Because I'm a filthy person who felt like our fandom needed a MonRosalee pegging fic...

Sorry/You're welcome.

"Okay, I know we've gotten to the point where we aren't judgemental of each other's kinks, but I feel like this one may be pushing it..." Monroe's face paled as Rosalee spoke. What did she have in mind? Strangling her? Cutting her? They hadn't really touched on S&M, as it worried him. He didn't want to hurt her; he still felt weird about spanking her, even when she would beg him to hit harder, please, she could take it.

"Does it involve me hurting you?" He asked quietly, not quite able to look her in the eye.

"Oh, God, no!" she reassured him. "Well, it may hurt a little..."

"Okay, well, is it weirder than the time you wanted to do the Rocky Horror role play?"

"Hey, you looked really hot in a corset and fishnets!"

"I did feel quite pretty..." he joked. "But seriously, out with it." Rosalee took a deep breath. He still looked nervous.

"Have you ever done it... ummm, backdoor? Given or received?"

"No. That was the one thing Angelina wouldn't do. And if Angelina wouldn't do it, I figured nobody else I dated would..."

"But you want to?"

"It's tempting... When I'm behind you and you're right there and it could be so easy to accidentally take it..." He stopped, looking embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that... or at least, not in that manner..." She stopped him with a finger on his lips.

"No, it's fine. I want to give you all of me. I don't want there to be a part of me anyone could touch that you haven't. And, likewise, I don't want there to be a part of you I haven't laid claim to as well... Ever since our Rocky Horror adventure, I've wanted nothing more than to make you my bitch, bending you over and fucking you like you fuck me." Monroe's face was unreadable for once.

"You want to try pegging? And you're offering me yours in exchange for mine?" She nodded. She admitted it, may as well own it. "Wow..." He smiled slightly. "I don't know what to say... But I like your thought process... okay, I agree to your terms. My ass for yours." Rosalee smiled and threw her arms around him.

"Thank you!"

"Anything for you," he whispered into her hair before he kissed her deeply

XxXxX

Since it was Rosalee's fantasy, Monroe agreed to give his up first. They researched together, both serious (such as how to prepare to do this without making a mess) and more sensual (a few attempts at watching pornographic videos of pegging resulted in them getting hot and bothered and fucking right in front of the computer). They ordered a harness, dildo (Rosalee wanted something smaller than Mr. Right for the first time, worrying that it would hurt Monroe too much), and a few other items online, and the day it arrives, Rosalee all but bounces into the house, throwing her arms around Monroe's neck in her excitement. She kisses him deeply as they sit together to open the box.

"So, how do you want to do this?" Rosalee asks her lover. "I know I said I wanted..."

"And what you wanted is what you'll get, my love," Monroe reassures her, gently stroking her cheek. A look of horror crosses Rosalee's face.

"I know, but..."

"If I change my mind, I'll let you know. But I was kind of envisioning you dominating me. Call me names, order me around, make me call you Mistress, smack me up a bit, like that..."

"But you don't call me names or anything..." He shrugs.

"If you want to be a dirty, filthy slut in the future, I can oblige you. Just let me know. I just... I'm worried about bringing up bad memories..." She stops him with a kiss. They part, she looks into his eyes, and kisses him again.

"It will be different with you. It will always be different with you," she whispers as she pulls back, lips still gently brushing his. "It's different because I trust you, because I know you love me for who I am outside the bedroom." He smiles and rubs his nose against her cheek.

"Well, what's our safe word?"

"Quinoa." Monroe nods.

"So how do you want to start?" he asks.

"Hmm... You, naked, glasses, bow tie."

"Okay, I'm going to need some time to get ready though..."

"And maybe a little wine?"

"Yeah, a little wine would be nice..." While Monroe looked relaxed and cool, Rosalee could smell his stress building. She stands to retrieve some wine glasses, and he catches her from behind, pulling her onto his lap, running his hands over her shirt.

"Okay. I'll get the wine and myself ready, you take care of you, okay?" Monroe kisses her cheek and lets her up.

Rosalee comes up to their room a little while later with glasses of wine and finds him laying on top of a towel on their bed, as requested, naked save his glasses and a bow tie. She hands him a glass before disappearing into the bathroom. She reappears some time later wearing her red corset, black silk gloves, and chunky black heels. His wine is already gone. She pulls him to his feet by the bow tie and into a kiss. She feels his hands settle on her breasts, and she slaps them away.

"No. Not yet." He looks ashamed of himself.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. It won't happen again."

