Just a little something that I had knocking about. That I like and don’t know what else to do with.
Bruises. They’re everywhere. Mimi turned around and examined her naked body in the bathroom mirror. There was a purple bruise on her left buttock and four smaller ones on the tops of her thighs, neat and round like fingerprints, left there indelibly. “You’re mine” He’d whispered, “All mine.” as he’d grabbed her, dragging her towards him like a greedy child. Mimi shivered and grinned pulling her hair from her shoulders and faced the mirror again. There were not one, but three sizable love bites scattered over her neck, the moaning and grunting that came with them still in her mind. She grinned at her reflection and rubbed the one on her collarbone. No one had ever given her hickeys or bruises before. And she liked them. Liked the passion behind them. And even though she would top him sometimes, Mimi liked that they meant she belonged to him, liked the way they could switch back and forth between roles.
“What’cha doing?” Sven stuck his head around the bathroom door and slid behind her playfully.
She raised an eyebrow and poked him in the ribs, “Admiring your handiwork. How the hell am I meant to hide these at work? People will talk.”
“Then let them.” He said, his arm coiling around her, dragging her back into the dark. “Because there’ll be a whole lot more by the time I’m done with you.”