Lessons Of The Angel

Ok I know their out of Character they have to be cause the character them would never do this and that would mean no story. This is just my way of getting out some anger besides they went through a pretty hard time I think they would change and not for the better. Erik's mad Christine left him. He wants to get back at her and at the same time he still wants her love. Christine went through a tramatic event and ended up cold and distant. She's also mad at Erik I mean who wouldn't be? So yes I know their out of character But thats just how this story is. Remember it is rated M for a reason.

Erik was looking through all the clothes he had prepared for his little stay here. What should he wear? He still hadn't chosen which shirt to wear when he heard Christine calling to him. He moved towards the room where she was still tied up.

"I'm coming my love" he called to her. Grabbing two shirts as he went.

"Finally you sure took your tim-" She stopped as she finally took notice of his topless appearance. She eyed him appreciatively staring fixedly on his surprisingly muscular chest and broad shoulders.

Erik grinned at her look as he bent over her. He watched as she looked over his chest.

For a moment Christine wanted to reach out and run a hand along his muscular hard chest. But the chains and her sanity stopped her. 'This wasn't the plan.' She'd decided that she would be the one in control of the situation from now on. It was so rude of him to just steal that from her. No matter though Erik was going down. Of coarse how many times had she promised that since she woke up in Erik's home made dungeon? And the longer it took the longer he got to hold court over her.

Erik held up both shirts for Christine to see "Which one should I wear? I'm trying to go for the non insane look tonight." He told her in that innocent voice of his. "Which one says that better do you think? The white or black? They seem to be the colors I own the most of."

"You want the non crazy look here's a tip don't chain people up."

"So is that the black or the white?"

"Black it's classic. I don't think you should risk anything else besides it brings out your eyes."

"Thank you my dear. For your kindness I think I may just do you a favor."

"Like letting me go?" Why was she playing this game with him she wondered? Christine knew if she asked him truly begged he would let her go. He was still the same Erik he'd always been underneath this guise of his. He could never stand to see her cry. If she begged she knew he'd let her go. 'No I can't let him win this. It's what he wants for me to be weak and helpless but that's not me anymore.'

"Not as kind as that I fear but I could get some of your clothes for you perhaps. It'll get cold in here I'm sure." Christine nodded and Erik moved back to her. He crawled over top of her though his body didn't touch hers. The position unnerved her slightly.

"So what do you want?" he asked his lips close enough to kiss her neck and his breath against her skin sent chills down her spine. Christine moved as far forward as the chains would go and looked at him straight before whispering.

"There's this little silky black dress Raoul bought me after we first had sex. It just has so many memories I wore it the very next day it was so thin and light, he kissed every inch of the fabric as we made love. He kept calling my name out." Christine loved how his happiness just kept sliding away.

"God making love to Raoul his body moving against mine. His moans mingling with my own. His screams echoed through the hallways, And if you brought me that dress I wear for him and him alone it'd be like he's here with me right now." Everything was silent for a long moment. Erik moved away from her angrily.

"Is sex all you think about Christine? Have you truly become so self involved?"

"We never did try chains though but we did try eating food off each other's bodies mmm that was good."

Erik suddenly grabbed her hard and thrust her against the floor.

"Stop it" he told her in a dangerous tone.

"Or what?" Christine challenged. This surprised Erik all the times he had ever yelled at her she had cowered from him. Never did he imagine that she would provoke him like this.

"I'll kill that boy of yours and throw his body into a river."

"You'd never do it," she told him. "You'd risk getting caught."

"Maybe but it'd be worth it to dispose of him once and for all."

"Aww what's wrong my Angel? Does the thought of me and Raoul having hot sex upset you?"

"You really are a bitch now are you not Christine"

"Well you're a psycho."

Erik pressed her harder into the cold ground causing the chains to rattle.

"I think it's about time that your lessons start don't you think?"

"No I really would rather not."

"Rules are this my dear. You say anything to displease you and me get punished. Obey me and I'll let you go…eventually."

