0 comments/ 19345 views/ 7 favorites Anatomy of the Heart By: lipstickandligature "There you go." Mimi planted a small bowl of salad on the table and slid into her seat. "That steak okay for you?" Sven nodded. "Perfect. You're sure I can't tempt you?" He held out a sliver of the bloody meat on his fork. "No, I'm fine with this." Mimi gestured to her own plate and smiled, split the hot potato upon it in half. "Good day at work? How was the presentation?" She spread butter onto the potato, grabbed the salt. "Damn, I am glad it's Friday." "Fine." Sven said, "They don't want to alter anything so I'm more or less done with it. I have to be there for the reveal on Thursday but tomorrow I'll get started on the new work for the stationery place." "Good." Mimi nodded, watching Sven gulp down the steak. "I had to use your laptop today, I hope you don't mind." She said. "I realised I'd left my charger at work when I came in and tomorrow the gallery is closed." "Oh, no. Of course." He took a sip of his beer. "Your day was good?" Sven forked a bundle of salad onto his plate and began chewing noisily. "Yep. Finally sold that damn Joseph Radley painting to some couple from Sydney. Then I spent the entire afternoon packing it so it could be shipped." She sighed. "Pretty good, I'll get a nice little sliver of commission at the end of the month." "Good." He grabbed her hand. "Good for you. I'm so glad this is working out." "As am I, obviously. We're not completely poor anymore." She watched him from behind her wine glass, set it on the table a sigh escaping her lips. "Listen, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I noticed you'd been looking at that humiliation porn again." Sven looked up, his eyes wide. "What?" "You'd left the window hidden. When I opened the browser it popped up." Mimi took a sip of wine. "I wish you'd told me. I know it's been a busy week." She said, her voice level. "I know you look at porn but I don't want this to become a thing that is still your dirty little secret. I don't want you not to tell me what you need." "Calm down." He said. "It was late, you were asleep. I was horny. Job done." Mimi raised an eyebrow. "It's not the first time this has happened, Sven. If this is going to work you have to tell me what you want, sweetie." The chair creaked as he leant back, the only noise between them. Sven looked away, the hot wave of shame simmering behind his lungs, hardening a lump in his throat. "I-uh." He dropped his fork with a resonant clank, his hand curling around his jaw. "Ah, fuck." The words were a whisper, said to no one but himself, the shadow in the back of his mind looming larger. "I don't want you to feel bad about it." Mimi smiled, sympathetic. "Everyone has fantasies. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't done the same. The difference is I tell you and I want you to be a part of my actual sex life. I don't want you to feel guilty about it or make it a secret." He frowned at her, twisted it into a wry smile. "How did I get you?" he breathed. "Such a lack of shame, so prepared to fight for what you want." Mimi cocked her head. "You got me because you're a good man. And I'm prepared to fight because I was tired of being sad. I was tired of secrecy." Mimi pulled her chair closer to him. "I wanted to be happy. I want you to be happy." "You know you're the only woman I have ever known who has really listened to what I want. You've made me want to be better." He looked back at her, the colour in his cheeks rising, grabbed his beer. "I had a shit ton of girlfriends before you who would have gone crazy at me for that." Mimi shook her head. "Oh, stop it. Stop feeling sorry for yourself or bad about what you want. I love you and I want you to be happy. I want this to work." She said. "Because you're a good man and you deserve the best." "I can't switch shame off. I can't turn off the funny look that girls used to give me or that-" he stopped, drained his glass. "What?" He said nothing, looked out of the window at the tangerine street-lights, listened to the distant hum of traffic. Mimi repeated herself. "What?" Mimi repeated. Sven straightened up in his chair. Rubbed his face. "I never told you." He started, "But when I was younger, before I met you, I saw a pro." "Oh." Mimi's face creased. "I...Why?" the moment it left her lips she knew it was the wrong question. She couldn't seem to find the right one. Couldn't seem to find much at all inside her but the hollow sadness she felt for him. "Lauren wouldn't have any of it." He said, "Told me it wasn't natural for a man to be like that." He smiled at her, tried to laugh at the irony of the phrase. "So, I found a woman on the internet. She was older. It was in Geneva and I paid her one Christmas when I was visiting my family." Sven rubbed his eyes, shrugged, saw Mimi's palm was over her mouth. "Apparently, that's the busiest time of the year for dominatrices." "Did it help?" she asked. Sven shook his head. "I was 25 and every other guy I knew was picking up girls in bars and I was paying women old enough to be my mother to tell me what a cock-sucking slut I was." "Oh, baby." Mimi mewled, her arms curling around his shoulders. "That's so sad you felt bad about it." "I'm sorry. I shouldn't drag you down. I can't imagine being a kinky teenage girl was much fun." Mimi smiled, "It wasn't that great. Didn't have many boyfriends, I just worked a lot." "Nothing changes." He kissed her cheek. "Ever the workaholic." "So what happened?" Mimi asked, "Did Lauren find out?" Sven shook his head. "No. I drove back to my parents', drank most of a bottle of vodka and resolved to go straight." He grinned. "Then I met this waitress called Amanda who was smart and funny and didn't mind I was a pervert. She asked me out and we ate ice cream and talked about comics and movies and the rest is history." Mimi laughed, "Best decision I ever made." She kissed him on the mouth and he pulled her onto his lap, every nerve it seemed alight with need for her. "Listen to me." She said, straightening up. "No more secrets or shame, okay? I forbid it. We're too far in for that shit now." Sven nodded, "We're too far in." He admitted, "I never thought of it like that before; we're healthy. It's true." He laughed, surprised by the way the idea had slid so easily into his consciousness. "It's true." "It is." She hugged him close, desperate to dissolve every doubt he had with her love. "Shall I tell you a secret?" she said. "What?" Sven smiled, looking up at her. "Might as well seeing as we're sharing." "I can't believe I found a cute, kind man who wants to get on his knees for me." She said, "You have to be confident to do this, to admit this, Sven. Can't you see? You have to be brave to go after your desires." "I went after you." He said. "You're still here." His fingers pressed into her shoulder. "Of course." She kissed him again. "Don't get rid of me that easily." "I know" He nodded, "Thank you." "Don't thank me." Mimi sighed, "I'm not going to stand for any of that shame or fear, do you understand? She hugged him. "No man of mine feels bad about his submission." "Yes, Ma'am." Sven nodded. It seemed a trivial answer but the tangle of emotion in his chest would form no other words, existing only as an ache in his chest, a familiar yearning that had never ceased. "Good." Mimi lay against him, her arm flung around his neck. "My baby isn't going