He beamed down at her. If Sophie thought that was cold then he couldn’t wait to see what she thought of what was coming next. “Of course, baby,” he purred, throwing the bottle aside and using his fingers to ease the lube down between her labia toward her rectum. Naturally, Sophie’s cunt was already drenched with her own arousal, so by the time his fingers reached her arse and pushed inside, he could hear the moisture when he pumped in and out of her.
“Oh.” She pulled against the cuffs at her wrists, her large brown eyes wild as he warmed her arse up for what he had in mind.
“Shhh.” Jared swatted her right cheek. “It’s supposed to be cold, little girl.”
Sophie’s gaze widened at that, but she pressed her lips into a tight line. With a smile, Jared collected the butt plug. Unlike the first, this one was made of steel and it was absolutely frozen after its time spent in the freezer. Sophie’s focus was on the thing at once, and she blinked while Jared lubricated the bulbous end. Of course, she had no idea what the temperature of the plug was, but soon—tantalizingly soon— Sophie was going to find out.
“This is going back into place, naughty girl,” he told her as he moved the plug toward her behind. “Your arse is going to be filled whenever Daddy isn’t fucking it from now on.”
She bit her lip at his words, but her muscles seemed reasonably relaxed. She’d already taken a similar sized plug this morning, and of course, she’d recently been stretched by his own cock, so she was probably reassured that she’d be able to cope with this latest intrusion. His lips curled at that thought at the same time his right hand neared her helpless hole. Using his free hand, Jared pressed down against Sophie’s thigh, spreading her cheeks even further in preparation, and then, without any warning, he edged the tip of the ice-cold metal into her anus.
Jared eased the thing inside, reveling in the giant gasp that reverberated around him.
“Fuck!” Sophie’s muscles clamped down on the plug, responding to the temperature of the metal, and her eyes watered when Jared met her gaze.
“What was that?” He cocked his brow at her, holding the plug in place so she couldn’t repel the thing from its intended location.
“It’s so cold!” Sophie practically screeched the words at him. “Daddy.”
“I know.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “And if you don’t relax that arse for me and take it, then you’re going to be wearing a frozen one inside you every day this week.”
Sophie’s eyes flickered at the threat and Jared could see the effort it took to forcibly exhale. As soon as her rectum relaxed, he pushed the plug inside her. Like the last plug, it was only about three inches long and went into place easily, but the look on her face as it popped into position was priceless. Sophie squirmed against the cuffs, gasping and writhing as she tried to accommodate the icy invasion.
“Oh God.” She sounded mournful, shaking her delectable backside as though she were trying to taunt him.
Jared eyed the futile dance appreciatively. The latest plug had another diamond effect at the base and each exaggerated sway of Sophie’s hips revealed its twinkling form and made him all the more desperate to be back inside her again himself. Yet sadly, that desire would have to wait.
For now, at least.
“Nice and cold, little girl?” Jared’s question was intentionally sarcastic and he was pleased to see what a panting little mess the ice plug had reduced Sophie to.
“Daddy, I…” She shook her head against the pink pillow. “Please, I won’t be bad again. Please, just take it out.”
He smiled at the desperation in Sophie’s voice. “No way, little girl,” he told her in what he hoped was a cool, unimpressed tone. “The plug stays in, and in the meantime, I have something else for you to think about.”
Sophie was breathing so fast as he reached for the ice tray that she was practically hyperventilating, but he ignored her panicky gasps. Tipping the ice tray, Jared released two small ice cubes from the plastic container and brought them over to his writhing captive.
“It’s not only that arse that needs to be taught a lesson.” Jared leaned between her outstretched thighs, ensuring his hot breath reached her flesh while he dangled the ice cubes in her line of sight.
It took a few seconds for Sophie’s poor paralyzed brain to catch up with his fiendish plan, but he witnessed the moment she finally understood.
“No!” Her gasp actually tightened his balls. “No, Daddy, please!”
