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It was a rare off day for the Katseye girls after returning from their press trip, a ‘mental wellbeing day’ Sophia had declared it, encouraging all the members to do whatever they wanted to do to take a well-deserved break.

Lara, Megan Yoonchae were heading out early to grab brunch and visit a new arcade downtown that Yoonchae was begging to go to.

“I’m going to beat you both at ALL the games.” Yoonchae said teasingly, pointing gun fingers at the two older girls.

“I was gonna promise to win you the biggest plushie the entire place has to offer Chae, but if you wanna play like that then I see how it is. Game on.” Megan grinned.

“Keep them out of trouble Lara!” Sophia called from the couch as the three of them left the house in fits of giggles.

She flicked through the Netflix home screen trying to find something to watch. Action movie? No. Comedy? Eh. Horror? Absolutely not.

“I think they added all the Barbie movies recently, you know the ones from the early 2000’s? I know you like them.”

Manon was walking towards Sophia with elegant strides, her sweatpants sat low on her hips, GAP boxers peeking out the top, waist beads sat perfectly on her toned abs, and a white tank that drifted up her midriff and left little to the imagination.

There was still a slight tension in the air since Sophia had decided that Manon was trying to steal Daniela off her. No words had been spoken about it, but the feelings were still hanging between them. Manon had backed off from Daniela slightly since the incident sensing Sophia’s irritation, but still lingering, hovering close by, enough that Sophia couldn’t complain, but still enough to keep the Filipina on edge.

Manon had truly meant nothing by it, but she could feel the jealousy radiating off Sophia the past day. The way Sophia held Daniela closer, wedging herself between Daniela and Manon whenever they got too close, the watchful eye whenever they giggled over an inside joke. Something about that jealousy made Manon’s curiosity spark, she felt the need to make Sophia break.

Sophia put on her best smile as she watched the Swiss girl approach. She didn’t hate Manon, could never hate her, she loved her dearly, she just felt territorial and Manon was toeing the line of it.

“Thanks Manz,” she said as cheerily as possible, swiping through the options and settling on Barbie of Swan Lake. Peak cinema she thought to herself as she tried to relax and compose herself.

Manon settled herself down on the couch next to Sophia, there were plenty of other spaces to sit but she still chose to sit next to Sophia. She felt her heart pang with guilt, had she been too hard on Manon? Was it all some big misunderstanding, the exhaustion finally catching up to her and clouding her feelings?

“Dani still asleep?” Manon asked, settling back to watch the movie with surprising interest.

“I suppose so.” Sophia replied, the tiniest sparks of jealousy lighting in her stomach that she tried to ignite. You’re overthinking she thought to herself.

“Hmm,” Manon replied in understanding “guess it’s just us for now then.”

The younger girl took her eyes away from the TV to read Manon’s face as she said it. She was met by the small, curved grin plastered across her face, that usual twinkle in her eye when she was about to cause trouble. Heat crept up Sophia’s neck as she quickly averted her gaze back to look straight forwards at the TV.

Manon inched closer until they were sat side by side, the hairs on their arms touching just enough to create tension. Sophia swallowed hard.

The movie continued playing, Sophia locking her eyes on the screen and not looking into her peripheral vision where she could tell Manon was looking directly at her, burning her stare into her skin.

“You good, Manz?” Sophia broke the silence quietly.

Manon’s hand rested softly on Sophia’s thigh, drawing lazy shapes into the fabric of Sophia’s silk pyjama pants, her gaze still unmoving from the Filipina’s face.

“You know, Dani gets to have you all the time,” her fingers playfully walked up Sophia’s chest, tracing the seam of her buttoned pyjama shirt “and I know Lara’s had a piece of you too.” She titled her head to look up at the leader next to her. “When’s it my turn Fia?”

Before Sophia could even open her mouth to respond, Manon planted both her hands flat on the leader’s chest as she swung her leg round to staddle her lap in one swift motion.

Sophia pushed herself further backwards into the cushions of the couch, her breath catching. Manon closed the gap, leaning forwards and looming over the younger girl until their foreheads were touching.

“Didn’t you tell us to take a well-deserved break today?” Manon’s words were flirtingly teasing, her voice laced with honey as she examined the girl beneath her.

“Yes Manz, you’ve worked so hard, you deserve a break.” Sophia cleared her throat and composed herself.

Leadership responsibilities she reminded herself.

Manon’s fingers began unbuttoning Sophia’s shirt with slow precision, Sophia’s breath hitching as the cold air began to hit her chest. The Swiss girl made her way down to the last button, letting the shirt spill open to expose Sophia’s perfectly bare breasts, nipples hardening into peaks as they were met by the chill of the room.

