Daddy's Little Captive

by Felicity Brandon

  She looked around nervously, nibbling her lower lip in that way she always seemed to. “You said you’d punish me if I lied, Daddy,” she garbled in a breathless tone.

  “Right, and you’ve already got enough of that coming, so don’t make it even worse. The truth, please. Did you like it when I fucked you?”

  Sophie squeezed her eyes closed. “Yes, Daddy.”

  Jared smiled at her performance. It was clearly painful for Sophie to admit these things, let alone naked while on the toilet, but there it was. This was her new way of life now, and the sooner she got with the program, the better.

  “I know you did,” he taunted. “You were so wet for me, little girl. So wet and obliging. I could tell.”

  Her chest heaved at his accusations, but she didn’t protest. There was no point. Every word Jared said was true. She mewled, a small whimper that yet again spoke directly to Jared’s cock and then she seemed to relax, and a moment later, she was finally able to relieve herself.

  Jared’s lips curled as Sophie buried her face in her hands.

  “What’s the problem?” he asked in a sardonic tone.

  Sophie lifted her head ever so slightly. “This,” she practically hissed.

  “Watch your tone, young lady.”

  That made her gulp and she squirmed against the seat. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “But I’ve never had to do this in front of anyone before. Not even my husband has seen me this way.”

  Her back straightened at the suggestion of her husband and the tension crept back into her limbs.

  “Then I already know you better than he does,” Jared told her. “And that’s how things will be between us, Sophie. I will take you lower than he’s ever done, and I’ll push you up higher as well.”

  She inhaled, looking on the verge of tears again.

  “Are you done?”

  Sophie nodded, grabbing a piece of toilet paper before turning to flush the toilet. She wandered tentatively toward the basin, eyeing Jared as she passed.

  “And where are you going now?”

  She froze. “To wash my hands, Daddy.”

  The way she said that—it made all the blood seem to rush to his groin.

  “Not without permission, little girl,” he chided. “From now on, Sophie gets permission for everything she wants and needs.”

  He took a stride toward her, snaking his arms around her middle and caressing her flesh. Sophie panted in response, eyeing his reflection in the mirror above the sink.

  “Please, don’t…” Her voice was so small and plaintive that it stirred Jared on some primal level—a place in him that was driven by more than just lust. A place that also wanted to nurture and protect the wonderful woman in his arms.

  “What?” Jared prompted, nuzzling his mouth into her nape as he planted more of those hot kisses she’d enjoyed so much earlier.

  “Touch me… there, Daddy.”

  Jared lifted his gaze to the mirror, meeting her concerned expression.

  “Where?”

  Hadn’t he touched her everywhere, already? He’d decorated her tits, bound her limbs and secured her mouth. In fact, the ball gag was still hanging around her neck even now. Naturally, there were other places he had yet to explore, but explore them he would eventually, and enjoy them, too.

  Sophie gulped. She seemed so uncomfortable talking about this subject, apparently even more awkward than she’d been earlier when he’d first made her use his new title. Her weight shifted between her feet and all of a sudden, she seemed unable to meet his gaze.

  “My tummy,” she conceded after a few seconds of silence. “Please don’t. I know how awful it is and I don’t like to be touched there.”

  Jared gazed at her reflection in the glass, his eyes drilling intentionally into the area that caused her so much embarrassment, but for the life of him, he couldn’t see what the problem was. Sophie’s body was glorious. She was all feminine curves, and exactly as a woman should be in his view. Sure, her stomach wasn’t the flattest or most toned he’d ever seen, but he’d never even contemplated the idea that it was awful.

  “Let’s get a few things straight,” he whispered into her left ear.

  She gasped, her gaze searching his out again in the mirror as he went on.

  “First things first, little girl. You don’t get to decide how, when or where your Daddy touches you.”

  Sophie trembled at his verdict, but Jared noticed the way her nipples hardened again. Evidently, her body liked the authority he wielded over her.

