Daddy's Little Captive: A Dark Daddy Romance Page 13

“I’ll make us some,” he determined, pouring himself some water into the same glass.

  “N-now?”

  He suppressed the smile that wanted to rise at her query. That was the old Sophie talking. The one who was used to the rules and routines of her mundane life. His Sophie wouldn’t need to worry about those things now. Jared was going to take care of everything. He’d be setting the rules and he’d be making the routines.

  Jared poured the water down his throat. “You need to eat, little girl,” he answered. “Whenever and whatever I tell you to.”

  Sophie’s bound hands rose to tuck her hair behind her ears. “Okay,” she mumbled, clearly unsure how to respond.

  Jared put the glass down before he stalked in her direction. Sophie’s eyes widened wonderfully at his approach.

  “Is your hair bothering you?” he demanded.

  She fluttered her lashes at him while shaking her head. “No, Daddy,” she replied. “It just needs a wash.”

  Jared’s hand rose to her hair, running his fingers down the silky length of her blonde mane. It seemed fine to him, beautiful in fact, but now that he thought of it, Jared had the perfect way of dealing with the issue. Turning, he paced toward the only dresser in the room. He’d spent a long time decorating this space, preparing for his little girl’s arrival, and now that she was here, he could barely contain his excitement. Scanning the contents of the top drawer, Jared found what he was looking for and pulled the lilac hairbrush and hair ribbons into his hand.

  “Onto your knees now, Sophie,” he commanded in what he hoped was a reassuring tone.

  Her questioning gaze glanced in his direction, taking in the look of the items in his hand, but she didn’t argue, and instead, Sophie eased herself forward onto the soft white rug.

  “Knees apart,” he instructed as he moved toward her. “Daddy always wants your knees apart unless he tells you otherwise.”

  Sophie shifted her weight as she inched her knees away from each other as much as the ropes allowed. She seemed a little off balance with her wrists bound in front of her, but that was probably just the side effects of the drugs wearing off. Jared was sure she’d be fine.

  Lifting the brush, he began to run it down the length of her hair. It was just past her shoulders and the perfect length in his view. Long enough for him to play with, but not an irritating length. Dividing the hair into two halves, Jared wrapped one of the lilac ribbons around the tresses and tied it into a bow. Sophie swallowed as he shifted to the other side, brushing the remaining hair into a second section and then securing it with the ribbon. He threw the brush on to the bedside table, taking a step back to assess his handiwork. Jared hadn’t spent much time tying girls’ hair in the past, but he had to admit his effort wasn’t half bad all things considered.

  “You look lovely,” he told her as he towered over her kneeling form.

  Sophie blushed harder at his words, her gaze fixed on the space between her knees. Jared looked too, his eyes roaming up the length of her thighs to the place he knew her hot little pussy was hiding. He’d loved his first tastes of Sophie, but he wanted much, much more. One thing for was sure though, the small thatch of hair that covered her pussy had to go. He wanted his little girl bared to him—in every way possible.

  “Look at Daddy,” he ordered sensually.

  With a sigh, Sophie’s gaze met his.

  “Do you like your room?” His eyebrow arched at the question and Jared waited as her gaze flitted around the place.

  “It’s very pink,” she replied. “Daddy.”

  “Don’t little girls like pink?”

  Sophie sucked her lip between her white teeth and he could already see the reply in her eyes. He could see what she was thinking. Yes, little girls tended to like pink, but I’m not a little girl. I’m a grown woman.

  “Yes, Daddy, I suppose.”

  He grinned. “Does Sophie like pink?” he probed, taking a small step back in her direction.

  She blinked at him. “It’s not my favorite,” she admitted.

  Jared lowered himself to his haunches a few inches in front of her. “Well, it is now, little girl.”

  Her eyes were as wide as saucers at his words, and for a moment there was a flicker of understanding—a moment when she truly understood the weight of her predicament. Sophie was his little girl now, and that meant she would like whatever he told her to like.

  “I decorated it for you especially,” Jared continued. “I even went so far as to have your bed custom-made.”

