#newyearsoon

There was only thing that he missed right now to be completely happy, and that was Mikasa. Unluckily for him, she decided that two days of rest were enough for her and went out a few hours ago to the gym.

“Gotta catch the times before the flood.”, she said, putting her jacket on.

“Flood?”

“You know, the new year resolution guys. January is always a killer.”

“Levi should be happy.”

She grinned, bending to kiss his cheek.

“I bet.”

As on cue, the door opened and closed, and she was back. Soon after, the couch dipped underneath her weight and she tapped her lap in invitation which he gladly took, resting his head there. Now it was just perfect. Mikasa’s fingers dipped into his hair, combing it, the black lines of her tattoo flashing against the pale skin of her wrist, while she hummed to herself, a melody he didn’t recognize. It was pleasing nonetheless.

“It’s getting so long.”, she said, scratching his scalp.

“Maybe you should cut it then.”, he offered. It was only fair, after all, he cut her hair too. Month and half since then, it grew out a bit, and now was framing her pretty face almost all the way down to the shoulders. She really did have nice and long eyelashes, now that he thought about it…

Wait, did he just notice that after five years?

“Maybe I should.”, Mikasa’s grip tightened a bit, and she tugged, “But I like playing with it.”

“Do you now.”, Eren turned on her lap, staring right up to her eyes, and smiled.

“I do…”, her hand slid down, ghosting over his cheek instead, “but there are other parts of you I like playing with more. I have some ideas I’d like to try out.”

“Is that an offer?”, Eren did his best to keep the excitement out of his voice, but it still trembled a bit.

Mikasa just nodded, her smile getting sexier by a minute.

“Then I accept. Wholeheartedly.”

“Well, in that case, we better cut your hair right away, no?”

One haircut later, the mane still reached down to his collarbones, but it was no longer such a terrible mess. Mikasa didn’t have the heart to cut it too short, because, in her own words, he did look good with long hair. A flattery. And now, with the evening slowly descending outside, they found themselves in the bedroom, eagerly expecting to start the game they both enjoyed the most. Mikasa already slipped out to get ready, and he was left waiting, as usual, the time stretching. Just as his knees started to ache, the door opened, and the play began.

“See, lately there were some concerns about me being heavy.”, Eren could hear the clicking of Mikasa’s heels as she came close, eyes trained downward as she ordered him to, the tips of her black shoes coming into his view. “So tonight, we will focus our training on endurance. Sounds good?” The silence that followed made him realize that she was in fact waiting for his answer.

Oh, so she remembered his little joke, that’s what she meant. Well, Eren guessed that he shouldn’t be surprised. Women tend to have unpleasantly good memory about certain things.

“Ehm,”, he cleared his throat, mentally preparing for what’s to come, “Of course mistress.”

“Let’s begin then.”

She was still standing in front of him, apparently still waiting, and it took him a few seconds to understand what she wants from him. Leaning down, Eren kissed the toes of her boots, one at a time, before straightening.

“That’s a good boy.”, she praised, petting his hair before walking behind him, putting the collar she pulled seemingly out of nowhere around his neck. “Tight enough?”, she asked, and when he nodded she rewarded him with a smile. The leash clipped to the metal circle at front, she tugged at it, giving him a clear order to follow her. While crawling next to her, Eren took a quick peak up to see Mikasa in all her glory, unable to resist anymore. Seems like she was really liking the latex catsuit, because today her body was covered by it, paired with the classic gloves and knee-high steel heeled boots, everything in her signature black color. As soon as he took her in, Eren looked back at the ground, not wanting to be caught in this little rule-breaking he committed. Mikasa’s punishments could be …. severe.

Luckily for his knees, as crawling was not exactly comfortable, they soon reached their destination, which showed to be nothing else but her favorite chair, large black thing, more of a throne really, and Mikasa sat down gracefully, guiding him with the leash to come into sidelong stop in front of her.

“Hands and knees, back straight.”, she ordered, and as usual, he followed immediately, getting into the position she desired from him. “No moving,”, she began, picking her legs from the ground and resting them on his back, crossed at ankles. “let the stamina training begin.”

