Rouge: Act 2 – Scene 14

Lacey

Ihave the distinct feeling I might’ve made a mistake.

Kian somehow toes off his shoes without even stopping as he stalks closer. I scoot back and a nervous laugh escapes me, but I play it off with a smug smile.

“Why wait when I can do it all on my own? You already denied me once—”

He lunges for me and I scramble away, but he catches my ankles and yanks me to him. The move drags my dress up to my hips, leaving me naked from the waist down, and he kneels between my open thighs.

“Kian! What’re you—”

“Your safe word is ‘is tú mo rogha.’ Use it when you really want me to stop. I won’t until you use it, am I clear?”

“A ‘safe word?’ Really? I thought it was supposed to be one word, not a whole damn sentence. And why can’t it be something easy like ‘pineapple?!’”

I’ve obviously heard of safe words before, but only in the context of sex clubs and movies. I didn’t think people used them in the real world, or at least not in my real world. Garde men don’t stop if they want something. They just take.

He stops suddenly to take my hands in his calloused palms and leans over me to fill my vision. The rich smoky scent of cigars and amber fills my nostrils. His hazel eyes are intense as he looks in mine.

“This is important, Lacey. Is… tú… mo… rogha.”

I narrow my eyes, watching his sensual lips form around each word before I try my best to repeat him.

“Iss… too… mu… row-ah.”

A spark glints in his eyes and he nods. “Is tú mo rogha.”

“Iss too mu row-ah.”

The air is thick and heavy around us. I don’t know what I just said, but it definitely means more to him than “pineapple.” My heart thunders in my chest and I want to ask, but I’m afraid I’ll like the answer… and I’m not ready for that.

“Yes, tine. Is tú mo rogha.”

He’s brimming with energy and my body aches to connect with his, even after already coming once.

“Iss too mu row-ah is my safe word,” I agree. “I’ll use it when I need to.”

“Feck, you’re perfect,” he mutters before he dives between my legs, sucking on my clit and easily sinking two fingers into my wet pussy.

“Holy shit—Kian! You’re just going to—oh my God.” I seize his hair with one hand and a fistful of cashmere and feathers in the other while I try to find purchase.

I’m already primed and ready, thanks to my own fingers, and Kian wastes no time curving his up and stroking me inside while his tongue dances with my clit on the outside. As I climb to the peak I didn’t have time to fully descend, I brace myself for him stopping and denying me again.

My eyes slam shut as I concentrate on hiding my reactions so he won’t use an impending orgasm against me. But despite my best efforts, my body tenses and my breath comes in ragged pants. I tug his hair hard to direct his tongue where I need him, praying he won’t stop as I finally reach that precipice…

“Kian!”

I tumble down, down, down. My pussy pulses against his fingers as my body contracts and jolts with my orgasm. It’s intense, much better than anything I’ve ever achieved on my own, and I cling to his hair, crying out at the rush of bliss thrumming through my veins.

“Kian, oh my god. I was afraid you were going to stop again.” A light laugh rolls from me until I look down and see Kian’s eyes.

Dark need hardens his jaw and sharpens his cheeks above his scruffy five-o’clock shadow. He withdraws his fingers and crawls over me before attacking me with a kiss.

The heady taste of my arousal overwhelms me. Against my better judgment, I melt into him and wrap my arms around his neck. His tongue invades my mouth and I accept him fully, moaning into his.

We dance with tongues, bites, and nips and his hands roam over my body, softly caressing, massaging, and kneading. His long fingers untie the small bow at the top of my front-lace corset. Just that simple release pops it ajar, and he yanks both sides of the sweetheart neckline apart, spilling my breasts out of the enclosure they’d been stuffed in.

“Mm, that alone feels orgasmic.”

His low chuckle makes my pussy spasm. “I promise I’ll do better than a corset, tine.”

Once the corset is unraveled, the rest of the dress falls apart, and Kian makes quick work tugging it down my body.

The cashmere is gentle on my skin, but gentle isn’t what I need right now. I’m angry, confused, and so fucking turned on. I want Kian’s heat and the fury I caused to join with the inferno already raging in me.

“Need to feel you…” I mumble against his lips and tug his tie, loosening it. He flicks his wrist, removing it deftly, and the rest of the crimson silk drifts to the ground.

As soon as it’s gone, I attack his shirt, unbuttoning it until he rips it apart himself, popping buttons onto the ground. Once he shrugs out of it, he wraps his hand around my neck to guide me back onto the rug, where he gives me another scorching kiss.

