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The dressing-room door clicked shut with a soft thump that signaled to the three women that they were finally alone for the night. The world on the other side of the door was still roaring with cheering fans and tech crew bustling about getting ready to shut everything down for the night. Inside the room, however, was the kind of calm that came after accomplishing something amazing and you’re basking in the afterglow. Warm, safe, happy. Three heartbeats, three exhausted chests rising and falling rapidly under glitter-dusted, sparkling outfits.
Mira was the first of them to turn towards Rumi, their leader in everything. She always was the first to seek Rumi’s approval after their shows. Her long pink hair was a little disheveled from the intense choreography that they had to do on stage moments ago, still secured in twin tails down her back. Her tall legs and narrow shoulders trembled with leftover energy from the encore they just did, but her eyes were clear and bright, expectant. Like she was waiting for something, or someone.
Zoey hovered at her side, never one to be left out. Her freckles stood out like tiny stars over her flushed face, her twin space buns slightly crooked from all of the head whips and body spins she had to do as their energetic maknae. She bounced from one foot to the other and tapped her boots in a soft but restless pattern. Even though they had just spent hours on a stage in front of thousands singing and dancing their hearts out to their fans, both women only had one goal in mind. The two of them drifted towards Rumi with that unspoken synchronicity they fell into around her.
Rumi let out a small sigh, exhausted, the kind meant to steady yourself after a long hard day of work. Her short purple hair was sticking to her in sweaty strands, her new haircut freeing up some of the heat and weight on her head from concerts in the past at least. Instead of her signature long purple braid, she recently got it cut and styled into a lighter, androgynous look. She sported an undercut topped with enough hair left over to make a small bun. Zoey liked to say she was in her ‘sexy barista who gets all the ladies’ numbers’ era. Mira just called it hot.
For a moment, Rumi just stood there, taking in the sight of Mira and Zoey shuffling towards her. Her mouth curved slightly. She took the scene in: Mira edging closer, the faintest tilt in her head and shoulders like she was trying to be smaller, and Zoey following close behind. Rumi supposed tonight would be a fantastic night to release their pent up tension that they had not been able to address since they had been on a grueling world tour. Now that was over, Rumi wanted to take her time and give her girls exactly what they deserved.
She reached out towards both of them once they were both within arm’s reach and gave each of them a warm pat on their heads. Barely a touch - more of a brush - that ghosted along the tops of their heads and ended with Rumi pulling back and giving them a small smile. “You both did so well tonight,” she murmured, voice low but assuring, “Good job you two.”
Mira and Zoey blinked.
That was it?
Zoey’s face crumpled, her freckles bunching together as she frowned. She blinked rapidly, leaning forward as if more praise might happen even though she knew better. Mira didn’t bother hiding her reaction. Her hands flexed with restless energy like she wanted to shake sense into their leader. All our hard work on this tour and we can’t even get proper praise? She shifted her stance, sweeping her pink hair behind her shoulder as she stared Rumi down. Her eyes held her there, questioning, wanting, practically shimmering with protest.
Rumi raised a brow at the blatant challenge. Her disapproval was absolutely deafening in the silence of their dressing room. It didn’t take long for Mira’s gaze to waver and shift down, unable to keep staring their leader down, knowing what the outcome would be if she kept going.
“Is…Is that it?” Zoey said softly, trying very hard not to sound like she was arguing with Rumi’s lack of attention to them, but failing miserably. Mira’s hum followed, a low hum that vibrated in agreement. They were both tense and agitated now; hungry. They were nothing but whining puppies waiting for their reward.
Just the way Rumi wanted them.
She resisted the urge to lick her lips in anticipation. Rumi crossed her arms, keeping her monotone and tired composure even as heat curled under her ribs. “What,” she said slowly, “Did you two expect?”
Mira clenched her jaw, Zoey’s eyes got wide. The room felt smaller, charged in the way all three of them knew they were on the precipice of something familiar. They wanted her attention, her approval. The real thing, the kind that told them that they did an amazing job with their last performance, their last tour while they went on hiatus. They deserved it, they thought.
Before either of them could open their mouths to answer what was clearly a rhetorical question, Rumi opened the dressing room door and ushered for them to follow her with a wave of her hand and without looking back. Without delay they pattered after her like two lost dogs seeking any kind of warmth, willing to do anything to get it.
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Rumi knew exactly what they were doing. She wasn’t stupid. She just liked to make them work for it. Made their overall experience all the more interesting.
The moment that the penthouse elevator’s doors closed behind them and they were standing in their entranceway, it was clear that their game of cat and mouse - or more like tiger and pups - had already begun. She felt it in her bones with a familiar weight, the quiet certainty of her sanity about to get tested by her girls.
“Go get changed,” Rumi told them calmly as she removed her performance sequined jacket and tossed it on the kitchen island. “Then we can pick a movie and cuddle on the couch with some snacks, how does that sound?”
Of course, neither Mira nor Zoey listened. In fact they did the opposite and headed straight for the giant couch in their living room den, with their performance shoes still on, which made a muscle in Rumi’s jaw twitch. Mira plopped down on the couch sideways, long long legs draped over the arm of the couch with her posture deliberately careless. She kicked one boot off, then the other, letting them fall wherever they landed in the den. Zoey meanwhile huffed dramatically and went to their floor to ceiling windows and leaned her forehead on the glass.
“I don’t want to yet.” Zoey whined loudly without turning around.
Rumi almost broke her charade at the sight because Zoey looking out the window sighing long and loud like she was burdened by fate had her fighting laughter. She looked like a literal reaction meme.
“I think we should do whatever we want,” Mira said lightly. “I think we deserve it after how hard we worked for the world tour, even if some of us don’t think so.”
Rumi didn’t respond right away. She glanced at the shoes on the floor. Then at Mira on the couch. Then at Zoey, still ignoring her looking out the glass. “I never said you didn’t deserve to rest, Mir. You can relax after you change,” Rumi replied. Her voice was even, controlled, uninterested. Mira snorted and rolled her eyes.
Zoey glanced over her shoulder, eyes bright with challenge. “You didn’t say please, Unnie.”
Rumi folded her arms, leaning against the wall leading to their bedrooms. She could feel the pulse of their attention snap toward her immediately, the way they watched her face for any sign of irritation. They wanted a crack. They wanted attention.
They got neither.
“It wasn’t a request,” Rumi said. She put a little more of a stern tone into her words; a warning.
A warning that both girls definitely heard but chose to ignore. Zoey grinned and deliberately kept her back to Rumi. “Well,” Zoey said cheerfully, “I’m not moving.”
Mira mirrored her stubbornness instantly, sliding further down the couch in a slump with her hands behind her head like she didn’t have a care in the world. “Me neither. Totally content right here.”
Rumi exhaled slowly through her nose. Even if she knew what they were trying to do, it didn’t mean that she didn’t get annoyed at their refusal to just fucking listen. They were coordinated tonight, working together to crumble her patience. Each refusal was layered onto the last, building pressure carefully, intentionally. She recognized the tactic. Her gaze moved between them slowly, deliberately, taking in their careless postures, their defiance wrapped in sweetness, the way both of them leaned not so subtly toward her attention even as they refused her.