  “Is that clear?”

  She nodded, turning her head toward him slightly before she uttered those magic words. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.”

  One of Jared’s hands slipped south to her small patch of hair covering her pussy and right on cue, Sophie began to pant.

  “Weren’t you going to wash your hands?” he asked, tilting his head in the direction of the basin.

  Sophie inhaled, her gaze flitting to what his fingers were doing as they stroked over her sex. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Go on then.”

  It seemed to take a lot of effort, but Sophie forced her gaze back to the tap, turning on the water and running her hands under the stream.

  “And secondly, little girl, Daddy has something to tell you.”

  Sophie’s gaze shot back to the reflection of his face at once, and slowly, Jared cupped her pussy, easing one and then two fingers between her soft, yielding lips. A shot of desire coursed through him, hardening his cock in one step and Sophie’s body shuddered in response, lurching forward while her wet hands gripped at the basin.

  “Sophie,” he admonished. “Look at me.”

  Puffing over the sink, she lifted her face to obey.

  “Get back up here,” he commanded sensually, edging deeper into her wet glorious sex. “I liked holding you that way.”

  Sophie gulped, forcing herself to rise again. Leaning against his torso, she tipped her head back to gaze up at him.

  “That’s better,” he purred, lowering his mouth to capture the edge of her lips.

  “Oh, God!”

  “Mmmm,” he replied. “I know, it’s good for me, too, but here’s what we’re going to do, little girl.”

  Her lips parted and he chuckled at her performance. One moment Sophie was kicking and screaming to be free and the next she seemed more than happy to be the little fly caught in his web. She was endlessly fascinating.

  “You’re going to stand there and listen while I finish explaining things to you, and all the while I’m going to finger that sweet pussy.”

  Sophie groaned.

  “And if it feels good then I want you to tell me, understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she breathed.

  “Good.” Jared propped her up with the arm still at her middle, pressing his palm against her clit as his fingers stroked her inside.

  “Oh, God.” Sophie fell back against his chest, her hips beginning to rock against his hand.

  Jared turned his head toward her heating face. Was she going to say it? Was she going to address him correctly and say the word that would make him happy?

  “Daddy,” she rasped. “Please.”

  His heart leaped as the word resonated around his head. She’d said it, and without him having to prompt her!

  “Is that good, baby?”

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned, her hands pawing at his forearms with wet hands as though she didn’t know what do with them.

  “More than you deserve really, when you consider how you ran from me?”

  Sophie’s eyes flew open guiltily. “Please,” she gasped. “I’m sorry. Don’t stop, Daddy.”

  Jared smirked at her.

  Sophie was a fucking delight.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sophie

  Time was moving in bizarre, protracted patches. One moment she had been fleeing and time flew as she was wrestled to the floor, fighting for her very survival. Sophie’s heart had thundered, pounding blood around h
er body in a desperate attempt to give her the strength to fight back. And the next? The next moment, time seemed to stand still completely as she clung to the same man she’d tried to run from, begging him not to stop while he finger-fucked her into a frenzy. It didn’t make any sense, yet it seemed little did since Jared had barged into her life.

  “I won’t stop,” he promised her. “So long as you keep being my good girl.”

  Sophie panted in response, her head falling back against the hardness of his chest.

  Jared’s fingers were sliding in and out of her with the sweetest rhythm, but it was the way he cupped her sex that was truly driving her crazy. She was consumed with him, the scent of his aftershave as it swirled around her nostrils, the heat of his breath against her shoulder and her neck, and the feeling of his fingers lodged deep inside of her. It was everything. It was maddening. It was glorious, and suddenly, Sophie wasn’t sure if her legs could take her weight anymore.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she cried as her knees buckled.

  “It’s all right,” he breathed into the side of her face. “Daddy’s got you.”

