Chapter Twenty-One
Christine grinned as she stood beside the bed with her hands on her hips, naked as a jaybird and quite satisfied with herself. She examined Erik's hands, tied to the bedpost with a strip of cloth she'd torn from one of her old chemises. He was completely naked, which was not uncommon when he was in their bed, and he was looking as luscious as ever. If only she could touch him... No. Not yet. I must wait until he wakes. She grinned even more broadly. The same blindfold he'd used on her birthday was in her left hand, and as soon as he had seen and had an idea of what was in store for him, she would use it.
Erik wiggled a bit as he began to wake, and he blinked a few times in confusion. Trying to move his hands, he was suddenly wide-awake. Giving a small cry of confusion, he looked around wildly, and his eyes narrowed when he saw Christine. "What exactly are you up to, my dear...?"
Christine grinned and stalked towards him, a predatory look in her eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She crawled toward him on the bed, and as she reached his body, she ran her hand up his leg and to his chest, and straddled his torso as she lifted his head easily and placed the blindfold over his eyes.
Erik gave a small growl when she blindfolded him, and he tugged harder at the restraints on his hands. Apparently, Christine could tie her knots very well. Thrashing his head a bit, he bucked his lower body up, trying to bounce Christine from on top of him with a smirk. "I thought you liked me to dominate you."
Christine placed her hands on his shoulders and roughly pushed him to lie still, as she leant down and bit his nipple none too gently. "Quiet, Monsieur Phantom." She grinned and slid down his body, placing a quick lick to his abdomen before she lifted from the bed. "You've been a very, very, very naughty boy."
Erik's mouth opened slightly in surprise when Christine bit his nipple, and he trembled. "Oh.. have I?" He asked playfully, his body tingling where Christine touched him. A tiny whimper slid from his lips and he pulled harder, trying to free his hands.
Christine's eyes sparkled with mischievousness, and she stood on the bed, and trailed her toes down his side. She lowered and sat down beside him on her legs, her knees against his ribs. She rubbed his lower belly as she purred, "Whatever shall I do to punish you?" She raised an eyebrow herself. Now that she had him where she wanted him, what could she do with him?! She'd been so wrapped up in getting him here that she'd not thought of anything else.
Erik squirmed a bit, trying to find more contact against Christine, and he groaned. "Whatever you are going to do, do it soon." He said, a commanding note to his voice.
Christine frowned and ran a fingertip down his manhood, and then abruptly slapped his inner thigh. "You are in no position to be giving me orders. I thought I told you to shut your mouth?" She raised an eyebrow. She had no idea where it all was coming from, but she liked it. Although she adored when he took firm possession of her, she felt a certain exhilaration in doing the same to him.
Erik's eyes widened beneath the blindfold, and he felt a jolt of pleasure rush through his body as Christine seemed to take control. Very softly he spoke. "Yes, Christine." Then tried his best to lay perfectly still, unsure of what would happen next, and only knowing that his chances for pleasure were better if he did everything he was told. It was so hard, though! He knew that if he really tried, he could probably get his legs up and around Christine and pin her... but where would the fun be in that?! Whimpering softly, Erik pulled his arms again. "Christine..." He whispered, his voice thick with passion.
She raked her nails down his inner thighs and narrowed his eyes. Allowing her breath to flow out across his manhood, she spoke, "I don't want to hear your voice again, do you understand? Do not scream until I tell you to." She leant up and stroked him feather-lightly as she spoke against his ear, "Do you understand this?"
Whimpering softy, Erik nodded and lifted his hips slightly against her hand.
Her stroking stopped and she bit his earlobe harshly. "No. You will not have pleasure unless I wish it." She raked her nails down his chest and then straddled his thighs, inching ever so slightly down his legs as she kissed the entire expanse of his chest, just daring him to vocalize what she was doing to him.
Erik sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself to be completely still and silent even as his body began to tremble with need. A very tiny squeak slipped from between his lips and he winced, hoping that didn't count. She's going to drive me mad!
Christine grinned triumphantly and pinched Erik's rear. "I said no sound." She ran her thumbs along the tip of his manhood. "You will obey me, dear husband. You may be Phantom but I am Queen of the Mountain." She grinned. She'd always loved teasing him to madness...