Manon’s fingers grazed over the younger girl’s breast, following the path of the fading hickey from Lara and the recently freshened bruise left by Daniela. She hummed in amusement.

“Dirty, dirty girl.” Manon tsked. “Collecting souvenirs are you?”

Sophia’s eyes narrowed fractionally. “You have to earn your spot first.”

Sophia’s body was telling her to give in, to be a good leader and let Manon take whatever she needed from her, but her brain still lingered with jealousy and the need to remind Manon that she was the one in charge.

Manon’s tongue raked along the bruises, raising the hairs on Sophia’s body. Her tongue made its way over to Sophia’s nipple, tugging on it with her teeth experimentally, drawing out whines from the girl underneath her.

Her hips pushed down deeper into Sophia’s lap, letting her clit press against the Filipina’s pelvic bone. She lifted her head up and groaned into the feeling as she moved her hips in slow tight circles. Her fingers caressed Sophia’s nipples, pinching and twisting just enough to make her writhe. Sophia’s hands flew to Manon’s hips, digging in her fingers every time Manon made a movement that made her body twitch.

Their lips were fractions apart, close enough that Sophia could smell the lingering mint of Manon’s toothpaste and her morning coffee.

Manon looked dead into Sophia’s eyes, her chest rising rapidly as heat spread from her core and through her limbs.

“Do you want this?” Manon whispered against Sophia’s lips, breaking the rising tension of the moment to speak with serious sincerity.

“Yes. Yes, I want it.” Sophia gasped.

“Safe word is...” Manon looked around the room trying to find something distinguishable, noticing the movie still playing in the background that both girls had blocked out of their senses long ago “Barbie.”

Sophia let out a small, breathy laugh at the absurdity.

“You say Barbie and I’ll know to stop. Got it, princess?” Manon’s words teased at the end, Sophia nodding in acknowledgement with a genuine smile creeping onto her face.

“Good girl.” Manon hummed, finally letting her lips meet the Filipina’s.

She was slow, deliberate, learning what made Sophia gasp and writhe. She tugged on Sophia’s bottom lip, causing her hips to buck up in pleasure, the friction rubbing against Manon’s core.

Manon’s hands circled Sophia’s shoulders, forcing the shirt that was loosely clinging onto her body to slide down, Sophia shimmying it off to leave her completely bare from the waist up.

Manon pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their mouths and running down Sophia’s chin. Manon could feel the coil tightening in her stomach already, her panties becoming damp, threatening to leave a dark spot on her sweats.

Sophia’s initial shock and submission was starting to fade as she watched Manon arch her back, hips rocking erratically against her lap. The power began to surge through her body in sparks, her fingers digging into Manon’s hips more possessively to guide her through the movements.

Manon knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted Sophia riled up, she was so pent-up and desperate that she ached at the idea of Sophia being rough with her. She needed to see how far she could push her.

“Such a good leader, letting me use you,” Manon panted “such a good little fuck toy.”

Sophia grabbed the older girl by the back of the head, tangling her fingers in her tight curls enough to make the scalp sting and Manon mewl in pain.

“Who do you think is in charge here?” Sophia husked.

Manon returned the favour, yanking Sophia’s hair in one sharp movement, their lips restrained apart fractionally, hot breath hitting each other's lips.

“I think that you’re the one trembling underneath me right now Sophia,” Manon strained “thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

Sophia’s eyes flashed black and hungry, dropping her grip on the visual’s hair, planting her hands on her waist and spinning her around until her back was on the couch and Sophia was now the one sat in her lap.

“Try again.” Sophia teased.

Manon smiled in satisfaction, grabbing the Filipina by the nape and pulling her back down into another heated kiss, not caring about presentation, she just wanted to completely claim the leader’s mouth.

Without warning, Sophia repositioned to wedge her thigh in between Manon’s core with one brutal thrust.

The sensation knocked the air out of Manon’s lungs. She desperately lifted her hips, unapologetically grinding down on Sophia’s muscle trying to chase her high again.

It was approaching faster than she expected. She could feel her limbs start to tingle, that familiar flush beginning to spread through her body.

Sophia could tell the older girl was close already, her eyes were clamped shut in concentration, head thrown back, her breathing becoming unrestrained.

“If I let you come, you lose.” Sophia said slyly.

Manon’s eyes flew open, hips stilling. Her ego was not about to let Sophia win this.

She traced the waistband of Sophia’s pants with the tips of her fingers, eyes surveying the girl’s reaction as her fingers slowly dipped below the waistband to be met with Sophia’s bare pussy.

Manon’s eyes widened.