“You’re choosing to be difficult,” Rumi said. Not a question, but a statement.
Zoey’s smile widened. “Maybe we are. What are you going to do about it?”
There it was. The challenge laid bare, offered openly now instead of hidden behind whining and theatrics. Rumi held their gaze, expression unreadable. She felt the familiar pull to step in, to take control decisively, but she didn’t. Not yet. She let the silence stretch, letting them sit in it, letting anticipation coil tight and restless. After a few moments she decided it was time to end their little song and dance. As fun as it would be to continue to get these two riled up, she had her own steam to work off from the world tour.
“Last chance,” Rumi said quietly. “Change and get ready for bed. Get clean and dressed in pajamas and come back here to watch something and eat food. I will not say it again.”
Zoey crossed her arms and leaned her head back against the glass, body turned to face Rumi fully now instead of staring out the glass at the city below. “No.” she purred out, her eyes dancing with mischief and expectation.
Mira shrugged. “It’s not like you can make us.”
The room went very still. It was like the air left the penthouse at her words. That was the proverbial nail in the coffin that solidified their plans for the night. All three of them knew this was how the night was going to go in the end, but they enjoyed the build-up, the suspense.
The shift in Rumi was subtle, but eclipsing. The air itself seemed to thicken with the change in their leader. Her shoulders rolled back, posture sharpening, presence deepening as if gravity had suddenly decided to orbit her instead of the other way around. Her demon markings went from flickering gold and pink to straight teal. When she spoke again, her voice had changed. Lower. Slower. A slight timbre entered her words courtesy of her half-demon side.
“Bedroom,” Rumi said.
One word. No softness. No room to misinterpret. A command, one of many for the hours to come, reverberating with the deep echoing timbre of her demon heritage. Her hardened gaze flicked from Zoey to Mira, golden irises shimmering.
Zoey’s arm slipped off of the glass she had been leaning on, almost going face first into the floor but she caught herself. Mira slid off the couch so fast her heel caught on the rug and she too almost went down. Yesyesyes, both women thought to themselves, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Now,” Rumi added quietly.
They scrambled.
Zoey was on her feet first, suddenly all clumsy urgency, nearly tripping over herself as she bolted down the hallway. Mira followed a half-step behind, pink hair swinging wildly as she hurried, breath already shallow, eyes flicking up to look into Rumi’s eyes before quickly looking away, as if she couldn’t stand to look for too long. They both stopped in front of Rumi at the entrance to the hallway, waiting.
Rumi smirked and then walked down the hall with her girls in tow at her own pace, unhurried, every step measured. She didn’t need to rush things; she needed to make sure that they learned their lesson thoroughly. They were already clay to mold in her hands, the tension snapping cleanly into obedience the moment she’d taken the reins. The shift in their energy was instant and unmistakable; the bratty slouch in their shoulders pulled itself upright, replaced with that soft, eager attention they saved only for her.
Rumi opened the door to their shared bedroom. The soft glow of the lamps washed the room in honey-gold light, catching the shimmer and sparkle of their stage outfits as they entered. She didn’t look back right away, but she felt them behind her like a matched pair of heartbeats. The other parts of her soul she would recognize anywhere.
When she finally turned, both girls were already standing straighter, waiting.
Rumi crossed her arms and gave them a stern look as she gave them a command. “I need to shower, and so do you two, we’re all covered in stage grime” she said, giving no room for argument. “I am going to shower in here and take my time while you two shower and get ready for me. You know what to do.” She walked into the bathroom without looking back, dismissal clear.
Behind her she could hear Mira and Zoey shuffling around. She peeked a glance at them as she stepped out of her own clothes, unable to pull her gaze away from her beautiful girlfriends’ naked bodies. She smiled to herself, completely out of character, and Zoey noticed. Instead of teasing her or being mad about it, she just smiled warmly back, acknowledging their shared excitement at what was to come. It was a dynamic that was foreign at first but they all quickly fell into easily. Rumi turned on the shower and waited until it was scalding to step in, sighing in relief as the hot water hit her tense body.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like to perform - she loved singing and dancing with her girls - but tours that had them back to back in different countries every night proved to be exhausting. Rumi was secretly glad that Mira and Zoey were in the same mindset as her tonight: the need for - or lack of depending on who you ask - control. This was a performance that stilled their minds and souls and brought them together in a multitude of ways that they all needed after a stressful time.
Once Rumi had stayed under the water for what she assumed was enough time, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. She rubbed her short purple locks until it was semi-dry and then pulled it up into a bun, her undercut on full display. She dried the rest of herself off, taking her time, giving her girls ample opportunity to be ready for her. She moved from the bathroom to the bedroom walk-in closet to put on her outfit for the night. It hung towards the back of the closet waiting for the moments when it was put to use, like now. She held up the black one piece and put it on slowly.
Rumi takes her time getting ready as part of the process in stepping into her role. The sheer one piece corset fit against every curve of her body like it was made especially for her - because it was. Something she invested in after things in the bedroom went in the direction that it did. She wanted to be the best for her puppies. Nothing but mesh covered her instead of any kind of underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were cupped by the sheer black fabric and stylish straps adorned the corset down the front. Overall, it covered everything but hid nothing, and with her shimmering patterns, it created a very tantalizing and tempting view for her girls.
Finally, she stepped into knee-high leather stilettos that had belt buckles that wrapped around her calves. They gave her not only a couple more inches in height, it made her feel different, in a good way. This isn’t just something she’s wearing; it was something she’s stepping into, a role she needed to play.
After all, she was everyone’s type.
Rumi raised her arms above her head and stretched like a cat, a shiver running down her spine pleasantly. She may be sore from the world tour and the concert with three encores they just performed not even an hour ago, but she always had the time and energy for them. When she heard shuffling in their bedroom once more signaling to her that her girls were back from their respective showers and ready for her, she stepped out of the closet with her head held high.
What greeted her was a site she would never get tired of: Mira and Zoey naked and kneeling on the floor. Their bare shoulders rose and fell in a mirrored pattern, tension and anticipation all coiled into one. Their gazes locked onto Rumi in all her sultry glory as she strode out to stand in front of them. The lust and awe in their eyes sent shivers down her spine, but she kept her face controlled. Right now she wasn’t Rumi the K-Pop Huntr/x superstar; she was Rumi the Handler ready to train her dogs.
Poised. Waiting.
Rumi did not acknowledge them. Instead, she crossed the bedroom floor to their dresser with purposeful steps. She pulled open the top drawer to take out the items she needed to get the night started. The faint metallic clinking made Mira inhale sharply, Zoey’s hands curling into her sides as she trembled with excitement.
Rumi took out their collars; high quality and personalized. She held them with gentle care, thumbs brushing the embossed designs. They had black fluffy inner lining to provide maximum comfort, thick but smooth leather carved with a replica of her own demon markings; jagged lightning-like marks etched all the way around both collars, Mira’s collar a pastel blue and Zoey’s a pastel purple. Both collars had thick metal hoops to fasten a leash to securely, and underneath that was a dangling golden dog tag that read “Property of Rumi”.
