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After the Angel	By : kharkcom Category: M through R > Phantom of the Opera Views: 5808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The room she entered was large and dimly lit by lamps on the grey stone walls. She wandered further in to get a closer look and gasped in shock. The room appeared to be some sort of torture chamber or dungeon.

Beside her stood a table with chains and shackles attached to it at three different points. To the other side of her was a rack full of various riding crops, short whips and a few other implements designed to cause pain. A large black wardrobe loomed in the corner nearest to her. Chains dangled from the ceiling on the other side of the table. A huge, plush chair with an ottoman sat between another rack of implements, this time full of flogs and leather straps, and a giant wooden X with more manacles.

Stunned, Cat walked to the other side of the room and shivered as she ran a finger over the cold metal of the chains. She looked down at a padded bench and saw even more shackles. In the corner, shelves full of ropes, cuffs, gags, collars and more things Cat had never seen in her short life flanked another rack of implements. This one held paddles of all shapes, sizes and materials. At the very top of the rack sat several slender canes.

Cat began to caress a black leather collar studded with sparkling gems and contemplated what she saw. It is like a dream and a nightmare all wrapped up in one. She could feel how aroused this was making her. It is my darkest fantasies come to life. Could it be? Why had he not said anything about it? Was I not supposed to know? Or is it a trap? Her head was spinning with heavy thoughts mingling with fantasy and lust, Cat walked to the door. Oddly enough, it was now locked.

***

Erique sighed as he looked at the doors he had just locked. He had been hoping she wouldn’t take the bait. As he stared at the dark wood he realized he had probably made his life so much more complicated.

We were just getting comfortable. Why did I have to toy with it?

Deep down, he knew why. The darker parts of himself that he tried to shut away whispered at him. You want her. You wanted to see her in your playroom, under your power. You wanted it even before you knew she did too. Just take her. She’s yours now. Take her. Break her.

He sighed again and pushed the thoughts away. With one more look at the door he turned away and walked down the hall. Letting her stew a few more moments won’t kill her. I need a minute to compose myself. He understood this could very well be the point of no return for them.

***

Cat stared up at the dark ceiling, bored out of her mind and frustrated beyond belief. Her legs were propped up on the ottoman, her skirts pushed up passed her knees to display trim calves clad in black stocking. Her fingers twisted and twirled her long dark hair. She’d been forcing herself to remain in the chair for the better part of half an hour. She didn’t want him to catch her admiring anything in the room. Determined to do things her way, Cat didn’t want any outward signs to show she was enjoying this.

After a few moments her eyes wandered over to the chains dangling from the ceiling. She remembered how the metal felt under her finger and wondered how it would feel wrapped around her wrists. Images of herself nude and bound while a dark figure tormented her began floating through her mind.

Erique slipped into the room to find Cat on his chair, her eyes clouded with lust, staring at the chains on the other side of the room. Swiftly, he moved over to her and had his hand wrapped in her hair before she even realized he was in the room. Gasping in pain and shock, she turned to look up at him.

“You just couldn’t resist the temptation, could you ma cheri?” He said while running one hand over her pale cheek and down to her neck. “You were simply too curious.”

"Hello Erique." She said primly. "How are you?"

"Well enough. At least as well as one can be when you find an uninvited guest in your playroom."

"Playroom?"

"Yes. A room where one…" His voice became sensual. "Plays. Like I'm going to do with you."

Her eyes were wide and he could fell her pulse racing as his hand rested lightly on her throat. “What are you going to do?” She whispered huskily.

Releasing his hold on her hair, he smirked. “Nothing too harsh. I am just going to show why little kittens shouldn’t wander in places forbidden to them.”

She flushed a delightful, delicate rose and he chuckled darkly. Bending down, he kissed one of her blushing cheeks before whispering to her. “I want you to stand up for me.”

As he pulled away, she jumped up to obey. The wine colored satin of her dress shone under the candlelight. Sitting down, he grinned and tugged her over his lap. He bent down and whispered once more. “Remember, you wanted this.” He then brought his hand down hard on her bottom.

