She laughed against me, her eyes alive. “Oh, that sounds terrifying and evil, sir!” She pressed to me. “What if a Sophie slut was dressed as a little fox with a tail plugged in her ass, too?”
I cradled her against me, kissing her hair. The sadistic nature was still turned off because it wasn’t playtime, but I knew the fantasies and I knew all the things that might make that part of me hotter and darker. “Mm, that sounds like she’d want to be chased down through the trees. I know some people want trophy kills, but I think it might be more fun to have a trophy toy to fuck and then lock in a cage where it could be taken out and raped all the time.”
Sophie giggled and shivered against me excitedly. “Oh, no! That poor little fox toy, forced to wait for the next round it would be used for your amusement.”
I slanted my mouth across hers because… God, I don’t remember being this sappy before I met Sophie, but I actually couldn’t resist her when she was so near and she made me so happy. It only got better as the night went on too. It was the strangest effect when we started playing darker and darker games.
It was almost like they were a release of that more twisted nature for both of us because when we played them, the loving moments afterwards only got more loving. When Sophie calmed down, I got all the cuddle time I could ever ask for when she lay on my chest and pet my hair while I pet hers.
My Sophie. She was an angel who just so happened to be something of a devil, enough to turn me bad. Not that I was complaining. I loved being her kind of bad.
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