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  “Owww!” she cried out, lurching forward as far as the ropes at her wrists would allow.

  Jared smiled down at her. “Allow me,” he purred, and she watched, spellbound as his mouth descended on her smarting breast and began to suck the hurt away.

  “Oh, fuck,” Sophie panted.

  She hadn’t meant to swear, but frankly, there was no hope for it. How could she possibly reconcile such extreme emotions? One moment there was so much pleasure, and then there was pain. And now, the waves of taunting carnality washed over her again, teasing her, and tempting her to ride them right to their wonderful, inevitable conclusion.

  And Sophie wanted to ride them.

  God, how she wanted to ride them all the way to heaven, but in the back of her mind, she remembered the truth. This wasn’t heaven. This was Jared’s game.

  A game she could never hope to win.

  A game she was bound to lose.

  The lust of one determined man.

  Sophie lifted her head again, straining her neck to try and see what was transpiring. Her body was alive with sensation. Jared’s mouth at her right breast, the relentless rhythm at her clitoris, and Daniel’s fingers which were tugging and pinching at her sensitized left nipple.

  “You are fucking delicious,” Jared growled as he rose from her chest.

  “Please,” Sophie panted, no longer certain what it was she was even asking for.

  Did she desire the growing intensity to stop? Could she cope if it did?

  Jared smirked down at her. Evidently, he knew he had her just where he wanted her, and it was as infuriating as it was true. Sophie was his at this moment—caught entirely in his trap—restrained by the sensual torment every bit as much as the bondage.

  “Are you close, baby?” he asked in a virtual snarl.

  Sophie eyed him, her gaze flitting to Daniel to find his cock bared as he crouched beside the bed. She watched for a moment, horrified as he fisted the length of his shaft over and over. Oh God, he was pleasuring himself at her helplessness and Sophie didn’t even know how she felt about it.

  She gulped, trying to swallow down all the rushing feelings and compose herself.

  This wasn’t happening.

  She wasn’t going to give in to these sensations. It didn’t matter how good the wand was, or how hot this all had become—it was wrong. She needed to stop thinking about the imminent pleasure and remember her kids, Jason—all the people who loved her, and—

  Without warning, the speed of the vibrator edged up, and the pulsing pace at her clit banished every other thought. All there was now was that sublime intensity and Jared’s smirking face. Arousal gushed from Sophie, spreading down between her outstretched ass cheeks, giving her away, and she hadn’t even climaxed yet.

  “Sophie?’

  Jared’s tone sounded unimpressed, and some part of Sophie was alarmed at its resonance, but it wasn’t enough to mute out the increasing pleasure. Sophie’s orgasm was coming, and it was going to be sooner rather than later. At this point, she wasn’t even sure she’d be able to breathe through it, let alone avoid it altogether.

  “Daddy!” The word rushed from her lips. “I can’t… I can’t…”

  His fingers traced a line around her dry lips. “Yes, you can. Breathe. You’re going to breathe and listen to your body. This is going to be the most intense high of your entire life, Sophie.”

  Oh, fuck.

  She closed her eyes, blocking out the mental image of Jared and Daniel and thinking only of the decadence of this moment. It was wicked. Sinful. All wrong, and yet every second of it felt so right. The bondage, the helplessness and the degradation. It was exactly what Sophie wanted—what she’d craved for so long.

  The feeling of the plastic ball at her mouth drew Sophie’s eyes open again and she found Jared’s fingers maneuvering the thing back into place.

  “Let it in,” he instructed. “I want you gagged and bound when you come for me.”

  Sophie couldn’t even think to protest, and as her mouth opened, Jared eased the ball into position, fiddling with the leather straps at either side of her head.

  Her humiliation was complete then.

  Restrained and gagged with the items she’d bought herself, these men were about to bring her crashing to the most incredible climax of her life, and Sophie was powerless to stop them. Not only could she not move to prevent her fate, but she had little inclination to even try. Jared’s earlier warning was far from her mind as her ankles pressed down against the bed and her hips rose greedily to meet the vibrations.

  She wanted this. She needed this orgasm like the desert needed rain. Sophie was that parched land, desperate for the replenishment only the looming pleasure could provide, and as the first wave of it ripped through her body, she was finally free.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jared

  Watching Sophie come apart was easily the most erotic moment of Jared’s life. It was like every blue movie he’d watched as a teenager, only amplified a thousand times, coupled with all the bliss and sensation he’d experienced ever since, and it all boiled down to this.

  This moment.

  This one moment with Sophie, and all of the incredible ones he knew he was going to carve out with her from now on.

  She cried out into the plastic ball as the climax hit her, and based on her body’s responses it looked like a powerful one.

  He turned to Anton, reaching for the wand.

  “Give it to me,” he ordered in a raspy tone. “I want to finish her off.”

  Sophie’s body jerked against the wand’s head as he took control. Her eyes were still closed, her body acting purely on animal instinct as she rode the next round of the high for him. Anton opened the fly of his pants to reveal his own swollen need.

  “I’ve gotta come, too,” he announced, stalking to the other side of Sophie’s body to fist his excited cock over her stomach.

