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Mira had known from a young age that she was different from most people.
Not in any way that really mattered, she later learned – or at least, mattered to her.
It mattered to her family and other families like hers.
Blueblood. Highborn. Pedigree.
It was supposed to be a compliment, a job well done for popping out of the right uterus. The words felt dehumanizing to her. Like she was a piece of livestock or some blue ribbon winner at a dog show in an endless parade on inbred housepets.
Mira was not a fucking dog, thank you very much.
…
Well.
Most of the time she wasn’t.
“Nuh-uh, puppy. I told you to keep your mouth open.”
Shit.
Mira let out a whine at Zoey’s scolding, freeing her bottom lip where she had been biting it to try and stave off her embarrassing noises. Zoey caught her almost immediately, halting her hips where they had been pistoning in and out of Mira.
Once she let her jaw fall slack again, Zoey resumed moving, thrusting a frankly obscene sized strap into Mira’s drooling cunt like it was made for it. Zoey had to use four fingers to prepare her enough to take it, Mira having been thoroughly wrecked at three and just a mess from that point forward.
One of the only rules Zoey had was for Mira to keep her mouth open. Mira could come as much as she wanted, wasn’t restrained, and had nothing keeping her from talking back.
With her mouth kept open though, every pathetic whine was sung into the open air.
That wasn’t even the worst part.
She was drooling.
She wasn’t even allowed to close her mouth and swallow any of it pooling under her tongue. Zoey would know if she did and if she failed to follow instructions, Mira would be punished with kennel time.
No. She was not going to elaborate.
So there she was, the flawless visual of the world’s most prestigious K-Pop band, with a goddamn collar and leash on and drooling like a fucking mutt.
It was staining her chin, dribbling onto the pillow her cheek was pressed against as Zoey pounded her from behind.
(Just like the dog she is, a pretty purebred for her girls to train)
“God, look at you.” Zoey said, interspersed with grunts due to the effort and dedication she always gave for railing Mira into the mattress. “Such a messy little pup, huh?”
Zoey had once tried calling her a bitch, but Mira had instantly recoiled at it. Too long had that word been used as a criticism for Mira not fitting the role her parents tried to force onto her. Always the wild child, the black sheep. Not attentive enough, never smiling enough, not obedient enough.
Jokes on them. She knew how to be obedient and was really good at it, if her partners had any say. Once the collar was looped around her neck, she moved on autopilot.
Sit. Kneel. Speak. Don’t speak.
“Keep your mouth open, babygirl.” Zoey repeated. Mira hadn’t closed it – sometimes Zoey just gave her reminders of her tasks she was told to. Mira never messed up on purpose, but if she let her mind wander too much, she’d forget. The whole point of this was to keep Mira from thinking.
Not able to see Mira’s face the best from behind, Zoey gave the leash a tug to make her lift her head. With one hand holding the leash, the other hand clumsily reached towards Mira’s face, fingers sliding across her messy chin and hooking her bottom lip.
“Look at you, listening so well.” Zoey’s fingers prodded at Mira’s teeth before tickling across her tongue. Mira could feel more drool escape, coating Zoey’s fingers as they began thrusting in and out. “You’re so messy, drooling everywhere. We’re going to have to change out the pillowcases because of you, aren’t we?”
There was little to no expectation for Mira to answer, not when Zoey pressed her fingers in enough for Mira to gag. She hacked and coughed around the intrusions, making her face even more of a mess as tears began streaming down her cheeks. Zoey was merciful enough to withdraw after only a few moments, knowing Mira didn’t have nearly as much of a tolerance for deepthroating like Rumi did.
Not everyone could be an absolute fucking throat GOAT, okay? Mira did her best.
“That’s it, baby. Catch your breath.” Zoey’s thrusts eased as Mira shuddered through the worst of the coughs, trying to catch her breath and nearly choking more on her own spit. She could feel Zoey’s damp finger rub soothing circles between her shoulderblades and let out a whine, shoving her hips back to try and get that sweet friction back.
That soothing touch turned punishing, Zoey’s hand cracking sharply against the plushness of Mira’s ass. “Hey! Bad girl! Your job is to take it and be grateful.”
