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Chapter Sixteen
Christine smiled as she watched her one year old daughter draw with Nadir. She sighed happily, so extremely proud with Madeleine and the way she advanced in everything. Knowing she now had time to do some chores around the house, she turned to Erik and said, "I'm going to go get some work done." She pecked him on the cheek and turned to jog gracefully up the stairs, clutching her skirts as she went. Moving towards her bedroom she'd shared with her husband since they'd been there, she closed the door and began to move about the room. After dusting the drapes, she moved to the bed and bent over it to pull up the sheets and tuck them under the pillows.
Erik sat with a bemused smile on his face as he watched his wife flounce up the stairs, and with a quick look to Madeleine and Nadir, he stood and set off after his wife. He felt his desire mounting as he drew nearer and nearer to their bedroom door, and he silently pushed it open, looking at his wife and licking his lips. She was still bent over the bed, and he rushed forward then, throwing one arm around her waist and placing his other hand against her mouth, he bent over Christine and pressed his hips hard against her rear, groaning softly.
Christine's eyes widened, and the hand over her mouth muffled her cry of surprise. She attempted to turn to face who she knew could only be Erik. "Are you insane?!" She whispered harshly as she pried his fingers away from her face. "I could've died of shock!" She couldn't move, therefore she was still bent, and her hair began to fall over her shoulders.
Erik purred softly as he pressed his hips to her bottom again. "I'm not insane..." He whispered in her ear, biting at her lobe. "I'm passionate." He teased, moving his hands to clutch at her waist. "Maddy is with Nadir... we're all alone..."
"Erik..." Christine had to grin, for she knew what it meant when they were able to be "all alone." She raised an eyebrow and patted at the pillows, trying to fluff them and continue her work. "So did you want to continue that game of chess, then?" She asked innocently, trying to pull the sheets further up the bed and slightly moving to the side in his arms, her rear brushing against the front of his pants teasingly.
Erik groaned deeply when she brushed against him, and he reached forward, grasping her upper arms and bringing her back to her previous position. "Christine... do not tease me... I have waited far too long..." He mumbled, reaching down and grasping the hems of her dress, pulling them up around her waist and giving her a slap to the rear.
Christine gasped slightly when cold air hit the back of her thighs and Erik became a tad too frisky. Had he just commanded her? She grinned almost deviously, impressed with this side of him she so rarely saw. Although she enjoyed having dominance over him, a chill of excitement ran through her every time his voice became low and he demanded things from her. She held herself up, but remained still, wondering what he could possibly do to her like this.
Erik gave a low growl then, taking Christine further over the bed and reaching down with one hand to open his pants. Moving his hips forward, he rubbed himself against her bare flesh with a gasp, reaching forward to grasp her breasts tightly in his hands and whimpering gently. "Christine... I will have you... right here." He growled out, his voice dangerously low.
Christine moaned slightly and took a deep breath, her stomach twisting and her heart beating faster. She closed her eyes at the sensations he was causing in her, and shivered in delight to feel his lower body against hers. She wanted to flip a sarcastic, teasing comment at her husband but decided against it, taking full advantage of the pleasure that came when he decided to make her the submissive one, and moved slightly back to rub her opening around the tip of his manhood, whimpering and clutching the sheets she had so meticulously just fixed.
Erik gave a grunt then, clutching more tightly to her flesh and thrusting suddenly into her. "You are mine..." He purred, digging his nails into her flesh and throwing his head back. "You're mine forever..." He stated roughly, leaning his head down to bite possessively at her neck.
Christine groaned so deeply it was almost a gurgle, and she wished desperately she could touch him. Her eyes closed as her arms shook from the weight she carrying. She moved back on his flesh, her whole body on fire. Her mouth hung open at the exquisite feel this new position was bringing.
Erik gave a strangled cry as he thrust within Christine again, scratching down her back and beginning to set up a steady pace. "Christine..." He growled, leaning down to bite her neck, then her shoulder. He moved sharply into her body, nearly grunting from the physical effort he made to thrust hard within his wife every time. This new position forced him to move deeper and deeper within her, and he made strangled gasps in the back of his throat.
Christine cried out and clutched the sheets so hard she could feel her nails pressing through to her palm. She began to pant and moan at the same time, making very interesting music indeed, and closed her eyes as he pressed deep within her body. After calling out the Almighty's name twice, she groaned Erik's name.
