Chapter 93
It started in the living room. I straddled Monroe on the couch, his hands cupping my bottom, pulling me in close. Feelings for Nick permeated down to my core, but I thrust them out. Loving them both was one thing, but separating was necessary when I was with one of them. Thinking of one while I was with the other wasn't fair. No... Until I made a choice it had to remain separate. I reached for Monroe's hair again, my fingers digging in as I worked on my thoughts.
"You're getting a little aggressive there," he breathed out. "Not that I mind it, but it's kinda unlike you."
I paused briefly. "I'm just…" The mental filing cabinets were empty.
"Just…?" Monroe followed while squeezing my bottom. "Horny?"
I bobbed my head. "Less talking, more this." I went back to his mouth while my hands continued to grip his wild, curly locks.
Somewhere in the midst of kissing and gripping, clothes became fewer and further between, piling up on the floor behind us.
"Bedroom," Monroe grunted, and in an effortless motion, he stood, carrying me in his arms as he moved across the living room.
As we crashed onto the bed, Monroe pounced on top of me, kissing down my chest, lingering on my breasts as I blindly fumbled my hand across my dresser.
He paused, glancing over at what I was searching for. "What are you doing?" he asked curiously.
"I need music," I replied, gripping the stereo remote and pressing a series of buttons until Donna Summer sang out.
"Lookin' for some hot stuff baby this evenin'.
I need some hot stuff baby tonight…"
Monroe lifted his head "We're doing this to disco?" he practically whined out.
"Okay, maybe this will be more to your speed." I skimmed my thumb across the buttons as I kissed him.
"You do something to me,
Something that simply mystifies me.
Tell me, why should it be,
You have the power to hypnotize me?"
"Cole Porter, really? Do I look that old?"
I grinned at him. "Look? No…"
"Not funny," he replied. "What else you got?"
I eyed him, sliding my free hand down his chest. "Can you handle something… different?"
Monroe squinted a bit. "Is it rap?"
"More like an infusion of techno and synthesizers." He made a sour face, but it quickly faded when I moved my hand down further. "Try it for me?"
"Well, when you put it that way…"
"Good." My thumb hit a few more buttons as the low, rhythmic notes of Depeche Mode's 'Corrupt' began.
I dropped the remote, letting the beat take me over. Monroe kissed me deeply as his tongue tangled with mine.
"I could corrupt you in a heartbeat.
You think you're so special.
Think you're so sweet…"
The heat rushed back through my body as the music continued. His teeth nipped lightly at my bottom lip between kisses, and I practically quivered.
"What are you trying?
Don't even tempt me.
Soon you'll be crying,
And wishing you dreamt me…"
"This song is kinda… umm…" The red was intense in his eyes, dark and sinister, but then something else, too, like when the rope had come out.
"Sexy?" I breathed out and kissed down his neck as he loomed over me, a low growl forming. The music was doing what I'd hoped it would. The Blutbad needed to come out tonight.
"Well, it's… it's something all right."
"You'd be calling out my name,
When you need someone to blame…"
"Just let the words take over, Monroe," I coaxed, pulling his head back down and kissing him again while I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I could corrupt you.
It would be easy.
Watching you suffer.
Girl, it would please me…"
He pulled my hands away from his neck, gliding them up over my head as his fingers tightened around my wrists. I moaned around his mouth, his kiss almost searing hot. When he was forceful like this it was intoxicating, like a drug. It was a high I never wanted to come down from. His touch cured me of any other thoughts. Right now it was just him and me.
"But I wouldn't touch you,
With my little finger.
I know it would crush you.
My memory would linger..."
Monroe let go of my lips, still tingling from the heat. I tipped my head back to look up at his face; the devilish grin danced under his beard while the fire in his eyes had my sex pulsing madly.
"What are you trying to insinuate with this song exactly?" he asked, near panting as he held me tighter on the bed, sliding my arms up a bit more.
"What do you think?" I replied coyly as I bit my lip. "What are the lyrics saying, Monroe?"
He shook his head, eyes glinting at me. "They're saying a helluva lot."
"Then go with it," I simply replied.
"You'd be crying out in pain,
Begging me to play my games…"
His mouth hungrily descended on my breasts, tongue and teeth alternating on each nipple as I arched up in reply. Oh, he was going with it, and I was in ecstasy.
"Keep your arms over your head," he grunted as he let go. "Don't you dare move them."
My breath quickened and I nodded silently while he watched. I laced my fingers together, holding them tight.
A smirk formed on his lips. "Good girl." He ran the flat of his tongue between my breasts, drawing a line up to my neck while his hand moved between my thighs, thumb making contact.