“Oh yes, little girl.”
He threw her a wink before his focus shifted back between her legs to her tempting little cunt. Sophie had always been heavenly, but clean shaven she was like some sort of fucking goddess, all bare and pink and wet for him. Taking an ice cube in each hand, he held one between his thumb and forefinger and slowly, excruciatingly slowly, so Sophie could savor every beautiful moment of its descent, Jared lowered it in the direction of her labia. Her thighs clenched at its approach and she groaned as her arse no doubt clamped around the cold plug. Jared chuckled at her performance. Sophie’s responses were, as ever, utterly perfect.
“Now, I know you’re lovely and wet for me, little girl.” Jared pressed the ice to her lips and waited while she jerked in reaction to its temperature.
“Daddy. Please!”
“You know I love to hear you beg, baby.” His gaze flitted back to her angst-ridden expression. “But Daddy needs you to be quiet unless you’re going to answer his questions. Understand?”
Sophie sucked her lower lip between her white teeth. “Yes, Daddy.”
He nodded. He was glad they had an agreement. Holding the cube in position, he fixed Sophie with a determined stare. He wanted her to know the fate that was coming for her and crucially, Jared wanted to relish her expression when the ice finally slipped inside her hot little snatch.
“Remind Daddy why you’re being punished, little girl.”
Sophie’s brow knitted. “I broke the rules, Daddy.”
She seemed genuinely contrite at the admission, and Jared couldn’t help but smile.
“That’s right, little girl.” Gently, he eased the cube down until it hovered at her entrance. “You broke my one and only rule, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Sophie’s voice was tiny. “I’m sorry.”
“What was the rule, baby?” Jared’s attention rose from her alluring cunt to her anxious face.
“To obey you, Daddy. “ Sophie’s answer was instantaneous, and a flicker of pride bloomed in his chest. Evidently, she had been paying attention.
“That’s right,” he clarified. “Your job is to obey Daddy. No matter what.”
Their gazes locked and at that moment, he pushed the ice cube into her pussy. Sophie’s eyes squeezed closed at the intrusion, her shock and discomfort etched into her pretty features. Jared grinned at her silent suffering, before sliding the second ice cube after the first. This time, Sophie’s mouth parted, her lips stretching into a silent O as she tried to acclimatize.
“Look at me.” He barked the order at her, leaning over her bound body when she compelled her gaze back to his face. “Are you starting to understand now, Sophie?”
A strangled mewl left her lips and without taking her eyes from him, she nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“No more running and no more disobedience, little girl.” Jared’s gaze pinioned her with the instruction. “You’ll find Daddy has a litany of evil ways to punish his little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He watched as a solitary tear leaked from Sophie’s left eye, its journey almost hypnotic as it slid down past her nose. Jared couldn’t remember her ever being more beautiful than that moment.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sophie
Whatever else had happened, there had been no preparation for this. Bound and entirely exposed to Jared’s every maniacal whim, Sophie was truly beginning to lose it. She supposed she had considered herself in this position before—when she’d been tied to her own bed, for example, or when she’d first open
ed her eyes in the confines of this house—but she’d been wrong. Those times had been different. Sophie had, perhaps unwittingly, had hope then. The hope that this was nothing but a bad dream, a salacious fantasy come to life—something she would shortly wake up from—but not now. As the ice cubes slid inside her intimate flesh, Sophie realized there would be no waking up. This was it now—this was her lot.
A thing Jared could bind, torment and keep.
Nothing more and nothing less.
When he’d first pushed the plug into her arse, Sophie hadn’t known what to think. It was sensation overload, and the cold was paralyzing, temporarily sending her into an outright frenzy. The plug might not have been as long and imposing as Jared’s cock had been earlier, but its temperature was completely overwhelming, and at that moment, she’d have given anything to be rid of the thing. But naturally, that was impossible. Only Jared could remove it for her now, and likely, the thing would cruelly afflict her for an age before he’d be willing to relieve the angst. This was, as he kept telling her, a punishment.
