Chapter Thirteen:
Erik stared at the amethyst ring in the shop window. He had decided that he was going to propose to Michelle tonight. He planned a supper then would propose to her and take her to bed. However, he did not want to get ahead of himself. He still had lots to do before taking her as his wife. Finally, he decided that he would purchase the amethyst ring. He knew from talks with Michelle that purple was her favorite color and she liked amethyst jewelry. He smiled to himself. He could not help but feel satisfied giving his angel something that would bind them forever.
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Michelle limped back to her bedroom. The arabesque she had performed had turned out wrong which caused her ankle to throb with pain. She found Armand at her door. 'Oh perfect. Erik will not like this.' She thought as she headed to her bedroom.
"Armand. I really don't want to talk right now. I'm feeling bad." She told him as she opened her door.
"Who is your secret lover?"
Michelle gasped suddenly. "What..what do you speak of?"
"Don't play coy with me, Michelle. You had someone in here yesterday. I want to know." Armand told her angrily as he barged into her room and slammed the door behind him. "You're playing whore to a man you don't know."
Michelle stepped forward and with all her might, slapped her former friend. "Of all the things that you have ever said to me, that is the worst. I am no whore. Have you ever given thought that I might be happy?"
"You can't possibly know a man within two months."
"I've known you ever since I was a little girl," she searched his eyes for understanding, "yet now I feel like I never knew you at all."
"Michelle, you can't say that."
"I can."
"How! You hardly know him."
"I know enough about him! Now please leave me." Michelle shouted then pointed to the door.
"I will find who this man is. You cannot stop me." Armand told her then opened the door and left, slamming it behind him. She suddenly sank on her bed and began sobbing uncontrollably.
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Erik heard soft sobbing come from Michelle's room. He quickly slid the mirror back and rushed to her side. "Angel. What is it? What can Erik do for you?"
"He came back." She whispered. He growled loudly. "Oh God..Erik..Erik..take me."
"Now angel?"
"Yes." She said as her hands grasped his shoulders tightly.
He growled possessively in her ear. "I don't want anyone to hear us. We should go back home."
"No." Michelle told him as his eyes searched hers. "That's the point."
"For us to be heard?" Erik questioned her. He raised an eyebrow at her then suddenly caught on to her plan. "I see where you are going now angel. You want him to hear us. You want him to know that you are already taken."
She smiled at him while he parted her legs with his knee. Her arms wrapped around his neck. "You are so smart maestro. I can never get anything by you."
He grinned back at her. "No you can't angel. Now, let me give you pleasure."
She pressed two fingers to his lips. "Can't I give you pleasure?"
Erik nearly fell back in shock. Michelle had not only surprised him when she had given herself to him, but now she wanted to pleasure him. She was a gift sent from the god in which he no longer worshipped. He gently kissed her hand. "Angel, you do not have to."
"It is never a feeling of having to. Besides, I didn't expect you to do the things you did, but you did them anyway."
"Michelle, I love giving you pleasure. Your cries are so beautiful. I love to taste every part of you." He explained as his fingers began to unbutton the front of her dress.
Michelle blushed deeply. "I want to return the favor Erik. Please. Let me try." She stood up quickly and pushed him in her place. After unbuttoning her dress she discarded it on a nearby chair then straddled his hips while pushing him back on the bed.
Her fingers worked quickly to remove his garments. She unclasped his cloak and unbuttoned his coat, which he shed quickly. Next she unbuttoned his patterned vest and crisp white shirt. Her hands then pushes the fabric apart. Michelle gently kissed his lips as he fingers pried off his mask. Erik gasped as she gently placed the mask on the floor. "Angel. What are you doing?"
"I want to see my maestro's face as I make love to him." She replied as her fingers of her left hand traced his marred cheek.
"Oh angel." He whispered as a tear escaped and ran down his right cheek.
"No tears Erik. You are so beautiful to me. Only a fool couldn't see the beauty you exude." She kissed him again though more passionately. He returned the kiss as their tongues entwined. Her lips pulled away as she pressed kisses along his jaw and up to his ear.
Her lips traversed down the column of his neck. She licked his neck experimentally then once satisfied with a loud groan, she continued. His large hands intwined in her golden hair as he felt her lips explore his chest. Her fingers traced muscle. Michelle had only had a small chance to admire Erik before, but now that she was the one providing pleasure she noticed his well-defined chest and abs.
Her lips gently pressed over his left nipple and tentatively licked. Another groan escaped his lips. She looked up at his eyes as her tongue worked to pleasure the flesh beneath her mouth. "Sweet Jesus!" He cried out. She smiled inwardly, knowing that she was pleasuring him correctly. His fingers tightened in her hair as she licked across to his other nipple and repeated the same ministrations.
She licked down his stomach and abs, taking time to trace his lower muscles. When she finally reached his pants she paused, suddenly feeling worried about how she would pleasure him now. Erik looked up to see her with a confused look on her face. "What is it angel?"
"I don't know how to..Erik i'm sorry, i've ruined it." She suddenly said as a tear fell down her cheek.
He sat up and gently kissed her lips. "You've ruined nothing angel. I never expected you to go so far on your first try. I understand you are a little intimidated."
"I want to, but I don't know how to Erik."
He put a finger to her lips. "Shh. No need to rush it angel. Let us get in a different position and I will show you." He then turned on his side, bringing her to face him on her side as well. Erik took her hand and slowly placed the small hand over his clothed cock.
"I feel so stupid that I could not do this without your help. You were not intimidated when you took me." Michelle said softly.
Erik looked at her as she lowered her eyes. He tilted her chin so she had to look in his eyes. "Never feel stupid angel. You are intelligent and beautiful and have such a big heart. I am yours angel."
Michelle smiled shyly at him. Erik slowly opened his pants up to reveal his his cock. She felt so nervous as he gently moved her hand over his cock. "That's it angel. Now wrap your hand..thats it." He watched her as she explored his lower region. He wrapped his right arm around her back, pulling her closer to him. He then moved his hand over hers to show her how to pleasure him.
Once she understood how to pleasure him, his hand stopped moving with hers as he layed his back and closed his eyes due to the intense pleasure. Michelle smiled as she continued her ministrations and heard Erik groan loudly. "Oh angel, i'm almost there. A little bit more." He growled loudly as his body went rigid then he bucked a few times against her hand, spilling his seed on his and her hands.
"Did I do well?"
"Perfect angel. I must apologize for my mess." He said then sat up.
"Never apologize for something that is part of you Erik." She told him then stood up and retrieved a towel then softly wiped both his hands and her hands.
"Now it is my turn to show you pleasure angel." He whispered as she threw the towel in the floor.
She smiled at him as he pushed her on her back ans knelt between her knees. Somehow they had forget why they were still in her bedroom. All that mattered was showing love to each other.
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'How disgusting.' Armand thought as he backed away from the door. Not only was his friend having sex with some freak running around the opera house, she liked it. And what was with the mask that she placed on the floor. Who was the man she was with? He decided he needed to ask around and see if anyone knew about him. He couldn't just disappear and reappear wherever he wanted. He couldn't be a ghost. Armand left searching for the ballet mistress.
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