His abdominal muscles contract and relax underneath my fingertips as he caresses down my arms. The featherlight touch is sensual and careful, but it’s still almost too much after two orgasms.

When his trail reaches my palms, he intertwines our fingers to hold my hands and my heart skips at the intimacy. When he stretches them over my head and settles his weight between my legs, his searing hot chest makes my aching nipples tingle and I arch up from the floor with a moan. He dives his tongue into my mouth, distracting me from the new pressure tightening around my wrists. I bite his lip and he growls before pulling away from our kiss. A giggle escapes me and I try to sit up with him, but something tugs me back.

My brow furrows and I look up to find his tie hooked on one of the coffee table legs and knotted around my wrists.

“Kian, what the—”

I stop midsentence and really study his expression for the first time.

While desire and a whole slew of confusing emotions drive me, it’s clear from the intense way Kian’s hungry eyes are eating up every bare inch of me that something much more primal fuels him. His gaze never leaves my body as he unzips his pants and springs free. The silver piercing at the end of his long thick cock glints in my periphery, but I’m so enraptured by his stare that I don’t look down to fully enjoy the view.

“Kian?” I hedge quietly.

It’s enough to bring him out of whatever trance has taken over him. An evil smile carves across his face as he wraps my legs around him and positions himself at my entrance. My heartbeat races when he bends down to whisper against my lips.

“You thought denial was bad, tine? Let’s try overstimulation.”

My brow tugs at the center. “Over…what—”

Kian impales me before I can finish my question and doesn’t give me any time to adjust. He pounds into me hard, in and out at a punishing speed.

“Kian!”

He sits back on his heels again and yanks me up his thighs, forcing my lower half into an angle that makes the ball of his piercing drag mercilessly across my G-spot. I moan and squirm on his brutally thick shaft until his fingers dig into my upper thighs, holding me steady as he moves.

“Kian, wait! It’s too much—”

“No, I gave you the option, Lacey,” he growls. “You could’ve had sweet, soft, and slow. You could’ve been rewarded for trusting me today. I wanted that.”

He wanted sweet?

“But your only job was to leave this pussy”—he slaps my clit and I cry out—“alone. Not only did you disobey me, you fecking flaunted your disobedience in my face. I nearly came in my pants at the sight of you stroking your glistening cunt. After that? Game fecking over. You could’ve had sweet, wife, but you chose rough when you didn’t choose me.”

He scoops his hips and the pierced tip of his cock hits a deep spot that immediately sends shivers of pleasure rushing through me.

“Oh my god!”

He switches to shallow pumps and stares at our connection with awe. “Look at us, tine, the way your cunt sucks me in. Your pretty pink pussy is red and swollen, but she’s still a greedy little slut trying to swallow my cock.”

I wish I could touch him, but his tie has no give to it, so I settle for driving my hips to meet his. When yet another orgasm comes out of nowhere, I chase the high until my muscles weaken from pleasure.

“Goddamn, Lacey,” Kian leans over me and lifts my ass as he keeps pumping. “I can feel you come on my cock. Did you know that?”

He slows his thrusts and bites my ear, sending a shock of pain shooting down my spine and goose bumps erupting on my skin. Despite the sensory overload, my pussy is so desperate to please him it tries to flutter again, but I’m totally spent.

Or at least… I thought I was.

He drives into my overworked inner muscles in long, deep strokes until another tingle of pleasure ignites. I’ve never come more than once, let alone twice. And now, four times? This is insanity.

“There it is, tine. Let me feel you come again.”

“No… Kian, I don’t think I can.” Even now, the flame flickers, but it’s weaker than the rest, like those muscles are too tired to keep up the race.

“You will.” He shifts and massages my clit with his thumb, drawing a moan from me as he slams into me again. “Today, you stole an orgasm that was meant for me. Give me one more and we’ll call it even.”

I try to shake my head, but his finger adds more pressure and he pumps into my exhausted core with long, deep strokes.

“You may be disobedient, wife, but your body answers to me.” Thrust. “My fingers, my tongue, my cock.” He punctuates each word with another plunging stroke. “You’re all mine, Lacey. Only mine. I made sure of that.”

He bites my throat and sucks so hard that the building flame explodes into a bonfire. My legs tighten involuntarily around his waist and I meet him with every pounding beat. We’re fused together in a punishing dance. My mind and heart aren’t sure how much more we can take, but my body is ready for whatever our new master thinks we can handle.

His fingers bruise my thighs and my inner muscles strain to grip him until he furiously increases his pace and I can no longer keep up. My pulse thumps in my ears and I cry out as another relentless, slow-moving wave of euphoria pours over me.

