Daddy's Little Captive: A Dark Daddy Romance Page 5

  Chapter Nine

  Sophie

  Things were going from bad to terrible. It already seemed like she had been tied to the bloody bed for hours. Her skin chafed against the ropes, even though they looked like the soft, black ones she’d bought online. As it turned out, even soft ropes made skin sore after a while, and now she’d been bared from the waist down. By some miracle Jared had saved her blushes for the time being and allowed her to keep her underwear on, but based on the lustful look in his eyes and the things he had already told her, Sophie was under no illusions about his intent.

  He wanted her.

  That much was obvious, but oh God…

  Sophie’s throat tightened at the prospect of Jared fucking her. It was like she couldn’t take another breath.

  Oh, God. What was she supposed to do?

  How the hell could she get out of this?

  Sophie’s head strained from left to right, taking in the look of the ropes at her wrists again. Another tug of each reinforced what she already knew. The binds were tight and Sophie was going nowhere.

  She was well and truly his prisoner.

  As Jared threw her clothes aside, Sophie’s mind reeled.

  She’d desired this type of capture-fantasy for so long—too long. So many years had passed and all the while, Sophie had kept the dark, forbidden longing a secret. Telling Jason about her yearning to be tied was the closest Sophie had ever come to divulging the truth, and she remembered just how awful that moment had been. Her husband looked at her as though she was a total freak. Sophie recalled that expression with disturbing clarity, but as she thought of Jason now, her heart began to ache.

  Jason.

  She imagined him at his desk, scowling as a new barrage of emails landed in his inbox. She loved him—of course, she did—yet recently it had become evident that he didn’t understand Sophie, and he didn’t comprehend her needs. That notion had gnawed at her, becoming the catalyst for her internet research on the subject of BDSM in the first place, but as she blinked toward the doorway, Sophie longed to see Jason stride into their bedroom and come to her rescue. Yet there was no hope of that. It was like Jared had reminded her with disconcerting clarity, her husband wouldn’t be home for hours.

  There was no one to rescue her, least of all Jason.

  Whatever was about to happen, Sophie was on her own.

  “Now, how about this top half?”

  Jared landed back over her body, his large thighs straddling her middle as Sophie’s gaze rose to survey his mischievous grin. Sophie swallowed at the dark glint in his eyes. She swore she saw the devil there as Jared leaned toward her, his large hands fiddling with the shiny buttons of her blouse.

  Oh God!

  Sophie squeezed her eyes closed as Jared released each button in turn, and a moment later she felt the fabric of her top being pulled back to reveal nothing but her small blue bra. She could sense his gaze absorbing her pale skin, and the rising and falling of her chest with desperation. She was powerless to prevent Jared from stripping her and of course, in the pit of her belly, Sophie knew that was just the start. Once she was naked, she’d be even more vulnerable—even more helpless—and God, help her, even more filled with morbid curiosity for the dark promise Jared offered her.

  His fingertips grazed over the skin of Sophie’s chest, her flesh goosing in their wake, and she pulled in a shaky breath. It seemed like her body was at war with itself. On the one hand, Sophie was filled with cold dread about what Jared would do. He wanted to fuck her—that much was clear—and she could only guess at some of the other debauched things he had in mind, and she didn’t want those things.

  She couldn’t want them.

  This was a man who had fooled her, tricking her into thinking he was one thing when he was really another, and hoodwinking her into allowing him into her house. He was also a man who had drugged her, tied her to her own bed, and was now removing her attire against her will.

  So, why were her nipples beading inside the blue lacy cups of her bra, and why were her thoughts filled with not only distress, but sin?

  Why couldn’t Sophie just be normal?

  Why did she have to desire such dark things?

  “Sophie.”

  Her eyes opened as Jared’s soft tone drew her attention from her private musings straight back to her present predicament.

  Her torrid, torturous predicament.

  “You’re stunning.” He paused, taking a moment to absorb the look of her bound upper body. “You know that, right?”

