Christine woke up seeing the dawn light illuminating through her balcony glass doors. The sheer curtains did little to resist the light from filling the room. A warm presence was behind her. She felt strong arms wrapped around her tightly. Any normal girl would be terrified since she remembered going to sleep alone. However, Christine was not a normal girl with a normal life.
She sighed pleasantly to herself. She had seriously considered going to Erik's house to talk out their disagreement, but she was more than happy to have him sneak in bed with her instead as a surprise. She smiled to herself and turned towards him. "Oh Er... Raoul?!" Raoul opened his eyes slowly and gave Christine his familiar boyish smile. Christine was most definitely surprised now. "How did you get in here? I thought you wasn't to return from your business affairs until tomorrow!" Raoul put on a face of exaggerated offense. "My my Christine, I thought that your fiance would have received a much more pleasant welcome than that." He reached in his pocket and dangled a key on a ring. "You gave me a spare, remember?" Christine scolded herself. She would have to get the locks changed and blame them on the landlord for not being able to get Raoul another key. Raoul looked up at her smiling and pulled her closer. Christine heart began to speed up. It was that boyish smile that always had her falling back towards him. It brought back memories from when they were children. She wanted to see him happy like this more often. It made it easier for her to stick to her promise of marriage. He pulled her closer and placed his lips on hers as he moved on top of her. "You're so beautiful Christine. You know how much I missed your beautiful body." His lips felt dry and stiff to her. The movement of his lips lacked passion as he was clearly distracted with wanting to only touch her body. He ran his hand over her breast and squeezed her nipple hard enough to make her yell out. "Raoul! I just woke up with a man in my bed that I was not expecting. Please, I need some tea and to freshen up in the restroom." It was a good excuse. Raoul begrudgingly rolled off of her releasing her to scurry out of bed into the restroom.
Christine's head was spinning. Why did she stop him? He was her fiance; her future husband. She shouldn't be stopping him from doing anything he wanted to do with her or to her. That was her duty as a wife was it not? She knew what her place had to be. Oh but Erik's voice was in her head from the night they stood in the pouring rain. "You should never let anyone control you or your destiny and I hope Raoul respects you enough to allow that when you're married to him." Tears began trickling down her face as she washed them away in the sink. When she opened the door, she caught Raoul staring at her. She looked down noticing she was still in her very thin nightgown that revealed more than it covered. She crossed her arms and scurried over to her closet and grabbed the first dress she saw before heading back to the restroom. Raoul grabbed her arm and stood directly behind her. She could feel his cock pressing against her back. He placed his hands on her shoulders and ran them down her arms pulling down her straps in the process. "Christine I would be more than happy to help you dress today. In fact, I'm here to take you to breakfast and to help you pick out a dress to the ball tomorrow evening." Christine stood there and didn't resist his advancement. He ran his hands over her curvy breasts and squeezed them hard as he groaned in her ear. Christine tried to keep her breathing steady as she tried to encourage herself."Chris you have got to get yourself together. You're going to marry him. You should enjoy his touch!" Ah but there was another voice in her head that made her doubt. "Hah, you know that Erik's touch is much more intimate and attentive." His hands moved down her belly to her panties and started to slide them down. Christine finally found her voice. "Raoul, I thought you were going to help me dress not undress. I am getting hungry and we don't want to miss breakfast." Raoul laughed arrogantly and roughly ran his hand between her legs over her panties then inhaled the smell on his fingers. "Well since you seem to know the proper protocol then you can dress yourself. I'll be in the carriage. Don't make me wait long." He slammed her front door making her jump. She stood there frozen in only her panties and her tear stained cheeks.
Christine finished dressing as quickly as she could and hurried out to the carriage. The coachman opened the door helping her in. Raoul was sitting opposite looking at a newspaper and didn't seem to notice her until the horses began trotting giving the carriage a jerk. Raoul eyed her up and down and motioned for her to come sit next to him. Christine sat next to him as she laid her head on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around her. His finger tips were grazing the top of her breasts. "Christine we must pick you out a modest dress. You must look your part and I refuse to be embarrassed by a woman portraying a harlot. I know its difficult for you to find fitted clothing due to your larger than normal stature." He reached down farther and rubbed her breasts through her dress roughly. "You don't seem to mind them too much." Christine reminded him cheekily. He pinched one of her hardened nipples causing her to gasp, but didn't let go. "You will do good to keep your snide remarks to yourself. You are receiving an offer of a lifetime to become a de Chagny. I would suggest you not to fuck it up. Everyone knows how easy you theatre girls are. I am trying to ease the unavoidable gossip that is bound to happen." Christine jerked his hand away glaring at him. "Perhaps I should come dressed as a nun to appease your business men!" Christine saw him clench his fist as the carriage came to a stop and the coachmen opened the door.
