Written for POTOber's Day #1 prompt: To Serve Me, To Sing - Ensnared / Bound / Seduced Many thanks to Aldebaran for her thorough feedback and encouragement!

"You could ask me for absolutely anything, right now, and I would do it."

"Christine, you cannot possibly mean what you say."

Erik had breached the careful, respectful distance that he usually kept between them, and was towering over her, staring at her intently. Perhaps if Christine were a more sensible person, she would have been frightened. But the intimacy of his physical proximity, and the hungry way he was looking at her now, only sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.

This was probably not the wisest way to consummate the newly discovered feelings between them. They probably ought to continue taking things slowly; sharing more chaste kisses and shy touches, gently coaxing out the building passion between them. If she took back her words now, he would begrudge her nothing. He would settle for any scrap of affection she deigned to offer him, and would burn inside all the while.

But Christine knew that beneath his mask of controlled restraint was a man who was tempestuous; passion and ferocity boiled hot under the surface. She had seen glimpses of it, instances when his facade had cracked like the crusts of the earth, revealing the molten core within him. Even as those powerful forces awed and frightened her, the need to tempt him out was overwhelming.

"You don't believe me?" she asked, swaying her hips just a little.

"I don't believe that you fully understand what you think you are offering." His tone was gentle and even, but his eyes were blazing, dilating and constricting wildly like a cornered, feral animal. He was a little right. Christine was not completely inexperienced in the things she was suggesting; however Erik took such great efforts to inhibit his own passion that it was impossible to glean what wicked and base desires he had been smothering, or for how long.

She shrugged. "Maybe not," she said softly, and gave him a tiny coquettish smile. Erik clenched his jaw and stood in silence, seemingly at war with himself. Christine held her ground. "Ask me," she said smoothly, "for anything." She brought Erik's fisted hands to her face, and brushed her lips across them, trying to imbue in him some sense of her veneration. He had given back her music with these hands, restored that sacred piece of her soul that she thought lost forever. She was utterly in his thrall. Locking eyes with him, she drew his knuckles into her mouth. She took her time, gently sucking and tasting them one by one. Erik stifled a moan.

"I really would, you know" she murmured into his hands. "I would do anything you asked me." Christine breathed evenly, willing herself to remain steady even though her resolve was waning and she was beginning to shake with nerves. Her teacher's arms wrapped gently around her shoulders, and she leaned heavily into his chest, listening to the sound of his heart pounding wildly beneath her cheek. Erik's fingers brushed the curve of her jaw, and he lowered his lips to speak directly into her ear. His voice was low, and trembled lightly when he finally said,

"Kneel."

Christine immediately obeyed and sat on her knees without a second thought. Her stomach tightened. Her heart pounded. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to spark with excitement, or anxiety, or both. She looked up at him expectantly.

Erik stared at her, half-stunned. He took several more slow breaths and lifted her chin with a gentle finger. "Are you quite sure of your words? You would really do ...anything I ask?" His voice held the same low and serious tone, but she could sense his hesitation. Christine nodded and answered with a very soft "yes."

He said nothing more, and slowly, deliberately, slid his leather belt through it's buckle. She held her breath in excited anticipation. His trembling hands betrayed his nervousness, and she understood that he was taking his time, giving her a chance to change her mind and turn away. It made her feel suddenly warm, and all the more assured that she wanted very much to do this. He flicked open the fastening on his trousers, and Christine bit her bottom lip, admiring the promise of him.

She looked up at him, and he seemed hesitant. "Tell me what to do," she said softly

"Touch me," he pleaded, and this time he could not hide the plain desperation in his voice. She delicately reached and held his half-erect member in her palm, caressing it softly, marveling as it grew in her hand. She gently wrapped her fingers around him, and Erik let out a gorgeous, musical sigh as she gave it several long strokes. She glanced up at him and savored the look on his face, his mouth agape and eyes half-closed in pleasure. His hand grazed the side of her face.

"Open your mouth for me," he instructed with growing confidence. Christine obeyed and let him cradle her head and guide himself between her lips. The keening whimper he made may have been the loveliest thing she'd ever heard. She began to bob her head up and down his shaft tantalizingly slowly, eager to extract more of his beautiful desperate moans. She felt a distinct sense of peace and satisfaction while kneeling at his feet. He had spent the better part of a year dedicated to teaching her, patiently improving her vocal skills, gently pushing her confidence. And she wanted so badly to give him something in return. To serve him like this, to show him that he deserved pleasure, that he deserved her gratitude. She sucked him with enthusiasm, humming quietly.

She gradually increased her pace, grasping the back of his thighs for leverage. At once he let out a panicked cry and his hands grabbed her wrists, removing them from his body. He slipped himself out of her mouth and Christine looked up at him in confusion.

"I'm sorry," she started to say, "Did I hurt you or-"

"No, it's not that, you are… lovely" he said to her, letting go of her wrists. He brought one hand to her hair, stroking reassuringly. Erik opened his mouth several times as though he was about to explain, but finally shook his head and sighed.

"Do you want to stop?" She asked softly.

He locked eyes with her for another long moment before he finally commanded "put your hands behind your back." She obliged without hesitation. He began to remove his belt, and her breath hitched in excited anticipation. As before, his hands moved slowly, deliberately conveying his intent and giving her an opportunity to object. Christine felt molten in her core as he knelt down and locked eyes with her, wrapping the leather securely around her wrists. His gaze was nearly overwhelming. His eyes blazed with ravenous desire, desperation, and something hot and dark that she could not name. But there was softness in his expression too, warm and yearning.