  Anton wolf-whistled at her, striding from his place by her right foot to get a better view of her exposed lingerie. “He’s not wrong,” he mumbled with a smile. “When he told us you had kids already, I have to admit I was skeptical, but wow. Look at you.”

  Sophie could barely take another breath at the perverse compliments. She was nothing special. Anyone could see that.

  Jared’s body leaned over hers. His hands pressing into the mattress either side of her face as he neared. “What do you say?” he muttered.

  She panted beneath him, the hard peaks of her nipples just an inch or so away from his shirt. “Th-thank you.”

  Sophie hesitated, watching as Jared’s expression darkened, and in a second, she knew what she had to say. She understood which word would assuage him, and even though she loathed herself for conceding when she should have fought, Sophie heard the word slip from her lips.

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  A smug look of glee etched his features, and Sophie squeezed her eyes shut at the sight of it.

  What had she done? But yet, what else could she do? How could she fight three fully grown men when she was half naked and restrained? She was helpless.

  “Look at me.”

  Her pulse raced harder at his instruction, but somehow, Sophie forced her attention back to his blue eyes, and in that moment their gazes locked. She absorbed the sight of him properly for the first time, taking in his hard, chiseled cheekbones and the small lines that creased under his eyes when he smiled. Jared was an attractive man, and one who may have turned her head on another day. A day when she hadn’t inexplicably been bound to her own bed by him.

  “I know you’re frightened.” Jared’s voice was so low it was practically a growl. “I get that.”

  He tilted his head, gesturing behind him. “We get that, but I also know that deep inside you is a woman who wants to be bound and forced to degrade herself for me.”

  His lips curled into a predatory smile at the thought. “And that is the woman I need you to concentrate on. Do you understand me?”

  Oh fuck. Sophie tried to swallow down the surge of emotions that rose at his thinly veiled threats, but it was impossible. Her throat was parched and tightening with every word Jared uttered. But she knew he expected a response, and she feared the repercussions of pissing him off at this moment.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  There, she’d said it. Yet again, Sophie had replied as he’d wanted and the way he ran his tongue over his teeth gave away his screwed-up satisfaction on the subject. Jared lowered his body against hers, and for the first time, she could feel just how excited the man was. A shot of terror flooded her brain, her senses bursting to life with adrenaline as he ground his erection into her hip.

  “You feel how hard you’ve made me?” he demanded in a taunting tone.

  Sophie bit her lip. Oh God. Every time one of them said that word it sounded more twisted than before. Daddy was a term she’d only ever used in conjunction with her husband in relation to her children and the idea of polluting it this way was making her belly knot painfully, and yet there was no denying the urgency in her clit at the sound of it. It was throbbing with need at Jared’s performance, though Sophie couldn’t say what that was about. Why should referring to a stranger who wanted to force his wicked way on her as Daddy be so alluring?

  None of this should be alluring. It was as simple as that.

  Jared thrust himself against her flesh again. “Sophie?�
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  His tone had taken on an imperious quality and yet again she was reminded of the way Jason sometimes spoke to the children when they’d been naughty. Jared was telling her off. Chastising her for not responding, and instead of outright horrifying her, it was turning her on.

  It was official. Her husband had been right all along—Sophie was a freak.

  “Do you feel it?”

  Sophie gasped as he ground himself over her again. She swore his arousal had grown even in the last couple of moments. “Yes, Daddy.”

  She spat the words out as fast as she could, trying to ignore that she’d said them at all, and definitely suppressing how they made her feel.

  Jared’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t reply. Instead, he rose from her body, glancing over his shoulder to the two waiting men.

  “Time to get the rest of the gear from the van, guys,” he told them. “To be fair, Sophie has most of what we need right here in her drawers, but… bring our stuff, just in case.”

  He glowered down at her then, and Sophie couldn’t tell if he was mad at her, or just horny, but either possibility presented its own potential problems.

