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Saudades

By: lipstickandligature



"Finally." Mimi wedged her book into her bag then kissed Sven on the cheek. "What happened?"

"Sorry. The presentation went over. I left Mark and the new intern to finish up. I just hope they like it." He pulled his jacket off and sank down next to her, kissing Mimi on the mouth. "Did you order yet?"

"Nope, I was waiting for you. I think the bartender thought I'd been stood up." She laughed, taking a sip of wine. "He kept grinning at me."

"Really?" Sven raised an eyebrow, looked over at the bar. "Huh." He shrugged and picked up the beer in front of him.

"Come on." Mimi laughed, rubbing his arm. "Don't get pouty on me, I'm sure he meant nothing by it."

"Yeah, I know." Sven shrugged again, a grin curling upwards, "I know."

"I'm a big girl, I can look after myself. You've nothing to worry about." She nudged his foot under the table. "You're ridiculous."

Sven rolled his eyes, "You're going to laugh at that all night, now, aren't you?"

Mimi nodded curtly, "Yup."

Despite himself, Sven laughed again and cracked open the menu. "Ooh, this looks good."

"Well, don't get too comfortable with it because I'm picking your dinner tonight."

"What?" Sven looked up at Mimi who was calmly perusing the menu. "Oh, I, um...oh." He nodded and conceding, pushed the thick card onto the table. "Okay then."

Mimi smiled, "Don't worry. I shan't pick you anything you hate." She flipped a page, " I just think that you need reminding sometimes that you need to calm down."

Sven smiled, touched, "Thank you. I-no, ugh-you're right. I need this. I need to switch off."

Mimi nodded, "It's been a long day." She curled her hand into his and smiled, "I want this dynamic as part of our relationship, our time together more and more," she explained, "And I know you mentioned the last time we played that you were coming to depend on it more, too. It just seems obvious, natural, you know? I want to show you every day that I love you." She kissed his hand. "Plus, I have had the shittest day ever hefting boxes around that office and when we get home I want you begging and pleading so I can fuck you senseless, okay?" She took another gulp of wine and gestured to the waiter.

Sven laughed, the tension melting away. Faster than he'd expected he found himself glowing; calm and happy and glad that Mimi was doing this. "I think I can manage that." He said.

On cue, the same waiter from earlier came over, eyeing them warmly.

"What can I get you?" He directed the question at both of them and in response, Sven nodded to Mimi.

"We'll both have the garden salad," she began, "Steak for him, with sautee potatoes, rare, and I'll have the chicken, no sauce, but with vegetables, no potatoes."

The waiter scrawled down the order and nodded, "Of course."

"Definitely gave me the side eye." Sven said, grabbing a handful of nuts from a dish in the centre of the table. "But anyway, I think I'm going to like this a bit too much." He blushed, gesturing towards her.

"Good." Mimi smiled and nodded toward his hand, "but put down the nuts."

"What?"

"Put the nuts back in the dish, baby. You know that you should never eat nuts you get in bars and restaurants. Terribly unhygienic."

"Why would they put them there then?" he grinned, devious, crunching loudly. "Huh?"

"Do what I say. Stop being frisky, come on." Mimi tapped the edge of the plate.

"Fine." Sven said, the nuts tinkling back into the dish. "There."

"Good. Don't want you getting sick." She said, her fingers locking into his again, "And also because I can say thinks and you'll do them. What's not to love?" she shrugged, refilling her water glass and then Sven's.

"When did you decide this?" he asked, swishing his beer around the glass. "Has this been on your mind long?"

"I've thought about it." She explained, "But then at about lunchtime today, I realised that I was tired and having a crappy day." She pouted melodramatically, "and I just wanted you. Nothing elaborate, just as my giant pillow to lean on while I hid under the duvet 'till Monday, just breathing you in. Then I remembered you were presenting this afternoon and thought how tired you'd be." She smiled, "See it as self-care, pet. For both of us."

Sven nodded, "It's like you can read my mind." He admitted, "I never thought I'd have this and you...you just keep getting better."

Mimi nodded, "You're not the only one, boy." She laughed, taking a gulp of wine. "I'm going to have trouble concentrating on the food, I think."

"Oh really?" Sven raised an eyebrow, "Might have trouble walking tomorrow too by the way this is going." He scoffed.

"Ha." Mimi threw her head back, shrugged, "Doesn't matter; It's Saturday tomorrow so I can stay in bed and send you out on errands. I'll stay in bed all day if I feel like it. And you can always kiss it better." She winked.

"You have got to stop this." Sven sighed, mock derision in his voice. "You're terrible."

"Why?" Mimi winked, "Having trouble concentrating?"

He shrugged, "Well, there's that but also, our food is coming."

Mimi grinned, "Good, I'm starving."

"So, am I allowed coffee then?" Sven asked, draining his glass.

"I was going to say no but maybe I'll let you." Mimi was pulling the flesh from a piece of orange, "Why don't you call the waiter over and find out."

Sven laughed, "Hang on, I'm beeping." He pulled his phone from his pocket and sighed. "Fuck."

"What?" Mimi dropped the rind into her dish, "What's up?"

"I have to go back to work. Shit." His hand fell flat onto the table, a little too hard. A woman at the next table looked up. "They hated it apparently, think it's too parochial." He made quote marks in the air with his fingers and sighed, his brow creasing. "I'm so sorry." He squeezed Mimi's hand tight. "I will be back as soon as I can and I swear, all of tomorrow I'm yours I just have to fix this."

Mimi sighed, nodded, a rueful smile crossing her lips. "I know. You go, it couldn't be helped." She sighed and kissed him on the cheek. "Why do toilet paper companies even need to advertise, anyway? Who doesn't use toilet paper?"

Sven laughed, "They want an edgier jingle. I have to go." He stood and slid a couple of notes across the table. "Here. It's my turn, I think."

"Yeah." Mimi smiled, "It is. Don't worry about this." Her hand flipped in front of her like a trapped bird, "Just one of those things."

"You're too good." Sven kissed her on the mouth and pulled her up, close to him. "Get a cab, go home. Don't wait up for me."

Mimi nodded, "I'll keep one eye open. Now go, toilet paper needs you."

Mimi watched him leave and gestured to the waiter for the bill and asked him to call her a cab that she took all the way back to Fforde Street. The wind whipped her coat against the backs of her legs and, not wanting to wait, she handed the driver the last note she had, telling him to keep the change.

She rode up to the fifth floor, comforted by the familiar smell of cigarettes and cleaning fluid that always lingered in the hallway. Once inside, she made herself coffee and walked straight to bed, pulling her clothes off as she went leaving her cardigan over the back of the sofa and her shoes under the coffee table. Her dress pooled around her feet at the foot of the bed and her bra was exchanged for a too big t-shirt. Mimi wriggled under the sheets and started on chapter two of Love In A Cold Climate. By eleven thirty she gave up waiting and tried to sleep, her coffee cold on the night-stand.