to be scared any more. Or sad." She rubbed his chest like soothing an anxious animal. "You need to be honest about what you want, otherwise it's never going to work, okay?" Sven nodded, stayed silent, the emotion in his chest roaring between rage and shame and love. Every part of his brain called out for silence but he had to know now otherwise he'd always wonder. The dark thought became a question on his lips. "Do you think it's disgusting?" he asked, "That I paid for it." "Oh, no." Mimi shook her head. "You were in a difficult situation. Sure, I think that you should have broken up with Lauren a little earlier and you should have tried to talk about it but that you were disgusting? Never. Certainly not." "I feel awful." Sven shook his head, looked out at the hazy night again. "And you have told me everything." He sighed. "About your family, about your struggles with your own kink. Fuck, Mimi, I should have said something." Mimi nodded, "I know it's tough but you need to try." She said. "I know." Sven blushed again; he wanted to kick himself. "No more secrets about my kinks. I was tired." He rubbed his face. "I find I get more submissive when I'm tired or stressed." Mimi laughed, "I noticed. You've been particularly helpful recently." Sven nodded, a tiny noise coming from him, his cheek pressed against her chest. "And," she continued, "If you still want me to humiliate you and tell you what a cock-sucking slut you are then you only need ask, hm?" She kissed his temple, her fingers knotting through his hair. "It's really tough. Emotional vulnerability is tough, but I hope it's worth it. That's the plan." "I know." He rubbed her arm. "Are you done?" he nodded toward the half eaten dinner. "I am." She said. "Then let me clear away and after that I will bring you tea." Mimi nodded. "Thank you." * * * "I can't believe that episode of Eastbrook. I did not think that guy would be the killer." "Told you." Mimi nodded, watched Sven start to brush his teeth in the bathroom. "Knew it would be him. He hid the gun right at the start. I can always figure out the killers in these police procedural shows." Sven rinsed, turned off the water, left the towel he'd used in the sink. "Well, detective, to bed?" Mimi nodded, pulled her sweatpants off. "Just remember to hide the porn, next time." Mimi grinned crawling into bed, flinging the duvet over her outstretched legs. "Or show it to me and we can watch together." Sven nodded. "Okay. You see, this is why I'd be a shit criminal." "I know." Mimi teased, "That said, I know how important alone time is sometimes. I'm not angry about that bit; not just porn, but generally. You should schedule some more boys' nights like the old days. I don't want them to think I have a monopoly on you." Sven took a gulp of water. "I should. You don't find me disgusting, then?" he asked. "Of course not, silly." Mimi picked up her cup, sipped. "Unless you want me to." She winked. "Ha. Maybe. Sometimes." Sven blushed, cracking the spine on his book. "It's actually hotter because I know you care about me." "I like the thought of humiliating you and you getting all hot and sweaty about it." She mused, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, the mug balanced on her chest. "All those cute noises you make." She watched him look away, back out into the night, didn't have to ask what he was thinking. "Don't get embarrassed just yet." She shifted her weight, sat up again, planted the mug on to the side table with a loud thunk. "You'll ruin all of the fun." He pulled her towards him, planting a kiss on her mouth that oozed need, happiness glowing through his veins, electric. "Of all the gin joints in all the towns, in all the world." He laughed, another kiss landed on her neck. Mimi finished the quote for him, her lip curled upward, "She walks into mine." They laughed. "Actually, Mister, it was you who walked into mine, not the other way around." Sven shrugged, "It feels like no time and all the time since I met you." "Who'd have thought?" Mimi said, "All those waitresses just mooning over you boys with guitars and I ended up with you." She laughed. "I used to think you hated me." Sven whispered. "Thought I was an asshole." Mimi nodded, propped herself on her arm. "I did. I thought you were a cocky little shit." "Thanks a lot." He sighed, "Though, in fairness, I maybe was, a little." "Like a fine wine you have got better with age." She kissed his cheek. "Imagine what you'll be like at 36 or 40 or 75." Sven shrugged. "We'll probably hate each other by then." "Probably." Mimi conceded, "Bitching at each other all the time. Separate televisions, separate rooms. I might even get a toy-boy." "Ohhh." Sven closed his eyes, his book falling into his lap. "Do not start this; you know this is pig-boy crack. Please don't put that thought in my head." "But that's exactly why." Mimi giggled, "I wouldn't do it but getting you to struggle at the thought is pretty hot, isn't it?" Sven moaned. "It might be." "Well, either way." Mimi grinned, "I want to be old and cranky and flatulent with you. And you're not a pig boy. Much." "I look forward to it." Sven's arm curled around her, the rolling in his stomach calming, the insects dying away. "You have no idea how much I look forward to it. Don't think I'm being funny about the kink." He sighed, held her close, trying to calm the thoughts in his mind. "You know I love you, don't you?" " I do." Mimi kissed him, their bodies pressed together under the blankets, a soup of limbs and laughter and wondering hands. Mimi smiled. "You know how I keep saying that I don't want you to feel bad about your kinks?" she asked. "Yup." He answered. " Good, because I want them now. Want you. Want to do all of those things you think about." Mimi stroked his face. "Oh really?" Sven's eyebrow raised, he smirked. "And what, pray tell, would they be?" "Better than that book, that's for sure." Mimi smiled, pulling him closer. Sven laughed, laying flat out, tossing the book away. "Is that so?" Mimi nodded, her elbows propped on his chest. "Yes, I've read that book. Very dull." "Don't say that. I think it's pretty good." He kissed her on the mouth. "This will be better." She sat up, straddling him, pulling her t-shirt over her head. "Leave the light on." Sven pulled his hand away then lay back, watching her green eyes glitter, the white squares of her teeth push into her bottom lip. "You know just how hot it makes you when you get told what a greedy little slut your are for wanting it?" Sven grinned, "Uh-huh." "So I want you to feel positively disgusting right now." Mimi kissed him, her mouth gentle against his. "I want your desperate, little cock hard for me." she said, her legs splayed out awkwardly. "Do you remember, when we first started dating how embarrassed you were of this?" Sven nodded, his hand sinking between Mimi's legs, making her grind against his searching fingers. "Mmhm." "And all that time, you never told me that you saw a pro. Tut tut." Mimi grinned, watching his eyes flash open, his hand pull away. "Oh no, no, no." He said, his head shaking, please don't. Don't use this against me." Mimi laughed, her arms sliding over his chest. "Oh yes." she asserted, "I'm going to use it to get your dick hard." Her hands slid forward, reaching under the elastic of his boxers, tense against the back of her hand. "Looks like I won't have to do much." She sighed. "You're