Christine's POV
I had hoped our day in Coney Island to go better than some things have gone. Though, nothing was ever simple. My Erik had treated me like a monster and therefore, I ran from him. Sometimes he treated me so horrible, that I didn't want to be around him. He made me feel like some sort of animal with the way he spoke to me. All I had done was suggest a baby to him, and he didn't want any part of it. Why? Why couldn't we have a joyous bundle of our own to have and to hold? I wanted a baby more than anything in the world, and Erik wasn't even interested. He didn't even want to make love to me. It made me feel hated, it made me feel ugly. What man? What husband didn't want to make love to their spouse? I refused to talk to Erik once we arrived back at the theater. The entire ride back was awkward, and if anything, I tried to stare out the window at times so I wouldn't make eye contact with him.
Even when we were back at the theater, he tried to touch my arm, but I pulled away and walked off in the opposite direction he had been walking in. If there was anywhere I didn't want to go, it was up into his apartment. I didn't want to be confined to a small space with him due to the fact that I was angry as hell. After a while, I took a seat on the piano bench and sobbed into my hands. This was not the life I had wanted…This was far from it. I thought the life Erik and I would live would be filled with love and happiness. The truth of it all was that he and I were much happier when we weren't married. My angel had gotten me a ring to wear, and yet, I wasn't even interested in wearing it. What did this ring mean anyway? In our marriage, there was no intimacy, no talk of children; so why were we even married? It often made me wonder if Erik would have even married me if we weren't forced to do it.
"I take it that you are upset with me."
When I heard Erik's voice from behind me, I did not stir. I was angry, angrier than I had ever been. But, before we could go any further, I needed to ask the one question that was burning on my mind.
"Erik, I need to know," I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and turned to face him. "If we weren't forced to marry one another, would you have married me?"
Erik's body stiffened and he didn't dare to move a muscle. Even as he wore his mask, his expression was one filled with both surprise and concern.
"Christine, you know how I feel about you."
"Perhaps," I said. "But the love you feel for me isn't obviously strong enough for marriage."
"How so?" he questioned. "Am I not at your every beck and call?"
I shook my head, causing Erik to become filled with rage once again.
"I give you a home, shelter you from the weather, fill your stomach with food. Christine, I have come to America just to be able to give you everything you could have ever wanted."
"Gifts and money is not what I want!" I cried. "That is what you have given me. The things I ask for are simple, and cost nothing."
Erik looked down at his shoes, and then back up at me.
"Give me a good answer, Christine. Tell me why you wish to give yourself to this monster? Nothing good shall come of it."
"I want what every woman wants, Erik. Is it not my right to love you in such a way? I married you, kissed you, have been faithful to you. I only ask for the wedding night I have rightfully earned."
"You don't know what you're asking, Christine." Erik assured. "And a baby? Why would you want any living creature that is a part of me? Surely the child would be just as grotesque and hideous as its father. To look upon your beautiful face each morning and night to see sadness would only hurt me. Why can't things just continue the way they are?"
"Because it's not living, Erik. I feel as though I am merely a companion, one that is here for nothing more than to walk beside you. I don't want things to be this way. When I married you, I wanted everything that came along with it."
"I've…I've never been with a woman before," Erik paused, swallowing hard. "In that way…"
"And I've never been with a man. We are even. Could we at least try to be intimate with one another? Please say that you will grant me this one wish."
Once more, Erik paused before wiping his sweaty hands on his trousers.
"I…If that is what Christine wishes."
Satisfied with his answer, I approached Erik, my hands already reaching out for the buttons of his shirt, when he stopped me.
"Not like this." He pleaded. "I wish to do this the right way."
"I thought you said that you've never been with a woman before?"
"I haven't, but there is a gentlemanly way to go about things, Christine."
"All right, Erik," I raised a brow. "How does a gentleman work things?"
"Dinner would be a start, Christine."
Erik opened his arm and motioned me to interlace my own with his.
"Shall we, Christine?"
"Whatever you say, Erik."
And with that, Erik led us to what was hopefully going to be a night to remember.
Erik's POV
Oh, what had I gotten myself into? All I could think about while I had Christine's arm in my own was what was to come after dinner. She wanted sex! How could she want to do such a thing with me? I had no idea how to perform, let alone please her. Christine was much younger than I was, and even so, she probably knew more about such a subject than I did. All I had for experience were books and seeing it performed before my very own eyes. People in Persia kept nothing of that sort secret. My hands sweated as I sat there with my angel at dinner, not too entirely interested in eating. How could someone eat when they knew what was to come after dinner? Sex, my Christine wanted to have sex with me. I have learned long ago that such things for me were out of the question, that being number one on the list.
