Chapter 1 - The Hook

Coming home was always nice. The house smelled of all the thing Mikasa enjoyed, so she stopped at the entrance to take a deep breath, smiling to herself. But when she entered the living room, she was disappointed to discover that it was empty. Her brows furrowed. Was Eren still at work?

“Baby?”, she called into the void, waiting for an answer.

“Bedroom.”, came his muffled answer, revealing his position.

Excited to see him, Mikasa took the steps two at a time, rushing into the room with a wide grin. Spreading his arms, Eren let her crash into him at almost full speed, stumbling back to regain his lost balance.

“It’s been just a few hours.”, he pointed out, a bit taken aback by her enthusiasm, but she was having none of it.

“I missed you.”, Mikasa insisted, wrapping her legs around his waist. With all the newfound strength of his, he should be carrying her all the time, otherwise, what’s the point of all his lifting? To prevent any further quips from him, she silenced him with her mouth, drawing out the kiss as long as humanly possible, and afterwards rested her head on his shoulder, while he just held her up for a time. It felt nice. Nice enough that she was close to falling asleep on him, when his voice woke her up.

“Miki?”

“Hmm?”

“You... uhm... feeling okay tonight?”

“Yes,”, she drew back to see his face, noticing the light grin he was wearing, “why are you asking? Something wrong?”

“Nah, everything’s peachy. I was just wondering…”, his eyes slid away from her face to the bed and back, grin widening, “if you perhaps wanted to play.”

Confused, she followed his gaze to see that there were several objects lying innocently on the mattress, the shape of them alone waking her up completely. So that’s why he was up here, huh? Making preparations.

“Is this because of your little accident?”, she asked, looking back at him, delighted to see his ears color. Honestly, she shouldn’t have even been surprised by it. Because what can you expect from a man that was denying himself for a month? So, when he finally did finish that stupid challenge of his and they were having their first intercourse, it was only logical that he couldn’t hold himself back and spilled himself into her just after few thrusts. He was embarrassed back then, by his inability to satisfy her, although she patted his cheek and said that its okay, that she understands. After, when Mikasa was clearing herself in the bathroom, the door opened behind her and Eren resolutely turned her around and pushed her up the wall, caging her in.

“Second chance?”, he asked, tone light.

“Give it your best.”, she agreed, once again letting him push inside her with a groan. And Eren did manage to hold on, waiting for her to finish first, as it was usual with them, even when it took him a lot of teeth clenching and sweating. So overall, it was a rather satisfying night of fucking against the wall. Normally, Mikasa wouldn’t tease him for it, but Eren was very prideful about certain things, and it was so easy to make him blush.

He probably expected her to jump down to inspect his offerings, but she had no intention of getting down from her perch, so she nudged him her heels instead, cue to move. Eren sighed in annoyance, but she didn’t miss the amusement hidden behind those emerald eyes. When he did carry her closer, she leaned in, and what she saw certainly sparked her interest.

“I wanted you to see it all first.”, he said, “Go through it, tell me if there’s something missing or something you don’t want to use.”

Finally accepting the truth, that she had to get down to truly check the stuff, Mikasa reluctantly let go of him, landing on her feet and sitting down on the bed, beginning her inspection. Collar. Okay, she thought to herself running her fingers over the soft leather. Leash. Couldn’t forget that. Gag, blindfold. Now things got interesting, as she brushed a baglike accessory, also made from solid leather.

“Arm binder?”, she guessed, half turning towards Eren. He nodded. They didn’t use those often, because you could restrain one’s arms just as easy with a pair of handcuffs. If you wanted to be super strict, another pair of cuffs on elbows did the trick. But if Eren was willing to use this, she had no intention of denying him. Right, now what was the next thing? Curious, Mikasa inspected the metal hook, the curved part ending with a ball. “What’s this?”

“Well, I’ll give you a hint.”, he moved next to her, tapping the circle on the end of the straight part. “I’ll clip this into the end of the binder.”

Well, if she would have her arms behind her back, restrained by the bag, and this hook would be hanging at the end of it, that would leave it in a very close proximity to….

“Wait a minute, you don’t want to jam this thing up my ass, do you?”

