Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.
That's all I heard. The sound of my breathing echoed in the room, and I had no idea if Erik was standing right in front of me, or if he had left the Opera Populaire. He had ingeniously placed a blindfold over my eyes and left me there, tied to the bed. I had wondered how long he would leave me here, or if he was just waiting for me to cry out for him. I tugged on the roped that were bound to my wrists and ankles. They were loose enough to get out of, if I could see where to pull. I tried to wiggle and squirm to find a comfortable area, so that if Erik were to leave me here all night, I would at least be able to sleep. I couldn't move enough to turn completely on my side, so what I ended up accomplishing was trying to balance myself halfway in the air, with my arm completely up and being tugged on from the swan.
I groaned and squirmed, then heard a few footsteps and froze, lying completely down and very uncomfortable.
Rough, cold fingers pinched my sensitive nipple and my breath got caught in my throat.
"Hmm." I heard, "You know, little tramp, that I am growing quite fond of you. This is unfortunate, of course, if I desire to hurt you..." While saying his he pinched both of my nipples hard.
I shivered as I arched my back, begging him to feel pity for me. He runs his hands all over me, I can feel the tip of his fingers outline every bit of me, and I moan softly.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" I moan in response.
His fingers run down the insides of my thighs and I moan with pleasure, just thinking about him pleasing me in his angry state. The passion would be heavy, dark, thick, and wonderful. I raise my hips as much as possible and I can feel him radiate his smile. It's sly, mischievous. I can't care; his fingers are playing with me as if I'm the organ that he pleases.
When I'm on the edge, his fingers pull out, surprising me. I let out a cry and raise my hips, feeling little jolts between my legs, waiting for that pleasure.
"Please! Oh, Erik, please!" I hear him laugh and he kisses my belly button, then bites my nipple. I continue to raise my hips as he slapped my breasts hard. I cried and plead, making sure I looked irresistible, yet he continued to tease me. Next, he untied my ankles, grabbed both of my legs and put them under his arm, lifting my backside. His hand fell heavily on my pearly skin, and I tugged on the ropes of my hands all the more. After spanking me five or six more times, each increasing with speed and weight, I began to cry with tears soaking the blindfolds. He stopped and rubbed from my buttocks up to my lower, pouting lips. He separated them gently and slowly fucked me until I was near orgasm again. Once again, he stopped. Only this time he got off of the bed. I thought he was going to undress, or perhaps bring a whip or something worse into my night of punishment. Instead, seconds after he got off of me, I heard the door close and let out a cry.
AN: Short chapter, but I'm posting again. Because, it's going to get interesting, and dramatic. Somehow. I don't know how, but a change might occur.BRAINSTORM TIME.
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