  Jared grinned, eyeing Daniel about to shoot his load over her left tit. Let the boys have their fun. Why shouldn’t they? They’d been instrumental in making this dream a reality for he and Sophie, and Jared knew he was going to get his pleasure soon enough.

  The room was filled with breathy pants while Daniel and Anton came over Sophie’s milky skin. Her eyes flickered open at the sensation, but there wasn’t even a groan of complaint. A beautiful flushed rose color painted her cheeks and her body softened in that way women always did after a climax—when they were waiting to be fucked by something hard.

  Jared lifted the wand from her sex, holding it up and assessing her excitement at its head. He brought the thing to his nose, breathing in the scent of Sophie and his already engorged cock hardened yet further. She smelled amazing, and soon—once he’d taken what was his—he was going to eat that pussy for himself and find out, but not now.

  Now was about giving her what he’d promised her from the beginning.

  Now was about acknowledging Sophie’s consent.

  He flicked off the wand, dropping it into the bag behind him as Anton and Daniel grabbed tissues from a nearby box and cleared up their deposits.

  “We need some private time, gents,” Jared told them without making eye contact with either.

  Daniel laughed mockingly. “Your usual five minutes, Jared?”

  Jared shook his head at his irritating friend. “Fuck you,” he replied. “Take the bags with you on your way out.”

  Daniel grinned, nudging past Jared as he strode to collect the items. Within a moment, the two of them had departed, the door to the bedroom door slamming shut in their wake.

  Jared’s gaze fell over Sophie, still bound and now completely supplicant to his desire. She eyed him, her gaze part terrified and part satiated. Quickly, Jared released the ropes from her ankles, caressing the chafed flesh as he climbed between her legs. The binds had served their purpose at her feet, but he wanted her completely open and exposed to him when he took her for the first time. Reaching for the abandoned scissors, Jared’s fingers grazed a line
over Sophie’s hip bone. The fabric of her blue panties was utterly drenched, and he wanted them gone. Naturally, he could have slid the underwear from her body earlier when he’d removed her pants, but what would have been the fun in that? Jared intended to send a message to his little girl, and that meant cutting the panties from her hot little pussy. She wouldn’t be needing them from now on anyway. Sophie wouldn’t need panties at all.

  With a careful touch, he lifted the material from her body and slid the blades of the scissors around the waistband. Sophie gasped, straining her neck to see what he was doing, but one glower in her direction seemed to settle her, and her head fell back against the pillow.

  “You won’t be needing these,” he announced as he snipped one, and then two sides of the panties. “You’re my little girl now.”

  Sophie’s breathing accelerated as he tugged at the material and yanked it from under her body before throwing it aside. Now she was bared to him, her ravishing little pussy exposed and ready. Releasing his massive cock, Jared climbed over her yielding body and Sophie groaned in response. Jared unhooked the ball from her mouth, tugging it gently from her teeth.

  “Did you hear what I said? You’re mine now, Sophie,” he growled, unable to conceal the excitement he felt on the subject.

  She panted softly, her eyes large and emotional.

  “Jared.” His name escaped her lips like a prayer.

  “Daddy,” he corrected her, but this time there was no malice in his tone, only awe. He desired her more badly than he’d ever wanted anything before in his life, and having her right here on the bed she shared with her husband was going to be all the sweeter.

  “Daddy.”

  “Do you want me?” he demanded, settling between her thighs.

  Jared angled the crown of his cock over her sodden entrance. Sophie gasped at the contact, another wave of her orgasm shuddering through her.

  Her consent shouldn’t matter anymore. He had already made that point entirely clear—Sophie’s climax was her consent—and yet as he gazed down at the woman, that wasn’t enough. A twisted motherfucker he may be, but Jared needed to hear it from Sophie’s lips. He needed to know that she wanted him—that she wanted this—even if the truth was she didn’t have a clue what she had gotten herself into.

  “I shouldn’t,” she breathed, meeting the intensity of his gaze. “I shouldn’t want any of this, and yet…”

  Her voice trailed away.

  Jared lowered his face, brushing her flushed skin with his mouth. “And yet what?”

  He pressed an inch into her pussy, inhaling as her soft enveloping heat gripped around his crown.

  “And yet, I do,” she ceded softly. Her tone was almost wistful, as though the realization of what that meant had just landed on her.

  “You do what?”

  Sophie’s chest rose and fell as he pressed further into her wonderful sex, and jeez, she was amazing. Even better than he’d imagined during those long nights alone.

  “I do want you, Daddy.”

  Sophie blurted the words out as though she couldn’t wait to be rid of them, and then, once they were out, it was like she couldn’t believe she’d said them. Her brow furrowed, and her eyes threatened tears.

  “I shouldn’t, but I do.”

  Jared’s mouth crashed against Sophie’s as his cock buried itself all the way into her sweet depths. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth while his cock withdrew, before slamming hard into her again. A groan rose from her throat, but it was lost to their kiss, their union confirmed by both his tongue and erection at the same time. When Jared finally came up for air, Sophie gazed up at him. He couldn’t tell if her expression was consumed with the longing she’d craved far too long, or with sadness at what she was about to leave behind, but the thought didn’t stop him either way. His passion was burgeoning, his balls tightening with each thrust and each plaintive sigh that escaped her lips.