Erik gasped soundlessly, and nodded. His entire body felt numb, and a tightness was beginning to form in the pit of his stomach. He longed to be able to look down at Christine, see her face... Erik clenched his hands into fists, fighting for self-control.
Christine moved up to straddle his stomach so that he would not have access to her at all, and grabbed a handful of his hair, jerking his head back. She immediately set to work on biting his neck and shoulder, and sucking the marks fiercely to try and create the same blotches on his skin that he'd created on hers so many times. Her free hand trailed up his arm and tickled one of his palms, and then she dragged her nails lazily back down his arm.
Erik couldn't help himself and he groaned deeply, pulling his absolute hardest on the binds that held his wrists and wincing when he felt the fabric beginning to dig into his skin. His mind began to swim, and he writhed on the bed, trying so hard to break free and be able to touch his wife. "Christine... Oh God please Christine..." He begged, unable to be quiet any more.
Christine pulled on his hair so hard she thought she might've pulled some out. She winced slightly, but dug her nails into the underside of his bicep and said in a low, malicious voice, "I don't want to hear you again. Begging really doesn't become you, my dear." She mocked, and then bit his lower lip, though not hard enough to draw blood... yet.
Erik wiggled beneath his wife, catching her lips when she bit him and kissing her with a large amount of passion. He had never felt so aroused before, and he couldn't believe Christine had this in her. His body screamed for release, but he kept as still and quiet as he could.
Christine pulled her lips away and breathed deeply. She was mightily pleased with the way things had turned out but she didn't want to lose her control to him... not yet. She flipped her hair over to cover her eyes and dragged it down his body as she kissed her way down to his taut abdomen, and nibbled as best she could on the tight skin. She placed her hands underneath him and massaged his bottom, smiling against his abdomen.
Erik squirmed more and more as Christine's mouth moved lower, and he tried his best not to laugh as her hair tickled his skin. It left a tingling sensation in its wake, and he gasped again, straining against his bonds and torn between wanting this delicious torture to end, and wanting Christine to touch him like this forever.
Christine nodded, satisfied with herself. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she asked against his lips, "You like this, don't you? Is this how it feels when I writhe beneath you, as you are now?" She grinned against his lips and sucked at his lower lip, and then suddenly bit it.
Erik whimpered softly, moving his body against Christine's just a bit, and nipping her own lip in turn. "I love this." He whispered, hoping that since she had asked him a question, it was okay he had spoken. Resisting the urge to elaborate, he instead focused on breathing deeply.
Christine bit his jaw and removed herself from him. "I told you not to speak, didn't I? It's a shame that you disobeyed me. I was going to end your suffering..." She shrugged and leant over the bed to remove his blindfold. "I suppose Maddy is up by now, plotting how to be a menace." She grinned. "I think I'll go check on her." She grabbed her robe at the foot of the bed and put it on, and walked towards the door, not sparing him a glance.
Erik gave a cry. "Christine, no!" He shouted, pulling harder at his restraints and giving a helpless whimper.
It was too late. She was out the door and gone.
X
Christine grinned at Charles in his playpen. "You're such a good boy." She winked at Maddy and moved towards her on the couch. "Watch your brother, won't you?" At Maddy's nod, she tilted her chin up and placed a kiss on her nose. "I'm very proud of you. This music is wonderful." Maddy beamed and continued to write notes on the staff paper her father had given her, and Christine turned to go back to the kitchen, where she had began to cook her family's meal.
Erik snuck down the stairs and through the sitting room, looking at Maddy with a deviant glint in his eyes. "If you hear your mother shouting or anything... don't worry." He said with a wink, before patting her on the head and gliding to the kitchen. Slipping inside, he snuck behind his wife, and reached past her to turn off the stove.
"I'm hungry, my dear." He said, before grabbing her into his arms and looking possessively down at her.
Christine's eyes widened and she tilted her head curiously with an innocent smile. "Then why did you turn off the stove? Dinner will be ready in due time." A thrill chill went through her, and she knew immediately it had been her mistake to leave him unsatisfied earlier. She was almost frightened, but she knew better. He loved her! Knowing this, she pushed lightly at his chest again.
