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The Dark Angel's Brothel	By : Faesy Category: M through R > Phantom of the Opera Views: 9470 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux does, and I do not make any money from creating this purely ficitonal piece of work.

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Erik let himself into his private dwellings via his mirror network and slumped into his armchair near the organ he had built in his basements. Loosening collar and cuffs he sighed and shook his head. Was letting Elise go the right decision? She seemed unhappy lately and he wanted only for his home to be a place of love for all. Resting his head in his hands he rubbed his temples, he hadn’t felt this much turmoil in a while. Running the business was easy, now it was up and running it practically ran itself, his Girls all knew what to do and how it worked and the clients were well behaved after rumors of what happened to those who weren’t, spread by none other than himself. His mind wandered back to when Elise first arrived, submissive from the very start it was very easy to coerce her to his way and in no time at all she was loyal to him and only him. Deflowered already Elise was not new to the joys of the flesh and sought only to please him, she had been broken when she came to him, sleeping fitfully with nightmares of her father.

The awful man had done unspeakable things to the girl and soon after Erik had possession of Elise the far from paternal man found himself locked away with Erik’s other miscreants. Since then Elise had worshipped the masked man and adored him like a puppy unconditionally loves its master. She attended to all his needs, be it looking after the other girls or in his private quarters, she did so without prompting or asking, just instinctively looked after him. Elise would be missed; there was no doubt about that but this Gregory man was a good man. Erik had done his own intensive investigation into the man and found him to be of solid character with money enough to continue Elise’s lifestyle of fine quality trinkets and clothes. But his mind wandered back to previous times when Elise had shared his bed and the love she had for him, unfortunately Erik’s love was bound to be Christine’s for all time, his mind made up over this fact that he allowed no one to share his bed after relations, his protesting Girls were sent back to their dorms to leave him alone. Feeling stressed and agitated were emotions he had only two ways of dealing with, Erik went to his table with a locked drawer and selected the key from the chain around his neck. Sliding it into the lock he felt his hands tremble with anticipation, it had been a very long time since he had felt in so much turmoil that he had to resort to his former past time. Opening the drawer he took out a beautifully ornate box and delicately released the clasp revealing a small pipe and a paper package of small black pills. Stroking the pipe he picked it up and picking up a pill reached around for the box of matches he had on his person to light the lamps. Fumbling briefly with the matches he struck one and watched the flame burn brightly, bringing it to the pipe he inhaled the sweet black smoke and sank to the floor. Taking deep breaths he closed his eyes and heard the ever present music in his mind grow louder and smiled, all the negative emotion kept at bay. The pipe dropped to the floor with a clatter but all he heard were the gentle drops of water into a still puddle. The euphoric tidal wave swept over him, tumbling him to the island of peacefulness and cradling him in its relaxing arms.

He stumbled to the room adjoining to his and drew the curtains, allowing only the light of a small candle to flicker outside the velvet cocoon. As the drug took total hold and relaxed the muscles in his body he kicked off his shoes and left them where they lay at the foot of his bed, the music coming to a crescendo in his mind he started to sing his long repressed songs. Songs of the night and the dark and the loneliness, of the beauty that was within each resounding beat of the wavering voice. He began to sing the song of seduction, the seduction of his one love…Opium. His mind reacted lazily, ‘that’s not right, my only love is Christine how it could it be any one else but her” but his voice continued to sing, the song that drew in his Christine to him and bewitched her would surely work on another, a child similar to his beloved. The hard walls let his voice resonate out through the tunnels and filled the level beneath the brothel with an enticing song that beckoned all to hear it.

Opium looked into the mirror placed centrally in the room she shared with Elise. Gold and Ornate, not at all tarnished, like it was brand new but by the frame surely that was impossible. Erik’s shirt was clean, crisp with a lingering fragrance that announced his mysterious presence and unarguably his masculinity. Such a well groomed man Opium had not been introduced to before, always well pressed and starched shirts, fashionably tailored suits and that scent, that totally consuming scent. It was a wonder that the clients waiting for Helen didn’t swoon in their seats at the slightest whiff of him. She waltzed around the room, ignoring the tenderness of her nether regions and rubbed the collar of his shirt against her cheek. Talking only to the mirror she whispered to her reflection
“You know, I think I’m in love! He’s so wonderful; I’ll never leave this place. Ever.” Crossing her heart she gave herself a nod and wandered around the room, looking at the bookcases and ornate chests over flowing with expensive sheets and paper. “If he wants me to be fully trained as quick as possible, then he might love me more if I use my own initiative and go and peek in at the older Girls, see how they do it, perhaps it’ll give me some ideas, have a bit more…what was the word….initiative!” Quickly raiding Elise’s cupboard for another set of equally beautiful clothes she pulled them on as quick as lace stockings allow and poked her head out of the door, checking for any girls who might think this wasn’t such a good idea. The corridor was deserted, as it should be when most Girls are working, Opium had yet to be given a formal tour of the brothel but since it was deserted outside of the individual rooms she saw no harm. Walking quietly she slipped into the door that took her to the hallway where Erik had shown her the Girls working through windows. Silently rising up onto her tippy toes Opium peeked into the first window to see Ebony kneeling between the legs of a man in an armchair. He had his hands tangled into her hair steering her directly as she took his member into her mouth, knees spread and back arched you’d think that Ebony lived for nothing more than this. Opium watched intently, taking mental notes at the ecstasy on his face, he ground the dark girl into his groin and shuddered, his moan barely audible through the sound proofed door but evident on his face. She rubbed her breasts against the door as the tingling returned between her legs and turned around, her back against the door lest she be seen by the occupants.
“Master Erik must teach me how to do that!” She imagined her Master’s hands in her hair and the look of pleasure on his face. Moving on to the next room she saw Helen this time with a couple, sandwiched between the muscled young man and his voluptuous wife clearly enjoying herself. The man entered Helen while his wife passionately kissed her, her hands kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Letting out a quiet murmur Opium smiled and kneaded her own breast gently. This job would be perfect if only she could do these things only to her Master.

