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It’s been 2 weeks since the stalker situation, and it’s been calm ever since. They went to shows and from the outside it looked like everything was normal, even though they tried not to show their relationship too much. They also did solo activities as well.
Today, Zoey participated on Running Man, as it made the most sense because of her energizing nature. Rumi on the other hand was on a modelling campaign and Mira went and visited the children’s hospital to give them gifts.
After finishing up their work, the two oldest decided to go to the Running Man studio and wait for Zoey to finish recording to pick her up and go home together.
(…)
The front door closed with a soft click, a heavy silence filled the room.
Zoey, still in the program's clothes, gave a long sigh while she let herself fall onto the couch. She stretched a little, relaxed her shoulders and let her hair fall on top of her shoulders. The sunset light filtering through the window made her silhouette golden.
It didn’t last for long.
— Did you have fun today Zoey?
Mira said, with a low and dry tone.
Zoey blinked and turned to face her, finding her standing behind her. Rumi was also there, leaning on the kitchen door with her arms crossed. Her expression wasn’t angry, it was something worse, and combined with the vibrant green, red and dark pink colors on her patterns, it definitely meant something.
— Have fun? Sure — answered Zoey, naive as always —. The guessing sketch was silly and the karaoke…
— I didn’t mean the program — interrupted Mira, leaning closer —. I meant how you laughed with Hyunjae behind the scenes.
Zoey blinked again, her smile still visible on her face.
— Hyunjae? From ICONIX? Did I say something wrong?
Rumi raised an eyebrow.
— Did you not notice how he was looking at you?
— How was he looking at me?
— As if he wanted to strip off your clothes with his eyes — answered Mira.
Zoey let a small laugh escape her lips.
— Really? Come on, I don’t think he…
— You laughed at everything he said — interrupted Rumi and Zoey could swear she heard her growl —. When he said “I’m sure you have a special training routine, because your body is phenomenal”... you blushed, or was that our imagination?
Zoey swallowed, her smile started to vanish.
— It wasn't intentional, I was just being nice, he was… funny.
Silence. Just pure silence.
Mira looked down and leaned towards her, with an alarming stare.
— Zoey… Love. You. Are. Ours.
— I know.
— And when someone tries to touch what’s ours, the least I expect is that you don’t give them sweet smiles.
Zoey bit her bottom lip. Rumi walked slowly to the couch and sat in a corner, putting her arm around her, but it wasn’t to comfort her. It was possessive. Territorial.
— You know what happens with girls who behave with others but misbehave with her owners? — whispered Rumi in her ear.
Zoey swallowed once again. Her body had reacted already. A faint heat started to raise through her skin.
— They get… a punishment.
Mira leaned and kissed her cheek, it was warm. Then she took her wrist with authoritarian strength.
— Let’s go to the bedroom.
Mira’s room wasn’t completely dark, it had one tall lamp turned on. The atmosphere was intimate, heavy. Her big bed had clean black bedsheets on and the sweet smell of Mira’s lavender perfume lingered in the air.
Zoey stood in front of both of them, her hands at her sides. She was vulnerable but excited.
— Take off your clothes — ordered Mira with a sweet voice.
Zoey obeyed. Each piece of clothing fell slowly, revealing her shiny skin, as it had a thin sweat layer. Once she was naked, she stood still, waiting.
— Go to the middle of the bed. On your hands and knees, as a good pet — said Rumi.
Zoey went and assumed her position in her hands and knees, she arched her back and spread her thighs. She whimpered loudly.
Mira sat in front of her while Rumi sat behind, both fully clothed.
— You don’t have permission to cum today, got it? — said Mira, caressing her chin — It doesn’t matter how much you beg, this is not to pleasure you, but to teach you a lesson that your smile has owners.
Zoey nodded.
— Yes ma’am.
Rumi let out a little laugh.
— She’s already so into it.
First things first, her ties.
Zoey felt as Rumi covered her eyes with a blindfold and everything went dark. Leather handcuffs got locked on her wrists, restraining her in a painless position.
Mira got in front of her and stroked her face.
— We’ll remind you who you belong to.
And they did.
The first part of the punishment was psychological. Kisses close to but not where she needed. Sweet and dirty words whispered to her ear. Gentle caresses on the inside of her thighs but far from her center and every time Zoey tried to get some friction, Rumi softly slapped her butt.
— Don’t even think about pleasuring yourself, you’ll get what you deserve — said Rumi.
Mira kissed her inner thigh, slowly going up. Zoey gasped, desperate for someone to touch her where she most needed, but when Mira was finally getting there, she stopped.
Once, twice, thrice.
— You want more? — asked Rumi, caressing her back with a feather.
— Yes… please…
— Why do you think you deserve it?
— Because… I’m yours.
— And no one else?
— No one else…
The second part was physical.
Rumi used a small leather whip, smacking her buttcheeks with a steady rhythm. It didn’t hurt, but the sound, the heat, the feeling… it all made her gasp loudly. Each smack was for a reason.
— This is for laughing at his jokes.
\Smack
— This is for touching your hair when he said “you must have a lot of male fans”.
\Smack
— This is for biting your lip on camera.
\Smack
Zoey was trembling, between the sweet pain and humiliation of being punished. She was soaked even when no one had touched her there.
Mira held her face and took the blindfold off. Her eyes shined.
— Are you ready to be reminded of who we are?
— Yes… please, do it…
Rumi took off her clothes slowly and Mira followed. They took turns to devour her.
Rumi’s fingers entered without resistance and accurately, hitting exactly where Zoey needed. Mira was actually devouring her, licking and sucking while holding her down from her hips. Zoey was silently screaming, trying her best to not cum.
— We haven’t given you permission to cum yet — muttered Rumi, hitting even deeper.
— I know… I know! — Zoey panted — Don’t stop… please… don’t stop…
— Tell us who you belong to — ordered Mira, as she hit her clit. Zoey moaned loudly.
— I’m yours… I’m yours… yours, all yours… — her voice was a bit muffled against the pillow as Rumi’s fingers kept hitting deeper and stronger. Rumi sped up when she heard Zoey.
— Should we allow her to cum? — asked Rumi with a smirk, going deeper to find Zoey’s G-Spot.
— I don’t know — answered Mira. She went down again and continued licking and sucking Zoey’s swollen clit.
— Please… please… — begged Zoey in between pants — I don’t think… ah!... I can last much longer — her moan made Rumi and Mira’s bodies tremble — I’ll be good…
— Cum in my mouth then, you’re allowed — said Mira once she was pleased with what she heard.
Zoey broke. Her body spasmed strongly as her orgasm hit her hard against Mira’s face, who was busy licking the juices coming out of Zoey and helping her ride it out. Once she had licked her clean, she kissed Zoey’s clit one last time.
They let her rest on the bed while holding her. Rumi was cuddling her and kissing her flushed face, while Mira went to get towels to clean her up. Each and every caress was filled with love and adoration.
Mira smirked while she ran her fingers through Zoey’s hair.
— If that Hyunjae looks at you like that again…
— Can I break his face? — whispered Rumi.
Zoey laughed weakly, blushing.
— I don’t need you both to do it. With both of you… I’m completely marked up.
Mira kissed her.
— Good girl.