Page 44 of Angel's Flight
This time, the slap was real.
Erik blinked at his mistress, his cheek smarting and his head spinning.Her expression was one of delight and power like he had rarely seen, yet it was amazing.He almost wilted as she seized him again and clamped her teeth on one nipple, sucking and worrying it with her teeth so that he had no idea what to feel.She pinched the other between her fingers, twisting it and sending electric pulses of sensation all through him.
“Oh, God, that’s so good,” he whimpered.
This time, the slap left him reeling, the pain and punishment hitting him like a beautiful wave come to drown him.He fell to his knees, unable to stand, and Christine grabbed him by his long hair, hauling him to where she wanted him to be as she tumbled back on the bed.
“Serve me,” she ordered and pressed his face between her thighs.With delirious joy, he obeyed.
She tasted like honey and spice.She was wet and hot against his tongue and lips, quivering with desire for him – for this – as he devoured her.She tugged his hair hard and steered him exactly where she wanted him as he licked and sucked.
“Fuck, yes, there!Use your hands.Fill me up,” Christine panted above him.Erik did as he was told, penetrating her with three fingers that slipped so easily inside as she writhed, thighs clenching upon his shoulder.His cock was so hard and untouched that it ached, but the pain melded with the delight of her pulling hard on his hair and then driving her nails into his neck.God, he might come from this.Just from the ecstasy of being hers.Giving her his submission and penance.
She came with a long moan, her body freezing and then convulsing with the orgasm as Erik looked up from his place between her thighs.Nothing had ever been more beautiful.He would crawl over hot coals and broken glass to be with her if she commanded it.He would suffer however she would let him.
“On the bed,” Christine gasped when she released him and Erik scrambled to comply.She straddled him the moment he was prone, drawing his arms above him and to the brass frame of their rented bed.She guided his fingers around the smooth metal, looking down at him from within the curtain of her falling hair.“Do not let go.If you do, you won’t come tonight.And do not come until I command it.”
Erik bit back a protest and tightened his grip.His brain was a fog of need, his body singing at every touch Christine gifted him with, from her nails raking down his chest and legs to the hungry kisses and nips at his thighs and then her mouth engulfed his cock.
He groaned and gripped the bedframe so tight he was sure he’d bend it, but he didn’t let go.He wasn’t allowed to let go and...Dear God, what else was he not allowed to do?He couldn’t think.He couldn’t do anything but submit as she swallowed him down.Her tongue and teeth were perfection, her lips and throat, everything.He was going to explode or die or...
“Not.Yet.”She grasped the base of his cock hard, holding back the peak of his pleasure.Erik nearly screamed in frustrated need, but he didn’t let go and he didn’t come.He wouldn’t disappoint her again.He would be good.For her, he could be good.
“I love the way you taste,” Christine whispered, licking the entire length of him as she played idly with his balls, squeezing just hard enough to make him shudder on the edge of agony.“Do you know what I love more?Seeing you like this.Watching you work so hard to do as you’ve been told.It’s so beautiful, Erik.”
He shut his eyes, but the tears still came.He wanted to beg her to stop saying such lies or to hurt him again.He should let go to show her that she was wrong.He was shameful, cruel, and impertinent...
“Can you hold on for me a bit longer, my love?”Her voice broke through his spiraling thoughts like a song.“Can you obey me?”
Erik nodded so hard it shook his whole body.
“I knew you could,” Christine purred.“Now open your eyes and watch me.”
Erik forced himself to look, his muscles screaming and his heart pounding.Christine loomed above him, gently caressing his cock, and then...
“Don’t look away, my love, watch me take you in.See how we fit.See how you fill me.”Christine stifled a gasp as she lowered herself onto Erik’s length, and he watched himself disappear inside her.
It felt like heaven, like absolute paradise, to be sheathed within her.It was torture too, for she moved so slowly, tense and tight around him.She gave him everything and yet kept him at bay, holding back his peak.God, how he loved her, but how wrong and broken he felt to be subsumed by such a divine creature...
“Don’t go to that place,” she commanded, somehow reading the shame in his heart.“Look at me and see the one who loves you.Who chose you.Who chooses you still.”
Erik gave a strangled, guttural sound of assent.He wanted to move; to let go of the bed, grab her by the hips, and fuck her so hard the walls shook.He was so close he could barely see, but he still obeyed.He stared up at her perfection as she rode him, steady and smooth, and he held back.It was so hard, but he held back.
“There, yes, you’re so good for me,” Christine whimpered, speeding up her hips.Did she truly enjoy this – to rule him and see him at her mercy?If she did, even a bit, that made it worth this agony on the precipice of joy.“Erik, you are good.You’re mine and you’re good.”
He couldn’t breathe or even make a sound but he could hold back.He could obey.
“Come for me,” Christine cooed, and Erik shattered.
The climax took away everything.All thought and guilt and pain.There was nothing but light and pleasure, pulse after pulse, as he poured himself into her.Into the goddess of ecstasy above him as she joined him in the perfect, quiet place.He was forgiven and absolved, his pain and obedience transmuted to absolution.He was whole and safe, thanks to her.
He didn’t know how long the pleasure held him and was barely aware of Christine prying his fingers from the bed frame and returning his aching arms to his side.She was there beside him, mopping his body and brow with a cloth, to clear away the sweat and tears and seed before she kissed him.
She kissed him and he let himself love it.He let himself deserve it and savor it because he had done as she said.He had been good and he could do it again, all for her.His arms smarted with scratches and stiffness as he wrapped them around her, but the echoes of pain weren’t shameful anymore, or frightening.They reminded him of exactly who he was: hers.
Paris
Meg knew she was beingstupid, but that didn’t stop boys, so why should it stop her?Every instinct told her she should not be in the Opéra cellars, and yet, as she descended the stairs into the cool, quiet dark, she couldn’t help but feel excitement.She had always been sweet and accommodating; always did what Mother or the other dancers told her to do.She was a good student because she never argued with her ballet instructors or tried to get too much attention.Now she had an order from the ghost himself to stop.
