The knife was set down by Lucian's hand, Rogue's blue eyes followed the sharp object to it's resting place, out of instinct or perhaps future need. Either way it did her no good while her hands were still cuffed behind her back. Lucian's hands went to her head guiding his cock further down her throat. He was being too forceful and Rogue began struggling to breathe. Impulsively she began to pull her head away from him, but his muscular arms were much stronger than she was.<br/><br/>Gags left Rogue's mouth, more drool uncontrollably flowed from her mouth, it was hard to keep up. She tried breathing out of her nose but fight instinct was kicking in. Fuck Lucian, of course he had to control the fucking situation. It only made Rogue hotter though, her pussy needed dire attention. It was soaking wet, beginning to run between her thighs and down her legs. She was burning with so much fucking desire and need that she'd beg Lucian to fuck her so fucking hard that she'd beg him to stop because she was in so much pain.<br/><br/>Secretly she loved it when he used her. Rogue was normally the user but after being on the receiving end, she was ready to switch teams and positions. Beginning to breathe through her nose, she stopped struggling, learning to let herself be used by him. Rogue wanted the outcome of Lucian's pleasure. She wanted him to fill her mouth with his cum, she needed him to use her, ruin her and leave her wanting more.