Countess' lover

This is an extremely simple room, even the walls don't have any exquisite decorations, but black and uneven stones.If you had to find something distinctive here, it would probably be the man tied to the bed.

Margaret tied the Phantom, but it was only the arms.She used the rope from his cabinet to fasten the Phantom's arms together, and then bound them to the copper post at the head of the bed.She has always been a kind and kind lady, even if she agreed to punish her, she just tied his arms.Although Phantom doesn't think so.

When your lover is messing around with you, but you can't even touch her with your hands, that feeling of powerlessness and desire is what Phantom is feeling now.And when the Countess finally let him take off her clothes "with great mercy", Phantom regretted infinitely how she obeyed this woman at the beginning.

Fuck his obedience!Damn moving!Now he just wants to press the woman on the bottom and play badly, so that she can know how strong the ghost's learning ability is!It's a pity that he can't do it right now.

Margaret has already taken off her skirt, and she should be thankful at this time because she is wearing a simple Greek dress for tonight's masquerade, otherwise she might not be able to untie it alone with her usual clothes.She sat on Phantom's lap, her legs kneeling and spread apart.The garland in her hair had long since disappeared, so she let her hair loose as well.

Then she took off her underwear, and the two balls of snow-white flesh trembled with her movements from time to time.Phantom's eyes were almost focused there, he never knew that his control was so weak, he couldn't control his heart, even his eyes.The fiery gaze made the countess a little shy, but she pretended not to care about her position tonight and let him look at it.

She took the untucked underwear in her hand, pinched a small corner, and dangled it in front of Phantom.The light blue silk is embroidered with exquisite patterns, and when you get close, you can still smell the unique fragrance of the countess.

"Does it look good my sweetheart—"

He had absolutely no idea whether she was talking about underwear or something else, but no matter what the Countess was talking about, there was always only one answer for him.

"What kind of words can express my love for you? It's like a dying traveler in the desert discovers an oasis, and the night is followed by light. Let me go, your most loyal servant, maybe practical actions will make you feel better. You feel my answer."

Low panting, coupled with a tone that Margaret had never heard before, every note from Phantom's mouth seemed to be endowed with soul and emotion.The countess looked into his brown eyes fascinatedly, and she lay down and entangled with the phantom's body.She kissed his mask, down the bridge of his nose, to his lips, to his chest.Margaret lightly bit the little red dot on Phantom's chest, and said in a hoarse voice full of obsession, "I already knew your answer."

She whispered the tune she had heard from the Phantom earlier, "Sweeter than I thought, I couldn't help kissing you over and over again. You strong and talented ghost, you should belong Tempted by the beauty's sweetness." She saw Phantom's flushed face with a smirk, and said, "My sweetheart."

The tune is familiar, but the arrangement of the sentences is even more familiar to Phantom.Recalling the fear and hysteria at the moment when the Countess took off the mask just now, Phantom had complicated emotions in her heart.

But the Countess' singing was not over yet.She bowed her waist, removed the last restraint of the two with her small hands, and then...

"Wow—" she let out a gasp.

"What's wrong?" Phantom asked worriedly, he was really terrified of this surprised call.Is there something about him that dissatisfies her?

Margaret gave him a comforting smile, carefully placed her snow-white fingers in the middle of his back, and touched them.She continued, "It's far bigger than I thought it would be, but I can't help but look and look. Can't imagine it getting inside me, maybe I'll be torn apart?"

Bold and evocative.The naked woman was half-kneeling and standing between his legs, and her small mouth, which spit out countless red-faced words, gently touched his place.Even without any strong singing skills, the Countess' hoarse female voice coupled with her movements still made Phantom almost unable to hold back.

Phantom had to raise her head to prevent her nose from getting hot.The pleading and gentle tactics could no longer make the woman on him let him go. He silently estimated how long it would take him to remove the restraints on his hands, and commented on the countess in a mocking and indifferent tone with his eyes closed. "Your singing is far from a professional level. Compared with my last student, you seem to lack some talent."

"Your student?" The countess paused, pinching Phantom's waist with her little hand, "Who is your student?" Male or female?It can be said that Phantom's words made her very unhappy, and the good mood of molesting people disappeared all of a sudden.

The phantom was in pain, but he also stubbornly did not make a sound. When the Countess was really angry and cared, the initiative was returning to him bit by bit.He didn't mean that at first, but why did she say that she was too slow?

"The famous substitute soprano some time ago—Christine." He said the name in a low voice, and Margaret felt a tenderness inexplicably.Suspicious and jealous in women's nature, Christine is indeed beautiful and full of pure girlish style.Compared to her, a lady who has experienced too much, that girl's appearance is indeed not inferior to her.

Margaret thought carefully about Christine's singing that she had heard last time. It was indeed full of soul. Although the rendering power could not be compared with that of Phantom, it was still rare.Thinking that maybe these two people had intersected or even sang together in places she didn't know, the fit in that singing made her eyes turn red.