  He gestured toward the structure with his head, and she glanced over her shoulder at it instinctively. It was a big bed for a little girl—a double—but Jared had needed space for all of the adaptations he’d made, the built-in bondage and the bars that rose from the side like a crib, ensuring she couldn’t fall and hurt herself.

  Or get away, he reminded himself with glee.

  Of course it was dressed in a satin pink bedspread, so Sophie had no way of knowing about those little improvements he’d made. Not yet anyway…

  “Th-thank you, Daddy,” she murmured, turning back to him.

  He smiled, reaching forward and tugging gently at one of her pigtails. Christ, she looked great this way. He couldn’t wait to hold on to those while he fucked her. It was going to be perfect.

  “Good girl for thanking me,” he cooed as he rose back to his feet. “But this time, Daddy has another way he’d like you to thank him.”

  A glint of trepidation sparkled in her eyes at his words, and Jared watched that emotion shift into fear as he slowly unbuckled the belt at his waistband.

  “It’s nothing too onerous,” he reassured her as he closed the distance between them. “It’s just time to even the score a little.”

  Her gaze flitted to him. “D-daddy?”

  “Well, as I recall you’ve had two pretty decent orgasms thanks to me, little girl, and yet, how many have I had?”

  Sophie flushed as she presumably realized where this line of questioning was going. “Just one, I think.”

  “Right.”

  He reached for her head, drawing her toward his body as he eased his trousers down his hips with his other hand. His cock jutted free at once, hot and eager for her attention.

  “So, don’t you think Daddy deserves at least one more?”

  Sophie stared at his cock as though she’d never seen anything like it before. Her eyes showed a mixture of shock and awe, and he smiled wryly. Surely her pathetic fucking husband had her polish his cock for him before now? This couldn’t possibly be her first time at fellatio.

  “Yes,” she gasped, her body swaying a little as the realization washed over. “I’ll try.”

  Jared gripped a pigtail in his fist, edging her in the direction of his hard length. “Do your best, little girl. Daddy will guide you.”

  Sophie’s attention darted to his face for a second, but then it was back on the matter at hand. Or to be more specific, the matter that was pressing against her lips. Her mouth parted and she panted a little as she got acquainted with his member. Jared watched intently as she began to kiss and lap at his crown. Naturally, her ministrations felt divine, but he wanted much more effort than that.

  “Take me in your mouth,” he ordered.

  Sophie inhaled before she obliged him, closing her eyes as she drew his length to the back of her throat. Jared gasped, his jaw tightening as the heat and pressure of her mouth enveloped him. His hips pulled his cock away, before he lunged forward, filling her up again. The tip of his cock brushed against the side of her mouth and Jared squeezed his eyes closed at the rush of the sensation. Fuck. His balls tightened, inspiring his fist to do the same as he held her head in place while he withdrew again.

  “You feel amazing,” Jared growled, thrusting into her mouth again.

  He opened his eyes to gaze down at the small woman on her knees before him. He’d been drawn to Sophie’s witty little responses online, relishing the way their tastes had seemed so well aligned, but he could never have imagined
how bloody gorgeous she would prove to be, and how easily she would make him hard with just a flick of her hair or furtive glance. Whoever the hell her husband was, he’d been a fool to ignore her needs.

  That wasn’t a mistake that Jared was going to make.

  He’d be here to satisfy all of her twisted desires, and then some.

  The next time he thrust forward, he pushed past her tongue and grazed the very back of her throat. Sophie gagged, an instinctive response in the circumstances, but Jared held her head between both his palms, using her impromptu pigtails to keep her steady while he went to work pursuing his orgasm. And it was already close; he could tell by the way his balls had clenched, goading him to press forward and keep going, chasing the looming pleasure.

