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  Daniel arched an eyebrow at him. “Take her.”

  Anton eyed the numerous family portraits hanging around the entrance way. Somehow, seeing the woman tied upstairs laughing and smiling with her husband and children made tension knot in his stomach. Anton wasn’t an idiot. He knew what they were doing was wrong, but he trusted in his friend’s words and believed Sophie wanted it, or at least, she would—eventually.

  “Keep her,” Anton clarified.

  Daniel’s brow rose in surprise. “I hadn’t realized,” he admitted with a shrug. “I thought this was only another dalliance.”

  “Apparently not,” Anton answered, grabbing the handles of the large bag at his feet. Daniel inhaled. “So, we’d better get up there and enjoy some of the fun before he gets her where he wants her.”

  Anton’s lips curled. The guy may be a doctor by profession, but he was just as mesmerized by the bondage as Anton, and he suspected, as aroused by the weirder shit as well. Perhaps it ran in the family—who knew?

  Leaving the other large bag they’d brought along under the pretense of being workmen where he’d dropped it, Daniel stalked up the stairs, followed by Anton. The two men turned the corner at the landing, following the path around to the master bedroom. Anton could imagine what his friend had been up to in their absence, but as Daniel pushed the door open and they walked inside, Anton was surprised to find Jared sitting beside Sophie, gazing down at her in an almost loving way. He lifted his chin at their return.

  “Been getting to know one another a little better, have we?” asked Daniel as he threw the bag to the floor.

  Jared stroked her cheek as he met Daniel’s gaze. “Something like that.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Sophie

  With the other two now back, Jared’s expression seemed to harden in front of her eyes. The man who’d spoken softly to her while they’d been gone had been almost caring, and Sophie was ashamed to admit that she’d actually enjoyed the way he’d kissed her. It was the opposite of how she had expected it to be. Jared hadn’t forced himself on her at all. Instead he’d been almost gentle, rousing Sophie until she’d wanted his lips on hers. Her eyes flickered closed at that realization. She had wanted the kiss all right, and the brief intimacy had left her breathless and guilty. She shouldn’t have invited his caress. She shouldn’t have stirred at the way he was making her call him Daddy. It was wrong—just like all of this was wrong—yet even now as she watched the interaction of the three men, Sophie was aware of the moisture pooling at her sex.

  “Did you bring the stuff?” Jared demanded as he rose from the bed and stalked toward the one called Daniel.

  Daniel huffed. “Everything you packed.”

  Jared fell to his haunches and from her place on the bed, Sophie could just make out his attention falling south into what she assumed was the aforementioned bag. Her heart pounded at the thought of what might be in there. God only knew what they would have brought along.

  “Here we are,” Jared mused aloud as he rose back to his full height.

  Sophie’s gaze focused on the items hanging from his large fingers, her eyes widening as she recognized what she thought were nipple clamps. Not that Sophie had ever used clamps before. Christ, Jason would have had a fit at even the suggestion of such a thing, but she’d seen them online during her research, and she recalled a day when she and Carl—or Jared as he now was—had discussed them at some length. He had been keen on the concept, enthusing about how wonderful they made a woman’s breasts look, while Sophie, in her utter naivety, had revealed how much she wanted to try them but was too afraid of the hurt.

  “Oh Christ!”

  The words left her lips before Sophie could stop them, and Jared turned, fixing her with an ominous grin.

  “Uh uh,” he admonished her in a playful tone as he stalked around the bed back toward her head. “That’s not how you speak to me, is it?”

  Jared waved the nipple clamps over Sophie’s head, lowering them so her gaze could take in the look of them. The clamps themselves were small and black, and were connected together by a tiny metal chain. Her breath caught at the thought of how they would feel against her sensitive breasts.

  “Sophie.”

  There was that tone again. The one that seemed to make her pant on demand.

  “No, Daddy.”