The restaurant was elegant and expensive. Raoul seemed to know most of the people there. "Just another way to show his face and push his business deals", Christine grumbled to herself. He ordered for both of them and put on his best smile knowing important people were around. Christine stared at her eggs and took a few bites. Raoul was breathing heavily in frustration of her lack of involvement in their breakfast. "Christine" Raoul speaking lowly "Eat or you will be hungry again in an hour and I will not dare buy you any other food." Christine ate the rest of her breakfast quietly not wanting to cause a seen in the restaurant.
A small messenger boy came running through the restaurant up to Raoul. "I have a message for you sir. Your father said I would be able to find you here." Raoul took the letter and gave the boy a small tip. "What does it say?", Christine asked curiously. Raoul folded the letter into his breast pocket and dabbed his mouth with his napkin. "My father needs me to discuss our business deal during the ball tomorrow." Christine felt hurt even though they had been arguing all morning. Raoul gave her a handful of money before standing up and bowing to kiss her hand eyeing around to make sure people were watching his gentleman stance. "I'll trust that you can pick out a dress. I'll pick you up at 7:00 tomorrow sharp." He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Make sure you're not dressed like a little theatre slut. We wouldn't want you attracting any unwanted attention like you were so well at doing at the opera with your perverted ghost." He kissed her quick on the cheek and left the restaurant without another look.
Christine went to a dress shop and picked out a black dress with a dark burgundy mesh covering. It did have a bit of a V-neck lining to it, but Christine hated feeling contained. It was very difficult for her to find clothing that suited her breasts without having a specific tailored fitting. It wasn't too revealing, but it did give some room for her breasts to breathe and not over heat. Christine felt it admired her unique figure rather than hiding it.
Later that day, Christine attended her last practice at the opera before opening night set for that weekend. She wondered how Juliette would handle her situation, but realized quickly that Juliette's fate wasn't so inspiring. She questioned herself again who really was her Romeo. If it were spring then she would pick a flower and pick off petals between Erik and Raoul, but such things were childish and she was no longer a child. She twirled her ring nervously until a voice disrupted her thoughts. Mme Giry cleared her voice rather loudly. "If I could have everyone's attention before departing for the night. There is an announcement to be made. The opera house has a new owner and there will be some changes." Groans where heard, but Mme Giry's sharp whistle brought everyone's attention back to her. "The house is opening its doors this weekend to the public in presentation of Romeo and Juliette. It is important to put in our best effort moving forward and leaving the past in the past along with the gossip and superstitions that follow it." Someone called out from the crowd, "What about box 5? Will it continue to remain empty?" Mme Giry replied as coolly, "Box 5 season tickets are already sold. I'm sure by some desperate rich person looking for a ghost, but they will be disappointed in the lack of one. Moving forward, there will be a new manager to lead to a successful showing and many more. I, myself, will be the new manager over the opera house to see everything is held together and staying strong moving forward." The cast and crew cheered and clapped. Mme Giry bowed graciously before continuing, "As such I will no longer be head over the ballet rats so I am giving this position and opportunity to Meg Giry my most diligent student and loving daughter." Meg smiled bashfully as the ballet rats came to give her hugs. Mme Giry cleared her throat bringing everyone back to silence."The owner is a retired gentleman who appreciates the art of opera and ballet. He is well aware of the drama and gossip that has resulted here and doesn't want to be exposed to the media. Therefore, he has kept his identity confidential. However, I imagine as long as you keep getting your wages then you all don't really care who is signing them", she grinned deviously. Everyone cheered and clapped for them. Christine ran and hugged them both knowing they were well deserved their promotions. Her own heart broke a little knowing this would be the last production she would experience with these wonderful women since she was to be married in a matter of weeks.
Christine went back to her apartment and shut the door locking it behind her. She went to her room and ran her fingers over her new dress. She felt a slight chill and looked over to notice her balcony doors were jarred open just the smallest bit. "Who's there?! I'm armed and will attack if forced to!" She reached for a letter opener sitting on her dressing table. Suddenly an arm reached around her waist and a leather gloved hand around her mouth causing her to drop the tool. She tried to scream only tasting the leather gloved hand.
