"Ahem." A light voice sounded by the other side of Erik's lair. He raised his head up, and smiled at the person in the shadows. "Madame Giry" He stated, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She approached, and Christine raised her head from Erik to look at her. "Monsieur Firmin and Monsuier Andre instructed me to give this to you." She handed him an envelope. It was addressed to "O.G." He flipped the envelope over and opened it slowly. What he found inside astonished him. Forty thousand francs, and a letter. Erik skimmed over the letter, then read it aloud. "Monsieur Opera Ghost, We offer our humble apology to you. Enclosed is forty thousand francs. For the payment we so foolishly decided not to pay, and for your performance tonight with Miss Daae. Our critics loved it, as did our audience. We will make Christine our star. We have also dropped all charges reguarding the murder of Monsieur Buquet. Accidents do happen, after all. We would be most honored if you would continue to write Operas for us, and if you would be opposite Miss Daae on stage. We will double your salary if you shall agree. Thank you, Monsieur Opera Ghost, we eagerly await your reply."
"Shall you accept the offer, monsieur?" Ms Giry asked quietly. "I shall let them know by tomarrow Madame, thank you for bringing this to me, I very much appreciate it." "Erik..." Madame Giry paused. "The Vicomte de Changy has been in Miss Daae's room for quite some time now." Christine's eyes widened and asked with a slight quiver, "What is he doing in there Madame?" "He is sleeping, child" she replied "but he is not pleased, I must say. After the performance, when I saw you two dissapear, I saw him arguing with the Police and exiting his box. It was then I made way to these hidden passages. He came looking for me, but I could not be found. I was not going to take part in bringing him here to find you. I was walking the passages when I heard a terrible ruckus. He screamed your name, Miss Daae. I hurriedly rushed to your room and hid behind the mirror to see him lay on your bed and yell vengance upon the Phantom." Erik sat back and mused for a moment. Christine started to tremble, and she pressed herself against him tightly. Madame Giry spoke up again. "What shall I do about him?" "Just be scarce, and wait for him to leave. Eventually he will realise she is not coming back. He cant wait forever. Thank you again for coming, Madame." She nodded, and turned to return to the shadows.
Christine looked to Eric, fear in her eyes. "What if he finds us?" He smirked. "Let him try my Angel." He saw she was uneasy, and tried to soothe her with his song.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defenses..."
Christine looked to up into his eyes, and he continued, he caressed her shoulders.
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night"
He began to move his hands down her sides, and he rubbed her waistline delicately. She fluttered her eyelids and became completely consumed by his voice.
"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before..."
He stood up, and she followed. He gently lay a hand back up on her shoulder and spun her so her back was against his chest. He began running his hands slowly from her collarbone to just above her waist.
"Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night..."
When his hands brushed over her breasts, it send a shiver up her spine. He could feel the life inside of her. He rested his hands at her waist, but she pulled them up just above her breasts. She then pressed his fingers against her skin and pushed them down until they slid just under the top of her dress. He moaned as he felt his fingertips brush over her nipples and began to rub them slowly. She arched her back and let out a soft moan. "Oh Erik..." she said softly. The sound of his name on her tounge was so heavenly. He felt his manhood begin to swell and he pressed his hips into her backside. "Christine, my angel." he said huskily. Passion swept over both of their bodies. He picked her up in his arms and walked her over to his bed. He gently lay her down, and positioned himself on top of her. He kissed her forehead gently, and whispered gently into her ear. "Do you want to do this, my Angel?" "Yes" She replied "I am sure of it." He kissed her lips softly and pressed his bulge against her hips. She gasped and pressed her hips into it. He sat up and spun her over. He quickly undid her dress and pushed it down to her legs and threw it from the bed. He then began unlacing her corset. She lifted her arms and allowed him to pull it over her head. She pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. She flipped over and he looked over her body with awe and admiration. "Your so beautiful Christine." Her cheeks turned a rosy red, and she pulled her arm over her breasts to cover herself, but Erik caught her arm and pulled it down. "Dont try to hide it my love." He released her arms and she pulled them up to his chest. She began unbuttoning his vest, and he sat back to pull it off. He continued on to take off his shirt while Christine started to undo his pants. He felt his hips press into her hands as she worked with the button. It seemed she was having trouble undoing it. She would grasp it, then slip and rub her hand along his covered shaft. 'Either this girl is confused, or she is teasing me.' He thought to himself. 'Well, If thats how she wants to do it, she can see what a tease I can be.' "Having trouble Christine?" "No Erik, I almost have it." She said as she slipped her hand off the button and pressed onto his length roughly, making him groan. He sat up and helped her undo the button and the zipper. He stood up to slide his pants off, along with his under garments and he stood before her, completely naked.
Christine looked to his manhood and blushed. He was very well endowed. "Will this hurt?" She asked timidly. "Most likely, but just for a short moment. You have saved yourself, and I will be the first to have your devine pleasure. Your body needs to mold to mine. I promise you that I will not hurt you badly." He crawled back up onto the bed, and pulled his hand down to her delicate parts. She watched wearily, wondering what he was to do. He started rubbing her clit with his hand teasingly. Feathering his fingers over it. Her body tensed and she pressed her chest up, her breasts beckoned to him. He leaned forward and gently tounged her nipple while he played with her. He slid his fingers down to her opening and could feel the moisture. She was damp for him. He traced around it gently, and could feel it contract. He wanted her so badly, and she wanted him. "Erik, please, make love to me." He pulled himself back up over her. He prositioned his shaft infront of her opening. It was his turn to tease her. "Who do you love, Christine?" He pressed his throbbing head gently against her lips. She moaned "Ohh, You Erik, I love you." He smirked. "Who is your Master? Who gives you what no other soul can?" She bucked her hips into his and cried out. "You are Erik!" Her bottom lip trembled, she cried out to him. "Please make love to me my Angel!" His body wanted to listen, but his mind said no. "What of Raoul?" He said as he looked at her through slitted eyes. "He is nothing compared to you, I never felt for him more than one friend would feel for another." He wanted so badly to stick himself into her, but he had one more request. "So, Christine, you will stay here with me, and be mine forever?" He pressed his head into her slightly, hoping that if she was to say no, her body would make her scream yes. "Yes Erik, I will never leave you! I want to be with you forever, I love you Erik, My Master! My Angel!" She cried out. He let out a loud groan and dove into her. She grunted and pressed her head into his chest, letting out a light muffled scream. The first few thrusts were passionate. The friction was intense. Her moisture could not make up for the length of Erik's shaft. He started slow, as not to hurt his love. She became more in tune with him and became wet once more. 'Oh God, she is so tight.' He thought to himself, his body in a frenzy. "Erik, you feel so good, please, oh God, please!" Neither of them could make sense of her words. She began to match his thrusts with her hips. He leaned down and kissed her passionately. He quickened his pace and started drilling in and out of her quickly. He pulled back from the kiss for a moment to grit his teeth and let out a loud groan. "Ohh Christine!" He thrust into his hips hard, pushing her forward on the bed. He released his load into her body. Christine felt his heat course through her loins and she pulled her face up to kiss him gently on the lips. He finally pulled out of her and their juices trickled onto the satin sheets. Erik sat up and pulled his handkerchief out of his jacket that lay beside the bed. He gently wiped up it up, and planted a small kiss on her sore lips. He pulled himself back up and layed beside her, holding her in his arms. "Would you like me to leave you while you sleep?" "No," she replied "Please, dont ever leave me." They both layed together for quite some time before they drifted off into sleep.