  This time she replied without even thinking, and the fact surprised her. Was she really so easy to placate and humiliate? Apparently, the answer was yes. Just a few ropes and one lingering kiss and Sophie was happy to call him Daddy? Damn it, what was next? If Jared demanded he call her Master of the Universe, would she accommodate that request, too?

  “Better.” Jared smiled. “Do you know what these are?”

  He dangled the clamps over her face.

  “Of course she does,” said Anton in an eager tone. “You just have to look at her expression to see that, mate. She knows exactly what they’re for.”

  Sophie gulped. Fuck, was she truly so transparent as well?

  In all the time she’d conceptualized this capture fantasy in her head, Sophie had never really considered how she would appear to her attacker, but compliant and easy likely wouldn’t have figured on her list. Sophie would have liked to think she’d have put up a fight, turning her head from his advances even if she couldn’t get away—doing her best to resist him—but just look at her! At that moment, she wondered if she wasn’t more disappointed with herself than afraid of Jared and the others. That was until Jared snatched the clamps into his palm and twisted his body to face her.

  “You recall the conversation we had about these?”

  Every ounce of his attention was on her now, those blue eyes burning into Sophie’s flesh.

  She nodded, knowing already that she was going to have to use the ‘D’ word again. Somehow, it hadn’t seemed as terrible when it had only been the two of them in the room, and even a moment ago the word had escaped without too much injury to her pride, but now the mental block was back in place, and Sophie knew she was going to stumble over telling Jared what he needed to hear again.

  “Yes,” she began, her gaze darting to Daniel, and then Anton before falling back over her brooding protagonist. “Daddy.”

  Sophie cringed at the word, her toes curling in response to the fresh wave of embarrassment that consumed her. Jared leaned in, as though he could sense her discomfort. She’d wager the bastard probably could.

  “Tell us what they are.”

  She sighed. Christ, now he was going to make her articulate all of the instruments of torture he no doubt intended to use. “Nipple clamps?”

  Sophie didn’t know why she phrased it as a question. She was certain every person in the room knew precisely what they were called and what they were for. Her buds hardened at the thought alone, the change capturing Jared’s attention at once.

  “My, my,” he began with a smile. “It looks as though you’re eager to wear them right away, little girl.”

  Sophie’s gaze rose to meet Jared’s, her eyes no doubt conveying her trepidation at the prospect.

  Jared leaned in closer to her bound frame. “Don’t worry,” he purred. They only sting for a while, and after that it’s just one glorious ache spreading throughout your body, goading you, Sophie, and pushing you higher.”

  She bit her lip at his words. Jared made that sound far sexier than she’d have given him credit for, but then, why was she surprised? Hadn’t it been his words which had captured her—long before this peril, and long before she’d even laid eyes on the man? It shouldn’t be surprising that he had the ability to articulate her desire. Sophie had to remember, she’d told him so much about it already.

  Sophie pulled in a shaky breath. She could barely believe what she was about to ask. “But what if it’s too much?”

  Jared raised his brow at her.

  “Daddy?” she blurted, doing her best to ignore the rush of heat to her face as her skin flamed with embarrassment.

  He lifted his palm to
her cheek, cupping her reddening flesh. “It won’t be,” he promised. “You’ll bear it for me, won’t you, Sophie?”

  Jared paused, his gaze drilling into her. “Because that’s what Daddy wants you to do?”

  Sophie wasn’t sure if it was the drug they’d given her, the fear and anxiety or her burgeoning sense of arousal, but at that moment, it was as though the man had walked into her home and hypnotized her. For some reason she wanted to obey him, to please him—to seek his approval. As though he could tell she was succumbing, Jared’s lips curled—even before Sophie had responded.

  “I’ll try, Daddy,” she breathed, unable to break the eye contact Jared had initiated.

  On the one hand, referring to him in such a paternal way was excruciating. Jared wasn’t her father, and the things he wanted to do to her were in no way reminiscent of the relationship she’d shared with her dad before he’d died. At least ninety per cent of her was disgusted and appalled at his demands to call him Daddy. But then there was that ten per cent—that troubling minority that seemed to hold such sway over Sophie these days—and that aspect of her was deeply aroused by the title. It was wrong and forbidden, and every time Sophie used it, the taboo nature of the address resonated to her core. There was no logical reason for it, but for some reason, it was really turning her on.

