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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 warning: Domination and bondage below. Enjoy or skip as you see fit.

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When Aurora arrived at the Paris Opera House with the newest suitor that her father had foisted upon her, Baron Basil von Rothsberg, she was immediately summoned by Madame Giry. She was thankful to have an excuse to get away from this man as he was not like the others. He was an older man with an air of self-assurance and control. There was something about his haughty manner that grated on her nerves. He seemed a bit unfriendly cold with his hawkish nose, beady eyes and dull conversation; yet, he almost seemed to be undressing her with his eyes when he thought she wasn’t looking. No, she did not like him at all.

Making her excuses to the Baron, she hurried to Madame Giry’s side.

“La Sorelli wishes to see you, Mademoiselle.”

Aurora could not help but feel a bit disappointed. She was hoping that Erik was going to rescue her from her escort sooner rather than later.

Dutifully, she went back towards the corridor where her sister’s large dressing room was located.

La Sorelli was a woman much lusted after in Paris. Almost every evening, a new man would become entranced with her graceful lithe form as she glided across the stage in dance. Her dressing room was filled with bouquets of flowers from such admirers. And she was beautiful.

The difference between the two sisters in looks was glaring. They were both blonde with blue eyes. That was where the similarities ended. Sophia was a striking woman, her eyes constantly flashing with heated emotion in every occasion. Aurora, on the other hand, had a delicate quiet beauty in comparison. While both women were attractive in their own right, Sophia always got the lion’s share of attention, seemingly since birth. This was a fact of life which Aurora had never questioned.

Closing the dressing room door behind her, Aurora entered to find Sophia sitting at her dressing table, applying her stage makeup. Her sister smiled at her, asking her to sit beside her as she worked at her face.

“What is this about, Sophia? You never like having visitors before a performance!”

“Nonsense, child! You are no visitor but my sister. I never see you anymore. Only in the lobby when you arrive for my dancing. So you are here tonight with a Baron? Our papa’s sights are moving higher for you, are they not?”

Aurora sniffed in disdain.

“Well, he shall have to lower his sights for I find the Baron insufferable!”

Sophia laughed with a shrug.

“Well, I suppose you shall shun him tonight with an excuse of illness as you have done all of the others.”

“I do not mean to shun anyone,” Aurora stated before lying. “I have not been well at all.”

“What sort of a fool do you take me for?” Sophia asked, standing up from her chair dramatically. “I have never seen you look more radiant. You have taken a lover, haven’t you?”

Aurora’s heart stopped cold, her eyes threatening to bug out of her head.

“Sophia, just what are you implying?”

“Merely the truth. I am no fool, sweet sister. You come to see my performance, but you never remain after the curtain call. In fact, most of the time, you are gone by intermission. He must be quite a man for you to take such chances!”

Aurora was simply rendered speechless by her sister’s accusations.

“Oh, please do not bother to explain or deny it!” Sophia laughed. “Your tomato-red blush says it all. I never thought I would see my paragon of a sister fall so hard from grace. Papa would be livid if he knew!”

“You are not going to tell Papa, Sophia? Please…” Aurora rose from her chair in consternation, feeling as if she would faint from the anxiety.

“Of course not, child!” Sophia shook her head as she waved out her hand with a large gesture. “I am not anxious to see the entire house of Sorelli fall about our heads from Papa’s rage! So who is this Romeo? Do I know him?”

Aurora bowed her head silently.

“I cannot reveal who he is.”

“You mean you will not!” Sophia retorted. For a few moments, there was only silence between them as she studied her reflection in the mirror. “I have never been much of a sister to you, have I, Aurora?”

“I do not know what you mean.”

“All of my life, I was always the one who received all of the attention. I was always being shuffled about to ballet class and rehearsals and recitals. When we were older, I was always the one with the big dramatic problems while yours were insignificant trifles. And now, my life is filled with the glamour of the stage while you have been burdened with the expectation of maintaining the respectability of the Sorelli family.”

Aurora simply shrugged.

“I have never resented you for that.”

“Liar!” Sophia’s eyes were alight with humor. “But I want to be a sister to you now. I want to give you something and I want you to promise me that you shall use it.”

Reaching into the drawer of her dresser, Sophia handed Aurora a small compact case.

“What is it?”

