Masked Desires

Chapter 16: Killian

As I stumbled through the front door, the room seemed to tilt and sway around me. I clutched an empty bottle in my hand, its lightness a stark contrast to the heaviness I felt in my body. My head was spinning, and every movement was a struggle. After a long, hard day of killing enemies, my back ached, and my muscles felt like they were on fire. I made my way toward the couch, each step a slow, laborious effort. When I finally collapsed onto the sofa, I let out a deep groan, hoping that the numbness from the alcohol would dull the pain. The day's brutal events and the relentless discomfort seemed to blur together, leaving me searching for any shred of relief in the hazy comfort of the couch.

My eyes were blurry and threatening to close as I sank onto the sofa. Through the haze, I caught sight of Sophie in the kitchen. She was baking, her hands smeared with chocolate as she licked her fingers clean with a mischievous grin. Her playful giggle and the way she looked at me with those innocent eyes cut through my fog of exhaustion and pain. The sight of her in that short black lace dress—so sheer that it was practically see-through—caught me off guard . In a fit of frustration, I let the empty bottle drop from my hand. It hit the floor with a sharp crack and shattered into pieces, the sound echoing in the quiet room. For a moment, the harshness of the day, the ache in my muscles, and the weight of the broken bottle seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of her presence and the simple joy of the moment.

"Oh, hi Daddy!" she said with a mischievous grin, her voice dripping with sweetness. Fuck even in my drunk mess state I felt my bulge getting painfully harder just from hearing her sweet voice. God how lucky I became.

"Come here, princess," I said, my voice low and weary. I patted my lap, inviting her to sit.

Sophie moved slowly, her hips swaying slightly as she approached. As she settled onto my lap and on my hard bulge, I winced, unable to mask the twinge of pain in my back.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Shall I give you a massage?"

I shook my head, though the idea of her touch was tempting. "No, it's fine," I muttered, not wanting to admit how much I needed it.

But Sophie wasn't deterred. She continued, gently pressing her delicate hands against the back of my shoulder. Her touch was surprisingly soothing. "Let me help you," she insisted, her fingers working deftly to relieve the tension in my muscles.

Sophie's hands were warm and delicate as they moved across the back of my shoulders, applying just the right amount of pressure. I couldn't help but sigh in relief as she worked her magic.

Her closeness was a strange comfort, even amidst the confusion and turmoil of our relationship.  She then started moving her hips up and down on my bulge. What is this massage turning into... her barely covered, rubbing her pussy on my bulge, the only thing covering in between is my suit pants I doubt she's wearing anything under the short dress as I can see her wetness staining on my pants. Fuck.

"Hmm," I moan. "Keep going, princess," I tell her, closing my eyes and resting my head on the arm of the sofa. I feel Sophie slowing down, so I lift my hips to create more friction. Slowly, I open my blurry eyes to see why she's slowing down. I notice she's looking a bit sad and see my tattoo with her name on my bicep. I use that arm to gently move her hair behind her ear and look at her reaction. She notices me looking and then puts a smile on her face. "This is covering too much," she says with a playful tone. "Don't you think it's getting hot? Take it off."

"Is my virgin slut getting horny." I ask

She turns a cute pink color and says, "I'm only helping, Daddy."

"Whatever you say princess"

I then let her take my shirt and pants.

I'm completely naked but just my boxes covering me. She then pauses and sits in awe I grab her hands and lead her hands to my abs I let go and let her hands wonder, she lick my abs.  I shiver and groan in pleasure, a thin sweat forming on my forehead. She then touches my bulge that's under my boxes she gives it a squeeze. I hear her whisper "fuck it's so big". I don't think she realised I heard.