“Kian! Please!”

I don’t know what I’m begging for, but this new tsunami of pleasure is unlike anything I’ve felt before. More like a constant state of hyperarousal right on the edge of pain than an erotic dance with a beginning, middle, and end.

“Kian, please! I can’t anymore. Please!”

His thrusts slow, giving us both room to breathe. At this speed, I can feel his cock’s sleek barbell again as it grazes over my G-spot. His tan skin glistens with sweat and his chest rises and falls with his panting breaths. But he never stops. He maintains the new pace and wraps his hand around my neck while using the other to gently massage my breast. His velvet tongue brushes against the shell of my ear, giving me a full-body shiver.

“One more, tine. Just one more.”

I shake my head. “No, Kian. Please. I need… I need a break.”

He growls against my neck above where his fingers begin to squeeze, and I moan at the vibration against my skin.

“You know what to say if you really want me to stop.”

Is tú mo rogha.

It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I bite my swollen lip. Excitement and pride light up his face and my heart soars.

“There’s my tine. Give me one last one.”

“Please, Kian. I really… I really don’t think I can.” My eyelids flutter closed, even their weight too heavy to hold up.

He suddenly shifts me in his arms and captures my breast, sucking nearly half of it into his mouth and making my eyes snap open. Not neglecting the other one, he pinches and tweaks my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My sensitive peaks are on fire with sensation as his tongue and fingers flick over them, sending light stinging zings straight to my clit. His thrusts grow stronger, his piercing an added pleasure along my channel. When he ruthlessly bites my breast, I cry out, only to get cut off as he wraps his hand around my throat.

He loosens his grip for just a split second, prompting me to take a huge breath before he tightens again. As my heartbeat thumps strong underneath his fingers, my skin, muscles, core—everything—begins to pulse with it, building into blinding ecstasy. I lose my mind to the heightened awareness and my vision fades at the edges. My body bursts into flames as the fire within takes over in a conflagration of delicious euphoria and sensation.

My small moan vibrates against his fingers and Kian groans.

“Feck, Lacey. I knew you had another one in you. Come with me, my gorgeous wife. I’m almost there.”

He sits up and leans over me, his hand still wrapped tightly around my neck. It isn’t until the pressure on my hands releases that I realize he removed my binding. My arms feel like they’re floating as I try to bring them back down, and the rest of me drifts with them.

Everything dims in and out as Kian grips my hip. His eyes rove over me like a victorious warrior who’s just conquered his enemy. And he sort of has.

Pleasure rises to the surface of my skin, bubbling just underneath as if it’s ready to boil over at any moment and my face swells and pulses from his grip on my neck. He swears as he moves from my hip to massage my clit with his thumb. My eyes drift closed again and my nails dig into his forearm as my legs tremble for release.

I’m almost dreading the inevitable, like I’m about to leap from a twirling pirouette without knowing if there will be a floor to catch me.

“Fuck, this is it, baby. Come with me. One more time for your husband.”

At his command, my eyes open to witness him come. Last night, his face was dark in the dressing room. But here, in the light of day, his ecstasy is plain on his face.

His neck strains with the force of holding back and his hazel eyes burn into mine as he grits his teeth. Veins on his temples pulse with his thrusts.

But when his thumb swirls faster on my clit again, I lose all focus.

“I said, come with me, wife.”

One long, deliberate stroke ends with his piercing hitting the perfect deep spot in my channel. His hand on my throat finally lets go and I gasp to breathe.

My body detonates, racking me with waves and waves of delirious rapture. It flows through me and Kian cries out as his thrusts grow wild.

His stern features crumple as he comes. My vision blurs and all I can see is Kian’s ecstasy while I battle my own. It’s taken me prisoner, holding me captive as I fully submit until I can’t take it anymore.

“Iss too mu row-ah! Iss too mu row-ah! Please… please…” I scream out, on the verge of tears as Kian finishes his final stroke inside me, securing himself between my thighs.

Exhaustion slams into me and I can no longer hold my legs up, but he catches them and wraps me in his arms as he sits up, holding me tight against his heaving pecs. The crashing waves recede, returning my vision and hearing back to me slowly, making me realize I’m still chanting my safe word. When Kian shifts underneath me, I dig my nails into his back.

“No, iss too mu row-ah, Kian… please. No more.”

“Shh, shh, tine. You did so good for me, baby. I’ve got you. It’s over.” He strokes my back in smooth circles and rocks me gently as he whispers, “Is tú mo rogha, Lacey.”