Rumi walked toward them, each step grounding the moment deeper. She didn’t raise the collars yet. She let the silence settle, warm and deep, letting them feel the weight of her presence and what was about to happen. She stepped up to Mira, who looked up at her with wide eyes. She brushed warm fingers against the skin at the nape of her neck before fastening Mira’s collar in place.
Mira exhaled shakily and her shoulders dropped. The moment that her collar clicked into place snug on her neck, her entire body melted into a different kind of stillness. One that had her eyes glazing over as she dropped into that soft, wordless headspace.
Rumi shifted to Zoey next, who was watching her with rapt attention. She lifted her chin without being asked, eager to feel her soft collar fasten around her own neck. The moment that the collar was in place, her restlessness settled, and her posture grew straighter.
Rumi stepped back and observed her work. Both of her girls cast their gazes to the floor, bodies visibly shaking with need and anticipation to do whatever she told them to do. That is what show dogs were trained for, after all.
The hardwood floor creaked under Rumi’s heels as she adjusted her stance, arms crossed. Rumi let the silence stretch, watching the way Zoey’s fingers twitched against her thigh almost unconsciously, and how Mira kept trying to sneak glances up at Rumi like she thought she wouldn’t notice.
“Eyes down.” Rumi said, her voice sharp enough to slice the silence in the air. Zoey started and dropped her wandering eyes to her thighs. The first press of Rumi’s stiletto against Zoey’s inner thigh was featherlight, just ghosting across flesh. Zoey’s breath stuttered, her fingers curling into the meat of her own legs as she tried not to flinch. Mira kept her gaze zeroed in on the floor in front of her, deciding that obeying Rumi’s command was a better option than watching her girlfriend get stepped on.
The sounds Zoey was trying to keep quiet certainly sent waves of hot sensation down to Mira’s core though, that’s for sure.
The pressure increased gradually, the heel digging in just above Zoey’s knee, and she bit down on the inside of her cheek as a whimper escaped. Rumi looked down at the shaking mess that was Zoey under her foot before she started her lecture. Her bad puppies needed to be put in their place again.
“Do you two think you can behave like mutts when you want my attention instead of the show dogs I trained you to be?” Rumi tilted her head, voice dropping to a sickeningly sweet purr as she dragged the heel of her boot up and up and up Zoey’s thigh. It left a trail of red in its wake, the start of the many marks they’d have by the end of the night. After a brief push in pressure into the meat of Zoey’s upper thigh, which made her squirm and bite her lip, she stopped stepping on Zoey and moved to stand in front of Mira, who had yet to move her gaze from the floor.
A sharp, sudden tug on the metal ring Mira’s collar had her yelping and looking up face to face into a disappointed Rumi. “Show dogs,” Rumi hissed, yanking the collar again to enunciate her words, making Mira’s lips part in a silent moan, “Means that you perform when I say, heed when I call, and bark when I tell you to. So why,” Another yank. “Did both of my puppies decide to be disobedient tonight?”
“W-We just wanted -”
Rumi’s other hand whipped out at lightning speed and grabbed Zoey by the chin, fingers gripping her cheeks so tight it cut off her sentence and clamped her mouth shut. Her eyes went wide and her face pale, realizing her mistake too late.
Their Handler hummed a small sound and traced the shape of Zoey’s trembling bottom lip with a nail. “Dogs don’t speak unless commanded to do so. Words are for humans, not lowly puppies like you two who can’t even follow simple instructions.” She looked back and forth between her two puppies that she held captive, physically and mentally. “If you want to be my good little puppies again,” she continued, stroking two fingers down Mira’s windpipe, feeling her swallow, “You’ll prove to me that you remember how I trained you.”
Mira nodded vigorously at Rumi’s words; starved for approval, desperate to please. Wanting the only thing that she wanted all night long: Rumi’s attention and praise. Zoey simply pressed her thighs together and whimpered. After a beat, Rumi released her hold on both of them and stood back up. She didn’t miss the way Zoey kept clenching her thighs.
She stepped back from them to grab other items from the dresser. She grabbed two pairs of knee pads first because comfort was important for her puppies even when being disciplined. Two chest harnesses just because Rumi liked how her girls looked wearing them. Two tails, two leashes. All tools of the trade that she used to train her pets.
When Rumi turned back around from the dresser she caught both Zoey and Mira ogling her mesh-covered ass like she was fresh meat. She couldn’t help it; a shimmer of gold traveled through her demon markings, preening at the love and lust her partners blatantly gave her even in the face of being in trouble. “Alright pups, it’s showtime.” she said, lifting everything in her hands up.
They briefly put their roles on pause while Rumi assisted them with their gear. She gently pulled knee pads on them and helped them put on their chest harnesses. As she helped them, Rumi would murmur, “Color?” to each of them, and received “Green” in reply from them both along with little cheek kisses. She helped each of them gently and slowly lube up and insert their butt plug tails, small moans and whimpers filling the bedroom while they were inserted. They were already nice and loosened up for her since that was part of their ‘getting ready’ routine when showering.
Rumi stood up and surveyed her pets with a critical eye even as her patterns gave away her arousal with flickers of teal and gold. Mira and Zoey were on their padded knees in front of her, tails resting on the floor sticking out of their asses behind them as they knelt on the ground. Mira’s tail was a light brown color, and Zoey’s tail was black with a white tip, both long and soft to the touch. Their chest harnesses wrapped around their exposed breasts in plain black leather, each of their harnesses personalized on the front with embroidery that simply said:
“Service Toys”
Pleased with what she saw, Rumi turned her attention to the squirming Zoey. “Aw, what’s this?” Rumi said in a mocking voice, using her boot to wedge her foot in-between Zoey’s twitching thighs and forced her to spread them wide. Zoey’s face went up in flames as her very wet, very clear arousal was made evident. “It seems like someone is excited. Shame, you didn’t earn the right to do anything about it.”
Thock
Rumi suctioned cupped a rather thick green dildo onto the wooden floor in front of Zoey’s spread legs with flourish. She gave Zoey a smirk and gave her a command:
“Sit.”
Zoey’s breath came in shallow bursts, excitement and dread all rolled into one. She shuffled forward on her knees until she was hovering about the dildo. Rumi raised an eyebrow at her when she hesitated for a moment. Not wasting any more time lest her Handler reprimanded her further, she slowly sank down. The first brush of the thick dildo head against her entrance had her hips jerking involuntarily. A high-pitched whine escaped her clenched teeth, but she forced herself to keep going inch by agonizing inch. The stretch burned sweet inside her, sudden but desired, her own arousal already dripping down her thighs provided plenty of lubrication. Her thighs shook with the effort of controlling her descent, but she didn’t want to rush since she was already so close -
Suddenly hands were on top of her shoulders, firm in their pressure. “I said, sit.” Rumi sneered, pushing down with her demon strength enough to make Zoey’s legs give out from underneath her. Zoey bottomed out with a wet squelching noise and a gasping moan at the sudden feeling of being full. Mira watched, transfixed, her own thighs pressing together as Zoey’s whines crescendoed into a desperate, keening sound. Rumi’s hands left her shoulders, and she wiped away a stray tear on Zoey’s freckled face. Her entire body was trembling with overstimulation with nowhere to go.