  Sophie’s eyes watered, but he fucked her face roughly regardless. It was obvious she wanted him to stop, or slow down at least, but there was no way that was going to happen. There would be time for Daddy to be tender later, but now was not that time. Now, Jared wanted what was owed to him, and he was prepared to be greedy about it. His stance widened as his climax burgeoned, and at the same time he guided Sophie’s head up and down his shaft while he lunged into her. The simultaneous stimulation proved to be his undoing, and he pulled away as the first shots of his passion landed over her pretty face.

  She fell back to her haunches, panting.

  “Open that mouth and get back up here,” he growled as he fisted the next load of hot cum over her lips. “Daddy wants you to swallow down everything he has for you.”

  Sophie’s chest heaved as she complied, her tear-stained lashes blinking rapidly as she received everything he had to offer. She seemed to be having trouble with the notion of swallowing down his cum, and Jared watched as she struggled with it. A little leaked from the side of her mouth as she choked, but he noticed Sophie never expressed a word of complaint.

  Either she didn’t want to, or she didn’t dare.

  Jared smiled. It was probably the latter, and that worked just fine for him.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Sophie

  Never in her life had Sophie been treated like that. Sure, Jason had asked for the occasional blow job, and she’d done her duty with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, but it had never once been anything like it was with Jared. He was so daunting, shoving his insistent prick down the back of her throat until she couldn’t even breathe, and all that existed in the entire world was his cock. The sight of him, the scent, and of course, the taste, filled up all of Sophie’s senses until he’d erupted on her face and then inside her mouth. She’d wanted to balk at the idea of swallowing his cum, but somehow, she knew that would have been a mistake, so instead, Sophie did her best to obey him, but it had been a challenge. She’d never swallowed Jason’s cum before, and the taste was disconcerting as she was forced to gulp Jared’s back.

  Jared released his grip in her hair and allowed her to fall back against her heels. Sophie inhaled, feeling the impromptu pigtails hang loose at the sides of her face. What was it with the hairstyle anyway? What sort of grown man enjoyed making a woman wear her hair in pigtails? She bit her lip again as the answer came to her.

  Jared did.

  It fit perfectly with everything she had come to experience with him. The way he insisted on calling her his little girl and demanded she call him Daddy, and the foreboding way he appeared to have readied this entire room for her in a humiliating pink hue.

  It was too much, yet a part of her already knew what would come next.

  She lowered her gaze as she blinked away the tears. Sophie didn’t want him to see her crying anymore. She never wanted that to happen again.

  “You did well, little girl,” Jared enthused from over her head. “You pleased Daddy.”

  Sophie lifted her bound wrists and wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. She sniffed as she looked back to him. She wanted to please him. The rational part of her knew she’d have to keep in his favor if she wanted to survive whatever ordeal he had in store, but there was another side of Sophie which was disgusted she’d gone along with his plan. She glanced at his trouser-clad thighs, trying to make sense of it all. Clearly there was going to be a lot of things in the next few hours that would disgust her, but she couldn’t help wonder how many of them she would also come to enjoy. Hadn’t she loved the bondage at the house, even when it chafed, and hadn’t her pussy been wetter than ever thanks to the cruel bite of the clamps on her nipples? The reluctant answer to both questions was yes.

  “You want to make me happy don’t you, Sophie?” His goading tone drew her attention back toward Jared’s face.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she croaked.

  Sophie was beginning to feel like an obedient puppy with all this ‘yes’ and ‘no’ Daddy rubbish, but she could tell he liked it. His quick smile reassured her on that point.

  “On your feet then,” he commanded, offering her one of his large palms.

  She glanced at him and then back at her bound ankles. “But, my feet are bound?”

  “I’ll help you,” he told her. “Take my hand.”

  Duly, she did as he asked, gripping his fingers as she rose uncertainly to her feet. She could stand well enough, but walking in these ropes was going to be near impossible.

  “They’re necessary,” he said, as though he’d just read her mind. “The last time I left you unbound you made a run for it, remember?”

  Sophie flushed at the memory. She did remember, and as she stood in front of her captor now, she wished beyond reason that she’d managed to achieve her objective.