  “Don’t do anything while we’re away,” Anton insisted, gesturing for Daniel to go ahead. “I don’t want to miss the show.”

  Jared laughed, and from her position trapped between his massive thighs, he looked like some sort of deviant God. “You won’t,” he assured Anton. “Sophie and I will just have a little pillow talk whilst you boys are gone.”

  He grinned as his gaze flitted from Sophie’s helpless body to his associates. “And make sure you make it look convincing. The house is pretty isolated, but you never know. There might be a neighbor watching. We don’t want any interference.”

  Daniel nodded as he strode through the door.

  “Got it,” replied Anton, following the same route. “Back in five.”

  Sophie twisted her head just in time to see her bedroom door slam shut.

  Chapter Ten

  Jared

  Alone with Sophie at last, Jared settled between her thighs, resting on his elbows as he stroked the stray strands of her soft hair from her face.

  “Please,” she pleaded in a breathy tone that made his cock ache with need. “Please don’t do this. Just let me go. I won’t say anything to the police. I won’t say a word to anyone. I’ll—”

  Jared shifted his hand, pressing lightly against Sophie’s full lips. “Shhh,” he warned. “You’re doing so well, little girl. Don’t go pissing me off now.”

  She blinked up at him, her eyes wet with the tears that were brimming there.

  Slowly, Jared released his finger, caressing the side of her face tenderly. He’d dreamed about doing this, about being here, about having her for so many days. Too many days when his only comfort had been the constant messages they’d exchanged. But now Jared was here, and now he’d take all the things Sophie had promised him with her flirty inferences and probing questions. Today, she’d have to pay. But that didn’t mean he wanted to hurt the pretty little thing. Not really. He would tease her and taunt her, and torment her body in the most delicious ways until Sophie came to realize what he instinctively already knew—she wanted this every inch as badly as he did.

  “You’re going to give Daddy what he wants,” he murmured into her jaw as he lowered his head and planted a line of gentle kisses along the side of Sophie’s neck. “You know that don’t you?”

  Sophie whimpered. It was only a tiny sound, but the resonance spoke directly to his desperate erection, and he ground himself against her again.

  “Don’t you, Sophie?”

  There was a gasp and her lips parted. “Yes, D-daddy,” she mewled. “But, oh God, I don’t want to.”

  Jared smiled down at her. “It doesn’t matter what you want anymore, beautiful,” he reminded her. “Remember we spoke about this in our messages. In this dynamic, you give up your freedom to me, so now I choose what you need and what you want, because Daddy knows best.”

  His smile widened at that. Daddy knows best. It was freaking perfect, just like the stunned and bewildered expression on her face.

  “But that was about a consensual relationship,” she countered. “This isn’t consensual, Jared.”

  Jared’s brow furrowed. “What did you just call me?” he barked. “Do I need to haul you over my lap to teach you some manners before we begin properly, young lady? Because you know I will.”

  “No, please!” she panted, but Jared noticed how her pupils dilated at the mention of a spanking, and mentally he made a note to ensure he punished her later regardless. “I’ll be good.”

  “You’d better be,” he warned. “Because you’re mine now, Sophie, and Daddy knows how to look after you.”

  Jared paused, the full weight of his stare drilling into her flustered face. “Doesn’t he?”

  Sophie’s lips parted, her chest rising and falling below him. Fuck, Jared couldn’t wait to get her entirely naked and explore every inch of her luscious form, and then he was going to start decorating his new property. It was going to be so much fun.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered up at him.

  He smiled. “A little louder, baby. Daddy can barely hear you when you speak like that.”

  Sophie’s brow furrowed, and Jared could see the inner conflict raging within her. She hated him for this—he could see the intensity of her loathing in those soulful eyes—and yet there was a burning desire inside the woman and Jared was tapping into it by demanding her submission. Yet he could see it was more than that—exponentially more. Every time he forced her to bend to his will and address him properly, Sophie got a little hotter. Her cheeks flushed a little redder and between them, her nipples hardened. He’d be willing to bet that if he swept a finger inside those tantalizing blue panties, he’d find one soaking wet pussy waiting for him, too.