While husband and wife had their interlude, Maddy and Nadir both looked up when they heard the front door open and close and echo throughout the foyer. Maddy shrugged and went back to her drawing, child's innocence making her unconcerned. When she saw her Uncle Jean Claude enter the sitting room however, she jumped up with a large smile and ran into his awaiting arms.
He sat down on the couch and waved to Nadir as he bounced the small girl on his lap, and nodded towards the visitor who'd come with him. "You know the Vicomte, I'm sure." Though Jean Claude had debated Christine's words of wanting friendship with the young man, he finally figured that to please her he would talk to the man and help her to maintain the friendship she so desperately wanted with Raoul. He had apologized, after all...
Nadir looked in shock at Raoul, nodding slowly. "Yes, of course... but what, if I may ask, are you doing here?" He asked, eyes narrowing.
Raoul frowned, sighing. "I've come to speak to Christine..." He said softly. "Jean Claude told me I could..."
Jean Claude's face flushed for a moment and he shrugged. "He apologized some time ago to both Erik and Christine," the older man said, grinning down at Madeleine. "She wished to be his friend, and so I figured he could join us for dinner tonight, perhaps? Or not." He shrugged once more. "But he and Christine would like to talk, I see no harm there." He tilted his head at the child on his lap. "Do you, little love?" When she giggled, he laughed, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Where is Christine, anyway?"
Nadir shrugged. "She went upstairs to clean, I suppose..." He said, feeling entirely uncomfortable about this but unsure as to what he should do.
Raoul smiled, moving toward the staircase. "I'll just go up and surprise her, then." He said, before rushing up the stairs and moving to the door at the end of the hall where he heard what sounded like Christine's voice. Standing in the doorway, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped at the scene before him.
Christine's hair spilled over her shoulders and neck, and she tried to move back against Erik as he moved forward. Bliss clouded her eyes and she felt herself all too soon nearing the edge. She threw her head back, her dark curls falling down her sweat slickened back, and cried out as she strove to climax. "Erik!" She cried harshly, moaning continuously now.
Erik groaned, growling low in his throat and clawing at Christine's back sharply. His lower body began to move faster as he slipped one hand down between Christine�s legs, rubbing against her sensitive flesh and moaning low in his throat. "You are mine." He hissed again, leaning over her body and biting her ear, then kissing her neck possessively.
Raoul gaped, unable to believe what he was seeing as he watched how violently Erik handled Christine. That monster!!
Christine couldn't help but arch her back as Erik's hand came in contact with her hypersensitive nub. She panted and groaned, and struggled to fall against the bed, to hold herself up. "Oh, Erik!" was all she seemed to be able to get out, and even that was husky and almost incomprehensible. She was so close, so incredibly close now, and she let Erik know it, too. "Please, Erik, please!" She cried out fiercely, moving back against his flesh and groaning every time he hit that sweet spot up inside of her. She was surprised she had lasted this long.
"Yesssss..." Erik hissed, thrusting deeply within Christine in quick succession. His hands reached to her breasts again, and he pressed his forehead to her upper back for a moment, groaning deeply and shaking as he began to feel himself reaching the edge.
Raoul's eyes widened and a small shudder ran through his body at Christine's cries of pleasure, and he felt himself becoming more and more aroused at her sounds of pleasure, from seeing her pale white thighs displayed. He forced his body to relax, but he could not, and he continued to watch them with disgusted fascination, his hand straying downwards. Swiftly he pulled it back up, shaking his head slowly and continuing to watch.
Christine screamed out her release, and her head hit the bed as she cried out into it and began to shake uncontrollably. She was still coming, full blast, and she held Erik's hand to her sensitive flesh, still, and then dug her nails into his forearm as she entered the afterglow of her bliss. She panted, her eyes closed in pure delight, and a satisfied smile crossed her lips.
Erik gave a sharp cry, thrusting within his wife once more and releasing powerfully within her. His body shook with passion as he fell atop his wife, still resting within her body and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. His face burrowed into her hair and sighed softly. "My dear..."
Raoul trembled in desire then, and continued to watch cautiously, unsure if he should stay there or run off quickly.
Maddy's little steps came stomping up the stairs, and Christine's eyes widened. She quickly removed herself from Erik and pulled her skirts down, and then turned to pull his pants up and button them. Just as she had finished, Maddy began calling their names, and she appeared behind Raoul, and pushed past him.
