The promise of rain permeated the air as Christine Daae stepped from the backseat of the Phantom. Of course, it wasn't her car, but that of her potential employer which he had sent to collect her for their interview. His call had come as a surprise, after all, not many CEOs of multi-million dollar companies would personally call candidates for job postings, nor send a driver to retrieve them.
Christine didn't linger on the logistics of it though, as she was far more interested in the man himself. His voice had been rich and husky and set every one of her nerves aflame with desire. It was that desire that compelled her to wear a burgundy mini dress and her one and only pair of red-bottoms. A beige trench coat was wrapped snugly around her body and she was intent on only removing it once she was in his office.
A way of unwrapping herself for him, she thought with a smile.
Inside the pristine lobby, Christine was greeted kindly by a young man sitting behind a desk. He promptly rose and met her by the door.
"Welcome, Miss Daae. Mr. Destler has been expecting you," he said. "Would you like me to take your coat?"
"No, thank you," Christine replied. "I am running late, so I will be on my way up."
The man smiled and said, "Yes, of course. If you need anything at all, inform me immediately."
Christine only nodded and made her way to the elevator. She pressed the appropriate button, then waited for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she heard the almost silent whirring, indicating that she was one step closer to having her desire sated. She stepped onto the elevator as soon as it opened and selected the option for the top floor, following the exact instructions Mr. Destler had sent via text.
As the door opened to the ninetieth floor, Christine finally saw him. He was devastatingly handsome in his ebony suit which was the perfect contrast to the white mask covering the right half of his face. What was behind the mask did not matter to her, as she was certain whatever it was intended to hide was just as beautiful as the rest of him.
Christine stepped out of the elevator and confidently strode towards him, stopping just a few feet away. The ardor was hot and heavy in the air, filling her senses and consuming every bit of her mind, making her feral. With every bit of her willpower, she took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, instantly captivated by the ice blue.
"Good evening, Miss Daae," he said, his voice eliciting a shiver that ran up her spine. It was even deeper in person and she could feel it attempting to break down each wall of self-control she had built.
"Mr. Destler," she whispered, offering her hand as a formal gesture of greeting. Instead of shaking it, he lifted it to his lips and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. The heat of his breath warmed her freezing hand and caused her stomach to lurch with yearning. His eyes, once again, connected with hers as he righted himself and her heart thundered in her chest.
"Please, call me Erik. Now, if you would join me in my office, we can start your interview."
Christine nodded and said, "Thank you, Erik."
She followed him into his considerably sized office, which thankfully, had all the blinds already drawn. Had he been…no of course he didn't want her in that way. This was an interview, nothing more, nothing less.
Erik crossed to his desk and settled into his chair, taking up a pen and tapping it against a pad of paper.
"Take a seat, Miss Daae," he said, pointing his pen at the armchair in front of his desk.
Christine stepped forward and set her purse on the small coffee table before saying, "Christine. You can call me Christine."
"Take a seat, Christine," he insisted. "And lose the coat."
She nodded quickly, thankful that he had been the one to ask. With careful precision, she started working on the five buttons that held the coat in place, deliberately taking her time with them. As she unclasped the last one, she shimmied the coat down her arms, revealing her bare shoulders and the top of her breasts. She lifted her gaze and was pleased to see ravenous eyes fixated on her bosom.
Christine laid the coat over the back of her chair and sunk into the cushion, crossing her knees. Her hands folded atop her bare thighs, and she said, "Thank you for your time, Erik. I have to say, you have a lovely office."
Erik smirked and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his desk and covering his mouth with one hand while his other scribbled on his notepad. His eyes flickered towards her several times as he worked on the paper and Christine couldn't help but wonder what he was writing. Had she already messed everything up?
After a few tortuous minutes, Erik set his pen down and clasped his hands atop his desk. "Let's be on with the questions, Christine. I don't want to keep you longer than I have to."
"Yes, of course. I'm ready when you are," she murmured.