The sound of the front door snicking shut woke her up. It was 1:30 AM. Well, that night's over. She thought, annoyed that she was so dejected by it. It wasn't something that could have been helped. The space between the floor and the door illuminated, sending a wedge of light across the floorboards and then, vanished as Sven shut the door to the bathroom.

He eyed himself in the mirror and grimaced and then, sighed at his reflection. At least the job was done. He mused. For good, this time. He turned on the shower as hot as it would go and stepped under it, rubbing away the tension that seemed to exist as a tangible film over him, ran his fingers through his hair and finally, rinsed the soap off himself. He grabbed a towel and stepped out, aching for sleep and Mimi next to him.

He tried to be as quiet as he could, getting into bed, but before he could lie out Mimi spoke.

"You're back." She said, her voice a whisper in the dark. "Successful?" she asked.

"I think so." He answered, "Have you been awake all this time?" His voice was tinged with concern.

"Don't worry. You woke me when you came in. I heard you showering." She turned over and watched his face in the dark. "Oh," she smiled, "Collar."

Sven nodded, thumbing the thin band of leather, the metal tag. "It was going to be a surprise for the morning. I was going to make you an apologetic breakfast and be as pouty and coquettish as I could manage." He grinned in the dark.

Mimi laughed, her fingers curling underneath the leather, muscle memory springing into life, "You are too cute."

Sven shrugged, "It's for me as much as it is for you." He said, "I feel safer somehow, when I wear this, it's like I'm taken somewhere else."

Mimi smiled, her hand moving from his collar, settling on his belly.

"That's crazy isn't it?" he said, his gestures mirroring hers, his palm resting on her hip. "Wanting to play games like this when I'm a grown man."

Mimi smiled, the same rueful look she'd given him in the restaurant. "You're forgetting," she said, "It's not a game. It's not crazy." She kissed his chest, "And sometimes, we have to be a little crazy to stay sane, you know that?" She moved upward kissing him on the mouth, harder this time. "You know this is more than just a collar." She rubbed his belly and curled her arms around him.

"Always so full of advice." Sven kissed her forehead. "Are you tired now?" he asked, his fingers running over her thigh in tiny languid circles.

She shook her head, smiling, excitement replacing sleep. "No."

"Well then." He curled his arm around her and laughing, kissed her cheek. "That ma-"

"I know." She purred, her hands reaching downward, pulling his boxers off, "makes two of us." She kissed him deeply, muffling laughter, "I can tell." She threw his boxers to the side and her hands worked around his hardening cock in the dark, "Getting so close to having you to myself." She said, the words seeping through the spaces between kisses, "And then having it stolen away has just made it worse."

"I know. I know. Please just -- ow." His laughter mingled with a low whine of pain. "That hurt."

"Good." Mimi sat up and landed a punch to his chest, "I like it when you whine like this." Her other hand worked between his legs, teasing the very tip of his cock to life, listening to his breathing get jagged in the shadows. "And it's so easy." She said, "No need for fancy toys or metres of rope." The hand that was between his legs squeezed his balls at the same time her other hand grabbed a nipple. The air hissed between his teeth. "I just need you." She breathed, "And I know you want it, I know you want to make me happy so really," she bent forward and kissed him on the mouth. "You're a very easy mark, indeed."

Beneath her he moaned, her lips and hands were not enough; he wanted all of her then, to leave the world behind and be consumed by her; her smell, her touch, her taste, like oranges and summertime and coming home, he wanted all of her. Every time, she overwhelmed him and every time he was stunned that it happened.

"Come here," she leant over him and moved, straddling him in the dark. Sven reached out to flip the light on and she stopped him.

"Nope." She said, "Stay in the dark. It's less distracting."

On cue, his hand moved away and she pulled her t-shirt off and lay out next to him. "Finger me first. Not all the way. I'll tell you when to stop."

He nodded, his hand edging into her underwear. Mimi pulled them off and flung them into the dark, her breath caught in her throat as he moved, spread out on his belly, his fingers working in small, circular movements, tantalisingly slow.

"That face you make." His breath skittered across her cheek, "You look so pretty."

"Hm?" her eyes opened and she smiled, distracted by the tiny waves he was pushing through her. "Oh."

"It's one of the only times you're not self conscious." He kissed her shoulder, "I like that. So much."

She sighed, the breath pouring into the dark, and twisted her fingers into his thigh. "There." She said, "Oh God, yeah. More. Harder."

Sven pushed his fingers into her and curled upward, feeling his fingertips push against the yielding flesh. He sighed heavily, feeling the ache in his chest shiver and radiate through him, as though the need was a tangible thing, ready to split his flesh. "Please." He breathed, "I need you."

"I know." Mimi said, reaching up, cupping his face. "Come here then." She pulled him nearer, her hand running over his back. She twisted upward onto her arm and pushed forward to meet his body in the dark, her hand guiding his hip.

He mewled as he entered her, obscenities trickling across the tender curve of her neck. Her fingers wound into his hair and she pulled him into her, her hand flung around his waist.

"Just what I needed." She smiled, her fingers trailing down his cheek, resting on his shoulder as they moved together, comforted.

"I know." He smiled and kissed her again, his hands curling into her hair. She gasped and he moved slower, then stopped, peppering her face with kisses. Mimi laughed, then bit his lip, bucking forward.

"Come on." She curled her fingers under his collar, hugging him close. "A little faster, please, sweetheart."

He nuzzled her neck and then leant on his arms, "As you wish." He upped the rhythm and she let every move ricochet through her, her head rolling back, balancing on her arms as he pushed against her.

"Babe, yes. Oh, oh." Sigh ran through her and Mimi threw her arm around his neck, urging him on with whispered obscenities and sweetnesses, telling him just who he belonged to and how much she adored him. Sven grunted in response, moving faster and then, his eyes flying open, he slowed.

"Oh," the words came between breaths, kisses skittering over her flesh, "going to come-I-"

"Then do it." Mimi purred, her nails pushing into him, "Come, do it."

Sven pushed harder, moving quicker and then sower, alternating in zig-zagging, reticent thrusts until he shook against her in the dark, his mind blissfully blank, his hands curled into the sheets. Inevitably, Mimi kept moving, spreading her legs wider and pushing her fingers against her clit. She urged herself on, focusing on the satisfaction of his weight against her and the way he smelt. The feint sound of the metal of his collar clinking as he moved, the way his breathing got more ragged as she kept moving.

Her orgasm came suddenly, with no tightening of the belly or the slow smoulder that she was used to, pulling through her in a flash of crackling nerves and sudden shivers. Everything darkened, stunning her into silence, her eyes twisting shut. Finally, she fell limp beneath him, breathing hard and he moved, sitting backwards, rubbing her thighs.

"Oh." Her eyes widened in the dark and she remained quiet. Sven laughed.

"Good?" he kissed her shoulder, swinging out of the bed and fumbling for a towel in the dark. "Here." He gestured toward her with the towel.

"That was insane." Mimi smiled, "that never...that never usually happens."

