Thank you so much for all of your wonderful reviews. I enjoy them a lot. This chapter is my compromise for those of you who wanted a little bit more softness from Erik. This is as good as it gets, so enjoy:) This may be the last chapter of Possessive because I have an idea for an entire phic that encompasses this type of relationship entirely. I've not completely decided yet. It would be AU entirely, a mix of Phantom and another book series I've read about a planet called Gor. Anyway, let me know what you guys think! Phic or continue these drabbles?
-M
Christine yawned as she squirmed within the luxurious blankets. A smile danced upon rosy lips as she recalled where she was, and remembered that she had been permitted to sleep within the circle of his arms the night before. She attempted to stretch, only to find that her ankles were bound. While her brow furrowed in confusion, she opened her eyes to look about blearily. He was no where in site. Excitement churned within her belly, even as she shifted long and lithe legs to find that her ankles were, in fact, bound as well.
A soft mew escaped her lips. The light was dim within his room, the dark curtains that ensconced the bed only making it more difficult to see. She blinked several times in attempt to clear the haze, and called out softly.
"Erik?"
There was no reply. Nor would there be for an hour, and more. She squirmed and sighed, sang softly to herself and then attempted to decide what it was he intended for her. She imagined his rough touch upon her aching flesh, his biting kisses and plundering exploration. The thought caused her to shiver, a breathless purr escaping her parted lips. He wasn't even present, and still he set her aflame. She imagined that he would bruise her lips with the weight of his kiss, and pinch at the dusky peaks of her breasts until she cried out in pain and pleasure.
Christine had worked herself into a state of obvious arousal by the time he arrived. So much so that her eyes were closed, golden thighs rubbing together achingly as she released tiny moans.
"Ah ah.." came his deep voice, resonating through her very soul. The pleasurable state she had created slowly dissipated as she forced herself to look upwards at him. His voice alone called to her, and she longed to touch him. To bathe him with her affections and kisses until he pushed her away. To fall at his knees and grovel, if only to please him.
"Erik," she smiled. He chuckled lightly, fingers playing at the cool links encasing her ankle.
"Starting without me, my love?" He teased.
Christine blushed, but did not look away. She held his gaze brazenly. It had been months since she had found full submission to him, and shame in her actions had long since fallen away. She would be anything to him, anything he desired, and found no horror in that knowledge.
Erik released her from her bonds, and immediately she moved to pull him down to her. It did not matter that he was fully clothed and she the opposite. She needed to feel him against her. The intoxication of his kiss was all that could soothe the flames that roared within her now.
Again Erik only laughed at her. He unwound her long, shapely legs from his waist and returned them to the bed.
"Listen to me, Christine.." he commanded, and with a bit of a pout upon her lips she stilled. He seemed pleased with her response, and that was the only thing that kept her in place. His fingertips were frigid as they stroked her inner thigh. Christine moaned, and with a sensual smile Erik averted his fingers from her burning core and instead traced the length of her leg, curling about at her knee until he was stroking her smooth calf muscle. Delicate ankle was caressed next, and finally the bridge of her foot to the tops of her toes. It nearly tickled, and Christine shuddered, fingers curling into the sheets.
"Erik," she said breathlessly.
"I have removed the metal, but your chains remain Christine." He said, as he positioned her leg where he desired that it should stay. "Do you understand?"
Christine nodded, touseled curls spilling across her cheeks with the gesture. Erik repeated the process with her other leg, leaving her thighs spread so widely she had no hope of pleasing herself even with the simple friction of her thighs. Once he had finished with this, she felt the indention of his weight upon the bed. He had settled himself betwixt her thighs, and now those cool fingertips traced the flat expanse of her abdomen and upwards over her ribcage. He traced her full breasts with circles, starting against her chest and circling upwards. Just when his touch would have brushed the aching pinnacles he diverted, stroking the smooth curve of her shoulders. He urged her arm upwards to the place where it had been bound. His lips hovered over the inside of her elbow, and then her palm. Though they were cool, the moisture of his kiss was warm and evoked another soft whimper.
"Stay," he reiterated, and repeated the process with the other arm until she was effectively bound – not with chains, but with his will. He left her then, moving to stand beside the bed instead. He gazed at her for some time, and Christine could feel the desire in his gaze as he devoured her. Almost like a caress that she could feel, his gaze enflamed her. Christine curled her toes, and pulled at the wood of the headboard. Her hips arched into the bed beneath, and then upwards to meet nothing but cool air.