My hips reactively rocked against him while my fingers tightly knotted together, forcing myself to keep my hands still. "Oh, fu…" I couldn't even get the word out as I gasped.
"Not easy is it?" he growled in response. "You're doing well though." His mouth met my neck, pressing against my pulse with his tongue. "Let's see if I can make that heart pound even faster," he taunted as he stroked his thumb more rapidly.
My back arched reactively, easily jolting my heartbeat up two-fold. I sucked in a sharp breath, twisting the sheets in my hands.
His tongue pressed into my neck again as he continued. "There we go, now it's pumping," he said against my throat. "Tell me you want more."
"I…" I tried to swallow to speak. "I want more."
"Good."
"I could corrupt you.
It would be ugly.
They could sedate you,
But what good would drugs be?"
Dizziness took over as Monroe's two fingers teasingly dipped in while his thumb kept moving.
"You're so wet," he said. "So fucking wet." His lips and tongue traced over my neck. I was gonna pass out if he kept up. "Breathe, Renée," Monroe encouraged as his thumb stopped. "Don't forget to breathe."
I let out the breath I'd been holding. "Holy hell," I managed to say as he added his thumb back. His tongue teased my throat as he circled it rhythmically in time with the music. His teeth replaced his tongue, grazing my neck. I cried out something unintelligible, reaching for the pillow above me, and gripping it tightly to keep from moving. "Can I please… use my hands?" I begged. All I wanted to do was drag him down on top of me.
Monroe clicked his tongue. "Can you?" he asked with a smirk.
Was I getting grammatically reprimanded? Holy hell…
"May I…" I breathed out, "…use my hands?" I corrected.
"No, you may not," he promptly replied. "But you can spread your legs." I slid my legs wider apart, and he added a third finger. I moaned out as he pressed in deep. "Good." Monroe kissed my neck softly. "I like that. Now don't move them."
"But I wouldn't touch you.
Put my hands on your hips.
It would be too much to,
Place my lips on your lips…"
"Do whatever you want to me," I moaned again, craning my neck further. "Just don't tease me anymore." Guilt was taking over, and if he wanted to bite me then he could tonight. Right now I'd do whatever he asked.
He sucked in his breath. "Don't say that," he growled against my neck "You can't say those kinda things to me."
I looked up at him. "But I want you to."
He stopped briefly, smoldering, red eyes capturing mine as his woge pressed against his skin. "You don't know what you're asking for."
"Does that mean something for Blutbaden, too?"
"No, it just means something to me, and it's not..." He paused, backing away slowly and removing his hand. "Maybe we oughta just stop tonight."
"Fine. I won't say it, but don't stop." His intensity was what I needed. Being absorbed completely with him tonight would remove all this guilt. "Please?"
He hovered over me, both hands pressed firmly into the mattress. "Probably not a good idea to continue," he replied, seeming deflated.
"You'd be calling out my name.
Begging me to play my games…"
"Monroe, don't leave me hanging." My eyes remained locked with his. "Please, tell me what you want me to do."
He growled as his eyes ignited like fire at my words, but he bit back his reply.
"Isn't this what you want?" I asked as the song ended.
"Well, yeah," he replied matter-of-factly. "But, man, that song, and you saying that, and…" he trailed off again, confliction etched on his face.
"We aren't stopping." I broke the rules and reached for his arms, leaning up to kiss him. "I need you tonight."
As we continued to kiss, I rolled him over, taking control. He tried to sit up, but I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. If he wouldn't take over then I would. Monroe and I had run through many positions, but oddly enough I'd never been on top. I'd always allowed him to assume that role, but tonight I'd just have to take over. Stopping wasn't an option. I picked up my remote, pressing buttons until Christina Aguilera's 'Not Myself Tonight' blared through the speakers. I'd just control the music, too.
"You know tonight,
I'm feeling a little out of control.
Is this me?
You wanna get crazy?
'Cause I don't give a…"
I leaned over him while pinning his arms over his head. "If you won't, then I'm gonna do whatever I want."
"Oh, really?" He jerked a smile. "You think you can dominate?" A mocking grin formed on his lips as he looked up at me.
My surge of reckless force took hold, and I squeezed his forearms. "You gonna stop me?"
I kissed him hard before he could retort. He tried to reach for me, but I held his arms firm. Surprisingly it was working, or at least he was letting me think so. The latter was probably more accurate.
"I'm out of character.
I'm in rare form.
If you really knew me,
You'd know it's not the norm…"
Leaning down, I kissed across his chest and up to his neck. I nibbled lightly on his ear as I said, "I have no problem biting. Can you handle that?"
He grunted then replied, "You better be ready for what comes next then."