“Now stay, and hold. Let’s see how long you can stay mounted like a bitch in heat without cumming before I am done re-training my other puppy.” Rumi trailed her hand down Zoey’s face, caressing her cheek. She leaned into the touch seeking her warmth, craving every little ounce of affection that Rumi gave her. She didn’t give that affection for long, standing up and turning towards Mira like Zoey no longer existed, leash in hand.
“Let’s go for a walk, puppy.” Rumi said to Mira, clipping the leather leash onto her pastel blue collar with a metal snap. She felt the shift in herself the moment she closed her hand around the leash, the power that she held in her hand. It was control settling into place between them like a key turning smoothly in a lock that had always been meant for it.
The hallway stretched ahead of them, dim and quiet, and Rumi began walking down it without looking back. Mira followed on all fours. Zoey’s choked gasp followed them out the open door; her thighs already quivering around the toy, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
Rumi knew that Zoey wasn’t going to be able to last, but that was half the fun.
The sounds echoing in the hallway were subtle but unmistakable: the soft slide of knee pads against the floor, the faint brush of fur against skin, the small whimpers escaping Mira’s mouth with every jostling movement. Rumi walked at a pace that did not allow for any slack in the leash, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind. Remind them both of who was controlling who.
Rumi could feel Mira’s focus narrowed on the line between her hands and her own throat. The silence between them was anything but empty; it was full of electric tension and sensation. Her breathing stayed even, and her expression stayed cool and collected. She refused herself the indulgence of reacting, even as she felt the awareness of Mira’s submission coil tighter with heat every second deep in her core.
They reached the end of the hallway right in front of the last room, and Rumi slowed in front of the open door. This room used to be her old bedroom, until they started sleeping all in the same bed. Now, they tend to use this room for other activities.
A floorboard groaned in the other room - Zoey’s stifled gasp, the wet sound of her thighs shifting around the toy - and Rumi’s lips curled as she saw the way that Mira’s eyes fluttered with every noise. They had stopped in the middle of the plush carpeted bedroom floor, Rumi unclipping the leash from Mira’s collar and sitting it on the dresser.
Mira’s breath hitched as Rumi’s fingers twisted in her collar, yanking her head back sharply and grounding her in the moment instead of the noises of her girlfriend. The collar tightened, cutting off her air for one dizzying second before loosening again. "Earlier," Rumi murmured, dragging her other palm down Mira’s throat to squeeze just above her collarbone, "You thought it was a great idea to piss me off just because you thought that you deserved more praise, isn’t that right?”
Mira’s only response was to whimper and rub her cheek against Rumi’s leg, as though she were trying to apologize. Rumi’s only response was to drop her hands from Mira’s neck and say, “Down, puppy.” Mira’s pulse thundered in her ears as she obeyed, sinking to the floor until her stomach was touching the carpet and her head was down. Rumi’s heel pressed down on her upper back, making her sink even further. Her ass lifted instinctively higher, until the stretch in her curved lower back burned and the damp heat in between her thighs was shamelessly exposed.
“You’re just as wet as your playmate, how embarrassing.” Rumi said with amusement as she circled around Mira, her boot coming up and grinding not-so-gently against Mira’s dripping folds, making her wince. Her boot came away shining with Mira’s slick. She circled slowly, deliberate, the cadence of her boots thudding against the carpet making Mira’s breathing stutter.
The toe of her slick-covered boot hooked under Mira’s chin, tilting her face up until their eyes met. "You look so good from up here," Rumi purred, pressing up into her chin until Mira’s throat bobbed underneath her touch with a strain. A whimper escaped Mira’s lips - half-plea, half-prayer - but Rumi only smirked, trailing the tip of her boot down Mira’s trembling neck, smearing her own release from her chin down to her collar. “It’s time to re-train you; let’s see how long it takes for you to break under my hand."
From the other room, Zoey’s strangled sob echoed faintly down the hallway to them, her desperation a tangible thing; but Rumi’s attention was solely fixed on the way Mira’s fingers dug into the carpet at the mention of being re-trained, the way her thighs trembled with the effort of holding her position. Rumi grabbed something out of her dresser drawer - because what kind of handler would she be if she didn’t have tools at her disposal in every room - and turned back to Mira in time to watch her face pale at the item in her hands.
Rumi flicked the paddle with a practiced flick of her wrist. The leather gleamed under the lamp light, and Mira’s breath caught as her body remembered the sting of the paddle against her skin. She traded the paddle’s edge along Mira’s exposed ass with a slow stroke, relishing in the way Mira shuddered under the soft touch. “Count them, out loud.” Rumi ordered, tapping the paddle twice against Mira’s left ass cheek before winding back.
The first smack landed crisp and sharp, the sound cracking through the room like a gunshot. Mira gasped, her hips jerking forward reflexively as she bit her lip. “O-One.” she breathed out, voice already ragged. Rumi immediately yanked her collar again and yanked her head back.
“Bad dog,” Rumi hissed, her breath hot against Mira’s flushed ear. “Dogs don’t speak. They bark. Start over”
The next strike came harder, the leather biting into the same spot with precision. Mira’s entire body flinched, her shoulders shaking as the sting was felt over top of the welt she was already sporting. A single, high-pitched yelp escaped her in place of number counting. Rumi’s hum of approval sent a flush of shame and arousal curling through Mira. The second smack landed lower, where her thigh met ass, and Mira’s whole body jolted forward as she barked twice out loud. Her face was burning as she felt her own slick dripping down her inner thighs.
The fourth strike didn’t happen right away, like Mira was expecting. Instead, Rumi’s fingers slid between Mira’s legs from behind, tracing the slickness there with deliberate, mocking strokes. Mira couldn’t hold back her whimper, her hips canting back into Rumi’s hand automatically, trying to chase the brief touch of pleasure she received. Rumi tsked and withdrew her hand just as suddenly as it had arrived. The smack came fast and hard against Mira’s left ass cheek right next to where her tail was sticking out of her hole. Rumi smiled to herself when she saw how Mira’s hole twitched and throbbed around her tail at the impact.
Mira’s barks echoed out of their room at the same time that Zoey’s moans echoed out of hers, both of their voices rising in tandem as their individual pleasure steadily rose. They were clearly feeding into each other’s arousal, and creating their own downfall.
By the eighth strike, Mira’s thighs were shaking violently, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. The carpet beneath her was damp with a combination of sweat and slick that dripped down. Rumi adjusted her stance, rolling her wrist, and landed the ninth strike diagonally across some of the previous welts. Mira’s scream dissolved into a choked, wet barking, her fingers clawing into the carpet as her vision whited out for a second. Her handler waited a moment, letting the sting settle and Mira got to nine whimpering barks in a row. She dragged the paddle in slow circles around her butt plug tail, watching the way her puppy’s heated skin trembled.