And then the ice cubes appeared. Sophie felt them pressing against her pussy lips, and that was the moment she’d nearly lost her mind. Her behind was already exploding with the agony of the frozen plug, her brain unable to decipher if the temperature was so cold it hurt, or if the chill numbed the area altogether. There was no room to deal with yet another unwelcome intrusion—no space in her head to process the sensations—yet Jared had continued with dull inevitability. Worse than all of that though—baser than all of the power he wielded over Sophie—was his incessant need to vocalize it all.
She shuddered, aware of her desperate pussy trying to adjust to the touch of the frozen water while she clutched at those stark memories. The way Jared had pinioned her with the weight of his intense stare, the way he’d made her say the words. It was too much.
Too. Fucking. Much.
And yet those recollections continued to come, washing over her until his words cut through her consciousness.
“What was the rule, baby?” His voice had been taunting, daring her to get out of the latest humiliating predicament she was obliged to bear.
“To obey you, Daddy.” She’d answered him straight away, somehow, foolishly, still hopeful that she could avoid the rest of her fate.
“That’s right,” he’d nodded his head as if to reinforce the point. “Your job is to obey Daddy. No matter what.”
Jared had held her attention then, using the intensity of his gaze to immobilize her every bit as much as the bondage, and then, when she’d been at her most bloody vulnerable, that’s when the ice had violated her. Sophie had wanted to cry out as one, and then two unforgiving pieces of ice penetrated her, and Christ, it was like nothing else she’d ever been made to endure. Sophie would have taken his fucking paddle over this. Hell, she’d have accepted being bound in the bloody cage instead—anything but this level of exposure and defenselessness. The ice had slid into her cruelly, its slow progress inside mocking her somehow as it tracked a path into her most private place. And all the while, Sophie was compelled to take it. There was nothing she could do, and nothing to be said. Every time she clenched in panic, her arse gripped at the frozen plug shoved in her bottom, reminding her of her utter subjugation to Jared’s will.
Reminding her that this was it—this was her world—Jared’s hard, blue eyes, the horrendous suffocating blur of pink walls and carpets and all the pain and oppression he could throw at her. Forcing her eyes to focus, she took in Jared’s face and in silent horror, she noted that he was smiling. More than that though, the man was actually grinning at her suffering, his fingers still at her sex as if he worried the ice might return. She opened her mouth, certain there was some sort of protest trying to escape, but the truth was there were no words for this. It wasn’t so much the pain of the ice, as the look in his eyes. The knowledge that Jared was relishing this hurt even more than the frozen water now numbing her sex altogether.
“Look at me.” Jared spat the order in her direction, inclining toward her as though she could somehow mistake his meaning. “Are you starting to understand now, Sophie?”
Sophie pushed the sound from her throat as she nodded, a desperate, animalistic noise that was barely comprehensible. “Yes, Daddy.”
“No more running and no more disobedience, little girl.” Jared’s eyes flashed in warning. “You’ll find Daddy has a litany of evil ways to punish his little girl.”
Her pussy contracted at that thought, the deed strangely unnerving now that the ice seemed to have acted as some type of anesthetic.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Sophie had felt the tear as it leaked from her eye and a part of her had loathed the display of weakness, yet another, larger part didn’t even have the energy to care. So what if Jared saw her tears again? He had seen so much already—he’d taken everything. It should hardly matter anymore.
Jared pressed his lips against her forehead. “Then the lesson may have been learned, or it will be with a little more punishment.”
He tilted his head to gaze down at her watering eyes. “It’s not about ropes or ribbons, baby. It was never about that. It’s about my complete and utter domination of your life, little girl. It’s about knowing in your heart that Daddy knows best.”
Sophie blew out a breath, trying to decide if it was more or less awful if she tried to shift her weight in the cuffs again. Not that it would probably help either way. With all four limbs cuffed to the bed, she was helplessly exposed and open to him. Exposed, open, debased, and yet even after all of that—still fucking needy.
