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  There was only one conclusion she could draw to her own questions. The kind of man who planned things meticulously. The kind who wanted things to be just so. The kind who always got his way. Panic bloomed within her at the answers her mind had conjured, and reflexively, she glanced across at Jared.

  “Unless you want another date with my paddle before bed, little girl, I would advise you don’t keep me waiting any longer.” His voice was almost as stern as his unimpressed expression.

  “S-sorry,” she replied.

  In all her analysis, Sophie had almost forgotten why she was here in the first place. Using every ounce of her will power, she forced her body to relax, and within a moment she flushed the toilet, shuffling over to the basin to wash her hands. Sophie could feel the weight of Jared’s stare drilling into her back, and as she lifted her gaze, she caught sight of him in the mirror above the sink. He leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his chest in a display of just how he felt about her performance.

  Remembering what he’d said before, she pulled her hand away from the tap. “May I wash my hands, Daddy?”

  It was obviously the right thing to do as his arms dropped and he nodded. “Yes, you may.”

  After lathering and rinsing her hands, she turned off the taps. “I’m done, Daddy.” Sophie said, forcing the words out as she turned to face him, making sure the hand towel hung straight on its rack.

  “At last,” he responded, beckoning her forward with his index finger.

  Sophie edged toward him, her chest rising and falling as she went. Suddenly, she felt nervous again. It was as though the discovery of his bathroom had shed a new and even more terrifying light on the man who had abducted her. To find a man who took such pride in his surroundings was rare, but to find one who kept his bathroom in this condition had to be exceptional. It was not normal, but as Sophie gazed up into Jared’s demanding face again, the thought crashed down upon her.

  He was not normal.

  This was not normal.

  And as things stood, there was absolutely no way she could get away from his fastidious clutches.

  “If it’s going to take you that long to use the bathroom, then I am going to have to find other ways to deal with the problem, little girl.”

  Jared’s brow arched as he spoke and right on cue, she started to pant.

  Other ways? What the fuck did that mean?

  The look in his eyes gave little away but his words inferred one of a number of horrendous outcomes to Sophie. Would he make her use some type of commode—or worse? All of a sudden, it was difficult to pull the air in and out of her mouth.

  “I’m sorry,” she insisted. “I’ll do better next time, Daddy. I swear it!”

  His lips curled in that way that instantly riled Sophie, but she was in such a spin about his threats, that the thought barely registered.

  “You will, huh?” he replied, pulling her nudity against his body. Jared was still virtually dressed. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a honed and muscular body and his denims hung open at his hips, yet somehow, he had managed to remain clothed during the entire time he’d been fucking and spanking her.

  “You won’t make Daddy wait anymore?”

  Sophie shook her head against his chest. Jeez, she’d train her body into going in Olympic world record times if it meant she could avoid any of the awful consequences he’d implied a moment ago.

  “Okay then,” he said with a laugh, taking her face gently between his hands. “Daddy believes you. You can have one more chance tomorrow.”

  Relief emanated around Sophie’s body. Thank God for that, and yet instantly she despised herself for feeling it. So, now she was grateful to be able to use a toilet? Come on… what the hell was happening to her?

  “Back to bed now,” he told her with a smile, and in one fell swoop, he threw her panting body back over his shoulder.

  Sophie blinked as she looked around, trying to catch her breath as the light in the bathroom was switched off and Jared transported her back to the horrendous pink room. She was back on the bed again a moment later.

  “Onto your belly then.”

  She glanced up at Jared as he gave the instruction, crawling reluctantly onto her front. He pulled back the duvet, tucking it beneath her limbs as she shimmied into place against the sheet and it was then that Sophie caught sight of the restraints. Her heart thundered as she acknowledged them, her gaze unblinking. There were pink cuffs, like the ones attached to the chair downstairs, and there was one at either side of each of her pillows.

  “Face down,” he continued, swatting her backside gently in encouragement. “Lie on the side nearest the wall.”

  Sophie startled at the gesture, landing flat against the cool sheet as he requested. There had been no real force in it, but her arse was sore enough already not to need any new impetus.

  “You like your bed cuffs?”

  She turned to meet his wry smile.

  “Yes, Daddy saw you looking.”

  Sophie flushed at the way he made that sound, as though she had done something illicit. As though she was in the wrong. “I don’t need them, Daddy,” she whispered, though she really didn’t know why.

  It was obvious Jared was going to restrain her again. The period in which he’d spanked her had been the only one in which she hadn’t been bound all day.

  “You don’t get to tell Daddy what you need, little girl,” he chided, already forcing Sophie’s left wrist up along the cotton sheet toward the cuff.

  For one fleeting moment she considered yanking her hand away and making a run for it. There were no other binds on her legs and Sophie could run, but she didn’t have any idea of the layout of the house. Where to hide, or where to escape, and she didn’t even know where the hell he had taken her. It could be freaking miles away from her house.

  Jared’s hand stilled. “Not thinking of doing anything stupid, are we?”

