A/N: Well I'm back.. again sorry for yet another wait, but I've been having some personal issues and haven't been able to sit down and write. I know, its shocking, but thats the way it goes and inspiration doesnt come easily to the saddened..
Anyway, this chapter is the second smut installment, so beware the XXX. (Erik is a little rough so if its not your thing, you were warned..) Hope you enjoy, and as always, please leave your comments!
13: Plans and Play-
Alyssa lay naked beneath the red and black silk sheets with her knees bought up against her stomach, her arms crossed, and a deep scowl plastered across her face. It had been two months since Erik had touched her, or even looked at her for that matter, and although she had assured him that she was ready for him again, he continued to sit at his godforsaken desk, scribbling away.
Some days he never moved, waking in the same seated position as he had fallen asleep in, then lunging for the nearest paper or map, muttering or cursing to himself. Each day the paper pile increased, mainly consisting of dates and times, floor plans of houses, certain itinerary, at least, this was what she had managed to glimpse before he would shoo her away.
He ventured out into the world above without warning during the day or night, and sometimes he would be gone for hours on end, returning occasionally triumphant or blatantly disappointed. Alyssa had an idea where he visited, but her knowledge failed touncover any answers, as his motive was unknown.
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Flashback:
Alyssa crouched behind the wall separating their bedroom and the main open area of the grotto, watching Erik move silently around, preparing to leave on one of his increasingly frequent secret ventures. He gathered papers, writing instruments, his pocket-watch, and a small length of rope, all of which he placed in a fine leather briefcase before donning his trademark black cloak and hat, turning up his collar, and disappearing through the cellar door.
Once Alyssa was sure he was out of earshot, she began gathering her own supplies; a small slice of thick bread and an apple wrapped in a handkerchief, another of Erik's pocket-watches, and a small bottle of wine to keep her warm. Taking up a woolen shawl and her supplies which she slipped into a soft satchel, she left the cavern and made her way up and out, creeping through the Academy like a shadow.
When she reached the grand vestibule, she crept outside just in time to see Erik step up into a carriage that headed towards the country, and curiosity instantly plagued her. Nestling herself out of sight behind the large pillars that signaled the entrance, she prepared to watch the comings and goings of the Academy, waiting for Erik's return, as well as the precious information that the carriage driver held.
Glancing at her pocket-watch, she noted the time, 1:57pm, and reached for the wine she bought, the cold air of a Paris winter whistling around her, chilling her bones.
Time wore on, and before long her wine had run out, boredom had taken over, and she let her eyes close for a second, imagining all the things her Erik could be up to.
He could be dealing drugs, she thought, or maybe working for some sort of secret cult…More silly ideas filed her head, until she came across a more likely one, one that made her feel nauseated. He could be seeing another woman…other women perhaps, there are many brothels close by…
Feeling swiftly angry, she flung her eyes open and rubbed them harshly. Suddenly realizing she had been asleep, she quickly glanced at her pocket-watch, the face showing 5:21pm, and cursed silently, scanning her surroundings for anyone who resembled Erik.
Feeling enraged and disappointed at herself, she gathered her things to leave when suddenly Erik's carriage docked in the bays and he emerged quickly, hurrying into the Academy. Taking her chance, Alyssa slipped her satchel over her shoulder and raced towards the carriage, her muscles stiff from sitting in the frigid air for so long.
Reaching the coach before it pulled out, she caught the driver's attention and inquired breathlessly, "That man, in the hat and cloak, where did you collect him?"
The driver gazed quizzically at her, before shaking his head and replying through a thick French accent, "I ehm not allowed to present customer whereabouts, mademoiselle." Not giving up, Alyssa fished in her satchel and retrieved Erik's pocket-watch, which she dangled by its fine silver chain towards the coachmen. "This is yours if you just tell me!" she half shouted.
He looked down his nose at her, before snatching the silver watch from her quivering hands. "I collected heem from ze D'Chagny Estate. 'E tell me 'e had business with ze Vicomte. I know no more." With that, he stowed his new watch in his breast pocket, before strapping his horses into a canter and disappearing into the bustling streets.
Alyssa shook her head, wondering why Erik would want business with the Vicomte, before making her way back into the warmth of the Academy.
End flashback:
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His day and nighttime escapades bothered her, though nowhere near as much as the fact that she had not seen a scrap of a musical score within his paper pile, nor heard him play for as long as he had avoided her. There was something secretly transpiring, he was not himself, and Alyssa had had enough.
Giving a huff, she threw the covers off herself and slunk out of the enormous bed, then stood before the large ornate mirror and stretched her arms to the heavens. Letting them drop a little, she quickly brushed out her hair with her fingers and slipped a discarded rose behind her ear, something which she knew he loved.
She had managed to keep her dancers figure quite respectable, even though her dance class attandance had been limited due to her recovery period, and suspected with a smile that it had something to do with her and Erik's after-hours activities.