"I'll take my chances," I responded as my teeth hit his neck.
"'Cause I'm doing things that I normally won't do.
The old me's gone.
I feel brand new.
And if you don't like it, fuck you…"
Biting wasn't my forte, and honestly it felt awkward. Nibbling was fine and dandy, but to show him I meant what I'd said, I couldn't hold back. So I bit harder than usual. The response was unlike what I'd expected as he growled thunderously, his length hardening against me. As soon as I ran my tongue across where I'd bitten, his hips thrust up while he tried to jerk away from my grasp. I pushed hard against my own reckless woge, cementing his arms down on the mattress.
"I'm not myself tonight.
Tonight I'm not the same girl..."
Christina repeated the lyrics over and over. I pivoted my hips and maneuvered him inside me as he let out a low groan. I moved slow and steady. Oh my, I missed being on top and this was new for us. New was good.
"You're definitely not the same girl," Monroe grunted, quoting the song. "But I kinda like this version."
"You ain't seen nothing yet," I replied.
As I moved faster I let his arms go. "Now you keep your arms up there," I ordered. Leaning back, I planted my hands on his thighs, arching my spine to feel each thrust until I was nearly out of breath.
Monroe's hands moved across my stomach then slid up my breasts, pinching my hardened nipples as waves of warmth crashed over me.
"Hey, I said keep your arms up," I moaned out. "You're cheating."
"Come on, Renée. You know I don't play fair," he taunted.
I was too high on him to object. As the music ended, my first orgasm rolled forth. I pressed my hips down hard as I cried out, taking him in deeper. He groaned along with my release, teasing my nipples as I tightened my grip on his thighs, making it last as long as possible.
"Damn, you feel so good," Monroe managed to say as my head rolled back. I nearly collapsed against him but my woge wouldn't allow it to be over just yet.
Monroe attempted to pull me down, but another reckless surge took over. Reaching for my remote, and with a flick of my wrist, Willa Ford began to sing.
"I wanna be bad.
You make bad look so good.
I got things on my mind,
I never thought I would..."
"Stay," I said in a commanding tone as I looked into his eyes.
"Don't start that." He reached for my arms, but I moved before he could take hold.
"I said stay," I repeated with a smirk, rocking back as I slid him out then thrust back down, leaning forward. My tongue met his chest and I kissed upward, squeezing his sex deep inside me, pulsing as I tightened around him.
"I- I wanna be bad.
You make bad feel so good.
I'm losing all my cool.
I'm about to break the rules.
I-I wanna be bad…"
"Fuck," he breathed out. "You keep that up and this is ride is gonna be over quick."
"I'm not ready to be done with you yet," I replied, stopping briefly to capture his gaze. "Rein it in and don't disappoint me."
"Yes, Ma'am," he almost chuckled his reply.
My mouth resumed back to his chest, nipping lightly at one of his nipples. I moved up to his neck as the scruff of his beard raked against my lips. I nipped a bit more and he bucked against me, emitting another growl. His arms wrapped around my back, attempting to roll me again, but I locked my legs, keeping him under me. I nipped a bit harder as another growl came out.
"You gotta stop that." His voice was ragged and husky. "I can't hold back."
"Then don't," my woge replied matter-of-factly.
"What's up?
Tell me what to do, how to be, teach me,
All your rules from A to Z…"
I rocked against his sex, trailing my mouth up to his lips as his grip on me tightened. His woge was boiling under the surface as he fought with himself.
I gripped his shoulders until he let go of me. Rearing back, I pinned his arms again. Tufts of hair sprouted, but he forced it in as the skin settled.
"Let it out," I coaxed, drawing back my hips and then thrusting down hard once more.
"Not… tonight," he rasped.
My thighs clenched as I moved more swiftly. The next orgasm built up inside me, and I released his arms to remain upright, shutting my eyes tightly. Monroe's hands relished in their release and gripped me as he controlled my rhythm. The world spun as I came undone. I cried out, my head light and airy as the music ended. I almost howled in spite of myself.
As soon as I opened my eyes, all at once Monroe took over, flipping me over to my stomach.
Leaning against my back, his throaty breath whispered into my ear, "Seems you let your guard down."
"That was a bit underhanded," I managed to reply as I surrendered and let him take over. Not that I minded, because I could barely keep conscious.
"Haven't you learned anything?" The question was obviously rhetorical as his devilish grin came out in his voice.
Before I could retort, he grasped my hips, lifting me up and plunging back in deep as he growled. Torrents of heat pulsed within me as I almost slid forward on the bed. Monroe guided my body back into position, rocking his hips as he buried himself inside me. With rapid succession, another surge hit me, and I managed to regain my stance.
