Daddy's Little Captive

by Felicity Brandon

  Oh God. That expression didn’t look good…

  Had she overstepped an unspoken boundary somehow, by admitting her fears aloud?

  “I know you are,” he glowered. Taking a small step closer, he closed the distance between them. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

  Her throat dried at that, the fire in his eyes telling her that Jared was certainly relishing her fear, but it was worse than that. Sophie could tell how wet she was. The power he had over her at that moment was scintillating.

  She pulled in a deep breath. “Yes, Daddy, but terrifying as well.”

  Jared’s expression finally softened, provoking relief from Sophie’s every pore.

  “You’ll get through it,” he assured her. “And I bet you’ll enjoy it, too.”

  There was silence between them then, an unnerving intensity that made Sophie lightheaded, and just when she thought she couldn’t draw in another breath, Jared swooped. Lowering his body, he grabbed Sophie by the thighs and threw her over his shoulder. She gasped at the sudden change of tact, her head struggling to catch up with events.

  “This is how I’ll get you around the house for the time being,” he advised, and one of those large palms came to rest upon her prone backside.

  Sophie inhaled as best she could, closing her eyes and he strode out of the kitchen. “I can walk, Daddy,” she squeaked.

  He swatted her right cheek, making her pant, although Sophie had an idea it was only a gentle spank. “There’ll be no walking without my permission, little girl.”

  Sophie’s hands grasped at the fabric of his shirt and slowly, she forced her eyes open. They were on the stairs now, no doubt heading back to the bedroom he’d designed for her, just like he’d promised.

  “But, I weigh a ton,” she protested, disconcerted by the speed with which Jared was moving.

  How could a man of his size be so agile on his feet?

  She was back in the room a moment later, the pink hue of the walls pressing down on her as Jared place her back on her feet.

  “Let’s get something straight.” His tone was foreboding. “You do not weigh a ton, young lady. Far from it.”

  Jared’s expression was fierce as he admonished her. “And beginning now, every time you put yourself down like that, you’ll earn another ten swats from whatever implement I choose.”

  Panic pinballed around her body.

  “Ten?” she repeated.

  Ten on top of whatever he already had planned—surely that was too much?

  That alluring brow rose again. “More if you argue.”

  Her gaze flitted around the room in a vain attempt not to meet Jared’s eyes. “I’m sorry,” she rasped. “It’s just I put on weight after Lucy and it’s been a real struggle to lose it, and…”

  Her voice trailed away. Why was she even bothering to tell Jared this? It was obvious he wouldn’t give a shit.

  “You. Are. Beautiful,” he huffed, drawing his hands to his slim hips. “Just as you are. I don’t want you to change a thing.”

  What? Now she knew he must be lying.

  “Really?”

  Jared smiled. “Yes, really. Now go and wait for me in the corner over there. Nose to the wall, little girl. I’ll call you when I’m ready to punish you.”

  Sophie’s gaze followed the tilt of his head to the corner he intended, and slowly she shuffled away. She’d never been spanked before, and now he expected her to wait naked while he got ready? Well, of course, he did. Jared wanted her naked all the time apparently, and as for making her wait, no doubt that was all part of his fun. Approaching the wall, she paused, peering over her shoulder at Jared. He’d closed the door, his attention now on the contents of the bottom of the large white dresser beside her bed. As though he sensed her stare, he turned suddenly, fixing her with a hard stare.

  “What were you told?” he demanded.

  She gulped. Oh shit. “To put my nose against the wall, Daddy.”

  It was so ridiculous to say the words out loud, yet Sophie was sure arousal pooled when she did.

  “Then why are looking this way?”

  “I’m sorry,” she sniffed, turning back to the pink wall immediately.

  “When Daddy gives you an instruction then you will obey it, Sophie,” he told her in a stern tone. “Disobeying me will only earn you more punishment.”

  Sophie pulled in a shaky breath. What the fuck had she been thinking watching him? She knew better than that, didn’t she? At the very least she knew what he would do if he caught her. It was like some sort of madness was consuming her and Sophie could no longer think straight.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “And for that refusal to comply, you earned yourself another ten swats, little girl.”

  She trembled at his verdict, her mind clouding. Pressing the tip of her nose against the cold paint, there was only one thing Sophie was certain about.

  She was never going to survive this.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Jared

  Jared collected the paddle he’d bought especially for Sophie. It was long, relatively wide and pink—just like every other acquisition he had made. He’d not intended to use it to spank Sophie tonight, but after her recent errors, he’d found reason to call upon the new purchase. Running the smooth surface over his palm, he determined to use the thing for the twenty additional strikes she’d earned. He closed the drawer and turned back to the woman in the corner. She was agitated again, her breaths coming in short, fast pants as her fingers splayed behind her back. Jared smiled at the sight of her, taking in the look of her wonky pigtails. He’d have to get better at arranging her hair, but Jared guessed there would be time for that.

  Settling on the edge of her bed, Jared placed the paddle on the covers. He would start with his palm—like he’d planned. He’d always loved spanking women, but Sophie promised to be the best yet.

  “Turn around and get over here.”

