Sophie panted at his words, a delightful blush creeping up her face again.
“I’d need something irrefutable to know you wanted me for sure, wouldn’t I?” he wondered out loud. “Something that showed all of us just how horny you were—just how desperate you were.”
She bit down at the plastic shoved between her lips.
“Something like an orgasm?” It was Anton’s suggestion that broke the intensity of Sophie’s gaze, but it darted back to Jared almost immediately.
“Right,” he replied with a grin. “A beautiful orgasm forced from this wonderful body would work very nicely.”
The hand at her hip slid across her midriff to the waistband of her panties and he swore Sophie held her breath as he ducked just inside the fabric.
“But you wouldn’t orgasm for me, would you Sophie?”
His attention was back on her at that moment, his question hanging between them. “You wouldn’t come for a man you didn’t want to fuck you?”
Sophie’s eyes flickered closed as the weight of his errant plan presumably fell over her.
Jared placed the wand down on the covers beside her hip before he reached up her body, cupping the full weight of her breasts in his hands. Her eyes flew open, her lips wider than even the plastic ball as he massaged the mounds roughly.
“Would you, little girl?”
Jared had her there and he knew it. Sophie’s eyes were wild with both the passion and the pain of the possibilities his promises offered, and she didn’t have a bloody clue how to respond. In the end, she did what he supposed was the only thing she could do. She threw herself at his mercy with the horniest little gagged pleas he’d ever heard. And Jared had heard a few.
“Please,” she begged, though many of the consonants were indecipherable. “Please, Daddy.”
Jared smiled down at her, releasing her tits from his grasp. “It’s okay, little girl,” he said in a soothing tone. “You don’t have to decide now. I’ll leave it all up to you. The guys and I are going to give you all the attention you’ve needed and all the pleasure you’ve been missing for all these years.”
Sophie groaned at his words, as though the information was simply too much to absorb. Ignoring her reaction, Jared went on.
“And all you have to do is lie there and decide—do you want to succumb to the will of that pleasure, Sophie—to my will—or do you want to resist?”
The atmosphere in the room was shifting and Jared wondered if the other two men could sense it. He was sure Sophie could, her every fiber was focused on him at that moment. Just the way he wanted her to be.
“If you resist, then I will accept your decision. I’ll release you and we’ll be gone.” Jared edged closer toward her face, his gaze drilling into her flushed face. “You’ll never hear from me again.”
Sophie blinked at him, her head turning slightly to meet his gaze. If he didn’t know better, those fabulous eyes were enticing him—imploring him—to go on. To give her the rest of her options.
“But,” he hesitated, allowing his lips to curl. “If you give in to the pleasure and give yourself to me, then I will take that as your consent, Sophie. Better than that actually. It will be your body saying yes.”
She pulled in a deep breath around the gag, but for the first time in a while she didn’t seem frantic. An odd calm had fallen over his bound little captive.
“In your mind, you have succumbed to me already, Sophie.” Jared’s voice was softer now, more sensual. “We both know that, little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
There was no hesitation this time, only the exquisite sound of those blurred consonants once more.
“This is your chance to make it real. To make this real. Surrender to the pleasure now and it means you consent, little girl. It means you need Daddy in your life full-time.”
Chapter Fifteen
Sophie
Sophie’s mind was blank, save for the sound of Jared’s voice. It was the most bizarre experience. She knew she was still in trouble, still tied to the bed, still at the mercy of the mad men who had stripped and drugged her. On some level, she acknowledged that—she must have done—but those things were muted now, numbed out by the gravity of the look in Jared’s eyes and the things he was telling her.
“In your mind, you have succumbed to me already, Sophie.” His voice was like an unyielding purr, soft enough to reassure her, yet hard enough to demand her acquiescence. “We both know that, little girl.”
She blinked up at him, her eyes surveying his mouth and willing him to kiss her again. That’s what Sophie wanted—now that all the fear and the guilt and the responsibility had been taken away from her—that’s what she needed. To feel the weight of his lips again. To be possessed by Jared.
“Yes, Daddy.”
She spoke around the gag as best she could, no longer caring how humiliating the sounds were. Those excruciating noises only goaded her desire more, each indecipherable syllable making her clit throb with fresh intensity. Sophie had never realized how much she longed to be denigrated this way before, or maybe that wasn’t true. Maybe she had realized it, yet it was another craving she’d learned to suppress, under the weight of the school run and the mortgage.
“This is your chance to make it real.” Jared sounded so genuine as he continued. “To make this real. Surrender to the pleasure now and it means you consent, little girl. It means you need Daddy in your life full-time.”
Oh God. That sounded better. So much better than it should, and if Sophie could have bit her lip, she would have done so. She shouldn’t want any of this, and she sure as hell shouldn’t want a man as duplicitous as Jared bringing her pleasure.
“Do you understand?” Jared tilted his head at her, and for one fleeting moment, it seemed as though he could read her mind and the intensity of all those emotions she was juggling.
Sophie shook her head and he laughed gently.
“It’s easy, Sophie,” he replied, collecting the massive looking vibrator from her side and clutching it in his giant palm. “You’re going to lie there and be pleasured, and if you want us to leave you alone, all you have to do is ignore that pleasure.”