already halfway there." Mimi kissed his temple, twisting forward to edge down his underwear, pulling free his hardening member. "So easy." She laughed. He wriggled, pushing at the bunched up fabric. "Mimi, please..." the words tailed off as he looked up at her smiling face, her deep sea eyes. "Oh, I...." he laughed, moaned with frustration. "Oh, boo-hoo." Mimi laughed and sank down next to him. "A little bit embarrassing, is it?" she pouted, her fingers curling around his cock. "Yes, poor baby," she sing songed like a siren on the rocks, delighting in his descent into the depths. "Oh...there..." her hand worked between his thighs, making him mewl, whining into the pillow, the air hissing between his teeth. "You see." She sighed, "Such a shame junkie, aren't you?" her hand sped up, a familiar rhythm that lit up every nerve in his body, made his gut hollow and his backside tingle for the touch of her hand or the sting of a cane. In the dark behind his eyes, Sven longed for the softness of her flesh pressed against his lips, Mimi's prying tongue, her skin, the bitterness of her cunt. Mimi's fingers pressed into his thigh as she moved herself on the bed, stretching backward. For a few moments she said nothing, merely watched him, her eyes flickering over his skewed underwear, delighting in the sound of his ragged breathing as she pulled them off, let them fall to the floor. "Please." He sighed, "Gngh. I can't, I-" "But you can, sugar." Mimi cooed. "You always do." Her hand landed on his thigh, tantalisingly close to his erection. "For me you always do." Sven moaned again, giving her a sidelong look that said everything, that didn't quite translate to words. Mimi kissed him on the mouth, her hand still pressed against his yielding flesh. With her other hand she reached out and hit the switch on the wall; shadows jagged in front of them. "No." He breathed. "Go to sleep." Mimi said, crawling off him, settling against him in the dark. "Oh, this is not fair." He wailed. "You can't just-" "Of course I can." Mimi purred. "I could do it all night if I felt like it." She kissed him on the cheek, her hand still working around his twitching member. "You're grinning, aren't you?" he sighed. "I can feel it." Mimi nodded, he felt that too, moaned in response, the noise melting away as she kissed him again. "What if I let go?" she mused, her hand drawing away from him. Her eyes adjusted in the dark and she watched the shadowy outline of his body push upward. "No." she chided. "Be patient." "Stop." Sven sat up, pulling away from her, switched on the lamp. "I'm sorry, I can't." He bent over, his head in his hands, Mimi's face twisting up behind him. "What?" she pulled herself nearer, sliding across the sheets on her knees, curling her arm around his shoulder. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Mimi rubbed his arm, panic rising through her. She kicked it back, tried to stay calm for him and then, realised. "Baby, don't feel bad." She whispered, her voice soft. "It's okay. I understand you still feel bad about this. I was only playing around." Mimi kissed his shoulder. "I'm going to get you some tea." Sven said nothing, nodded, giving her a sideways smile. "Okay." He frowned, feeling that awful tangle for shame and frustration pulling in closer, like being trapped beneath ice or some soundproof room with the walls moving in. Though, in his thoughts he was less Indiana Jones and more bumbling sidekick. He stood and realised his legs were shaking, his palms falling flat against the window ledge. Under his breath, he cursed, thought about the bored impatience that Lauren had given him, the dominatrix in Geneva and how he'd sat and looked out at the silent fields in Rivaz, shame rolling through him. Behind that there came a glinting arc of anger rising and snapping, snarling outward in the dark, a growling breath against the cold glass. He rolled his shoulders, pulled on his boxers again, shuffled through the darkened living room to the dim light of the kitchen and there, to Mimi. Silently, she pulled him close, her head rested against his chest. "You need a jumper." She looked up at him, smiled. "You're shaking." "It's not the cold." "I know but get one." She said again, nodding towards the bedroom. "Your tea is nearly done." The kettle boiled behind her, the roll of the water thundering in the silence. Beyond the window, there was the sound of traffic, something that had always struck Sven as desperately sad late at night, as though everyone was leaving and never coming back. He shook his head, turned back to the bedroom, returned with an old drab beige sweater, the sleeves pulled down around his hands. Mimi patted the sofa, turned on the lamp. "Sit here, lie out if you like." She watched him sink down then handed him the steaming cup. "It's hot but you might want to take it. Warm yourself up." She pushed his hair from his eyes, her hand sinking to his back, rubbing gently. Anatomy of the Heart "Thanks." Sven took the cup, sighed heavily, his breathing falling back to somewhere near normal. "I just think everything built up." He said, placed the cup on the table. "I know." Mimi nodded, her feet curled under her. "It's okay. Just breathe. You're safe, there's no need to worry we don't have to play tonight." "Sorry." Sven leant back his eyes ringed with red. "I jus-" he cut off, fell against Mimi's shoulder. "Hey. There." Mimi rubbed his back again. "You can cry, it's okay, it's okay. You don't have to explain yet, I know. Just let everything out." Sven did then, as though her kind serenity was at last permission to let go, crying in a way he hadn't since before her. Somewhere in his gut he realised that after this, things would be better some how, broken down past flesh and bone and carefully honed bravado to the part of him where his soul lay. That after the wracking storm of tears that crashed around him he would awaken to an empty mind and empty bones, like all the fear and shame had been sucked out. "Oh," he looked up, realised that he had sunk down into Mimi's lap, that she lay smiling down at him, her arms cradling him. "Sorry, I'll sit up." "It's okay." She kissed his forehead, watched him sit back into the sofa, scooping up his mug as he went. "Better now?" He nodded, "I'm sorry, I never cry. I'm just tired." He blushed. "It's okay." She said. "Everything probably just built up. Is there anything you want to talk about? Sorry if I pried too deep." She said, her mouth curling into a wan smile. "No." he shook his head, looked up at her again. "You didn't. You were right to do so. I..." he sighed, "I'm not very good at talking about this stuff. I was really guilty about the domme thing." Mimi nodded, said nothing. "Listen." Sven turned, propped his head in his palm, his elbow on the back of the sofa. "I never wanted to hurt you with this or make you feel like you had to mother me. I'm sorry, I'm such a dick. You look after me all the time and what the hell do I do for you?" Mimi raised an eyebrow, her hand curling around his cheek. "You're babbling now." She smiled. "And you don't. Not for a minute. I love you, I want to make sure you're safe and happy. What kind of domme would I be, hell, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I just dismissed this? If I just patted you on the head and told you to man up?" She shook her head. "I love you." Mimi kissed him, leant forward and