“No, of course not. I plan to insert it there, very gently.”

She turned the hook in her hand, watching the steel reflect the light.

“Just say no if you don’t want me to.”, he interjected, smiling. “You know I won’t mind.”

“Nah, its okay.”, she shook her head, placing it back on the bed. “I’m looking forward to it, actually.”

“Aw, that’s so romantic. Looking forward to having a hook up her….”

With a speed of light, she pressed a finger against his lips.

“No teasing. Not now”, she frowned at him, “You will have plenty time for that later. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”, he murmured against it, pressing a light kiss to the tip.

Nodding in agreement, she turned back, checking what she missed. There was the Hitachi wand, and even seeing it made the familiar fire light up in her stomach. Next came the nipple clamps, and she could feel her own peaks hardening just from seeing them. Okay, good enough. The last object on the bed was a rather large box, which when she opened revealed a pair of high heels. Very high, in fact. Mikasa turned to Eren, question in her eyes.

“Those will come in handy.”, a wink, “Later.”

Well, nothing wrong with shoes. After all, they did look pretty. Her inspection complete, she took a step away from the bed, nodding.

“Okay, I’m good with everything here.”

“You sure?”

“Yup.”, she smiled at him, “I know you’ll take a good care of me.”

Eren moved closer, brushing a hand through her hair.

“Go take a shower then, and once you come back…”, he leaned closer to kiss her cheek, “we can begin.”

 

Take a shower he said. And how exactly was she supposed to take a freaking shower in peace, while all she could think about was the neat collection he had prepared for her, for them. Envisioning all the activities they could do together… Oh my. Even as hyped as she was, she took her time, cleaning herself as properly as possible. Hygiene was important. Closing her eyes, she could almost feel Eren’s hands on her body, his mouth at her ear as he was whispering those dirty little things to her. When she finally did emerge from the shower, she was certainly wet, and it wasn’t all just from the water. After drying, Mikasa didn’t even bother with picking out any clothes. What would be the point? Eren’s eyes shot to her immediately when she re-entered the bedroom, watching her slowly unwrap the towel from herself and letting it fall to the floor.

“So, what now?”, Mikasa asked, excited enough to make her toes curl.

“Well, why don’t we take it at your own pace.”, he said, gesturing towards the bed. “Pick out the things you want me to put on you, choose the order. Your call.”

Ah, so he was giving her a measure of freedom here. Mikasa wouldn’t start with anything crazy, so she grabbed the collar, turning towards him with a crooked smile. Nodding, Eren came to her, taking the thing from her hands and beckoning her to turn around. The little sigh escaped her lips even when she tried to catch it, as the gentle hug of leather around her neck did bring back some very pleasant memories.

“You doing fine?”, he asked, tiny hint of mockery in his voice.

She nodded, not trusting her voice not to tremble if she would answer him. The buckle tightened, as Eren did it exactly as she wanted it to, loose enough for her to comfortably breathe in, but with every inhale, she could feel it against her throat, reminding her of its presence.

“All right, what’s next?”

With a slightly shaking fingers, she picked up the leash, allowing him to clip it into the circle in the collar. Next, she pointed at the heels, curious if he will tell her what’s it about now. He didn’t. Without a word, Eren kneeled, helping her slide into the shoes and securing them in place with the straps around her ankles. Damn, but those were real killer ones. The angle of her feet was almost the same as she would be wearing damn ballet shoes, greatly upsetting her balance. Right, time for the binder. Her hands obediently behind her back, Mikasa could feel Eren putting the bag over her arms, tightening it with multiple buckles. It took some time to put on, but it did immobilize her hands completely, robbing her of any ability to use them. Next came two straps over her shoulders, and it was done, her arms were useless.

“I know that I said I’ll let you choose.”, Eren long fingers ghosted over the hook, picking it up, “But I strongly suggest that you let me hook you up now. While we can freely communicate.”

