Healing Sophie

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Sophie squirmed anxiously, the black fabric covering her eyes. She was laid out on the large bed, tied down by the hands and feet. She couldn't believe the deviant she had become. She couldn't deny liking the slice of pain that the ropes delivered across her skin, nor could she deny the building excitement for what was to come. She was what was to come, she supposed.

When Finn had suggested the five of them play a game, that wasn't quite what she had pictured. The only indicator she wasn't alone in the room was roaming hands across her body in different areas.

"Comfort," Finn demanded.

"Green." Her voice was meek and foreign feeling.

"Good girl, we're going to each take a turn with you. If you can guess who each one is without us speaking, you'll get all of us. If not, you get to sit and watch the rest of us play without you. How does that sound?"

"G-Good, sir."

Sophie's breath caught as she listened to shuffling feet. She felt vulnerable laying there in the lingerie she had put on for them earlier that day. Her vision was completely blocked. All there was for her body to do was to feel. They had complete control over her and she loved it. She knew the control she held as well, though. She knew she had the power to stop anything they did if she was uncomfortable and that made her trust the guys with every fiber of her being.

The bed dipped and Sophie tensed. It was equal parts thrilling and nerve-wrecking not knowing the when or the who. She wondered if all of their connections were strong enough for her to just know.

She could feel dark, predatory eyes on her, scanning her body. She squirmed, yearning for any contact she could get.

A featherlight brush of a finger across her hip had Sophie's body jolting and it came as soon as it went, causing a desperate whimper to escape from her lips.

A moment later she was enveloped in a warm, deep kiss. It was sweet but playful.

The person's hand traced back down her body and pulled aside her lingerie, swirling a finger around her. She moaned and bucked into his touch but he gently slammed her hips back down. He slowly thrusted his finger inside of her, the action tantalizing and leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world. Sophie sat through the torment one finger at a time until he had three buried inside of her.

"Please," she begged.

The person continued, not letting up.

Sophie cried out, "Please, fuck me."

The person let out a low growl and moved off of Sophie. She pouted at the loss but it was soon wiped away by something warm pressing up against her. She gasped, feeling incredibly sensitive. He gently grabbed her legs, hoisting them up on his shoulders before slowly inserting himself into her. She cried at the stretch but he swallowed it with a sweet, passionate kiss. He took his time pounding in and out of her while kissing every inch of her body. Every touch was attentive and loving. It was a no brainer for Sophie.

"More, daddy."

Victor cursed and picked up his pace, pinning her legs to his chest and hitting deep within her.

"Fuck, princesa." Sophie cried as he slammed into her. She was close and she knew he was too, judging by his staggered breathing. "Cum with me, Sofia."

The two of them cried out and came down from their high together. Victor gave her one last loving kiss and pulled away.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too," Sophie said breathlessly.

Victor departed, leaving her alone once again.