pulled him against her, her arms curling around him, their foreheads pressed together. "You're going to be okay, pookie." Mimi grinned. "You're so strong. It's tough to deal with, I think. I mean, particularly form such an outdoorsy man's man background." Sven laughed. "I know." He pressed his forehead against her shoulder. "When I was twelve I fell off my bike in the woods, cut my knee right open, and I was crying, crying, crying. Just like I was then." He chuckled, sniffed loudly. "And my grandfather said "Get up. You'll get filth on yourself". Then he grabbed me by the wrist and said, "You're bleeding all over your shoe, boy. Get to the river and wash it off. Tie your shirt around it". And that was it." Sven shrugged. "I always wanted to impress him but it hurt so fucking much. I was breathing these big, heavy sobs somewhere between crying and...uh...grunting." "What happened?" Mimi lay her hand on his calf, her thumb running over his leg. "You were okay?" "I was. Just." Sven said. "But I remember being so confused, limping home. My mom grabbed me and hugged me, bandaged me up. My grandfather was from the old school though, very Swiss; "If you're not dead then keep going"." He mimicked. "And then I got older, realised that I wanted to be roughed up by girls, tied up. It made me feel a bit..." he cocked his head, "tingly." Sven's fingers fluttered in front of him, his cheeks still red. "Getting over that is so..." "It's tough." Mimi nodded, "Confusing. It doesn't make you any less manly. I know you can hunt and shoot and fish with the best of them." She laughed. "But I also know that the way you're raised, it takes a lot of balancing with your sexuality." She sighed. "And, be honest, straight men aren't very good at that." Sven laughed, nodded. "I know." He shrugged. "Look at me." He sank back into the cushions, "Ah, fuck, look at me." "Now, come on." Mimi rubbed his belly. "You're still my big strong man." She laughed. "I mean, I can't think of anything more macho than willingly getting into being beaten up by girls and then getting an erection from it. That's literally the manliest thing that you can do. Taking pain for fun." She kissed his hand. "What a badass." Sven laughed. "You're crazy." "True though." Mimi took the cup from him, took a sip herself. "You're not even upset about the prodomme?" She shook her head. "No. Not in principal. I think it was bad timing, but you were young and scared. Maybe a bit embarrassed." Sven nodded, sucked at the inside of his cheek. "You have no idea." He looked away, out into the orange glow of the city beneath them. "It was what I wanted, of course." He sighed, "But...I...I thought I could do it, separate the sex and the kink like I'd done before. I got quite good at separating out sex from any kind of feeling at all. But I couldn't do it." "You want what you want." Mimi shrugged. "But I felt like that made me weak. Like, as a guy, I should be able to separate out sex and love. Ugh." "What happened after?" Mimi said. "Can I ask?" "Yeah." Sven pinched the bridge of his nose, laughed. "Afterward, after the vodka and the flight home I took Lauren out. She'd been rehearsing and we went to some bar near to the theatre." He gestured toward the window. "And she was pleased to see me. She was wearing some cute dress -- sorry --" Sven blushed. Mimi shook her head, "No, it's fine. Carry on." "Well, we went back to mine, got uh, we got together." Mimi laughed. "You had sex." "Yeah. But I was kind of angry, I felt bad about what had happened. I was maybe a little rough with her." "Oh." Mimi grinned. "I see." "Don't." Sven shook his head. "But, anyway, she was...she was really into it." "I'm sure she was." Mimi laughed. " I'm very well acquainted with that myself. Is that it?" "She was into me being the controlling one. Not that I minded sometimes but she would always dismiss me when I suggested the other way around. I tried so hard to make it fun for her and she just told be that it was weird, that it bored her." Mimi shook her head. "It's the past now. I know it was a tough time and I know how much that has shaped you but you can have this, sugar." She brushed his hair from his eyes again. "You can tell me and I'm not going to laugh." Mimi smiled, squeezed his hand. "Doesn't make you lesser than." She rubbed his thigh. "You know, tomorrow I think you should just kick back, have the day off. Maybe we can lie in, I'll make you a little breakfast, we can take a walk or see a movie." She said. "I think it would do you good to just lie in bed for a bit, in the quiet. Decompress a little." Sven nodded, "And what about you? Who the hell looks after you?" he smiled. "Huh?" "I do." She shrugged. "You know I can take care of myself." "Nope." Sven pulled her into a hug, his cheek buried in her hair. "You have to let me take care of you like you take care of me. You have to." He hugged her tighter, his face pressed into her hair now. "Please." Mimi smiled. "Okay." She whispered, conceding. "If you like." Sven shook his head. "If you like." he repeated. "Nothing makes me happier." He laughed. "Or you more embarrassed." "Don't." Mimi looked away. "That's not fair." "You see." Sven sighed, sank back into the sofa. "It's not just me, Mimi." "You know it's tough for me." She whispered. "I'm good at taking care of you." "It'll drain you out and then what would happen?" he kissed her cheek. "We have to look after each other and that means me caring for you as much as you care for me." Mimi nodded, went quiet. "I won't turn it against you." Sven said. "It doesn't make you weak." He watched her in the shadows, her hand still moving over his leg. "Sometimes I wonder if your incredible balancing act isn't just a way to hide." "What?" her brow crumpled. "How do you mean?" "That your endless working, your very good pep talks are not just a way of hiding how you feel." He kissed her on the temple. "You need to take your own advice." Mimi grinned. "Nope. Sorry. You know I'm terrible at that." She looked up, shuffled around so that her legs were thrown over his lap. "I don't want this to fail or for you to think I'm needy or for us to become too co-dependent. I don't want to become nothing but the kink and I want us to have healthy social lives and-" "Hey." Sven hugged her. "Who's rambling now?" Mimi blushed. "Uh. I know." She shook her head, laid against him. "It takes work, doesn't it?" "It does." Sven nodded. "It does." "Shall we go to bed?" Mimi whispered. The phrase was less of a question, more a request. Sven nodded. "I think so." "We can just have cuddles, if you like." "Sounds good." Sven moved, walked with Mimi back to the bedroom, the shared cup discarded on the table. "Babe, you awake?" Sven whispered, watching Mimi groan, pulling her head off the pillow. "Yeah, I-oh." She smiled, watching him plant a breakfast tray next to her. "Thank you." She pulled herself up, kissed him on the cheek. "There's no need. You shouldn't have." "Of course I should." He kissed her back, on the mouth this time, his palm cupping her cheek. "You deserve it." "Thank you." She looked down at the mug of coffee, the buttered toast. "I didn't know what you wanted so I brought you jam and that weird spread you like." He placed a second, familiar jar on the tray and sank down next to her. "Oh." Mimi laughed. "Thank you. This is so nice." She kissed him. "How thoughtful." "Hey." Sven shrugged, "I like