A lot more.
“We both know your husband won’t be back for hours, and if I recall, he works late most nights now, doesn’t he? Isn’t that why you rely on your mum to help with the children so much? Because he’s never here?”
She panted at Jared’s reasoning, her eyes blinking rapidly as she heard the many admissions she’d made to him over the weeks parroted back to her.
Jared shifted his finger and Sophie’s gaze followed its movement to the side of her face. “Isn’t that right, Sophie?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Jared’s lips curled. He had her on all of those points and they both knew it.
“So enough of the bullshit. You’re going to give me what I want, Sophie—what we both want—and things will be a lot easier if you surrendered willingly. You must know I’ll give you every one of those naughty fantasies that you desire so badly? You know that deep down, you’ll enjoy it.”
“But, I don’t know you,” she countered in a panicky tone. “Not really, and anyway, I’m married. I can’t… I can’t do those things.”
Jared’s hand stirred from her cheek and he ran it down the length of her body, intentionally grazing the curve of her left breast before it dipped to her stomach.
“You’re wrong, Sophie.” He lifted his chin to meet her now terrified gaze as he went on. “You’re wrong and you know it. You can do those things and furthermore, you are going to.”
“How does she feel?”
Jared dragged his attention from Sophie to meet Daniel’s inquiry. His friend had suddenly come to life as soon as Jared’s hand had started exploring her bound body.
“Amazing,” replied Jared appreciatively.
He turned his focus back to Sophie. “You’re amazing; do you know that?”
Sophie shook her head and bit her lip. Her eyes were welling up with tears, which she blinked away furiously. “Please don’t do this,” she whimpered, apparently making one last ditch effort to reason with him.
Jared chortled at that. Sophie may have been desperate but her actions only proved how little she knew him. Jared had her now. All those hours of planning had come to fruition, and there was no way he was giving her up.
“I like you begging,” he told her. “You know I do, but I want you to be quiet now, Sophie. Do you understand?”
She nodded her head in response, and as he stood and moved away from the bed, one solitary tear slid down her cheek.
Chapter Seven
Sophie
This couldn’t be happening.
This couldn’t be happening. Sophie was certain it couldn’t, but somehow, the knowledge didn’t make any of the nightmare less real. As Jared rose from the bed and checked the binds at her ankles, all she could think was it couldn’t truly be occurring, the words rolling through her mind like a melody stuck on repeat.
How the hell had this happened?
One moment she’d been living an entirely normal and frustrating day in her life, arguing with Jason before packing the children off to school, and now she was tied to her own bed, at the mercy of three complete strangers. Sophie shuddered as that reality washed over her again.
She was absolutely at their mercy now. Whether she was to be freed—whether she’d survive at all—was now in the hands of these men. Her gaze flitted to Jared. He seemed to be the ring leader, and apparently, he was also the guy she’d been chatting to online for all this time. Sophie squeezed her eyes closed as she recalled all the inappropriate, explicit things she’d told the man. What the fuck had she been thinking behaving that way? If only she’d never looked at that damn website. If only she’d never reached out. If only—
“Sophie.”
Sophie’s eyes flickered open at the sound of her name, her heart racing as she found all three men staring at her.
Jared took a step back toward her, his expression amused. Sophie didn’t have time to rationalize that glint in his eyes, but she saw it. She saw the gleeful look there, and she could tell how much the guy was enjoying this—relishing the way he was in control. Sophie’s throat dried as the thought bounced around her head. He was enjoying this. Jared had planned all of this. He’d thought through the whole thing—getting into her house and somehow getting her here on the bed. Her brow furrowed as Sophie tried to recall how exactly that had transpired. The last thing she could remember was bringing the drinks up from the kitchen, and then, the next thing she’d known, Sophie had woken up tied to the bed. How had they managed that? She couldn’t recall being attacked, in fact the last thing she really remembered was…
Sophie gasped as a fragment of a lost memory slotted back into her mind, and in that moment, she could remember. She remembered the way one of them had blocked her exit and then how another one had injected her with something. Oh my God—they’d pumped her full of some sort of drug! It was bad enough that the blond, Daniel, had only just stuck her with another needle, but now a fresh wave of panic washed over her helpless frame.
“You drugged me!” she hissed in an accusing tone. “How dare you! What did you give me?”
Jared’s gaze narrowed, the look sending anxiety knotting in her belly. Shit, why had she said that out loud? Wasn’t she in enough shit already without provoking the beast?
“What did I ask you to do?” Jared’s voice was like a low growl, the sound furling the knot in her tummy until it was painful.
“Be quiet,” she repeated, pulling in fast, shaky breaths. “I’m sorry.”
Jared was back at the bed, glowering at her. “After all those messages, Sophie, I expected someone more obedient. Someone with more self-control.”
Her heart pounded in her chest at the dark look in his gaze.
“Do you need help with obedience and self-control?”
Sophie shook her head. She was too afraid to speak again, and frankly, she didn’t know what the hell she was supposed to say anyway.
“So, now she doesn’t want to speak?” said the guy by the door. “That’s pretty funny.”
