This is just a little something that I was playing about with because I’ve become a little obsessed with these hashed about semi original characters of mine. And hey, there’s nothing like a little kinky smut before bed. Sweet dreams everyone.
It was never any good. When Mimi got bored there were only two things she ever wanted, Food or sex - and this week she was dieting. Sven twisted his wrists against the tight ropes and shifted on his knees. His stomach was rolling with nerves and everything south of his hips was positively burning. He was painfully hard and his knees hurt from straddling the pillow for so long. He would have tried to beg Mimi to move him, but the thick strip of fabric that Mimi had used to gag him didn’t help matters at all. He heard her breathing softly behind him and smelt the familiar chocolate orange tang of her perfume. He moaned and tilted his head towards her as she circled her arms around him, rubbing his sides tenderly and kissing him on the cheek. He looked up at her and moaned again. He knew that he couldn’t hide the desperation in his eyes. He didn’t care, she had to do something soon or he would go crazy. Please, baby, please, he thought as she kissed him on the neck. He ground into her appreciatively, trying to get her to move him, to touch him, anything that might make the pain go away.
Mimi smiled deviously and pulled open the knot at the back of her boyfriend’s head. She loved seeing him like this. In fact, it positively made her heart melt to see her stunning, butch boyfriend incapacitated, his pretty baby blues doe eyed with desperation. She loved watching him pull and fight and ache and moan, his thick muscles useless against his bonds. She breathed against his neck and ran her hand down his torso, letting the gag fall away from his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, “ah, ah, augh…oh baby, do it now.” He breathed sharply as she grabbed his cock and pulled it gently. He felt the hot tears sting his eyes and he struggled viciously against the ropes around his wrists. She pulled him over so that his wrists twisted around above his head and he was pushed against the heavy, wooden headboard to face her. The tension seemed to run straight out of his legs and into his balls as his body hit the cold sheets beneath him. Mimi straddled him and he bucked desperately towards her. She raised an eyebrow and kissed him hard.
“Don’t get greedy, baby.” She chided playfully and he moaned against her.
“Oh fucking hell, Mimi, Just fuck me please, I can’t take it anymore.” He shook his head and pulled against the ropes, his feet pushing against the sheets.
She threw her head back and laughed and he felt the tears sting his eyes and heat spread through his chest as he realised how beautiful she looked naked and laughing. Well, not entirely naked. She picked up the piece of fabric and grabbed his face between her fingers and thumb.
“Hold still sweetie.” She smiled and kissed him again as she slid the fabric around his head. He gasped as the world disappeared and moaned against her. “oh no, don’t…don’t..” he was cut off as Mimi kissed him harder and tied the blindfold secure. Sven moaned with frustration and bit her lip. Mimi gasped and pulled away and the second he’d done it Sven knew what was coming. He felt her slide over his legs and then the impact of a slap to the side of his face, tingling hot against the cool air of the room.
“Hmm, you going to get feisty on me?” she said, a tinge of amusement spiking her tone, “We’ll see…”
“Mimi, no, no, no, no, I – “
For a moment, the room fell silent and then he felt Mimi next to him, pulling the ties loose from the head of the bed, sliding her hands up his arms, tracing his muscles with her fingers. He moaned again as she pushed her tongue into his mouth and felt his shoulders fizz as she pushed him down into the bedding letting him stretch and roll outwards across the cool sheets. She ran her hands over his torso and pulled his body upward to meet hers. Sven tried to roll her over but Mimi ground against him and held him down. He felt her push onto him and wound his fingers into hers, groaning appreciatively. He knew that whatever he did, she would get her way eventually: it was never any good.