Sven wiped her body gently and kissed her again. "What?" he looked concerned, "You mean you don't come?"

"No." Mimi shook her head, "I do but...that was....everything else is good but that," the breath escaped her lips and she curled next to him. "That was so good."

"You?" she looked up at him, her arm draped over his waist. "Hm?" Mimi curled her leg over his and kissed him again.

"Perfect." He smiled. "Can't complain."

"Good. Sleep now, hm?" She asked, lying against him.

Sven yawned, "Something like that." He pressed his face into her hair and rubbed her bottom. "Falling asleep so soon."

Mimi laughed in the dark and mewled happily. "Hmm."

"I love how you feel against me." She whispered. "Maybe my favourite bit, this is."

"Really?" he sounded incredulous, his tone knotted with sleepy laughter.

"Hmm." Mimi rubbed his belly. "Maybe. I like it when I'm curled up next to you and we're all tangled together, the rain going on outside."

"Sweet dreams, kitten." Sven kissed her hair and pulled the blankets over them. "Just as you like it."

Mimi purred in the dark. "Love you." She said, her mouth brushing his. "In the morning, you can do that again."

Saudades Ch. 02



Mimi woke suddenly, the sunlight streaming through the shutters. On the night stand her alarm clock blinked mutely. 10:36.

"What time is it?" the voice behind her mumbled, croaky with sleep.

Mimi flipped over and grinned. "Irrelevant." She kissed Sven on the nose and sat up. "Sleep well?" she asked.

Sven laughed, "Very good thank you. You certainly helped with that." He pulled the covers around him, yawned. "What time is it?" he repeated, lifting his head.

Mimi raised her eyebrow and picked up a brush, began pulling it through her hair. "Eleven Thirty-Six." She said, "Far too late in the day for anything businessy or constructive to happen so you may as well resign yourself."

"No, I know." He blushed, "I didn't mean it like that. I just wanted to know."

Mimi shrugged and exchanged the brush for a glass of water, swishing it around her mouth. She swallowed. "Well, now you do."

"That water is really old. You probably shouldn't have drunk it." Sven said, rolling onto his belly. "Don't want you to get sick."

"I think I'll live." Mimi rolled her eyes and sank back into the cushions, purring happily. "Kind of sad that last night didn't go how I wanted it."

Sven nodded, his arms pulling her closer, "I know. In the cab to the office I was imagining you in the restaurant having a control induced aneurism and being hit on by that waiter." He laughed.

"Shh," Mimi kissed him on the mouth, tangling their legs together. "I know. I was a bit grumpy."

"Hm." Sven kissed her on the forehead, "All done now though."

Mimi nodded, "Yes. And I know, I would do the same for you. Work is more important sometimes."

Sven smiled, "Not now though." He patted her bottom.

Mimi laughed as he rolled her over, kissing her hard, trapping her beneath him.

"Ow, hang on." She pushed him away, "Wait, you're lying on my hair."

"Oh, sorry." He moved back and watched her curl it back behind her, a stripe of sunlight against the bruise coloured sheets. "You see." He ran his thumb over her mouth, his eyes flickering over her face. "Now I just want to kiss you more."

Another kiss landed on the corner of her mouth and then another, stronger this time, his fingers winding into her hair.

"Stop." Mimi laughed, pushing against him, "It's quite sweaty in here, please." She giggled, pushing him playfully, her hands flat on his chest.

"Nope." He planted more kisses across her cheeks, sinking to her neck, nibbling at her collar-bone.

"Well then," she breathed between kisses, "You leave me no choice."

"Ow." He laughed, crying out and then falling to the side. "Fuck." He rubbed his chest.

Mimi giggled, "Nipple twist never fails." She curled her arm around him again, rubbing his belly. "We should get a tv in here." She mused, looking at the blank space of wall in front on them.

"And then we'd really never leave." Sven sighed, "Ah, X Box. Maybe we should." He grinned. "Yes."

"Ugh no. Anyway, the controllers wouldn't stretch." She said.

Sven pouted, his leg rubbing hers languidly, "I suppose that means I'd just be something to lie on while you watch Project Runway then, hm."

Mimi looked up at him, "Sounds perfect. We'll buy one later." She laughed, the grin curling upward, rising in her cheeks.

"What are you grinning at?" he rubbed her arm. "Hm?"

"I have so much planned today." She said. "A whole morning of play." She explained, her arms arcing above them. "It's gonna be so fun." She lay into him and kissed his chest. "And when I say fun, I mean hurty." She hooked her leg over his and kissed him, pulling herself upward then lying out. "I would like you to fuck me first though. Until I'm happy and hungry. Maybe some anal, we'll see. Can you?" she asked, stroking his face. "Do you want to?"

"Ugh." He grunted, "Kind of a chore, really."

Mimi sighed, barely containing her laughter, "Fine then, guess I'll just have to sleep." She rolled over, pressing her bottom against his hip and sighed melodramatically. Behind her she heard the clink of Sven's collar and then, inevitably, felt his mouth on her neck. "Like this?" he asked, his hand splayed over her thigh. "Hm?"

She nodded, moving now, grinding in slow, languid circles against his hardening cock. "Definitely. A little lower."

"Wet already." He said, moving himself behind her, sliding his cock between her thighs. "That was fast."

Mimi laughed, her eyes still shut, "Not really. I've been that way half the night and it's the week before my period so you're in luck."

"Oh?"

"Hm." She said, "Also, a lot of unresolved tensions from last night. I spent all day thinking about how I was going to fuck you and make you fuck me and make you hurt and give you cuddles and then it never happened." Her voice faded into a sing-song, teasing.

He groaned, "Oh god."

"Hmm." Mimi sighed, "I could literally do this for hours and not get bored. Makes me so horny." She kept moving, her bottom moving in tighter circles. "That little space at the top of my thighs. I used to hate my thighs." She sighed.

"Crazy girl." He grabbed her bottom, squeezing it just a touch too hard. "You don't see what I do."

Mimi rolled her eyes, "More on the neck please, you know I like that."

He obeyed, planting more tiny kisses across her neck and shoulders. "I know." He said, "Just want to eat you up." He laughed.

Mimi rolled over, giggling, "Can you just fuck me instead, please?" she said, her arm rubbing his shoulder tenderly, "I just want you in me." She mewled, fingering his collar. "Just be quiet and fuck me like I tell you to, okay?"

Sven nodded, "Of course." He shifted on his knees and their legs entwined, their bodies pulling together.

"Oh, baby." He pushed into her and kissed her cheek. Mimi's hand curled around his jaw, snaking up into his hair. She twisted it into a mouth to mouth kiss, her tongue pushing his lips apart as she met his thrusts amid the sheets.

"Faster." She said, "Really fuck me, I want you to do it so hard." She bit her lip, and watched him shift, the concentration building on his face. He let out a long sigh, hardening inside of her, her sighs of pleasure urging him on. He resolved then that this was his very favourite noise; better than any music he'd ever heard, not to mention, far more of an ego boost than he'd like to admit to.