  “There’s my good girl.”

  Sophie’s mouth parted at his compliment, just as Jared’s hand fell lightly to her midriff.

  “This is a pretty little bra,” he told her in an almost wistful tone. “It’s a shame we have to destroy it, but I promise to get something even better in the future. If you’re a good girl, of course.”

  She panted at his words, straining against the ropes at her wrists for the first time in a while as her gaze fell back to her lingerie.

  Jared glanced toward Anton, before turning to meet Daniel’s gaze.

  “Shall I do the honors?” asked Daniel. “Since I’m here?”

  “Thank you,” Jared replied.

  There was silence as the blond dropped to one knee, searching in the bag for whatever it was Jared required. Sophie’s throat dried instinctively, her anxiety pinballing as he produced a large pair of black handled scissors. That couldn’t be a good sign, she reconciled as Daniel held them out for Jared.

  That could not be good at all…

  Chapter Twelve

  Jared

  Sophie trembled as he eased his finger beneath her lingerie. He could actually feel her quake at his touch. Fortunately, there was no underwiring in the bra, pretty though it was. He’d half been expecting a battle with the thing, or that he’d need to chop the straps from the bodice and ease the thing down to her belly, but no—Jared couldn’t have asked for more cooperative underwear.

  She began to pant again, eyeing the blades of the scissors intently as Jared stretched the blue silky fabric around them. With one snip the bra fell into pieces, but he sliced through the two straps at her shoulders for good measure, before casting the scissors to the bedside table. Holding his breath, Jared moved toward her quivering body. He could feel the weight of Daniel’s stare behind him and was well aware that Anton was watching from his left, each man mesmerized by the look of the powerless woman before them. And this was it—the moment he’d been fantasizing about for weeks, or at least one of them—the moment he got to bare Sophie. Easing back the lacy cups, he pulled the fabric away from her goosing flesh to reveal her large, round breasts. Even with her arms restrained, Sophie’s assets were ample, and Jared’s arousal skyrocketed as he began to massage the firm mounds.

  “Oh!”

  The shocked gasp escaped and Sophie bit her lip beautifully as he met her worried eyes. Or, maybe it wasn’t concern he saw in them, maybe it was the guilt she obviously felt about the fact she was enjoying it. How long had she waited for this moment, he wondered? For a man to assert his authority over her? For a man to come along and take what he wanted? She gulped, arching her back as his fingers grasped at her nipples. The buds were already hard, but he pinched them anyway, the deed making Sophie groan.

  “Is that good, little girl?” Jared demanded.

  In spite of everything, a fresh blush bloomed in the middle of her cheeks at the question. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering closed as he eased his fingers along the length of her hardening nipples.

  There was no hesitation in her response now, and barely any trepidation in her tone. Little Sophie, it seemed was reveling in the attention, and Jared had to say he couldn’t blame her.

  “She loves it.” Anton’s voice was full of awe as he stepped toward the bed.

  “I told you,” Jared immediately confirmed. “I knew she would.”

  And he had. Jared had chatted with Sophie extensively online, and he’d been amazed by the personal information she’d been prepared to give to a complete stranger. Evidently, Sophie had believed the internet would provide her with anonymity, so that even when she divulged her secrets, she would never have to meet the man she’d spilled them to—she’d never have to face the consequences. Jared smiled down at the bound woman writhing at his touch. Sophie had never bargained on meeting a man like him. A man who was prepared to do more than just listen.

  “Time for these then.”

  Jared reached down to the place the clamps had slipped beside Sophie’s body. He drew them up, intentionally dragging them across her flesh while he continued his assault of her left nipple.

  “This I can’t wait to see,” piped up Daniel from behind him, and Jared glanced up to find Daniel looming next to him.