Lifting Christine with ease, he carried her from the room, winked at Maddy, and rushed up the stairs with his wife. Once in the bedroom, he shoved the door closed with his foot, and tossed Christine to the bed, pouncing on top of her and rolling her so that she lay over his lap. "It is time for you to learn a lesson, my dear... do you have any idea how long it took me to untie myself from the bed?" Reaching down, he pulled her gown up over her hips, and delivered a stinging slap to her bottom.
Christine gasped and hissed, and frowned as she tried to turn to face him. "Now wait just one moment, you said you liked it!" She wiggled on his lap and tried to reach to push down her gown back down over her hips. Now she was scared! She remembered her birthday... of course, those had been love swats... that last one had stung rather badly! She cursed and slapped at his leg as she struggled to get off him. "Don't be immature!" She shouted, managing to get her gown over her rear.
Erik leaned down to bite her neck rather roughly. "Oh, I liked it Christine... until you left me tied up!" He said roughly, although a twinkle still remained in his eye. He wasn't really angry, he just wanted to show Christine a bit of a lesson. Shrugging, he let her keep her gown over her hips, and slapped at her again, not as hard this time. Don't be too rough, Erik.
Christine sighed and rested her chin on her hand on his leg. That one hadn't been so bad... She remembered the first time he'd become very possessive, and smiled. This wasn't bad at all... Yet, still, she wasn't going to just let him do whatever he wanted. "Well I hope you enjoyed it because it's never going to happen again!" She taunted, raising an eyebrow.
He delivered a more stinging slap that time, and grasped a handful of her hair, tugging her head back and kissing her with a bruising force. I'm enjoying this. Perhaps a bit too much... He groaned into her mouth, slapping her rear again and smiling against her lips.
Christine moaned deeply and cursed as her corset dug into her ribs. At least while she was pregnant she didn't have to wear the damn whalebone. Trying to turn in his lap, she grasped his shoulder and turned to where his knees were in her back, and she was facing him. She sat up then, and straddled his lap, kissing him more eagerly.
Erik kissed Christine deeply, his hands moving down to rub at her bottom, knowing she'd be a bit sore later, and feeling a bit proud of himself. Gently he guided Christine to lay back on the bed, and he lay atop her, still kissing her with a mounting passion.
Christine wrapped her arms around his neck and massaged his head, keeping her lips firmly attached to his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed him tightly to her, moving her hips slightly against his and eliciting little moans of pleasure.
Erik gasped in desire when Christine pressed her hips against his, and he swiftly reached down, pulling Christine's dress up and pulling his pants down. Erik pulled his lips from his wife's, and looked down into her eyes, his own clouded with passion. With a soft cry, he thrust inside of his wife and his body shook with pleasure.
Christine gasped and grasped his shoulders tightly as she arched her back. Her eyelids dropped, just a tiny hint of brilliant blue seen, and she whispered, "You've been waiting to do this since I left you, haven't you?" She squeezed her thighs around his waist and moaned deeply, moving her hips in time with his. "Oh yes, Erik..." She panted as she became dizzy.
Erik nodded, incapable of speech by now, and thrust within Christine at a frenzied pace. He dropped his head down a bit to nibble at her neck, and he panted softly in her ear. "I love you..."
Christine gasped as she felt herself ready to release. She shook, but she reached no pinnacle and she cried out as she strived to move against him faster. She raked her nails up his back mercilessly and hugged his waist with her thighs, more tightly than before. "Show me you love me, Erik!" She cried, her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut, her teeth clenched. She was so close! Why wasn't it happening?! She cried out in frustration and moved furiously against him.
Looking at his wife and watching her strain for release, he captured her lips with his own and kissed her voraciously. One hand slid down to press against the sensitive flesh of her womanhood, while his other hand rubbed the back of Christine's neck. Slowly he trailed his lips down and kissed the damp skin above the top of her dress.
Christine felt her whole body tingle and arched greatly as she came, and she trembled in his arms as she felt the moment linger a little longer than most of the times she had climaxed. Her mouth stayed agape as she continued to contract around her husband, and she moaned his name softly, not able to open her eyes.