"More." Her commands were breathier now and he watched her lick her fingers and push them into the folds of flushed flesh between her thighs. "Mnh, so good." She mewled, her eyes fixed on the hypnotic movement of him pushing into her, angling herself so he hit her sweet spot. Mimi rubbed her clit faster and lay back, spreading her legs, mewling louder as the familiar, delicious weight of orgasm burst inside of her, shivering down her legs. She shook, blissful and blank beneath her boyfriend, her legs curling around his.

"Oh," her chest rose and fell and she smiled, her face glowing. "Ugh, God. I-oh, that was good." She moved and on cue, Sven moved backward, wincing. "I know." Mimi leant forward, trailing her fingers over his cock. "I know just how close you are." She teased, her breath coming back to her.

"Please," he mewled, desperation in his eyes, his swollen cock twitching, "Oh baby, please-" his chest rose and fell and Mimi pushed him back down into the sheets next to her.

"There, lie back." She said, straddling him, edging her labia over his cock. "This is what you want, isn't it, sweetie?" she purred, leaning forward, kissing him on the mouth. "Want my pussy, don't you?"

"Yes." He breathed, "Please, do it."

Mimi bit her lip. Her hair falling forward. She flipped it out of the way in a slow, precise movement that dripped drama. She laughed. "Beg for it." She said, still rubbing herself against his hot flesh, "Beg for my pussy around your dick, baby." She rubbed her thighs and kept grinding, delighting in the desperation painted across his face. "Hm?"

"Please, please, please." He whined, his laughter fading, "It's starting to hurt."

"Oh really?" Mimi raised an eyebrow and smiled, devious. "What if I went nice and slow then?" she asked, sliding him into her, her thighs taught. "Up and down really slow." He moaned.

"Ugh. Please. I'm going to come soon. Please." He grunted, a giggle of frustration curling into the air between them. "Pleeeaseee." He begged again, bucking toward her.

"Hey." She slapped him on the thigh and he sank back into the sheets. "I'll decide." She said, "Not that it bothers me if and when you come."

"Oh..." he raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"Yes." Mimi's grin widened and her heart flipped in her chest. She leaned forward and curled her fingers through his collar. "After you've come, baby, I'm going to make you get on your hands and knees and lick me out." She whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Won't that be yummy? Hm?"

"Fuck." He pushed his cheek into the pillow and moaned, a familiar wave of shame and desire coursing through him. "Every time," he gasped, watching her grind against him, "Every time you find the right fucking button."

Mimi laughed and upped the pace, kissing him on the mouth, "Svenny, I know how dirty this makes you feel and you know how wet that makes me, don't you?"

He nodded, his fingers twisting into the sheets, "Yes, yeah." He gasped, "I do. I do."

"Good. " she rocked against him, leaning forward so that once more the edge of his cock was moving against her g-spot. "Oh, babe, so good." She sighed, "Your dick feels so good."

"Ma'am, I-"

Mimi had barely caught up a rhythm before he came, shuddering beneath her, his face empty as though it was unspoiled by life beyond their room. His eyes flew open and she smiled down at him, kissing him on the mouth.

"Love you." She said, soothing, her palm curling around his face.

"You too." He answered, his chest still rising and falling, the blood pounding at his temples. Sven couldn't tell if his mind was full or empty and he closed his eyes, breathing hard, his hands curled around Mimi's wrists.

"Are you going to lick my pussy now?" she whispered, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Sven smiled, his eyes still closed, trying to regain composure, "Okay then." His voice was quieter than before.

"Oh?" Mimi said, sliding off him and lying back, "This really is a button, isn't it?"

Sven nodded and opened his eyes, "Instant subspace." He admitted, "Big, floaty mess."

Mimi grinned, her arms curling around him, kissing him again, "God damn, you have got to stop talking like that." She laughed, "So hot."

Sven blushed, "Mmh." He shrugged. "Turns me on."

Mimi moved up the bed and beckoned him nearer, watching rapt as he sank beneath her thighs and pressed his mouth against the slicked folds, lapping gently.

"Oh." The sigh Mimi let out was bigger than she'd intended and her eyes flew open.

"I think that was it?" Sven looked up and smiled, "Like this?" he pressed his lips against her clit again, kissing it, his eyes flickering up, watching her face. Mimi's head and shoulders were nestled against the cushions, her pale cheeks flushed. The breath caught in his throat and he smiled, letting the warmth that was building in his chest to radiate outwards. He found himself perfectly relaxed, beginning to sink quite happily into the delicate space right before the subspace came over him and he was lost for words.

"Come on." Mimi ground her hips upward and, as requested, Sven sank down again and licked up his juices. He winced a little, the familiar saltiness hitting the back of his throat, the familiar weight of shame and arousal filling his gut like wet sand. He focused, working harder with his tongue as her breaths grew heavier, moving up to her clit as she'd shown him so many times before, the heat from her thighs against warm against his cheek.

"You've got it all?" she asked, looking up at him, her fingers stroking his hair.

"Yes, Ma'am." He said, his breath heavy.

"Come here." She patted the space on the bed next to her and he crawled forward, lying out next to her. "Such a good boy." She cupped his face with her hands and kissed him on the mouth, peppering his cheeks with kisses. "Are you hungry now?" she asked, one eyebrow raised, "I'm sorry, I can't not laugh."

"Stop it." He lay on her shoulder, blushing furiously. "I mean it, Mim, don't."

Mimi regained control of herself and nodded, "Sorry. I am. I would like toast and tea and a nice calm peruse of the paper.

He nodded, kissing her shoulder, sitting up. "I'll do it if you like."

"No you won't." Mimi said, her legs swinging off the bed. "I will. You know how particular I am about toast. Not to burned looking, plenty of butter, jam right to the edges."

Sven rolled his eyes. "You're so English." He sighed.

"Well, so are you." Mimi pulled on a thin t-shirt and began rooting through a drawer for some clean underwear.

"Only half actually." He laughed, " Plate of rosti and I'm good."

"You see. What a weirdo. Dinner food for breakfast. Anyway, isn't your mum from Chippenham?"

Sven nodded, "She is. Nice part of Blighty, too." He affected an English accent, laughing.

"Idiot." She slapped him on the bottom. "Come on, Pookie."

Mimi set the plate of toast onto the table that sat at one end of the sofa and moved the small coffee table against the wall. Then, she laid out the blanket she kept draped over the arm of the sofa on the floor and folded it over.

"What are you doing?" Sven asked.

"Making you a space, sweetie." She sat down and gestured to the floor. "Sit next to me pup."

Sven nodded, his mouth still full of food. "Happily." He mumbled. "Can I have some more?" he reached up to her plate.

"You've finished it already?" Mimi said, "You just walked from the kitchen and sat down, how have you eaten a piece of toast that fast?"

Sven shrugged, "It was like, four bites." He took a gulp of coffee. "Go on."

Mimi shook her head. "Nope. Lie down. I want to put my feet on you while I watch this." She nodded towards the television.

