Deceptions of Love

Alright here it is chapter 5. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! and well this is a little diffrent...well alotdiffrent actually then all of you guessed but thats what makes it fun right? lol well here it is!

Erik awoke from his black out. It couldn't have been out more then a minute or two. He awoke just in time to feel something clasp around his wrist. As Erik tried to move he realized that his other hand had already been chained.

Christine stepped back and smiled at him. "How?" Erik asked her. Christine laughed at his question.

"It's very simple actually, it seems that the water and soap helped me slip out of that rope you tied me up with. But I imagine you were too preoccupied to notice. It was rather hard to drag you out here but luckily your not that heavy"

"Well done Christine. But what do you think your going to do now? If you were smart you'd escape now before I get free."

"Not so fast my angel. I want to have some fun. Don't you know that the teacher's lessons are what the student takes into the world with them? Now you really should stay quiet I wouldn't want to have to gag you."

Erik tried to grasp his situation. He was now chained much the same way Christine had been. He knew how to get out of almost any kind of chain but it would take awhile. He just had to bide his time until then. But that she had tricked him and now had the power was just so humiliating. He had been fooled by this silly girl.

"Christine I…" Christine grabbed his lips and held them shut.

"Shh don't speak, I need to think. Being tied up has made it pretty hard to work out a revenge plan, so I'm going to have to do this as I go. After all, I am no where near as talented as you are Erik." She moved her hand from his lips. "Now you can speak."She said sweetly.But he stayed silent. what could he say? she nodded at his reluctense to speak and moved back into the room he had been using, she returned with something in her hand. She held it out before him it was a black scarf.She steadily obscured his vision by tightly tying the material around his eyes. Erik felt her hands rest lightly on his shoulders, almost gently. Then her touch became harsher. And slowly she began to unbutton his shirt much like he's done to her.

"Tell me Erik is it as much fun being on the receiving side of things?" she tsked when she saw his scarred chest. "It really is a shame you know. Without these scars you'd be almost perfect." She ran her hands slowly along his chest and over the scars. "You've had such a hard life, I suppose it's understandable the way you act. But sadly I don't take being held against my will to well." She dug into his flesh with her nails as she continued her caress.

"This is what it's always been about with you isn't it Erik? Sex right? You told me how you lusted after me I imagine it must have been torture to be around me. Yousaid I used to taunt you with my voice and touches. That I was to naïve to realize what I was doing to you. Well Erik I wonder how much worse it will be when I do know. Get ready my angel I'm going to drive you insane."

Erik was becoming anxious he pulled at the chains but they held firm. He couldn't even see Christine because of the scarf and that made it all worse. This had been exciting for him on the other side of the chains but being the receiver was different. This was supposed to be his game. He wasn't the kind of person akin to being submissive.

Her hand was on him again. Touching him gently. It affected him more then it should but perhaps being unable to see had heightened his other senses as every touch chilled him to his perverted soul.

"I think it's your turn to beg. Beg me to let you go…or anything else worth begging for. You'll only be begging understood? If you say anything else I'll leave you here to rot. I've heard you speaking for the past while and I've become quite sick of it."

He could feel as her hands rubbed him all over in circular movements, paying attention to his nipples, to his stomach, to his arms and back. He was incapable of concentrating on anything else. Christine stood behind him and rubbed his stomach by hoisting her hands round. She rubbed all over.

Erik's mind was trying to be everywhere else as she did this, feeling her hot breath on his skin, her hands on him. This was what he wanted, but he couldn't, shouldn't like it, not now. She was doing this to taunt him, to make him beg for her to make love to him. Or she was doing it to make him beg for forgiveness. Or freedom. Or all three. Without sight, Erik couldn't concentrate on looking elsewhere to help his thoughts wander. She clouded his mind, his body betraying himself in the crudest fashion. He wanted this. He wanted her. But at the same time he hated this.

Christine had her eyes closed as she massaged him. She was indulging herself in being with him, much like he had with her. Good. If the role reversal made her realize how intoxicating it was to be the one with the rules, maybe Erik would know what it would be like to have to abide by them. She was as mesmerized by the massage as Erik was, but he would never know, he couldn't see her face. Christine worked her way back to his chest, and gently kissed him. She then moved her lips and continued kissing as sensually as she could. Erik's body rippled.

He wondered if he would end up begging. Christine had always had a way with him.