Erik gasped and cried out sharply, thrusting into Christine once more, then releasing as well. He crumpled against his wife then, trembling and trying to breathe properly.
Christine took deep breaths, one of her rosy cheeks against the pillow as she reached up to stroke the back of Erik's neck. Her dress was stuck to her skin and she could hardly breathe from the whalebone restraint. The sated smile came to her face, and she sighed happily.
Erik purred softly against his wife's chest, and he rolled from atop her then, nuzzling her cheek and neck as he ran his fingers through her hair. "I didn't hurt you too badly earlier, did I?"
Christine smirked. "You made up for it." She ran her thumb over his lips gently, and lovingly looked into his eyes. "You're not still upset with me for what I did, are you?" She grinned at the thought of what she had done, quite pleased with herself. "Not that I'm sorry I did it," she assured him.
Erik chuckled. "I wasn't really angry in the first place, my dear... just frustrated." He said as he cuddled closer to his wife and playfully licked her cheek.
Christine giggled and bit her lip. "Good. It's what I intended." Her eyes widened and she pretended she hadn't meant to say that out loud. She grinned and leaned into run her lips softly over his.
Erik sighed softly, running his fingertips over Christine's face and down her neck and chest, finally bringing them to rest on her belly. "I miss your bump." He teased playfully, a tiny pout fitting his lips.
Christine rolled her eyes and turned to lay completely on her back. She stared up at the ceiling and sighed. "I don't miss it. I didn't feel like I'm... Well, you know." She shrugged lightly and raised a hand to run through her crazy hair. "Besides," she smiled brightly, "They're more beautiful when they aren't hidden inside of me." She smirked and sighed deeply.
Erik laughed, leaning forward to kiss her gently. "Yes, but just knowing that our baby was inside you... that's a feeling I'm going to miss..." He said softly, a haunted look coming into his eyes. "Christine, what if we can't have any more?" He asked fearfully. "What if Charles and Maddy are it, no more children?"
Christine winced slightly. Truth be told, she had dreamed of having many children, and if not many more, then at least three. She adored her children and each one had a special uniqueness to them. They were gifted, and she felt lucky to have them with such a wonderful man. Trying to be aloof of the situation, she stared ahead at the ceiling. "You're not pleased with the two we have now?" She gulped. "They're all we need, Erik. I realize you'd wish for another son, because of the way Charles turned out, but if you'd just learn to love him the way he is, I'm sure he'd be the perfect son you'd always wished for." She sighed, running the knuckle of her thumb over her eyebrow.
Erik shook his head rapidly. "No, Christine... that isn't it at all. You know I love Charles, he's absolutely wonderful... I just..." He sighed then, leaning forward to brush his lips over Christine's cheek. "I love you so, and I know you want many children, and I was really looking forward to a house full of children to call me 'Papa' and need me..." He sighed, rubbing his face and cuddling a bit closer to Christine. "I suppose we shall just keep trying, and hope that the medication doesn't start taking effect for a long time."
Christine bit the inside of her lip as tears came to her eyes, and before he could see her crying, she dipped her head and snuggled her head into his chest, turning on her side to wrap her arms around him and sob softly into his broad chest. She didn't want to think about it. They didn't have much time, and she knew it. And that's why no matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to cease crying when the thought came to her.
X
The need for something very sour drove Christine to the kitchen early in the morning. The children and Erik were still asleep, and she'd very carefully slipped out from under his protective grip on her, and made her way to the kitchen. She'd never remembered wanting something so badly before! She grabbed a lemon, and began to peal it. She looked at it with disgust but couldn't help but put a piece into her mouth.
Erik stirred in his sleep, and rolled over, shocked when he didn't feel his wife beside him. Sitting up, he pulled on his robe and shuffled from the room. Standing in the hall for a moment, he heard slight sounds coming from downstairs, so he swiftly went to the sitting room. From there he could see the kitchen light on, and he strode forward and pushed his way inside. "Christine?"