"To start, what is your availability? I'm hoping you will be of use to me at all hours of the day."
Christine falsified contemplation, albeit unnecessary, as it was the simplest of questions. Of course she would be available to him whenever he needed her, but she didn't want to answer his stupid questions. Her desire for him was at its peak and she knew that she had to be the one to initiate any intimacy if anything were to happen.
With as much brazen abandon as she could muster, Christine uncrossed her legs and spread them, only slightly, before crossing them on the opposite side. As she did so, his gaze dropped and she was certain he had seen that she wasn't wearing panties.
Erik's jaw clenched and he tugged at the knot of his tie while his other hand fell to his lap. He shifted in his chair and when Christine glanced down, she saw that he was adjusting his cock. Her attempt at seduction was working.
"That does not answer the question, Miss Daae," Erik scolded, returning his eyes to her face. "What is your availability?"
"Whenever you need me, Mr. Destler," she said, doing her best to sound enticing.
The corner of his mouth twitched and he glanced down at his paper for a brief moment then back at her. His eyes darkened and he cleared his throat before saying, "Very good. Onto the next question; do you think it's appropriate to forgo undergarments in a professional setting?"
Christine swallowed hard and dropped her gaze to her lap, biting her lip. "What would you say if I answered with a 'yes'?"
"Say?" he chuckled. "No, Miss Daae, you should be more concerned with what I would do."
"And what is it that you would do?"
"Miss Daae, you entered my office and flaunted your state of dress at me and now you are asking what I would do to you? I must ask, if you will, what exactly are you expecting from this meeting?"
Christine dropped her eyes to her lap and nibbled her lip even harder while twisting her hands together. "I am seeking employment, Mr. Destler."
Erik simply stared at her, expression unwavering before covering his mouth with one hand and scribbling on his notepad with the other. His exposed cheek dimpled and she knew that he was smiling.
"Of course you are. Shall we move on?" he muttered.
"Yes," she breathed, wanting nothing more than to launch over his desk and beg him to fuck her.
Darkened eyes flickered to hers and Erik leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping his armrests. His jaw clenched as he roved over every inch of her, landing on her breasts. He shifted in his seat and once again tugged at his collar.
"I am going to be very straightforward with you, Miss Daae," he said. "Would you allow me to fuck you for the employment you seek?"
Christine's breath caught in her throat and the agonizing pain in her lower belly escalated to an unbearable point. The smolder burned to the tips of her fingers and toes, alighting every nerve within her. Her skin tingled at the thought of him running his long, thick fingers along her neck…shoulders…breasts…it was exactly what she wanted, exactly why she agreed to the interview and he was the one to ask for it.
Without hesitation, Christine nodded, saying, "Yes."
Erik smirked and rose from his seat, working on removing his cufflinks. Christine dared a glance downwards and, through the dark fabric of his trousers, was the outline of his cock. To say it wasn't intimidating would be a lie as it was clearly not small or even average for any man. She clenched her thighs together in an attempt to ease some of the pain, but it didn't work. Something else was needed to diminish it.
A rosy blush enveloped her cheeks when she noticed him watching her and she quickly looked away, rubbing her arm and biting her lip.
"Do you like what you see, Miss Daae?" Erik asked with a devilish grin.
Christine peeked at him and nodded, "Very much."
"That pleases me," he whispered, working on the buckle of his belt. "Now, spread your little legs."
She obeyed without question, scooting downwards until she was able to hook each one over the sides of the armchair. Bared to the predatory man just mere feet from her, Christine shuddered, imagining what he would do to her in such a compromising position.
"Touch yourself, Miss Daae," he ordered, pushing his trousers down just enough to free his cock. It was menacing, throbbing…and, by God, she wanted it inside of her. "Tell me just how wet you are."
Christine trailed a trembling hand down her front, skimming over her breasts and down past her navel, further still until the tips of her fingers connected with her sex. A choked gasp escaped her when she found just how wet she was and she squeezed her eyes shut, breathing deeply while attempting to keep herself in control.