to see you happy, kitten." "Thank you." Mimi kissed him again then began spreading jam onto the toast. "You want some?" "I have some coffee." He nodded to the side table. "And I'm fine for now. Not really that hungry, I'll eat later." "Okay." Mimi leant back, sighed happily. "So what do you want to do today?" she asked, munching loudly. "I thought we could lie in but we've done that and now you've brought me this. What do you want?" "I think I want to take you out." He shrugged. "Buy you some cute things." "What?" Mimi raised an eyebrow. "Oh, don't be silly, there's no need for that. No need." She took a gulp of coffee, tailed off. "That's...no...." "Today is about you." Sven smiled. "You spend so much time looking after me and your sister that, for once, you should just let me look after you for a change." Mimi pouted. "I knew you'd hate it." Sven laughed. "Your face is like when you try to put a party hat on a cat." "Fuck off." Mimi dropped her toast, elbowed him in the ribs. "Don't say that." She laughed. "I'm not a cat." Sven shook his head. "Nope. Far more stubborn." "Stop it." He laughed again, dodged her swinging hand. "I'm going to take a shower." He grabbed a towel. "A long one. You can join me if you like." Mimi shrugged. "Nope. Sorry. Cats don't like water." "What about a bath instead then?" he asked, "I'll wash your hair. Use that bath oil you like. I'll smell like a girl just for you." Mimi nodded. "If you like." "I would." He said. "Very much." "Are you going to watch me?" Mimi cocked her head at Sven's reflection in the mirror. "No. Carry on." He pulled on a pair of jeans, grinned. "You are." Mimi ran a pencil over the top of her eyebrow, pulled it into an arched point. "Go and get dressed." She chuckled. "You're distracting me." "I just like to watch you get ready." He shrugged. "I'm always amazed at how much you know about this." He gestured toward her face. "It's not that fancy." Mimi said, mascara poised in mid air. "Just practice, knowing what suits you. That's all. Would you like a little seeing as you're so interested." She grinned, waved a lipstick at him. "Nope." Sven shook his head, one sharp move to the right. "I'm good." "Ha." Mimi exchanged the mascara for blush, buffed it into her cheeks. "There. NowI look a little less grotty." "You look fine either way." Sven kissed her temple. Mimi sighed, zipped up the make up bag, dropped a lip balm into her pocket. "I'd rather be wearing makeup." "I know." Sven headed back into the bedroom, began eyeing the pile of t-shirts in the wardrobe. "Does it seem cold to you today?" he grabbed a shirt, pulled it on. "What about this?" he held up the jumper he'd grabbed the night before, shook it at Mimi. "Looks good to me. You barely had it on yesterday." She said. "What?" "Your hair is all over now." She laughed. "Horror of horrors. Here, let me." She grabbed a comb and bounded towards him, coming the strands back into place. "Like a young Marlon Brando." She patted him on the arm. "Glad you said young Marlon Brando." Sven sat on the edge of the bed. "Not old Marlon Brando." He puffed his cheeks, "I'll make you an offer you can't refuse." Mimi grinned, "You're such a dork, sometimes." She shook her head, dropped her hairbrush into her bag. "Heh. How much stuff do you have in that bag?" He nodded toward her. "Is that a spoon, plasters?" "You never know." Mimi wagged her finger at him. "Just what you might need." "Well, are you ready, then?" He stood, pulled her next to him. "Let me treat you." "You're really sure?" Mimi shrugged. "I hate to think of you being bored while I trawl the shops. Anyway, I'll pay." She said, "Remember, I actually have some semblance of disposable income now." "You're so stubborn. " Sven grabbed his shoes, shepherded Mimi toward the door. "I know." She grinned, "It's part of my charm." "Well, I have never seen anyone shop quite so fast." Sven followed Mimi back into the street. "No, I know." Mimi nodded, "I know what suits me and that place didn't have it." She shrugged. "You try dressing this thigh to waist ratio. I have pretty much given up on jeans." "Hm. I'd rather undress it." He grabbed her hand, dodged her as she tried to nudge him. "Stop it." She smiled. "Ooh. Look." Sven followed her gaze across the street. "What are you looking at?" "That dress in Olivia Elkman. Look at it." "Do you want it? You mean that purple one?" Mimi grabbed his hand, pulled him through the crowds of Saturday shoppers to the bright window of the boutique. "How much is it?" she scanned the window, sighed at the tiny price plaque. "You know I can actually afford it now. Still, it's more than I'd usually spend." Sven shrugged. "Hey, enjoy it. You don't have to thrift shop any more and I'll buy it for you, you're still in the mid range of double figures. It's hardly Chanel." "Like I would ever stop thrifting." Mimi grinned. "That's how I got those ugly sweaters you love so much." "You see." Sven's hand sliced through the air. "You can have this dress and then, I will also buy you some sweaters that are new and have never been word by grandmas. Go," he smiled, "Go in. Let's see what damage we can do." * * * "They have it in green and black too." Mimi whined. "God damn, it fits so well. I have never owned clothes that fit this well." She twisted in front of the mirror. "What do you think?" Sven looked up, shifted on the cream sofa in the corner of the wide, carpeted dressing room. "Oh, uh, yes....yes." he grinned. "Man, that is nice. You look good. Really..." he gestured to his chest. "Is it too booby?" Mimi sighed. "No. It's nice. Get it." Mimi nodded, eyed the fitted fabric, the satin panels at the hips. "Below the knee, too." She smiled, turned towards him. "Do you realise how hard it is to find dresses that are actually below the knee today that aren't dowdy looking?" "Do you want the other colours?" Sven said. "If this fits then..." he smiled. "Why not?" Mimi mewled. "Yes, but you can't buy me them all." Sven shrugged, "Sure I can." He stood kissed her temple. "For you, anything, kitten." He walked off, returned moments later carrying two more of the same dress. One, the deep green Mimi loved, the other black. "Really?" she smiled at his reflection. He nodded, "The fanciest thing I've bought you in the whole time we've been dating is an economy plane ticket to Geneva. Live a little, huh?" Mimi blushed, "Okay." She pulled the dress off, hung it back up. "You'd better get thinking about what you want." He stepped forward, kissed her hair. "I want you, in that dress, later." He purred. "Oh?" Mimi laughed. "Well, aren't we demanding?" "Maybe." He laughed. "We'll have to wait and see." "You have to pick something." Mimi set her glass onto the table, smiled at Sven. "I'm not going home until I, too, have bought you a little something beside this coffee." She gestured to his cup. "It's okay. I'm just happy to see you happy." Sven leant back in his seat, watched Mimi raise an eyebrow. "I'm serious." He said. "I am." "You're incorrigible." Sven shrugged, his eyes glinting. "You could still try though, if you like." "I might just." Mimi answered. "Later." "Uh, about last night." He said. "I don't know what came over me. I just couldn't." Sven leant forward, gathered Mimi's hands in his own. "Don't worry. These things happen. I think it had been building and then we tried with something that's intense for you." She nodded. "Don't