Time is an interesting thing. It can either fly as an arrow, or crawl, like a snail, making every second seemingly as long as a minute or more. With the position he was in, Eren was certainly feeling the latter. While Mikasa seemed completely at peace, gloved fingers tapping at her phone, pointedly not paying attention to him, he started feeling all the little signs of your body that are ignored in day to day life. His knees were starting to hurt, as he was forced to hold the same position, the edges of her boots digging into his skin, and no amount of teeth clenching prevented him from doing what he craved. Changing his position, a little bit, into a more comfortable one. And of course, in the eyes of Mikasa, that was a mistake.

“What did I say?”, she asked, seemingly outraged, lifting one of her legs and dragging the sharp end of her heel over his beck, leaving a red line in her wake, “What did I say?”, repeating the question, she dug the other metal heel into his side, scratching him with the first one again. And again. Merciless

“No moving.”, he growled through his clenched teeth, this time against the acute pain.

“Is that order so hard to follow?”, Mikasa increased the pressure of her foot, and Eren could feel his eyes watering, “Huh?”

“No mistress. I’m so sorry mistress.”

Finally, she stopped, and he could breathe a relieved sigh.

“Now that just won’t do.”, with a sigh as if he was interrupting some very serious activity, she put her legs back on the floor, “Get me my cane, pet. I need a firmer punishment for you.”, the corners of her blood-red painted lips curved upwards, “And thank me first for the discipline.”

Knowing exactly what she wanted, Eren kissed her boots again, the instruments of the torture, before making his way to where the cane was, retrieving it, and bringing it back to her. Crawling, he was forced to hold the instrument in his teeth. Of course, she could always stand up and bring the cane herself, but watching him entertained her greatly, and it was a good reminder of who he was tonight. Her pet, nothing else. Presenting the piece of wood to Mikasa, which she graciously accepted, curling her fingers against the handle, Eren once again returned to his previous position. Swinging her legs back up on top of him, Mikasa reclined back in the chair, twirling the cane playfully. Eren didn’t do a bad job as a footrest. He held his position for a long time, not moving an inch, yet the slip up had to come, sooner or later. The pain from the scratches and his side, where she dug her heel in, added to the expanding repertoire of feelings that were bothering him. Honestly, he did his best to follow her order, to be still as a statue, but this game was rigged from the start. The pain, the humiliation, the fact that he was painfully hard between the legs, that was too much to handle, and a shiver ran through his body, one he was unable to stop. Which, of course, didn’t escape Mikasa’s eagle eye. The cane landed on Eren’s ass with a thud, sting spreading,

“Fuck”, he gasped out, unable to hold it in, which, of course, was another mistake.

Mikasa hit him again, the top of his thighs this time, and when he moved with the blow she repeated it. Rigged game indeed, because every time she hit him, his body jolted, just a fraction, but that was enough for her to justify hitting him again. If it didn’t feel so good, he’d probably be angry right now. Yet it was starting to be too much to bear. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t hold still, shaking with both excitement and pain, clearly breaking the established rules. So, as was her right, she punished him. Hard. The cane was raising and falling in an intense tempo, lighting his backside on fire. He couldn’t do it, not anymore. With a shout, Eren’s arms gave out, and he slid down on his elbows, tears and sweat running down his face. The motion made Mikasa’s feet, which were up until now resting on his back, fall off and land on the floor.

“Apologies, mistress, please… I….”, he was rambling now, the sensation too much. Blessedly, she understood, and the cane stopped in its movements, the punishment done. For now. Eren took a shuddering breath, not sure what expect next. He failed in his training, didn’t he?

“Seems like we will have to work on your stamina some more, baby,”, she said, looking over his collapsed body on the floor. “But not tonight.” The long exhale that left Eren’s lungs was clearly one of relief. He himself wasn’t sure if he could go on, because Mikasa surely wasn’t holding back with the cane. His whole body seemed to hurt, back scratched, ass beat, the point where she pressed her heel into him stinging.

“Come here.”, a soft whisper, and Eren obeyed, straightening up on his knees to look up at her. His kind mistress reached out, stroking his hair, and he couldn’t help and nuzzled into her touch, the latex glove cold on his skin. “You did well, baby, very well. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you mistress.”

“That’s a good boy.”, with a last pat, she pulled back and stood up, towering over him, cold and commanding, “But my boots were supposed to be on your back, not on the ground. They are dirty. Clean them. No hands.”