Jared scowled, climbing over her body so that he was poised in some sort of impromptu press-up position. “Now would be a good time to explain yourself.”
Sophie gasped. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.”
“It’s a simple enough question,” Jared replied. “Are you going to need help to obey and control yourself?”
She bit her lip, feeling herself fluster. “No.”
“No, what?”
Sophie blinked up at Jared. He was so bloody big and imposing, and right now he looked incredibly unimpressed with her performance. She swallowed with trepidation. Oh God! Did he really want her to say that word out loud? The word they’d discussed at great length over the last couple of weeks. The one that made her pussy dampen like a reflex.
“No, Daddy.”
She pushed the final word out, certain Jared would be able to hear the hammering of her heart as she responded. Jared lowered himself over her body, resting on his elbows as his face finally relaxed.
“There we go,” he said in an approving tone, his eyebrow arching at her show of supplication. “That’s much more like the Sophie I’ve come to know.”
Anton laughed. “Big deal. So you can get her to concur with your sick little fantasies when she’s bound and threatened. So what?”
“Not threatened.” Jared shook his head as though he wanted to reinforce the point, all of his attention back on Sophie as the gesture concluded. “Just reminded about what my expectations are. That’s all.”
Sophie’s chest heaved at his words.
His expectations.
Yes, they had talked about those, in excruciating detail actually, but Sophie had assumed it was all just a game. That the flirting was all harmless and exciting. She’d never anticipated this—being bound and powerless. It was like something out of one of her daydreams, except this was real, and so was the imminent danger. She could sense it building in the air around her, threatening to suffocate her altogether.
“You
want to be my good girl, don’t you, Sophie?”
Jared glared down at her, and as Sophie met his eyes, all she could think was that she should play along and concede. She had no idea if Jared really intended to do all of the things they’d talked about online, but even the mere prospect terrified her. She wasn’t ready for those things. She’d never even been restrained before this moment. No, she needed to give him what he wanted, for the time being at least. She had to keep Jared on her side.
His blue eyes burned into her face, demanding her answer and she nodded her head.
“Words, Sophie.”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
Sophie’s gaze flitted closed as she said the D-word aloud again. Oh, God, it was so wrong. This was all so wrong, yet something about the title made her want to pant. Sophie had no idea why, but for some fucking reason she loved using the term. Or, to be more precise, she hated it—she hated what it represented, and she hated how Jared was able to manipulate her into using it—but she couldn’t deny the way arousal was pooling between her bound legs.
“Look at me.”
The commanding resonance of Jared’s voice caused her eyes to open again and Sophie found him smiling down at her.
“Do you know how good that sounds when you say it?”
Her heart was hammering even faster now, but the worst of it was Sophie wasn’t sure why anymore. Her emotional responses were all starting to blur, her fear mingling with the stark pang of arousal his dominance, and that word, had inspired.
“You do, don’t you?”
Sophie sucked her lip between her teeth. “I don’t know what to say.”
Her cheeks were flushing—she could feel the heat rising there and she hoped to God that it was only the embarrassment of her predicament that had produced the reaction. Or maybe her panic? Nothing else though. There could be no other visible evidence of the twisted way her body had reacted to Jared. She couldn’t give him even a flicker of her carnal responses. A man like Jared—a man who already had her tied to her bed—could take that rope and use it to hang her.
Chapter Eight
Jared
If Jared thought he’d been horny at the sight of Sophie bound to the bed, then the moment she’d called him Daddy had splintered that suggestion. Just the way the word tripped from her lips made his balls ache, and the delightful way her cheeks had blushed afterwards had confirmed what he already knew—she had relished it, too.
“Never mind,” he whispered, lowering his face toward her neck. “You don’t have to admit it to me now. There’ll be plenty of time for that later, Sophie.”
He watched how she gulped at that, her wrists tugging against the ropes once more, and for one moment, he thought he was going to lose it and just shoot his load right there and then. Sophie was so hot like this. Clearly, she was an attractive woman anyway, a natural submissive whose inclinations had evidently been swept aside by her husband, but as he took in the heat that swept across her expression, Jared knew it was more than just that. She wasn’t just submissive; she was a dirty little thing as well. He’d watched the way her pupils had dilated when he’d demanded she call him Daddy. The woman freaking loved it.
Shifting his mouth to her lips, Jared pressed a kiss to her supple flesh. Sophie’s body stilled, as though she didn’t know how to react, but he didn’t sense panic in her body anymore. Now, Jared could swear he was picking up the low thrum of her arousal.
“I think it’s time we got some of these clothes off.”
Jared’s words seem to echo around the master bedroom and for a moment there was silence, the only noise in the room coming from the woman panting beneath him. Until finally, her voice broke the strained atmosphere.
“What?”
Daniel’s laughter bounced around the room, but Jared glowered down at Sophie.
“How do you refer to me, Sophie?” Jared’s voice was low now, like a growling animal. “Didn’t we just go through this?”
Sophie pulled in a breath, blinking up at him. “I-I didn’t realize that’s how I had to refer to you now?”
