Nodding, Sophie fell back against the covers, but her thighs tensed as he edged between her labia. As Jared suspected, she was still soaking wet with desire. All those hours he’d been teasing her, and he still hadn’t let her come. It was fabulous.
“Still gloriously wet.” He lifted his head to throw her a wink and watched as a fresh blush engulfed Sophie’s face.
How she could possibly be embarrassed by that comment after everything he had put her through was beyond him, but Jared was immensely pleased that she was. He relished the opportunity to shame Sophie a little more, knowing just how horny the whole ignominy made her. Honestly, they were just the perfect match—him with his need to dominate and humiliate and Sophie with her burning need to yield and be shamed.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Jared glanced up at her crimson face. “Don’t ever apologize for how Daddy makes you feel, little girl.”
She caught her lip between her teeth at his words. “No one has ever done these things to me.”
Jared eased his finger inside her wetness, marveling at the way her legs splayed while the digit curled. “I know, baby,” he murmured, using his free hand to run the length of her body and caress her wonderful breasts.
“I know nobody had ever even come close to this, and do you know something else?” Jared slipped a second finger into her pussy, pumping them both in and out while his palm rubbed gently at her clit.
Sophie’s eyes fluttered closed at the sensations. “No, Daddy.”
“Look at me.”
Her gaze was back on him again with the order, her brown eyes wild while her hips moved in time with his digits.
“Nobody ever fucking will.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sophie
Jared’s fingers eased in and out of her sodden pussy, edging Sophie right back to the brink, before the rhythm slowed. She groaned, pushing her hips north to receive more of him, but Jared only chuckled.
“That’s enough, naughty girl.”
“But, Daddy?”
She sounded utterly pitiable now—weak and needy—but God knew, Sophie couldn’t help it. There was truly nothing else Sophie could say. She wanted this release so damn badly.
Why was Jared being so cruel?
It was like nothing else Sophie had ever known—an insistent yearning that was threatening to rise up and consume her altogether. The desire was so strong that while Jared was content to shower her with his full attention like this, Sophie would have been prepared to forget anything: how little she appreciated all of this age-play stuff, the endless bondage and lack of control over any aspects of her life—hell, she’d have even forgotten her need to be free of him. For now. Anything—just to achieve the goal that Jared had been taunting her with all day.
“Now, now.” He lifted his hand to his mouth, sucking her juices from his fingers while he gazed down at her. That dark glint was back in Jared’s eyes again, or perhaps, it had never even left. Sophie didn’t know anymore.
“Daddy’s little girl will be rewarded as and when Daddy decides it’s time.” His dark eyebrow arched at his verdict. “And first there’s the matter of your punishment to attend to.”
Sophie’s belly lurched at the pronouncement. In her gut she’d suspected that Jared would seek to chastise her for the way she’d pushed him earlier, but her instinct had been to push that thought away. Sophie couldn’t cope with any more punishment. This was all already too much—how much more could she possibly take? And yet even as the query flitted through her mind, Sophie didn’t know why she wondered—she was naked and bound to the awful pink bed. She was totally under Jared’s control and she’d have to take whatever he delivered to her. There was to be no running from her fate.
Apparently.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
It was becoming difficult to think at this point. All there was were Jared’s goading blue eyes and the desperate, consuming hunger to come.
“I know you are, little girl.” He grinned. “Or at least, you will be.”
She registered the clear threat in his words and somehow, she knew he was right. Sophie was going to be sorry. That thought filled her mind, closing her throat, and almost pushing the overwhelming craving to climax from her thoughts. Almost.
“When will you punish me, Daddy?”
Sophie didn’t dare ask how. At this point, she wasn’t sure she even wanted to know.
Jared’s expression softened, as though he was genuinely contemplating the point—or perhaps just choosing to torment Sophie a little further. “I had thought to feed you first.” He paused, pressing his lips into a hard line. “But perhaps you’d prefer I punish you now and get it over with?”
Sophie’s gaze widened. This is what Jared did. He took something diabolical and, somehow, managed to present it as if he were actually doing her a favor. And whatever he was conjuring in his mind, it would be diabolical—there was no doubt about that.
“Little girl.” There was that eyebrow again, arching right on cue and sending a bolt of lightning up the length of Sophie’s spine. “Would you prefer Daddy didn’t take your preference into account?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” The apologies seemed to be spilling from her now. “Yes, please, I… I’d like to be punished now.”
What? Sophie blinked at her own answer. Had she seriously just told Jared that?
“Would you?” He leaned closer, his eyes sparkling and something about that expression pinioned Sophie to the bed on its own and she knew categorically that if the cuffs were to disappear from her wrists she still wouldn’t have been able to get away. Not while she was immobilized by a stare that intense.
Not while she was caught so deeply in Jared’s web.
“Y-yes, please, Daddy.”
Jared’s lips twitched. “Okay.”
He moved closer, grazing his lips across her exposed shoulder and along her collarbone until his mouth met her neck. Sophie’s eyes fluttered closed as his caresses rose up the side of her neck to her jaw. After everything, all the mind games and the fucked-up things he’d made her do, there was still nothing like the sensation of Jared’s kisses. There had never been anything like it, and there might never be again.
