Mr. Erik Destler (A Phantom Of The Opera Phanphic)

Chapter 37

It is I, Erik. I have taken over the authoress's notes. Christina-Elizabeth does not own me.

Elyza

I lay there panting, biting my lip, wondering about what Erik could have done to me if he did not stop. I was hot, bothered, flustered. I was trembling, overcome by anxiousness and desire. "God, he is so sexy...", I whispered to myself. When I gathered enough strength, I got out of bed and removed Erik's shirt to put on a long, green, Victorian-styled dress Erik bought me for my seventeenth year. It seemed like something out of the nineteenth-century and that's why I loved it so much. I loved antiques and everything pertaining to the past. The dress must have been very expensive, but knowing Erik, he didn't care. The corset was a task in itself, but I managed. I put on the rest of the underpinnings before putting on the dress. My black hair had gotten curly and I let it hang free around my shoulders and waist.I looked at myself in the full-sized intricate mirror. I looked like a real Victorian. However, I refused to do my hair, for that would take ages. I took off my glasses and put on my grey contacts. Surely, this would make me beautiful. When I was certain I looked my best, I picked up my skirts, left the room, and walked seductively down the staircase. Erik was sitting at the piano. I approached him and wrapped my arms about his waist, which startled him. He whipped around and took my wrists in an iron grip. "Sorry", we spoke in unison. He released me... Stared at me... He cleared his throat. "Your sister is at a friend's house. Shall we go?" I nodded before biting my lip. I heard him sharply inhale. "Don't. You. Dare. Do. That." I puckered my lips and pulled him off the bench. "Make me." He smirked and licked his lips. "Okay."