He wound the leather around her wrists with great care, and the slightest incidental brush of his fingertips sent a shiver up her spine.

"Is that–" Erik hesitated, "Are you comfortable?"

"Oh yes, I'm very comfortable. Thank you," Christine said, smiling sweetly. For all of her shaking nerves from before, she was clear-headed now, and met his gaze straight on. Erik studied her face for a long time, seemingly measuring the sincerity in her response. His hands grazed from her bound wrists up along the exposed skin of her lithe arms, lightly brushing her shoulders and then cradled her face gently.

Erik stroked her temples with his thumbs before placing his lips lightly on her forehead. He continued, placing feather light kisses on each of her eyebrows, then the tip of her nose, and the apples of her cheeks. One more teasing kiss at the very corner of her mouth before she considered actually openly begging, when he at last pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was soft, and achingly tender. There was a moment of absolute stillness around them, like the eerie absence of birdsong on a mountain seconds before the beginning of an avalanche. He repeated more tiny, timid kisses, and then lingered, finally molding his mouth to hers, kissing her fully. It was as though she could hear the crack of the mountain releasing its burden. Christine let out an involuntary moan that spurred him on. The earth rumbled as his mouth moved against hers, warm and soft but with increasing intensity. The rush of blood in her ears became a deafening roar of the collapsing mountainside. She felt herself tumbling down the bank with dizzying speed, Erik holding her tight to protect her from the fall.

Christine reached to return his embrace and was slammed back into reality when her movement was restricted by her bound hands. Erik twined his fingers in her hair and tilted her head to access her more fully with his tongue. She was helpless in his arms and the feeling made her blood run hot, sending molten waves of pleasure to her core. After thoroughly assaulting her mouth, he leaned her body back until she was awkwardly off-balance, relying on his hand in the square of her back to keep from tipping backwards to the floor. He used his new positional advantage to kiss down her jaw and press more tender, nibbling kisses all across her throat. She moaned his name, and his other hand found the hem of her dress and started travelling up her thigh.

Christine groaned. As delightful as her current arrangement was, she was eager to return to her previous position kneeling at his feet.

"Erik," she finally managed to interrupt, "Mmm, I actually wasn't finished before. You're being really... distracting." Erik hummed noncommittally and licked her collarbone. She wrenched away from him as much as she was able. "Please?" she implored, and looked pointedly at his groin.

She gave him her best doe-eyed expression, and he finally relented, helping her forward to her knees. She was rather pleased to see that he had grown fully hard now, and bit her lip hungrily as he rose above her again. She didn't wait for him to guide himself into her this time, instead lurching forward to take him in her mouth, nearly tipping herself over in the process. Erik chuckled— a rich, beautiful sound— and caught her shoulders, taking control. He moved in her achingly slowly, cradling her face and lacing his fingers in her hair as she sucked him greedily.

"Take a deep breath" Erik said, the way he would during one of her voice lessons. She inhaled slowly, as he held the back of her head and slowly pushed his full length into her. He released a loud, high pitched moan and held her there for a long minute, letting her open her throat and relax around him, before pulling back. "Again," he said, and pushed himself with a little more force this time, lingering as he filled her entirely. Christine closed her eyes and relaxed, focusing on her breathing.

"Oh Christine, what a good girl you are, you're doing so well" he said, and his voice was almost reverent. It was enrapturing. It was a drug. She would do anything, would let him do anything, if he would only keep singing his appreciation.

He was taking his time, content to enter her completely and hold himself there while she sucked and swallowed what she could. He seemed to know exactly when she needed to breathe, and how long she could hold it. Erik was treating her just as he would during a lesson, she mused, and became hotly aroused by the thought. Her teacher had always been demanding and thorough. He was patient, but always made her work hard, putting her through her paces, knowing exactly how much to challenge her without pushing too far.

He held her head firmly as he increased his pace, thrusting hard in and out of her throat, making her gag and splutter. She whimpered slightly and he pulled out and looked down at her, panting. "Is that… too much..?"

Christine quickly caught her breath. "No," she answered, shaking her head. He plunged himself inside her mouth again and she moaned contentedly, enjoying the way her mouth was being used for his pleasure.

She looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes, and he met her with a warm look of approval brushing his thumb against her cheek. Her chest tightened with affection and she noticed the way his eyes were just a little too wide, too bright, and she realized why; the light was refracting off of his eyes, glassy with unshed tears. And then she couldn't study them at all because her own vision was becoming clouded, and Erik was tangling his fingers in her hair and singing her name. He thrust slowly once, twice, and one final time, and held her in place so that she was forced to swallow his load. He petted her hair gently while he softened inside her mouth, and she gave him a courtesy swirl with her tongue before reluctantly letting him go.

Erik knelt on the floor beside her, quickly freeing her arms and gathering her against his chest. He held her tight, stroking her gently and pressing kisses to the crown of her head while she caught her breath. "You are so good, so lovely" he cooed into her hair. Christine contentedly curled against him, basking in his praise. "You're such a good girl, Christine, my Christine." She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him soundly, taking the opportunity to finally touch him, running her fingers across his scalp and brushing his good cheek. She thought he might have actually purred, and she smiled against his lips.

She settled herself back into his lap, while he languidly explored her skin with his fingertips. "I'm sorry," he murmured at length, but before she could question his meaning he continued. "I'm so sorry, but I need… more."