"Oh, God," she groaned, sliding her fingers up and down her slit.
"Oh, God, indeed," came a gravelly voice which sounded very close.
Her eyes shot open and she was met with Erik standing directly in front of her, cock in hand, stroking it vehemently to the pace of the fingers working between her thighs. Being so close to his cock was fever inducing, and she had to pause for a moment to remember how to breathe. A crushing impulse to throw herself at him coursed through her, prompting the need to grip the side of the armchair to keep herself from doing just that. Patience, she had to be patient…
"Give me your hand," Erik breathed, cock falling against his trousers as he released it.
Refusing to relinquish herself from the sight of what she desired most, she removed her death-grip from the armrest and blindly lifted her hand, hoping that he would simply take it and do whatever he needed it for. A low chuckle made her stop short and she shot her gaze up to Erik's face, cursing herself for being so susceptible to being placed in a trance.
"Your other hand," he said with a smirk.
"Oh," she said softly, flushing crimson at her stupidity while reaching out with her other hand. Erik grasped it and massaged his thumb over the back of it as he drew it up to his lips. Before she could protest, he stuck her wetted fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean and groaning deeply.
A shiver raced up Christine's spine and she exhaled shakily, praying that she would have enough strength to keep her urges at bay. Patience.
"You are delectable," Erik said after removing her fingers from his mouth. He dropped her wrist, letting her hand fall to her lap and took up his cock once again. His palm rested on the back of her head and steadily guided her forward.
Christine licked her lips as she followed his lead, eager to take his cock into her mouth and bring him to ecstasy. She shuddered at the thought of tasting the beading fluid that dripped from the head of his cock and onto her bare thighs. What would he think if she swiped it up and tasted it? Would he still want her?
Unable to help herself, she captured his eyes and trailed her fingers along her thighs, and very slowly, she enveloped them with her lips. Erik's eyes darkened when she opened her mouth and dragged her index finger down the flat of her tongue, licking it clean and moaning obscenely.
"Miss Daae…" he choked out, shivering and twisting his fist into her hair. "If you were so impatient to taste me, you could have asked."
Christine bit her lip then whispered, feigning naivety, "Can I suck your cock, Mr. Destler?"
Cautiously, she wrapped her hand around his heated flesh, gasping at just how hard it was, and stroked him up and down. She felt triumphant as she watched his eyes roll back when her thumb slid over the slick tip and dragged the fluid down his length.
"Fuck," he gritted, hauling her closer. "Open your damn mouth."
Without hesitation, Christine dropped her jaw, preparing herself for his size. Of course, it was the largest cock she would ever take, but she was certain it would be no problem for her. The thought of the moment when he would finally bend her over his desk and fuck her until she couldn't move made her sex throb and she whimpered, shifting in her seat to ease some of the pain.
"Hands on my thighs," he ordered, and as soon as she obeyed, he pressed his cock to her bottom lip. "Wider."
Christine did so and sucked in a heavy breath as he slid his cock past her lips, pressing as far as he dared. It was divine, the stretch of her lips was perfect, as if he was specifically made to fit into her mouth. Without warning, he thrust deeper, causing her to gag on him and when he tried to withdraw, she followed him, not wanting to stop.
Erik paused and gazed down at her, baffled. "Are you used to large cocks, Miss Daae?"
In reply, she closed her eyes and opened them again. Yes.
"That makes this easier for both of us then," he breathed as he stroked her cheek with his fingertips, sending a gentle fluttering through her stomach. "Be a good girl and relax your throat."
Again, she closed and opened her eyes, and did as he ordered. His thumb traced her jaw all the way past her ear where he curled a second fist into her hair. Tenderly, he pushed his hips forwards and sank down her throat, his groan lascivious. God, he tasted wonderful and was silk on her tongue.
