The kiss left Mimi breathless, her head spinning, lips swollen and aching. But it wasn't enough. It never seemed like enough. Her skin was still buzzing with anger, confusion, and that desperate need for something real—something that would prove Kijo meant every word she said.
When Kijo pulled back, her thumb brushed over Mimi's lips. "Go to the bedroom," she said, her voice low and commanding.
Mimi's breath hitched. "Why?"
"Because I'm going to show you," Kijo growled, her eyes dark and feral. "I'm going to remind you exactly who you are to me."
Mimi swallowed hard, the heat in her cheeks nearly scalding. She turned and walked down the hall, her steps unsteady but her resolve burning bright. In the bedroom, she paused, hugging herself as she looked around—this place that had been their safe haven and her silent prison.
She heard Kijo's footsteps behind her, slow and measured. Then Kijo was there, her tall frame filling the doorway, her presence electric.
"Take off your robe," Kijo ordered softly.
Mimi's fingers trembled as she obeyed, the pink silk sliding from her shoulders and pooling at her feet. She stood there in nothing but her lacy underwear, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
But she didn't look away.
Kijo stepped closer, her eyes devouring every inch of her. She reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Mimi's waist. "You're mine," she murmured. "You're not a toy. You're not a puppet. You're my wife, my partner, my everything."
Mimi's breath shuddered out of her. "Then prove it."
Kijo's lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile. She pushed Mimi gently onto the bed, her hands moving with a patient hunger. She started with Mimi's neck, kissing and nipping, her teeth scraping just enough to leave faint marks. Mimi gasped, her fingers fisting in the sheets, her whole body trembling.
You're beautiful," Kijo whispered, her voice a low, velvety murmur that sent shivers down Mimi's spine. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Mimi's ear, her breath warm and inviting. "Beautiful and strong and mine."
Mimi whimpered, her thighs pressing together involuntarily, her body already responding to Kijo's words. "Kijo…" she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and apprehension.
"Shh," Kijo soothed, her hands sliding down Mimi's sides, her thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin of her hips. "Let me take care of you."
Mimi nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as Kijo's hands continued their slow, deliberate exploration. Kijo's touch was firm yet tender, her fingers tracing patterns on Mimi's skin that made her squirm with pleasure. She gently pushed the robe off Mimi's shoulders, letting it pool around her waist, revealing the lace-trimmed lingerie beneath. Mimi's breasts were full and perky, her nipples already tight with arousal, and Kijo's gaze lingered on them, a hungry smile playing on her lips.
"So perfect," Kijo murmured, her hands cupping Mimi's breasts, her thumbs circling the sensitive peaks. Mimi arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as Kijo's touch sent waves of pleasure through her. Kijo leaned down, her lips capturing one nipple, her tongue flicking and swirling with a skill that made Mimi's toes curl. She sucked gently, her teeth grazing the tender flesh, and Mimi's breath hitched, her hands tangling in Kijo's hair, pulling her closer.
Kijo's hands roamed lower, her fingers tracing the curve of Mimi's waist before slipping beneath the waistband of her lingerie. Mimi's body trembled as Kijo's fingers brushed against her core, her touch light and teasing. She was wet, so wet, and Kijo's knowing smirk only added to her embarrassment and desire.
"Such a mess already," Kijo teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Eager for me, aren't you?"
Mimi could only nod, her cheeks flaming with heat. Kijo's fingers dipped lower, slipping between her folds, and Mimi gasped, her hips bucking slightly at the contact. Kijo's touch was slow and deliberate, her fingers sliding through Mimi's wetness, mapping every inch of her with a precision that left Mimi breathless.
"Kijo, please…" Mimi whimpered, her body arching off the bed as Kijo's fingers found her clit, rubbing slow, firm circles that sent sparks of pleasure through her.
"Patience, beautiful," Kijo chided, her voice a low purr. "I want to savor every moment of this."
Mimi's eyes fluttered open, meeting Kijo's intense gaze, and she felt a surge of desire mixed with a hint of fear. Kijo's dominance was undeniable, her control absolute, and Mimi found herself surrendering to it willingly, her body and mind both craving the release Kijo promised.