"Angel of music guide and guardian, grant to me your glory." She sang sweetly in his ear as she continued her touch. "Angel of music hide no longer. Come to me strange angel." The words she sang were just as torturous as her touch. They reminded him of the days she had been his. Days that she had still believed him no more then her angel out to protect and teach her. He had betrayed that by doing this to her. By everything he'd done to her. And now he was paying for his deception.

When Erik awoke the next morning though he was no longer blind folded he was still chained securely. Christine had been torturing him all night. It wasn't physically painful- it was physically pleasing- but he was never supposed to be the student in this lesson. He was supposed to be in control, but now Christine was. How different she was from the innocent girl he remembered. Had he done this to her? Was it because of him that she had changed so much? He had stolen her innocence and not in the way he had always planned. Memories of the night before plagued his mind. Christine really knew what she was doing. Did he teach her all that as well? That thought sent a shiver down his spine.

'In dreams he came.' She had sung to him all the sweet songs of her innocence. All through the night she sang. 'The Phantom of the opera is here inside my mind.'

She had been taunting him with their bodies, showing him what she could do. She had begun simply rubbing Erik's body and then seductively licking him, feeling his skin with her lips and teeth. Massaging. Touching. Feeling. She made every physical contact between her fingers and Erik's skin as sensual as humanly possible. But Christine's tender caresses gradually turned into something rougher. She started to lash out more readily- nails raking down his back, gripping and clawing, bruising and pricking. She hadn't been so near to this body ever, and her hunger for him made her lash out more.

She wouldn't admit it to him but she did want him. Part of her always had. His voice had haunted her ever since the day she'd fist heard it. And since that fateful day under the opera house she dreamt of him every night. Only in the silence of night was she able to realize the truth she didn't hate him for all that had happened. And she had regretted leaving him. Maybe that was why she hadn't just left when he'd been unconscious. Deep inside she knew that she loved and wanted him just as much as he did her. But all the distrust, anger and lust were tarnishing their true feelings causing them to lash out in cruel taunting ways.

'Sing for me my angel of music.' She had hissed into his ear. 'Sing for me.'

But he had refused. The music they had shared together was pure and a fond memory and he refused to destroy it by bringing his music into such a setting. The night had worn on and the last thing he remembered was her breathe on his lips and the blindfold tearing away, but when he opened his eyes she was walking away. He knew instinctively that she wouldn't leave him.

"About time you awoke." He heard her voice and looked up to see her standing in the doorway of the room he had been using.

"Why are you hoping for another repeat of last night? Couldn't get enough of me could you Christine?"

"Grow up Erik. It seems I'm not the only one whose changed you've grown sexually frustrated and controlling."

"And I suppose you're free off that charge?"

"You started this little game remember?"

"Do you blame me? After everything we'd been through, then you told me you didn't want me. It was death Christine."

"I don't blame you. I blame what ever it was in your past that made you this way.Of all those other women there Erik why me? Thats what I wonder.I blame whatever it was that made you see something in me in the first place. That's what I blame for all this."

"Love"

"What?"

"Love that's what you blame. That's what I saw in you Christine, love."

"Love? How do you see love?"

"I saw it in the way you mourned your father. In the way you loved your friends."

"It doesn't compare Erik. My love for them is pure. My love for my father is different then what you wanted from me. Don't try to tarnish my feelings for them with your talks of love. Look at you Erik your not capable of a relationship of any kind. You're too possessive and controlling. It's not your face that scares people away its you. Everything about you is wrong, your heart, your soul all of it."

Erik hung his head and was silent. The words hurt him. He couldn't meet her gaze.

"I know," he finally whispered. She stared at him for a moment her heart breaking slightly.

"Do you even realize what you did wrong yet? You didn't give me a chance to decide for myself. You just demanded that I get rid of Raoul. You never gave me a chance to even consider, you threatened and you killed and you went to great lengths to keep me for your self. But it doesn't work that way can't you see that? But I guess you can't because here you are doing it again. If capturing me didn't work the first time then why the hell would it work now?"

"Christine I love you." He sang quietly. She put her hands to her ears trying to drown out his sorrow filled song.

"No Erik this isn't about love. It never was it's just your wants and your needs. What you felt…or feel is just lust. That's all it's ever been. You were denied something and now you want it, and when you get it this feeling that you think is love will be gone."

"No" he told her. What he felt for her was love it had to be. "What I feel for you is love. And your not suppose to give up on love. Love encompasses everything. Love is forever"

Well did I surprise you? I hope so...wow Erik sure changed quick didn't he...well thats what chains will do to ya. lol anyways plz review and I'll keep writeing more fun to come thats for sure!