The softness of his touch, his gentleness and delicacy were so different than what Christine was accustomed to. She was used to bending to his will, while he claimed her fiercely and sometimes violently. Now he was speaking in soft tones and with the most adoration in his touch.
It was complete torture.
"Erik, please.." she mewed, licking at full lips in an attempt to entice him. Erik smiled, even as he settled into a chair he had placed by the bedside.
"Please what, my precious?" he replied, his voice smooth and crisp. It was as though her plight had not affected him at all.
"I need you Erik..." she cried.
"I am here, my love. You know that I will never leave you."
Christine was frustrated with his intentional semantics.
"I need you to touch me, Erik. Take me. Beat me, if you must, only touch me..." Christine huffed truthfully, frustration mounting with desire within her tone.
Erik seemed pleased with something she had said, and he leaned forward within his seat. Elbows resting atop his knees, he allowed a single fingertip to idly trace the curvature of her hip bone – sheathed in the ivory silk of her flesh.
Christine groaned, and Erik chuckled lightly.
"My, aren't we eager..." Erik teased.
Christine sighed, allowing her eyes to drift closed.
"Do you want to please me, Christine?" Erik queried, allowing his circle to enlarge so that he was brushing the top of her thigh as well.
"You know that I do," came her breathy reply.
"Perhaps this pleases me. Perhaps it pleases me to see you in such agony. To see you writhing for much touch, in desire for me..."
Christine did not seem pleased at his admission, but instead she focused upon the sensation of his fingers as they ran along her hip and thigh. When she did not respond, his caress halted and he sat up once more.
"Oh, God, no! Please Erik. I am sorry. Yes, yes I want to please you. Taunt me if you must, but only let me please you."
Without a sound Erik leaned forward once more, and this time his fingers found play at her breast instead.
"Do you know what makes you more beautiful right now, Christine, than any woman on this earth?" he asked, his voice softer and more husky now.
Christine shook her head, a slight mmph the only vocal response she could manage.
"You are in exquisite agony, and yet you have not moved arm or leg since I commanded you so. You are mine. My word and will binds you with more strength than chains ever could."
Warmth washed over Christine, realizing that she had passed some invisible test she did not understand she was taking. The knowledge of bringing him true pleasure was the greatest swell of emotion she could experience, and the taste of it now wrenched a little sigh from within.
"You are mine," he reiterated, even as he joined her on the bed. He was unclothed now, and the chill of his flesh was welcomed against the fire that raged within her own skin. With a murmur of kisses at her throat, he permitted her to move and she immediately enveloped him in her fire. They were as opposite at that moment as at any other. Fire and ice, light and darkness, weakness and strength, submission and domination. They were as complete at that moment as any two ever were, separate halves to one wonderful whole.
For hours Erik lavished attentions upon her. Soft, warm kisses and loving caresses. There was nothing harsh in their lovemaking. He was as gentle with her as though she were a virgin, constantly assuring her of his adoration as he brought her to the edge again and again. Later they lay within the bed, Christine curled into his side and stroking the dip of his clavicle sleepily.
"Christine?" He called to her, the very voice that commanded her.
"Mmm?" she replied, a smile dancing upon her lips.
"What have you learned?" he asked, tangling his fingers within her impossible curls.
Silence loomed for several moments, as his pet considered her answer carefully.
"To trust you. To please you in all things."
Erik smiled lightly and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Those things are important, yes, but not the lesson I sought to teach you tonight."
Christine felt a wave of disappointment settle like a brick within her stomach, and her body tensed. Had she failed him? The thought was enough to make her tremble.
He stroked the length of her back, silently encouraging her to relax again.
"The lesson, my sweet Christine, was this..."
He tipped her chin upwards until her firey brown eyes met his own. She did not see his deformity, though it was clearly displayed. She did not see the too-pale tone of his skin, or the unhealthy slenderness he possessed. Instead she could only see the Master of her very spirit, and he was smiling down at her. With a gentle kiss pressed to her lips, he muttered softly against her ear.
"You are precious, unbelievable, wonderful...and.."
He nipped at the lobe of her ear, and continued.
"I love you."