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Mikasa noticed that with every deep thrust Annie’s toes came off the ground. She had the blonde bent over the arm of the couch in Annie’s room, the shorter girl reduced to her tip toes trying to comply. Mikasa could see where her hips had reddened rubbing against the fabric of the upholstery, and though a kinder person might reward or try to sooth the poor girl, Mikasa took her fingernails and clawed through the sensitive skin.
Annie howled meekly, fists clenching and wrists sweating where Mikasa had bound them with her scarf.
Deciding she liked having Annie just that little bit more at her mercy, she leaned more of her weight into her hips, pinning the girl completely off the ground. With a pleased grunt, she shifted her hips, grinding the phallus slowly and forcefully against the girl’s most sensitive spot, smirking as Annie visibly trembled underneath her.
Getting closer, Mikasa sped up, rutting against Annie in a way that reminded her instantly of an animal. Frustrated by her own lack of self-control, and her own base need to gracelessly get off, she reached around the small blonde and clawed viciously over her breasts, the nails of her left hand catching a nipple.
Annie cried out, and Mikasa was certain it was from pain rather than pleasure. For good measure, she brought her open palm down hard on Annie’s ass, digging her nails in where her fingertips landed and raking them up over the soft flesh, hearing Annie’s moan turn into a wounded hiss.
Mikasa knew the other girl was feeling pain, but as always she was fascinated by the muscles tightening around the strap-on, making it harder for her to maneuver it. She dug her heels in and jerked her hips a few more times, still refusing to do let the blonde’s feet touch the ground.
Helplessly Annie came undone, writhing against the couch and trying to claw at something, but unable to free her hands from their bindings.
Even after the blonde went limp, Mikasa continued for another several minutes, until she gripped Annie’s hips tightly and pulled them into her, leaning back and refusing to make any sound aside from the panting that escaped her throat.
After a moment of stillness, with each girl lying motionless just trying to breath, Mikasa reached for the straps at her legs, and silently unbuckled herself.
She left the silicone buried in Annie, stepping back into the shorter girl’s field of vision only to yank her scarf back into her possession.
Annie always disgusted her. Her masochism was sick, the desperation in her grunts and whines was boldly pathetic, and the amount of cum dripping down her inner thighs was excessive. She was a low life and a thug and apparently a slutty glutton for punishment, and Mikasa’s hands shook as she felt disgusting for taking part in it.
She left her there bent over the couch, knowing she was wiped out and hadn’t moved a muscle since she finished.
Mikasa is afraid to think too long on how freeing it is to have that small body at her mercy. To be allowed to abuse it, to hold nothing back. She hates that she thinks Annie might be pretty when her face flushes, and she feels sick to her stomach because she knows Annie is pretty when she’s in pain.