She squeezed her eyes closed at that realization, hopelessly ashamed at the reality.
However wrong Jared was, however deep this rabbit hole had left to go, there could never be any rationalizing the way Sophie had reacted to the treatment he’d dished out. The way she’d come at his touch, the manner in which her body had responded to the spanking, and to the condescending way he dressed and bound her. Sophie was certainly as bad as Jared. Maybe she was worse? And acknowledging that truth was turning into a one-way trip into oblivion.
“Do you get it now, little girl?”
Sophie’s gaze opened at the sound of his voice, finding that dark eyebrow arching at her again, his expression amused.
“I get it, Daddy.” She pushed the words out in one long rush of air, conscious of the way the burning intensity of the ice seemed to have subsided.
Of course, the plug was still cold and there was no hope of alleviating its intrusion, yet somehow, she seemed to have adjusted to the temperature in general. It was less horrific now, less debilitating, and while she caught her lip in her teeth, Sophie realized what the experience had become—the powerlessness and the pain—it was intoxicating. Tilting her hips, Sophie tried in vain to find any friction for her desperate clit, but there was none. Jared was conveniently positioned just far enough away to avoid her sex, a fact his wry smile seemed to understand only too well.
“So, my little girl likes her punishment, eh?”
She blinked up at him, anxious to protest the point, but already knowing it was futile. That’s how perverted this whole thing was—the baser the deeds became, the more she yearned for them. She craved Jared’s corruption like fucking oxygen.
“I’m so horny, Daddy.” Sophie panted at the embarrassing admission. “So turned on. I-I can’t even think anymore.”
He shook his head at her with a smile. “That’s not true is it, baby? We both know you’re thinking. You’re thinking right now, aren’t you?”
Jared’s face descended toward her, his lips parting as they approached, and in that moment, Sophie wanted nothing more than for him to kiss her, to claim her again—to take what so very obviously belonged to him.
“Aren’t you, Sophie?” His mouth halted frustratingly close to her face, that sardonic smile still etched into his features.
Sophie reasoned if she lifted her head an inch or so, she could probably capture Jared’s lips for herself and f
leetingly, the thought of wrestling back that one iota of control was mesmerizing. She wanted it. She wanted to kiss him, to taste him again, to feel like a woman instead of a damn tormented child.
“I…” She hesitated, swallowing while the thought of kissing Jared consumed her. “I don’t know, Daddy.”
His lips lowered to hers, grazing against her partly opened mouth. “Of course, you do.”
Jared shifted on the bed, settling over Sophie’s body for the first time since he’d bound her. “I can see you thinking, little girl.”
Sophie pushed her hips north, gasping when, finally, her throbbing clit connected with the fabric of his trousers.
Oh fuck. Just that brief contact was exquisite. Sophie was so tightly wound, even a few moments of pushing herself up toward him would probably be enough to detonate her pleasure.
“What are you thinking, Sophie?”
“That I want you, Daddy.” There was no hesitation now, only the consuming certainty of her confession, and however bleak their reality, Sophie’s words were true.
She did want him.
If he was going to put her through this—if he insisted on binding and teasing her into this frenzy— then she needed him. On her, over her, inside her—any place she could get him, but more than anything else, she needed permission to explode—she needed to let go.
“You want me, or you want to come?” Jared breathed the words over her, his fingers stroking the hair from her face.
“Both.” Sophie closed her eyes at the unbelievable admission.
It would have been easier to bear if she’d just begged for the pleasure, but it wouldn’t have been the truth, and after everything—after all Jared had put her through— Sophie had no choice but to face up to the truth. Jared’s pursuit of her had stripped everything else away, leaving only the brutal reality of their combined depravity, and all its shocking ramifications.
“Both, please, Daddy.”
Jared gazed down at Sophie, his expression thoughtful. “If you keep me here fucking you, how will we ever get lunch, beautiful?”
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