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Maybe, just maybe, Zoey wonders if she should have done as she was told.
However, she had come to the conclusion (over the last year or so) that sometimes, pushing the boundaries and misbehaving just a little made things more…interesting.
And the predicament she currently found herself in, while most definitely interesting…was also most definitely fun: Restrained, gagged, and blindfolded on one of their dining chairs in the middle of the living room, naked and utterly, utterly helpless.
She leant forward, hips twitching down to try and get some pressure on her throbbing, neglected clit,wrists straining behind her back against fur-lined cuffs. Every time she tried to rock forward she could feel the small, firm plug Mira had slipped inside her ass press against the internal vibe in her cunt. Rumi had chosen that, handing it over to Mira with a shy but devilish grin. It was new–bluetooth controlled–and was gradually melting her brain at the way it wasn’t quite enough. The way it teased her g-spot with barely-there vibration was enough to make her drip, and clench and squirm…just not enough to make her come.
The line of drool dripping down her chin and neck was starting to cool, making her shiver, jaw slightly aching from the stretch of the ball gag lodged between her teeth. The blindfold over her eyes and the noise cancelling headphones snugly fitted over her ears meant she was reduced to focusing only on the sensations spiralling from between her legs.
She had no idea if her girls were even in the room...when suddenly, completely unbidden, the idea of them leaving her there exposed and vulnerable, actually and truly alone, drifted through her mind. She clenched involuntarily, letting out a low groan as her hips bucked from the illicit thrill but she knew they wouldn't do that.
They would never put her in a position that would make her unsafe.
Then the thought of them, sitting on the couch in front of her, watching her writhe and squirm, and drip and whine pathetically for their viewing pleasure sent another bolt of heat through her.
She could somehow feel their presence, feel their eyes taking her in, how she was slowly coming apart just for them. God, what she wouldn’t give for them to be touching her, to make the ache between her legs even worse with their deft fingers, nails scratching and teasing and pinching-
And the very thought of their hands on her skin dragged her memory back to why she was in this position in the first place.
She had been laying with her head in Mira’s lap, Rumi’s perfect fingers curling inside her, while Mira’s were pressed firmly against her clit-
“M’close..please…please-”
Rumi smiled blithely and worked a third finger inside her, making Zoey gasp then whimper at the stretch.
“You can take it baby…just one more edge for us?” Rumi said, like she wasn’t pressing perfectly against Zoey’s g-spot.
“I can’t- it’s too much-I-”
“Don’t even think about coming before we say so.” Mira husked into her ear, her other hand gripping Zoey’s hip while the pads of two fingers flicked gradually faster over her swollen clit.
Zoey felt her grin against the sweaty, flushed skin of her shoulder, knowing she could feel Zoey’s clit twitch and throb against her fingertips- “Uh-oh…you really are close aren’t you?”
“Yes! Please, please, please-”
They didn’t even get to tell her no again.
Zoey came with a strangled yelp, bucking and writhing, hips twisting against Mira’s grasp.
When she finally stilled, panting and still trembling a little, she let out a slightly hysterical giggle knowing that she was most definitely in trouble.
“Oops?”
She watched them share a fond but mildly exasperated look across her heaving chest.
They seemed to communicate wordlessly for a few seconds before Rumi crawled up from between Zoey’s legs, while Mira eased Zoey’s head from her lap and shifted to one side, slipping a pillow under Zoey’s neck. She held out a hand to Rumi who took it gratefully as she carefully straddled Zoey’s face, before settling down, moaning as Zoey’s tongue slid against her.
“We’ll work out what your punishment will be...after I use your pretty mouth to make me come.”
But even the best head in the world didn’t spare Zoey from her comeuppance.
They decided to punish her with the very thing she hated the most; no touch.
She could handle edges, she could handle teasing, but not being allowed to touch herself or have them touch her at all?
It was the worst.
Especially when her girlfriends are two of the most effortlessly sexy women on the planet.
Especially when they fucked in front of her.
Mira with her chest pressed into the bed, pleasure hazed eyes locked on Zoey, mouth dropping open with a satisfied groan as Rumi, patterns shimmering in the low light of the bedside lamps,eased Zoey’s favourite strap inside her.