Sven nodded, "Okay then."

"Boxers off." She said, her toe edging under the elastic. "Good."

Sven flung them away and sighed heavily, the carpet pushing into his back, scratching at his bottom. Mimi waited for him to lie out and then rested her feet flat on his torso, one foot moving over his belly in slow, rhythmic movements.

"It's been too long since we did this." Sven said, "So nice."

Mimi smiled, "I know." She said, "You look pretty calm down there." She planted her cup back on the table and watched his chest rise and fall. His eyes were closed and his face was still with blissful contentment. "So pretty."

"Will you beat me later?" Sven asked, "You know, only if you want." His eyes flashed open.

"Of course." Mimi said, "Don't get funny about asking me things. Just because you're the submissive in this relationship doesn't mean you have any less power. I've noticed you doing it a couple of times recently."

Sven nodded, "I'm worried about topping from the bottom." He said. "I don't want to be, uh, you know, bolshy or needy or anything."

Mimi laughed. "Oh don't you worry, pet. I'd tell you if you were." She ran her toes over his jaw. "How about if I wrap you up again?" she said, "With just your dick out for me?" she grinned. "I've still got that tape."

"Oh yes." Sven smiled sitting up. "Yeah, can I have both?"

Mimi planted her foot against his shoulder and pushed him down to the floor again, "Such a greedy boy." She mused. "Of course."

"Ugh," Sven's eyes flew open, "But if that's too much then we don't have to. Will that be too draining for you? I'm just thinking of my dick here, I'm sorry I should have asked." His hands pressed against her leg, urging. "Are you sure?"

Mimi nodded. "On the condition you promise to snuggle the hell out of me later while I read."

"Definitely." Sven said. "That I can manage."

"Good." Mimi stood up and walked around him. "I'm going to shower and while I do, you can tidy up and eat breakfast yourself." She kissed his forehead.

"Thank you." Sven sat up and stretched, "I really mean it, Mimi."

"What?" she turned back and looked down at him, her eyes following him as he stood, stretching out naked in the middle of the room.

"I mean thank you for all of this. For the cute things you do and how patient you are with me. I feel like my submission is a bit embarrassing sometimes and you...you make it seem okay."

"Aw." She galloped forward and threw her arms around him, "Svenny. You know that's because it is okay, you big dork." She hugged him tight and he kissed the top of his head. "Don't ever think that this isn't okay. And also," she pouted, hesitating.

"What?" he squeezed her shoulder.

"Just don't ever think that this is a one way street." She prodded him in the belly. I'm kind of annoyed that you don't see this, yet. That I need it too, baby. I need you to submit to me, I need all of that compliance and dedication and pain from you, you know." Her hands were knotted together at the base of his spine. "You know I need you so much and without you, this wouldn't mean a damn thing." She hugged him, her palms resting on his hips. "You're adored." Mimi said, 'And needed, more that you could ever possibly begin to imagine. Do not make the mistake of thinking that this is a game or silly or a joke." She lay against his chest. "It's made me happier that you'll ever know. You have made me happier. So happy." His arms curled around her and she kissed him again, a low moan escaping her.

"I shan't forget it." He said, "Thank you."

She smiled. "Good. I shan't be long." She said, untangling herself from him. He nodded and turned toward the detritus of their breakfast in the living room.

"Okay." He said, his voice the simplest thing in the world, devoid of worry.

Mimi shut the door behind her and pulled off her t-shirt. She smiled at her reflection and, for the first time in years, saw the face of a woman who was truly happy. A woman who was safe. 



Saudades Ch. 03



"Did you check the internet?" Mimi sat forward on the edge of the sofa and pushed her foot into Sven's palm.

"Yep." He nodded, though didn't look up, focusing instead on the task at hand, making sure the deep red varnish went on evenly, that each toe was neatly polished. "Film starts at 5 like you said. We can get food after."

"Perfect. Careful, you're not spackling a wall, watch the edges." Mimi laughed, her foot twitching against her boyfriend's palm. Sven looked up, grinning, and then shifted backward on his knees.

"Sorry, I wasn't concentrating." Gently, the man ran his nail down the side of the toe, making the sliver of polish disappear.

"That's better. Finish with that one and I think that does it."

"I think, for a first try, that's pretty good." He grinned and looked up, screwing the lid back onto the bottle. "Don't you?" his voice was more hopeful than he'd intended; he knew Mimi had heard it too, that sudden, sharp inflection that asked the real question; Am I good enough?

"It's perfect, thank you." She planted a kiss on his cheek then stood, her hand pressing into his shoulder. "Oh, also, my sister has an art show at some new gallery in town next Friday. I spoke to her this morning and-" Mimi stopped, one neatly tweezed eyebrow raised, "Don't pull that face. It's one night and you know how important this is. She wants me to go. It's the first time she's shown her work publicly."

Sven sighed, "No, listen, it's not that I don't want to go, it's just that Alec is in town and it's the only night we'll have together before Marina comes with the kids. We'd already planned to meet."

"Oh shit, I totally forgot." Mimi planted her hands on her hips, watching as Sven stood then leant against the wall. "Well then, just bring Alec with you. Just stay for an hour or two and then go and heckle strippers or whatever it is you do."

Sven sighed, the air hissing through his teeth. "Okay, I suppose so." He conceded, " I don't think Alec and Olivia have met, have they?"

Mimi nodded, pushing off the wall and scooping a pile of old magazines off the coffee table. "They have. Do you remember, the year before last, she came with me to that party you threw back in the early days. I think it was for Alec's birthday, actually. They met then."

"Oh, yeah." He nodded and pulled the papers from Mimi's hands. "I forgot about that."

"Oh, you want these? I thought you'd read them." Mimi freed the magazines, watching him turn the stack and read the spines. "Sorry."

"Yep. And, here, give them to me. I should be doing this."

Mimi grinned the laughter barely hidden. "What would I do without you, huh?" She rubbed his cheek playfully.

"Well," Sven walked across the floorboards, dumped the magazines inside the bedroom door, grinning to himself. "Knowing you, Amanda, I'd say you'd still be pulling the first born, hyper independent act. Never letting anyone help you until you were too tired to do anything yourself and even then you'd be telling me-"

"Fuck off!" Mimi bounded across the room, landing a playful punch to the centre of Sven's chest. Her fingers unfurled and dug into him. "How dare you." She laughed, her cheeks colouring.

"As I was saying, you'd be telling everyone to fuck off." His arm curled around her and he kissed her on the mouth.

Mimi laughed, the kiss she returned quickly becoming fierce, her teeth pressing into his lip.

"Ow." His breath was hot against her skin but he sank back against her again, pulling her forward.

"Didn't stop you, though, did it?" Mimi teased, "From kissing me."

He pushed her against the table, then upward, sliding her over the scarred wood. "Nope."

"So then," Mimi grinned, "You'll come along next Friday? Yes?" Her hands hovered on his hips as she spoke, her fingers hooking into the belt loops of his jeans.

"Okay. I'll bring Alec and then we can go out after."