His hands wrapped around my hair while he thrust in harder. "My turn to dominate." A dark tone lurked in his voice. "And no more rap music," he added insistently as he whacked my bottom once with my… remote? The black remote flew past me and landed on the carpet.
"Yes, Sir," I replied quickly as the sting lingered a bit. Holy fuck, now he was smacking my behind? Maybe he'd used whips before, too. Perhaps he really had a dungeon after all.
"That's better." While his chest pressed down against my back, he kissed my shoulder, adding a few gentle nips. "Tell me that you wanna please me."
My breath caught up in my throat. Really? Seriously?
"Tell me," he repeated, "It's not wise to make me ask twice."
"I wanna please you." I forced out the words, my voice taking on a sexy, submissive lilt. If I was gonna play his game, I'd go all the way.
"Good girl." He growled deeply at my words. "You're pleasing me well," he murmured, dragging his tongue over my shoulder. Tilting my head to the side by my hair like it was his own personal leash, he drew his tongue along my neck. "So very well…" he whispered once he reached my ear. With a quick yank, he pulled my hair taut, craning my neck back. "Now what am I gonna do with you?"
"Anything," my woge chimed in. "Do whatever you want to me, Monroe."
He growled as the vibrations rolled down through my core. "You keep saying that and I will." His voice was all deep and thick like black tar as he slid out of me, rubbing his length against my bottom. "But if I do, then it's gonna hurt…Long and agonizing," he sneered, gripping me tighter. "I can dole out pain in ways you'd never be able to fathom in that sweet, little head of yours."
He paused as he let the words sink in, and boy were they sinking like the Titanic. Hurt? Pain? My head swirled with outrageous, demented thoughts. Fuck, fuck, fuck… This was beyond Mr. Wolf. Who the fuck was he?
He bent down, hot breath in my ear. "You want corruption?" he growled. "That word doesn't even begin to describe all the amoral things I want to do to you right now, and lemme tell ya, it'll take longer than three days for you to heal after I'm done." A finger slid between the cheeks of my bottom with the edge of a sharp claw resting where no man had gone before. "I can be endlessly rapacious, Renée."
A small whimper escaped me as I jerked reactively. He wouldn't, would he? I couldn't breathe as every muscle in my body tensed, frozen in place while he kept a firm grasp on my hair and his claw positioned... there. I was gonna pass out. I was gonna faint, and he was gonna… Oh, God.
"So tell me," Monroe, or whoever the fuck he was tonight, continued. "You want me to do whatever I want to you? Just say the words and we'll begin."
My mouth opened to speak, but I couldn't form even a syllable. Momentous waves of fear pulverized me to the breaking point.
He let out a snort. "That's what I thought." He released my hair, brushing it off to the side as he sat back up and the claw vanished. "Now breathe before you fall over."
As if his words were what I needed, I sucked in a hard breath, almost coughing as my head dipped forward. I leaned down on my forearms, near dizzy. What the fuck!? Was he trying to scare the shit out me? Well, if he was, then it worked.
His fingers traced gently up and down my spine as I found my way back to baseline. "That fear you're feeling… Pouring off you, filling your bedroom… Remember that feeling before you offer yourself again." He rubbed my back soothingly as hot tears stung behind my eyes, but I fought against them. My woge dared me to cry. "Those were just words. I didn't even physically do anything, and you're reacting like this. You can't handle me doing whatever I want. Am I clear?"
My body shook, but I tried to still myself. "Crystal." The previous guilt was completely gone now.
Once my breathing regulated, Monroe placed his hands on my sides, hoisting me back up on my hands and knees.
"We're still… going?" I rasped out. Was he nuts?
"Yeah," he replied uncouthly as he rammed back inside me. "I'm not done with you yet."
I yelped in spite of myself at his powerful thrust. My woge was completely enflamed at his demeanor. Really? This was how we were playing? All at once Monroe increased his speed. Keeping up with him was proving more difficult as I gripped the sheets. He pulled me in close to him, doing most of the work.
Suddenly he wrenched me upward, never losing his pace. I gasped as his sweaty chest pressed against my spine, his growls rumbling through me. My head tipped back while his large hands cupped my breasts, his fingers plucking at my nipples until I could barely breathe as I fought against the pleasure. After what he'd said I didn't want to enjoy this.
One hand twisted back in my hair, exposing my neck as his other banded around me, gyrating my hips up and down along his thickness, filling me completely. His mouth burned against my neck, panting in hot bursts of heat as he hovered, then he nipped lightly in a line up to my ear.
"Wrap your arms around my neck," he told me.