  But he didn’t.

  Not yet.

  “Yes, Daddy.” Sophie forced herself to say the words even louder and it was glorious.

  So. Fucking. Good.

  “That’s what I like to hear,” he praised. “And as a reward, Daddy is going to kiss you now.”

  Every muscle below him tensed at the news and her breathing became labored again, but Jared simply shook his head at her.

  “Don’t try and fight me, naughty girl,” he told her. “We both know this is a battle you won’t win, and if you’re honest, Sophie, we know it’s one you don’t want to win.”

  Her eyes widened at his assessment.

  “So, be a good girl and yield. Let me kiss you and I promise I’ll make you feel every moment of it. You’ve never known passion like it, beautiful.”

  A solitary tear escaped from her right eye, but she nodded and Jared’s cock leaped at the gesture. In all the time he’d had her bound and splayed, it was Sophie’s first real sign of consent.

  Jared leaned down, his lips grazing her heated flesh. “I want you so much,” he murmured. “And I know you want me too, though you’re too afraid, or too ashamed to admit it at the moment, but your body, Sophie. Your body betrays you.”

  She mewled, eyeing him as his face neared even closer. “I can’t want this.”

  “Daddy,” he corrected her.

  Sophie pulled in a shaky breath. “I can’t want this, Daddy.” She gulped, flinching at the word that caused her so much trouble. “I’m married. I’m a mother. This isn’t me.”

  “Ah, but it is you, Sophie.” Jared pressed his mouth into hers, kissing her chastely. She tasted delicious, like sweet coffee, and he wanted to possess her there and then, but somehow, he drew away, drawing on whatever self-restraint he had left.

  “This was you before the husband and the children, and this will always be you.”

  She blinked at him wildly, her lashes wet as she appeared to take in his words.

  “But, Daddy, I—”

  Jared swooped then, the sound of his title at her lips without his command making him heady as his mouth crashed back to Sophie’s. This
time her lips parted, and unthinkingly he claimed her, snaking his tongue into her wet, warm hole as he dreamed about what it would be like to fuck her, but it didn’t matter. Jared would know that pleasure soon enough, and right now, this connection was enough.

  Right now, this connection was everything.

  She gasped as he pulled away. Sophie looked to be on the verge of tears again.

  “Don’t worry,” he breathed softly, brushing his lips at her jaw. “That was exquisite, little girl and you were perfect.”

  Sophie panted, pursing her lips as she shook her head gently against the pillow. “Oh, God,” she whispered hoarsely. “What have I done?”

  Jared smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way. He knew without needing to ask what was on her mind and in some ways, he wanted to chuckle at the innocence of the concern. Here she was bound and helpless. Sophie had no idea what he had in store for her, yet Jared could sense she was worried about her husband—worried about what he would think. Worried about the judgment. “Stop fretting,” he insisted. “You can tell him I took it by force.”

  Sophie swallowed at his assertion, but she didn’t counter him, and in the end, the prophecy could yet turn out to be true.

  Anton

  Anton helped Daniel collect the remaining two bags from the back of the van, placing them inside the hallway of the house before they returned to the vehicle. While he was there Anton tidied the place up in preparation for the next stage of Jared’s plan. Shifting the long rug onto its side, he grabbed one end and Daniel took the other and slowly, they carried the thing inside.

  “Is this going the way you thought?” asked Daniel as they rested the carpet on the floor and locked the front door.

  Anton tilted his head at his friend. He’d known Daniel almost as long as he’d known Jared, but the man stood before him had always been harder to read.

  “Pretty much,” he replied. “Why, are you having a crisis of conscience all of a sudden?”

  “Nah,” Daniel folded his arms across his chest. “Jared is just a little more into her than I realized.”