Satisfied with her naked reflection, she turned and made her way to the door as quietly as possible, before opening it upon her love, still hunched over his desk. Giving a small exasperated sigh and rolling her eyes, she crept toward him, her bare feet barely making a sound on the cold stone.
Stopping just inches from him, she rested her hands on his shoulders, feeling him instantly tense and cut short writing, before she lowered her lips to his ear and whispered, "Look at me." When he did not comply, and feebly attempted to shrug off her hands, she lost her final shards of patience and stormed roughly to face him from the other side of the desk, lowering her head to level with his.
"What is going on?" she hissed, her fierce breath slightly unsettling the dark hair strewn across his disheveled features. "Don't you want me anymore?" She stood straight again, though her eyes never left his. "Do you not find me sexy anymore?"
Letting her hands travel down her abdomen, then part to gently stroke her thighs, she watched his eyes wander over her, drinking her in. As she raised her hands to cup her breasts he shut his eyes and looked away, a lost emotion playing for a second on his features and a small sigh escaping his lips.
Rubbing his tired eyes, he answered "soon…soon enough…" before Alyssa stormed away, the red rose falling from behind her ear to silently hit the ground near Erik's feet. Dropping his hand from his face to retrieve it, he reclined in his chair and gazed at it. She is trying harder, he thought, it's nearly time.
Turning his eyes downwards, he examined the effects the past few minutes had upon him and silently thanked the gods. It was not long now before the torture would be over and his hard work would be excellently rewarded.
Returning to his work, he leaned forward as far as his constricting trousers would allow and began adding the finishing touches to his latest masterpiece, heavy planning quickly chasing away Alyssa's undoing.
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"Alyssa!" Erik shouted as he carefully laid down his quill and gathered his final papers into a neat pile on the desk. When she did not answer, nor even stir from her whereabouts within the cavern, he reclined back into the soft leather desk chair and lit a cigarette, before shouting a second time only louder, his voice booming and echoing around the stone walls of his home.
"ALYSSA!" Awoken from her peaceful slumber, Alyssa rubbed her bleary eyes and crawled out of bed, before groggily straightening her twisted silk sleepwear and glancing at the small clock beside the bed, its face reading 2:25 am.
Sighing and shaking her head, she wondered what had possessed Erik to wake her at this hour, and decided it must be something important. Perhaps he will show me what he has been planning, she thought, suddenly becoming excited as she reached for the door handle, or maybe he's finished and…her train of thought was cut short and her breath hitched in her throat as she opened the door onto him.
He was facing her, relaxed in the large leather chair with his knees apart, his weight resting on his left arm bent at the elbow, lazily holding the cigarette to his lips, his right arm settled on the armrest. A seductive smirk graced his visible features and a raging fire burned in his eyes beneath the dark tousled hair which fell across them.
Alyssa found it hard to breathe suddenly as she gazed at him, the heat she very well knew beginning to rise within her and small beads of sweat breaking out on her chest. He was exciting her without moving a muscle, and his eyes, oh those eyes that could pierce the very soul, bore into her, making her feel lightheaded, as though she would faint at any given moment.
He chuckled suddenly; pushing his already evolved feelings for her deep beneath the many layers of built up lust within, and returned to his previous self, his favourite seductive facade taking shape. His eyes roamed over her and he watched, loving the fact that he could break her down so effortlessly, loving how she fell under his spell so easily.
Taking one last drag on his cigarette, he dropped it to the floor and exhaled the last of the smoke in his lungs in a curling stream, before crushing the glowing embers into the stone. Every movement was executed with such feline grace, it drove Alyssa crazy as she watched him, so fluid, so elegant. "Did I wake you, angel?" he purred, watching her shiver at the sound of is voice.
"N-no, well yes--"
"Relax…what's happened to you? Weren't you my little plaything?" he smiled, before rubbing his eyes and continuing. "I do suppose it has been a long while. You have me to blame for that, lots of work had to be done…" he spoke to her like a child, his tone making her feel small, a feeling she hated.
If he wants to play like that, fine… she thought, before putting on her harlot façade and starting towards him. It fooled nobody though, and tonight was Erik's night whether she liked it or not. "Not so fast angel," he cooed, seeing through her mask. "You will do as I command, or be left with nothing…and I know you don't want that…"
He smirked as a hot blush surfaced on her cheeks, and she turned her eyes to the floor, half awaiting and half dreading her next command. Still watching her intently, he gave the first order. "Strip." Without question, she began to unbutton the black silken night shirt she wore, letting it slip easily off her shoulders and down her arms, exposing her ample breasts and taut stomach.
The matching pants came next, fluttering down her legs to pool at her ankles, revealing trim thighs joined by a manicured dark triangle. Erik felt his body heat rising as he drank in her luscious figure, perfect curves and womanly embellishments, complemented with a fine sheen of sweat and crimson blush.