Jared flicked a switch on the end of the huge vibrator and a low thrum filled the air around them. “If you choose the pleasure though, then you consent to me and all the fucked up, sordid things I want to do to you. Alternatively, you can choose me and get the pleasure anyway?”
Jared winked at her, laughing at his own joviality as he shifted on the bed and lowered the bulbous head of the vibrator down toward her sex. As it pressed against the damp fabric of her crotch, the effect was immediate. The warm, pulsing throb caused her knees to splay wider, regardless of the ropes at her ankles and instinctively her hips rolled forward. Sophie’s body was so tightly wound with arousal after the pain of the clamps and the frustrated humiliation of the gag that even the gentle stimulation Jared offered was astonishing.
“You like that, huh?” Jared’s voice taunted her, and somehow Sophie forced her mind from the looming pleasure and back to her tormentor.
Because that’s what he was, and she had to remember that. He was the man who had tricked her, sedated her and done things he had no right to do.
Remember that, she told herself as Jared shifted the head of the vibrating plastic even closer toward her clit. Remember who he is. What this means…
Remember.
Jared added just a little pressure, lowering the angle of the plastic so it briefly contacted with the throbbing center of her world.
Oh fuck!
Sophie’s eyes squeezed shut, her outstretched hands balling into fists.
How could she remember anything when that felt as good as it did? Hell, she’d be lucky to recall her own name by the end of this! Jared wasn’t fighting fairly—surely this wasn’t a just way for Sophie to decide anything? No woman could resist the allure of the pulsing plastic, especially when she was so wonderfully restrained and demeaned at the same time. The sensations
were too much. Too consuming. It was going to take every ounce of her willpower to resist the burgeoning hedonism—to stand against the rising tsunami.
And even then, Sophie didn’t know if she would ultimately drown.
Jared
He eased the wand from between her legs, watching as Sophie’s facial expression relaxed.
“Do you like my wand, little girl?”
Jared kept using the term for her, and every time he did, he swore his erection hardened a little—if that were possible. Jared was so fucking horny, that even sitting was becoming uncomfortable.
Sophie lifted her head, panting as she eyed the plastic. Jared swept two fingers idly across the wet fabric stretched between her legs. She was absolutely soaking, and his game had barely even started.
“Mmmm oooo uch, Raddee.”
He smiled at her desperate attempt at words, yet it did sound as though she’d tried to address him properly, so Jared took pity on her. Switching off the wand, he edged up the bed and tugged gently at the strap holding her gag in place. He hadn’t buckled the thing tightly, so there was enough slack in the leather for the ball to ease gently out of her mouth.
“What was that?” he asked mockingly.
Sophie flexed her jaw. “It’s too much,” she panted. “Daddy.”
Jared smirked. He certainly hoped so.
“Come on now,” he answered. “We’ve barely even started.”
“Please, no.” Her plea was frantic and the reason was obvious.
Sophie had worked it out. Having tasted just a few moments of the wand, she realized she had no chance. No chance of surviving the test and even less chance of succeeding in thwarting him. Jared was going to have what he wanted, and there was nothing little Sophie could do to resist him—not that he believed she wanted to anyway. Sophie was desperate for his attention. Every message she’d penned and her every animalistic response today had confirmed that point for him, but she’d been indoctrinated into thinking her needs and primal responses were wrong. Not important. Not worthy of her time. That’s what he had to contend with—years of inaccurate socialization—but that was okay. He’d have time.
Soon, they’d have all the time in the world.
“Don’t argue,” he warned her with a knowing smile. “I’m sure you’d prefer the pleasure to the punishment, but I can switch if you like?”
She shook her head violently. “No. I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He chuckled as he nodded. “I thought so.”
“Anton, can you help me with this?” Jared picked up the wand and passed it to his friend. “Gently at first. We have to help Sophie with her willpower.”
Anton laughed as he took the plastic handle from Jared. “Will do,” he assured him with a wicked smile. “It’ll be my pleasure.”
Jared grinned. “Not too much pleasure, mind,” he told him. “Ladies first.”
“And what about me?” Daniel’s stirring tone interrupted the friendly banter.
Jared glanced in his direction. “How about you play with those gorgeous tits?”
Daniel smiled at the suggestion as he towered over Sophie, evidently in agreement with his friend. “And the clamps?”
“Your choice,” Jared said, then rose and stalked to the other side of the bed. He watched while Daniel caressed Sophie’s left breast. She trembled at his touch, her gaze desperately flitting back to Jared, now on the other side of her head.
“It’s okay,” Jared soothed, sitting down next to her bound arm. “The boys are just going to help. I’ll be here orchestrating things.”
Sophie bit her lip. Evidently, she was completely conflicted, but it was satisfying to see the way she looked to him for reassurance. Satisfying and a little worrying. Wasn’t he the man who had contrived this whole thing? The one who was going to fuck her. The one who wasn’t going to let her go?
He grinned. Yes, he was, but his little one hadn’t worked out the full depth of her plight yet. Right now, she probably thought this would be a few hours of perverted fun and then she’d make her children dinner. Jared suppressed the amusement that thought elicited. There would be no more mundane for Sophie Bannister at all.