She heard a familiar chuckle in her ear. "Must you always be so dramatic Mme de Chagny?" Christine let out a sigh and relaxed in the restraining arms that suddenly fell loose. She immediately missed the embrace. "I didn't think you would want to see me again after our argument", she shrugged. Another chuckle in her ear then soft warm lips traced down her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned back a little giving more room. "You know damn well I will never be able to stay away from you. It is a curse that I will be bound to until my death. You know this." He skated his fingers down her arms wrapping it around her stomach again pulling her back towards his torso. "I'm not sure if I should be insulted since you're referring to being in my presence as a curse." She grinned to herself. He flipped her around and held her face in both his hands staring at her intently. "Tell me what you want." Christine was lost in his sea green eyes. She had missed him. Everything he said and how he said it brought light to her soul. The way he touched her body brought fire to her body. She wanted to be consumed by him. She stepped closer to him feeling his erection against her as her breasts heaved against his chest. She brought her lips to his and held them against his for a moment taking in their plump texture. His guided his hands over her breasts thumbing over her nipples through her dress before wrapping them around her waist and squeezing her ass pulling her closer to him. Christine held his face in her hands opening her mouth allowing his tongue to invade her. She ran her fingers under his mask. She felt the slightest twitch, but he did not stop her. She ran her fingers over his scars gently and he shuddered against her touch. She could feel his full erection against her belly now. She wanted him to take off his mask. She wanted to see his face as he saw hers, but she didn't dare bring it up. The last time she touched his face was in the catacombs where she left him alone and heartbroken for another. "You're beautiful." She whispered to him as her fingers still moved over his scars under his mask. He sighed heavily and held her close to him while laying his head on her shoulder. "I am your puppet and you are the puppeteer. You have complete control over me Christine." Christine let out a small laugh and Erik stood straight up giving her a look of hurt. "I'm sorry its nothing against you. It's just that I feel like I have absolutely no control over my life right now. The things I do have control over get ridiculed and changed." She turned and ran her fingers over her dress. "It's a lovely dress, Christine." Erik placed his hand on top of hers and brought it to his lips to place a gentle kiss. Christine wondered how Erik could interact with her body so similar to Raoul yet everything he did felt completely different. Every way he touched her was with thought and intent.
Erik sat on her vanity chair and positioned her on his lap. He ran his finger over her collar bone tracing the indented lines down to her cleavage and nonchalantly began untying the top of her dress revealing more skin to his eyes. "Christine I know you do not love me. That's why you continue to wear his ring and hold onto his arm tomorrow night and become his wife in a few weeks." He placed his lips to her revealed pale skin. Christine grabbed the back of his head with one hand digging her fingers in his hair while laying her head on his shoulder trying to focus on his voice and not his lips that were teasing her skin. He slowly and painfully continued to unlace her top as he dragged his tongue over her large breast mounds. Christine could definitely feel the erection she was sitting on. "You should know that you still have a choice. You can break your promise at any point and I will be here for you if you need me to be. I will do whatever you ask of me no matter what." He pushed her now loose dress to the side revealing one of her nipples. He rubbed it gently before giving it a pinch looking down at her. Her eyes were closed, but she was breathing through her slightly open mouth. "I will do as little or as much as you want done to you. All you have to do is tell me what you want." He leaned down and took her nipple in her mouth and sucked on it while rolling his tongue around her erect peak. She gasped and pulled him closer to her. That place between her legs was burning and she needed release from the tension. Erik sat her up and she started lazily at him. He stood up and she sat back on the vanity table staring up at him. She had so much she wanted to say, but couldn't find the words. The day had simply exhausted her. He seemed to have noticed and walked behind her pulling down the top of her dress to her waist and placed his hands on her shoulders. He rubbed and massaged them causing Christine's head to give a slight bob as he drifted down reaching for her breasts and massaging them in his hands pulling at her nipples during each grasp. Christine gripped his arms holding them in place not wanting him to stop. "Tell me what you want Christine." He asked desperately. "YOU. I want YOU to fuck me and make me forget all of my stress and problems!", she thought to herself but didn't say out loud. Instead, she simply replied with, "Your hands monsieur." Erik gave a dark growl of a laugh. Christine felt herself get wetter just from his voice. Erik removed his hands and pull back up her dress. "Ah Christine as much as I would love to have you orgasm to me for the remainder of the night, imagine if your fiance decided to sneak in again for a midnight sexual exploration of his own?" Christine looked up to him questioningly and Erik gave a sinister smirk. "You know I'm always watching." For some reason that Christine couldn't make sense of, that statement made her pussy burn. "Will you be here tomorrow when I return from the ball?", she looked up at him pleadingly. He reached down and cupped her cheek with his hand. "As you wish my dear." Christine stood up as her dress fell over her shoulders again. This time she pulled her arms out of it and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Thank you my Angel. You're always looking out for me." Erik reached for her lips again dancing with them while rubbing her naked breasts with his finger tips never wanting to let her go.
When Erik reached his residence, he tore off his mask. He sat down in his bathtub filled with hot water. He wanted nothing more than to rip off Christine's clothes completely and make love to her all night on her bed. He wasn't so sure that she would of even stopped him. He needed to leave her burning, though. He needed to leave her with desire and longing. That was something that the foolish boy would never master with her. He reached down between his legs and felt his erection that refused to relax until it had be dealt with. He could still taste her nipple in his mouth; her soft skin on his lips. He slowly began to stroke his large cock. The way she laid her head on his shoulder completely submissive to his touch as he untied her dress unveiling her breasts. He reached his other hand down and massaged his balls thinking back to massaging her voluptuous breasts. He knew she was wet for him. She would touch herself tonight thinking about him just as he was thinking about her. He stroked harder and faster until felt his release. He groaned while leaning back in the tub closing his eyes thinking only of her.
Author's Note: I had originally thought I was going to get Christine to the ball in this chapter. However, Christine needed some proper man attention so it will have to wait. (; What do y'all think of Raoul so far?!