"No, it will happen again, but only when I say so. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress." Their research suggested that they start with some normal foreplay, gradually moving lower; once there, start small and work up to the dildo.

"Get back on the bed." Rosalee orders.

"Yes, Mistress," he says quietly as he complies. Rosalee puts a hand on his cheek. She then slaps him gently.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Should I do it again?"

"Yes, Mistress! But harder, please. I can take it." Rosalee slaps him again, and his hands move to his manhood.

"Another?"

"Yes, Mistress, please!" Rosalee slaps him again before putting her hand to his forehead and shoving him backwards.

"On your back, like the whore you are." He adjusts himself as she climbs over him, running her gloved hand up his leg. He's considerably excited already. She allows her fingers to drift over his growing erection.

"Now, what can you do for me this evening?"

"Mistress may do with me as she pleases."

"Excellent answer. I think I would like to start with some nice fucking... however, I don't think my pussy is wet enough. How could we get my pussy wet enough for a nice fuck?"

"Would Mistress like me to lick her?" Rosalee smiled.

"I think that would please me greatly. But I'm trying to decide if you deserve a sixty-nine or not..." She slapped his cheek again. "Do you think you've been a good boy?"

"I think so..." Rosalee nods.

"I think you have... but the moment you displease me, I stop. Clear?"

"Yes, Mistress." Rosalee climbs over him facing his erection. She feels his warm breath on her thighs; he gently kisses her skin before his tongue runs along her slit. She reciprocates by running her tongue along his shaft before taking him into her mouth. He licks her greedily, holding her legs open; Rosalee can't focus and releases him, pushing back on him. She feels the warm pressure building as her skin gets hot. Monroe says something against her pussy lips; she can't understand him, but the vibrations feel so good. She lifts herself off him slightly.

"What did you say?"

"I asked if Mistress was ready for an orgasm or if she wished to wait." Rosalee nodded.

"Do you think I am sufficiently wet?" Monroe slid a pair of fingers into her pussy; she was soaking.

"I think so, Mistress." She slid off him and turned to face him. The voice in the back of her mind reminded her that this was still foreplay. Don't let him come.

"My Mistress's pleasure is all that matters," he said, seeming to read her thoughts. Rosalee nodded again before sliding onto his erection. She ran her gloved fingers along his chest before pinching one of his nipples. He growled and grabbed her ass, thrusting harder.

"No!" She reprimanded him with a slap. "Bad!" He growled again quietly, and she slapped him again. "BAD! If you get too excited, Mistress will stop this whole thing! Do you want me to do that?"

"No, Mistress." Rosalee began to move on him again as his hands found her clit; it didn't take very long for him to push her over the edge, and she collapsed onto him as the waves of pleasure overtook her.

"Is my Mistress pleased?" Monroe asked as she regained her senses.

"Yes," she panted, pulling herself off him. "And now your Mistress wishes to please you as well."

"Thank you, Mistress." Rosalee gets off the bed and stands to put on the harness. She sees him watching her, so she makes a bit of a show out of pulling the straps up her legs and pulling them tight. She feels silly, in her red corset with no underwear and a black harness with a small black dildo protruding, but the look of pure, unadulterated lust on Monroe's face as he strokes himself is enough to quiet her fears. The other end of the dildo curves up and she slides it into her pussy. She walks back over to the bed, stroking the dildo as if masturbating. It feels strange, but she likes the sensation it creates deep inside her. He sits up and appears to be waiting for instructions, eying her hands moving along the fake cock. She moves a little closer, and slaps his cheek.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." He obeys, his cheeks reddening from the repeated slaps. She hits his tongue with the tip like she's seen in porn movies, slapping him with her cock.

"Suck my dick, bitch." She growls the order, and he looks up at her submissively. He runs his tongue along the dildo, then takes the tip into his mouth. All the while, he looks like a sad puppy; she doesn't know whether she wants to cuddle him or violate him mercilessly... Well, he's expecting the latter, at any rate. She can cuddle him afterward. She has this weird feeling she can't quite place watching him suck her off...

"Take it all, you slut," she hisses as she shoves the fake cock into his mouth. He gags a little before adjusting himself; he's a good sport about it. There's something very sexy about seeing her alpha male Blutbad with his lips tight around the little black cock. He starts enthusiastically stroking and sucking, and Rosalee recognizes her own blowjob technique; she loves sucking him off so much, it seems natural he should be able to replicate it. She curses the fact that she can't feel it; she's always wondered what he felt when she went down on him... But at least she could get an idea of what she looks like. She runs her fingers through his hair, grabbing a small handful. He hums around the dildo, and the sound electrifies her.