I could do this…That's all I had to keep telling myself. Sex was not such a big deal. It was normal, actually. Oh, you would think that I would be sitting here anticipating it, when in reality, I was more afraid about participating than anything.
"Erik, your hands," I was forced out of my train of thought by Christine's concern. She was rubbing my sweaty palm, overly concerned about why they were sweating. How could they not when in a few hours I would be in bed and blindly fumbling around Christine's body.
"I'm all right." I said, wiping my hand against my trousers. Oh, I would be losing these too. And what about my body! What about what Christine would think when she saw me naked? Yes, she has seen some of the scars, but how could I ever lie on top of her and feel confident? No, I needed darkness. Without it, I would be nothing but a bag of nerves.
"Is there something on your mind, Erik?" my angel asked after a few moments of silence. Well, what wasn't there on my mind?
"Christine,"
"Yes, Erik?"
"Nothing," I said, looking down at the glass of water that was placed in front of me.
"Is something bothering you, Erik?"
I shook my head. Yes, there were plenty of things bothering me, but I didn't want to make Christine angry again. I would give her the world, just to see her smile. She wanted me to do something with her that I wasn't comfortable doing, but who was I to deny her anything? I was still strict on allowing her to have children, but at least for tonight, I would give her one thing that she desired. One thing was certain, I couldn't risk getting her pregnant, not tonight, not ever.
"Christine," I reached across the table for her hand, lightly squeezing it. "Are you sure about tonight? Sure that you know what you're doing?"
"Of course." Christine vowed. "Don't you want it too?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "You can't want something if you've never had it. I've learned to live without such a thing."
"You've truly never been with a woman before?"
I nodded. "Why would I lie? Who would want to be with me, Christine? My face is not beautiful."
"To me it is." She assured. "I love everything about you, Erik."
"Christine, I can't."
"You can't what?"
"Can't be with you that way. Please say that you understand?"
"Erik," Christine squeezed my hand and pulled me closer to her. Oh great, here comes the motherly advice that she's always trying to give me.
"Erik, you are the most special person in my life. Why do you feel like you have to hide yourself from me? There is nothing more that I wish than to make love to every part of your body. Please say that you feel the same way. Haven't you ever wanted to touch me? Haven't you ever wanted to lie atop of my body and whisper sweet, seductive nothings into my ear?"
"The love I feel for you, Christine, can be showered upon you by kisses and smiles. I need nothing more."
"Then say that you will at least try to have more with me, Erik. Please…Please, just do this one thing for me. I have asked you for nothing since the day of our wedding. Don't deny me this one thing…"
As much as I wanted to protest, I shut my mouth and forced a nod. The remainder of dinner was silent, my mind racing with every thought. How would my body react to this? How would my soul react to Christine touching me in such a way? Would she make me into a lustful monster, or would she make me into a frightened mouse? What kind of man did she want in bed? Did she want a man who was controlling in every aspect, or did she want a man who was willing to lie back and let her do the work? But then again, how did she like it? Would she like her man to be rough with her, or gentle? God! It was driving me insane! I wasn't sure, because the truth of it all was that I didn't even know how I liked it. For years, I have watched others take part in passion and sex. I have seen enough to know what such a thing entailed. And yet, even now as I picked away at my dinner, I couldn't fathom how it would feel, or how unsatisfying I would be to her. If there was anything I wanted, it was to always satisfy Christine. But I was nothing more than an inexperienced monster, shaking like a little baby over something people did every day.
I didn't want this dinner to end, for when it did, I knew where I would end up. I wasn't ready to take Christine back to my apartment. I wasn't ready to turn out the lights and make love to her…Oh, if one could even call it that. Would I truly be making love to her, or would I be taking her as my prey?
"Are you ready?" Christine stood from her seat with a smile and held out her hand to me. I accepted and took my first steps back towards the theater as my heart pounded against my ears. The entire time I walked beside my angel, my heart raced within my chest. My legs shook as Christine and I headed up the stairs to my apartment. My hands shook as I locked the door behind us and turned to face my angel. We were both standing there before one another, looking into each other's eyes.
"All right," I shuddered. "What…w…what do we do now?"
My angel didn't say a word, only approached me and reached out for my jacket. My heart exploded within my chest, my nervousness getting the best of me.
"Christine," I grasped her hands and pressed my eyes closed. "Are you sure?"
"Is something wrong?"
"I'm…I'm a little nervous."
"Who wouldn't be? It's my first time as well."