A gulp of air later, Mikasa agreed, following his instructions to bend over. The heels were of some use even now, as they pushed her ass out, which was completely beautiful, as Eren commented. First, he connected the top of the hook to the binder, then came the familiar pop of the lube bottle, followed by his fingers, slowly circling her before dipping in. She gritted her teeth, but adjusted, and soon he was pressing in another one, stretching her. On Eren’s question, if everything is okay, she nodded, urging him to go on. When he deemed her prepared enough, the fingers disappeared just to be replaced by the metal, the coldness making her jolt.

“Sorry.”, he murmured, pressing it in. After a little bit of discomfort, the hook was all the way in, the ball at the end making her feel every movement she did. Well, this is going to be fun. “Why don’t you straighten for me, sweetie.”, he whispered into her ear, pulling at the collar. The question why was answered almost immediately, because the sudden movement made the ball inside her shift significantly, a moan escaping her, which in turn made him smirk. Smug bastard.

Her next pick were the clamps, knowing from her experience that the bite of them was so worth it in the end. As always, Eren took his time, first rolling her nipples between his fingers to harden them before closing the jaws of the toys around them, her peaks now connected by a silver chain.

With not many toys left, Mikasa nodded towards the gag, as she couldn’t pick stuff up anymore, and Eren graciously followed her wish, putting the rubber ball between her teeth and securing it behind her head. Well that left two things, and as the wand was definitely for later use, her choice was technically made for her already. Feeling like losing her vision now, Mikasa nodded towards the blindfold, saying a mental goodbye to her eyes.

“I promise you’ll enjoy this.”, he said, leaning forward to press a kiss to her parted lips before slipping the blindfold over her head, darkening her vision. “Now you see what I did?”, he asked out of the darkness, as Mikasa was robbed of any way to track him. “I took away as much of your control as I could.”, a hand slid over the leather arm binder, “I robbed you of your touch,”, the touch shifted to her mouth, “your ability to speak,”, the eyes, “your vision,”, his fingers closed over her ankles, “and your balance.” Out of nowhere, his mouth appeared right next to her ear, hot breath tickling her sensitive earlobe. “You are mine now, and I can do what I want with you. Isn’t that right?”

She couldn’t answer him, obviously, so she settled for a whine into the gag, hoping that he will take it as a yes. Suddenly, two fingers reached between her legs, pressing into her entrance. The unexpected intrusion made her body automatically try and move away from him, but all she could take was one step back before his other hand grabbed the chain between her nipples, tugging her back to him.

“Look at you, so wet for me, and all I had to do was tie you up.”, the pull on her nipples increased, upwards, making her whole body straighten as much as possible. Which, of course, put pressure on the hook inside her, making her eyes water behind the blindfold. “You love this, don’t you.”, he growled into her ear. “My little slave.” Oh, she did love it, but all Mikasa could do was another whine. Luckily, Eren seemed to understand, because the pressure on the chain disappeared, replaced by the tug of the leash, as he was leading her somewhere. Blind, out of balance, she stumbled after him, but there was no fear in her. She knew that if she would fall, he would catch her. The trust they build over the years with each other coming into play. They didn’t walk far before she could hear him sitting down, the leash guiding her to straddle him, knees on the sides of his legs.

“Now…”, he said slowly as she settled, eyes roving all over her naked body, “What am I going to do with you…”

He did a damn good job. She was helpless, on top of him, blind, unable to speak, with her arms tied behind her back. The hook inside her forced Mikasa to always have her back arched, otherwise it would pull mercilessly at her, which made her chest stand out beautifully right into his face, the nipples connected by the length of the chain so close that he could lick them with just the minimal effort. She was already wet, he could see the way she glistened, clear against the contrast of his clothes. Being fully clothed while your partner was naked, it spoke of the control he had over her for the evening, the one she gave him willingly, because she trusted him so much. It was rather lovely, really. Then again, he would make sure to fully take advantage of said state, before the playtime would be over. Wrapping her up in all these pretty things just to release her would be a huge waste of time, and he had none to spare. Some sweat has already collected on her porcelain skin, but Eren would make sure that she sweated much more before he would be through with her, that was for certain.