Deciding to give herself a tour of the slight girl continued along the corridor. Standing next to a curtain and curtseying to a client making his way down the hallway she felt a breeze dance across the bare section across her back. Waiting until the man had disappeared into a room she turned to investigate this curious breeze that came from inside a sealed and insulated building. Moving the heavy velvet curtain to the side she ran her fingers along the wall where it joined a mirror, the whole brothel had mirrors in most rooms and no one having warned the newer girl that these were for Erik’s access and not for prying little girls to investigate she ran her fingers around the frame. As her fingers traced a strange disruption to the framework she pushed at the anomaly firmly, much to her surprise a click sounded and the mirror swung slowly back at her touch. Checking the corridor once more for people who might be lingering there still she found it empty and slipped one stockinged foot over the frame. Hugging her arms to herself she entered the dark hallway and pushed the mirror closed behind her. Looking back at the corridor she found she could see the corridor clear as day but out there this glass was merely a mirror with no hint as to the space behind it. How excited Erik would be when she told him about this strange mirror room, he could use it to get to places within the brothel faster. She smiled to herself at this opportunity to gain his favour; she had had precious little time to that since she had arrived a few days ago and had many girls to compete with for his attention. Clutching her arms to herself to keep her warm she wandered the bricked corridor til she came to a stop, the path splitting into two, to the left the darkness continued on and to the right there was a faint glow of light. Opting for the lighter path she made her way towards the light source and found a soft couch in front of glass. Hiding behind the couch she looked over into the glass to see Vanessa on the other side seeing a client out the door. Returning she stretched and yawned, it was getting to the end of the dominatrix’s night and that was her last client, all that was left to do was put her working room back in order and go to bed. Letting the hair she had put into a tight bun out she sighed with relief and started to carefully oil and clean all her leather whips and discard any soiled ropes. Vanessa moved in front of the mirror and coiled them up while looking at her reflection, to Opium however it seemed as though she was caught at her exploratory adventure. Opium smiled sheepishly and waved to Vanessa who didn’t acknowledge her what so ever but returned to stack them away then to vacate the room completely. Grinning to herself Opium pushed the mirror open and stood the other side, admiring how this glass could be both a mirror and transparent.
“How extraordinary!” Back tracking to her original mirror she turned right, towards the darkness she saw earlier to be stopped in her tracks. She could hear the barely audible sounds of singing, sweet tendrils of song tugging her towards the source. What could be there? What creature could make such sad, soulful sounds as to call to her very spirit? Trailing her fingers along the narrow wall she seemed to glide towards the sound, eyes closed since in this darkness they could make out nothing and following that voice, that voice which called to her. As she walked the singing grew louder, as if the singing was not from an external source but sounded from within her mind. She drew closer to a dim light could feel the cold draught change to a soft warmth, as she stumbled into the glass at the end she pushed it forward and stepped into the warmth of a room covered in manuscript papers, each with the recognisable handwriting of her Master. The singing came from the silhouette behind the red curtain, those magical notes that allowed her to step away from the mirror’s entrance and delve between the curtains to find this almost telepathic song.