"No," I replied defiantly.
"Hold on to me, Renée," Monroe ordered. "And don't let go."
Grudgingly, I did as he asked. Sliding my arms up, I laced my fingers together behind his neck and braced against him. His hand slid slowly down my stomach as my breath quickened.
My mind tried to hold back, but my body became acquiescent to his touch. His fingers dipped south between my legs, thrusting faster as he went. The combination did me in and I clenched against him.
"Give in," he coaxed. "All the way."
"Mon…roe…" His name staggered out of me. "St…op…" My mind attempted to deny the waves of pleasure, but instincts overshadowed its refusal. Helpless against every rampant hormone in my body igniting, I submitted completely. My vision blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors as I struggled to cling to his neck while he continued with his fingers.
"Hold on," Monroe said as I cried out in rapture for what seemed like forever.
Finally I slumped forward, my hands slipping off him as the colors faded to gray.
Monroe caught me before I could fall, pulling me back toward him. "Can't take it, huh?" he asked with a smirk in his voice.
I leaned my head back against his chest, trying to find my voice. "I can…" was all I managed to say.
Monroe still hadn't come, and I was near spent, but my woge wasn't satisfied that I'd yielded to him. Still burning at his arrogance, it rushed through me with a monumental kick.
"So you give up?"
My woge fumed at his question. Give up? Never.
"I don't… give up," I returned.
He chuckled through his growl. "Admit defeat and it'll be over."
All at once I rolled, catching him off guard. He tried to leap up, but I knocked him back on the bed, resuming the top position again.
"Don't let your guard down." My woge said with a grin, taking hold of his arms.
"Now who's being underhanded?" he hissed out between breaths as the sweat dripped off him.
With my own smugness I replied, "I learn from the best."
My hips pivoted, taking him back inside me. He tensed against my grasp as he tried to free his arms. I clutched tighter, my nails digging in until he growled. His eyes flared crimson, but he didn't seem too opposed to the pain. Anchoring my knees into the bed, I forced his hips down as I moved rhythmically. I was on fire as my woge swelled inside triumphantly, keeping me conscious. Sliding my hands up his shoulders, I pressed in as he bucked against me.
"Fuck, Renée," he groaned, which only encouraged me to move faster as he throbbed inside me. "Oh, fuck… Don't stop."
"Come for me," I cried out, my body shaking on the verge of another climax. One more and I'd faint for sure. Monroe roared, his release nearly jolting me off the bed. I clung to his arms as he jerked his head up, my breath coming and going in small bursts while my woge forced me to push forward. His growl reverberated through my body, sending vibrations between my legs, triggering a victorious orgasm that my recklessness delighted in.
When our bodies had enough, I collapsed off to the side of the bed, drenched and satisfied as my woge bid me adieu. Monroe lay back, and I closed my eyes as darkness threatened to take me over, my body still shaking from the intensity. Tears pressed at my eyes, begging for their own release.
Monroe brushed my hair off my face and I peeked out of heavy lidded eyes to his amused grin. "Well, that was different," he said as he scooted closer beside me, propping himself up on his elbow.
"Mm-hmm," I drawled out. "Real enlightening." My head was still swimming with lingering fear and rage, but I didn't have enough energy to act on them anymore.
"Yeah. I'll say." He combed his fingers through his damp hair. "You never cease to surprise me."
"The same could be said of you." This was the first surprise of Monroe's I'd ever hated.
Monroe planted a kiss on my moist forehead. A small whimper came from him as his thumb brushed under my eye, wiping away the one tear that had managed to break free. I closed my eyes before any others got the same idea.
The shaking finally subsided, my breathing slowed, and my heart leveled out. Well, I'd accomplished what I'd aimed to do; for the time being I'd maintained separation, and Nick Burkhardt had remained out of my head. But after what had happened tonight, was that such a good thing?
Thinking became difficult, and my mind was ready to shut off as the darkness took over.
A/N: Okay, you can uncover your eyes now. Are you still with me? Your author has been in a dark place, folks. I try not to allow my outside thoughts to wreck with the writing, but, ya know, sometimes it just seeps through, and you get something like this. I may (or may not) write a Monroe POV to explain this better. Until now, trust the characters, the story, the extremes, and stay with me on this strange journey.
On a side note, music in this chapter played a big part on this one. I literally listened to Depeché Mode on repeat as I wrote most of this. Never heard "Corrupt"? I recommend you take a listen on YouTube. Might help in understanding the vibe on this one, too.
4 more chapters today. Trying to see if I can get the complete story posted before Grimm airs again next Tuesday. It's a lofty goal, but maybe I'll make it. Wish me luck!