Robbed of her vision, she had no idea what Eren was doing, but he certainly wasn’t touching her. Mikasa frowned beneath her blindfold, whining to get his attention. She wasn’t needy, but if he took all this time tying her up, he should at least play with her after, otherwise what was the point? “Impatient, huh?”, he purred, his hands finally landing on her, making their way up her thighs to the sides of her body and back, not lingering long. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll have you shivering soon. I just wanted to… appreciate the view for a bit.”

Rustle of fabric indicated that Eren leaned somewhere, the sound followed by a click and the buzzing that she knew so intimately. “Excited for your old friend?”, he asked, the wand tapping on her stomach, purposely avoiding where she wanted it to be. “Well I can’t just give it to you, that would hardly be fair.”, something touched her ass, very lightly, sliding over the skin. Judging from the wideness of it, and the fact that Eren’s hand was close, so the handle couldn’t be very long, she guessed that it must be the paddle. “See, I brought another friend too, so why don’t we make a trade? Let’s say…”, he fell silent for a few seconds, most likely figuring things out, “ten paddle hits for half a minute of the wand on you. How does that sound?”

So, this was his game, huh? Trading. Well, the ratio of three seconds per hit hardly seemed fair, but she wasn’t really in a position to negotiate in the first place. She nodded, slowly, to show him that she understands and accepts his barbarous deal. “Okay, but before we start, we have to figure out a safeword.”, leave it to Eren to always put in a way out for her, even though she couldn’t remember ever using it. Still felt nice knowing that he looked out for her. “Since you can’t talk, we have to agree on something else. So how about this: if you want me to stop, all you have to do is stand up from my lap and take a step backwards. Is that okay?”. Well that was easy enough, and Mikasa agreed with another nod. “Right then,”, she could hear him taking a deep breath, and steeled herself for the impact, “let’s start.”

The paddle landed on her ass with a smack, her body jolting. It made her realize a few things. First, Eren wasn’t holding back, as the smack did sting rather severely. Second, the hit shifted the end of the hook inside her, adding to the stimulation, making the air escape from her lungs. But before she could collect her bearings, the second smack connected. “Normally I’d make you count, princess, but you seemed to have a bit of a problem with talking right now.” Oh, even blinded she could see the way he grinned about his own joke now. The image inside her head disappeared with the third hit, and fourth, and fifth… Finally, Eren smacked her for the tenth time, letting her sag against him, breathing heavily. The beating took its toll on her. Her ass was on fire, and the ball inside her was moved around so much that she wondered if Eren would even be able to pull it out in the end. “Shhhh, you did so well baby.”, Eren whispered into her ear, fingers playing with the ends of her hair, “You want your reward now?” The eager nods made him smile, and he turned the wand back on, gently pressing the vibrating tip of the toy against her clit. “Enjoy then.”

Mikasa should have seen it coming. Those deals with the devil that Eren did, he always sneaked in a condition that made him a winner in the end. True to his word, he did provide her with the wand, pressed right into her weak spot, but those little circles he did that made her go crazy weren’t there. Oh sure, so she had to move herself, because the bastard would just remain stationary for the whole thirty seconds he so graciously traded her. Biting into the gag in frustration, Mikasa moved her hips, but it was hard to find the exact way she liked, especially when she didn’t see anything. Just as she was getting close to finding it, the wand disappeared. “And that’s time.”, Eren said, “Wanna go again?” He won. Even with the reward being what it was, she knew that she craved it, would do anything to have the toy back on her. Defeated, she nodded again.

Another ten hits, hard, and provided to her in no rush. Her sadistic master took his time, circling the part of her ass he was going to hit before doing it, never falling into any rhythm, giving her no warning and no time to prepare for it. She even straightened her legs to the floor in an attempt to get some sort of anchor, a way to push against it, but the damn heels took away any sort of balance she might have regained if she was barefoot. Or wearing shoes that didn’t lift her feet almost all the way, letting only her toes touch the ground. The pain combined with the hook movements were draining her, slowly but surely, but Eren gave her no time to control her breathing, putting the wand to work as soon as he was done with the punishment. Knowing that he won’t move, she put her own body to work, using the little leverage she had with her legs on the ground to rub herself on the heavenly vibrating part as much as she could. It was better this time, and Mikasa could almost feel the tightening in her stomach before he stole it away from her. Again. “Another trade?”, he asked, oh so sweetly. Taking a shuddering breath through her nose, she nodded.