"You are so fucking beautiful with your little pink lips wrapped around my cock," he grunted, thrusting faster and knotting his fists tighter. His cock pounded against the back of her throat and she whimpered, sucking harder and wishing she could beg him for more. "So. Fucking. Beautiful."
She sputtered and gasped around his cock as he mercilessly chased his own pleasure. Of course, she didn't mind his handling of her, but she had expected to be the one to bring him to release, not just be used for it. So, with her right hand, she tapped his thigh twice, an indication that she wanted control and just as soon as she had requested it, he gave it to her.
Christine broke away gasping for breath and took Erik's cock in hand, keeping her right one on his thigh in case she needed it again. Leaning in, she trailed her tongue from base to tip a few times before enveloping him with her mouth again. This time, she only took only part of him, stroking the rest with her hand.
Erik released her head and leaned on her shoulders, holding himself up as he shook and shivered under her hand.
"I know you can take more than that," he hissed, digging his fingers into her flesh and staring at her like he was some type of wild animal. As he pressed his hips forward, shoving more of himself down her throat, his eyes flickered to her hand and he grinned. "A ring on your finger, Miss Daae? Fiance?"
With a silent confirmation, Erik chuckled and looked triumphant. "And here you are, with me."
Christine continued stroking his cock, not caring if he thought of her as lewd. She knew they were too far into their escapades to stop just because she has a fiance, or at least she hoped. What if he couldn't go on? What if he didn't want her anymore? She couldn't let him reject her, so in an effort to urge him against it, she eased his whole cock down her throat.
"Don't worry, Miss Daae, I will fuck you regardless," he said, letting out a hissing breath as her nose settled into the dark curls at the base of his cock. It was even deeper than he dared to press and tears sprang to her eyes, falling down her cheeks and streaking them with mascara.
After holding herself there for a few moments, taking practiced breaths to keep herself from fainting, she began to bob her head back and forth. It was painful, but she couldn't stop. His grunts and groans inspired her every movement; she wanted to please him, wanted to be enough for him. Why she felt the way she did was a mystery, as he was only a man who invited her to an interview. Nothing more.
"Is he at home, Christine? Does he know that you're here swallowing my cock like a nasty whore?" Erik husked, his palms twitching against her shoulders. If she knew anything about a man, it was that this was a tell-tale sign that he was very close.
Christine didn't reply, not wanting to pause her ministrations for even a moment. Instead, she bobbed faster, feeling the head of him roughly rubbing against a place in her throat that was not meant to be touched. Her movement stuttered only slightly as bucked into her, gripping the back of her head and locking her in place.
"I–oh, God, Christine," Erik grunted, through heaving breaths. After only two more thrusts, he drew out of her and stroked himself to completion, his face contorting with pleasure as he groaned deeply. His seed spattered against her lips, coating her tongue. The warm pungent tang was delicious and she greedily drank it all down, licking her lips for any remnants.
"Such a good girl," Erik praised, kneeling and producing a handkerchief from his back pocket. "Let me clean you up."
Carefully, he scrubbed away the smeared mascara and dabbed at his come which had dribbled out of her mouth and onto her chin. With a smirk, he wiped it up and stuck his thumb into her mouth before dragging the pad of it across her bottom lip, entrancing her. His eyes demanded her attention and she stared at him in awe, praying that he would satiate the aching pain between her thighs.
"Up," he commanded, grasping her hand and guiding her onto her feet. She wobbled for a moment but he held her steady, gripping her upper arms. "Take off your shoes."
Christine kicked her red-bottoms away and bit back laughter at how much shorter she was. Before she had been head height with his neck, now she was staring directly into the center of his chest. He seemed to notice too because he lifted her chin, tilting her face up to his and placed a kiss on her forehead. She whimpered, wishing that he would kiss her lips instead, but she had no time to even ask as he promptly scooped her up and cradled her against his chest.
Erik glanced at the chair for a moment and smirked. "You have made a mess of my chair, Miss Daae."