In fact, there would be no more Sophie Bannister.
Once Jared had his way, there would only be his little girl, a woman bound to serve her domineering Daddy.
Chapter Sixteen
Sophie
Her mouth was finally free, and while it was good to be able to talk again, the liberation did nothing to quell the tension rising in Sophie. As if the vibrator hadn’t been intense enough in Jared’s hands, now he had passed it over to Anton and had seemingly given permission for the other one, Daniel, to play with her breasts. Sophie glanced down at her chest, and at the black clamps which still gripped her nipples. The ache was becoming intense and she wanted the things gone, but she didn’t think she wanted Daniel to be the one to touch her. Whatever was going on here, Sophie seemed to have developed a bizarre type of rapport with Jared. Even though it was wrong, she wanted his touch. But she didn’t desire Daniel’s.
Jared shifted on the bed to her right, his hand stroking the underside of her chin as he turned to Anton.
“Go ahead,” he instructed. “Flick it onto low.”
Anton grinned and seconds later, that low thrum filled the air again. Sophie’s body knew what that noise meant now, and she braced as the plastic loomed, groaning when Anton brought it down over her eager little clit. The thing had a bloody life of its own now, and it was like it was goading her to just to give in.
Give in and take the pleasure.
Give in and revel in it.
This was what she’d wanted for such a long time, after all. Why resist?
Why fight at all?
Sophie gritted her teeth.
“Relax,” Jared murmured. “Feel how good it is to be powerless, bound and clamped and entirely at our mercy.”
Her lips parted as that pulsing sensation nudged toward her clit. Oh God, it was so good…
“Isn’t it good, little girl?”
She turned her head toward Jared’s voice, trying to ignore the touch of Daniel’s hands at her breasts. So far, he hadn’t neared the clamps, but it was only a matter of time before the pain came again, and she didn’t know if she could cope with it.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, fighting for breath as the juxtaposing gratification of the vibrator crashed into the looming fear of what Daniel would do next.
Somehow, she still couldn’t believe that she was partaking in any of this. She was calling this man—this virtual stranger—Daddy and even more worryingly, she may actually be enjoying it, too. There was something so naughty and illicit about the name, and she could tell how much Jared was relishing the experience. His eager expression and raging hard on had been more than a clue about his feelings. She admitted to having been terrified when she’d first felt his erection straining against her hip, but now she was so horny, the thought of it didn’t concern her half as much as it should.
Jared could have forced himself on her by now if he’d wanted to. He could have done anything. Sophie had been bound this way for what felt like hours, completely incapable of stopping him from taking what he wanted, and yet Jared hadn’t done anything to hurt her. Well, apart from the God-awful clamps, and in truth, even they had started to turn Sophie on.
Daniel shifted over her chest, and she turned at the movement to catch his eyes.
“This is gonna sting, sweetheart,” he told her in a menacing tone.
Sophie gasped, instinctively searching for Jared, who offered her a reassuring smile as he leaned closer.
“It will hurt when they first come off,” he explained. “But I’m sure Daniel can do something to help alleviate that pain. Can’t you?”
Jared addressed Daniel directly then, and Sophie watched the exchange between them from her place on the bed.
“I’ll do my best,” Daniel answered with a nod. “Brace yourself, Sophie.”
And that was all
the warning she got. Daniel reached for her left nipple, releasing the clamp before dropping it between Sophie’s cleavage. The agony was instantaneous, her nipple screaming as the implement was removed and the blood rushed back into its delicate tissue.
“Oh, God!” Sophie cried, biting down on her lower lip to stop herself from swearing.
“Oh, God, that hurts so much.”
“I know, Sophie.” Jared’s voice washed over her. “Concentrate on that wand. Focus on it.”
She panted, her mind shifting its attention back to the delicious thrum between her legs and at that moment, Daniel took her nipple in his mouth, suckling on it gently as though his lips were reviving the hurt area.
“Oh!” Sophie gasped again, but this time the sensation was a good one.
The heat of Daniel’s mouth, coupled with the insistent pulse of the wand was more than a distraction, and soon the injury of the clamp was a distant memory.
“Better?” Jared’s amused tone cut through the burgeoning pleasure and she glanced across at him.
There was that arched eyebrow again, the one that had sent desire spiraling through Sophie right from the first moment he’d stood on her doorstep.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, feeling her back arch under the pressure of Daniel’s suction.
“Good.”
Jared neared, smiling as his lips lowered to graze her nape.
Oh God.
This was too much. Now all three of them were focused on Sophie. Anton controlling the pace and direction of the stimulation between her thighs, Daniel at her chest and Jared nuzzling her neck. Sophie had always loved to have her neck and shoulders kissed—another fact she had inadvertently revealed to Carl over the weeks. She was so consumed in the hedonism of all the acts that she never noticed Daniel’s hand roaming to her other breast. Sophie barely even registered the fact he’d released her left nipple from his mouth, such was the power of Jared’s kisses and the goading intensity of the wand, but she sure as hell registered the moment when Daniel released the other clamp.
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