  He pulled her tighter against his body, but she didn’t resist. Sophie went with him gladly, relishing the way her every sense was heightened and every part of her was focused on Jared.

  “Eyes on me.”

  That was an order, there was no doubt about that, and somehow, Sophie compelled her neck to take the weight of her head again and meet his gaze in the mirror.

  “I still have something to tell you, Sophie.”

  Her breath hitched at the way he said her name. It had never sounded so debauched before—so dirty—but in that moment, Sophie loved the resonance of it. She eyed his reflection, struggling to focus on his face and not the astonishing sensation his hand was producing.

  “There is no part of you that is awful, little girl.”

  Jared articulated the words slowly as though he wanted her to know he meant them. She blinked at him, her chest rising and falling as she tried to process his words over the top of the amazing sparks of electricity.

  “There is no part of you that turns me off. No part of you that I don’t like, that I don’t want to touch and own.” Jared’s words paused, but the palm at her sex seemed to speed up.

  “I want every single part of you, little girl. Everything. Every. Single. Inch.”

  Jared’s hot blue gaze pinioned her as he accentuated the final few words. “And whatever you’ve been told before, or whatever you thought you knew—I want you to forget all that now.”

  “Oh!” she gasped, flexing her hips forward to meet his wrist. “Daddy, please.”

  “Are you listening to me?”

  Sophie bit her lip, but nodded her head. The very last thing she wanted to do at this moment was piss him off again. She was already in so much bloody trouble. She was being taken over, and she no longer knew if she had the inclination to fight—though she knew she should.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she assured him in a raspy tone. “Yes, I’m listening.”

  “Impress me then,” he replied, arching one dark brow. “What have I told you?”

  “That you want all of me,” she repeated, barely processing the words as they fell from her lips. “That you like all of me.”

  Jared nodded. “I more than like,” he corrected. “I adore, Sophie.”

  Her lips parted as she panted up against his body. Catching sight of her reflection in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. Who was the flushed woman blinking back at her? And who was the devilish man fucking her into heaven, staring at her every response?

  Sophie closed her eyes, her muscles tightening as her head fell forward. She could sense her climax was close and it felt powerful. Even more potent than the one the vibrator had torn from her in the bedroom.

  “Daddy,” she whimpered, gripping on to his thigh.

  “Yes, little girl.”

  “Please,” she panted. “I’m going to come. Please!”

  Jared jerked her body backwards, forcing her head against his chest again. “You can come, Sophie, but I want your eyes on me when you splinter.”

  Her eyes flickered open, but in truth, everything was a blur now. There was no single image that drew her attention as Sophie’s brain flitted from one sensation to the next, from her predicament to the pleasure, from the fear to the frenzy. It was like a delirium in her mind, and as her dilemma rushed through her head, her muscles began to contract.

  ‘Oh, fuck…”

  Sophie’s eyes were open and she was breathing, but that was all that she could register aside from the wall of ecstasy that was about to fall on her.

  “What was that?”

  She cried out as the orgasm ripped through her body, her pussy clenching his fingers while wave upon wave of intensity washed over her. It was so powerful that at times, the hedonism actually hurt, but by now, the pain was irrelevant. Sophie’s body interpreted all of it as pleasure, her muscles tightening at the precipice before giving up on her altogether. She sagged forward, vaguely aware of Jared catching her body and easing her back against him, and still his fingers remained in place, bleeding the final fragments of her climax from her sex.

  And then there was silence. In the room, and in her mind as satiated euphoria descended, and it was like nothing Sophie had ever experienced before.

  “I can’t wait to have you again, little girl.” Jared’s voice sounded pained, yet somehow, she couldn’t muster the energy to respond.

  “Daddy.” She lifted her gaze and his smile burned back at her in the mirror.

  “That’s right, baby,” he soothed. “What do you say?”