worry. So long as you're okay now." Mimi rubbed his hand, made the hairs on the back of Sven's neck stand up. "I'm better. My ego is a little dented." "Pft." Mimi rolled her eyes. "Silly boy. You'll be just fine." She leant forward, kissed him on the mouth. "I promise." Sven nodded, sighed happily. "Maybe, um, we could try again tonight?" "Really?" Mimi's voice kicked up a tone. "You're sure?" "I am." He answered, kissing her fingers. "I'm sure. Sure and a little bit turned on by the apprehension." "You know I'm worried. I've told you before." Mimi shook her head. "If I really let go, I'm worried I'd actually hurt you or...fuck you half to death." She admitted. "Hell of a way to go." Sven took a gulp of coffee. "I promise I'd beg you to stop first." Mimi laughed. Sven realised why and he nodded. "No, I know. That would probably not work. You'd just get really horny and keep going." "Yes." Mimi added, her hand rested on his thigh as she kissed him again. "If you like, if you can't think of anything sensible, then maybe we could take a walk to that sex shop over by the park. I could pick out something fun for you." "You could." He said. "Oh." "Of course." Mimi grinned. "I thought you wanted to take me shopping after all. I thought this day was about me." She teased. "Uh." Sven shook his head. "Am I going to live to regret this?" Mimi nodded. "Hopefully. You look so hot when you do." * * * "So I have no say at all?" Mimi cocked her head, pulled a gauzy piece of fabric off a rail. "You can offer your opinion, as ever." She said, "But, as ever, final say goes to me." "Okay, then." Mimi looked up, squeezed his hand. "But, if you see something you particularly want then you can ask nicely and I might buy it for you." She wiggled an eyebrow at him, a smirk curling across her face as he began blushing fiercely. "You know," Mimi continued. "For a grown man you're very easily embarrassed." "I, um, well. I'm not usually it's just-" He looked away and then back down at her. "You know it's just you and your...ways." He said, his hand running over her back. "You know, being demanding suits you. You should do it more, stop thinking of others all the time. Be a little more selfish." "You think?" Mimi held the nightdress she was holding up against herself. "You know I could only ever be imperious with you, though, don't you?" she looked at him in the reflection. Anatomy of the Heart "Yes." He grinned maybe a little too hard, caught himself. "I...I mean that I'd like that. I'd enjoy it if you were a little more demanding." Mimi laughed, a low, mocking sound that made Sven's chest fill with the dreaded, familiar insects again then narrowed her eyes. "Oh, you have no idea what you're asking, you silly boy." As fast as it had appeared, the look vanished replaced by her calm, still features. "Seen anything you like?" Mimi looked up. "That negligee." He laughed. Mimi shook her head, batted him on the arm. "I'm serious. If you won't pick out a few things, I will." She grinned, "I'll find the biggest dildo they have and demand you take it." "Yes." He nodded. "Let's do that." Mimi giggled. "Really?" "Well maybe not the biggest." Sven said. "Maybe like, the next one down from that. Or the next." "Oh, backing off now." Mimi pinched his waist playfully, pulled him over to some shelves lined with dildos and vibrators. "Okay, anything take your fancy?" "Oh, for me or-" "Yes." Mimi nodded, "for you." "Um, well..." Sven fell quiet, his eyes surveying the shelves. "Something like.." he grabbed a purple dildo. "this." He held it out to Mimi, expectant. "Or maybe something specifically for guys like-" again he reached up, pulled a thinner toy from the shelf. "This. I think this is for men. "It is." A dark haired shop assistant stepped forward, smiled at them both. "It's one of our most popular male toys." She explained, "Great of anal play, for the prostate." "Yeah." Sven nodded. "Do you have any other things aimed at men?" The shop assistant nodded. "Of course." She led them to an adjacent corner of the shop and a wall lined with the same glass shelves, full of products. "Is there anything specific that you're looking for?" "Oh, well we're just browsing, really." He said. "Thanks." "We'll take the second toy you showed us." Mimi said, "Can you put one aside for us?" "Of course." The shop assistant nodded, "Can I help you with anything else?" "Um," Sven looked up, held out a tube of white silicone. "is this...what is this?" "It's a masturbation sleeve. If you look inside, there are swirls and ridges to make it more pleasurable." The shop assistant gestured toward the sleeve. "Slip your fingers into it." Mimi giggled. "Let me." She followed suit, pushed her fingers into the silicone. "Oh." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Interesting." Sven nodded. "That's a fancy wank." "We have other textures if you'd prefer." The assistant gestured past him to a line of other toys. The ones you're holding are just for show, but please, if you want to buy one then take one of the sealed boxes." "Thanks." Sven nodded, "What do you think, Mim?" "I think we need one." She grinned. "Simple, but I think it could be fun." "And I could pack it for when I have to travel." Sven nodded. "Yep. Take it." He handed her a box from the shelf. "Do you want that underwear?" He nodded back the rail. "I did like one set, actually. "Mimi nodded, "But I'm paying in here, not you." She gave him a look. "Yes, Ma'am." Sven nodded, followed Mimi back to the rail. "Some of this stuff is delightfully sleazy, isn't it?" she smiled. "But actually, I was looking at one of those half bra things, in purple. It was really pretty." She pushed the dark wooden hangers across the rail. "Ah, here. These." "Oh." Sven nodded, thoughtful. "How much?" Mimi flipped over the price tag, showed it to him. "That's a lot of money for not much." He raised an eyebrow. "Yes but they would look cute." Mimi said, "I think they'd be worth it." She raised her voice. "Excuse me," she gestured toward the shop assistant. "Do you have these in different sizes?" "Of course, Madam. What do you need?" "In the bra, a 32D, if you have it. What are the largest size that these knickers come in?" Mimi pushed her hair from her face, held up the gauzy panties. "I think you'll find they go up to a European 42, which is a UK 14." She smiled. "Okay." Mimi nodded, "I'll take a pair in that size then." "You're not-" Sven shook his head. "Nothing worse than a tight knicker, babe." Mimi smiled. "You want it to sit not cut in and leave bumps. Anyway, I nearly am, actually, in the bum and thigh area." Sven sighed. "The more you know." "Is that all?" The shop assistant handed Mimi what she'd asked for. "You know we have a robe to go with that." Mimi shook her head. "No, thanks. Do you sell that men's underwear, still? I know you used to. The fancier, sexy stuff." "Of course." The shop assistant gestured toward another rail. "It's surprisingly popular." "I'm not surprised." Sven said, "I think men like it far more than they like to admit." "Ha." Mimi laughed, "I know I do." Sven blushed. "Exactly." The shop girl touched Mimi on the arm, nodded toward Sven. "I'll leave you to look. If you need a hand, just ask." She eyed Sven. "We do bigger sizes, too, if you need them." He nodded. "Thanks." Mimi snickered. "Bigger sizes. I presume she wasn't referring to your-" she wiggled her finger at him, began