“No panties huh? Such a slut Fia, I bet you were praying for this weren’t you?”

Her fingers dipped lower, collecting the slick that was pooling between Sophia’s thighs.

“Have you been thinking about this Sophia? Making me regret making you jealous?”

Sophia could only moan in response, Manon’s fingers now circling her entrance, dipping one finger in ever so slightly before quickly withdrawing it. Manon brought the finger up to her mouth, sucking and humming in satisfaction.

“Just as sweet as I imagined.” She murmured, letting her eyes close for a moment before snapping them back open to look at Sophia. “Stand up.”

Sophia mindlessly obeyed, the ache in her core controlling her movements for her.

“Take them off.” Manon said, eyeing Sophia’s expensive silk pants.

Sophia paused for a moment before complying. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her bottoms and dropped them slowly, letting them gracefully pool at her feet. She looked down at Manon who was lying back on the couch, legs parted, a cocky grin spread across her face.

“Come closer.” Manon beckoned. Sophia took a slow, steady step forward as Manon leaned towards her.

She blew a stream of cold air directly on Sophia’s bare pussy, making the leader shudder. Manon flicked her tongue up between Sophia’s folds in one quick motion, making her knees weaken.

“Fuck,” She muttered under her breath, hoping that Manon wouldn’t hear her restraint crack that tiniest bit.

Of course she heard.

“Such a slut, aren’t you? Who would’ve thought.”

Manon stood slowly, eyes levelling with the leader’s.

“Our composed leader. The Philippines’ princess. The face of perfection, behind closed doors is actually... a whore.” Manon teased.

Sophia’s face flushed crimson, locked in place like her limbs had suddenly turned to lead.

Manon grabbed Sophia by the wrist, yanking her out of the living room with unsteady footsteps. She climbed the stairs with pure ambition, dragging Sophia behind her who was struggling to keep up, feet padding the floor as they hurriedly filed into Manon’s bedroom.

The second the door clicked shut Sophia grabbed the younger girl by her tank, pulling her in so she was flush against her body.

“Going to give in?” Sophia rasped, dominance flushing her mind once again.

Manon’s eyes stayed on Sophia’s lips. “Not until you do.”

It was an immediate crash of lips, hands roaming and groping anywhere they could find, leaving scratch lines up each other's backs as they clawed at each other, kissing desperately like they were fighting to use the last of the oxygen in the room.

Sophia grabbed the tiny, teasing tank top by the neckline, ripping it off in one quick motion as the straps gave way, the sound of the fabric shredding making Manon gasp. She was completely bare chested, her hardened nipples grazing against Sophia’s skin as she pulled her back in closer.

Manon gripped Sophia’s jaw, her manicured nails leaving red crescents on the younger girl’s cheek. “Show me what I’ve been missing out on,” she growled.

Sophia pushed Manon backwards onto the bed, her body hitting the soft mattress taking the air from her lungs, legs spreading instinctively as she watched Sophia move towards her with predatory movements.

Sophia yanked the older girl’s sweatpants off in one sharp movement, leaving in her in nothing but her panties. A dark damp spot was starting to form on her red lace underwear.

“So wet. So pathetic.” Sophia hummed.

“Do something about it then.” Manon darted back, smile curving across her face.

Sophia grabbed Manon by the ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed as she sank slowly down onto her knees between the visual’s thighs.

She let her breath ghost over Manon’s clothed core, drinking in the scent of arousal that was building. She could get drunk on the feeling.

She kissed Manon through the fabric, the heat radiating from her was dizzying, she was so desperate, hips lifting up slightly in a quiet plea.

“Tell me what you want, Manon.”

Manon’s jaw tightened, not wanting to give in. She lay there silently, chest rising in broken breaths.

“Speak.” Sophia barked.

Sparks flew through Manon’s core at the demand.

“Just- just. Fuck. God, just fuck me Sophia. Don’t tease.” Manon was trying to keep her composure, but her words cracked around the edges.

Sophia smiled triumphantly, pulling the underwear off in one sharp movement and repositioning herself between Manon’s thighs.

She teased momentarily, letting her hot breath linger over Manon’s glistening core. She hummed deep in her chest before diving her tongue in, lapping in slow, excruciating movements, taking her time circling Manon’s entrance, then up to her clit, softly sucking and teasing on the nub to draw out the whines escaping Manon’s lips.

“Fuck- so good Sophia. You feel so good.” Manon sighed.

Sophia doubled her efforts, desperately wanting to win the battle and send Manon over the edge into her climax.

Manon’s fingers wove into Sophia’s hair, not pulling this time but guiding her to control the pace, ushering the girl to go faster.