  Jared moved beside her, and quick as a flash, he swooped, taking her weight and pulling her up against his body. Sophie gasped, although she had been half expecting the move. Somehow, he seemed so strong and he was always so in control. It was infuriating.

  “Time for some food,” he muttered as he carried Sophie to the door.

  Taking her weight in one arm for a moment, he pulled the door back to reveal a dark hallway. She blinked into the new surroundings, half enthralled at the way he seemed able to contain her weight and half petrified. Sophie was not a tiny woman, and she’d put on even more weight since Lucy had been born, despite her best efforts to shed the pounds. How was it possible that Jared seemed able to carry her with such little effort?

  He swept her into the corridor, nudging on a light as they passed a switch in the darkness. Clearly, Jared knew this place then? It was probably his, but where the hell were they? Were the other two guys, Anton and Daniel, here as well? Were they hiding in one of the rooms they passed, just waiting to indulge in her denigration? Sophie glanced around as he stalked them both down the hallway, but she found no clues about the other men or their location. By Jared’s own admission, she had been asleep for a while and in that time, he could have driven her anywhere. The knot of anxiety twisted at the thought. She could be miles away. Miles away from home—from her family. Her mind flitted to Jason as Jared took the stairs two at a time. What was he doing now? Was he worrying about her, trying to call? Sophie had a recollection of Jared taking her phone with him before they left the house, so maybe it was possible she’d find it somewhere, and she could call for help?

  “You’re quiet?”

  Jared’s words garnered her attention and she turned to meet his eye.

  “I don’t know what you want me to say,” she admitted.

  His expression hardened in an instant.

  “Daddy,” she added breathlessly, hoping the afterthought would be enough to save her.

  Jared blinked at her. “You’re going to land yourself in even more trouble if you keep forgetting how you address me, young lady.”

  “I’m sorry,” she squeaked. “This is all new to me.”

  He ran his tongue over his teeth as he carried her across the half-lit hallway to what looked like a kitchen. Placing Sophie back on her feet, Jared reached for the light switch and the strip lighting flickered into life, confirming her initial suspicions. She glanced around, trying to take in
as much information as she could. It was a pretty large space, with work counters and a basin running along the back wall, white appliances fitted to her right and a circular dining table was to her left.

  “Wait here.”

  Jared left her standing as he stalked to the table and pulled out a chair. Sophie eyed it nervously. She could already see the pink cuffs attached to both the arms and the legs of the wood, and fresh panic rose in her chest.

  “Are you cold?” he asked as he strode back in her direction.

  Sophie nodded. “My feet are freezing. Daddy.”

  “Okay, I’ll get the heating going,” he replied. “Can you hobble to the chair?”

  Her gaze narrowed before she realized what was happening. He wanted her to hobble—to humiliate herself further in his ropes? “I don’t know, Daddy.”

  “Try.” Jared stepped back, folding his arms across his broad chest. “And watch those facial expressions, little girl. Insolent looks will be dealt with in the same way as disrespectful words.”

  Her breath caught at his threat, and slowly, she edged her right foot forward, testing out the ropes. There wasn’t much slack in them, and maybe only about eight inches of rope separated her feet at full stretch, but it was enough to shuffle forward, a little at a time, in the direction Jared had indicated.

  “You look good that way,” he said with a chuckle. “Perhaps I’ll have you walking, after all.”

  Sophie closed her eyes at his mocking tone. It took every ounce of her willpower not to shoot him a glare, but somehow, she resisted, sensing all that would earn her was more angst. Finally, after an excruciating journey, she made it to the chair and awkwardly, she turned before collapsing into it. Jared was on her in a moment.

  “Time to swap restraints now.”

  She inhaled, watching as he worked at the ropes at her wrists. Releasing her left arm, Jared somehow managed to leave her right one bound to her ankles and he guided her unwilling limb toward the waiting cuff.

  “I’ll be good,” she implored him. “You don’t need to bind me.”

  “Maybe,” he answered without looking up from the task. “But I want to bind you, Sophie. It makes me hard to see you restrained and at my mercy, and I know it makes that sweet pussy wet.”