Christine jumped and turned as she shoved another piece of lemon into her mouth. She smiled when she saw him and hurried over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly on the lips. She poked a lemon slice at his lips. "Yum!" She exclaimed merrily.
Erik winced and pulled back a bit, giving Christine a strange look. "Lemon?!" He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "Are you ill or something?" He asked with a smirk.
Christine's eyes widened and she gagged for a moment before running towards the first floor bathroom. Her feet pounded on the floor and she slammed the bathroom door behind her before she leant over the toilet and heaved everything she had eaten the night before... as well as the lemon she had so enjoyed just moments before. She groaned and pulled her hair back. Perhaps she was ill.
Erik rushed after his wife and let himself into the bathroom, kneeling beside Christine and grasping her hair in his hands. "You need rest. You must have become ill... although I'm damned to figure out how..."
Christine narrowed her eyes and nodded, feeling tired and weak. "I don't know what could have possibly..." She paused and a pensive expression passed over her features. "Erik?" She asked softly, holding on his hands to take his.
He tilted his head slightly. "What is it?" He asked, running his thumbs over her knuckles soothingly.
"Squeeze my breasts," she commanded, placing his hands on her breasts and raising her eyebrows as she examined his hands on her.
Erik's eyes widened. "What?!"
Christine made a frustrated sound and placed her hands atop his, forcing him to massage her breasts. She whimpered and shoved his hands away. "Oh my God," she whispered, feeling very faint indeed.
Erik pulled Christine against his body. "What is it?"
"I'm pregnant." It was but a whisper, but it seemed to echo in the bathroom, and all was silent until she heard Charles's unhappy morning whine. She looked up at Erik and a grin broke out over her face. "I'm pregnant!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly before moving to the door to go take care of Charles.
Erik reached out before Christine could leave the room and grabbed her into his arms, dipping her back and kissing her soundly. "Another child!" He cried, tears of joy filling his eyes. Lifting Christine, he swung her around the small bathroom, then carried her to Charles, laughing merrily the whole way.
X
Christine carried Charles in her arms as she stepped toward Jean Claude's door. After the initial excitement of her new pregnancy, she'd insisted they visit her uncle and tell him the good news. He would most likely tease about their eagerness, but in the end he would be happy and excited, as he had been with Charles. She cooed down at the little boy before she knocked lightly on the door. Not hearing an answer, she turned to Erik, who had Maddy, and raised an eyebrow.
Erik smiled. "I�m sure he's just busy, shall we go in?" He asked, holding his squirming daughter in his arms and ruffling her hair.
Christine smiled and nodded, and quietly opened the door, stepping through with ease and setting Charles on the carpet to crawl. She looked around the house, and although she was concerned about the odd quiet, she was more excited to tell her uncle her news. She looked to Madeleine. "Maddy, my darling, why don't you take Charles to the play room with all the pretty toys Uncle Jean Claude keeps for you?" The little girl nodded eagerly and struggled from her father's arms, and scooped Charles up as she moved toward her favorite room in the house.
Erik gave a devious grin as soon as the children were gone, and swept Christine into his arms, kissing her warmly for a few moments. Reluctantly he pulled back to look into Christine's eyes. "I suppose we should look for your uncle... maybe we could try the sitting room?"
Christine was about to reply when her keen sense of smell struck her, and she took Erik's hand dragging him toward the kitchen. "Can't you smell that?! We're just in time for the food!" She grinned and pulled him behind her as she swung open the door to the kitchen...
...Only to find Jean Claude and Marie on the table, half naked, Marie making sounds similar to birds squawking.
Erik came up behind his wife, resting a concerned hand on her shoulder. "My dear, what is-...Oh God." Erik gaped at the scene before him, squinting one eye and trying to figure out exactly what on Earth was occuring. It had never crossed his mind that people at such an age as Jean Claude and Marie could be... well... sexually active, after all...
Marie writhed beneath Jean Claude, her red hair mixed with many gray strands spread out all across the table. "Oh Jesus YES!" She cried, tugging on Jean Claude's hair. He was grunting madly and moving quickly within her, holding the sides of the table as he did so.