“One more puppy,” Rumi murmured in a sickingly sweet voice, “Make it pretty for me.”
The tenth and last strike landed on Mira’s skin like a brand; perfectly centered across both ass cheeks right below her plugged hole. Her entire body convulsed, her back arching sharply as a wordless, guttural noise tore from her throat. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she tried to bark ten times in a row, but only managed a loud, drawn out whine. Rumi decided to let it slide, satisfied with the state of her puppy.
The paddle thumped to the floor beside them as Rumi crouched down and grabbed Mira’s face by the chin to raise her head. Mira’s eyes were glazed over, unfocused; saliva dripped from her slack lips, her chest splotched red and heaving. It wasn’t lost on Rumi that Mira’s own release had soaked the carpet underneath her since she came while the tenth smack had landed.
"Oh, puppy," Rumi cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Did you come without permission?" The guilty silence that followed was answer enough. Rumi’s grin was all teeth as she shoved Mira away from her by the hand on her chin, letting her collapse onto the damp carpet. “Come crawling back to me once you can feel your legs.” With that, Rumi stood up on her stilettos and walked out of the room without looking back at Mira’s shaking slumped form. Mira didn’t move; couldn’t, really. The welts on her ass throbbed in time with her heartbeat and her cunt that was clenching around nothing.
Time to check on my other puppy, Rumi thought to herself, quite pleased with how everything was going so far.
Zoey was unsurprisingly a wreck when Rumi walked into the room; she found her slumped forward bracing herself on her hands and knees, the wooden floor drenched in her release, the toy still buried inside her. Her eyes were also glazed over, chest heaving with short breaths, drool dripping onto the floor along with her tears. Rumi crouched in front of her, tracing the tear tracks on Zoey’s cheeks with a single, mocking finger. "Ten strikes on your partner in crime," she murmured. "That’s all it took?" Zoey flinched, her breath hitching as Rumi’s nail dug into her chin. "Pathetic."
She kept her gaze locked on Zoey, her thumb pressing into the divot of Zoey’s lower lip. "Neither of you," she whispered, "have been my good little puppies tonight." The words landed like a slap. Zoey’s face crumpled; a fresh wave of tears spilled over, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. She tried to nuzzle into Rumi’s palm, desperate for any scrap of approval, but Rumi pulled away, standing smoothly.
When she turned around she was mildly surprised to see Mira crawling her way through the open door on shaking limbs. Zoey and Mira locked eyes and flushed at the state of each other. Sweat slicked, cunts throbbing, asses pulsing against their plugs; their idea of a perfect way to spend the night.
Rumi motioned for Zoey to get up off of the dildo; she complied as quickly as she could without hurting herself, stifling a moan at the empty feeling she was left with as she got off. More of her slick dribbled down her legs after the release of the toy, not that she was paying any attention; her attention was focused on the fact that Rumi had moved to sit on the edge of their bed with her legs spread. From her puppies' angle, they could see her dripping pussy on full display underneath the mesh of her one piece, framed by her glowing demon marks.
“You just wanted me to tell you what a good job you did today. Isn’t that right?” Rumi said, her voice dripping with condescension, “You just want to be told what good girls you are, hmm? Want to be good for me, want to show everyone that you’re mine?”
Zoey nodded frantically, her thighs squeezing together, her hips twitching like she could grind out her redemption. Mira’s answering whine was small but desperate. Both women were staring up at Rumi with wide, anticipating eyes. What next, what next, their eyes said. Rumi smiled; slow, cruel, savoring the way that they both fell apart beneath her words.
“Time to prove it to me then.” she purred, glancing at her nails like she was bored of the conversation. “Show me how badly you want to be mine by following your training like good dogs.” She snapped her fingers sharply; their signal for show dog posing called ‘stacking’. Both Mira and Zoey quickly adjust their stances on the ground of the bedroom; arched back, palms flat on the ground, arms straight, ass lifted high. Eyes trained forward with laser focus.
"Now hold," Rumi whispered, leaning back on her hands on the bed to admire her handiwork: two trembling, broken creatures frozen in grotesque parodies of perfection. "Only good puppies get to relax."
Mira’s forearms shook violently, her spine arched to the point of pain, the welts on her thighs burning with every micro-adjustment. A bead of sweat dripped from Zoey’s chin onto the back of her hands on the ground, her forced posture wavering as Rumi watched them like a hawk.
A minute passed. Then two. Then fifteen.
Finally, finally, their handler gave them a different instruction. Rumi leaned back on the bed, her stiletto-clad legs spreading wide, the leather creaking. "Crawl." The word lashed like a whip. Mira and Zoey scrambled forward on bruised knees, their tails swaying, their whines climbing higher as they neared. Rumi’s heel pressed into Zoey’s collarbone, halting her. "Beg properly," she murmured, watching their pupils blow wider. Mira’s hips stuttered first, her cunt clenching around the plug as she rocked against Rumi’s clothed calf, her tongue lolling like she’d all but forgotten how to have any semblance of humanity. Zoey followed, her moan muffled against Rumi’s thigh, her teeth grazing the fabric before remembering herself and licking instead.
Saliva dripped from Mira’s chin onto Rumi’s boot, her humps growing frantic, her whimpers dissolving into wordless, wet sounds. Zoey’s rhythm faltered as she came - just from this, just from grinding like a bitch in heat against her handler - her cry strangled as she forced herself not to stop, not to disappoint again. "Look at you both," she whispered while they moved against her. "My perfect, ruined things."
Mira shuddered violently, the plug shifting deeper inside her with every involuntary clench, the furred tail tickling her welted ass. Rumi dragged her stiletto upward suddenly, pressing the sharp arch of her shoe against Mira’s soaked cunt, watching her hips stutter. "Sit," she ordered, snapping her fingers; Mira obeyed instantly, eagerly collapsing onto her haunches with a gasp that turned into a moan as the plug sank impossibly deeper into her ass and Rumi’s boot tip pressed into her cunt’s entrance. Zoey followed the order closely behind, her thighs trembling as she lowered herself onto Rumi’s boot, the pressure against her oversensitive clit making her vision blur.
“Such good puppies, taking everything I give you.” Rumi cooed, a smug look on her face even as her own arousal dripped onto the bed from the sheer mesh of her outfit. “Now be good pets and cum for me.” Both girls almost instantly came once they had permission; Mira’s entire body locked up and she moaned loudly. Zoey came with violent jerking, still humping Rumi’s boot with ragged panting, hips jerking wildly around nothing.
Rumi watched in silence as her puppies shuddered through their aftershocks; Zoey's whimpers dissolved into hiccups, Mira’s breath coming in softer. She withdrew her boots from in-between their legs slowly, the deliberate drag over their swollen clits making them flinch pathetically. She held out both stilettoed feet with an eyebrow raised, saying expectantly, “Clean up your mess.” She nudged her wet boot against Mira’s lips, who began licking it hesitantly. Zoey had no such hesitation, grabbing Rumi’s calf and bringing her foot up to her lips and she began licking in earnest.