To be able to marry the "famous" Earl, and even to make her titular husband unable to come back, the Countess has endless cruelty in her nature.Not allowing the slightest betrayal, longing for strength.When the jealousy created by the brain rushed to the mind, this woman who had just fallen in love had changed from tenderness to aggressive and possessive.

The well-maintained but cold nails drew red marks on Phantom's skin.She bit down on the man's heart viciously, as if she wanted to leave her own mark in his heart forever.

"Christine? What a beautiful name, what a young and beautiful girl." She got up, and her chant-like tone made people feel cold for no reason.

Phantom opened her eyes and looked at her helplessly.He has never been in contact with any sexual affairs, and his words just now are like a child deliberately venting when he doesn't get what he wants, wanting to prove his popularity and ability.Well, it is true that before the Countess appeared, he loved Christine very much, and once had the idea of ​​wanting that girl to accompany him forever.But after the countess appeared, he never thought about Christine again.

"Christine?" The countess repeated the name, her chest rubbed against the phantom, her fingers pinched his chin, and the whole person exuded a combination of cold and glamorous charm.

"She's prettier than me?" The countess pinched the red spot on Phantom's chest, which didn't contain moisture, which made him really feel pain.But inexplicably, as the Countess' cool fingertips brushed over his wound, he felt a faint pleasure again.

"Can sing better than me?" She licked his earlobe, and the ambiguous red climbed up Phantom's body.Margaret tenderly let him add an extra layer of blood, and the blood stains made her lips more alluring.The phantom straightened her body uncontrollably, the cruel countess made him strange and fascinated.That kind of darkness that was completely different from his but also the same stimulated him.

Pleasure and pain are intertwined, coldness and tenderness are compatible.He longed for her, the incomparable countess, his lady.

"She likes you more than me, does she suit you more than me?"

The Countess' questioning continued.The Phantom's silence did nothing to appease her jealousy.Holding her body up again, her movements almost made Phantom's breath so short that it turned into a rough wheezing.She pointed her flower hole between his legs, holding his there with one hand.The scorching hardness rubbed against her tender skin, as if the next moment would break through the last obstacle and reach the most beautiful heaven.

"Then, the last question—" She sat down suddenly, and the tearing pain spread all over her body in an instant.But her distorted face due to pain has an invisible brilliance, very gorgeous, "Did she get you before me?"

Boundless warmth surrounded him, even though he didn't move, a wave of pleasure still hit him.However, the Countess's voice was so clear, "You are mine!" the woman declared forcefully.

As if the sun broke through the clouds, the soprano sang the most passionate melody, the sleeping buds had opened their petals, and the gorgeous and charming woman had become his lifelong belief.

The phantom finally broke free from the annoying rope, turned over and pressed the countess under her in the posture of the two connected.The mask broke away from him under his movement, and fell to the side.Half twisted, half handsome, but he didn't care about it.Phantom held the Countess's face in both hands, and kissed the delicate lips under her surprised gaze.

The lower body grinds slowly, in the forbidden area that no one has ever touched, it seems that there are countless little hands wanting to join together to stop him.The little softnesses rubbed against him, but the friction was so intoxicating that he couldn't stop it.

He frantically entangled the woman's dexterous tongue, turning her uncontrollable screams into his favorite moans.

"No one is more beautiful than you—my wife." He straightened up, his ugly face full of obsessive madness.

"No one has a more beautiful voice than yours - my wife." His fingers slid across the intersection of the two, gently rubbing her petals.It worked, and at least the Countess' apparent pain was tinged with pleasure.

"There is no one I love more than you—my lady." He dragged Margaret's legs with both hands, and slammed them hard, hoping for greater pleasure, and Phantom kissed her skin, dropping a piece of Another red mark.

Margaret groaned weakly, tears welled up at some point, and the tear stains on her white and tender face made her look beautiful and pitiful.She struggled to bite the shoulder that brought Phantom closer to blood, and her voice was firm and full of paranoia.

"You still have an answer, Eric. Swear on your blood, tell me, are you complete and only belong to me?"

This annoying banshee!

Phantom's ferocious face was full of tenderness, but she was gnashing her teeth, even a little angry.But he just didn't want to hurt her.

"Belongs to you! My singing is only for you, and my soul is flying only for you. All other women have nothing to do with me, only you!"

His strong arms embraced her and rubbed her into his body.At the same time, he penetrated her vigorously, and intersected with her as if they were one.

"Only you, you will be entangled with me in this life, and you will never escape from me in this life."

"And Christine?" asked the countess.

"She has never seen my face, and she will never hear my voice again."

All right.The Countess was finally satisfied, her body moved with his movements, until the ultimate happiness occupied her all.She said the simplest words to Phantom, "I love you, Eric."

And what about Phantom's answer?He has given her everything, hasn't he?