“It is a plug that you must wear before your lover enters you,” her sister answered abruptly. “Therefore, you shall not accidentally disgrace the Sorelli name by bearing a bastard.”

“Oh, my God!” Aurora cried out in horror. “Sophia, oh my God! I never even thought about…”

“I know you did not, you silly goose,” her sister interrupted. “You have been far too sheltered by Papa, Aurora. Have you had your time yet?”

She strained to think.

“I suppose I should be due any day now.”

“Good. Hopefully, all will be well. Then you can enjoy this man without any unwanted repercussions.”

Aurora could not believe how matter-of-fact her sister was being about the whole incident. As she watched Sophia slip on her ballet costume, she worried her lip in agony.

“You do not think me a horrid woman?”

Sophia gave out a harsh laugh.

“I would be quite the hypocrite if I did, wouldn’t I? After all, I have certainly had my share of lovers over the years. What right do I to have to begrudge you the same pleasures in life? I just do not want to see you irreparably harm yourself in the process. You have always been so sweet and trusting…more so than you should be. This man, he treats you well?”

“He is wonderful,” she answered softly. “I have never felt so…” She could not even think of a word to describe how Erik made her feel.

“Oh, stop!” Sophia cried out. “I cannot bear it! Just the look in your eyes is making me horribly jealous. Does this man have a brother?”

Tears arose to Aurora’s eyes even as she laughed at her sister’s joke.

“Well, for Heaven’s sake, Aurora! You needn’t get all maudlin about it!”

“I am sorry to be such a ninny. It is just that I have felt so horrid and wonderful at the same time. It is nice to talk to someone who understands.”

“You cannot help yourself, Aurora,” Sophia said. “The Sorelli blood runs hotly. We have always been a passionate lot. Now leave me in peace, girl. I have a performance to attend to.”

Aurora arose, hugging her sister, careful not to smudge her makeup. As she left, she motioned for Madame Giry, quietly asking her to make the necessary arrangements for her to meet with Erik.

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Erik’s kiss was like water for a starving woman.

He took her by the hand and led her into the music room. With candelabra and a large pipe organ dominating the room, it was meant to be a replica of his old room that had been discovered by the police after his abduction of Christine. It had been his favorite room; therefore, he simply reconstructed it elsewhere in the catacombs.

“Would you wear this for me tonight, Aurora?”

He handed her a box with a large red ribbon tied around it. Opening it, she gasped out loud. Inside was the garb of that of a slave girl. Whether it was an actual article of clothing from Persia or simply a costume from one of the opera productions, she could not say. What there was of the costume consisted of mainly red veils and chains placed in strategic places.

“I can’t wear this, Erik!” she started. “It is so shameful!”

He pulled her close, nuzzling at her throat.

“Why should you be ashamed? After all, only the two of us are here. Please, Aurora…you would look so beautiful dressed as my slave. Did you not enjoy our game from before? I should be so pleased. You want to please your Master, do you not?”

“Yes, Erik…I mean, Master…” she sighed, feeling her body tighten with lust.

In the bedroom, she put on the chains and veils, studying herself in the mirror. With her long fair locks resting along her back and shoulders, she did not recognize herself in the scanty clothing. Her breasts and hips were just barely covered by the transparent red veils. She looked worse than a prostitute. Yet, she also had to admit that she looked very seductive as well.

Returning to the music room, she felt her heart pound with exhilaration as she stood before Erik. He played some sort of exotic foreign-sounding music as she entered the room. And he again had that stalking hungry look as he studied her while stroking the keys.

When he stopped playing and approached her, Erik appeared to be wearing only a black silk robe with nothing on underneath it.

“You have pleased your Master so much, Slave. You are so lovely.”

She smiled shyly.

“But as pretty as your eyes are, you must not look at your Master in the face. Keep your eyes lowered to the ground.”

“Yes, Master,” she answered, obeying immediately.

“Hold your wrists behind your back, slave.” It was not a request, but a masterful command.

Aurora did so, trembling as she felt him bind her wrists together behind her back with a rope. Nervously, she clenched her thighs together tightly.

“You must not be afraid. You trust me?”

“Yes, Master.”

Even with her eyes lowered, she could feel his eyes burning into her with heated lust.

“Oh, yes,” Erik whispered as he lowered her veil so that her breasts were freed and exposed. “I like you very much this way…unable to escape my hands when I touch you. You can do nothing but helplessly accept my pleasure…all of it that you can take…”

She felt herself get wet.