“Master!” Opium saw her Master standing and singing with his eyes closed to the warm air, sweat glistening on his brow, one hand on his heart and the other to the space in front of him.
“Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your thoughts of the life you knew before, close your eyes let your spirit start….to soar!” he took a ragged breath, the first break in his song since she had first heard the entrancing notes. Taking his hand and placing it on her own heaving chest she placed it around her to lean back into his embrace. Still he continued to sing, quieter, as if only for her “Only then, can you belong to me….”. Erik held her to his hot body, the heat from him and the air made Opium dizzy, though she couldn’t tell if it was the temperature or the intoxicating presence of Erik’s song. Tracing his hand down her cheek he nuzzled into her hair and scooped her up, waltzing round the room and smiling. So care free. Opium had never seen Erik in such a mood, such a happy and peaceful state, as they passed by the candle he smiled at her with eyes so bright that she almost swooned were it not for his arms that supported her. Placing her on his silken bed he kissed her shoulder, moving the strap to the side and kissing across to her neck
“You my darling, you shall never leave me, never desert me, it was you all along, just for me. Finally something for me!’ he whispered into her ear, his warm voice tickling her ear, giving her goosebumps that prickled down to her fingertips.
“Oh Master, please let me be yours for all time, I will do anything you say. That song, that ethereal song summoned me, please, sing for me once more?” As he sang to her he rocked her gently, running his fingers through her hair as she unbuttoned each and every button on his damp shirt. She placed her delicate hands upon his chest which vibrated with the raw power of his voice and looked into his eyes. Opium had never seen the man in such a state, sweat beaded on his forehead and without the lines that usually crossed it. Erik ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her close to him, tracing down her back he gently nudged aside the clasp and let her clothing loosen.
“You are so beautiful little one.” Lowering his voice to a murmur he dipped her head to the side and sweetly kissed her collarbone, pulling her clothing down to leave a trail of kisses on her breast. She moaned quietly, mesmerised by his touch and arched her back slightly, the movement letting the sheer material slip to pool around her waist. Upon seeing her bare breasts Erik’s breath hitched in his chest, his warm breath caressing the sensitive skin he allowed himself to kiss a nipple, rising them up from their soft flesh. His tongue manipulated her, tugging sensuously, his teeth dragging not to cause pain but pleasure, intense pleasure. Opium had fallen completely under his spell, cupping her breasts she offered them to him willingly, he took this opportunity and lapped at them greedily losing all of his gentlemanly pretence.

The restriction in his tailored pants was almost unbearable, from the minute he had noticed the girl in his presence he had felt his loins stir with lust. Opium slipped her hands into the open sides of his shirt, the smooth body and hard muscles rippling beneath her fingers, tracing her hands to his belly button she felt the trail of hair that lead to that place of wonder. Without pausing to enjoy his ministrations she flicked his belt open, made short work of his fly and delved her hands inside, gripping him through the thin material. Erik groaned into her breast, digging his teeth into her flesh hard enough to leave imprints and surfaces to lean back, allowing Opium easier access to him. Erik felt only pulses of lust and pleasure from his loins that radiated throughout his body. He could no longer mourn the impending loss of his former favourite or recognise that for the second time in his life he was beginning an impossible journey; falling in love. His being only existed of the passion for Opium, the tingles she left on his skin and the beautiful music that emanated from inside his head. He lay back, shoulders propped up by numerous pillows, in the brief moments that Erik had retreated inside his mind she had removed his pants and was stroking him, leaning over with bright burning eyes. He uttered an inaudible syllable as she dipped her head down and licked the bead of liquid that had emerged, he uttered another slightly louder sound as she took him into her mouth. The hot, wet nest of mouth enveloped him slowly, making it’s sweet way down his shaft, pulling away teasingly before taking it so far as to make him touch the back of her throat. He was in danger of losing himself already, the drug rushing around his system putting him on the edge of bliss faster than he was accustomed to. With great difficulty he tried to control himself as she stroked him with her hands, her fingers meeting her lips. She used one hand to stroke him, the other pulling away her clothing, leaving the silky suspenders and stockings. Straddling him she leant back and stroked a finger up her thigh and dipping into herself lightly, she took her finger, the end glistening and offered it to his mouth. As soon as he could smell the musky scent he took her hand and licked her finger clean, the taste pushing him further towards losing all control and ravishing her right then. Shuffling up had took hold of his length and rubbed the swollen head against the wet lips between her legs. Erik tried to push his hips up, to push himself into that teasing, tight channel of bliss but she moved up, further than he could reach. Leaning her weight on her hands that clutched at his chest she dipped again, the tiniest inch further, pulling away again she smiled from beneath her hair and sank herself upon his entire length. He groaned loudly, the vibrations again moving up her hands, placing his hands on her hips he moved into her, slowly pulsing, letting every shred of sensation flood his brain with endorphins. In one quick move he rolled her beneath him and cradled her, one hand in her hair the other supporting himself as he made love to her in his opium daze.

His mind was silenced, no dry humoured comments, no reasoning just the pure physical sensation of opium and Opium. Reaching beneath them he rubbed his thumb against the bud of wet flesh, round in unending circles yet relentlessly loving her, her breaths grew shorter and turned into gasps for breath. Erik latched onto a nipple and massaged it with her tongue, as he flicked that nub between her legs once last time she writhed beneath him, bucking wildly and making inarticulate sounds. As her passion came to a fiery conclusion Erik couldn’t help but lose himself to, releasing the control he usually valued so much he pushed himself finally into her, moaning her name repeatedly and collapsing onto her, only his arms preventing him crushing her. He rolled to the side, cradling Opium to him with his eyes closed, the tiny dots of light dancing beneath his eyelids and the chemicals in his blood rushing around making his skin tingle with pleasure. She sighed happily sated and pressed her back against his hot chest, trying to make every inch of her skin contact his. Erik listened to their breaths, slowing from the frenzied pants of lovers to the softer deeper breaths that beckoned sleep to them. Both felt their eye lids droop, heavy and lazy, the only chance of breaking the spell was to move but neither was willing to separate and so as their breaths deepened the lovers dropped into the abyss of peaceful slumber entwined in each other’s arms.
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