rifling through the rails. "You see," he sighed, "You're getting very good at this." "I've always been good." Mimi looked up. "I just feel comfy enough to let it out more now." "I know." He kissed her hair. "I think I'd like some of these." He said. "You would?" Mimi grinned. "Because I definitely think you should have some of the mesh boxers they do, maybe something satiny." "Definitely." Sven agreed. "You have to let me pick." Mimi touched his arm, "Yes?" Sven nodded. "Certainly." "Okay then." Mimi scrutinised the rail, picked out three different kinds all of them gauze and satin. "I think these should do it." She held them up against him in turn, sucked her lip. "Yes." She stepped back, placed them on the counter. "We'll take them, I think." "Would you like to try the underwear?" the shop assistant asked. "I've actually had it before." Mimi nodded. "I'm pretty sure it will fit." "Okay, well, we have a returns policy of fifteen days on the bra if it doesn't." The assistant smiled. "Anything else?" "No," Mimi said. "I think that should do it." She pressed her card into the machine, punched in her PIN number. "Thank you so much." The assistant nodded, slid a thick, purple bag across the counter. Sven took it. "Thanks." Mimi nodded, Sven walking behind her. "And thank you." Sven let the door swing shut behind him, "I'm sure I will have plenty of fun with all of that." "I know." Mimi wiggled her eyebrows. "We shall." * * * Mid way through the ad break in Summerview Place Mimi stood and returned with a pair of the underwear she;d picked up for Sven. "Put them on." She smiled. "Go on. I'm nearly done with this and I want you to look pretty." She kissed him, her hands curling around his arms. "They're the black ones." "Hm." He nodded, "I can see that. Satiny waistband, fancy." He held them up. "They are pretty sheer. I, uh, I should probably shave if I'm going to wear these or you know, tidy things up a little more." He waved towards his crotch. "You're pretty acceptable as it is. I actually like the contrast." She smiled. "the dainty panties and your less than dainty body. " she sat down, lay her head on his shoulder. "Put them on and you can show them off." She smiled. "Are you going to put yours on?" he asked, "Seems only fair, after all." Mimi nodded. "After this." She smiled, "Then, I might. It's not even that late and you wanted to try again, didn't you?" Sven nodded, his chest suddenly hollow. "I did." "Well then, this is the start." Mimi laughed, "Put your sexy undies on, make yourself pretty for me." She said, her eyes falling back to the television. "After all, no one wants sloppy seconds, do they?" she said, her voice glinting with a cold, metal edge. Sven sighed, a grin appearing. "No, Ma'am." "Good." She smiled sweetly at him. "Go, then." Sven bit his lip, frowned at his reflection in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door, sighed. No, no, no he thought. His mouth twisted and he pulled at the elastic, tried to arrange the underwear. It would have to do. He picked up a brush, ran it through his hair, rubbed his face then smiled at himself, tried to force himself to stay as calm as possible, willed away the familiar shivering sensation in his guts. "You see." Mimi's face lit up as he pulled open the door and walked over to her. "What a cutie." "Thanks." He grinned, spun around and did a little wiggle. Mimi laughed. "What do you think? You like them? I was a little worried I looked odd in them. They're pretty see-through." "They are." Mimi smirked, eyed the outline of his cock. "Very see-through. I like them. You can fetch me wine, if you like." She said, switching off the television. "And you can tidy up out here while I go and get changed, myself." She plucked her own underwear from the bag and slapped Sven on the bottom. "Looking good, babe." He laughed, "Thanks. I'll bring you your wine." Mimi nodded, "Yup. To the bedroom when you're done. Don't forget the bag." * * * "Well, this is adorable." Mimi leant against the doorway of the bedroom, grinned at Sven. "You lit candles and everything." She stepped forward and rubbed his back, strolled past him. "I know, I thought-holy shit-" "You like it?" Mimi spun around, grinned. "Huh?" she leant against the window, placed her glass on the ledge. "What do you think?" "They, um...they look amazing." Sven nodded, rushing forward, pinning her against the wall. "Damn." He kissed her hard on the mouth. "That is one ingenious bra." He sighed, trailing kisses down her neck. "I thought you'd like them." Mimi's eyes closed, her breath came heavy against his neck. "But-" she pushed him away, "You can take them off me, fold them and place them in my underwear drawer." "But-" he pulled a face. "Please. I want to save them for another time." She brushed his cheek with her hand. "It can be your first act of the night. See it as a warm up, hm?" "Okay." Sven nodded, kissed her again. "You can unhook the bra first, be gentle with it, it wasn't cheap." "Oh, I know." Sven smiled at her. "Thank you, Ma'am." "My pleasure, sugar pie." She beamed at him, pulled her arms through the straps. "Now the panties." Sven placed the bra on the bed, began edging down Mimi's underwear. "Stop." She grabbed his wrist, a smile playing about her lips. "Get on your knees and do it. Where you belong." She gestured to the floor. "You're to do just as I say this eveing, are you clear?" Sven nodded, blushing again. Mimi pinched his cheek. "You are an eager puppy, aren't you?" she teased, planted a kiss on his lips. "Yes, Ma'am." He nodded. "I am." "On the floor then." Sven knelt, inhaled the familiar scent of Mimi's perfume, all dark wood and crushed fruit. Once more, he edged his fingers into the thin, bruise coloured silk and edged the underwear away. He turned, folded the garments up, looked back at Mimi. "Good." She said, "now stand and place them in the drawer as I asked. Then, come back and sit with me on the bed." Sven did as he was asked, taking care to place the delicate fabric into the drawer. He closed the wardrobe and smiled down at her, crawled across the flat, cool cotton. "You have a different look tonight." Mimi mused, her palm pressing against his cheek. She shuffled around and sat facing him, the wine in one hand. "You seem nervous again, like the old days." She gulped the wine, her eyes watching him watch her, the breath caught in his throat, his lips slightly parted. She planted her glass on the nightstand and turned back to him, planted a solid slap across his face, delighted in the shock that bloomed under her touch. "Uh." He let out a strange, choked sound and then, kissed her again, desire coiling through him, rising up again. "Why would you do that?" he mewled. "Because I know you like it." Mimi kissed him back, rubbed the side of his face gently. "Don't you?" Her breath skittered across his lips, tortuously close. "Yes, I do." He said, his heart pounding in his chest he coughed out laughter. "What?" Mimi asked. "You're doing that thing." Sven wailed. "What thing?" Mimi's fingers trailed over his chest. "That thing." Sven repeated, his voice turning into an embarrassed mewl. "The thing where you do the cute voice and do bad things to me." "Oh." Mimi nodded. "You mean this thing?" her voice kicked up a notch and she pulled the widest eyes she could, her hand sank between his legs. "Well, of course." She snapped back into a level speaking