“‘M sorry.” Mira mumbled, eyes stinging from the strike. Zoey’s scolding demeanor immediately softened.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re just an anxious little pup sometimes, aren’t you?” Mira nodded, panting harshly into the open air. Zoey gently patted the area she had just spanked, seeing how beautifully Mira’s fair skin reddened from one strike. “I know you don’t mean to misbehave, but even accidental misbehavior needs to be corrected. Isn’t that right?”
Another bob of Mira’s head. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Are you too tired to keep going? Do you need a break?”
“No!” Mira’s hand shot behind her, clutching Zoey’s where it was loosely placed on her ass. “Please don’t stop. I can be good. I wanna keep going, keep being good. Please?”
“Babygirl, I didn’t mean I was going to stop.” Zoey dropped the leash, beginning to run her fingers through Mira’s hair as Mira whined pathetically. “I mean you might be too tired from keeping yourself nice and propped up for me.”
“O-oh.” Mira’s face burned, a little embarrassed by her own desperation.
“How about I pull out –” another whine from Mira, but Zoey continued, “And we get you nice and cozy on your back? That way I can see you pretty, messy face while I fuck you.”
Pretty and messy. Two things Mira would have never thought could coexist.
Pretty – something her parents wanted her to be. She was so scared of just being some pretty, mindless thing for people to admire.
Messy – something she was terrified of being. There were always eyes on her. She couldn’t afford to be messy.
But with her girls? With Zoey and Rumi?
They changed what those words meant to her. With them, she could be the prettiest, messiest little pet without it leaving a hollow feeling of dread in her chest. Even drooling and empty-headed, stripped of all her armor and wearing a leash of all things, they made Mira feel safe. They took every bit of control she would usually keep a death grip on and somehow made her feel loved at the same time.
And really, the way Zoey looked down at Mira when she was flipped onto her back was that in its purest form.
Love.
“There you are. I missed seeing that face of yours.” Zoey cooed, staring down at Mira’s tear streaked, blotchy, and drool-smudged face like it was a masterpiece in the goddamn Louvre. The compliment caused a full body shiver to race through Mira, the accompanying whine breathy and trembling.
The tip of the strap pressed against Mira in a brief warning before Zoey slid the rest in, devastatingly smooth and steady. The noise Mira let out sounded borderline wounded and she was already so thoroughly fucked open that the slide was near frictionless. Her body had long since surrendered to everything Zoey was doing.
Just for Zoey, she was so open, so pliant, and absolutely dripping.
“Goodness, you’re drooling so much.” Zoey’s thumb came up, pressing against Mira’s spit slick chin and smudging it around even more. Eyes watering and full of desperation, Mira made a pleading noise while keeping her jaw dutifully slack.
Looking down at Mira a tad critically, Zoey inched her thumb higher, pressing against Mira’s bottom teeth and prying her jaw open a tad wider. Mira watched as Zoey’s eyes narrowed, wondering what could possibly be going through her head.
Zoey pursed her lips, shifting to hover her face over Mira’s. Just as Mira was about to make a questioning noise, Zoey opened her own mouth and spit.
Right into Mira’s open fucking mouth.
Arousal shot through Mira as soon as it landed on her tongue, bucking her hips so hard that Zoey’s grip turned near bruising to hold her in place. Looking so unbelievably smug, Zoey gently pushed Mira’s mouth closed, leaning down to rumble in her ear.
“Swallow it.”
Another shiver went through Mira, weaker with how strung out she was. Her swallowing was embarrassingly loud, throat flexing as she did exactly as she was told like the good girl she was.
In a reward for her good behavior that was both heaven and hell, Zoey started thrusting again, prying Mira’s jaw back down so she could moan open-mouthed and sloppy just like before. Mira’s entire body felt like it was burning, like barely contained lightning was crackling underneath her skin and ricocheting down her spine.
Unable to help herself, her eyes locked onto Zoey’s mouth where it was still hovering over hers, slightly slack with Zoey’s heavy breathing from how much effort she was putting into fucking Mira. Laser focused on Zoey’s perfect, plush lips, Mira’s moans reached a new degree of desperation, causing those lips to stretch in a cruel smile.