  Sophie looked at him. This man who had sauntered into her house and turned her whole fucking world upside down. He represented so much. The hope that this feeling could last, and yet also the dread of what was to come. He was going to take her—he had already told her that much, and he’d also promised to punish her. Her chest constricted at the thought of being snatched away from her family, and yet all those desires she’d disclosed to him whirled around her body.

  The two seemed impossible to reconcile.

  Swallowing hard, she pulled in a deep breath, knowing what he wanted to hear. “Thank you, Daddy,” she murmured, and it was just possible that there was a part of Sophie that meant every word.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jared

  Jared held her close. The logical part of his brain was aware of the time. They had to move, and they had to move now, before the mundane aspects of Sophie’s life came crashing through the door and threatened his enterprise. Jared knew that, he was aware of the urgency and yet somehow, all he could do was hold her. Sophie was so tempting, and her body so hot and yielding. He hadn’t planned to pleasure her again, in fact, on some level, he still couldn’t believe that he had, but when he’d heard the way she’d described herself and seen the way she’d responded to her own amazing body, he just couldn’t help himself. Jared had been compelled. He wanted to grant her the pleasure and he wanted to teach Sophie a lesson. A lesson about how beautiful she was—a lesson in self-esteem. He needed her to see herself the way he saw her. For some reason, it was crucial.

  He eased his finger from her glorious sex with a sigh, ignoring the desperate plea of his cock. Lifting his hand into her line of sight he showed Sophie how drenched he was with her arousal.

  “Look,” he commanded. “Look how wet you are me.”

  Sophie’s gaze flitted to his hand, a hint of a new blush emerging on her cheeks. “Oh, God…”

  Jared chuckled. She referred to her God so often, he was almost starting to envy him. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he told her. “Don’t ever be ashamed of what this represents.”

  She swallowed.

  “Lick my fingers clean, little girl.”

  Sophie gasped, her twisting to meet his face. “Wh-what?”

  Jared’s arm tightened at her waist. “You heard me. Show Daddy how much you belong to him. Clean your cum from my fingers.”


  “But, I…” she paused, her chest rising and falling again in panic.

  He waved the digits closer to her mouth. “Open.”

  Sophie’s lips parted at the order and they both watched in the mirror as his fingers moved slowly into her mouth.

  “Suck them.”

  Her gaze was wide as he gave the command, as though she could barely process the concept, and in her eyes, Jared could see the battle that was raging in her mind. Sophie was horrified at the prospect and yet he knew there was another side of her—the part she kept buried deep inside—that wanted to comply. That needed to obey.

  Finally, her lips closed over his fingers, her mouth sucking the arousal from them. Her eyes fell closed at the deed, but it didn’t matter to Jared. The sensation of her hot mouth at his fingers, coupled with what the act symbolized was possibly the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. His cock screamed at him for relief, but there was definitely no time for that now.

  “Good girl,” he praised, easing his fingers from her mouth.

  Sophie’s eyes opened again, her gaze lowering.

  “Now, you’re going to keep being my good girl, Sophie.” He tugged her body around so she faced him. “Come with me now and let the next chapter of your life begin.”

  Her body trembled as he took her wrist and spun to open the door behind them.

  “I can’t, Daddy,” she whispered. “I can’t leave my family.”

  Jared’s hand tensed at her wrist. “You’re coming with me, little girl,” he replied in a soft tone. “Whether you like it or not. You know that, don’t you?”

  He pulled her out onto the landing. She wasn’t exactly fighting him, but she wasn’t cooperating either.

  “About bloody time,” snarked Daniel. “What the hell were you doing in there?”

  “Just a little tête à tête,” Jared leered as he drew Sophie toward him. “You’re up, Doc.”

  Jared moved behind Sophie, holding her around the waist, just as he had done in the bathroom. “Behave,” he warned her as Daniel approached, needle in hand.

  “Please,” she whimpered, her body coming back to life in his arms. “Please, don’t. You don’t need to drug me. I’ll come. I’ll come with you.”