She watched from her perch on the bed as her pets - her girlfriends - licked up every last drop of their own cum off of her boots like she was giving them ambrosia. A shudder traveled down her spine at the sight. The bedroom felt smaller now, the air drawn tight and warm with attention. Their eyes lifted up towards her as if she were something celestial rather than human, like she had stitched the night sky together and they were lucky enough to witness it up close.
Rumi let the silence linger. She wanted them to feel it, to understand that this quiet was not absence, but presence fully controlled by her and her alone. She reached out and curled her fingers under Mira’s chin, firm but careful, lifting her face upward until their eyes met properly. Mira went pliant instantly, her posture melting into the touch, her gaze softening with unmistakable devotion. She didn’t blink. Didn’t move. She simply let herself be held.
Rumi’s other hand followed, repeating the gesture with Zoey, thumb resting beneath her chin as she tilted Zoey’s face up as well. Zoey’s freckles stood out sharply against flushed skin, her lips parting on a silent inhale as her eyes widened, bright and eager, fixed entirely on Rumi, like her entire world was staring at her.
“I think that the both of you have gone through enough training, don’t you?” Rumi said softly while looking back and forth between the two of them.
Mira’s response came through her body. Her shoulders softened further, her chin pressing just a fraction more firmly into Rumi’s hand, as if anchoring herself there. Her eyes shone with understanding, with love, with something quietly grateful. Zoey reacted with barely-contained enthusiasm. Her eyes brightened, her posture leaning forward instinctively before she caught herself, a small tremor running through her as she tried to hold still.
Rumi’s grip tightened just slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to ground them fully in the moment. “Have you learned your lesson? Are you finally ready to be good for me?” she asked.
Zoey’s answer was immediate and wholehearted. She nodded vigorously, eyes wide and shining, collar clinked softly with the movement. She pressed her lips together to keep from making a sound. Mira’s nod came slower, deeper. She exhaled softly through her nose, surrendering, as her gaze softened even more, something reverent and calm blooming in her expression. Rumi held them both there for a second longer, reading them, feeling the truth of their responses in the way they leaned their entire lives into her hands.
Rumi smiled gently at them. Then she released their chins. Both of them stayed exactly where they were, eyes still lifted, attention unbroken, waiting for what came next. Anticipation was a malleable force in the room with them as they waited with baited breath for what Rumi was going to say next.
“Good girls.”
The words reached Zoey first, and this time the change in her was unmistakable. Her shoulders dropped as if she had finally been allowed to set something heavy down, like a burden was finally relinquished. The tightness she carried so carefully, the constant self-checking that lived just beneath her skin, loosened all at once. Their small maknae had always lived in that narrow space between too much and not enough inside her head, always afraid she was one misstep away from tipping the balance.
Too loud. Too needy. Too eager. Or worse, forgettable.
But the praise cut clean through that fear. Her breathing evened out, her spine softening as relief washed over her in visible waves. She leaned into the moment without shame, eyes bright and wide, devotion no longer edged with uncertainty. For once, she wasn’t questioning herself. She was simply safe in the knowledge that she was wanted, that she had done something good, that she was good.
Mira unraveled in a quieter manner than Zoey, but she was no less impacted by those simple words. They sank in deep, striking something tender she rarely let see the daylight. Her breath caught, subtle but real, and her eyes shimmered with something dangerously close to tears as her bottom lip trembled. Praise, for Mira, wasn’t just approval; it was intimacy. It was the quiet acknowledgment that all the love she poured out so fiercely behind closed doors was seen and cherished in return. For her girls, she was endless affection, warmth, and devotion; home cooked meals of their favorite dishes, random gentle massages to work out kinks from their choreography, slow dancing by candlelight on their penthouse rooftop for no reason.
Rumi could feel the shift in both of them, the way the room seemed to settle into a gentler rhythm. The same phrase had reached two very different hearts and given each exactly what they needed. Zoey relaxed into certainty. Mira opened into feeling. And Rumi; Rumi fell further and further in love with them.
She yanked them closer, their foreheads thumping against her knees as she carded her fingers through their sweat-damp hair. She wasn’t pulling, not punishing, just touching and feeling her girls. They slumped into her caresses as she murmured, “My good girls. My sweet, ruined puppies.” Her voice was softer now, warmer, like she was someone else yet again. Someone who was always kind and gentle with her pets. “Come here, loves.” They clambered onto the bed in a tangle of shaking limbs and aching bodies. Both women wanted to please their handler now that they’ve been told that they were good, that they were being good and doing good.
They wanted - no, needed - to show their handler just how good they could be for her.
Zoey’s tongue met Rumi’s skin, tentative at first; just a flick against Rumi’s collarbone, testing. When Rumi hummed in approval and tilted her chin up, exposing more skin to her puppy, Zoey dove in like she had been starving. She licked hungrily up Rumi’s throat, moaning right into her ear making her shiver. Mira wasn’t still either; her whines were muffled against Rumi’s smooth skin of her thigh as she mapped every inch with trembling devotion. She nuzzled into Rumi’s inner thigh, her nose bumping against the silky smooth mesh right above her cunt with hot breath. Both women took their time to lick and nuzzle all over before they got too impatient with the fact that she was wearing clothing. How dare fabric get in-between them and their handler.
As they pawed at her outfit taking it off frantically, Rumi laughed quietly at their enthusiasm, but she let them undress her, their worship clumsy and fervent as her puppies were finally allowed to feast. She didn’t have any room to talk; she was just as affected and wanted them all over her and inside her now.
Soon, her one piece was ripped off of her after much jostling and giggling and whining. Mira’s mouth found Rumi’s nipple first; her tongue circling the peaked bud before sucking it in with a whine that vibrated against Rumi’s skin. Zoey crowded in on the other side, laving attention over Rumi’s sternum, her hips, her thighs, anywhere she could reach without breaking contact. Their tails hung out of their asses dragging featherlight fur touches against Rumi’s skin, their bodies pressing flush against Rumi’s as if they could fuse themselves to her and never leave. Rumi’s fingers tightened in their hair, not pulling, just holding, her breath hitching when Mira’s teeth grazed her nipple.
Zoey’s hands trailed down Rumi’s stomach, her touch feather-light until Rumi arched into it with a hissed "Good girl." Then Zoey pressed harder, her fingers clenching Rumi’s thighs as she nosed lower, her breath hot against her wet cunt. Mira whimpered around Rumi’s breast, her own hips canting uselessly into the bed sheets, her plug shifting with every aborted thrust. Rumi’s laugh was breathless as she spread her legs wider, guiding Zoey’s face between her thighs with a hand fisted in her black hair.
"Go on," she murmured, her other hand carding through Mira’s hair as the pup nursed greedily at her chest, alternating between breasts. "Worship me properly."