  He kept his tone low and firm and she shifted on shaky legs, following his beckoning finger. Jared wasn’t angry with Sophie, in fact, at this point he was barely even irritated. He meant to teach her a lesson with the penance, but more than that, he intended to enjoy every second of punishing her peachy arse. She came to stand in front of him, her gaze low as she waited for his next instruction. Jared wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Sophie so obedient before.

  And he liked it.

  “What are you here for, little girl?” he demanded.

  Jared hoped he wasn’t going to get some smart-arse response. Based on her evident anxiety and contrition, he doubted it, but still, he could never be sure. His experience had taught him that women reacted to this moment in different ways.

  “To be spanked, Daddy.” Sophie’s voice was barely even audible.

  “What was that?”

  She jumped at his tone, her breasts bouncing beautifully in front of him.

  “To be spanked,” she repeated, lifting her chin to risk a glance at him for the first time since she’d been summoned.

  “That’s right,” he confirmed. “And why are you going to be spanked, Sophie?”

  Sophie bit her lip, her eyes conveying an imploring message.

  Please, don’t make me say it.

  But her plea was futile, and she knew it.

  Her lips parted. “Because I lied to you, Daddy.”

  She sounded genuinely ashamed as she was made to admit her sins, his cock swelling at her tone.

  “And what else?”

  Sophie panted. “I tried to run.”

  “You did run,” he corrected her.

  She nodded miserably. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “And why will you be receiving twenty extra swats with this?” His hand shifted to the waiting paddle.

  Sophie’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she took in the sight of it. Her breathing was erratic, and it looked like she was struggling to find any composure. “Because I said I was big,” she gasped. “And I didn’t do what you asked of me.”

  She finally to
re her gaze from the paddle. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  Jared pressed his lips into a hard line, trying to resist the urge to grin at her wonderful admission. She was sorry—or she thought she was. But soon, Sophie would know what it truly meant to be sorry.

  Reaching forward, he took hold of her hand. “I’m crazy about you, Sophie. That’s why I went to so much trouble to have you here.”

  He paused, eyeing her responses carefully. “But I will punish you each time you disobey me.”

  Sophie nodded again, tears welling up in her eyes.

  “Were my requests so daunting?” he asked in a softer tone. “I merely wanted the truth and for you to do as you’ve been told.”

  She sighed, a solitary tear sliding down her face. “No, Daddy.”

  “And I will not accept you putting yourself down, little girl. That’s not what you’re here for.”

  Sophie fluttered her lashes as though she didn’t know what to say.

  “But most disappointingly, you chose to run from me.” He squeezed her palm. “After I’d given you so much pleasure. That hurts.”

  Jared pinioned her with an intense stare. Naturally, he understood why Sophie had tried to flee, but that wasn’t the point. He was going to make sure she never contemplated it again.

  “I-I don’t know what else to say,” she stammered. “Apart from I’m sorry.”

  “There’s nothing you can say,” he concurred. “But you can get over my lap and take your spanking like my good girl.”

  Jared felt the tremble that reverberated through her body.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she replied wearily. “I’ll try.”

  He yanked her to his right side, edging forward on the bed so Sophie would have ample room to hang limp over his lap. “I’m not going to go easy on you,” he promised as he hauled her downwards. “You deserve this, little girl.”

  She landed over his thighs with a gasp. There was no resistance, only tension in her limbs as she settled.

  “We’re starting with my palm.” Jared gazed down toward Sophie’s face.

  Her features were partially concealed by her pigtails which had fallen south, but he could just make out her reddened cheeks. The corners of Jared’s mouth curled. If Sophie thought she was embarrassed already, then she truly had a lot to learn. Soon enough, he was going to ensure her arse was the same hue as her face.

  He ran his left palm over the flawless skin of Sophie’s back, bringing it to a halt just before the curve of her behind. Jared’s cock was throbbing with need at the mere feel of her flesh. Sophie was really something. Lifting his other hand, he paused, taking a second to relish this moment in time. Sophie whimpered, clearly sensing what was about to happen, her body fidgeting over his lap.

  “Keep still, Sophie,” Jared warned her. “Trust me, you don’t want any more strikes added.”

  She stilled at once, pulling in a deep breath and that was when he struck. Jared’s palm landed against her backside, catching both of her cheeks. Sophie gasped again, and as he glanced down, Jared could see her hands had balled into small fists. He smirked at her response, delivering another five hard swats in fast succession. By the time the fifth one landed, Sophie was mewling.

  “What was that, little girl?”

  “Nothing, Daddy,” she whimpered in response.

  “Hmmm.”

  Jared spanked her delicious ass again, alternating between her cheeks as the smacks rained down. “While you’re being punished I want you to think about why I am having to spank you.”

  The idea of having to spank Sophie was ridiculous. Jared had been desperate to get her over his knee from the first moment she opened the door, but of course, she didn’t know that.

  “Yes, Daddy.” Her voice sounded croaky as her chest rose and fell against his thigh.

  “I don’t want to have to spank you this hard, young lady.”

  That was bullshit, too. Jared was absolutely reveling in the act. He watched the way her cheeks reverberated with each impact, and the pink color that had already started to develop.