"Oh, yeah, suck me good, you whore." His glasses start to slide down his nose, and he pushes them back up. Rosalee feels a burning need to have him fill her again, but she resists, reminding herself that she's going to be filling him this time.

"On your knees." He complies, and she gives his ass a slap before reaching for the lube and a rubber glove. Rosalee slides it over the silk glove and squeezes a generous amount of the lubricant onto her fingers. She rubs his ass with both hands as he leans forward on his elbows. Rosalee takes a breath and breaks character.

"I'm going to try a finger, are you ready?" He shoots a look back at her before answering.

"Yes, Mistress..." Rosalee gently inserts a finger into him, feeling his muscles contract around her; it's an odd sensation, but she feels like he's pulling her in. She keeps going forward until she pokes something that causes him to gasp. That must be the prostate. She cautiously strokes it and he lets out a low moan.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck..."

"Do you want more?"

"Oh God, yes, Mistress. Yes, please, more of that." She continues to stroke him and he buries his face in the sheets to stifle a much louder vocalization. She grabs the back of his bow tie and pulls him up as she strokes within him. He turns and she catches him in a kiss. He groans into her mouth, and Rosalee reaches her silky glove between his legs and starts to stroke his cock. After a few minutes of this, she slips another finger in. He moans again.

"Oh, YEAH! Yeah! I like that!" Rosalee smiles and continues to pet him from within.

"Is the little bitch ready to bury the bone?" she asked as she nips his neck. He nods. He's starting to sweat, and his face is getting red. Time to see how he deals with a dildo. Rosalee removes the rubber glove. She then puts a condom on the dildo, makes sure it's sufficiently lubed, and then positions herself between Monroe's legs. She pokes the tip at his entrance. He nods, and she begins to push in slowly. Two thrusts forward, one thrust back. He growls, but he doesn't let himself tense up. Soon, the dildo is buried within him, and she stills her movements, allowing his body to adjust to the intrusion. She looks over the man she loves, bent forward, his tight, toned ass in the air, filled with black cock. His own cock, heavy with blood from his erection, sweeps the sheets.

"Come on, take it," she grunts as she rubs his ass, slowly beginning to move. It's a strange sensation, but not unpleasant.

"Yes, Mistress," he says quietly, grasping the sheets in front of him. He feels like his skin is on fire as he fully submits to her. The Alpha inside him was fighting against being dominated, wanting instead to wrestle her off him and take her, hold her down and make her submit instead. She must have sensed his inner conflict, as she stills her movements again, gently rubbing his back, breaking character again as she does so.

"Are you sure you're still okay, honey? We can stop..."

"No," he croaks out. "No, Mistress, please continue. Do with me what you will. That is why we have a safe word, Mistress."

"Okay." She begins to move again, and Monroe can't keep from moaning loudly.

"Oh, yes, Mistress!" This is weird, but he really enjoys it. Rosalee starts moving faster, and her fingers entwine in his hair, pulling his head up and back. She leans forward to nip at his earlobe.

"Tell me you like it!" she growls in his ear. Rosalee could get used to ordering him around like this.

"Yes, Mistress! Oh yes, I love it!"

"Tell me you're glad I'm fucking you in the ass!"

"So glad, Mistress! I'm a very lucky man! Ah! Oh, GOD!"

"You sure are talking a hell of a lot for a slave," she mutters. It's true; usually she's the loud one.

"I'm sorry, Mistress, I'll be quiet..." She slaps his ass again.

"No, you don't have to; it was just an observation..."

"I solely exist for my Mistress's... oh God... my Mistress's pleasure. Anything she bestows upon me is a gift that I... I must work to deserve!" He buries his face in the bed; his hands become claws for a moment, and Rosalee is pretty sure he ripped the sheets.

"Did you just rip our sheets?" she asked him, stilling her moments. Monroe lifts his head and she hears him mutter,

"Shit." She slaps his ass again before pulling out.

"Bad boy! Turn around and face me!" He complies, and Rosalee slaps his cheek again. "Bad! If you can't control yourself, I'm going to have to stop. Is that what you want?"

"No, Mistress..." Monroe looks genuinely upset by what he had done... God, he was such a good sport, she can't just put the kibosh on this experience without giving him an orgasm...