"Thank you." Mimi squeezed his hips playfully, slipping off the table. "Really, my sister isn't so bad when you get to know her. I know she seems a little...stand offish sometimes but you just need to give it time."

Sven rolled his eyes, "It's been two years, Mim. She definitely hates me." He watched her expression change and then exhaled, the breath hitting her cheek, conceding. "Okay."

"Thank you." Mimi said smiling, "Now go shower and shave. You'd better get ready at some point today."

"Yup." He turned and walked towards the bathroom. "Oh, by the way." Sven stuck his head around the door. "I would never go to a strip club now, you know that." He tilted his head and smiled, the door shutting heavily. "Quite embarrassing actually." He shouted.

"So you've never been?" Mimi raised an eyebrow, her breath curling in silver tendrils across the crisp, night air as they left the cinema.

"Well, a couple of times." He explained. "In college and for a couple of stag parties. You know guy events." He made speech marks with his fingers, his eyes rolling.

"Hmm. Of course and you never once were in any way titillated or aroused by a naked, gyrating woman, were you?"

"Ugh, no. Of course." He laughed, "It's just it always seems vaguely sad and everyone is obviously pretending and frankly, that shit is expensive."

"Only you would say that." Mimi teased, side-stepping a group of people huddled around a bus stop. "I don't even care. My dad and most of my male cousins were strip club patrons. No harm done and if there was then I'm sure they'd get a stripper heel to the eye." She said.

"Pretty much. Though I always found them a bit," he paused, his breath curling into long tendrils around them. "You know, stringy, strippers."

Mimi laughed, "Oh. The fake tans, the thin extensions. You were obviously not attending quality establishments." She said, 'I ended up in one with some friends a few years back and holy shit, they were beautiful. Really good spray tans. And arses." She continued, clearly impressed. "They must have done so many squats to get such good butts." She pouted. "I don't mind. I just found your answer surprising."

Sven harrumphed. "What? Because all men want to gleefully participate in the objectification of women."

"Oh please," Mimi tossed her hair over her shoulder, her arm pulling free from his. "You watch porn, you hypocrite. Exactly the same thing."

"No, that's different." He said, his fingers splaying in front of him.

"How?" Mimi asked, incredulous. "Both sets of people are being paid large sums of money to perform sexually. How are they different?"

"They just are." Sven said, crossing the street, guiding Mimi between the crowds walking the opposite way. "I don't know."

Mimi nodded, "Exactly. You're isolated from the real woman who does porn, she's just trapped behind a computer screen, buuut when women are right there in front of you with their lady garden in your face and you have to slide them money you get panicky." 

Sven sighed and jammed his hand into his coat pocket. He pulled a face. "Ugh." He said, "And now I feel a total twat. I didn't really think about it. I mean, I did but-" he sighed again, "No. I don't know what it is. I just feel like there's something sadder about strippers."

Mimi shrugged, "They earn more than I do." She said, "Most of them. I'm sure they'd slap you upside the head for patronisation like that. Rightly so."

"No, no. Dammit. I didn't mean to sound patronising. I just meant...god, damn, I don't know. It's fine. If those women choose to do that then, fine. I know people have always looked at people and so long as no one is being trafficked then that's okay but I just...just don't like them."

Mimi laughed, rubbing his arm, "You know you sound more German when you're angry. It's adorable."

"Now who's being patronising?" he raised an eyebrow at her. "I have no qualms with the legal, consenting sex trade. I just don't want some random girl's ass in my face. Or, I at least want to buy her dinner first, you know."

Mimi sighed, "I am never having this argument with you again, you understand? Ever." She sliced the air with her palms. "You know men are never expected to be objectified like women are that's the main beef I have with it."

"I thought you said we weren't going to have this argument again." He said, his arm curling around her.

She nodded, "Okay. For now. You gonna buy this ass pizza then?" she wiggled in front of him. "Huh?"

"Do I get a private show?" he asked, laughing, watching her shimmy in front of him, ignorant of the passers by as they walked. 

"Maybe." She grinned, grabbing his hand again. "If you're lucky."

Sven nodded, "That would have been more sexy if you weren't wearing 400 layers."

"Wearing heels though." Mimi grinned. "My feet are ice but they look good."

Sven nodded, "They do. Come on, the pizza place is up the street."

Mimi shook her head. "No, no. We can just call up later. I think we should play first, work up an appetite." She curled her hand into his, swinging it playfully. "We're two minutes away."

Sven groaned and closed his eyes, his shoulders rolling. "Ugh, damn, that sounds so much better than food now." He admitted, "You're right. Then we can eat and lie about at home."

Mimi nodded, "Exactly."

Sven hadn't thought of it much that day but now, as they walked hand in hand through the Saturday crowds he found himself tense and surprisingly irritated by the noise and the throngs of people. Like a nervous tic or a strange birthmark, Sven had never noticed how much he relied on being beaten as a form of stress relief until Mimi mentioned it. The week's tension seemed to have become a part of him, following him about like a stray animal. He rolled his shoulders, hyper aware, the thought of the sharp, stinging flicks or a dull thud of a flogger glittering in his mind.

They waited in tense, expectant silence until they reached their door. Before Mimi could produce the thin, brass key, Sven was already curling his hand under her sweater, pulling up her shirt.

"Eager." She mused, grinning at him and flinging open the door. "In you go. Shoes off. Clothes too -- not underwear." The door slammed with a thunk and she watched, a smile on her face as her boyfriend obeyed, the wintry layers peeling away with the tension. Her keys were placed in the bowl on the low table by the door and the tortuous heels kicked away. She shrank four inches then removed her coat and her jumper, leaving only a thin cotton blouse and dark trousers.

"There." Sven gestured toward her, his palms open. "I'm yours."

Mimi nodded, "Get your collar, bring it to me and I'll put it on for you. Should be in the bathroom where you left it. Meet me in the bedroom -- Comfier there."

She watched him leave and then, went to the bedroom herself, pulling the bag that they kept the toys in from the bottom of the wardrobe. She picked out a heavy paddle, weighing it in her hand, smiling to herself. Perfect.

"Paddle then?" Sven came in and held out the collar. "Why not that one?" he nodded to a thinner, smaller implement next to the toy bag. Mimi laughed, exchanging the paddle for the collar, the metal clinking around his neck.

"You only want me to use that one because it doesn't do anything." She laughed, "You won't get out of it that easily."

Sven shrugged. "Worth a shot."

"Here," Mimi began moving pillows and blankets on the bed, laying them out then gesturing to Sven. "Lie here." She patted the pillows on the bed, gesturing toward the space she'd made for him.

"Butterflies." He grinned, sinking to his knees and lying out over the bed, "Can I just-" he sat up and then began figeting on the bed.

"Arranged comfortably?" Mimi asked, music already in her voice. Sven nodded. "Good." She said, "Keep your hands in front of you. Ready?"

He nodded, "Yes."

"Sorry?"

"Yes, Ma'am." He repeated.