"I like that better when Raoul says it."

Erik pinned himself on top of her struggling body. He managed to hold her still. He pressed his hand under the top of her dress. His touch was anything but tender. 'What is he doing?' she wondered as her heart began to beat faster.

"Stop it"

"I decide the rules Christine and you obey."

"Or what Erik you'll grope me?"

"Sex seems to be your great thrill in life." He told her.

"Well then it's to bad you've never done it then."

"You'd be surprised." He told her gripping her tender flesh harder. "Now repeat after me, I will obey every command Erik asks of me."

His hand continued its assault on her and she moaned involuntarily. She wanted him to stop but at the same time part of her wanted him to continue. But she couldn't let him know this and the only way to get out of these chains was to play along.

"I will do everything…E-erik asks me t-o do." She stuttered her body was growing hot from his touch.

"Good Christine." He retracted his hand a bit but continued to touch along her collarbone. "Now tell me you care about me." It was a selfish need to hear her say those words. But he had longed for them so long he didn't care if she meant them or not, as long as he could hear them flowing from her beautiful lips.

"I care about…" god she didn't think she could do it but then his hand began to slip lower again and she forced it out.

"I care about you Erik." Immediately Erik let go of her at last satisfied.

"And you meant that right my dear?"

"Every word" she replied sweetly.

"You know I have a new idea. Stay here won't you." He laughed at his little joke as he quickly left the room he came back a moment later holding one of his black button up shirts and a pair of black trousers.

"Put these on." He ordered handing them to her. "They'll keep you warmer and I've always wondered what you would look like wrapped in my clothes."

"Hmm as much fun as that sounds I'm not changing in front of you and besides I'm still chained down here."

"I'll unchain your legs so you can change and I'll give you some privacy I do have some manners you know."

He moved forward and pressed the key into the lock holding the chains to her legs. "There you go my dear. Do be fast you have 2 minutes." He left the room when he returned a few moments later he was thrilled to see Christine dressed in his clothes. They fit her loosely of coarse but she was still beautiful maybe even more so.

"Very nice Christine now isn't that more comfortable? And since your behaving so nicely I think we can keep those chains of your feet. Would you like that?"

"I doubt you could get them back on Me." she said back.

"A challenge. But I would prefer not to, it's much more convenient for me. Besides I like my woman to be responsive. What fun would you be if you just lied still?"

"Your disgusting Erik."

"Tsk tsk Christine." He said as he once again left the room returning with a plate in his hands. "I thought we were clear on the rules. You are not to talk back to me."

"Chocolate Cake?" she questioned. "What are you going to do deprive me of nutrition?"

"Not quiet you see I will be the only one eating Christine did you learn nothing from my last lesson?"

Christine swallowed hard at last realizing what he was planning on doing. The strange thing was she was almost looking forward to it. 'This is wrong' she told her self. 'Perverted, illicit, disgusting.' Then why was her body growing hot as he held the cake in his hands and moved closer to her? Why did her throat grow dry as he unbuttoned the top of her newly placed shirt? Why did she almost moan as he pressed the chocolate into her body? Rubbing it into her harshly. Then he leant over her body that was still lying out on the ground and eagerly began to lick and gnaw the chocolate away. His tongue soothing over her skin. along her collarbone and over the tops of her breasts. His teeth rubbing against her skin. He grabbed another piece of the cake and pressed it under her shirt. He met her eyes as he began to undue another button. He smiled at her as she realized what he was going to do. And she couldn't hide the part of her that was anxiously awaiting his hungry touch. He smiled wider at the look in her eyes. It wasn't the love he wanted to see but it was want and that was almost as good besides he could fix that and there was no reason he couldn't enjoy doing it. He watched Christine closely as her eyes closed.

Ok like I said out of character and I really meant it when I said this is M it's gonna get worse just so you know. Why you may be asking. Because I feel like it! But I also feel like reading reviews so plz feel free to do