  Sophie’s eyelids flickered. In her intense train of thought, her gaze had inadvertently shifted toward the door, giving her intentions away.

  Shit!

  “No,” she mumbled, but the look on his face told her Jared didn’t believe her, and he tugged the cuff into position, buckling it quickly before she could act on her impulses.

  “Please.”

  Sophie’s heart was pounding again now, anxiety spiking at the way Jared’s expression had hardened. “You don’t need to do this, Daddy!”

  He shifted onto the bed, straddling her legs and for one moment Sophie couldn’t see him at all. The first thing she really knew about Jared’s position was the hard slap that landed against her arse cheeks, and the wave of hurt that crashed over her as a consequence.

  “One more word, little girl.” Jared leaned down over her now, his sneering face just in her line of sight as she turned her head toward his voice. “Just one more and Daddy will gag you, too.”

  He looked angry all of a sudden. His eyes steely as he gestured for her right hand. No part of Sophie wanted to offer him that wrist proactively, but the combination of the injury his hand had reawaken at her backside, and the stern look in his gaze compelled her to move. Slowly, she drew her hand in the direction he required. Jared grabbed it, pulling it up toward the cuff and securing it into place. Next, he moved down her body, and Sophie felt him securing her ankles into place. There were obviously more of the bloody cuffs at that end of the bed, too.

  Of course, there were.

  It must have taken him less than five minutes to get her from the bathroom to being strapped down face first on the bed. Sophie’s gut wrenched at the reality. Her resistance was apparently futile. Jared was stronger, and faster, and always one step ahead of her.

  Sophie felt him climb from her body and the next thing she knew, the duvet landed on top of her. The fabric was cool against her skin and she shivered as Jared pulled it up to her shoulders.

  “Do you want your pillow?” He still sounded pissed with her, but she tilted her head to meet his eyes.

  “
You said I wasn’t supposed to speak, Daddy” she admitted in a painfully small voice.

  That made the corners of his mouth twitch. “You can answer.”

  She eyed the pink pillow lodged between her restrained wrists, unsure if she would be more comfortable with or without the thing. The reality was she had very little chance of sleeping either way. “I’m okay like this, thank you.”

  Jared nodded, reaching for the small lamp on the dresser. “Then get some sleep,” he ordered. “We both need our rest.”

  He flicked the switch, throwing the room into the pitch black before he paced toward the door. Sophie lifted her head, following the sound of his footfall against the carpet, and then she heard the door closing behind him. An oppressive silence fell over the room, and all Sophie could hear was the raging sound of her heartbeat and the dozens of futile questions pinballing around her brain.

  How had she let this happen? How the hell was she going to get away? Where was she? How were the children?

  Sophie’s mind froze over that last query, its significance numbing out all other considerations. Oh God, her poor children. They’d be worried sick without her, and even Jason might be starting to worry by now. Sophie tugged at the cuffs, as though her wrists would somehow just slide out of them now that Jared was no longer here.

  “Fuck it!” she hissed into the sheet at her face. “I’ve got to get out. I’ve got to get away from here.”

  But hard as she tried, there was no getting away. Jared had her bound and spread-eagled to the heinous pink bed, her arse flaming after her spanking and her mind as bleak as she’d ever known it. He had her. The fucker really had her, and right at that moment there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

  That realization landed on Sophie like a tsunami, and her head crashed back down against the mattress.

  This was really happening. She was Jared’s now.

  Sophie squeezed her eyes closed just as the tears began to fall.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Jared

  Jared lie in his bed, stroking his cock through his sweatpants. He’d changed out of his clothes in an attempt to ease away the passion of the day, but somehow, it hadn’t helped. He was aroused again, though that shouldn’t even be possible. Jared had only recently satiated that need inside Sophie, and his erection throbbed at the memory, but still, he wanted her. He had the feeling there would never be too much of a good thing where his little girl was concerned. Rolling onto his side, his gaze fell over the monitor by his bed. The screen showed an image of Sophie, her wrists bound above her head against the soft pink sheets of her bed. Jared knew her legs were splayed beneath the duvet, her ankles in their own cuffs and his cock ached at the sight. She was a vision, and not for the first time, he was glad he’d taken the time and paid the additional expense to set up the monitor in her room. It meant he could see and hear everything that was going on in there without having to be present, although as he watched the woman sobbing into the mattress, Jared began to wonder if perhaps he shouldn’t go and comfort her.

  He sighed as he rolled onto his back again, staring up at the pure white ceiling of his bedroom. Sophie’s responses were not surprising. In fact, so far Jared had been pretty impressed with the way she’d reacted to his authority. Minus a couple of notable deviations, his little girl had submitted well and tried to do as she was told. His erection strained against the fabric as he recalled how wet she had been for him, not just here, but back at her house as well. Even though Jared had discussed the notion of being bound and taken with Sophie online before they met, he had never expected her body to be so willing—so wet and compliant—but it pleased him immensely that she had been. Being left alone though, had apparently allowed her other natural reactions to surface, and he turned his head back to the screen to find Sophie’s face still buried into the pink bedding.