Kijo's fingers continued their slow, torturous dance, her touch alternating between gentle and firm, building the tension within Mimi until she was trembling on the edge of an orgasm. Just as Mimi thought she couldn't take any more, Kijo's other hand slid down, her fingers pressing against Mimi's entrance, teasing the tight muscle before slipping inside.
"Oh God…" Mimi moaned, her head falling back into the pillow as Kijo's fingers filled her, stretching her in a way that was both uncomfortable and exquisitely pleasurable. Kijo's thumb continued to circle her clit, the dual stimulation pushing Mimi closer and closer to the edge.
"That's it, baby," Kijo whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Let go for me."
Mimi's body tightened, her muscles coiling like a spring, and then she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of intense pleasure. She cried out, her body arching off the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets as Kijo's fingers worked their magic, milking every last drop of pleasure from her.
As Mimi's cries subsided, Kijo leaned down, her lips capturing Mimi's in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue tangling with Mimi's as she tasted herself on Mimi's lips. Mimi moaned into the kiss, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm, her mind reeling from the intensity of it all.
Kijo pulled back slightly, her eyes scanning Mimi's face, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "You're incredible," she murmured, her hands gently stroking Mimi's hair.
Mimi smiled weakly, her body still buzzing with pleasure. "Kijo… that was…"
"Not done yet," Kijo interrupted, her voice taking on a darker, more commanding tone. She pushed Mimi's legs apart, her hands gripping her thighs firmly, her thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "I want more of you."
Mimi's breath caught in her throat as Kijo's gaze dropped lower, her eyes locking onto Mimi's core with a hunger that made her squirm. Kijo's fingers trailed down, her touch light and teasing, before she leaned down, her lips brushing against Mimi's most sensitive spot.
"Kijo…" Mimi whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
"Shh," Kijo murmured, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "Just feel."
And feel Mimi did, as Kijo's tongue dipped into her, lapping at her with slow, deliberate strokes that sent shivers of pleasure through her. Kijo's hands gripped Mimi's hips, holding her steady as she devoured her, her tongue flicking and swirling with a skill that left Mimi gasping for breath.
Mimi's hands tangled in Kijo's hair, her body arching off the bed as Kijo's mouth worked its magic. Kijo's tongue delved deeper, her lips sucking gently, and Mimi's moans filled the room, her body responding to Kijo's touch with a fervor that left her breathless.
Kijo's fingers joined her tongue, slipping inside Mimi as she continued to lick and suck, her touch relentless in its pursuit of pleasure. Mimi's body tightened once more, her muscles coiling as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm.
"Kijo… I'm…" Mimi gasped, her voice trailing off as Kijo's tongue found her clit, rubbing firm circles that sent her over the edge.
"Let go," Kijo commanded, her voice a low growl. "Give it to me."
Mimi's body shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her crying out, her body trembling as Kijo's mouth and fingers wrung every last drop of pleasure from her. Kijo continued to lick and suck, her touch slowing as Mimi's cries subsided, her body slumping back into the bed, boneless and sated.
Kijo pulled back, her lips curved in a satisfied smile as she looked down at Mimi, her body glistening with sweat, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. "Beautiful," she murmured, her hands gently stroking Mimi's hair.
Mimi smiled weakly, her body still buzzing with pleasure. "Kijo… that was… amazing."
Kijo leaned down, her lips capturing Mimi's in a soft, tender kiss. "Not done yet," she whispered against Mimi's lips, her eyes dark with desire. "I want to feel you around me."
Mimi's breath caught in her throat as Kijo's hands gripped her hips, rolling her onto her stomach. Kijo's fingers trailed down Mimi's spine, her touch light and teasing, before she leaned down, her lips pressing kisses along Mimi's back, her breath warm against her skin.
"Kijo… what are you…" Mimi whispered, her voice trailing off as Kijo's hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her up onto her knees.