Her head fell to the side so she could better see what he was speaking of and just where she was sitting was soaked through. She flushed scarlet and buried her face in his chest, hoping that he wasn't mad at her. It wasn't her fault that she was so wet!
"Don't worry yourself. It will wash right out, though I might leave it for a while," he said, striding around his desk and depositing her atop it. The chill made her gasp, but she was cut off by his lips covering hers, his tongue delving into her mouth. He tasted sweet with a subtle hint of bourbon and she couldn't get enough of it, matching the pace of his tongue while clawing at his clothing.
Erik shoved her against the desk, her back connecting with the mahogany, sending a shiver up her spine, and shrugged his jacket off. He then allowed her to unclasp several of the buttons lining the front of his shirt before grasping her hands and holding them above her head. His knee snuck between her thighs and nudged her legs apart which she all–too willingly spread as far as she could, giving him unhindered access.
A deep rumble filled her mouth and he pulled away gasping, instead planting wet hot kisses across her cheek, down her neck, and to the base of her ear where he nibbled at her skin.
"I can't wait to bury my cock in your pretty little cunt," he murmured, latching onto her neck and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
Christine cried out from the overwhelming sensation, bucking wildly, hoping that he wouldn't torture her for too long. Erik dropped his hips against her, stopping her incessant thrusting.
"Patience, Miss Daae. That is a virtue you must have if you wish to work here," he whispered before blowing on the mark he had left.
"Please, Erik," she breathed, kissing his exposed temple. "I need you."
Erik propped himself up on his elbow and stared into her eyes, studying her as if she were his next meal and, God, she hoped that she was. "How badly, Christine? Tell me how much you desire me."
"I might die."
"We cannot have you dying in my office, now can we?" he said with a grin, reaching down and sliding the head of his cock up and down her slit. A breathless cry escaped her as he entered her with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. There was a delicious sting to it, one deep inside of her, that she never wanted to stop feeling. "God, you are so wet and so very tight."
Christine mewled beneath him, lifting her hips as a silent indication to continue and he did not disappoint. As soon as she moved, he did as well, rolling his hips several times, hitting that deep spot over and over again.
"I–I–oh please," she begged, tugging her wrists free and hooking her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. "Please."
Erik thrust harder, gasping quietly with each connection, his teeth sinking into the flesh of her shoulder. One of his hands found her breasts and he tore the top of her dress down, exposing her even more than she already was. His thumb flicked over her hardened nipple, making her skin tingle with desire.
Carefully, he righted himself and the newfound angle gave him an unhindered view of her entire body; apart from the sliver just below her breasts where her dress had rolled. He grasped either side of her hips as his starving eyes trailed downwards until he found the crux of them. His thrusts slowed as he observed his cock disappearing and reappearing again and again, groaning deeply each time he surged forward.
"So f—oh, God. You are so fucking beautiful," he grunted as his thumb connected with her slick bud forcing a choked cry from her. "Every day, Christine. You will use your lunch hour and walk your pretty self into my office and allow me to fuck you until you can't walk straight."
"Yes! Yes! Every day!" she cried, reaching out for anything to keep her grounded and finding his hand. Her fingers entwined with his and she squeezed her eyes shut, placing her faith in the man before her.
"My come will be dripping down your thighs as you walk back to your desk," he rasped. "Everyone will know you are mine! No one else can fuck you like this, not even your fiancé! Tell me!"
A smoldering heat raced through her lower belly, reverberating through her sex causing her to twitch and buck against him. Biting her lip, she suppressed her moans, not wanting him to think any less of her, and said, "I'm yours, please, I'm yours."
"Only mine," he said darkly, applying firm pressure to her throbbing nub. "This will only ever be mine. Only my cock, Christine. Say it."
"Your cock, only your cock," she whispered, lifting her hips and grinding into his thumb.
Erik released her hand, instead grabbing onto her shoulder, keeping her in place to better aid the depth of his thrusts. The burning sting that was slowly ebbing away promptly returned, bringing forth an onslaught of shivers as he ruthlessly slammed into her.