Bending again, with his back loudly protesting, the burning lines left behind by her heels stretched, Eren started planting open mouthed kisses on the toe and to the sides of her right shoe, wet sounds filling the room. It was awkward as hell, both because he wasn’t allowed to use his hands, and because she didn’t lift her legs, keeping both of her feet firmly on the floor. That forced him to keep his head almost to the ground, dragging his tongue over the latex. The work was slow, unrushed, perfect for them both. Eren could feel Mikasa’s breathing quickening as she watched him, because while licking her boots was an addicting activity for him, the same went for her. The submission he displayed turned her on rather quickly, it always did. It took some time for him to reach the edge of the shoe, where the catsuit was tucked into it, as it went all the way up to her knee, and when he did, she quickly ordered him back down.

“The other one. Now. “

Starting from the bottom again, as ordered, he slowly but surely worked his way up. Dragging his mouth over the toe, licking the sides, with Mikasa being more and more aroused by the second. To his surprise however, when he once again got to the top and grabbed the zipper between his teeth, as they always did it, she shook her head. Following the command immediately, he released it, not sure what she wanted from him.

“N-No. Down. Now.”, Mikasa pushed his head away, taking a step back. “We are done for tonight.”

His limbs felt like water, the high from the play still going strong, but there was something wrong with her, he could say that even in the state he was in. Confused, Eren mirrored her, coming to stand next to her, not sure what was going on. If she wanted to end the play here and there, he guessed that he would be okay with that, as she was the top for the night, yet for some reason she didn’t seem satisfied, arms crossed on her chest.

“What’s wrong? Miki?”, reaching out, he placed a hand on her shoulder, gently tugging her to face him. When she did, a tiny smile appeared on her face.

“You..”, she gestured to his neck, “You’re still collared.”

“Well, you are still in full gear too.”, he countered, pointing out the fact she was still wearing her catsuit, gloves and boots, only the footwear was now even shinier after he licked every part of it.

She giggled a bit, covering her mouth with her hand. Cute.

“Seriously, what’s wrong? Was I that bad?”

“No, of course not, you did well. It’s just… something I wanted to try tonight.”

“What’s that then?”, curiosity rising, Eren reached out to smooth a wild strand of hair from her face.

“I read that you aren’t supposed to have sex at the end of every play, because it…”, she waved her hand a bit, “breaks the character or something. I wanted to be as professional today as possible,” she gestured towards her figure, “I even picked out the outfit that shows no skin.”, a little adorable pout appeared on her lips. She was supposed to feel powerful, in command, but that wasn’t really working out. Her sex was aching for fulfillment, and she was expected to deny herself? How did that work. “I don’t like it. I’m insanely turned on right now, and I’m not supposed to let you fuck me. It sucks.”

“Well, you know. We can make our own rules.”, he leaned in to kiss her cheek, dragging his lips over the scar, “The only limit is our imagination.”

Suddenly, a gloved hand gripped his hair, and she forcefully pressed her mouth on his, tracing the outlines of his teeth with her tongue. “Get on the fucking bed.”, she growled, letting go of him and walking back to the place where they stored their toys.

“Yes mistress.”

He couldn’t spend all his time watching her ass, hypnotizingly swaying in the tight catsuit, he had orders to fulfill. Slowly laying down on the mattress, he still gasped as he lay down, because his back was scratched and beat, and it stung. Like hell. The clicking of heels announced that Mikasa was back, sitting on the bed and unzipping her boots, pulling them from her feet. Barefoot, she turned around and tapped the headboard, giving him a clear order to stretch his hands over his head, cuffing them afterwards. Seems like she still wanted to be in charge. Well, he wouldn’t question her lead. Once he was tied, Mikasa ran her fingers through the items she brought, pulling out a blindfold.

“I really liked how you took away my senses last time, so I’ll show you the same courtesy.”, she smiled down at him, “You’ll love it.”

Soon, he was blind, just like she wanted him to be.

“What am I going to do with you…”, Eren could feel her fingers, idly playing with his most private parts. Personally, he would very much prefer if they just fucked, right here and there, but it wasn’t his place to say. “I got it.” With that, her hand disappeared, and he could feel the bed dipping around him, indicating that Mikasa was shifting her position. A presence appeared, right above his head, soon followed by the unmistakable sound of her catsuit zipper opening, and Eren could smell her arousal, right above his face.

“I think I’m going to let you eat me out. Would you like that?”

He swallowed.

“Of course, mistress.”

“Good.”

The familiar heat pressing against him after was easy to identify, even blinded. The tricky part came now, as he was supposed to pleasure her with nothing to guide him. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t use his hands, and Mikasa was no help either. Few times he missed, licking her covered inner thigh, much to her amusement.