  “You and me both,” he concurred, easing back the teeth of one clamp while his digits continued to work their magic at her teat. “Ready, Sophie?”

  Her eyes were open then, her gaze first on the clamp and then back on his face. Sucking her lower lip between her white teeth, she shook her head. “I can’t,” she panted. “Please.”

  Jared grinned, ignoring her pleas as he positioned the clamp over her sensitive bud. A moment later, he released the teeth and watched as the clamp gripped at her flesh cruelly.

  “Oh, God!” Sophie winced, pulling against the ropes futilely.

  “Daddy will do,” Jared answered playfully, his attention shifting to her other nipple.

  Working it between his fingers, he lengthened the bud before attaching the second clamp. Sophie bit down on the pain this time, but it registered in her eyes, the expression there sending a bolt of electricity through Jared’s body. Christ, he wanted her. He wanted her so much, and not just to screw right here and right now, but tomorrow, next week and the week after that. Jared was completely captivated by the woman he’d come to know online, and now that he finally had her, he never wanted to let her go.

  Moving away, he took a look at Sophie who now wore both the clamps on her wonderful breasts.

  “Fucking amazing,” growled Daniel in an appreciative manner. “Her tits were made for those.”

  “Right,” Jared agreed and glancing back into Sophie’s eyes, he addressed her directly. “How are they, little girl?”

  Sophie’s eyes widened at his query. It was as though she was having trouble processing all of the sensations at once and the idea of talking at the moment seemed impossible. “They hurt…”

  Jared was surprised by the clipped tone of her voice. He’d assumed they’d reached an understanding, but apparently Jared had been mistaken. Reaching forward, he picked up the metal chain that now ran between her nipples and jerked it in his direction.

  “Fuck!” she hissed.

  His cock swelled at the pain in her voice, even though he hadn’t been pleased with Sophie’s choice of vocabulary.

  “Daddy doesn’t like that kind of language from his little girl,” he admonished her in a low, gravelly tone. “And he didn’t like the way you spoke to him before then, either.”

  Sophie’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she attempted to register both the pain and the complaints at the same time. “Sorry, Daddy,” she implored h
im.

  Jared nodded. “You’re forgiven,” he replied. “This time. But don’t forget who can yank your chain, beautiful.”

  She gritted her teeth, nodding at him.

  “She’s perfect.” Daniel was grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s get this party started.”

  Jared sighed. Of course, Daniel wanted to fast forward to the main event, but Jared sought the longer game. He’d waited weeks for this opportunity. Hours of planning and forethought had gone into each moment, and Jared wanted to relish all those small gestures. Each flicker of hurt in her eyes, each fidgety movement—they were all combining to make him harder than he’d ever known.

  “Get the gag. There should be one in her drawer.”

  His voice sounded raspier than he’d intended as he gave the order, and this time Jared didn’t even turn around to check who had responded. All of his focus was on Sophie, on her balling hands caught up in the ropes, on the curves of her breasts, and her long slender neck.

  “Daddy.”

  Sophie’s tone was urgent, but just the fact that she’d said the word proactively sent his mind reeling. Oh fuck. The way she said that was so good, Jared reasoned she could probably make him come there and then with enough practice.

  “Please, don’t gag me as well.” Her eyes widened while she appealed to him.

  “Why not, Sophie?” He hesitated, tracing an invisible line over her collarbone. “Didn’t we talk about gags?”

  She sniffled. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “And,” he continued. “What did you tell me about them?”

  “I-I didn’t mean it,” she stammered.

  In one swift motion, Jared yanked at the metal chain again. Sophie lurched, calling out as her back lifted from the sheets in an attempt to alleviate the pain.

  “Don’t lie to me, little girl.” Jared’s voice was foreboding now. “I promise you, you won’t like what happens next if you do. Now, tell me what you said about gags when we talked.”

  Sophie pulled in a shaky breath. “I said that I liked them,” she admitted, her gaze flitting between all three of the men before settling on Jared again.