Christine stood and pecked Erik's lips before turning to her daughter, only to see Raoul, as well. She frowned in confusion and then smiled. "What are you doing here?" she asked playfully, before bending to take Maddy in her arms. "Did you bring Maddy up here?" The thought occurred to her that perhaps he'd seen her with Erik, but she cleared her mind of that. She hadn't heard a sound...
Erik frowned, looking at Raoul. Looking into the man's eyes, he knew immediately that Raoul had witnessed their lovemaking. His face flushed as he glared at Raoul, and he touched Christine's arm. "He saw us..." He whispered very softly so Raoul would not hear.
Raoul frowned as he looked at the three of them. "Oh... er... no, I didn't bring her up..."
Christine's eyes widened and she turned to look at Erik. Situating his mask a little, she took a deep breath before she handed Madeleine to him, the small girl giggling as she repeated her mother's actions and patted his mask. Christine turned to Raoul and smiled brightly, hoping for once her husband was wrong. "I didn't know you knew where I lived," she began, as she slid her arm through his and began leading him toward the stairs.
Raoul smiled down at Christine then, taking her hand in his and leading her toward the first floor bathroom instead of toward the living room. Closing the door behind them, he moved toward the towel rack, wetting a rag with warm water and holding it out to her. "For those horrid scratches down your back, Christine." He said, his voice low and cheeks pink.
Christine flushed from head to toe and she accepted the rag. "Um..." There were no words she could find to say to him, to either comfort him or give him an excuse. "Thank you, Raoul." She pushed all of her hair onto her shoulder and gave him a shy look. "Um... Could you... Face the other way, Raoul?"
He looked down at Christine, eyes wide with a bit of passion as he moved forward. "Let me help you." He whispered, reaching out for the ties of her gown and slowly sliding it down her back. He winced at the bleeding scratches on her back and took the rag, dabbing it at her skin. "How can you let him do this to you?" He asked, shaking his head slowly.
Christine shivered from the cold and from the uncomfortable feeling she felt from this. Quickly she turned to face him and tugged her dress back up, tying it quickly and clumsily. "That's our business, Raoul." She said a little too harshly. She set the rag down on the sink and leant over it to wash her hands. "You needn't worry about anything we do," she amended more gently as she rinsed her delicate hands off.
Raoul nodded sadly, before reaching out to draw Christine against his body. "He must be frightening for you, Christine... the way he forces you to submit to his will...� He motioned to the window. "Come, I can sneak you away from this. You needn't pretend that you love him any longer, we can escape! I'll fetch Madeleine for you as well... just come away with me." He whispered, before clutching her close to his body and kissing her with a voracious passion.
Erik stood outside the bathroom door with Madeleine, who had stated rather proudly that she needed to use the bathroom. Erik heard only Raoul's words, and gasped softly. She needn't pretend to love me any longer? He thought, tears filling his eyes. Striding powerfully away, he stormed into the living room and thrust Madeleine into Jean Claude's arms.
Erik then began to pace back and forth, fuming with anger for several minutes, before sinking to the settee with defeat. "All a lie..." He whispered, eyes wide and face paled. He appeared completely broken.
Christine squealed and batted at his chest. She pulled away from him and pressed her back against the nearest wall. "Raoul, I thought I'd made it clear that I love Erik!" She pushed past him and out of the bathroom door, tears streaming down her face. "Don't touch me, do you hear?!" She cried behind her back. "I love ERIK!" She hissed, and ran to the living room, sinking down blindly at her uncle's feet, her head in her hands. "Take him away, Uncle," she said harshly as she sobbed, "He can't admit defeat."
Jean Claude sat Maddy down beside him, who begin to cry at the sight of her mother. "What's wrong, Christine?"
Christine cried harder. "Raoul is trying to get me back! He kissed me just like he kissed me when he ruined the happiest day of my life."
Jean Claude looked over at Erik, frowning. He watched as Maddy ran to jump into her father's lap and threw her slightly chubby arms around his neck.
Erik sobbed softly, clinging to his daughter and placing gentle kisses to her face, smiling through his tears at her giggles. "I will never let you go, Maddy..." He whispered, sobbing harder and harder at Christine's words. Was it true, or was she just afraid of him, too afraid to leave with whom she really loved?