Manon could feel herself getting dangerously close, the blood beginning to rush to her head. Before she allowed herself to lose, she shoved Sophia’s head back to force the girl out from between her legs.

She stood up slowly, aware of the tremors in her legs, towering over Sophia who looked up with pupils blown so wide they looked back, face covered in slick that dripped down her chin.

“You look so good on your knees Fia. It suits you.”

Sophia lunged forward with no hesitation sending Manon back onto the bed.

Before she could finalise her dominance, Manon flipped them, her claw grip on Sophia’s wrists pinning her arms flat beside her.

“My turn.” The Swiss girl beamed, flashing her teeth like she was snarling, her eyes predatory with deep hunger.

Manon freed one of Sophia’s wrists, keeping the other one pinned next to her, as her fingers travelled between Sophia’s legs, swiping up the slick and plunging two fingers into the girl in one fluid motion.

Sophia’s back arched off the bed as she adjusted to the intrusion. She could feel Manon’s fingers dragging along her walls, filling her up entirely and hitting every gummy spot that made her eyes roll back into her skull.

Manon circled the younger girl’s clit with her thumb with expertise, Sophia’s face twisting in pure pleasure.

The Swiss girl bit down on every piece of flesh she could reach whilst keeping up the pace of her fingers, leaving trails of deep red marks that will surely bruise along Sophia’s collarbones. Whether management and the makeup artists would be mad at them was the least of her concerns right now.

Her head travelled further down, finding Sophia’s breast and the bruises she already brandished. Manon looked up at her leader with that twinkle in her eye before sucking down hard, feeling the vessels in Sophia’s skin burst lightly.

Manon leaned back to admire her work blooming on Sophia’s chest. She’d earned her spot now.

Her fingers continued pistoning, angling her hand so that her fingers hit that spongy spot that made Sophia’s walls flutter.

A guttural moan escaped Sophia’s lips. If Daniela wasn’t already awake, she surely would’ve been awoken now.

Sophia weakly used her free hand to yank at the Swiss girl’s hair, but the way Manon was pounding her pussy was making her vision blur and her strength weaken. Manon pouted teasingly at the Filipina’s pathetic attempt.

“Let go Sophia. Come for me.” She growled.

“No.” Sophia gritted her teeth, trying to pull herself away from her climax. She wanted so badly to let go, to come all over Manon’s fingers, but her pride wouldn’t let her.

Manon suddenly dragged her fingers out of Sophia, the younger girl letting out a small sob at the sudden lack of contact.

“Fine then.” Manon shrugged, releasing her grip on Sophia’s wrist and standing up to move away.

Sophia watched as Manon began to walk away seemingly carelessly.

Manon was having way too much fun playing with Sophia.

Domination flushed through the Filipina’s body again, there was no doubt in her mind that she would let Manon leave it here, her core throbbed pathetically at the lack of full satisfaction, her ego still wanting to put the older girl in her place.

She jolted up with strong strides, meeting Manon who was already halfway across the room. She grabbed her by the throat, pulling her front flat against the Swiss girl’s back.

“You’re not leaving this room until you come.” Sophia growled into Manon’s ear, sending a ripple of shivers through her body.

“Make me.” Manon shot back cockily.

Sophia’s free hand snaked down the younger girl’s abdomen, tracing the line of her waist beads with the lightest of touches.

“Fucking brat.” Sophia husked before dipping two fingers inside Manon’s core, only letting her depth reach the first knuckle and stalling there.

“More.” Manon gasped, back arching into the leader.

“Earn it.” Sophia barked back.

Manon spun on her heels, Sophia’s fingers slipping out from inside of her with a rough drag. She picked the Filipina up by the waist, throwing her onto the bed with surprising force, Sophia’s head bouncing off the pillows as she once again found herself under Manon’s power.

Manon crawled over and straddled Sophia’s hips, pinning her down with her full weight, a mischievous grin spread across her face.

She leaned over to reach into her bedside drawer. Sophia couldn’t see what she was reaching for, but she could hear items rustling and the soft clang of metal.

Faster than she could realise, her wrists were pinned above her head against the metal bars of the headboard. She felt something cold latch around her wrist. And then the other one. It didn’t take her long to realise she’d been handcuffed.

She desperately tried to move, legs writhing as she tried to pull herself up but Manon’s weight kept her planted still.

“Shhh, be a good puppy Fia.” She patted the top of her leader’s head teasingly, watching as the Filipina’s cheeks flushed.

Sophia found herself filling with a flurry of emotions, humiliation, anger... arousal? She'd never admit that the words and actions turned her on, that was a thought she’d take to the grave, but she couldn’t hide the way her core fluttered, a fresh flow of slick seeping out.