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"Come to me." He murmured, his trousers feeling as though they were shrinking as she stepped lightly towards him. Every toned muscle gliding beneath soft skin, every sway of her hips, the way her hair bounced and floated as if caught in a gentle breeze entranced him, to the point where he found it hard to breathe.
She came to a quiet halt just inches from him and gazed down, watching him watch her, before giving a small smile as her eyes passed over his lap, his reaction to her already obvious. "You certainly are an amazing creature," he said, clearly enjoying himself. "I have missed you terribly."
Alyssa watched as an emotion flitted across his features for a second, before he smirked up at her again and ordered, "Kneel." Doing as she was told, she obediently knelt between his parted knees, gazing up into his haughty expression. He nodded to her, and she raised her trembling hands to unbutton his pants agonizingly slowly, taking care not to let her hands make contact with his aroused appendage.
If he wanted to order, she would tease. She could feel the heat rising from his skin as she undid the last button, and he sighed in relief as she released him from the constricting material that held him. He gazed down intently at her awaiting her next order, and when she lifted her head and met his gaze, flushed and excited, he whispered, "Do it."
Rising up as far as she could on her knees, she bought her hands up between his thighs and gently grasped his hardened shaft, hearing him groan softly as her cool skin met his burning. Taking a firm grasp and dragging upwards, she moved forward once more and slowly lowered her slightly parted lips to his head, leaving butterfly kisses and teasing him with her tongue.
She smiled as she heard his breathing become heavy, and bit by bit began engulfing more heated flesh, still working her hand back and forth. Erik leaned his head back and shut his eyes as insurmountable pleasure washed over him with every rise and fall of Alyssa's mouth, leaving his breathless and lightheaded.
He stifled a moan as she bought her head up, grazing him slightly with her teeth and instantly realized he wouldn't last if she kept up this divine torture. "Alyssa…" he moaned softly, burning passion rising within him in torrents, "Stand."
She stopped her ministrations and looked up at him confusedly, before dropping her hands and rising to her feet. Panting now, Erik stood stiffly and shoved the desk chair out of the way, sending it toppling over, before tearing off his shirt and ridding himself of his trousers.
He turned to the desk and picked up his precious papers which he stowed in the drawer, before moving behind her and slipping his hands up her sides to fiercely cup her breasts, using his thumb and forefingers to assault her nipples. He began kissing and suckling her neck as he lowered his hands once more to graze fiery paths up her thighs.
Her breath was coming in short gasps, and once he was certain she was ready for him, he removed his hands and whispered hotlyin her ear, "I've always wanted to do this…" Before she had a chance to protest, he shoved her forward so her body fell across the desk and roughly parted her legs, before taking her hips in a powerful grip and plunging into her, relishing as she cried out at the sudden pain.
He growled deep in his chest, feeling as though he were on fire as he thrust over and over, two months of abstinence being violently broken. Alyssa cried louder with each thrust, though from pain or pleasure she could not tell. Her fingernails dug into the sides of the desk to prevent her slipping forward, and her chest ached from the constant friction between her skin and the wood, but nothing surpassed the burning caused by Erik's relentless onslaught.
He thrust thrice more before finally reaching his release, marked by a resounding growl and the warmth that flooded Alyssa seconds later, helping her reach her peak. He released her hips and collapsed onto her panting heavily and drenched with sweat, every movement causing immense pain for Alyssa, biting her lips to suppress screams.
Before long Erik stood once again and removed himself from Alyssa's aching flesh, giving her a playful slap on the backside. "I wont make you walk for the next few days, angel." He said with mock remorse, before chuckling softly, gathering his clothing, and heading to the bathroom.
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Pushing herself up off the desk slowly, she swore to herself never, under any circumstances, was he to go without for any amount of time, no matter the cost. Walking stiffly over to where she had discarded her sleepwear, she began dressing slowly, muttering curses to Erik who thankfully wouldn't hear her over the water filling the bathtub.
As she finished buttoning her nightshirt, a sudden thought crossed her mind and she acted quickly, tip toeing to Erik's desk as fast as her ravaged body would allow. After glancing at the closed bathroom door to make sure she wouldn't be caught, she carefully opened the drawer in which Erik had placed his papers and looked inside, seeing them a little bumped around from the desk's recent use but still there, waiting to be discovered.
Glancing around once more, she reached in and slowly brought them out, flicking through the pages until she found one that made her almost drop the pile. Tears sprung to her eyes as she quickly reordered the stack and put them back in the draw, shutting it tightly and backing away, shaking her head as if trying to erase what she had read.
She couldn't let him go through with his plans. She had to stop what was to transpire. It was suddenly time for Alyssa to do some secret planning of her own…
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A/N: OOOH I love cliffies! What did she read? What's about to transpire? He he he guess you'll have to wait and see...
-Evil laughter- Bwa ha ha ha ha!
-choke- Ahem.. okay well tell me what you thought, okay? Cool.
Eric