A/N- Thanks fallen mask, you are the best

A/N- Thanks fallen mask, you are the best.

Chapter three

Mistress

Raoul lay on his silk sheets, thinking of Christine. He turned over staring at the violet wall. He'd been drunk since that night when his child was born, his bastard daughter! How dare she do this to him? He couldn't sleep; his eyes just wouldn't close. He sat up in bed, and reached for the bottle of whiskey on his bedside table. He took a long swig, and lay back down. He let, the empty bottle slip from his hand. The class shattered as it hit the wooden floor.

Raoul felt lonely, he needed love, he for the first time in his life he felt the need to take a mistress. He got out of bed, feeling suddenly nauseous from the alcohol, he ran to the bathroom. He looked around the marble room before leaning his head over the toilet and beginning to vomit up everything he had drank When he had finished he swore nastily under his breath.

He washed up, and went to his large oak stable calling his mare. Pearl came to her call. He mounted and dug his heels into the horse's ribs. He rode on to the prostitution rink. He solicited a young Indian girl named Jasmine. She was beautiful, with raven hair, tan skin, and black eyes.

He took her back to his mansion, and set her down on a chair. "The night is far too short as it is." He murmured and kissed her ever so passionately. He ran his hand up and down the fabric of her flimsy dress. She must've liked it because she began to tangle her long nails in his long dirty blond hair. As they broke the kiss, she bent her delicate head to lick his neck. He moaned kissing her ear. He pulled her onto his lap, and kissed her again, running hand across her left breast.

She moaned his name as he undid the loosely tied sash at her waist. She unbuttoned his shirt, and ran her hand over the chiseled muscle on his chest. He smiled and picked her up, laying her on his silk bed. She let him untie her red hair-ribbon. He groaned as she worked with the buttons of his polyester sleevess.

"Oh…" she breathed as he moved into her. She finally let him work his 'magic' on her body. He moved smoothly as he reached his climax. She soon reached hers.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked and pulled her to him. She nodded and he said, "Then you won't object to being my permanent mistress." She smiled, nodded her consent and he gave her another kiss knowing he had a new woman at his side. Raoul groaned in his sleep, he turned over to see Jasmine lying beside him. God he wanted Christine, and he wanted her now. She was after all his legal wife; he had every right to her. How dare she leave him for that stupid Phantom guy, wait he had just realized, that he was the one who'd told her to leave in the first place. He felt so completely totally and utterly stupid for thinking she had not taken him seriously. All he ever wanted had been in his grasp, until he'd let his rage get the better of him. He missed her, no, it was deeper that; he longed for her!

"Raoul?" came Jasmine's soft voice. He looked at his mistress she was so lovely. He tenderly stoked her hair and felt his heart clench, when he realized something he was slowly falling for his mistress. He should have seen it coming and yet he did not. "Raoul?" she asked again and he merely turned away, cursing nastily. He hated Christine! If it were not for her he would not be in this position in the first place. He would make her ay for ruining his life; he vowed over and over she would pay!

He got up and went to the refrigerator taking out a bottle of scotch and Tortugas rum; he poured both into a large goblet-like glass and stirred the mixture well with teaspoon. He swallowed the concoction with two gulps, and felt an immediate buzz. Not thinking clearly now because of the alcohol, he made himself another glass and downed it in one swig.

He then sat down and tried to think, how could he make that little witch suffer the most. Let's see she has a daughter! Of course, The best way to make her feel all the pain in the world and then some was to take away that thing that only she and the monster could call a daughter, He knew giving her an ultimatum would bring her crawling on her knees begging his forgiveness.

He smiled raising his glass in a toast to some invisible person who'd given him this stroke of genius. He would set his plan in motion in one week's time, when they were least expecting it. Then she would Pay oh yes she would wriggle like a worm on s hook before him groveling like a slave, who's will would easily bend to his own. He rose, to return to bed and his mistress an evil smile lighting his face.