The Swiss girl stood back gracefully to admire the pretty sight before her, pacing around the bed like a vulture about to eat its prey. Sophia was proving to be harder to crack than she thought, but she knew Sophia’s soft spot. Daniela.

“You know me and Dani used to room together” Manon prowled closer. “I used to love watching her undress. Her tits are so perfect Sophia. Her ass? Ugh. Incredible.” Manon threw her head back dramatically.

She crouched down next to the bed cupping her chin in her hands, watching the leader writhe, her eyebrows furrowed in a mix of anger and frustration.

“And now you’ve taken her all for yourself.”

“Everyone shares you- but Fia won’t share her toys.” Manon’s voice was taunting as if she was talking to a toddler. Sophia felt her emotions starting to blind her. If she could move right now she’d lunge at the older girl.

She was fighting the restraints above her head desperately but they wouldn’t budge. The sound of the metal clanking against the iron bars of the headboard rang out as if it was taunting her.

Sophia gritted her teeth. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

“What’s little Fia going to do about it now?” Manon pouted teasingly.

“Fuck you, Manon.” Sophia snapped.

“Oh I bet you’d love to right now, wouldn't you? You’re getting greedy now Sophia.”

Sophia writhed again, almost baring her teeth like a wounded dog.

“Do you remember your safe word princess?” Manon cooed.

“Yes.” Sophia said sharply.

Manon hummed in amusement, Sophia could stop this any moment she wanted to, but she wanted this. Her powerful, collected, leader falling apart in front of her. She took her time slowly standing up and walking away, picking up her phone from the dresser.

come here

I’ve just got out the shower

Gimme a sec

aren’t you wondering where your ‘mommy’ is??

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The walls in the house were thin, and with Manon’s room adjoining Sophia’s it meant she heard everything the clearest. She heard the dirty nicknames, the slap of skin on skin, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall, Daniela’s moans and screams that echoed around the room in the middle of the night. She smiled to herself at the power she held in her hands right now over both girls.

Mere seconds later the door flew open as Daniela rushed in, towel loosely clung to her skin as she’d left the bathroom in a flurry, her damp dark curls framing her face and leaving beads of water tracking down her face. Her eyes were wide in adrenaline, immediately locking onto the sight of Sophia restrained to the bed, fresh bruises lined across her skin.

Her eyes flickered between the sight of her writhing girl and the one who’d put her there. Manon stood with her hands on her hips, wearing nothing but a wicked grin spread across her face.

“Come here, mi amor.” Manon cooed, teasingly outstretching her hand out to the younger girl.

It felt like a trap. Daniela’s eyes kept flickering between the two girls. Sophia’s face was twisted in something Daniela couldn’t read, her eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, eyes narrow and dark, chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Sophia’s turned on by this Daniela realised.

She took slow steps forward towards Manon, her feet leaving damp footprints behind her as she moved closer into the room, heart hammering in her chest trying to wrap her head around what was happening.

Manon’s fingers interlaced with hers with soft sincerity, Daniela’s free hand still holding up her towel that was threatening to drop at any moment. The older girl lead Daniela over to the bed gently.

“Up. On your knees.” She said softly to the younger girl, patting the spot in the middle of the bed as she moved around the bed to climb up and face her. They kneeled facing each other directly in between Sophia’s spread legs, giving the leader the best view of the show Manon was about to put on.

“Sophia’s been so bad Dani,” Manon whispered, tracing Daniela’s jawline “not wanting to share.”

Daniela whimpered immediately under Manon’s power.

“I think she needs to be taught a lesson on what happens when you get too greedy.” Her thumb traced over Daniela’s lips, who instinctively parted them. Manon teasing dipped her tongue into the Latina’s mouth, Daniela’s tongue circling around the tip before Manon withdrew, leaving a string of saliva connected between them.

As much as Daniela loved testing Sophia until she snapped and punished her, she needed her to be okay with her going this far. She turned to look at the Filipina, her eyes naturally drifting down between Sophia’s legs. Her pussy was swollen and deep pink, and she was so, so wet. Slick was leaking out of her and coating her folds, a dark patch slowly beginning to form on the bed. Her eyes travelled further up to meet Sophia’s.

Her jaw was clenched, beads of sweat beginning to form on her forehead. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed harshly and nodded slowly, giving Daniela the permission to continue.

Before Daniela could turn round to face Manon, the Swiss girl’s hand was cupping her face, forcing to face her as their lips crashed together. There was nothing delicate about the way Manon feverishly devoured the younger girl, her tongue aching to claim every inch of her mouth like she was starved. Manon bit down hard enough to draw blood, making Daniela gasp into her mouth as she lapped up the copper taste from her gums.