"Okay, no more of you facing away from me. I wanna see your pretty face while I'm fucking you." She laid down on the bed and beckoned him to climb over her. "Now ride me like I ride you." He climbs over her and she reaches up to help him steady himself. He slowly lowers himself on the dildo, trying to keep most of his weight off the woman he loves. Her silky gloved hands pull at his cock as he moves up and down, slowly at first, then more frantically, as he feels a burning deep within him. "Whoa, slow down there!" Monroe does as he's told, squirming to try to get the curve of the phallus to rub the right spot.

"Yes, Mistress," he mutters as she holds his hips still.

"We're going to see if you like the Jackhammer as much as I do," Rosalee says before thrusting as hard and as fast as she could into his ass. Monroe can't keep his groan of pleasure contained as he falls forward, clutching the railing of the bed, trying not to collapse directly onto Rosalee. "Tell me how much you like it!" Rosalee's voice cuts through the other noises, the creaking bed and her lover's moans. His face is a deep shade of red, eyes closed, and he's sweating profusely, but smiling.

"I like it, Mistress! I like it a... Oh, God! ...I like it so much!" Rosalee finally realizes what that strange feeling is pulsing through her pleasure: she feels powerful. She is a Goddess of Sex bestowing pleasure upon this mere mortal, and he is enjoying it. Rosalee smiles as she slows herself.

"Do you want more?" He nods. Rosalee doesn't like that. She wants to hear him say it. "No, what do we say? Do you want more?"

"Yes! Yes, Mistress!"

"Good. Now you fuck me like a good little cowboy while I touch your cock."

"Yes, Mistress." Rosalee takes Monroe's cock in her hands, stroking as he bounced up and down on his knees, throwing his head back.

"Moan. Moan for me. Tell me how you feel."

"Oh, Mistress... this feels so good!" he pants, and Rosalee knows he isn't just saying that. She can't get over how sexy it is, watching him bounce on her while she touches him... But his rhythm is starting to get erratic.

"Are you close?" she asks him. He nods, and Rosalee makes him still his movements. "Get off me and on your back." He pulls off her before helping her sit up. He rolls over onto his back as commanded, and Rosalee encourages him to grab his ankles and open his ass up to her. She enters him again and he whimpers a little. "Good," she growls, "Touch yourself while I fuck your sweet little ass. And don't come until I give you permission. Understood?" He nods again as she enters him once more, looking into his eyes. He moans as he starts to stroke his cock with her pumping inside him. It's a sexy sight, him manhandling himself, red-faced, as the dildo again disappears and reappears from his ass. Rosalee gently strokes his testicles with her silky gloves. He is still moaning, pulling hard at his cock.

"Oh, Rosalee... I mean, Mistress, may I come? Please?" He reaches for her breasts with his free hand, but she slaps it away.

"Ask me again in a few minutes," comes the response as she rubs his inner thighs with whisper-soft touches, causing his toes to curl. She then reaches up and squeezes his nipples gently, causing him to cry out again. He pants hard, forcing himself to say the words.

"Please may I come? Oh God! Please?" She thrusts into him a few more times before she answers. She want to remember this moment, him writhing under her, begging for release. She likes this. A lot. She grabs his free hand and places it on her breast. He squeezes it, desperately trying to stave off his orgasm if she won't allow him release.

"You may come, but only if you say my name. Say it!" she demanded hotly.

"Rosalee! Oh God, Rosalee! FUCK! Rosalee! Fuuuuuuuck!" She grasps his testicles as he spasms under her, howling like a man in pain. He comes hard, and small, sticky white pools appear on his chest and his hand. "Oh God... Rosalee... Fuck..." he gasps violently, head falling back on the bed. She pulls out, pulling the condom off the dildo and throwing it in the trash can. She crawls over him, gently licking up his cum as he pants. One hand reaches up and rubs her back as she licks his cock clean. When she is satisfied he is spotless, she leans onto his chest. He is still breathing heavily as he holds her close..

"Do you want to talk?" she asks quietly as she runs her fingers across the skin of his chest. He opens his mouth, closes it, shakes his head, and kisses her lips desperately. She curls up into his side like his missing piece as he deepens the kiss. They part, and he reaches down to stroke the fake phallus still protruding. His fingers then wanders to a detail he hadn't noticed before.

"What's this hole for?" he asks quietly. She smiles, leaning in close.

"It's a unisex harness. And that brings us to the next item on my wishlist..." He laughs as she cuddles closer to him, kissing his cheek.

"Your wish is my command, Mistress..."