Behind him, Mimi grinned and started with slow pats of the paddle. "Nothing too harsh to begin with." She said, watching the muscles in his shoulders begin to roll, the tension becoming tangible. "Just relax." She sighed, "For now."

Sven laughed, grunting.

"You're complaining already?" Mimi said, mock disdain running through the words, ""We've barely even started." She upped the pace. With her free hand she reached out and rubbed his hip. He moaned happily. "That's it." She said to no one in particular, moving faster, the slaps getting louder. "Stop wriggling." She landed a hard blow to his right butt cheek, laughter following the crack of the paddle. "Keep moving like that and I'm going to have to tie you up."

Sven groaned, "Yes, Ma'am." He said, "I won't, I won't, I promise." He turned his head to the opposite side, the sheets cool against his cheek, the thudding blissfully hypnotic, his mind empty.

"You know," Mimi said, upping the pace further, landing slower heavier blows against his flesh, "I've used this for far longer and far harder on you before." She landed the paddle again, grinning as his hands curled into the sheets. "You're noisy this afternoon." Sven said nothing but grunted, moaning low. Behind him, Mimi smiled to herself, watching his body react to the blows, the tiny stream of noises he let out making her chest flutter. There was something indescribably beautiful about him laid out like this, vulnerable and making those noises, taking the pain she gave him that made her want to jump him right there. She smiled to herself, biting her lip and then, placed three harder swats across his buttocks. Predictably, deliciously, Mimi thought, he let out a high yelp and wriggled against the sheets, his toes pressing into the rug.

"Oh, you liked that?' Mimi asked, laughter dancing through her voice.

"No, no. Ma'am please can we stop, can we?" Sven wriggled, his breath heavy.

Mimi smiled, rubbing his bottom gently. "I don't think so. You're reddening up nicely. So pretty." She squeezed his bottom and then, returned to her ministrations, landing swat after swat over his reddening flesh. "There." She said, standing back to admire her work, "I think that was very effective."

"I know, I know. Oh, thank you Ma'am." Sven said

Mimi raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't actually referring to you." She said, lying next to him. "It's the strangest thing. No one talks about it. Everyone can see how submissives get into subspace. It's science, endorphins and nerves and pain receptors. No one mentions how I feel when I do it. How it's like my chest is hollow and full at once, how I feel strong." She brushed his hair out of his eyes, her foot rubbing his shin. "Damn, you looked so fine when I was doing that." She laughed, "It was like I could do anything."

"Oh, you can." He said. A long sigh followed and Mimi curled her hand around his shoulder pushing him down.

"I think you won't do anything today." She said, "Apart from being my play-thing."

He nodded, silent, a smile blooming across his face.

"Are you embarrassed?" she laughed, "I know you like that."

He nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Oh pookie." Mimi stroked his cheek and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. She rubbed his shoulder. "You know I think it's super cute though." She curled around him, his head on her chest. "Come on," she rolled him over and straddled over him, "I'm not done with you yet. So much more to do."

"Okay." He sighed, feeling the comforting warmth of subspace begin to tug somewhere deep in his brain. "Nothing too sharp, though, please. I don't feel up to pain today."

Mimi nodded, leaning forward, "Just humiliation, then, and me fucking you."

He nodded, his hand rubbing her thigh, "Thank you. Thank you." He breathed, the sigh coming from him full of contentment.

Mimi rubbed his chest gently then digging her nails into the flesh. "So funny the way you say that." She mused, her palms rubbing his chest. "Say it again. Thank me."

"Thank you, Ma'am." He said lazily.

"Tell me you love me." She commanded.

"I love you." He answered, a smile appearing.

"I love you, too." She answered. "Tell me you'll be a good slut today."

"I'll be a good slut today." He laughed.

"There's nothing funny about it." She grabbed his jaw, nipping the flesh, mingling the pain with kisses. "I want you moaning and begging by the end of this." She said, "I want you in pieces."

Sven nodded, his pupils growing wide and inky, the blue getting bluer. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Good." Mimi placed her hand on his throat and kissed him, the heavy fabric of her jeans dragging across his skin. She swung off the bed and pulled her own clothes off, her eyes never leaving his. Sven exhaled and watched her, layer by layer falling away until she came back to him, their naked bodies pressed together.

"Now," Mimi planted a kiss on his mouth and straddled him again, "Here's the thing. I'm going to blindfold you, gag you and then have my way with you, understand?" Sven nodded. "Good." She said, smiling. "Any questions? Concerns?"

He shook his head. "No Ma'am."

"Good." Mimi stood up again and pulled a thin piece of black fabric from the bag and a wide gag.

"Oh, that one." Sven said, "Knew it."

"I know." Mimi wiggled her eyebrows. "All of this, nearly a hood but not quite."

She manoeuvred his head upward and buckled the gag. "I can still grab you this way." She explained, pulling his ears. "Or here." She grabbed his nose, watching his eyes grow wide and his hands splay out. She let go and the breaths came heavy and hard through his nose, his eyes pleading. "Sit up, I'm going to blindfold you."

As commanded, Sven moved his head, shimmying back and sitting up. The fabric was a long, plain piece that Mimi had bought and hemmed specifically. She tied it in a flat knot and edged him back into the cushions. "There." She smiled, her hand running down his arm. "All mine."

She moved, climbing off him and stretching out next to him, littering his torso with tiny kisses, her hand curling around his cock, pulling it to life. Behind the gag, he moaned and bucked into her hand, his fingers curling into the bedsheets.

"Oh, you like that?" Mimi asked, her voice a sing-song. "I do too, pet. I like the way you thrash and moan for me, the way you wimper."

She rubbed harder and quickly, easily pulled more of the same from her boyfriend who sighed and bucked into her hand.

"Amazing, isn't it? The dark." She whispered into his hear and he turned toward her, his whole body tingling with expectation. "The way it makes things more noticeable. It blacks things out but it brings them to life so vividly, doesn't it?" she twisted his ear and he let out another mewl of pain. Mimi grinned, watching his toes curl. "And what about this?" she said, grabbing his cock again, "I could spend plenty of time this evening just edging you." She mused, "Playing with my cock, making sure I have plenty of fun and you just stay frustrated." She laughed, her mouth sinking over the turgid flesh. He moaned and reached out for her, the sensation making him aware of nothing but her mouth around his cock and the way, he knew, she took delight in him knowing it but not being able to see it. He whined, feeling the pressure build between his thighs as he inexorably sank into the submissive feeling he yearned for. There was still a part of him that dreaded it but he realised that it was getting smaller, fading. Though of course, he knew that the loathing made it that much sweeter when it came.

'You see." Mimi's voice "So obliging, aren't you sweetie. Moving for me like that." She kissed his neck, "I love it when you arch your back."

Sven moaned behind the gag, only then realising what he'd been doing. He sank back against the sheets and tried to stay still for her. Mimi slapped him on the thigh and moved onto him, sitting on his belly, her bottom resting tantalisingly close to his cock.