“Come on baby, try harder.”, she laughed, but didn’t guide him. That would be too easy. Determined to prove himself, Eren pressed on, and soon found his goal, his tongue encountering something wet and hot, which made Mikasa moan. There we go. Knowing where to divert his attention now, he pushed on with the task, mouthing her slit, tracing with the tip of his tongue the things he couldn’t see. But his quest only got harder. Now he knew where her entrance was, but finding her clit, that was another thing altogether. Delving in between her folds, Eren did his best, searching, but came up short.

“Need some motivation?”, Mikasa asked, in a voice that she did her best to be stern. It came out a bit breathy, nonetheless. Deciding to reward her faithful pet a tiny bit, she lifted her leg, and put her foot against his hardness, pressing it flat against his stomach. It wasn’t hard to understand her game. The more effort he put into pleasing her, the more her foot moved, giving him the friction he craved. It wasn’t much, but he was thankful for it. When he finally managed to locate her clit, and flicked it with the tip of his tongue, her whole body shook, and it translated into a very pleasurable massage on his groin. The closer she was, to better it was for him, and when Mikasa finally did come, with a breathy moan, he was very close to his own peak, almost spilling over his stomach. As he was licking her through her finish, drawing it out for her, he was about to reach it, but just before he could, the pressure of her foot disappeared.

“Can’t have you coming yet, baby, we are far from done. Don’t want to ruin my fun, do you?.”

And all he could do was grit his teeth and accept the fate that she bestowed upon him. The bed moved again, as Mikasa crawled away from her perch on his face, and then he could hear her looking for something, finding it, and coming back to him. She tapped the rubber ball of the gag against his mouth, making him open it so she could slide it in, buckling it behind his head. There, now he was in a similar position that she was, a few days back.

“It feels good, doesn’t it.”, she whispered right next to his ear, lips brushing it, “To have all your control taken away, given to me.”

It did feel rather nice, and Eren made his best to produce a sound of agreeing form behind the gag.

“There’s one more thing.”, Eren could feel Mikasa’s fingers on his nipples, playing with them, “Don’t think that I forgot about those.”

A tiny whine escaped his throat, and she responded with a delighted giggle, booping his nose. When the tiny jaws of the clamp closed around his nipple, he groaned, as the bite added to the pain he was already drowning in. “Shh.”, Mikasa cooed, putting the second clamp to work. The chain connecting them rattled afterwards, with her pulling on it, the bite worsening.

“I like you like this.”, she stated, tugging at the chain, “Under me, mute, blind, in my power. It’s intoxicating, really.”, she giggled, “How the tables have turned. Now, you are my slave.”

Eren let out a pleading whine, hoping that she will finally do something, anything, about his member, because it was straining wildly non-stop, all the way since she first used him as a footstool.

“Aw, needy baby.”, Mikasa seemed to take notice of his problem, and Eren was rewarded with the feeling of her fingers on his shaft, stroking, so tantalizingly slowly. “You want me to ride you?”

The “Yes, please.”, was muffled by the gag, although still audible.

Before he could collect his bearings, Eren was overwhelmed by the feeling of her tight heat, sliding down until she was sitting flush on his hips. Even the pain from his multiple punishments he took paled in comparison to this, and while it was still there, it was nowhere near as strong as the pleasure that was now coursing through his veins. That was cut rather short, as soon there was the click and the familiar tightening around the base of him, the ring being deftly secured in place. In a way, he welcomed it. While it was still humiliating, it’s going to prevent him from finishing first, and he always wanted Mikasa to be the one who comes before him, both because he simply wanted her to be satisfied, but also because the feeling of her coming around him, that was the best stuff. When Mikasa started moving, first in her signature circles, stretching herself, before rocking back and forth, Eren’s eyes rolled up beneath the blindfold. Once she deemed herself ready, the planted her feet into the mattress for leverage, hands reaching behind her to anchor on his thighs, and leaning back, she started bouncing. He wasn’t really fucking her, it was more accurate to say that she was fucking herself, simply using him as a human dildo.