Silence over took us once more, my angel's hands beginning to pry away at my clothes again. When the first few buttons of my shirt were undone, I broke away from my angel and approached the bed. I took a seat and began removing my shirt myself, reaching out for the lamp and turning off the lights. Only then, did I begin to remove the remainder of my shirt.
"Erik, what's wrong?"
I was so preoccupied with unbuttoning my shirt, that I didn't even respond to my angel. When the lights came back on, I looked up at her, her hands brushing against my bare chest.
"No darkness, Erik."
"No, Christine, I must…please…"
"Erik," Christine sat down beside me, but I wouldn't have any of it.
"No, Christine. You want to do this, and I am agreeing. But we must do it the way I wish, and that being in darkness."
I reached out for the lamp again and turned out the lights.
"Why do you feel the need to make love to me in darkness?"
"Because," I replied. "It's the way I want it. Now, are we going to do this or not?"
Without another word, my angel pressed her lips around my own, peeling my mask and wig away in the process. Oh, how her lips felt amazing against my own, her hands running feverishly over every inch of my scarred back. I maneuvered her onto my bed, leaning above her as I pressed kisses to the side of her neck.
"Oh, Christine,"
My angel's hands ran up the side of my thigh, my blood rushing to every inch of my body. Oh, I was nervous, nervous and unsure about what to do. When I felt my angel's hands touching the buttons of my trousers, I grasped her hand and took a deep breath.
"Erik, it's all right."
When I wouldn't let go of her hand, her other one came over the buttons and worked her way into my trousers. She slid them off my body and grasped onto my undergarments. The moment I felt this, my hand loosened around her own. My angel touched me, and oh, how my body became stunned. Never! Never had I ever felt something so wonderful before. My member hardened around her grasp, my sighs emerging from my throat as I leaned over her body, kissing her neck. My angel called my name, as my hands nervously shook around every inch of her body.
"Christine, stop…" I cooed, grasping her hand. Her pleasure was too much for me to bear, for I had never had this done to me before and therefore, I could already feel myself at the brink of exploding.
"Stop," I feverishly warned. "Oh, stop…"
When she did, I began kissing her again, pulling off her clothes.
"Oh, Erik…"
Oh, how hearing her calling my name sent my body into pure ecstasy.
"Erik, please…" she begged. "Please, join us."
My heart began to race again, and I paused….She wanted this, I promised her this.
"Erik?"
"Yes, all right." I nervously choked.
A few moments later, I positioned myself between her legs, and began to push against her. Oh, how riveting, how heavenly…After a lifetime of wondering, finally, I felt it! My angel wimpered in discomfort, causing me to stop. Oh, I didn't want to hurt her.
"Don't," Christine hissed. "Keep going."
Once more, I pushed and finally, joined us. Oh, how I wanted to move, I needed to move…
"Christine, please," I begged. "I need to move…"
My angel began to kiss me again, her hips pushing against my own.
God! Pure heaven! I was stunned, my body being immobile, as she moved against me. It felt amazing just leaning over her, but when I began to thrust against her, my body reached a new height…
"Yes, yes…" I groaned into her neck. "Oh, mon ange."
How my heart completely exploded the moment my Christine flipped me over and began to straddle my lap. Yes, we were in complete darkness, and yes, I couldn't see her naked body, but I felt her, oh, how I felt her.
"Oh, harder…" I begged.
My angel was moving against me so quickly, that I thought she would break our makeshift bed. Oh, this woman, this wonderful amazing woman…
When I could feel my finish approaching, I flipped her over, and thrust deeply into my angel's body, causing her to groan. Oh, her teeth were biting my shoulder, her nails digging into my back. Pain! Pain and pleasure mixing with one another in one sweet drug.
"Sing for me…" I groaned. "Sing…sing, Christine."
I was on the brink of exploding, so close, that I began to pull away from her, when she wrapped her legs around my waist so that I couldn't.
"Christine," I begged in between my pleasure. "Christine, stop…"
But my body became stunned by this new wave of pleasure.
"Christine," I whimpered her name as she and I climaxed against one another, my name echoing throughout my room. Afterwards, we laid there looking at one another in darkness, working on catching our breaths.
"You were amazing, Erik…" she cooed. "So amazing."
Yes, my angel was amazing as well, but I couldn't linger… Therefore, I stood and collected my clothes before the lights could paint the portrait of my disfigured body. I wasn't sure if I had disappointed her by doing this, but I didn't care…I was a monster and monsters didn't deserve love.
Some happiness...Erik finally let Christine have him. Please review everyone! And if you haven't already, join my "The Escapades of Augie Atwell" Facebook page. I published it last week!