“Would you like your Master to touch your breasts, Slave?”

“Oh, yes, Master…please…”

“Please what?”

“Please touch my breasts, Master.”

He placed her upon the organ bench, making her spread her thighs wide as she sat upon it.

“If you move, your Master shall become very angry with you.”

The more of these clandestine meetings they had, the more skilled Erik became with his hands. He knew exactly where to touch her with what amount of pressure to drive her into a state of mindless desire.
Bound as she was, she felt so sensitive all over. Every touch of his fingers seemed to make her insides squirm with need. And she found that she loved feeling this way…she absolutely loved it…

Some time later, Erik positioned her so that she was leaning over the organ bench at the waist, her breasts dangling off the end of the seat and her legs spread wide. She was both horrified and thrilled at this disgraceful pose he had put her in.

“Do you want your Master to fuck you, slave? Just like you are now, bound and bent over before me?”

She was entirely too in need to refuse him.

“Yes, Master, please…”

“Please what?”

“Please…” She swallowed hard before saying the profanity. “Please fuck me.”

Aurora felt him lift up the veil around her hips, part the lips of her vagina and carefully enter her from behind. She could not hold back her moans as he filled her. While he thrust into her repeatedly and firmly, he managed to snake his hand around the front of her so that he could rub her clit at the same time. The climax was coming fast and furious.

“Please, Master, please may I come?” she shrieked when she could no longer stand it.

“You have learned your lessons well, Slave. Just hold out a little longer.”

His moves accelerated against her, making her cry out in small little bursts. She was glad he had not ordered her to remain quiet, because there was simply no way she could do so.

“Come for me, slave. Now!”

Immediately, her body obeyed, spasming about him again and again. The pleasure was so intense that it almost hurt. She was vaguely aware of his own sounds of climax behind her. Odd how tied up as she was, she had never felt so free. Somehow, she suspected she would never be the same after tonight. She had learned too much about the darker side of her nature…a whole side of her that she had never known she was capable of feeling until she had been taken by Erik.

After a few moments, Erik unbound her and carried her into the bedroom. Overwhelmed with the passion from their lovemaking, he buried his face deeply into her shoulder as he lowered her onto the bed, so deeply that his mask slipped off and onto the floor. She had only caught a glimpse of the wrinkled scar tissue on his cheek before he hurriedly covered his face with his hand, searching about frantically for where his mask had gone.

“Oh, my God!” Erik sobbed pitifully. “Aurora, I am sorry! I am so sorry!”

Her heart ached when she saw how upset he was becoming.

“I’ve seen your face before, Erik,” she said in an attempt to sooth him. “Your face does not frighten me. It is all right.”

“No, it is not! It most certainly is not! Where did the cursed thing go?”

He fell to his hands and knees beside the bed, grasping the mask furiously as he placed it back on.

“You don’t have to wear that mask around me, Erik. It must be horribly uncomfortable to wear it all of the time like you do. You even wear it when you sleep.”

“I am more uncomfortable without it,” he answered shortly before returning to lie upon the bed.

“Please, Erik, let me…” Aurora gently touched the mask. At first, he moved as if he would jolt away when she started to take it off, but then thought better of it and sat still with an expression of hopeless resignation.

She touched the outline of where the mask had pressed against his face.

“You have red marks all around where the edges of the mask are. See, I knew it had to be chafing you. Please do not wear it, Erik. At least, not when we sleep at night. I do not want you to be in pain.”

“It does not hurt much,” he said. “Besides, if I did not wear it, you would grow to fear and hate me.” His voice was monotone and low, filled with despair.

Aurora hated seeing him in such a state. She gave him back his mask which he hurriedly replaced back onto his face.

“It would be awfully unreasonable behavior on my part to hate you or fear you,” she said. “You did not ask to have your face, after all. But you are more than just a deformed face to me, Erik. There are so many other sides of you. And I could never hate you.”

It was on the tip of Aurora’s tongue to say that she loved him, but she did not dare.

Something in Erik’s cold stonelike expression seemed to crack. Suddenly, he broke down in tears, crying out with such horrid agony that he sounded more like a beast than a man, clutching on to her body as if he would never let her go. She cuddled him to her body, stroking his hair until his grief had subsided.
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