Hey peeps I don't own phantom of the opera but I have seen it and no I have not read the books so don't hurt me. I am a first time writer so please tell me what you think, and be honest. I am sorry if it sounds like another story on here but I swear that I wrote this before I read it, so my apologies before hand. Now on to the story… Wait I forgot this story is fluff. So if fluff is not your thing I would recommend that you not read this. You have been warned, now, on to the fluff.
What Really Happened Between Eric and Christine
Erik was tied to a chair, and Christine was there teasing him. He could feel her hands on him at first on his chest, then slowly sliding playfully over his nipples. Pleasure shimmered through him and Christine saw his erection pushing against his tight fitting black trousers. He then felt her tongue on his nipple, he moaned in response to the pleasure.
He was breathing hard now, as he felt her hands slide down his body to their destination. He was now painfully erect and begging her to touch him. She smiled, "God her smile!" he thought. She slowly undid his belt and then his pants. She slipped his pants down to the floor and then she just sat there admiring his body. She loved the way he looked when he was fully hard and swollen. She bent down and took his erection in her hands and began to stroke him. Her strokes were deliberately slow and were driving him mad.
He begged her to take him into her mouth, so she gave in to his want and took him into her mouth. He moaned with pleasure and almost released then. When Christine started sucking his vision became clouded and he became very dizzy. But when Christine started nipping him, he was lost and was shot over the edge of pleasure and he came. Christine took him back into her mouth and continued to suck him as he came, prolonging his pleasure. He then slumped back against the chair and tried to regain his strength. Finally Christine untied him and he started to reach for her…….
Erik woke to the now familiar pain in his groin. "Damn!" he said, "It was just a dream." Like so many others he had had since he brought Christine down to his home under the opera house. He stroked himself slowly trying to recreate the feeling of Christine's mouth from his dream. He stroked slowly timidly bringing him to new heights. Suddenly it wasn't enough he gripped himself harder and stroked faster and fester until he came in his hand. He slumped back in the chair he was in, breathing heavily. Finally he got up and cleaned off then dressed himself in clean trousers, taking off his shirt so he could sleep without feeling entangled.
He loved Christine; he wished that he had made more of an effort to pleasure her when he sang to her about the Music of the Night. But she had fainted when she saw the Mannequin with her wedding dress, so he let her sleep. While she slept, he remembered, he had written the managers and Carlotta with warnings and instructions. He had hoped that when he had sang to Christine that he made it apparent of his love for her. He hoped and prayed that she would return his love. He could only wish and hope she would return to him.
Hey that is the end of chapter one so please R and R. as I said before I am new at this and I need people to tell me what I can improve on. Just so you know this is the second post of this chapter I fixed it from the original. I found spelling errors. AHHHHHH! Oh I am done. Please R and R
Thanks from phantomwriter2006