"Trust me," Kijo murmured, her voice a low purr. She reached for the bedside table, her hand returning with a small bottle of lube, which she placed on the bed beside Mimi. Her fingers dipped into the bottle, coating them with a generous amount before she trailed them down Mimi's back, her touch sending shivers of anticipation through her.
Mimi's breath quickened as Kijo's fingers brushed against her entrance, her touch light and teasing. She leaned down, her lips pressing kisses along Mimi's spine as her fingers circled Mimi's tight hole, teasing the muscle before slipping inside.
"Oh God…" Mimi moaned, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation. Kijo's finger slid in slowly, stretching her in a way that was both uncomfortable and exhilarating.
"Relax for me," Kijo whispered, her voice a soothing murmur against Mimi's ear. "Let me in."
Mimi took a deep breath, her body relaxing as Kijo's finger slid in deeper, her touch gentle yet firm. Kijo's other hand trailed down Mimi's back, her fingers tangling in her hair as she pulled her head back slightly, exposing the delicate curve of her neck.
"So beautiful," Kijo murmured, her lips pressing a soft kiss against Mimi's neck. She added a second finger, stretching Mimi further, her touch slow and deliberate as she prepared her for what was to come.
Mimi's breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. Kijo's fingers continued to stretch her, her touch alternating between gentle and firm, building the tension within Mimi until she was squirming with need.
"Kijo… please…" Mimi whimpered, her body aching for more.
"Soon," Kijo promised, her voice a low growl. She leaned down, her lips capturing Mimi's ear, her breath warm and inviting. "But first, I want to hear you beg."
Mimi's cheeks flushed with heat, her body responding to Kijo's words with a surge of desire. "Kijo… please… fuck me…" she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
Kijo's fingers withdrew, leaving Mimi feeling empty and aching for more. She reached for the lube, coating her strapon with a generous amount before positioning herself behind Mimi, her hands gripping her hips firmly.
"Ready?" Kijo murmured, her voice a low purr against Mimi's ear.
Mimi nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes… please…"
Kijo's strapon pressed against Mimi's entrance, the tip teasing the tight muscle before sliding inside. Mimi gasped, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation, but Kijo's hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her, her touch soothing and commanding.
"Relax for me," Kijo whispered, her voice a soothing murmur. "Let me fill you."
Mimi took a deep breath, her body relaxing as Kijo's strapon slid in deeper, stretching her in a way that was both uncomfortable and exquisitely pleasurable. Kijo's hands trailed down Mimi's back, her fingers tangling in her hair as she pulled her head back slightly, exposing the delicate curve of her neck.
*After Sex*
"I'm sorry," Kijo murmured between kisses. "I'm sorry for letting her make you doubt yourself. For not protecting you the way I should have."
Mimi's eyes blurred with tears, but she didn't look away. "I need to hear it," she gasped. "I need to feel it."
"You will," Kijo promised, her voice raw.
She pressed Mimi down into the bed, her dark eyes locked on hers as she slid her hands lower, her fingers gentle but firm. Mimi's back arched, a soft cry escaping her lips. The world narrowed to just the two of them—heat, skin, the ragged edge of forgiveness.
"You're everything to me," Kijo said again, her voice shaking with the weight of it. "Everything."
Mimi clung to her, her own tears mixing with sweat. "Don't let me feel like this again," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Don't make me feel like I'm not enough."
"I won't," Kijo swore. "Never again."
And when she finally pushed Mimi over the edge, her name was a prayer on Mimi's lips—a desperate, aching promise that neither of them would forget.
They lay tangled together afterward, the room heavy with the scent of sex and sweat and something softer—something like forgiveness.
Kijo brushed her thumb over Mimi's flushed cheek. "I love you," she whispered, the words a balm and a promise. "I know I don't say it enough, but I do. You're my everything, Mimi."
Mimi's eyes shone with tears, but her smile was real this time. "Then show me every day," she said softly. "Show me in every little way that you're mine, too."
Kijo leaned in and kissed her again—slow and tender and sweet.
"I will," she vowed against Mimi's lips. "Every day. Starting now."
And in that quiet moment, Mimi believed her.
To be continued