“Oh, you really liked that, didn’t you?” Mira nodded frantically, letting her jaw fall a little wider in a silent plea for more. The chuckle Zoey let out was pure sin mixed with bad intentions. “I’ll give you more, but you aren’t allowed to swallow unless I tell you. Can you do that for me?”
Mira nodded harder, something vaguely like “uh-huh” coming from her open mouth.
And Zoey, ever eager to spoil her well behaved pup, did exactly as she promised.
Spitting into Mira’s mouth again, Zoey hooked her thumb over Mira’s bottom teeth, making it impossible for Mira to close it without biting her. For once in her life, Mira was not inclined to bite the hand that feeds her.
Or fucks her, she guesses. Either works.
Instead she just gasped wetly, moaning and clawing at the sheets as Zoey put 110% into fucking every thought out of Mira’s head. Everything was scalding hot and damp, from the drool and tears staining Mira’s face, the slick mess between her thighs, and the sheen of sweat on both her and Zoey’s skin from the exhausting tangle and dance of their bodies together.
“That’s it. That’s such a good girl.” Zoey grunted, abs beginning to burn. She didn’t let her strength or rhythm falter, Mira’s needy gasps and whines fueling each flex of her hips. Tugging at Mira’s teeth enough to cause a twinge in her jaw, Zoey spit again. It landed hotly right on Mira’s tongue, causing her to jolt again.
Zoey released her grip on Mira’s jaw. “Swallow.”
Mira’s mouth closed and her throat flexed again, Zoey pressing her palm against it to feel the muscles move. As soon as they stilled, Mira’s mouth fell back open and this time, Zoey didn’t even wait to spit again. Not when Mira was begging so prettily with those teary eyes of hers.
“Swallow.”
Mira couldn’t obey fast enough, her teeth clicking together from how eagerly she followed the instructions.
“One last one, but you can’t swallow it until after you come. Sound good?”
Mira didn’t speak or even nod. She just kept her eyes locked with Zoey’s and let her jaw fall slack again.
With a pleased hum, Zoey hooked two fingers under Mira’s collar, pulling it enough to make Mira crane her neck and giving herself a perfect view of Mira’s adorable pink tongue. Without shame or thought, Mira let her tongue loll outward for Zoey’s hungry eyes.
When Zoey spit, Mira didn’t retract it. She just let her tongue stay out, drooling a mess of her and Zoey’s saliva as Zoey pounded into her with a single-minded focus. Zoey had one hand behind Mira’s knee, pushing it upward to bend Mira in half while the other stayed hooked on Mira’s collar, using it as leverage to hold Mira in place so she could feel each unforgiving inch that pistoned in and out.
Mira took it all, fire roaring in her abdomen as she was reduced to a crying, moaning, drooling mess. The splotchy flush on her face had seeped down her neck and was now staining her chest and her skin shone with sweat. It was the kind of sex where the only thing that could clean them up was a scalding hot shower and nothing less.
“C’mon pretty girl. I know you’re close.” Zoey grit out, the strain of thrusting beginning to make itself clear in her voice. Sweat dripped down her temple and her flexing abs, never settling for anything less than mindblowing when it came to giving their needy pup what she wanted. “I know you can come like this, without me even touching your needy clit. Be a good girl and show me.”
She was right, of course. Mira could on occasion climax from penetration alone. But that was only if she was a certain level of wrecked where her mind had fully surrendered to the whims of her body.
Considering Zoey had basically fucked her stupid, this was one of those times.
The cry Mira let out was garbled and loud, enough to leave her throat feeling scratchy. She panted hard, open-mouthed as tears streamed down her cheeks from the sheer ecstasy overwhelming her senses. Zoey knew exactly how to plunge in to the hilt and grind just right to draw out each wave of Mira’s orgasm, leaving her squirming and crying from crackling heat rippling through her body.
“There you go. Good girl. Good girl.” Zoey panted out, still flexing her abs in little circles to help Mira wind down on the last few waves. Mira sobbed through one last moan before tapering off into a pathetic whimper, her tongue still lolled out as every muscle in her body went slack.
Soft as silk, Zoey’s hand cupped Mira’s jaw, urging it to close and for Mira to pull her tongue back in. She pressed a kiss to Mira’s damp, flushed cheek and whispered sugary sweet in her ear.
“Swallow.”