That thought made it difficult to think at all while his lips neared her mouth. Jared skimmed Sophie’s lips before breaking the sensual contact between them, and when he gazed down at her, she swore he knew. Jared knew precisely what effect he was having on her. Yes, her pussy was wet—her pussy had been wet from almost the first email she’d sent, but it was more than just that. He was worming his way into her mind, like a virus she no longer had any immunity to.
Sophie’s mind was succumbing.
“You stay right there, little girl.” Jared’s voice was a gentle murmur, and from the tone itself, she might have expected him to whisper loving words against her skin, not the soft promise of punishment. “Daddy just has to grab a couple of items and he’ll be right back.”
Jared rose from the bed and as his proximity departed, fresh panic bloomed in her chest. Sophie had no idea why, yet it always seemed having Jared close was reassuring, even though that was ridiculous. There was no way the man who was putting her through this ordeal should be comforting, but there it was. For some reason Jared had that ability. His mere presence had been enough to coax her into sleep in the early hours of the morning. That and the incredible sex, of course.
She strained against the cuffs, her body rising as best as the bondage would allow. “Daddy?”
Sophie cringed at the hint of alarm in her voice. She hadn’t wanted to be so transparent and elaborate on how she was feeling, but it seemed she had no choice where Jared was concerned. The man had an ability to strip her senses as bare as her flesh, leaving nothing to the imagination, and as infuriating as that was, it was irrefutable.
He paused, glancing back over his shoulder. “What is it?”
She blew out a breath, collapsing back onto the gaudy covers. What the hell was Sophie suppose
d to say now? “I…” Sophie hesitated, biting her lip and her heart pounded faster when Jared took a step back in her direction.
“What is it, little girl?”
“I just…” Sophie swallowed. Fuck, she had to say it now, didn’t she? Now that she’d called him back, she’d have to tell him the truth. Any less than that and Jared would read it in her eyes—he’d know—the way he always knew, and he’d use it against her. “I’ll miss you, Daddy.”
Her toes curled at the admission and frankly, Sophie couldn’t believe she’d just said it.
Miss him?
She said that she’d miss him?
It was official. She was insane.
She was allowed to miss her children, her home—maybe even her husband—but the man who had snatched and degraded her? There was no way she should be missing him.
No way at all.
Jared was smiling as he strode back toward the bed. “Aww, baby.”
He reached for her, running a line gently up her outstretched arm. “Daddy won’t be long.”
Their gazes locked, Sophie barely able to take another breath while his seared down at her. She didn’t know if he was waiting for her to speak again, or what the hell he expected her to say. Sophie could scarcely understand her own expectations and reasoning these days, let alone his.
“You need Daddy to punish you, don’t you, baby?”
He was leaning over her again now, his face nearing with the words, and with every inch, his gaze became more hypnotic.
Sophie blinked at him wildly, trying to focus on his words instead of his face. Was that what she wanted, she tried to decide? Yes, she would rather have the ordeal of another punishment over with, but did that mean she truly needed it? Her brow furrowed at the consideration. “I don’t know, Daddy.”
Jared chuckled. “I think you do, little girl. You do know and you do need it. That’s why you pushed your luck earlier, because you’re looking for those boundaries, Sophie. You need to know where they are and how far you can push them.”
She drew in a deep breath, pushing the goading throb of her clitoris and her pebbling nipples from her mind while she mused on his answer. Was that what this was all about? Perhaps there was something to his analysis. Sophie had yearned for consequences for as long as she could recall. The consequences her liberal parents had never enforced, and the consequences Jason was either too busy, or disinclined to impose. Maybe Jared was right. Maybe it was as simple as that.
She needed him—a man to take charge and manage those implications when she didn’t meet his expectations.
She needed Daddy.
“Don’t worry.” He breathed the words over her with a smile. “Don’t overanalyze it, little girl. Just stay there and wait for me. Daddy will be back in a few moments and soon, your punishment will be underway.”
Sophie’s heart raced at the assertion. She wasn’t really sure she liked the sound of that, but she understood one thing. Sophie would have no choice. “Will I hate it, Daddy?”
She didn’t know why she asked. It wasn’t as though Jared was going to change his mind. Sophie’s plea would change nothing.
“It’s a penance, baby.” His hand shifted to her cheek and he pinched it gently like Sophie was two years old. “If you enjoy it, then Daddy’s not doing his job very well.”
Her gaze flitted toward the pink wall, but his hand was there, drawing her chin back in his direction and her eyes to the place he wanted them. Back to his line of sight.
“And once it’s over, Daddy will feed you and maybe even think about giving you that orgasm that you want so badly.”
There he went again, dangling the promise of pleasure over Sophie’s head like candy to a small child. And that’s what she was now—what she represented—the small child he could control and dominate. A person he could bind, humiliate and lock up as it pleased him. Someone who couldn’t fight back. Sophie clenched the muscles between her legs at that prospect, wondering for the thousandth time just how she’d come to be in this unenviable position, yet worse, still unclear about why she appeared to be reveling in it so much.