Having the ring on was rather handy, because now he didn’t have to hold himself back at all. Blinded and gagged, Eren resorted to the only thing he could really be doing. Lying down and letting her take all the pleasure she wanted. It wasn’t the first time that she used him as a fucktoy, and he supposed that it was only fair, since he did the same to her number of times too. Equality. The sounds of her moving up and down, combined with her audible moans and his own, muffled ones, were soon joined by a buzzing sound, and it didn’t take Eren long to understand that she was using the wand on herself, vibrating it right against her clit. The mental image was enough for him to buck underneath her, pulling at his bindings like a wild animal, desperate to finally release. Just as he did it, Mikasa let out a rather loud scream, and her tempo faltered, the walls of her sex fluttering around Eren’s member. Only when she was done, Mikasa opened the ring, and once again began riding him. The buzzing of the wand didn’t stop, joined by the pull of the chain, as she was most likely hoping to get another finish out of this, but Eren spent nearly all the evening turned on, and he couldn’t hold it back anymore. Yet his member didn’t go soft, even as he came, because the tight heat of her walls kept stimulating him, right through his own orgasm, and Mikasa gladly took advantage of that. Up and down, she basically slammed herself onto him, again and again, the bed creaking with the strength of her trusts. And she came, for the second time, finally stopping the tireless machine that was her body. Underneath her, Eren was moaning weakly, knowing that he’s going to have so many bruises around his groin. Again. In their relationship, the phrase “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk” was applicable both ways. Mikasa’s riding was powerful.

“Well, I’m done for tonight.”, she breathed out once she climbed off him, “Hmm, you still seem full of life.”, Eren could feel her fingers, playing with his still hard member, “You wanna come again?”

Unable to answer, he nodded rapidly, hoping that she understood.

“Eager, so eager.”, tapping the head of his sensitive organ, Mikasa made him wince. “I have an idea.”, she declared out of nowhere, and Eren could feel her hand on the back of his head, pulling the blindfold away.

“Want you to see this.”, with that, she straightened on the bed, taking off her gloves and pulling the zipper of her catsuit open, freeing her chest from the tight confines of the bodysuit. It was rather a spectacle, watching it emerge, slowly, ivory against the ebony. After that, she settled between his legs, grinning. At first, Eren thought that she’s going to blow him, but then he watched as she pressed her tits to his shaft, one from each side, effectively creating a way for him to slide in. Mikasa’s breasts weren’t big, but they were perfectly shaped, and they fit around him snugly. With a last few adjustments she smiled up at him, the sight erotic as hell.

“C’mon big boy, fuck my breasts.”

As if he could ever say no to such a request. Hips snapping up into her, he did his best, and it only got better because she opened her mouth, flicking her tongue against the head. It took him no time at all to reach his peak, spilling over her chest and throat, groaning helplessly into the gag. Slowly, Mikasa crawled up over him, latex brushing against his heated skin, stopping only to pull the rubber from his mouth, and then she was kissing him, as messily and aggressively as before, with the hint of pleasured tiredness beneath it. Her tongue slid alongside his, taking all of him as he belonged to her, ending the lip lock with a savage bite to his bottom lip.

“Shower?”, she asked, breathless, when they separated, but somehow, even sweaty as he was, Eren didn’t feel like taking one yet.

“Another kiss?”, he suggested, making her smirk.

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“Please, mistress, kiss me?”

So, she did.

With both his back and front taking a beating during the night, Eren decided to sleep on his side, because even with Mikasa’s skilled aftercare applied, it still stung. The position didn’t matter much to her, and she snuggled as close as possible, partaking in his body heat. Footrest and a heater in one, amazing how talented her fiancé was.

“Where did you even get that idea?”

“What idea?”, Mikasa’s speech was slow, addled, as her body was falling asleep. It was funny, seeing the change from the merciless latex-clad dominatrix who left behind so many marks on his body to this soap scented yawning cute mess with damp hair in bed with him, yet Eren knew that those are just two sides of the same woman he loved to death.

“You know, the whole “no sex after scene” thing.”

Her nose twitched a bit.

“A website.”

“Website huh?”

Seeing him starting to laugh, she poked him in the chest.

“Hey! I took some ideas from there before, and I never heard you complaining.”

“I’m not saying it’s a bad rule,”, grabbing the hand she poked him with, he pressed a kiss to her wrist, right on the tattoo “just not for us.”

“It’s fine,”, she shrugged, putting her head on his chest, right above the heart. She liked hearing it beat, and the steady rhythm always lulled her to sleep. “I like making my own rules anyway.”, she added in a whisper, eyes closed.