Covetousness

Redflags (F) | OT8 + 1

Same warnings ladies ^-^

You’re sitting astride Mikha’s face, her mouth moving with determined, skillful motions that send shivers through you. She pauses briefly, looking up with a mischievous smile. "Like that, hmm? I can tell you're enjoying this," she murmurs, her voice muffled against your skin.

You try to respond, but all that comes out is a soft moan. "P-please... Mikha..." Your hands, still bound, instinctively clutch her hair as she dives back in with renewed intensity, clearly enjoying her control over you. Just then, Jhoanna shifts in front of you, her eyes dark with desire as she watches your reactions to Mikha’s every movement.

“Look at you, completely at our mercy,” Jhoanna murmurs, tracing her fingers along your cheek before guiding your mouth back to her cock. “Good… Now show me what that mouth of yours can do.” She arches her back, letting out a soft gasp as you comply, feeling her tremble under your touch. Your heart races as you try to process the mix of sensations – the deep warmth from Mikha below and the firm grip of Jhoanna’s hand against you.

After a few moments, Jhoanna tilts her head back, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. “Fuck you're so perfect,” she moaned, breathless. “I don’t think we’ll ever let you go, not when you’re this good.” Her words send a chill down your spine, a reminder of your reality: you’re locked in here with them, their “plaything” in Mikha’s hidden room. The thought both frightens and thrills you, but a part of you knows you can’t endure this forever.

"Please... you’ve had your fun," you whisper, voice trembling. But they ignore your plea, Jhoanna leaning down, her lips hovering close to yours. “Oh, we’re just getting started,” she says softly, her words sending another shiver down your spine.

For what feels like hours, they keep you in a cycle of pleasure and exhaustion, pushing you to the brink only to pull you back again. Finally, as the last waves of intensity fade, they release you from the ties binding your hands. Jhoanna cradles your head in her lap, letting you rest for a moment, while Mikha leans in to tenderly clean you with her tongue, each touch making you shiver with sensitivity. All three of you lie there, breathless, each body heaving after what must have been the fifth round tonight.

“Babi,” you murmur, your voice tired and pleading. “I… I need to sleep. Please… let’s rest?”

Mikha glances up at Jhoanna, her expression softer, almost sympathetic as she silently pleads on your behalf. Jhoanna narrows her eyes, studying you before finally sighing, her fingers tracing your jaw.

“Fine,” she relents, helping you settle down beside Mikha. She unties the final ropes from your hands and wraps her arms around both of you, pulling you close. “But don’t even think about running away,” she warns, her tone low and commanding.

As they cuddle you close, Mikha gently strokes your hair, her touch surprisingly tender as she places soft kisses on your forehead, letting you feel her warmth. With her, there’s a strange comfort, a softness that contrasts with Jhoanna’s dominant, almost controlling nature. Mikha didn’t push you as far, though she went along with whatever Jhoanna commanded. In a way, Jhoanna’s demands were stifling; she enjoyed exerting her control, denying you any satisfaction until she decided to let you release. You sigh, feeling the familiar weight of exhaustion, yet knowing tonight you might have a chance to break free.

You’ve been secretly planning this moment, waiting for the perfect chance. As the night goes on, you lie awake, waiting for their breathing to even out into the deep, steady rhythm of sleep. When you’re finally sure, you slip free from their arms and quickly dress, throwing on Mikha’s hoodie and a pair of Jhoanna’s pants, deciding against undergarments in case you’re caught. Moving quietly, you make your way to the door, carefully avoiding anything that might make noise and risk waking them.