  Sophie was his now. His to fuck when he liked and how he liked, and as soon as he got her out of this house, he was going to relish his newfound power.

  Stilling his rhythm, Jared grabbed her left leg and hooked it over his shoulder, before shifting to ease her right ankle into the same position on his other side. Sophie eyed his actions intently, but she never said a word. This time when he filled her up, her lips parted in recognition of just how deep that intrusion was.

  “Oh, God,” she panted, her knees splaying between their torsos.

  “Daddy,” he growled, glowering down at her. “Remember what I promised you if you didn’t call me that?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she gasped as he lunged into her again. “Oh, God yes, Daddy.”

  Jared lowered his forehead against her temple. There would be time for punishments later. Punishments and fucking and every dark whim he’d ever desired, but this moment was only about one thing.

  Their first blissful moments of intimacy.

  His pace increased, each thrust slamming harder and harder into her wetness. Jared filled her all the way to his balls, his body pinning Sophie’s thighs against her body while he possessed her. Small, throaty groans escaped her lips when his climax neared, as though she could sense the significance of each insistent thrust. And maybe she could. Perhaps she could tell. Sophie’s gaze was wide, her pupils dilated, her mouth parted and she was totally pliant while he claimed her. She didn’t try and fight him, hell she barely even countered him, and when Jared finally toppled over the precipice, he captured the look of her face, knowing he would store it in his mind for all time.

  Sophie

  Her mind was blurry. There was no comprehension of time anymore, only the ropes at her wrists and the feeling of Jared over her and in her and everywhere.

  He lifted his head, those blue eyes capturing her with a knowing stare.

  “There’ll be more of that.”

  Sophie blinked up at him, unsure if that was supposed to be a warning or a promise.

  “Much more, little girl. Every which way you can imagine, and maybe some you can’t.”

  Jared planted a chaste kiss against her lips.

  “Is it over?” she murmured.

  She hadn’t meant to ask, yet somehow it was the first question that sprung from her mouth.

  Jared laughed, a soft sound that made her want to sigh. “In a way,” he told her. “In a way it’s over and in another way, it’s only beginning.”

  Her brows knitted at that. “Can I be untied?” she asked, glancing right to look at her wrist. It seemed like she’d been bound for bloody hours.

  Jared coughed, drawing attention back to him in a moment and his arched brow informed her of her error at once.

  “I mean, can I be untied, please, Daddy?”

  It felt even stranger calling him that now that the sexual tension in the room had dissipated, and yet even now, it made Sophie feel horny as she was forced to concede the point.

  “Soon,” he promised, nodding at her approvingly. “Soon, you’ll be out of those ropes.”

  Sophie sighed. That sounded good. Studying his face, she wondered if she would ever see him again, or was this going to be just an amazing one-off incident. The best sex she’d ever had at the hands of a man who wasn’t even her husband.

  “What?” he probed. Stroking away the irritating strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes. “I can see you thinking, little girl. What is it?”

  She swallowed. Sophie supposed there was no harm in seeking the clarification at this point. They’d already fucked and frankly, Jared and his friends had done more to her than any man had ever done before. What did she have to hide?

  “I was just wondering if we would ever see each other again, Daddy?” The final word tripped off her tongue with comparative ease this time.

  Jared smirked and a hard laugh left his lips. “See each other?” he repeated in a wry tone. “Of course, we will, little girl. We’ll see each other every single day. I’m taking you with me.”

  Chapter Eighteen

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  Terror pulsed through Sophie’s veins as Jared’s words resonated.

  “You’re taking me with you?” she parroted. “Wh-what does that mean?”

  Jared’s expression hardened at the question, but Sophie pushed the anxiety that caused away. There was no time for that now, no time to process his fucking disapproval. What the man was talking about now was kidnapping her, taking Sophie from her home, and from her children.

  Jared glowered at her. “Did you forget your manners so soon, young lady?”

  Sophie shook her head. “Please, no,” she gasped. “Don’t do this. What about my children? I have to collect them from school soon. Please!”

  Genuine fear knotted in her belly now. This was different from the trepidation she’d felt earlier and even worse than the cold dread that had washed over her when she’d first awoken in the bedroom—this was a fear not only for her, but for her children. They were small and innocent. They didn’t deserve to be left abandoned at school when their mother didn’t show to collect them. Sophie’s chest constricted at the thought, pain reverberating as she imagined little Lucy’s face in the playground when Sophie wasn’t there. Sophie was always there. She’d never missed a day of school runs in her life.

  “Your children are not my problem, Sophie.” Jared’s voice was cold and distant and as she dared to meet his eye, he seemed like a different person to the one who’d just fucked her.

  Oh God, what have I done?

  Her eyes closed as the horror of her reality threatened to crush her completely.

  What the hell had she done?

  She’d given herself to this man, betrayed Jason—a man who loved her and had stood by her— and for what? For a few moments of pleasure. Tears welled in her eyes at her selfish stupidity and she turned her head away from his stare.