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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,181
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Phantom of the Opera movie(s), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter
"We did say anything, didn't we mon ami?" You run your hands over her as you lock eyes with Gerik.
"Yes...yes...anything," her voice cracks as you nip her shoulder. Opening her eyes, she looks from you to Erik. "Please Monsieur..."
His green eyes darken as his gaze flits to her nude body as it arches under your hands before looking again at you. You can see the tense muscles of his legs and torso, his erect member with the pre-cum shining on the tip. You know he wants to, and you've never been able to deny him.
"Please," her hoarse plea echoes off the stone walls as you pinch her erect nipples.
Erik resists no longer, grabbing her behind the knees, pulling her away from you to the edge of the bed. He wastes no more time, spreading her thighs with his knee and sheathing his cock to the hilt with a harsh growl. Her eyes flash wide and her mouth opens, but the only sound to escape is a strangled gasp as the nine inches fill her.
You feel your own body begin to react as you watch him thrust into her writhing body. Subconsciously your hands travel down your body, your fingers finding your own wet opening and thrusting in time with the tense rhythm of Erik.
He grabs her hands, pinning them above her head as he pounds himself into her even harder. His masked face looks up at you and even in the cool room you can see the sweat running down him. He watches you working your fingers as you watch him fucking your now frantic friend.
"Monsieur....oh god....I'm going to...." her words are stopped short as he pulls out and looks at her with a wicked gleam.
"No no...not yet, mademoiselle" He looks up and you, his gaze commanding you to still your own caresses.
"What?" She pants breathlessly.
"Don't worry, mon ami," you say as you crawl over to kiss his lips. "My Monsieur loves this kind of torture, yes?"
His tongue moves to taste deeply of your mouth as he sweeps his hand down her body, roughly thusting two long fingers into her. Her begging cries almost drown out Erik's answer.
"You've never complained about your torture mon ange, and I doubt that before this night ends, Mademoiselle will have any complaints either.." You watch as he moves to stroke her clit with his thumb, the caress forcing another desperate cry from her.
"Please....anything....any...thing....monsieur." The tone of her voice is almost unrecognizable as Erik continues his ministrations.
"Anything?" He stops and pulls his hand from between her thighs, rubbing the wetness upon her belly. "Very well then." Erik stands up and picks a black cravat up from the table. Handing the silken cloth to you he smiles darkly. "Blindfold her."
"Yes, mon ange." You help your shaking friend to sit up before putting the cloth over her eyes and securing it well. As soon as it is tied he motions for you to come off the bed to him.
He wraps his arms around you whispering gently in your ear. "I have no complaints about tonight my love....but I would rather only you see me."
You smile up at him, pressing your fingers into the strong muscles of his chest.
"The anything applies to this too. Whatever you are comfortable with. May I?" You ask as your hand moves to hover close to the mask. He gives a tense nod, and gently you peel the white leather from his face. Your other hand pauses at the black wig.
"This too as well my love?" His eyes stay closed as he nods again. Once both items are removed you set them down carefully and turn back to him. You take a moment to trace his features, both sides perfect in your eyes, before pressing your lips to his. Wickedly your hands trail down the light path of hair, past his navel, moving firmly but slowly lower, A harsh groan escapes him as you trace the length of his cock, still damp from her body. "Now what did you have planned?"
He moves your hands and guides you back to the bed and your friend. "My apologies for having kept you waiting, mademoiselle. There was a... business matter to attend to."
"Is that what you call your mask Monsieur? Business?" She laughed lightly. "More like an excuse to get some individual attention. But do not worry, I understand the bounderies. I simply choose which rules I want to follow, and this enjoyable experience is not one which I wish to disrupt. So no worries that I will pull off my blindfold or run my hands where I shouldn't."
Erik glances over at you smugly. "Funny she understands rules, but you..."
You move to punch him in the arm, but he intercepts you and pulls you to him, possessing your mouth roughly as he pulls you onto the bed. You both land beside your friend who moves over with a small shriek, but Erik grabs her arm and pulls her to his body.
"Your mouth, mademoiselle. Use it well." She obliges as her hands move down Erik's chest, nipping kisses along the way to his cock.
Erik turns back to you, his large hands cupping your breasts roughly, bringing them to his mouth. He closes around a nipple with a growl as she licks the tip of his cock. You fist your hands in his hair as he sucks hard upon the sensitive tip, the hot sensations running through your entire body, "Erik...."
He releases you with a snarl and you turn and see the cause of it. Her head is bobbing rhythmically upon his cock, her mouth sucking deeply upon him.
"Enough!" His voice was rough. Pulling her mouth away, he lifts her to straddle him. "I want you to ride me mademoiselle, your body doing exactly what your mouth was, understood?"
Her breathless yes is soft in the room as Erik turns to you, his eyes dark, wicked. "Guide me." Your hand moves to his cock as your friend raises up on her knees. You hold his cock as she slowly slides down upon him, sheathing him until she meets your hand. You move away as Erik takes hold of her hips and rams her down upon the remaining length.
"Oh..." is all she manages to say as she begins to ride him.
"Come...here..." His control amazes you as he pulls you to him. "I want to....pleasure....you..as well. Straddle my...chest."
You begin to understand what he has in mind as you carefully move over him. His face contorts with his efforts and you lean over to kiss him. Breaking away with a harsh moan his hands roam down your body, retracing familiar territory. His hand slides between your thighs, effortlesly sliding into your wet and aroused flesh. Your cry joins that of your friend as Erik strokes you both. After a moment of such pleasure, he pulls his hand and takes both to grab your thighs. "I want to taste you as you come love. Come here."
You never hesitate, moving to straddle his face as his hands wrap around your legs, pulling you hard against his mouth. His tongue slides over your wet folds, before his teeth gently nip your swollen clit. His tongue then thrusts itself into your body, the rhythmic motion enhanced by the movement of the simultaneous fuck.
You are barely aware of the pleading cries of your friend as her orgasm overtakes her. Her inner muscles clenching around his cock sets Erik off, his body thrusting uncontrollably against her as he digs his short nails into your thighs. His rhythm never breaks from you though and you know you are close. His sweeping tongue moves up as he licks over your swollen clit. The repetitive caress sends you over the edge, and you arch back with a cry, every nerve seemingly on fire.
You move off of him, but he quickly catches you in a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself upon his lips. Your friend slides off his spent member with a groan, before collapsing with her head on his abdomen. You follow suit, resting contently on his chest. The room is quiet now, the flicker of the low candle casting ghostly shadows upon the stone walls.