voice. "Of course I would when it makes you pull such cute faces." Her fingers pinched at his cheeks. Sven groaned, pushing up toward her prying hand. "No." he laughed, "Oh, not this." He gave Mimi a sideways look, watched her laugh right back, his stomach turning. "Ohhhhh." The moan he let out was low and long. "The buttons." He sighed, "Always with the buttons." Mimi pulled her hand away, delighted. "This never gets old. Ever." She kissed him, straddled his lap, her hands pushing into his hair. "You are too cute," she leant forward, sucked at his neck. "You dirty boy." She purred. "Such a dirty little fucker, aren't you?" "Yes, Ma'am." His hand pressed into her waist, "This underwear is starting to fit funny." He sighed. "Maybe you should take it back." Mimi pulled away, raised an eyebrow. "I don't think I could, sugar." She stroked his cheek. "If they knew that a slut such as you had been wearing them then certainly not." She rubbed his chest. "So horny all the time, aren't you?" Mimi mused. "What a whore. I wonder if I should start hiring you out?" she said, her fingers toying with his nipple. She pulled, grinned as he winced. "What's that?" she asked. "I asked a question." "I, uh.." sven's mind blanked, desperate for her to push him down and kiss him again, for her to press her hand around his throat and sink onto him. "I don't know." He blushed. "That would be a fun assault on your perceieved notions of masculinity, wouldn't it?" she giggled. "Watching you suck other men's cocks. How shameful." Her face fell flat. "But I bet you'd be really good wouldn't you?" her fingers trailed lazily over his chest as she spoke. "I.." he bit his lip. "For you I would." "Would you?" Mimi asked, "Would you really, though? Away from all of these games?" she remained straddles on him, sat back against his thighs. "Could I take you to a bar, make you pick up a man and you'd really suck his cock?" "I uh.." Sven shook his head, moaned softly. The thought of sucking another man's dick for Mimi's entertainment made the underwear fit even worse than before. "Oh, for you I...yeah." He blushed, a slick jolt of shame running through him. "I bet I could make you do quite a lot of uncharacteristic things if I tried." Mimi mused, her fingers running through his hair with that familiar tenderness. "Do your friends know?" she said, her eyes illuminating again. "Do they know what a whore you are? What a two faced liar?" her face was inches from his, her nails pressed into him. "Do they know that this macho front is just bullshit?" she whispered. "That all you really need for that unfortunate looking cock of yours to get hard is to be on your knees? Hm?" she was still stroking his hair, her voice a soothing coo that jagged against the words, dissonant. "My darling, beautiful boy." "Oh, baby." Sven sighed, his eyes closed as he nuzzled into her palm, realised he wanted to cry. Mimi grinned, shuffled off him and scooped up her wine. "It's true though." She took a gulp. "For such a tall person you would have thought that your cock would have been bigger." She shrugged, affected dismayed resignation. "Still, who else would have you but me, hmm?" she stroked his face, swirled the remnants of the wine glass. "I don't know, Ma'am." He sighed, smiled up at her. "Ah." Mimi batted his hand away. "I'll decide when you touch me." She stood up, "First I want to touch you." She explained. "Focus your mind on the task at hand." Her eyebrows wiggled and she bounded across to the dresser where Sven had laid out the day's sex shop purchases. "Shall we play with the sleeve?" she squished it in her hand, pulled open a drawer containing lube. "Not that you have much of a choice, mind you. Take off your underwear." Sven set to the task immediately, wiggling out of his underwear, his now erect cock springing free, his guts still full of broken glass. "Good." Mimi poured a little of the lubricant into her palm, began slicking her boyfriend's cock. "Heh." She grinned. "That little shiver you do." She sighed. "So cute. So desperate." Sven gasped, grinding to meet her palm, his fingers twisting into the pale sheets. "Oh, fuck, I-" Mimi watched him, the low bass line of desire curling upward through her. Found herself liking the way he liked it even more, the thrill of his shame settling between her legs, lying heavy in her heart. She slipped the tube over his erection, watched delighted as he began to buck up into it. Mimi held it still let him do the work. "Well." The word made Sven open his eyes, then blush realising exactly what she was about to say, what he had done. "That was easy. You've been fucking yourself on that thing for a good minute or so." She pulled the sleeve away. "Wouldn't want to spoil all of the fun would, we?" she purred. "What a desperate little slut you are, sugar, hm?" she rubbed his belly, her fingers sinking achingly close to his erection then darting away again. "I think, maybe, sex is the thing that you're best at." She kissed him, her fingers running over his nipples, barely there, existing only as the gentlest of touches. "Maybe I should just tie you to something, force feed you Viagra." She laughed. "Use you as my fuck toy." "Yes." He breathed, his chest aching for her, nothing but the dark and interminable need behind his eyes, shimmering in his chest. "Oh?" Mimi leant backward, looked at him. "You would like to be my plaything. Really?" she grabbed his jaw. "You are nothing but a greedy cunt after all, aren't you? Led by that desperate little prick." "Yes Ma'am, yes." Sven nodded, his eyes closed, his chest tingling. At that moment, he was pretty sure he really would have done anything for her, gay sex or none. "I wonder if that cock could make me come?" she mused. "Could it?" Sven nodded. "Ma'am yes, you know. Yes, Ma'am." Mimi laughed, the same dark edge as when they'd been drinking coffee. "You know that the funnest part of your dick is that eventually," her fingers glided across the swollen flesh. "it hurts, doesn't it?" she giggled. "Your poor little prick starts to hurt." She pulled a face at him. "How delightful. God is clearly a dominant woman, don't you think? To think of such tremendous features as that and, of course, putting your g-spot up your bum." Sven laughed, "Probably." "I think so." Mimi nodded, kissed him softly. "And to make such, sweet, desperate little pricks like yours." She grabbed his dick, squeezed. Sven grunted. "Fuck, oh-I-" "Don't like that?" Mimi's hand returned to the languid rubbing. "Like this more." She asked. "Yes, Ma'am. I do." "Oh." Mimi let go, slapped his thigh. "Better not come yet, boy." "No." he shook his head. "I won't." "Good." Mimi leant back, caught Sven's gaze. He watched her back, a breath rising in his chest as he watched her slide two fingers between the folds of her pussy. She pulled them out, cocked her head at him. "I know you like this." She held her fingers out, made him smell them. "You like how my cunt smells, don't you? Like that bitter taste." Sven sighed, the breath nervous, desperate, his mouth now watering, his cheeks burning for just a single moment of her body pressed against his. Mimi giggled. "Licking your lips." She said, watching his teeth sink into his lip. "Lick." She held out her fingers, slid them between his gasping lips, made him suck them clean. "There. What a good boy." She wiped the saliva-coated fingers across his cheek. "Good boy."