And she just had to sit there and watch, hugging a pillow to her chest to stop her hands from wandering, feeling herself grow wetter and wetter by the second, but keeping her legs apart ,per Mira’s orders before they began, so she couldn’t even press her thighs together to relieve the ache between them.
So who could blame her if (a mere few hours later) she absentmindedly started to grind against a pillow on the couch?
She definitely wasn’t getting herself off in the living room so they would walk in and see her, she definitely wasn’t doing that so they would punish her, and she definitely hadn’t timed her little show so that Mira would see the moment she got home from a photoshoot, not at all.
The look on Mira’s face when she walked into the room and caught her, mid thrust, moaning and panting, sent a needle sharp shiver up her spine.
It went from surprise to arousal to that slightly imperious, cold look that meant that Zoey was in for it.
Really in for it.
Rumi had simply rolled her eyes when Mira told her what had happened over dinner that evening.
“What are we going to do with you?” She had murmured, reaching out across the table to brush her thumb tenderly over Zoey’s bottom lip.
“I have a few ideas...” Mira said, standing up behind Zoey’s chair to tug her head back by her hair, stooping down to capture Zoey’s lips in a breathtaking kiss.
And it was those few ideas that were now melting Zoey’s brain to the point she was sure it was leaking out of her ears.
At first she’d enjoyed it.
She had always enjoyed being teased, loved the feeling of being on edge, of the pleasure blossoming through her body, only to have it ebb away then grow again, over and over and over and-
But this was a new level of torture.
The pleasure had plateaued.
It didn’t grow, but it didn’t drop either.
Just pure, inescapable stimulation.
She felt like she'd been here for hours.
Blinded and muffled to reality, time seemed endless.
She couldn’t hear anything but her own whining, couldn’t stop her head from tossing back and forth in frantic frustration, jaw aching, clit throbbing, chest heaving, hips jerking and twisting, trying, trying to just feel more-
The gentle hand on her shoulder made her jump, but in a matter of seconds she knew it was Rumi and a moment later she felt Mira’s familiar touch on her knee.
The headphones slid off first.
“We’re here, baby. You look so perfect like this.” Mira’s low purr directly in her ear made her sob brokenly, trying to beg but her tongue was useless pressed against the gag in her mouth–all that came out was muffled nonsense.
The blindfold was next, slowly and gently slipped up and off her eyes. She blinked a little as her vision readjusted to the brightness of the room, thankful that Rumi was shading them from the light streaming through the window with her palm.
“Such a pretty mess for us-” Rumi whispered and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, thumb swiping drool from her chin.
Mira eased the gag from her mouth and she let out a little groan of relief, the dull but steadily growing ache in her jaw finally easing.
They both stood back, quietly smug, and despite everything Zoey felt herself blush as their eyes took in just how wrecked she was.
Finally her brain started working well enough to start begging.
“Please…please touch me, I need it, need you to fu-”
Mira pressed herself against Zoey's flushed and straining body, two elegant fingers held out expectantly.
“Open.”
Zoey instantly, unthinkingly obeyed, moaning as Mira’s fingers slipped between her lips.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Mmhmm!” She whined and nodded even as Mira pressed on her tongue, before sliding her fingertips along her teeth.
“Are you going to be a good girl now?” Mira pulled her fingers out of Zoey’s mouth with a lewd pop and gripped her chin, forcing her gaze up.
Zoey’s head bobbed up and down obediently, eager to please, to prove to them just how good she could be-
“Yes, I promise! I’ll be so good for you please-ah!”
She yelped as Rumi suddenly pressed a wand against her. It wasn’t even on its highest setting but the vibration against her clit made her eyes roll back in her head.
Where the hell had that even come from?
“It won't take much, will it baby?” Rumi cooed, circling it deliberately over her denied, aching clit-
“Oh God, please, need to come-”
“Yeah, I bet.” Mira grinned, giving Zoey's head a little shake from the grip on her chin. “That’s all you can think about, huh? Making that needy cunt of yours feel good?”
She slipped her thumb back into Zoey’s mouth, chuckling when she moaned and automatically started to suck on it. “Slut.”
Fuck, she was so close.
“Come for us baby-” Rumi whispered, nails digging into the soft skin of Zoey’s thigh, pressing the wand against her even harder and flicking the button up to the next setting.
That was all it took.
Zoey’s back arched, hands tugging against the restraints, stars sparking behind her now tightly shut eyes. She was dimly aware of Rumi having to grab hold of the chair to stop her from tipping it over with the force of her rocking hips.
