This choice: A maid interrupts her and says Rouge has guests • Go Back...Chapter #8Sarah Returns by: Lelouch   "It would only take a single finger." Rouge mumbled, hovering her pointer finger over you. "Maybe not even that. I could just blow and you'd fall off the bed and die like that. So many options..." Rouge sighed as if she didn't know what to do with herself. "Ah well. We'll have plenty of time to test out all my lovely ideas. Isn't that right my little slave?" You winced as Rouge's long violet nail came for your neck, stopping just short and rubbing your chin. It didn't calm you down any though. This one nail could be your guillotine any second now.
"Y-Yes Goddess Rouge." You choked out an answer.
"Welcome home tiny. It's going to be so much fun for the both of u-"
A voice on an intercom cut the woman off. "Excuse me, Mistress?"
Rouge's face never looked so angry before. With a cold expression she pushed a button to reply. "What?" It was easily the scariest way that word had ever been uttered.
The maid on the other end seemed to pick up on this quick. A small "Eep" could be heard across the line. When she finally worked up the courage to respond her voice was wavering, "I'm s-sorry Mistress but you have company. A....Sarah? She says she's here for her husband." You cheered as loudly as you could inside. Just when you'd given up all hope your wife comes to save the day! Man that woman is great. The sooner she could get you the sooner you could get away from this she-demon.
Rouge looked mildly surprised, "Please tell her we had a deal."
There was a moment of silence. "She says she wants to talk to you in person."
"I'm dreadfully sorry dear, but I'm afraid I'm busy welcoming our new house guest."
There was another bit of silence as the maid relayed the message. From the intercom you could clearly hear the sounds of objects breaking and a woman cursing. "Uhh...She's really insisting Mistress." The maid sounded frightened.
The Goddess before you let out an exaggerated moan, "Fine, I'll come down there."
"Yes Mam!"
"Also...What is your name dear?"
"Emily...?"
"Well Emily, when I get down there I want you out of this house. You're fired." Rouge released the button without letting the woman reply. She turned back to you with a weary smile. "Well let's get going then. The last thing I need is your dear old wifey breaking half my things. Most of them are worth more than your house." A deep laugh plagued your ear drums as familiar tower-sized fingers plucked you from the bed. You found yourself quickly shoved back into the woman's immense cleavage. "You know what to do." You started to massage and kiss her bosom.
It felt like the walk back to the guest area took a lot longer than it should have. Fabulously wealthy or not it shouldn't take this long. Knowing Rouge she was probably intentionally stalling you figured. Each second that passed was a second you worshiped her and a second she didn't have to deal with Sarah. She couldn't put it off forever though. Once she and Sarah get to talking you're home free! With that light at the end of the tunnel you put all your heart into worshiping Rouge. Each kiss was like a kiss goodbye. You just might stay your current size after all.
When she finally entered the guest room it was pretty clear. The air grew chillingly tense and every sound seemed to echo painfully loud. The booming clacks of Rouge's heels were all you could hear until she seated her voluptuous figure on her favorite chair: an imported, tailor-made throne. From the woman's cleavage you could see Sarah seated across on a very nice, but nowhere nice as Rouge's, seat. She seemed considerably calmer than earlier, though still pretty fuming.
"To what do I owe the pleasure dear?" Rouge asked in a cold polite manner.
"I came to get my husband." Sarah replied in an equally cold polite tone.
"I'm sorry darling, but we had a deal. What we in the finer life like to call: a verbal contract."
"I don't care about that I just want him back."
"And why is that? An hour ago you said and I quote, 'I want you and It out of my house'. You looked about ready to crush poor old Luke into dust a hundred times over, and who can blame you? He picked me over you, his wife. You have every right to hate his guts forever. So why the sudden change?"
"I...let my temper get the better of me. I wasn't thinking clearly." Sarah admitted with an embarrassed look.
"So it would seem." Rouge pursed her lips, "Unfortunately a deal is a deal though. I can't just go back on my word. Why, I'd be some kind of monster if I did that now wouldn't I?" You wanted to laugh as loudly as you could at that.
"Then I'll just take him back."
"Go ahead and try dear." Rouge waved a hand and several burly men appeared behind her. "Lest you forget I have all the muscle money can buy- And the attorney's if you wanna try court next."
Sarah bit her lip. You wanted nothing else but to reach out to her and be swept away from all this but it looked futile. Rouge had all the money and leverage here. Even with your wife mere inches away from you she was unobtainable. Rouge smiled as if to say she'd won. Whereas Sarah had a defeated look in her eyes.
"Look, I sympathize with you. Really I do Sarah. I actually do like you a lot."
"Is that so?" Sarah made a face that said she didn't believe that a bit.
"Absolutely. Why, you've done a better job training Luke than I ever did. I spend all my time playing and training him and the poor thing's terrified of me. You managed to train him and make him love you for it. And that is worth my respect." She paused to gauge Sarah's reaction. The woman was understandably wary, though she seemed to appreciate the compliment.
"Thank you."
"It's just the truth." Rouge replied nonchalantly, "I'd be lying if I said I felt bad about taking him from you. A bug like him is a once in a lifetime chance you know."
"Yeah..."
"I can't imagine what it must be like realizing you messed that up." Rouge smiled, seeing the rising fury in Sarah's eyes come back.
"Just..."
"Yes?"
"Just give him back..." Sarah sighed, acknowledging her defeat.
Rouge raised an eyebrow curiously, "Now isn't this a funny sight. You're embarrassing yourself over this thing?" She reached into her cleavage and thrust you out into Sarah's face. "You must really want him."
"I do." Your wife admitted.
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