Hearing Erik's voice, Christine's head jerked up and she cried out softly, crawling towards him across the floor, her right hand outstretched toward him. "Erik!" At that, she sobbed one last time before passing out from the strenuous emotion, her head hitting the floor.
Jean Claude's eyes widened and he fell to his knees beside Christine. Looking up around the room with a glare, he questioned, "Where is that damned boy?!" He stood and left the room, apparently out for the Vicomte's blood.
Erik leapt up and set Maddy down on the floor, kneeling next to Christine and taking her head up to his lap. Gently he stroked his fingers through her hair, bending to place a few gentle kisses to her forehead and face. There was only a small bump where she had hit her head, and Erik sighed in relief, taking Christine's hand and placing a gentle kiss to the back. "Christine... Christine, wake up, mon ange.." He purred.
Raoul leaned against the wall of the bathroom, his hand down his trousers and his head tilted back. A small groan slid from his lips, and he sighed. "Christine, yes..." He whispered, moving his hand faster and faster in his pants and panting.
Jean Claude walked in, and his mouth dropped open when he saw the Vicomte pleasuring himself. What the hell was going on in this household? Every damn time he turned around... Thankfully Maddy hadn't reached the age to be doing anything of the sort. He'd surely die if he caught her in the same position with a man he'd caught Christine in with Erik so many times. Utter disgust on his face, he grabbed Raoul's ear and drug him out of the bathroom to the living room.
Glaring at Raoul and turning his gaze to Erik, he growled, "Would you like to hurt him or shall I? Perhaps you would show more mercy than I," he said threateningly, gritting his teeth. Maddy watched, curious, and giggled at Raoul, who seemed very much like a clown to her.
Erik glared at Raoul, and waved his hand. "Take him outside and leave him there... the boy isn't worth the trouble." Erik said, shaking his head and looking back down to his wife in concern.
Raoul glared at Erik then, kicking out at the man and catching his shin. "You beast! You will burn in hell!"
Jean Claude fumed and grabbed Raoul's neck this time, and moved toward the door quickly, and hoisted him up as much as he could, and swung him out of the door. Giving a threat to cut off what he seemed to love so much if he ever returned, he slammed the door in the boy's face and turned back to go check on what seemed to be burning. Did Nadir not know how to cook properly?
Maddy, seeing her father with her mother, stood carefully as she had finally managed to do last month, and moved towards her mother. She plopped down beside her head, and slapped at her cheeks. "Mamma!" She yelled fiercely, leaning her head down to press her forehead to her mother's.
Erik chuckled softly at the sight of Maddy slapping Christine's cheeks, and he brushed his wife's hair from her forehead. "Christine, my love... wake up please..."
Christine groaned and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled when she saw Erik, the memory of their furious lovemaking fresh in her mind, and then she became very pale as she remembered Raoul coming onto her. Her eyes darted around the room, and she clutched Erik's hand tightly. "He's after me," she whispered, gulping.
Erik quickly lifted Christine into his arms, cuddling her tightly against his chest. "No... Jean Claude has disposed of the boy, he's gone... He will never speak to you again." He said. Suddenly, his eyes widened. "Did he touch you?!"
Christine shivered and clutched to Erik's shirt, ignoring Maddy's tug at her hair. "He pulled my dress down... And he pulled me to him and..." She winced and touched her lips in disgust. "He kissed me." She trembled and buried her face into Erik's chest, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
Erik tensed, holding his wife closer. "I will kill him." He hissed, body beginning to shake in rage. "How dare he touch you..."
Christine sat up and kissed him full on the lips, determinedly, eagerly, and her lips went to his ear. "He tried to take me away from you," she whispered fearfully into his ear. "Please don't leave me, Erik, please don't!" She began to cry against his shoulder, and when Maddy began to cry as well, she pulled her into their embrace and snuggled against the both of them.
Erik began to cry as well, kissing Christine gently and brushing his lips to Maddy's forehead. "Shhh...Christine, I will not harm him..it was a moment of weakness, please do not cry..." He sobbed, clinging to the two most important things in his life.
Christine tried to calm herself, although, she couldn't help thinking that perhaps this had not been the last time Raoul would try something stupid. She shuddered and hugged Erik tighter, finding comfort only in his arms. No... No, Erik would never let anything happen to her or their daughter.
Chapter Seventeen