Rumi made a loud moan at the first contact of Zoey’s tongue against her folds; she tightened her grip on the black hair between her legs and pulled Zoey’s face flush against her cunt, grinding down on her tongue with a roll of her hips. Saliva dripped from Zoey’s slack lips onto Rumi’s thighs, her breath coming in ragged pants through her nose as Rumi rode her face like a toy, the pull on her scalp from her being used so roughly sending her thoughts spiraling.
I’m doing good I’m so good I am her good girl, Zoey’s mind chanted on repeat.
Mira keened against Rumi’s nipple, rolling it around in her mouth before sucking on it with fervor, relishing in the way her handler’s back arched off of the bed at the sensations she was providing. Her hand drifted down Rumi’s body, caressing her toned stomach before reaching her swollen clit. She slowly began making tight circles against it, eager to see Rumi fall apart because of them being good.
"Fuck," Rumi gasped, her hips stuttering as Zoey’s tongue found her entrance and thrust in, the pressure perfect, relentless. Mira’s hand making circles on her clit in time with the thrusting of Zoey’s mouth added fuel to the fire, making her reach her tipping point faster and faster. "Just like that, puppies. Don’t stop."
Zoey’s thighs trembled where they pressed into the mattress, her own arousal a slick mess between her legs, dripping pathetically with every choked sound Rumi wrenched from her throat. Their handler’s grip on her black hair was iron clad thanks to her demon heritage; no space for Zoey to pull back, no choice but to take it, to let Rumi fuck her mouth raw. Rumi’s thighs clamped around Zoey’s ears, her back arching off the bed as she came with a ragged cry, her cunt pulsing against Zoey’s tongue as she rode out the waves, grinding down until Zoey’s whimpers dissolved into wet, obedient silence.
When Rumi finally released the hold on her hair, Zoey slumped forward, her forehead resting against Rumi’s thigh, her breath coming in ragged gulps as she licked her lips clean sluggishly. Mira nuzzled into the crook of Rumi’s arm, resting the hand that had been circling her clit on her toned stomach, feeling the rise and fall of her labored breathing. "Good dogs," she murmured, her voice rough with satisfaction. Zoey nosed at Rumi’s hipbone, her tongue flicking out once more in silent devotion, while Mira pressed a kiss to the inside of Rumi’s wrist.
Zoey’s eyelids fluttered as Rumi scratched behind her ear, her limbs going boneless under the praise. A dopey smile spread across her face. Mira whined softly to Rumi’s right causing her to look over just in time to see the pink haired woman rolling onto her back, her legs splayed shamelessly. She whimpered and lifted her hips slightly, just enough for Rumi and Zoey to see the glistening mess between her thighs, the way her cunt clenched around nothing. She held herself on her back belly-up like a dog, not-so-silently begging for attention now that she’d been good.
Her gaze darted needy to Zoey, then back to Rumi, her cheeks flushing darker as she reached down with clumsy fingers to spread herself wider. They could literally see her own slick leaking out of her cunt onto the bed. Rumi’s grin turned feral while Zoey gulped audibly to herself. "Oh puppy," she cooed, dragging two fingers through Mira’s slickness slowly, watching her back arch off the bed. Mira’s breath hitched, her thighs shaking as she pressed herself further onto Rumi’s fingers as deep as her fingers could go. They both moaned at the feeling; her walls clenched tight around Rumi’s fingers, hot and eager to be used. Mira moaned the loudest of the two of them, and she began to fuck herself on Rumi’s fingers frantically, her hips jerking in desperate little circles.
Mira thought she was going to cum right then and there when Rumi leaned in to whisper in her ear, “That’s my girl, taking me so well.”
Zoey’s whimper cut through the haze - high, needy - as she watched Mira unravel beneath Rumi’s touch. Her own thighs were rubbing together reflexively trying to relive some of the mounting arousal she was feeling. Rumi continued her ministrations on the writhing pink haired puppy beneath her, grinning when her back arched off of the bed when she hit a spot deep inside. Eventually she acknowledged Zoey next to her and decided she wanted - no, needed - to take care of both of her pups at the same time for being so good for her.
What kind of handler would she be if she didn’t take good care of her puppies?
“Come.” Rumi ordered firmly, her free hand beckoning Zoey closer; she scrambled forward on shaky limbs letting Rumi guide her to straddle Mira. Their bodies slotted together like a puzzle, Zoey leaning forward and pressing her body flush to Mira. Their chests squished together, hardened nipples shifting against each other as their lips met in a frenzy. Zoey’s cunt was dripping onto Mira’s stomach where she was straddling her, Rumi’s view giving her a fantastic look at both of her girls and their sopping wet cunts begging to be filled by her.
Zoey’s scream morphed into a moan as Rumi plunged three fingers into her waiting cunt, walls stretching around the invading digits as she just started thrusting with no warning. She continued the same relentless speed and pressure in Mira’s cunt as well, dragging out beautiful noises from her two puppies. Mira’s breath came in ragged gasps as Rumi’s palm ground against her clit with every downward and upward thrust in and out of her cunt. Zoey’s slick was so abundant that it was creating obscene squelching noises every time that Rumi dragged her fingers through her cunt, her release dripping down her thighs and onto Mira’s stomach.
“You take me so well - both of you - fuck - just like that -” Rumi was panting and moaning as she thrust her fingers into both of them, losing herself in the feeling of them clenching around her. Zoey’s hips stuttered at the praise before she started driving her hips back to meet the thrusts. Mira reached up and grabbed Zoey by the face and yanked her down into a desperate kiss. Their lips and teeth clashed over and over as they fought for dominance. Mira grabbed Zoey’s lower lip and tugged hard until Zoey gasped, granting Mira the opportunity to shove her tongue into her mouth and ravish her.
Rumi’s fingers curled inside them both while they were busy making out with each other, her voice dropping to a husky tone, “Such pretty puppies, dripping wet for me.” Zoey’s hips jerked, her cunt clenching around Rumi’s fingers as she whimpered into Mira’s mouth, her thighs shaking violently. Mira keened, her back arching off the bed, her toes curling as Rumi’s fingers scraped just right inside her. She could feel that both of them were close, their breathing getting higher and higher in pitch and their walls fluttering more and more around her.
"Not yet," Rumi purred, slowing her strokes torturously, her breath hot against Zoey’s back as she leaned over the two of them. "You’ll wait for me to tell you when you can cum, won’t you? My good girls?" Zoey nodded frantically, her forehead pressing into Mira’s collarbone as she fought to hold still, her entire body trembling with the effort.
Rumi’s breath hitched as she watched them - Zoey’s tail twitching between her ass cheeks with every thrust of her fingers, Mira’s own fingers twisting in the sheets - both of them so desperate, so perfect, so good for her.
Mira’s legs trembled where they were pinned down by Zoey’s legs, her chest heaving as Rumi’s fingers crooked inside her just enough to make her yelp, her hips jerking forward like she could chase the feeling. Rumi purred teasingly, “So wet for me - dripping all over my fingers - such a mess -” Mira keened, her body trembling in wordless supplication. Zoey’s moan cracked open against Mira’s skin, her cunt clenching around Rumi’s knuckles as if to prove her right.