Jared arched an eyebrow at her. Really? Had he not just made this point clear?
“Well, now you do.”
“Please.” Her tone was barely even a whimper. “Please don’t make me!”
Irritation surged through his nerves. “Please don’t make you what?”
“Daddy!” Sophie blurted. “Please don’t make me call you that.”
Jared’s lips curled as he shook his head. “You have no choice,” he informed her. “You have no choice about any of this, Sophie, but not to worry. We both know how much you love it—how much you’re going to love it.”
She gasped, studying him with huge, terrified eyes, but Jared took her silence as agreement. Not that it mattered to him one way or the other. He had come this far already. He’d garnered her trust online, gotten inside her plush detached house and managed to get her bound to the bed. Jared hadn’t manipulated things this far to walk away now and give up his chance to dominate Sophie—to make her his.
“I’m going to need a hand here, guys,” he murmured, climbing down the length of her body as his gaze flittered between Daniel and Anton.
“Sure,” Anton replied in an eager tone. “What do you need?”
“I’m going to have to untie her ankles to remove these trousers, which means someone will have to ensure Sophie’s cooperation.” Jared grinned at her, glancing between the two other men. “How about you each take one leg?”
Daniel’s gaze narrowed. “Is that really necessary?”
Jared sighed. Trust Daniel to be the one who argued. “Yes, it’s necessary,” he insisted. “Little Sophie still needs a reminder about her place right now, but give me a few hours with her and I’m sure I can put her right where she needs to be.”
All of a sudden, Sophie’s frightened breaths filled the air and all three shifted their focus to her again.
“The sedative will still be in her bloodstream,” Daniel reminded Jared. “She won’t have much fight in her for a while.”
“I didn’t just bring you along for your medical expertise,” replied Jared with a laugh. “I need the manpower, too.”
“Oh, really?” Daniel inquired. “Manpower, huh?”
Jared snorted as the two men exchanged a glance. “Just get over here and bloody well help me.”
Daniel stalked across, scowling at Jared. “Fine.”
With Anton holding on to one of Sophie’s tiny ankles, and Daniel securing the other, Jared untied the ropes that were wrapped around her socks, and slowly, he began to strip his gorgeous damsel. Sophie mewled, a strangled noise that made Jared have to catch his breath, but as he pulled the socks from her feet there were no words. It wasn’t until Jared made his way to unfasten the button at her waist and tug the unflattering blue trousers from Sophie’s hips that apparently, she could no longer hold her tongue.
“Don’t do this!”
Jared’s hands stilled, his expression hardening. “What was that?”
Sophie gulped. “D-daddy,” she stammered.
Jared stared down at her, a sense of satisfaction flooding his brain as Sophie finally submitted willingly to his will. Or, almost willingly. He knew it would take time to earn her real supplication, but in the short term, he’d use the threat of punishment and intimidation to mold her to his liking. Hell, Jared would do whatever it took. An opportunity like Sophie was just too good to miss.
“That’s more like it,” he murmured, tracing an invisible line along her exposed hip.
Sophie inhaled at his touch, the muscles beneath his fingers tensing in response to the path of his digits.
“Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?”
Anton chuckled. “What is it with all this Daddy shit?” he asked. “You’re one twisted guy.”
Jared grinned, glancing over his shoulder at his accusation. He wasn’t about to argue with what he knew to be true. He was twisted. He got his kicks from subjugating willing women, and he
was in no doubt—Sophie was willing—she just didn’t know it yet.
“Shut it,” he muttered with a smile. “You’re telling me you’re not loving this?”
Anton shook his head with a smile of his own. “You know I love the bondage, friend,” he told Jared. “But as for the rest of it, you’re on your own.”
Jared tutted. So be it. So long as Anton played his part, he would gladly see to the rest on his own. Shifting his attention back to Sophie, he continued. “Sorry,” he said softly. “You were saying?”
Her lips parted as though she didn’t know what to say, but watching that pretty little mouth opening gave Jared all sorts of perverse ideas.
“Why?” It looked as though she was having to force the word out. “Why must you strip me?”
Jared laughed softly. Could she really be this innocent, or was Sophie just in denial about the fate that now awaited her?
“Come on, Sophie,” he reproached her in a tone that was menacing even to his own ears. “I think you know why…”
Panic etched into her attractive features. “P-please no—don’t do this.”
Jared ignored her pathetic plea, pushing down his burgeoning arousal as he eased the fabric down her shins. With Anton and Jared assisting, it was relatively straight forward to free Sophie’s slender legs from the troublesome clothing and Jared gazed up and down the length of her limbs hungrily.
“What about those panties?” Anton demanded, eyeing the patch of blue cotton covering Sophie’s sex.
“Later,” Jared answered, chuckling at the disappointed expression his friend threw him in response. “I want to savor Sophie and take my time.”
“How touching,” sneered Daniel. “Pass me the rope and let’s get her ankle re-secured.”
Jared flung him the single black length, narrowing his gaze as he met Daniel’s eyes. “Make it good,” he warned.
Daniel’s nostrils flared. “You can count on me, arsehole.”
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.
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