Back in Erik's lair…

(A/n-here is the first love scene, this is the reason this story is rated M)

Christine awoke to find Erik cradling her oh so tenderly. "Good morning my angel, did you have a peaceful rest?" He asked her, she sighed and leaned against him. He rubbed her back, kissed her hair and murmured soothing words to her. "No, no my little blue bird, there will be none of that now. For you know, angels are not supposed to weep."

"Oh Erik Mon ange de Musique, Mon Cherie amour (My angel of music, my sweet love) I saw Raoul again… every night I see him in my dreams!" she cried on him harder and harder.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh my little songbird, don't think of him anymore. You are safe." He murmured in her ear.

"Oh Erik I know… but I just cannot get him out of my head." Christine sobbed.

'It's a good thing Christi is in Christine's old bedroom, and cannot hear any of this.' Erik thought to himself as he rubbed Christine's temple soothingly. He sighed exasperatedly, when was that vomit-drinking rat of a Comte ever going to stop haunting them? He tried to soothe her by giving her a tight embrace, when Christine placing a hard kiss on his lips shocked him. He welcomed the gesture and slowly began to deepen it, until his tongue had slipped so far into her mouth it was down her throat. Erik reluctantly broke the kiss out of a desperate lack of oxygen, and moaned as Christine licked his pulse point.

She felt absolutely on fire for him, now she needed him his touch, his kiss he did not fight, more than anything he knew what she wanted and was more than happy to oblige. He began to press soft kisses down her neck his gentle yet steel-like hands curled around her chin lifting it exposing the satin flesh of her porcelain-looking throat. She threw back her head, letting out a moan of absolute pleasure as his tongue entered her mouth. She opened it further, and allowed his probing exploration, his sweet hot assault. She felt dizzy, happy, and in pain all at the same time, his hands, his mouth, his scent of vanilla candles and roses was almost torture for her. He guided her to their bed and laid her down gently taking his place on top of her.

He removed his gloves and his hands began to roam all over her blouse and his mouth worked on impulse, kissing and licking all over her face. He slipped his hand underneath his shirt, feeling his heated hands run over her soft smooth skin. He found her left breast and squeezed it with lusty enthusiasm, she groaned in fierce pleasure as he began to suck her smooth belly. Almost automatically she began to smooth the taunt flexing muscles. She began to work with the buttons of his cotton nightshirt needing to feel her lover's body in her arms.

"Oh my goodness…. Erik!" she yelped as Erik began to nip her neck gently leaving his little bruises all over her neck, now all she wanted was him inside of her, his hands warm and soft… they were driving her mad. Her body was such an insane mixture of pain and indescribable pleasure that she had no idea where one ended and the other began.

He started to reach down the straps of her lace pants and as she felt his hands begin to encircle her womanhood she gave an impassioned moan. He began to unbutton her shirt with his other hand. She began to push his hand up and down on her crotch. "Oh my god… Christine... Oh god I want you! Oh god I need you!" her mouth was driving him absolutely insane… so hot… so moist… so very, very soft just like the rest of her!

She took his encouragements in and pushed his shirt, down his arms biting his shoulder gently. She gave a gasp of surprise as he began to press his index finger in and out of her to create the simulation of lovemaking. She finished pushing his shirt of by the time he had finished undressing her. Her slender angelic form gleamed with sweat in the candlelight. He made quick work of removing his night trousers and very slowly he entered her. She moaned as he began his pitifully slow movements on her, then as she felt him slide backward in her, she arched her neck telling him to go faster.

He obliged moving smoothly but swiftly until at last he felt it happening, his body released and he roared a cry to the heavens, at the same time she let out her own.

"Oh Erik…" she whispered after kissing him

He pulled the blankets over them and let her head find its place on his chest. Erik looked through the small window he had placed when Christi and her mother had come to him. He often checked on his baby throughout the night just by peeking into it. He smiled when he saw his little girl still snoozing peacefully in her bassinet. Right as he felt his love's head begin to nod, he whispered a soft 'I love you' to her. She returned the sentiment in a mumble, and drifted off to sleep again. He soon became drowsy and fell asleep with her. Never knowing that their dreams would soon be shattered by the one man who she could never forget, the one man who at this very moment was plotting to end it all.