Daniela’s hands flew up to Manon’s shoulders to steady herself, her towel sliding down her body and pooling around her knees, exposing her completely bare body, traces of water droplets still lingering on her skin. Manon growled deep in her chest feeling the heat radiating off the Latina’s body.

Her hands slowly, deliberately, came down to hold Daniela by the hips, letting her fingers dig into the soft flesh.

“Don’t you fucking dare Manon.” Sophia panted.

Manon smirked into Daniela’s lips as she let her hands roam further up the younger girl’s body, feeling the curve of her waist, the muscles contracting with each heavy breath she took.

“Don’t touch her.” Sophia warned.

“If she really wanted us to stop, she knows what to say and I’ll stop.” Manon’s breath ghosted on Daniela’s neck “She doesn’t want us to stop Dani.”

An undeniable moan escaped Sophia’s lips from where she was planted against the headboard, the sound ringing around the room humiliantingly.

Daniela’s mind raced, she knew how much she loved it when Sophia got jealous, how much the punishment she received turned her on.

She let her head loll to the side to allow Manon better access to her neck, who was now feverishly lapping up every inch of her skin. She let her teeth graze over Daniela’s pulse point, enough to make the Latina shudder.

Manon’s eyes were glued on Sophia as she teased her tongue across Daniela’s skin, licking up the drops of water that fell from her still-damp hair. She hummed in satisfaction watching Sophia trying to push her thighs together, trying to chase any friction that would satisfy the ache between her legs.

Manon had mercy, this wasn’t about Daniela, it was about making Sophia crack. Poor Daniela was just the pawn in the game, she wasn’t Manon’s to push too far, not now at least.

“Let her go, she looks pathetic like that.” Manon directed to Daniela, withdrawing from her neck.

Daniela scrambled over to Sophia, unlatching the handcuffs and bringing her wrists to her lips to place soft kisses on the red rings that were burned into them.

“Are you okay?” She whispered.

Sophia didn’t answer. She was staring straight ahead, eyes locked with Manon’s from the other side of the bed as she sat herself upright.

“Mi amor,” Daniela’s voice was barely registerable, a quiet plea asking for Sophia’s attention.

Sophia’s face slowly turned back to Daniela.

Without saying a word, she gently placed her lips on Daniela’s, slowly building the pace as she felt the Latina begin to melt into her. She wasn’t rushing, she was savouring every moment as if it was their first time. Her thumbs traced Daniela’s hip bones, the younger girl’s breath becoming shallow, small moans spilling into Sophia’s mouth that she swallowed up.

Sophia was reclaiming what was rightfully hers, attempting to overwrite every touch that Manon had left on her girl. She moved delicately, she didn’t need to show her dominance to make Daniela keel, she knew exactly how to get the girl worked up with the lightest of touches.

Sophia pulled back slightly. Her dark, hungry eyes meeting with Daniela’s.

“Who do you belong to Daniela?”

“You.” Daniela moaned softly.

“Louder. Manon can’t hear you.”

“I belong to Sophia.”

Sophia grinned triumphantly, returning her lips to the Latina’s with a tenderness that was making Daniela tremble.

Manon kneeled watching from the other side of the bed, eyes glassy from the rounds of orgasm denial, watching the two girls in front of her make out with a gentleness that was somehow the hottest thing that had happened in the room all morning.

Her hand travelled down her stomach, fingers dipping lower until they found her clit, rubbing in frantic movements at the sight before her.

A small gasp escaped her lips as she hit the perfect angle, the sound causing Sophia to break her moment with Daniela to see where it had come from. Sophia watched as the Swiss girl threw her head back, biting her lip in an attempt to muffle her noises, fingers moving with urgency between her legs.

“I don’t think so,” Sophia panted, unlatching herself from Daniela’s grip.

Her eyes locked onto the handcuffs that had been discarded on the bed and picked them up with swiftness. Before Manon could register what was happening, Sophia walked behind her and pinned her hands against her back. Click. Click.

“Fuck.” Manon sighed, defeated.

“Maybe now you’ll keep your hands to yourself.” Sophia growled.

Manon tugged at the restraints.

“Are you satisfied yet Manon?”

The eldest girl paused for a moment before her lips curled into a sly grin. She shook her head slowly, left to right.

“One of us is going to have to break first, and it’s not me.”

Sophia shoved her forward, her head bouncing softly off the mattress and ass presented to the Filipina in offering, arms pinned behind her back in total submission.

