Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  "Come then." Mimi whispered, tugging at his collar, "Puppy is probably very hungry."

  Sven nodded again and licked the thick fabric of Mimi's dark jeans. She grinned at him, her pupils getting inky and she bit her lip, the desire flashing through her. She stood and produced a small box of crackers from the paper bag. Sven raised an eyebrow and leant backward.

  "Get on your knees." She commanded, "Go on, sit like a good boy."

  Sven straightened his back and grinned up at her, growling playfully.

  "Good boy." Mimi flipped the cracker towards him and he caught it in his mouth, winking at her. She laughed and pulled his nipple playfully.

  "Is puppy being cheeky, hm?' she asked, producing another cracker and twirling it through her fingers, "If I give you a cracker will you be a good boy and sit on the sofa, hm?" she ran her hand across his neck and fingered his collar gently. "Will you?"

  Sven nodded and licked her hand.

  "Okay then." Mimi flipped the cracker away and it skidded silently across the parquet floor. "Fetch."

  Sven turned and pulled himself across the floor on his knees, picking up the cracker and crawling into the bedroom.

  "Hey," Mimi frowned and watched Sven disappear, "What's puppy doing?"

  She stepped into the bedroom and her mouth fell open.

  "Hey." She smiled, trying hard not to break character, "What's this then? What has Svenny got, hm?"

  Sven bared his teeth and growled a little shaking the thin green fabric from side to side.

  "Oh," Mimi gasped, glaring at him, "Why don't we put this down, hey?" she rubbed his neck again and tried to remove the nicest dress she had from her boyfriend's mouth. Sven gripped it tighter between his teeth and growled.

  Mimi squinted at him and he stifled a giggle from behind his mouthful of green chiffon.

  "Now then." Mimi cooed, "Let go of the dress. Let go." Sven growled again and Mimi grabbed a handful of fabric, "You know how I love it, baby."

  Sven's eyes glittered through the mesh that covered his face and he yanked it back quickly. There was a loud crack and the 50-year-old seams split open.

  "YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" Mimi took a swipe for him and Sven fell backwards laughing.

  "Oh I'm sorry," he breathed, "I promise I'll get it fixed." He kissed her hard on the mouth and looked down at the aged green silk erupting between them. "The hole's not too big."

  Mimi pushed him backward and smirked at him, planting a quick, stinging slap across his face. She turned on her heel and picked up the dress. Smart move, she thought, right in the seam. Convenient. Her heartbeat flattened out as she folded the dress up and laid it back into the bottom of the wardrobe. Mimi turned back around and her heart skipped up again as she watched Sven panting on the floor, his hair in his eyes and his chest heaving, the thick, dark stripe of his collar around his neck. Mimi shivered and strode forward, assertive.

  " Get up." She ordered, grabbing his collar roughly. Sven whined and felt the blood pool between his thighs. Just as he'd imagined.

  "Dumb animal." Mimi pushed Sven backward onto the bed and sat next to him gripping his collar again and mashing his face into the cool fabric of the sheets.

  "Bad boy." She shouted, "Very bad boy!" she used her other hand to yank down his boxers and drag him towards her thighs. He moved himself, helping her, aching for her, positively shivering as she trapped his aching cock between her thighs and planted a hard slap across his bare backside. "Ruined my favourite dress and think you can get away with it, hmm?" Sven shook his head and buried his face against her thigh. "What was that?" she asked. Sven let out a low whine and Mimi yanked his head back with the collar, "I asked you a question."

  "No," he gasped, "No, I don't. I'm sorry."

  " Are you going to be a good boy now?" she planted a kiss on his mouth and he brushed his lips against hers, grinding against her thigh as best as he could, the wave of unmet need arching through him. Mimi slapped his bottom again and he moaned under her, pushing against her harder as she let slap after slap fall across his naked bottom her other hand pulling tightly at his collar.

  "Now!" she said, " Come with me." Mimi curled her hand around the thick collar again and pulled Sven off the bed, awkwardly leading him through the apartment.

  "Sofa." She commanded, pushing him towards the pale green sofa in the middle of the room and disappearing behind him. Sven curled up on one end of the sofa and waited patiently, suddenly hit by just how surreal this evening was becoming. And by just how turned on he was.