“Thank you, Daddy.” The words rolled from her unthinkingly. Sophie was aware it was what Jared wanted to hear and the smile that lit up his face confirmed the notion for her. “I’d like that.”
And even though at this very moment Sophie should be concentrating her efforts on getting free, on figuring out where she was, on getting back to her family—she knew the sentiment was real. She craved the orgasm she knew Jared could give her nearly as much as she craved the embrace of Billy and Lucy.
Nearly.
Pulling in a shaky breath, Sophie watched while Jared rose and stalked from the room. She had to remember that last thought, and whatever else transpired, she had to hold on to it. However awful this was, or however incredible, it wasn’t her life.
It wasn’t Sophie Bannister’s.
Sophie didn’t spend her days naked in bondage.
She didn’t need permission to eat, to use the toilet or to come.
That wasn’t her universe.
And however wet the concepts left her pussy, they never could be. Not while her children needed her.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jared
He raced down to the kitchen as fast as his legs would carry him. Today was turning into a curious, yet better day than even Jared had dared to imagine and now, he’d have the chance to punish his little girl again. Stalking toward the large refrigerator, Jared already knew which penance he had in mind. Hadn’t he already outlined this moment in his mind, just waiting for the right misdemeanor to be committed and require it? Wasn’t that why the new butt plug was already waiting in the small freezer compartment? Jared smiled while he reached in and retrieved the thing. It was the same size and design that Sophie had worn for him earlier, but this one was literally ice cold. Collecting the ice tray at the same time, plus the lubricant he’d been keeping in the fridge, Jared turned and darted back up the stairs. He couldn’t wait to get back to Sophie and see her face when she started to put the pieces of this latest puzzle together.
Jared bounded into her room, aware of her gaze on him as soon as Sophie was able to see him from her place cuffed to the bed. She strained against those binds, her expressive eyes large when she took in the ice tray.
“D-daddy?”
He smiled. “I told you I wouldn’t be long.”
Jared arched an eyebrow as he placed the items down on the bedding beside her and grinned down at Sophie’s worried face. “Are you ready to be punished, little girl?”
She pulled in a shuddering breath. Clearly, she wasn’t ready and the items Jared had brought with him had done nothing to alleviate Sophie’s concerns. “I think so, Daddy.”
“Of course you are.” He rose from the edge of the bed and strode toward the white dresser. In the third drawer Jared found the bondage equipment he’d left for emergencies and he grinned down at the array of available choices. In the end, he settled for another two pairs of pink cuffs before he was back at her feet, attaching first one, and then the second pair to her ankles.
“Daddy needs your legs up behind your head now.” Jared glanced down at Sophie while he explained. “Lift them there, please.”
Sophie panted as she complied and his cock strained while he watched both legs glide back past her ears.
“Good girl.” Jared loomed over her, sliding the fingers of one hand from the curve of her arse and up the length of her leg. She giggled at the sensation on the back of her knee, her lips breaking into a smile in spite of herself. “I know it’s hard work to hold your legs up there, so Daddy is going to help you.”
Jared gave her a few seconds to contemplate that concept before he leaned forward and attached the free end of the cuffs to the white bedstead behind Sophie’s head. By the time both of them were secured, she was bound beautifully, her ankles cuffed apart, forcing her hips to roll forward while she splayed for him. He shook his head at the sight of her. Sophie
was truly something else. Captured and exposed like this, she looked like something from the internet, except she was better.
Sophie was real. She was his.
“Daddy.” The breathy little gasp that escaped her lips swelled his cock even further. “How long do I have to stay this way?”
Jared edged back toward her vulnerable backside, lifting his palm and sending it crashing down against her upturned bottom. Sophie yelped, her eyes closing at the impact.
“As long as Daddy wants you there,” he growled in response. “And you should know better than to question Daddy about those things.”
Her gaze flickered open. “I’m s-sorry, Daddy,” she blurted. “It’s just harder to breathe this way.”
Jared assessed her thoughtfully. Sophie’s body was contorted, her legs stretched back in the same direction as her head, but she was getting plenty of air. She could breathe just fine. “You’re safe, baby.”
His tone was a little softer than before, but not much. This was still a punishment, after all. “And anyhow, this is how Daddy needs you. Having you on all fours is divine, but I don’t get to see that wonderful responsive face that way, do I?”
Sophie swallowed and Jared imagined her mind running through all of the terrible outcomes that might now await her. He grinned at the thought, turning his attention temporarily back to the items he’d brought upstairs with him. Jared reached for the lube and brought it to Sophie’s bared arse. She looked perfect this way with her cunt smooth and completely revealed to him, and as he scrutinized her fabulous sex, Jared realized this punishment was going to be more difficult to get through than he’d first thought. If just seeing Sophie this way was working its magic, how the hell was he going to cope once it was underway? He licked his lips at the delicious thought, pumping the lube directly onto her pussy. Her hips bucked instinctively, and she squealed as the cold liquid met her sensitive flesh.
“Christ!” Sophie hissed the word through her teeth. “That’s cold, Daddy.”
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