Sophia looked over to the Latina who still sat on the bed, eyes wide and desperate in intrigue.

“Come here mahal,” Sophia said lightly, moving over to let Daniela be the one behind Manon’s trembling frame as the dancer came scurrying over to obey.

Sophia wrapped her fingers around Daniela’s wrist, guiding her hand up towards Manon’s swollen, dripping pussy. Daniela let out a soft moan as her fingers experimentally ran through the older girl’s folds. Sophia adjusted Daniela’s hand so her middle and ring finger were extended and lead her hand towards Manon’s entrance.

Daniela slowly plunged her two fingers inside Manon, burying them to the knuckle in one smooth motion.

“You’ve got it baby,” Sophia whispered to Daniela, slowly letting go of her guiding hand, bringing it up to delicately move the curls out of the Latina’s face “keep fucking her mahal.”

Daniela moved in and out in slow but brutal motions, dragging her fingers along Manon’s walls as the Swiss girl sobbed into the sheets, finally beginning to break.

Sophia stood and walked around the bed with elegant strides, settling herslef back down so her legs were either side of Manon’s head, lifting the Swiss girl’s head up by her hair so she could shimmy her body underneath. She guided Manon’s head to her pussy, landing Manon’s lips on her clit.

Manon stalled for a moment.

“Eat up, puppy.” Sophia husked, twisting her hair harder.

Manon half sobbed half moaned as she parted her lips and began moving her tongue up and down in broad strokes, licking up Sophia’s arousal and circling her clit with expertise.

Sophia propped herself up on her elbows, looking up to watch Daniela, her hand working in and out Manon vigorously, sweat starting to gleam off her chest.

“You’re doing so good my love” Sophia praised the youngest girl “so proud of you, my pretty girl.”

Daniela’s cheeks flushed at the praise, giving her a new lease of energy that allowed her to increase the pace of her fingers inside Manon, causing the girl to cry out against Sophia’s clit.

Sophia looked back down to the older girl’s head planted between her legs lapping feverishly “Who’s the greedy one now Manon?” She teased. “Look at you being used like this, it suits you.”

Manon let out a shaky cry, tears beginning to prick at her eyes from complete pleasure. This is what she needed. She needed to be fucked so obscenely that her mind blanked. Her wrists against her back clenching and opening, trying to grab onto anything that would anchor herself.

Sophia let Manon draw her right up to the edge, close enough that she began to slip away into her pleasure, the waves almost coming up to drown her. She snapped back to reality before she let herself be taken under.

She jerked the older girl up by her hair, forcing her to stop and meet her eyes.

Manon’s eyes were now filled with complete submission, they were wide and pleading, her eyebrows creasing in a desperate prayer to be finished. She knew that she’d lost to Sophia this time.

Sophia smiled wickedly before looking up to the Latina who was still fucking Manon with everything she had. “That’s enough baby, you did so well,” she cooed, “you can undo her now.”

Daniela gently pulled her fingers out of Manon, reaching up to undo the restraints on her hands. Manon slowly pulled herself up, flexing her hands from being in the same position for so long.

Sophia lay herself down flat on the bed, holding her middle and ring fingers upwards against her pelvis as if it were her cock.

“Ride me.” She directed at Manon who quickly complied, lining herself up and taking a long shaky breath before sinking down onto Sophia’s fingers with slow precision, her clit pushing against Sophia’s palm as she let the digits fill her up.

“I haven’t forgot about you baby, come here,” She hushed to Daniela who was waiting paitiently by the side of the bed, guiding the dancer to straddle her face.

Daniela lowed her hips onto Sophia’s mouth, gasping as Sophia’s tongue raked between her folds. Sophia’s free hand gripped her ass and pulled her further down, lapping up every drop of arousal as if she was dying of thirst.

Daniela’s eyes rolled back, showing the whites. “Te sientes tan bien” she whimpered.

The scene was obscenely pornographic, Sophia lying there letting the two girls take whatever they wanted from her. Daniela’s hands gripped the sides of Sophia’s head, Manon’s hands holding onto the Latina’s shoulders as she dipped up and down on Sophia’s fingers.

Muffled moans and cries filled the room; the sound of Manon’s pussy slicking on Sophia’s fingers, the wetness of Daniela being eaten out with a feverish pace. The room smelled of sweat and their mingled own scents, coconut, vanilla and sandalwood combining and interlacing in the air.

Manon leaned forward, leaving light kisses along Daniela’s shoulder, the Latina arching her back and letting her head fall onto Manon’s shoulder.

“Does she feel good?” Manon whispered into the shell of the younger girl’s ear.