  Mimi sat down next to him and produced a long leash that she clipped to his collar, giving it a little yank backwards. Sven groaned and lay in Mimi's lap again.

  "Don't want you wondering off on me again, do I?" she purred, tucking her legs underneath herself and pushing Sven to the side so that his legs hung over the arm of the sofa and he lay flat against her, his head in her lap. She turned on the TV and settled down to watch a makeover show that she knew Sven utterly hated. He groaned a little and buried his face in her jeans, nibbling gently at her thigh.

  "Stop it!" she tugged the leash and Sven looked up at her pouting. Mimi grinned and pushed his head into her lap again, "Be a good boy while I watch TV, okay?"

  Sven groaned again and lay down again, sighing heavily, positively aching with desire. He looked up at Mimi and then back down at his hard on. It was starting to hurt now and Mimi knew it. She could tell by the way he was getting fidgety and restless, awkwardly trying to grind himself against the sofa and failing. Sven reached between his thighs and palmed himself gently; he whined a little and began rubbing himself harder, slicking himself with his own saliva.

  "Stop it." Mimi purred, batting his hands away from his crotch and jamming them between her thighs then winding her fingers through hers, playing with his sticky fingers like it was the most natural thing in the world. Occasionally, she would reach over and run her fingers over his member, teasing him until he was on the very edge and stopping. He didn't know how much he could take, but regardless, he knew he would.

  At last, the programme finished and Sven found himself in the odd position of knowing that apple shaped people shouldn't wear shift dresses and that he was still horribly, painfully hard. He whined again and Mimi turned off the TV. She stood and looked down at him sprawled out on the sofa, leaking and gasping and looking a little sorry for himself.

  "Poor baby." She let the leash fall to the floor and began pulling off her clothes, letting them fall where she dropped them. "Puppy has had a long day. I think you need to come to bed, yes?"

  Sven nodded, not even attempting to hide the desperation any more. All he wanted was their naked bodies pressed together in the dark and her threats and the pull of the leash. Mimi stood in front of him naked and yanked the leash so that he was forced to sit up, his face pressed against her thigh, the smell of her sex making him light headed with desire.

  "Please," he gasped, his voice knotted with need, "Can I just have it? Please let me come, please."

  Sven sniffed and looked up at Mimi, heartbroken. She gave the leash another hearty yank and kissed him roughly. "In time, beautiful. You just be patient." Sven screwed his eyes shut and knelt onto all fours, Mimi's saccharine promises making him sweat and ache and whine in anticipation. He rolled his shoulders in a futile attempt to alleviate some of the tension but Mimi pulling him towards the bedroom again, the leash coiled around her hand, cut him short.

  She tethered the leash around the head of the bed so that her boyfriend could move but not escape and then lay out next to him, stretching happily.

  "Come here," she drawled, pulling him down onto the sheets and kissing him tenderly on the mouth, her hand running down his body and between his legs. Sven whined and cursed under his breath, his eyelids flickering.

  "You want to please, me, don't you?" Mimi asked, sitting up and straddling his naked form. Sven nodded breathlessly and Mimi yanked the leash forward, making Sven whine again and grind against her thigh.

  "Well then show
me." Mimi sank over her boyfriend's leaking cock, and ground against him, pushing hard and fast making his hands fly upward to the soft curve of her naked ass. He pushed upward as best he could and rolled his head to the side offering him to her. Take me, he whished, Please, baby, please.

  Mimi fingered his neck gently and ran her hands over his chest, rubbing his nipple gently so that he blushed and shivered under her, his fingers digging into her bottom again. She pinned his hands over his head, the leash still wrapped around her pale palm. He licked at her nipple and she pushed against him harder, feeling him tense beneath her. Mimi threw hear head backward and gripped the headboard, bending down and planting tiny kisses on Sven's neck, telling him about all of the things she'd like to do to him, alternating between pleasure and pain as she clawed and pulled and pinched at his torso, telling him what a good boy he was for taking it, her other hand working between his thighs. Sven's face sank into the cool sheets and he felt his shoulders arch and his balls tense as he came, Mimi's mouth hot against his ear, telling him what a dirty fucking animal he was. He shook under her and Mimi gripped his collar harder, her mouth pressed against his, alternating between kisses and abuse. She slid against him harder as she tightened, making him wince, his orgasm only half finished. She mumbled something unintelligible and fell forward, her mouth against his chest, her body shaking against his.