Rumi leaned back. “Do you want it, puppies?” she murmured, her voice honey-dark and teasing. “Want to be my good girls and cum for me?” Zoey’s answering whine was frantic, her hips twitching, Mira mirroring her movements. Rumi just chuckled at their response, slowing her strokes to a torturous crawl, eliciting whines.
“Speak,” she commanded. “Beg.”
Mira shattered first; her voice cracking open on a sob as she arched off the bed, her hands scrabbling at Zoey’s shoulders leaving red scratch marks. “Please please handler - I’ll - I’ll be so good - good for you - fuck - wanna cum so bad - please - let me be good - be your good girl - your good puppy -”
Zoey started begging at the same time as Mira, her high-pitched words flowing out of her at the speed that she rapped. “We’ll be good - we’ll be so good handler - wanna feel your fingers fuck me so good - wanna cum - cum all over you both - be such a good puppy - good girl for you - please let me -”
Their voices tangled together in a symphony of beautiful breathless devotion; combined with the sound of their bodies sliding together and their cunts squelching with every thrust of her fingers, Rumi had never heard a sweeter soundtrack. Rumi’s breath hitched as she felt them both teetering on the edge, their bodies trembling beneath her touch. The rush she felt at having them both under her control was a high like no other.
“Cum for me.”
And they did like the good puppies they were. They both cried out as they let go, their cunts clenching and throbbing against Rumi’s deep-seated fingers, milking them with tight pulses. Their release gushed out of them both at different intervals, coating them both as well as Rumi’s hands and wrists with cum. Rumi kept thrusting into them both as their climaxes ripped through them like a violent storm, her movements slower as they wound down. She withdrew slowly, dragging her fingers through their slick folds with deliberate cruelty, letting them feel every inch of loss. Mira whimpered at the emptiness, her hips jerking pathetically, but Rumi just smirked and lifted her glistening fingers to her lips. Her tongue curled around them with a moan that made both pups shiver; long, filthy licks that left her fingers clean and her lips shiny.
“Delicious,” she purred, her gaze dropping to their ruined cunts, their trembling thighs. “Like you were made just for me.”
Then she exhaled sharply and sat back on her knees and let the feeling of being in control wash over her. She rolled her shoulders forward, the rigid line of her spine softening as she reached for Zoey who had flopped to the side off of Mira. Her fingers were nothing but gentle as she traced her purple collar. “Okay to take off?” she asked, her voice sweet and soothing. No longer handler Rumi’s commanding tone, just Rumi; the girl who brought them coffee in bed and kissed their foreheads good morning. Zoey nodded, her breath hitching and her entire being melting as the collar loosened. The cool air hit her sweat-damp throat like a balm as she felt herself coming down from her subspace with a crash, exhaustion slamming into her from the past few hours and the concert.
“Good girl,” Rumi whispered, pressing a kiss to Zoey’s pulse point. “You did so well, sweetheart.” She turned to Mira next, who was still laying on her back and hadn’t moved at all, chest heaving and face covered in tears.
Rumi just cupped Mira’s face, her thumbs wiping away tear tracks with unbearably tender swipes. “Hey,” she murmured, her nose brushing Mira’s. “Look at me.” Mira’s lashes fluttered open, her pupils still dilated, her breathing still uneven. Rumi smiled - soft, and loving, and real - and slowly unbuckled Mira’s collar, her fingers massaging the red skin it left behind from Rumi’s yanking throughout the night.
“There’s my brave girl,” she cooed, her lips grazing Mira’s forehead. “You were amazing today. Both of you. Just what we all needed after how hard we worked during the tour.”
The plugs came out with slow, gentle ministrations. Rumi’s hands were steady as she pressed against Zoey’s tailbone, easing the butt plug tail free with a slow pull that had Zoey gasping into her shoulder. “Easy, easy,” Rumi murmured, her other hand stroking Zoey’s flank like she was soothing a spooked animal as it popped out. Mira came next, her hips jerking when Rumi’s fingers brushed over the sensitive rim, but Rumi just shushed her, pressing a kiss to her knee as the plug popped free.
“Such good pups,” Rumi whispered, setting them aside with deliberate care before gathering a trembling Zoey and Mira kisses on their faces. “Let’s get you clean, yeah?”
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Rumi moved through the quiet of the bathroom with a care that felt almost reverent.
The edge that had carried her through the night had long since melted away, leaving only warmth and vigilance in its place. Mira and Zoey were both spent now, their bodies heavy with exhaustion, adrenaline finally burned down to embers. They leaned into her without thinking, trust so complete it no longer needed to be proven. Rumi guided them gently, hands steady as she washed shampoo through their hair, slow circles at their scalps meant not to command but to soothe. She took her time. She always did during aftercare. This was where everything settled back into something soft and human.
Zoey dozed first, head tipped forward, lashes resting against her cheeks as Rumi rinsed the soap from her hair. She murmured faintly when warm water ran down her shoulders, the sound small and vulnerable. Rumi steadied her with one hand, the other tracing reassuring paths down her arms, grounding her. Mira stayed awake longer, though her eyes were heavy, her posture slack in a way she would never allow the world to see. When Rumi washed her hair, Mira leaned back into her touch, a quiet sigh slipping free, emotion still lingering close to the surface.
When they were clean and wrapped in soft towels, Rumi gently guided them to sit on the edge of the bed. She dried their hair, methodical and gentle, as if every stroke were a thank you spoken without words. Only when she was sure they were warm, safe, and fully present again did she finally speak as she pulled them up to lay down in bed with her.
Her voice was softer than it had been all night.
She told them she was proud of them. Not in the way Rumi praised them when the lights were low and the rules were different, but in the way that came from her chest, honest and unguarded. She thanked them for the months on the road, for the endless rehearsals, the interviews, the jet lag, the pressure to always be perfect. She named the things she knew they never thought she noticed. Zoey pushing through exhaustion with a smile even when she was scared of disappointing everyone. Mira holding the group steady, carrying so much responsibility without ever asking for relief.
Rumi told them she saw it all.
And then she told them she loved them. Not as a leader, not as a handler, not as the center of their gravity, but simply as Rumi. She loved the effort they gave, the passion they poured into their work, the way they showed up for her and their fans and for each other every single day. She loved who they were when the stage lights were off and the world wasn’t watching just as much if not more than when they were together singing and dancing on stage or battling demons.
Zoey’s breath wavered first. Her eyes filled as the words sank in, tears spilling over as she pressed closer, forehead resting against Rumi’s shoulder. Mira followed more slowly, emotion breaking through her composure at last. She swallowed hard, eyes shining, one hand curling into the fabric of Rumi’s shirt as if to anchor herself there.
Rumi held them both, arms wrapped around familiar warmth, letting them cry without fixing it, without rushing them through it. This was part of the care too. Letting them feel it. Letting them be held. She stayed exactly where she was, steady and present, keeping watch as the two people she loved most drifted back into rest, safe in the knowledge that they were cherished far beyond what applause could ever give them.