Rinse and repeat, things were only getting worse. The hits landing on the already hurting areas made the sting hard enough for her to start gasping into the gag with each one, the shifting of the hook only making everything close to unbearable. Her short session with the wand were slowly but surely getting under her skin, frustration piercing through her shell in the form of tears that started appearing in the corners of her eyes. When he took it away again, she felt like a child whose candy was just stolen. At least she was bound, because Mikasa had the feeling that she would murder Eren in cold blood right now, if she was free. Again, he asked her if she wants to do another trade, and Mikasa realized one thing. She was really a slave. Slave to her body, the cravings it had, and because Eren could control it so masterfully, that made her in extension his slave too. She could end it, they both knew as much, but she wouldn’t do it. Because while the realization of how much he can control her was humiliating, it for some reason felt so damn good, and the warm tingle at the base of her spine only served to drive the point home. Mikasa loved being Eren’s slave, as it was only for a limited time, and his mastery over her was freely given, with her always having a way to make him stop. So, yes, she agreed to another trade, and hated it, while loving it at the same time. After all, love and hate are very similar emotions, aren’t they?

Five times she nodded. Five times he spanked her and rewarded her after. Five times she did her best to move her hips against the wand, just for it to be snatched away in the moment she was falling into a rhythm. She hated it. She loved it. She loved hating it, that was the most accurate description. But when he took her pleasure away for the sixth time, it was too much. Mikasa broke, sobbing uncontrollably, curled against her tormentor. She didn’t want it to end, but damn it, couldn’t Eren throw her a bone? Didn’t she do enough? Balancing her on the edge again, that was his way, but those limits weren’t made to be broken.

“You did so well.”, he praised her, petting her head, “I’m so proud of you.” Well, he certainly fulfilled his goals. Sweat was now running freely over her body, combining with the tears that leaked from the edges of her blindfold, and some drool from around the gag. The crotch of his pants was also positively soaked, as she was completely dripping by now, desperate, just as he liked her. “You want me to make you come?”, he asked her, and was immediately answered by rapid nodding combined with a muffled begging from behind the rubber ball. “Shhhh, all right, I understand. Let me take care of you.” With that, he once again turned the wand on, pressing it against her. Mikasa’s back arched, eyes screwing shut because finally, finally Eren was moving his hand on his own, circling her swollen clit just the way she loved. In the same time, because he wanted to reward her for being such a good girl, Eren’s fingers deftly undid one of the nipple clamps, which in turn made her scream, the sound muffled by the gag. As the second clamp came loose, he let him lips go to work, pulling the extremely sensitive bud into his mouth, sucking lightly. Mikasa was losing it. After all the time being denied, the pleasure almost none between the harsh punishments, she was hit by a wave of it, stealing away her ability to think at a rapid pace. The tightening under her stomach was back, and this time, nothing stopped her. The orgasm hit her like a clap of a thunder, pushing all the air out of her lungs while she writhed on top of him, lost in the world of her body. Eren only stopped stimulating her when she was truly done, the whine in her throat one of oversensitiveness. Shivering, she sagged in his embrace, breathing heavily into his neck, while her kind master hugged her, waiting for her to calm down.

Eren didn’t know how long they were like this, with him stroking along the line of her sweaty back, counting the bumps of her spine, breathing in the scent of her skin. What pulled him out of his calmness was the feeling of her bumping into the side of his face with her nose. “What’s this?”, he asked, not sure what her goal was. Instead of answering, which she couldn’t do in the first place, she nuzzled into the side of his neck, insistent. “Do you want something from me?”, he asked, grinning. Mikasa nodded. “You want me to let you out of those bindings?”. A shake of her head. “Hmmm, what do you want then, I wonder.” She bumped the side of his face again, putting more pressure into it. Of course, he could always just pull the gag out of her mouth, but where was the fun in that? “Do you want the wand again?” Mikasa shook her head. “The paddle?” A resolute no this time. “Then… maybe you want a part of me?” A nod. “My fingers?” A shake. Well, that narrowed the options. “I think I know what you want.”