“Sí - yes- so good- tan buena” Daniela’s mind was slipping away from her, blurring her languages together as she continued rolling her hips against Sophia’s face.

Sophia inched in a third finger inside Manon’s desperately throbbing core and the girl seized at the feeling, her walls stretching to accommodate the extra size.

“I’m so close Sophia, so close.” She gasped.

Sophia had half a mind to pull out entirely, denying the girl the climax she’d been desperately chasing all morning, but she knew that making Manon come on her fingers would mean she’d won. She angled her fingers better to hit the girl’s g-spot.

The sensation was perfect, there was no warning sign to Manon’s climax, her walls clamped down on Sophia’s fingers, desperately grinding circles against the leader’s palm.

“I’m coming Sophia- I'm – I-”

The orgasm washed over her in a quick burst, making her back arch and ears ring. She couldn’t string together a coherent sentence, instead letting sobs and curses escape her lips. Her fingers dug deeper into Daniela’s shoulders as she struggled to keep herself upright.

Everything was enough to push Daniela to the edge too, the sound of Manon’s whimpering orgasm, the nails burning in the flesh of her shoulders, the feeling of Sophia between her legs eating her with perfect precision. She looked down at the girl beneath her and saw her eyes rolled back, blanked white in pure pleasure. The sight was the final piece to Daniela’s orgasm.

The coil in her stomach snapped, her thighs trembled as she felt the warmth spread through her body in one unrestrained jolt, her fingers clung onto Sophia’s head as she rolled out the waves, coming down with slow pants.

Manon was breathing heavily behind her, trying to gather her consciousness before slowly lifting herself off Sophia’s fingers, wincing slightly at the sensitivity.

Daniela slowly moved herself off of Sophia’s face, kneeling beside the girl and lovingly smoothing the stray hairs away.

Manon came to join her, kneeling the other side of Sophia’s limp body. The Filipina’s eyelids were heavy as she struggled to keep them open, her lips swollen and parted as she tried to catch her breath.

“Poor thing.” Manon titled her head at the sight infront of them.

Daniela and Manon looked up at each other, a mutal understanding of what they had to do.

Manon snaked her body down between Sophia’s thighs, gently parting them so she got better access. Daniela curled up next to the leader, gently turning her head to face her and kissing her delicately.

Manon knew exactly how Sophia liked it now, she’d mentally mapped out the patterns that made her writhe the most. She drove her tongue between Sophia’s slit, sliding in two fingers at the same time and setting the perfect pace. A guttural cry tore from Sophia’s throat, her pussy still sensitive but begging to be fucked until she finally came.

“Fuck” she gasped into Daniela’s mouth.

“¿Te gusta?”

Sophia nodded frantically, returning her lips to Daniela’s. The Latina's hands roamed across Sophia’s body, tips of her fingers grazing over Sophia’s oversensitive nipples.

“Me encanta tu cuerpo.”

Sophia had a fairly decent grasp on Spanish but her mind was working overtime with sensation right now, she couldn’t make out exactly what Daniela was saying but it sounded hot. God, Daniela’s was hot.

The coil in her stomach was winding for the final time, stronger than any of the others. Her hand flew up to cup Daniela’s face, kissing her as best she could between broken breaths.

“I’m so close.” She managed to rasp.

“Let go mi amor” Daniela whispered.

Her orgasm was a blinding rage, every ounce of pent-up energy flying through her body in one burst, hours of denying herself her climax finally rewarding her. She desperately clung onto Daniela’s body as she seized and sobbed before letting her body go limp, head falling against the pillows with a weak sigh.

Manon drew out the pleasure, slowing down her motions as to not startle Sophia by pulling away too fast. She withdrew her head, wiping the back of her hand on her chin that was coated in slick, and crawled up to collapse down on the other side of Sophia in a heap.

Sophia lay with one girl curled up on either side of her body trying to regain her breathing. She kissed the tops of both of their heads lightly as they all lay in peaceful silence.

“Well that was a good start to our wellbeing day,” Manon said cheerily, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a soft sigh “thank you leader.” Her usual, playful tone returning to her voice as if she hadn’t dragged both her and Sophia to heaven and back all morning with Daniela as collateral.

Manon eventually lifted herself off the bed with a pained groan, walking across the room with shaky legs.

“I wanna try this new restaurant downtown, I think it’s some Asian fusion or something, I dunno I heard they do really good ramen and I am STARVING. I’ll drive?” She said mindlessly as she flicked through her wardrobe looking for something to wear.

Sophia and Daniela turned to look at each other, confused smiles across their faces.

“She’s actually crazy.” Daniela whispered in a giggle.

“Are you only just realising this?” Sophia laughed back.