  “If you keep crying like that you’re going to make yourself ill, little girl,” he whispered in a disapproving tone.

  Jared’s brow knitted as the sound of her sobbing intensified, and he rose to a sitting position.

  Why couldn’t Sophie see what he was trying to do here? Sure, there were bound to be some teething issues as they both acclimatized to their new dynamic, but Jared was trying to give her what she’d always wanted—to give Sophie her fantasy—and all she could do was lie there and bawl her eyes out. Jared had been planning this for a long time. Years before he’d stumbled into Sophie online he had been dreaming about her—or a woman just like her. One who wanted to yield, one who craved the surrender—a little girl who needed a Daddy. And while it was true that Jared hadn’t broached the subject of age-play with her directly during their many conversations, Sophie had given him all the signs that she was game, and every time he’d inferred some aspect of his desire, Sophie had responded with eagerness and excitement.

  His hands rose to his temples as he contemplated what to do about the sobbing Sophie. He could leave her there and teach her a lesson about what it meant to be Daddy’s little girl. Sophie would always be at the center of his dark world, but he couldn’t actually be with her twenty-four hours a day. After all, she was perfectly safe. Jared could see that for himself, but somehow, listening to her crying her heart out was more emotionally taxing than he’d thought it would be. Reaching for the monitor, he turned the volume down. The sound of Sophie’s despair was starting to cause his arousal to ebb.

  He rose from his king-sized bed, stalking to the large bay window at the other end of his room. It was early April, but the weather was still cool and Jared watched the endless black sky of the night overhead. He needed to be more like that sky. His patience needed to be that endless. After all those years of dreaming and scheming, he finally had his little girl, and now he needed to take the time to show her what was required. Jared caught sight of his reflection in the glass and he grinned. He was in pretty decent shape for a man in his forties, and he certainly knew his way around a woman’s body. He knew he could make Sophie happy—if she’d only take a breath and calm down enough to notice. His gaze wandered across the land that backed onto his house, although there wasn’t much to see in the darkness. The property was miles away from the nearest neighbors, and there were acres of old English oak trees between them and the main road. It was the perfect location to train Sophie. Isolated enough not to arouse unwelcome attention, but near enough to civilization should he need anything.

  Jared turned, sauntering to the door of his bedroom. He stilled in the entrance, straining his ears to listen for Sophie. Right on cue, a low sob sounded from across the corridor, and Jared shook his head as he walked the short distance to her door. Pushing it ajar, he twisted his head around the corner. The room was in darkness, but Sophie was there, her sobs subtler now, but still audible.

  “You’re going to make yourself ill,” he whispered toward the place he knew her bed to be.

  Sophie gasped and Jared imagined her head rising from the sheets again. He edged forward, turning the dial so only a low light spread across the pink room. Sure enough, her red, swollen face greeted him, her eyes puffy from all the tears.

  “Look at you,” he chided gently as he collected a box of nearby tissues and paced in her direction.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed beside Sophie, Jared dabbed the tissue around her eyes.

  “I have a headache, Daddy,” she told him in a mournful tone.

  Jared lifted his palm to her forehead. As suspected, her face was burning hot, no doubt a consequence of her agitation. “I’m not surprised.”

  She seemed to settle at his touch, her face falling back to the wet sheets, but for the first time in a long time she wasn’t crying.

  “Can’t sleep?” It was a callous thing to ask in the circumstances, but Jared hardly cared.

  Sophie should easily be tired enough to sleep again by now. He knew he certainly was.

  “No.” Her voice was hoarse. “Every time I close my eyes I see the faces of my children.”

  Sophie’s eyes
fluttered shut, her brow furrowing as the hurt washed over her again.

  Shit. There was nothing Jared could do about the emotional loss of her kids. He didn’t have children, but his heart wasn’t made of stone and he could at least attempt to understand what she was going through. The problem was, when he used to fantasize about finding a little girl of his own, she never already had a family. But that was Sophie’s reality, and while Jared could snatch her from the life she’d built, he couldn’t cut those emotional ties.

  Maybe he never would be able to.

  The thought depressed him.

  “Do you need Daddy to stay with you?” He hadn’t intended to ask, but the words slipped from him before he’d had a chance to think them through.

  Sophie’s eyes flickered open at his suggestion. “Would you?”

  Well, that was one for the books. How many kidnap victims actually sounded reassured to have their abductor with them? Probably not many, Jared assumed, but it only went to reinforce what he already knew. This wasn’t just a regular abduction. He hadn’t truly taken Sophie against her will. He had just tipped the balance, pushing her into a life she’d secretly wanted, but had always been too afraid to ask for before.

  “If it will help calm you down?” Jared’s hand eased through her hair and down past her shoulders, tugging the duvet down to her waist.

  Sophie’s body temperature seemed to have risen exponentially and now her previously cool skin was hot and clammy.