Reaching down, dangerously close to her slick heat, he unzipped his pants, letting his own excitement go free. The sound of the zipper caught Mikasa’s attention, and the delighted sound she made proved him that his guess was right. “Well, if you want it.”, he said, “You have to take it yourself.” Right, because just fucking her wouldn’t be good enough for him. Mikasa rolled her eyes beneath the blindfold, but couldn’t really feel angry at him, as the last remnants of her orgasm were still running through her system. Bracing herself against the floor, her heels scraping against it, she pushed herself to a standing position, careful not to move the hook too much, and tried to slide him in, but it was fucking hard when she couldn’t see. Two times he slipped out of her, but on the third one she managed to push past the head, and the rest was easy. Mikasa still went tantalizingly slow, lowering herself onto him, and Eren’s head fell back against the chair, low groan resonating through his throat. Each inch felt heavenly, as he was slowly sucked in into her tight heat, the penetration made much easier by how wet she was. “Fuck… Okay…”, the words came out feverish as he bottomed out, both needing a moment to adjust. This feeling, when he was buried inside her as much as possible, and she had him as deep as he could go, that was the one neither of them would trade for anything. This was the best.

As Eren was slowly coming back to earth, Mikasa seemed to wake as well, and before he could do anything she leaned forward, slowly, pressing her forehead against his. And then, she gripped him. Eren’s eyes went wide as he felt her iron hold on his member, the walls of her sex squeezing him with enough force to make him wonder just how strong she really was. “I guess this is my punishment for all the teasing?”, he asked, voice a bit shaky. Not that he was afraid that Mikasa would hurt him, not really, but she did get heated during times like these. She nodded, and even with a gag inside her mouth and the blindfold in place she managed to look smug. “I’m sorry?”, he tried, hands smoothing up and down her thighs. With a muffled chuckle, Mikasa leaned back, easing her hold on him. She did prove her point, after all. This was her show now. Even tied as she was, somehow she managed to top him from the bottom, and Eren couldn’t help but admire the woman. Now in charge, she started circling her hips, small ones at first, eventually fanning out to bigger ones. Deciding to let her do what she wants, Eren settled into the chair more comfortably, knowing that whatever she will do, he will surely enjoy it. Soon she changed it up, rocking back and forth now, muffled gasps combined with his, the fingers on her thighs digging a bit deeper. Out of nowhere, she stopped. The whine this time was Eren’s own, and he wondered if she was perhaps punishing him for his earlier teasing, again, but then she jerked her head in the direction of her crotch, and he quickly realized what she wanted. Retrieving the wand, he pressed it against her clit again, and Mikasa sighed happily, her movements resuming. She was getting lost in it, her tempo growing more and more intense, and before long she was bouncing up and down on him, her breasts moving in sync, creating rather an amazing spectacle before Eren’s eyes.

It was hard, riding him like this. She didn’t see anything, couldn’t say anything, and the hook inside her kept pulling at her anytime her hands moved too much. In addition to that, her footing was bad, because the heels were still restricting her contact with the ground rather harshly. But it didn’t matter. It was a challenge, and Mikasa Ackerman loved challenges. Eren had done this enough times that he could keep the wand pressed against her clit even as she moved, not missing a beat. He was pretty good with his hands, she had to give him that. The telltale signs of her orgasm were here again, increasing in strength, and before she realized it, the waves were on her again, washing all over her body. As in a fog, she heard Eren grunt and felt his own hips jerk up into her a few times, before he also found his release, the warm feeling spilling inside her. Leaning forward, she rested her head on his shoulder, taking a break from all this madness.

“Baby? You there?”, she managed a weak nod, and Eren rewarded her with a chuckle, “Let me get the gag from you.” Angling her head so he could undo the buckle easier, Mikasa felt his fingers on the back of her skull, working to set her mouth free. The rubber ball between her teeth came loose, and he pulled it out, returning her the ability to speak.

“So, how you doing?”

“I’m…”, Mikasa had to swallow a few times, her throat felt parched, “Good. Thirsty.”

“Right. You want some water now, or after I take the bindings away?”

She considered it for a moment.

“I can wait. Just get me out of this, please.”