  For a few seconds they lay panting, twisted around one another, smelling of sex and sweat and leather. Mimi sat up and silently unhooked the leash from Sven's collar leaving it hanging over the headboard. She kissed him on the mouth and stroked his face gently, smiling down at him.

  "Good boy." She whispered, "You were perfect."

  Sven's eyes dipped and he blushed, "I should really thank you. I-"

  "Hey, Shh." Mimi kissed him again and curled up next to him. "You need some sleep and silence now."

  "Hmm." Sven closed his eyes and nodded happily, "Please."

  "Oh," Mimi swung her legs off the bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants, "And the number of a good seamstress."

  Sven laughed. "Sorry. I...that was probably a bad idea wasn't it?" He looked sheepish.

  "Yeah." Mimi answered, walking toward the kitchen. "But you're lucky it will mend." She pulled some food from the fridge and quickly hashed together several rounds of sandwiches. She walked back to the bedroom and threw a chocolate bar at Sven. "You don't actually deserve this after that" she nodded to the wardrobe and raised an eyebrow, "but you're still all subspace-y and high. Eat it."

  Sven nodded and picked up a handful of food, eating hungrily. Mimi lay against him and rubbed his belly gently, talking softly and peppering his face with kisses until she was happy that he had come back.

  "Thank you." Sven planted a kiss on her forehead and dumped the empty plate and the water bottle on the floor. "Perfect...everything."

  Mimi nodded and lay back down, curling up next to Sven.

  "How can I repay you?" he breathed, his fingers running through her hair. Mimi smiled and sighed again, still floating herself.

  "You already have." She answered, "Stop seeing this as a one way street." She laughed, "That was so hot. I like it. A lot."

  "Really?" Sven turned off the light at the wall and lay down, the sheets tangled around his feet, his chest tingling with post-sex endorphins, fizzing happily. "I'm really glad." He sighed, kissing her again.

  Mimi nodded and snuggled next to him in the dark. "Sleep tight, big dog." Mimi laughed and hugged him tightly. Sven snorted and stroked the hair from her face.

  "You know, I'm still wearing my collar." He whispered, laughing.

  "I know." Mimi's eyes remained shut and she pulled the covers around her armpits, grazing his chest with her lips.

  "Can I take it off?" he asked, "Please?"

  "Nope." Mimi answered, still not moving, "Try to sleep."

  Sven opened his mouth to speak but there were no words, there was no point. He growled in the dark and hugged her tight, the metal loop of the collar clinking. Mimi fingered his earlobe gently and her fingers traced the rough edge of the leather at her boyfriend's neck. She thumbed the metal, grinding herself against his thigh again and Sven whimpered in the dark.

  The End.

  The Day the Meteor Came

  When David emerged from the 96th Street subway station, there was a crowd of people staring and pointing at the dark sky. Usually, the city lights made it too bright to see anything, but David was able to see a bright streak of light descending over New Jersey. A guy wearing a t-shirt and shorts was staring at his iPhone and said, to no one in particular, "they are saying that it is a meteor, not a UFO. Nothing to be concerned about." The crowd began to disperse, and David looked at his watch. Only 8:00 on Thursday. He decided to stop for a drink at O'Malley's, a dive bar on the way to his apartment, for a beer.

  He walked the two blocks to the bar and entered, passing the smokers gathered out front. The smell of stale beer was comforting, as was the anonymity of a nondescript bar in the middle of the big city. Even though he came to the bar a couple of nights a week, David made no drinking buddies. He was content, for the most part, to nurse his beer, nibble on the stale peanuts and watch whatever sporting event was on the bulky old TVs. It was a nice way to decompress from the pressures of being a senior associate on the partnership track at the big downtown law firm that sucked up most of his life.