"Now then." Mimi said, "You're not to come, do you understand?" she watched him nod, "Good. If you do..."she tailed off, "Well then, you know what happens."




Saudades Ch. 03



Behind the gag, Sven mumbled, blushing beneath the thick leather. The though of having to lick his own juices from her for the second time on one day was both enticing and humiliating. He felt Mimi grab him again and push herself onto him, her thighs pressing into the mattress next to him, the weight of her palms on his chest heavier than before. Inevitably, it didn't take long before he was whimpering and bucking behind the gag, he knees pulling upward as he desperately tried to focus on not coming for her, knowing damn well that was exactly what she wanted.

"Okay, I think that's enough of that." She smiled, watching his hands reach out again as she climbed off him. She leant forward and pulled off the gag, making him gasp as she pulled it away, crying out.

"What?" he gasped, his head tilting towards her. "I thought that was what you wanted?"

"No, sweetheart," she laughed, stroking his cheek, "I want you a little more confused first. A little more tense." She paused, watching his cock twitch and his chest rise and fall. "Now. That vibrator you bought me for my birthday. Shall we play with it some more?"

"Oh. No, no, no. Please. I am so close to coming, baby."

Mimi laughed, pulling the simple, silver bullet from the toybag. "I know. That's half the fun."

"Oh." Sven moaned, "I can't."

Mimi turned the dial up all the way and sat back on the bed next to her boyfriend, "You'll have to." She said, the conviction in her voice clear. "No choice there." She placed the vibrator against his neck and watched him try to shirk away from it.

"Fuck. Don't-" he laughed, "Oh god, I-"

"I know." Mimi giggled, "I don't know...where it will go." She began dotting the vibrator around his body, over his nipples on his belly, trailing it across the inside of his thighs, giggling all the while as he jerked and twisted.

"Fuck, stop it." He said, laughter and frustration mingling together in his voice. "I can't. Oh, please. Please." He breathed, "Please stop."

"No." Mimi let it rest on his thigh and then watched as he stilled. "A little lower?"

"That wasn't really a question." He grumbled, "I know it."

Mimi placed the vibrator against his balls, making him thrash under her. "Hold still." She ordered, pulling off the blindfold. He blinked in the fading light of the room and looked down, trying to wiggle away from the vibrator. "Not that fast." She grabbed his thigh and once more, held it underneath his balls, her free hand cupped around them.

"No, no, no, no. Oh Christ." He ground against the vibrator, his cock hardening again, beginning to leak tiny beads of pre-cum. "Ma'am, please. Baby, I'm serious, I can't, I can't I-"

Mimi laughed and turned off the vibrator. "I know." She said, leaning forward and kissing him, her body pressed against his. "Fuck me, hm?" she said, the question rising in her voice. "Go on. Get on top of me and really pound me." She grinned, "I want you on me."

"Yes, okay." He rolled over as she asked, his arms curling around her, pressing her into the sheets. "I don't want to hurt you." He said, manouvering himself.

She laughed, "I like it. I like the weight of you on me." She hooked her leg around his hip, her palms cupping his cheeks. "A little higher, pet." She said, her fingers grabbing his collar. "Lean back ad move faster."

"Yeah." He shifted again, holding his own weight above her, he nuzzled against her hair, feeling her move under him, meeting his movements with an urgency he'd not felt for some time. She pushed her fingers against her clit and rubbed hard and fast at the nub of flesh, her foot pressed against his leg.

"You going to come?" she asked, her breathing heavy.

"No, no ma'am." Sven answered, hoping desperately that he wouldn't, trying to will away the ache between his thighs. "I won't."

"Good." She answered, twitching beneath him, "Good, oh god, harder." The words tumbled from her and Sven felt her rubbing herself faster, her movements unravelling, getting wider and messier beneath him. He said nothing, trying desperately to focus.

"Oh yes." Mimi sighed again and grabbed him with her free arm, pulling him toward her as she shook, her body pressed against his. Finally she let out a long sigh and pushed him away. "So good." She smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

"Please," he moaned, "Let me."

"Oh," Mimi pouted and then rolled over, running her palm over the swollen flesh. "I suppose I could help, couldn't I?" she said, the thumb running up the underside of his cock.

"Oh, god" he moaned, "Really nice." He exhaled happily, resting his hand on her hip.

Mimi began moving faster, watching his eyes begin to close as he sank into the movements, grinding against her.

"Oh, nearly." He sighed, "A litte more, more, more."

Mimi watched him move, laughing at his babbling as he began to grind and thrash against her palm. Just as languidly as she had begin she pulled her hand away and watched, laughing as Sven's eyes widened again then screwed shut.

"No, no, no. Fuck." He moaned, his feet curling into the sheets. "Oh." He wailed, the orgasm ruined between his thighs, his chest heaving. Mimi palmed the head of his cock and watched as his cock dripped and twitched, his face twisted with frustration.

She laughed, stretching next to him, her arm curling around his head. "Such a good fuck toy."

He nodded, looking up at her with wide eyes, all discontent and desire, then laid against her chest.

"Okay." Mimi said, her voice soothing. "Are you done? Calmer?"

Sven grumbled, curling up next to her. "Yes." He said, his voice low and quiet. "Pretty sleepy now." He said, "So good."

"Good." Mimi stroked his cheek, soothing, her lips pressed into his hair. "such a darling boy." She sighed, "You were so great and hot and adorable." She kissed him and he moved under her, their bodies twisting together, striped with lengthening shadows. 

"This weekend has been so fun." He smiled, his fingers grasping for hers, finding them.

"Good. I think so too." She said, lying flat on her back. "I could lie here all night." She smiled.

"If you get dressed, I'll bring the blanket and we can lie on the sofa." Sven said, "Watch a stupid movie or two."

"Okay." Mimi rubbed his arm. "Are you okay? Not too spaced out?"

He smiled, "I can't believe you ruined it for me." He laughed. "I think I'm still a bit surprised." He admitted, "But it was hot. I liked it more than I thought I would. We've never really done that."

Mimi nodded, "I know." She sat up and grabbed their clothes from the floor. "I know. Here, get dressed. Or put on some sweatpants or something."

She fished through the laundry basket by the door and found a towel. "Here baby." She wiped him off and then cleaned herself, dumping her dirty clothes and the towel back into the basket.

"I'll probably be a little low later." He said, sitting up and grabbing his underwear, snapping the elastic dramatically.

Mimi nodded, puling a too big t-shirt over her head. "I know. Me too." She shook her hair out and then, pulled it back into a ponytail. "But we have each other for that. Right, you coming?"

"Not if you have anything to do with it." He smirked.

Mimi raised an eyebrow, laughing, "Don't be a smart-arse." She said, "Get out there and bring me food."

He laughed and followed her back into the sitting room. "You know, sometimes," he said, "you're unbelievable."

Mimi laughed, curling up on the sofa. "Still do it, though, don't you? Indulge me." she teased.

Sven shook his head, nodding. "Every damn time." He said, "Every. Damn. Time."