Jolting, she gasped and wiggled for a moment before settled back down. He judged her reaction before bring his hand down again. To make sure she wasn’t going to run from him screaming, he continued to pause between slaps. When he was sure, the blows began to fall faster.

He could feel her heart racing against his thigh, beating faster with every hit. This only made him increase his tempo, his hand landing again and again. She began to squirm around across his lap, subtly pressing her pelvis into his leg as she became more aroused.

The spanking was everything Cat had ever imagined. She loved the way his free hand pressed against the small of her back, pinning her across his lap. She started to crave every slap, with its sting and delightful mixture of pleasure and pain. She adored how she could feel the heat between her thighs increasing with every strike. What excited Cat the most however, was the growing hardness pressing against her stomach.

He enjoys this too. He is as perverse as I am.

Erique began to slow his blows down. After several moments he stopped altogether, only rubbing his hand softly across her gently abused flesh. She was starting to think it was all over when he began to tug her skirts up, revealing her black silk bloomers to the room.

“What are you doing?” She cried out in indignation.

“Hush Catalina. Haven't you ever been punished before?” He asked as he pushed her skirts out of the way.

Her face turned a brilliant shade of red in embarrassment and she felt herself grow more aroused. "No. Never."

"Well this is how it always goes."

Every slap felt more intense without all of her heavy skirts protecting her. Rapidly, his hand continued to come down without mercy. Her breathing became ragged and several of the blows made her gasp and whimper at the intensity.

After what somehow felt like both mere moments and an eternity of blissful agony, he stopped. "Stand up."

She did so quickly, her skirts falling back into place, and looked at him with fever bright eyes. Every nerve ending in her body craved his attention, his touch.

He could feel his cock twitch at the lust he saw in her eyes and had to compel himself to remain composed. Forcing yourself upon her now will get you nowhere you want to be.

"How does it feel to be over my knee while I spanks that pretty ass of yours?" He inquired.

"Better than I had ever imagined." She replied honestly.

"You enjoyed it?"

"Tremendously."

A frown developed on his handsome face. "Then I am doing something wrong. It is not an effective punishment if you are enjoying it that much."

She flushed as her body began to tingle in anticipation.

"Are you wearing a corset beneath that dress?"

"Of course." Confused, she responded.

"Then come here. While that is a lovely dress, it's coming off." His deft fingers made short work of the myriad of tiny buttons. "How did you possibly get this on by yourself?"

With the buttons undone, she wiggled out of the dress and held it up. She revealed a line of small hook & eye clasps hidden on the side of her dress, going from the waist up to right under her arm.

"That's exceptionally clever."

"I came up with the idea a while ago and had my seamstress put it in most of my dresses. I loathe having to rely on a maid all the time."

"And your corset? How do you get it on and off?"

She gestured to the front of said corset and he noticed what looked like a larger version of the hook & eye. "They all have these metal busk in them. I just have to loosen the corset and then unsnap it to get it off and the same process in reverse to get it on."

"It still astounds me how intelligent you are. Nothing like Chris..." He broke off.

Quickly, she looked down at the stone floor and waited for him. He could tell she knew he was thinking of someone besides her. The hurt in her eyes where there had been lust and joy made him want to kick himself.

"Now where were we before that little distraction? Ah. Yes. Your punishment." looking her over, he admired the sight of her in nothing but her corset, bloomers and stockings. Black made her skin look so beautiful, so touchable. He'd get to that though.

She looked up at him, hopefully.

"Do you think a paddle or strap would better fit your transgression? Or maybe a riding crop? Hmm."

The idea of him punishing her with an implement made her stomach clench in excitement. "I do not know."

"Of course you do not. You haven't done this before. I have however. I was simply thinking aloud." He stood and walked to the rack closest to the door.

A wide ended riding crop is quite possibly the most versatile out of all of his various implements. It was extremely easily to control the precise amount of pain delivered and the sting it created started off mild then built to greater intensity. It also had the benefit of looking far more intimidating than it was. Erique grabbed a long and sleek black one from the rack and swished it through the air several times.

Cat watched him, her eyes once again full of lust with an edge of fear. A shiver ran down her spine as his eyes caught hers. She could tell he desired her and that knowledge made her blush.