As she came down she expected Rumi to turn off the wand.
But she didn’t.
“Rumi…Rumi…I-I can’t-” She tried to twist her hips away but she was helpless, Rumi pinning one thigh in place, Mira gripping the other, keeping her trembling legs spread wide open.
She had nowhere to go.
“Oh you thought we were going to stop at one? That’s adorable.” Rumi giggled, a playfully evil glint in her eye.
“It’s..it’s s-so much-”
The wand lifted away, still humming.
“Colour?”
She looked between them, brain slightly foggy, clit still throbbing in time with her heartbeat. She felt exhausted and fucked out already...but she still wanted more.
“G-green.”
“That’s our girl.” Mira grinned and patted her thigh, her other hand sliding up her stomach to pinch at her nipples, dragging yet more stimulation from her overwhelmed body . “Go ahead, Rumi. Let's see how much more it takes for her to break for us.”
Oh God.
When the wand pressed against her again, thankfully at a slightly lower setting, she gritted her teeth and whined, high pitched and broken.
She came again in a matter of seconds, keening and shuddering helplessly, and this time, Rumi didn’t lift it away at all…she just turned it up.
“Fuck!”
Once again her head began to toss back and forth, squirming, almost sobbing with the intensity of it until too much became just right and she came again;
And Rumi still didn’t lift the wand away.
Some small part of Zoey’s brain that wasn’t being overwhelmed with pleasure realised that they really did intend to break her…
“Rumi, M-mira, I can’t-”
Mira’s teeth grazed over her shoulder before she singsonged lowly into Zoey’s ear, “I don’t hear a safe word-”
And she was right.
Yes, it was too much but it was still so good, every nerve straining for more, more, more-
And she was loving every second of the torturous pleasure they were dragging from her body.
Her world had narrowed once again; narrowed to how she was clenching round the plug in her ass and the vibe in her cunt, to how the wand was thrumming perfectly, pressed right against her clit, and all the while her girls whispered words of encouragement, how good she looked like this, how well she was taking it, every word, every touch, every second of vibration taking her higher and higher-
She felt herself tip over the edge, the crest of it breath taking, her vision whiting out, body jack knifing against the restraints with the force of it-
And then she was floating.
Hazy, distant, warm, the world fuzzy at the edges, only faintly aware that the vibration both from the wand and internal vibe had stopped.
“We’ve got you, Zo.”
And just as she felt the cuffs loosen, her eyes fluttered closed and she was aware of nothing but feeling safe.
When she woke (what felt like hours later) the first thing she was aware of was the solid, steady presence of Mira and Rumi pressed either side of her and that she was wrapped up snugly in a blanket between them on the couch.
Then she realised her throat and mouth were as dry as the Sahara.
“Water, please-” she rasped and an ice cold bottle was instantly lifted to her lips.
That settled, she catalogued the rest of her body.
Her inner thighs were still sticky but the internal vibe and plug had clearly been removed while she was out of it.
There were still some faint impressions on her wrists from where she had pulled against them and her hips ached delightfully but she was otherwise in one piece.
“We ordered Kimbap and hotteok-” Rumi whispered against her sweat damp hair.
“-And we have one of your favourite playlists queued up.” Mira added, kissing her knuckles softly.
Unexpectedly Zoey felt her bottom lip wobble, a rush of emotion flooding her chest.
“Zoey, are you ok?” Mira cupped Zoey’s cheeks, Rumi hurriedly sitting up to interlock their fingers.
“Yeah..I just..I love you guys-” She blinked the tears out of her eyes and sniffled “-even when you’re super mean to me.”
Mira rolled her eyes. “You loved every second of it.”
“...Yeah..I did.” she sighed wistfully.
Rumi heaved herself up off the couch and offered a hand to Zoey “Come on, let's get freshened up before dinner, bath or shower?”
Zoey pondered her options before sitting slowly upright, still feeling a little out of it.
“Shower…and I want you two to come in with me…and I require carrying to the bathroom.”
Mira was on her feet and hauling Zoey over her shoulder in a matter of seconds, laughing as she squealed indignantly.
“Anything else, your highness?”
“Hmmmmm….a kiss.”
Rumi leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “Better?”
“Perfect.”
And it was.