out more as time goes by.

Comment to ljaysell(?): Are those phrases really from the '70s? Thanks for the input. I will revise that because I take my smut writing seriously. LOL!
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