“Of course, just give me a second.”, the blindfold disappeared, making her blink into the sudden light.

“Hello stranger.”, he smiled at her, and she could feel her own mouth twisting upwards.

“Eren, you know I love you. But can you please pull the hook out of my ass?”

“Sure thing.”, the grin widened, “Let’s get you… off the hook.”

Mikasa sighed. Eren laughed. Joker. She shook her head, unable to even feel irritated right now. Her joker.

His dexterous fingers were working on removing the metal from her ass, pulling it out as gently as he could. With a last tug, it came free with a pop, tiny moan breaking from her lips. Her ass was really sensitive right now. Next came the binder, the clasps and straps parting under Eren’s work, and her arms were free before she knew it. Shaking some feeling into them, she sat back, finally able to straighten her back without the hook digging in, but there was something else inside her now. Looking down, she realized that they never separated, and Eren was still buried in her, his member somehow coming back to life. Well, if he was offering…

The decision to stand up swiftly was a bad one, because her exhaustion and her wobbly legs combined with the fact that she was still wearing those killer heels Eren got for her, and Mikasa stumbled. She would surely fall, but he moved fast, catching her.

“Come on,”, standing up himself, he offered her a supporting hand, “let me help.”, and together they crossed the distance back to bed, where she sat back with a sigh, only to realize that her ass was quite thoroughly beaten and abused through the evening, so even the soft sheets made her grit her teeth at the contact. Eren’s fingers at her ankles, she could feel him unbuckling those hellish shoes, sliding them off her feet and finally, she could stretch her toes freely. Heavenly feel. Foreseeing that she would be as thirsty as she was right now, he handed her the bottle of water he had prepared, watching her take a few sips. Rejuvenated, there was now one more thing she was thirsting after.

“So,”, Eren’s hand moved between her breasts, wrapping the leash around his fist as he tugged on it, making her realize that she was still collared, “up for one more round?”

“I had a hook up my ass the whole night.”, she pointed out, “There’s a certain itch I would like you to scratch, yes.”

“Since you are asking so nicely.”, Eren’s mouth covered hers, and he was pushing her down on the bed, hands roaming all over her naked body. He was still fully clothed, she realized, the fabric of his shirt chafing her poor abused nipples, but she was past the point of caring about such trivial things. “Turn around.”, he whispered against her ear, pulling back to let her twist beneath him, bringing her ass up on her knees. The lube popped open again, and she felt a trickle run down her cheeks, for the second time of the night. As usual, Eren followed the idea the more is better than less. He didn’t make her wait long, and there was the familiar push into her, past the tight ring of her muscles, which she did her best to relax. Finally, after a bit more lube, he did move past, giving her just what she wanted. Her teeth pressing together again, her back made the perfect curve he loved so much, arching so erotically Eren couldn’t believe just how she managed to pull it off. Hips snapping back and forth, he buried himself into her, roughly, bending forward to latch his mouth on her shoulder, teeth scraping the flawless skin. She came beneath him soon after, moaning into the mattress, squeezing the bedding in her fists, pulling at it. Not ready to give up yet, Eren continued even as her knees collapsed, pressing her deep into the soft material with each thrust. Only when he couldn’t hold it back anymore, despite his best efforts, he finished, rolling to the side and collapsing next to her, chest heaving.

One tired, mutual cleaning later, she was lying on his chest, dressed in panties and his shirt, as usual, while he nuzzled her hair, breathing in the fresh flavor of the shampoo combined with her own, personal scent. His hair, also damp, was framing the scene, lying all around him on the pillow. He should really cut the damn thing, it was getting way too long. Yawning, he realized that he can leave that decision for tomorrow, right now, sleeping was way more attractive. Mikasa, who did most of the work today, was already lost to the world, her exhaustion taking over, softly snoring from time to time. She did so well, honestly, took so much today, and even thanked him in the end. Even as he rubbed some of the soothing cream into the skin of her ass, rather red after the spankings, she was sighing happily. Well, if she loved it so much, he certainly wouldn’t be the one to deny her. Anyway, why was he thinking about that again? What was the point? Eh, whatever.

Sleep time.