  The one exception to his lack of interest in engaging with anyone at O'Malley's was Donna, the bartender. Although she was a little rough around the edges, David found himself strongly attracted to her. She oozed sexuality and was the opposite of the manicured and expensively put together women at the firm, most of whom looked more interested in stabbing him in the back to get ahead than to sleep with him. Donna had long, curly black hair, piercing blue eyes, soft red lips and large round breasts, which she emphasized by wearing tight, low cut shirts every night, no matter the weather. David had worked at restaurants during high school and college, and understood that was her way to maximize tips. Over the past year, they had flirted some, but it never went past that, although David had, on occasion, jerked off thinking of her firm tits and the unusual cuff tattoo that circled her toned upper right arm. David assumed that Donna flirted with all the male customers, and never though he had a real chance. Not to mention that they were from very different worlds.

  He was not, however, celibate by any means. David was an attractive, young lawyer, making good money, and he was generally charming enough to get laid when he wanted to. He was, in fact, only three months removed from a nearly 9 month relationship with a junior investment banker, who, despite a stunning body and total lack of inhibition in the bedroom, ultimately bored him with her incessant chatter about debentures and tranches.

  Approaching the bar, he made eye contact with Donna, who was pouring a beer for a middle aged, paunchy guy. She smiled at him, then returned her attention back to the older guy, who took his beer and dropped a pile of singles on the worn wooden bar before turning away. David slid into the now empty spot and watched Donna's tight, jean-clad ass as she attended to another customer before turning to take his order.

  "The usual?" she asked, tossing her mane of hair and licking her luscious lips.

  "Yes, please," David said, as he watched Donna's breasts sway slightly when she turned toward the beer taps. She returned with the beer, and he dropped a 20 on the bar. David watched her ass again as she walked toward the cash register and returned with his change, which she neatly stacked in front of him.

  Donna leaned over, giving David a generous glimpse of her cleavage, then stood up and asked, "can I get you anything else?"

  "No, thanks," David replied, and Donna turned to attend to another drinker.

  David sipped his beer, slowly, and watched the Mets play the Braves. Occasionally, he noticed Donna as she flashed by, but the bar was too busy for talking. The brief that he was working on and the bullshit he had gotten from an arrogant junior partner began to fade from his mind as he fo
cused on the game and his beer. During an inning break, they cut to a news bulletin which described the meteor that David had seen earlier, and the panic that it seemed to induce among the tin-hat crowd who expected little green men to emerge.

  After he finished his beer, David picked up the bulk of his change, leaving a nice tip, waved to Donna, who smiled back at him, and left the bar. He walked the 3 blocks to his building, exchanged pleasantries with the doorman sitting behind his desk and took the elevator to his apartment. He got out of his suit into a pair of shorts and t-shirt, heated up the last of his leftover Chinese food and ate it while watching the Mets pull out a late inning victory, before brushing his teeth and getting into bed.

  * **

  As always, the NPR news on the clock radio awakened David, who got out of bed, and did a set of pushups and crunches before showering and shaving. Unlike every other morning, he did not put on underwear, a shirt, suit, tie, socks or shoes. He grabbed his briefcase and walked out of his apartment totally naked.

  When the elevator opened, he saw the older man from the 10th floor, also naked, with gray chest hair and a paunch, and the skinny woman from the 12th floor, her small breasts lying flat against her body, and her bony legs joining at an untrimmed bush of pubic hair. David entered the elevator, and nodded at both of them. As he walked out of the lobby, he also nodded at the nude doorman, who was distracted by the blonde, busty woman who was kneeling in front of him, giving him a vigorous blow job.

  He walked into the street, which was crowded, as usual for a weekday morning, but unlike every other morning, David saw only naked people. They were old and young, fat and skinny, short and tall, attractive and not, all walking proudly down the street, carrying bags, staring into smart phones, drinking coffee and chatting. In addition, people were having sex everywhere. Couples were pressed up against buildings fucking, performing oral sex, doing it doggie style bent over parked cars and even screwing in the middle of the sidewalk, requiring the pedestrians to walk around them, which they did, without comment or complaint. David heard the moans, grunts and screams of passion as he walked toward the subway.