As he walked back to her, Erique continued to stare in to Cat's black eyes. while tapping the crop against his hand. The pink highlighting her cheeks made him smirk.

"Alright little one. I want you over that footstool."

She arranged herself so her legs hung off the edge, her feet anchoring her on the ground, her bottom an ideal target. He swished the crop a few more times, delighting in the way she shivered and jumped. Finally, he stop teasing and brought the crop down with a satisfying crack.

Cat released the breath she had been holding with a soft sigh. The sting was perfect, just enough to make her skin warmer and tingly. Sensing her appreciation, he began to bring the crop down in earnest, covering her bottom with multiple light, stinging slaps.

As the blows began to increase in force, Cat's breath caught in her throat. Everything was just so fantastic, she could feel her wetness practically dripping down her legs. Each blow smarted with just the right blend of heat and pain. I never even dared to dream this would actually happen to me.

Her thoughts were broken when Erique paused to yank down her silken bloomers. She gasped as cool air brushed over her damp sex.

"W-what are you doing?" Softly, she asked.

"A proper punishment always ends on the bare. How else am I supposed to get my point across?" With that he smacked her already bright pink bottom with the crop, hard.

She has the perfect derrière. It is the most delightful heart shape and so easy to spank. Firm but it still bounces when I strike her. And it blushes wonderfully. He mused to himself as he continued to punish her.

After several minutes, her bottom bordered on scarlet while she panted and squirmed. He landed a few more blows before stopping to admire his handiwork. That was when he noticed the glistening flesh between her thighs.

"Tsk tsk. What am I supposed to do with you?" He murmured as he ran a hand over the heated skin of her rear. "Naughty thing."

She gasped and parted her thighs ever so slightly, inviting his touch. Smacking her bottom a couple more times before he dipped a hand into her wetness. He caressed the smooth, damp flesh and she moaned, a soft sensual sound that encourage him to continue. He began seeking the little pearl hidden within her folds. It had been nearly a lifetime since he had touched a woman's body like this.

Erique knew he had found what he was searching for when her hips bucked up and her legs spread a little more apart. As he continued to stroke the hard nub, she could feel a delicious pressure building up inside her. Every touch made swirls of pleasure arc and build within her. Finally, when she felt she couldn't take anymore, something inside of her exploded into ecstasy. Her every nerve ending surged with bliss. She moaned loudly and then felt his hand pull away slowly. After several moments of nirvana, the pleasure began to fade to an a mere echo.

Cat took a couple of deep breaths before looking up at Erique. "What was that?" She asked breathily.

"La petite mort. An orgasm." The smug smile on his face widened. "Did you enjoy it?"

She nodded quickly. "It was wonderful."

"Good."

He then smacked her rear several times before once again sliding his fingers between her thighs. Those incredibly dexterous digits made her body hum with residual pleasure. Soon, she felt something different and amazing. He began to slowly press a finger inside of her. She gasped and squirmed, inviting him to go deeper. Instead, however, he jerked his hand back.

"You are a virgin." He said in surprise.

"Of course." She sat up and looked at him. "Why does that matter?"

"What were you thinking? You could have been ruined. I could have ruined you!" He shouted.

"I do not care about that."

He took several steps away from her. "You must care. I will not disgrace you. I will not. I cannot!" He then fled from the room, leaving her to sit there alone. He ran down the hall and only once he was securely in the tunnels, did he slow down to think.

Of course she is untouched. She is nobility. Actually, since her parents are dead and she is of age, she should now have their titles. I just punished the Countess of Essex. With a riding crop no less. Mon Dieu I should have expected this. She was always too perfect for me. I never deserved her.

***

Cat sat there for several moments, stunned. He left me…He is gone… He does not want me… Just because I am not experienced…

Tugging her bloomers back into place, she then gathered her dress and left the playroom. Numbly, she walked back to her own chambers. Once she had locked the door behind her, she dropped her dress to the floor and collapsed onto the bed. Only then did she allow the tears she had been holding back begin to flooding down her cheeks. She buried her face in her pillow and cried herself into a dreamless sleep.
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