"Oh, God. Please don't stop," she begged, her back arching from the intensity of the pleasure.
"That's it," he panted heavily, keeping his thumb steady. "Be a greedy little whore and come for me."
Just then, she teetered over the edge, before falling completely. Her skin vibrated and her pulse skyrocketed as she clamped around his cock.
"Oh yes, just like that," he assured her, continuing his ministrations and pushing her through her orgasm. Finally, she cried his name and collapsed against the desk, breathing heavily.
Erik removed his thumb from her tender flesh and pumped faster, chasing his own release. After a few seconds, his movement stuttered and he gritted, "I will not last much longer, my dear."
"Please," she muttered, unable to move.
"Where, Christine?"
"Inside," she whispered.
Erik growled and snapped his hips faster, grunting, "Such a good girl...very very good...oh God, so very good..."
With one last earth-shattering connection, he stilled, grinding out, "Oh, fuck, Christine."
Warmth flooded within her as he spilled his seed, lightly rocking into her. Only a few seconds passed before he collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath and clasping his hand with hers. Her heart thumped wildly as his lips pressed to her jugular, then to her jaw, before working towards her lips.
As he kissed her, he gently pulled his spent cock from her achingly sore sex. She pouted when he stopped kissing to once again stand straight and wipe up the come that had dribbled out of her. She winced as he brushed the handkerchief over her nub and he whispered consolations that he was working as quickly as he could. Afterwards, he shoved the soiled handkerchief in his back pocket and lifted her from the desk, walking backwards and settling into his chair.
"So perfect. You were so perfect," he whispered, massaging her back. "So very perfect."
Christine nuzzled into his neck, trailing her nose beneath his jaw and breathing in his musky scent. She stayed that way for a while, listening to his heart rate evening out and wished she could stay in his arms forever, but it wasn't meant to be.
"Thank you, Mr. Destler," she breathed, kissing his chin.
"I should be the one thanking you, Miss Daae," he chuckled, smoothing over her hair. "I have gained a very useful employee this evening."
"I'm glad," she said, sitting up. "I should be on my way. My fiancé will be home soon and I need to start dinner."
Erik nodded and with a sly smile, said, "We wouldn't want to keep him waiting, would we? I'm sure he had had a long, exhausting day at work."
Christine rose from his lap and started fixing her dress, tugging it over her breasts and down past her bottom. "I have no doubt he will be exhausted. He overworks himself, but he never listens to me when I tell him to take a day off once in a while."
Assisting her to step into her heels, Erik said, "Perhaps he will increase his efforts to listen to you more often."
"I sure hope so," Christine mumbled, sliding on her second shoe and glancing up at him. His eyes sparkled as he stared down at her, his lips parted and his exposed cheek flushed crimson. She couldn't help leaning forward and bringing his lips down to hers just once more. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Destler."
Erik exhaled heavily and grasped her hand, covering it with both of his. "The pleasure was all mine, Miss Daae. I will be in contact with you to complete the hiring process and a car is already waiting to take you home."
Christine fitted herself into her coat, clasping the buttons before taking her purse, noting that she was once again a gift to be unwrapped. If it weren't for the large wet spot on the chair or the stink of sex in the air, one would think nothing had happened within the office.
"I look forward to it," she said proudly, taking his arm and allowing him to lead her back to the elevator. She stepped inside and turned to face him to see that he was leaning inside to press the button for the lobby. "Goodbye, Mr. Destler."
"Goodbye, Miss Daae."
Christine sighed and stepped back, pressing against the wall of the elevator. She dug through her purse in search of her phone and when she found it, she texted her fiance:
Don't be late. I'm making your favorite. I love you.
As soon as she hit send, her eyes flickered up to the text she had received from him just a few hours earlier and she smiled:
Interview time: 2/14/2023 5pm
Location: D&D Records 90th Floor
Position: Secretary
Attire: Business Formal