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Disclaimer: These characters do not belong
to me. I just a poor college students, so please don't sue me, I can't
afford it. I'm not quite sure who these characters do belong to, so I'm
going to say either Gaston Leroux, because I believe he was the first to
use them. WARNING: RAPE AND VIOLENCE.
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I look at the body that lies
before me. How carefully I have planned for this moment. Months of studying
him, planning. And now I finally have him. I can just imagine the look
on his face when he comes to. Shouldn't be long now. I've carefully
tied him so that he cannot escape me. His hands are over his head, tied
with a strong silk cord to the headboard of the bed. His feet are tied
to the posts of the foot of the bed, each on opposite sides so that his
legs are spread wide. I had removed his clothing right after he lost consciousness.
Now he lay before me, totally open to me.
I hear a choked gasp, then his eyes
open. He glances about wildly as he realizes he is bound. His gaze falls
on me, and his eyes go wide. With shock or with fear, perhaps with hate.
I do not know.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"Use your imagination." I reply.
His eyes widen again. I know it is with shock this time.
"Let me up." he demands, even though
he knows I won't. "Erik! Let me up!"
"Now why should I do that?" I ask,
my tone mocking.
"What do you want?"
"I want you. Haven't you guessed
that by now?"
"Me?" Fear now tinges his voice.
"Let me go Erik. Don't do this."
"You talk to much." I reply. Before
he can say anymore, I drop down to him and press my lips against his. The
lips under mine are unresponsive. I pull away. He's too shocked to speak.
I smile. "Kiss me back." I demand.
"No." he says, his voice full of
anger.
"Yes." I reply as I reach for the
small dagger I left on the bedside table. I bring it to rest against his
throat. "You will do as I say." Desperation fills his eyes as I lean down
to kiss him again. This time his lips part, and I push my tongue into his
mouth.
A small whimper comes from deep within
his throat as I ravage his mouth. I answer with a soft moan as my free
hand glides over his chest. I pull away from him and sit so that I'm straddling
his waist.
"Very good." I purr as I continue
to roam one hand over his chest. I rub at the tender flesh of his nipple,
causing it to get hard despite the fact that he doesn't want this. I bend
down and take the now hard flesh into my mouth. I suck at the flesh, and
then gently bite it, causing him to yelp.
I smile as I pull myself up
to look down at him. Sweat beads across his forehead, and his eyes are
closed. I gently press down the blade that I still hold against his throat.
"Open your eyes." I command.
His eyes open slowly, and he focuses his gaze on me. "Your body betrays
you." I say softly. "Your mind screams no, but your body responds to my
touch. You want me."
"No" is all he manages to say,
and even then it is nothing but a choked sob.
"Yes you do." I say. "Your
body tells me that. You burn for me." I press the knife a little harder
against his throat. "Beg me for it. Ask me to take you. Ask me to make
love to you." He flinches at these words, but doesn't say anything. "Ask
me!"
"Please." It is barely a whisper.
"What?"
"Please Erik." he gasps. "Make
love to me. Please."
"That's good." I say as I bring
the knife down. I shove a pillow under his hips, opening him to me completely.
I replace the knife on the table, and grab a bottle of oil that I had set
there. Uncapping the bottle, I pour a little into the palm of my hand.
I rub the oil between my hands, warming it. "Just relax." I tell him. "It'll
be easier that way."
He closes his eyes and
takes a deep breath as my hands move over his body. My fingers press against
the ring of tight muscle and he instantly tenses. Then he takes another
deep breath and forces his body to relax, despite the tension he feels.
One of my fingers enters him, and he gasps at the pain.
I slowly move my finger
inside him, then slide a second finger into him. I work him slowly, stretching
him. I twist my fingers, causing them to brush against his prostate, and
his back arches off the bed.
"That feel good?" I asked him,
repeating the stroke. "Do you like that?'
"No." he manages to say between
gasps. He repeats that one word like a prayer that will not be answered.
"Yes you do." I say as I pull
my fingers from him. I lean down over him and kiss him again. This time
he responds automatically, sucking my tongue into his mouth. As he desperately
kisses me, I thrust my cock into him, burying myself in him with one stroke.
He throws his head back and screams.
I slowly pull out of him so
that just the head of my cock still remains within him, then I plunge back
into him. As I continue thrusting in and out of him, I reach down and take
hold of his cock, stroking it to full erection. Soon he screams out as
orgasm rips through him. His muscles clench around my swollen cock, and
I come buried inside of him. I collapse on top of him, breathing heavily.
He groans softly under me, and by looking into his face I can see that
his mind has given up control. He's mine now. Body, mind and spirit belong
to me. Forever. My precious Raoul.
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