When Christine heard Marie shouted, "Oh JESUS yes, MORE!" she nearly vomited and turned to hide her face in Erik's chest, clutching his lapels.
Erik's face turned even more white as he watched, unable to pull his gaze from the scene before him. Gently he wrapped his arms around Christine's shoulders, fighting to keep from laughing, and finding that they did deserve this. "Well Christine," He whispered, leaning his head down so his lips brushed her ear, "I suppose paybacks really are a bitch... they've walked in on us so very many times, after all..."
Christine's eyes widened and she looked up at him with frightened eyes. "Marie has walked in on us?!" She hissed, grasping his lapels even tighter. At this Marie noticed them, and she cried out and slapped at Jean Claude's shoulders. Christine turned to them and giggled nervously. "Erm.. Just wanted to drop in, tell you I'm pregnant, and er... Goodbye!" She pulled Erik's hand then, and exited the kitchen, flushed from head to toe.
Erik tipped his fedora at the couple on the table with a sly smirk as he was pulled from the room. He laughed merrily as he pulled Christine up into his arms and swung her about a bit. "Oh yes, Marie walked in on us only once, my dear... the day you accosted me on the settee." He stated simply. "She had forgotten her purse, I believe." With those words out of his mouth, he kissed his wife gently and rested a hand on her tummy. "I suppose we should wait in here... they will make themselves presentable and come to us I assume... and then there is a lot of explaining to do. For starters... why this house is more clean than I've ever saw it, and then the explanations can continue into why many of Marie's belongings seem to reside permanently here."
Christine bit her lip and smiled shyly as her blush started to recede. "Perhaps they were inspired by our never-ending love?" She raised one leg over his and settled her thigh on his. "I wouldn't be surprised." She grinned and rubbed her tummy. "I'm hungry. Do you think they'd mind if I went and stole something to eat?" She stood. "I have this mad hunger that I never had when pregnant before!" She grinned and moved towards the kitchen, swaying her hips in his face.
Erik reached out, grasping Christine's hips and pulling her against his body again. He pressed his hips into her rear, holding her back against his front and nuzzling her cheek. "I have a hunger as well, my dear..." He whispered seductively. "How about I show you..."
Christine turned and batted pitifully at his chest. "Erik! Not here! We'd become occupied and they would walk in, and then they would go back to being occupied and we'd walk in, and it would be a never-ending cycle! Can't have that, can we?" She grinned up at him and just as she turned to enter the kitchen once more, she ran into Jean Claude.
Jean Claude was flushed... for various reasons... and he didn't meet Christine's eyes. "You said you were pregnant again, eh?" At Christine's nod and as she tried to catch his gaze, he moved toward the settee and sat down away from Erik. "Marie has decided to finish her cooking..." He cleared his throat. "That's exciting though, another niece or nephew."
Erik gave Jean Claude a very curious look. "So it appears the two of you have become... close." He said, reaching out and grabbing his wife to sit in his lap. "When's the wedding? It appears you already live together, after all..." He grinned rakishly then, squeezing Christine a bit closer.
Jean Claude covered his face with his hands to hide his flush. "I haven't planned a wedding. Though perhaps," Jean Claude presented his own rakish grin, "The children will finally have an aunt, as well." He stood and took Christine's hand. "Congratulations. I knew you'd have another." He patted her hand and moved back toward the kitchen. "I suppose you'll want us to watch the children tonight...?"
Christine bit her lip. "Actually, yes, but..." She paused, wondering if she could willingly give up her free night with Erik. "Um..."
Erik tilted his head, touching Christine's cheek. "Was there something you wished to do tonight, my dear?"
Christine sighed and shook her head. "I know that you are... busy, Uncle, so I won't ask you to keep the children. I just wanted to come and tell you the good news." She smiled and lifted from Erik's lap, and placed a quick kiss to Jean Claude's cheek before moving towards the room where the children were.
Erik grinned at Jean Claude. "We've become quite adept at keeping the children in the dark about what Christine and I do together. You and Marie should go enjoy yourselves." He stated, patting Jean Claude on the shoulder and following after his wife.
Jean Claude made sure they were out of sight before he joined Marie in the kitchen for a second helping.
Chapter Twenty Two