  “But when you act up that way, you give me no choice.”

  He peppered her arse with fresh swats, running his free hand along her back to her shoulders. Jared could feel the tension collecting there. Later he would rub that tightness away. Shifting the target of his palm, he sent his other hand crashing down against Sophie’s sitting spots. She yelped at the change of tact, writhing over him.

  “What did I tell you to do over my lap?” he barked.

  “K-keep still.”

  “Correct.” Jared spanked her upturned ass again, ignoring the insistent pulse of his erection. “So why am I having to tell you again, little girl?”

  “But, it hurts so damn much!”

  Jared grinned at her words. “What did you expect?” His voice was imperious. “You’re here to be punished, not petted.”

  Sophie let out a low sob. “I know. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  “I thought you were going to take your spanking like a good girl?”

  She hesitated, and Jared could actually sense the conflict in Sophie before she answered. “I want to be,” she ceded. “I just don’t know how.”

  Sophie’s voice broke at the admission, her head resting against the fuchsia carpet with resignation. That’s what he wanted to see—some of the fight slipping from his little girl. Jared knew he was going to have to break her down before he could build her back into the version of Sophie he desired.

  The hand delivering her spanking stilled, and he pressed it against her warm cheeks. “Then let me help you,” he replied. “You lie still and receive your swats. That’s it, Sophie.”

  Jared paused. “Do you think you can manage that?”

  Her chest heaved. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

  “Spread your legs for me.”

  Her knees slowly eased apart at the order. Jared’s hand slipped over the curve of her arse and down into the nest of her soft hair. As expected, her pussy was drenched with her arousal. However much Sophie tried to feign her pain and protest, her body gave her away. This may well be the most excruciating moment of her life, but there was no way she wasn’t enjoying it. Sophie’s body betrayed her with its very obvious desire.

  “It looks as though my little girl is enjoying her punishment?”

  Jared ensured his tone sounded unimpressed at his findings, though secretly, he was thrilled. The fact that Sophie was aroused by his show of dominance was even better than he’d dared to hope.

  Sophie shook her head against the carpet. “No, Daddy.”

  “No?” He slid one finger into her wetness, his cock hardening further at the incredible sensation. Sophie panted, moaning at the intrusion.

  “Are you sure about that?”

  She buried her face into the soft fibers. “It hurts,” she insisted. “It really does.”

  Jared chuckled lightly. “Of course, it hurts, little girl. But just feel how much you love it when I inflict that hurt. I’ve never found you wetter.”

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered, her voice full of misery. “What’s wrong with me?”

  His finger swept from her pussy and he swatted her right cheek firmly. “There’s nothing wrong with you,” he chastised. “You, Sophie, are fucking perfect the way you are, and I’m going to spend forever proving it to you.”

  Her toes curled at his words. “Forever?”

  Jared spanked the other cheek even harder. Her skin had begun to redden under the brunt of his strikes. “Sorry?”

  “Daddy!” she blurted, although Jared had the sense that Sophie no longer even knew what she was replying for.

  It was obvious she was telling the truth. Despite her gorgeous wetness, Sophie had never been spanked before and she was struggling with the pain of the ordeal. Jared considered that for a moment. Did he want to take pity on his little girl and move straight to the paddle, or should he make her take some more?

  The conundrum was electrifying.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Sop
hie

  Forever?

  Had he just said forever?

  The word echoed around Sophie’s mind like the chimes of a death bell, and for the first time in a while, she could feel the nausea begin to rise again. Not a great prospect when she was effectively upside down over someone’s knee.

  Sophie’s thoughts were in free-fall. Jared had inferred he wanted to keep her, but he’d never said anything about wanting her forever. She stretched her fingers out against the carpet. The color of the floor was so bright it was virtually giving her another headache. What the fuck was she going to do? She had to escape somehow. She couldn’t stay in this madness—however amazing the sex was. Forget Jason and forget fidelity. This was about Sophie’s sanity.

  His palm landed against her vulnerable backside again, reigniting the existing hurt. Sophie could only imagine what her arse looked like at this point. It felt about three times its usual size, and he hadn’t even picked up the paddle yet. Panic bloomed in her chest about what that would be like. After all of this spanking would she be able to take the intensity of an implement like that?

  “Yes, forever,” Jared confirmed in a gleeful tone. “Did you think I was just going to take you for the week and then give you back to your inadequate husband?”

  The knot of anxiety in her tummy twisted. “I-I didn’t know.”

  “Well. Now. You. Do.” Jared punctuated each word with a harsh slap to her aching behind, and she closed her eyes as the sensation washed over her.

  This was all too much. Taking her against her will, the little girl thing, and now the pain of the spanking. Sophie had been wrong about that, too. The idea of being hauled over a man’s lap and taken in hand for a firm spanking had always been so alluring, but the reality just wasn’t keeping up with the fantasy. This hurt in a very real and persistent way. None of her fantasies had ever considered that factor before.

  “How much more, Daddy?” she croaked.

  Sophie had no idea if he would punish her more for asking, but somehow that didn’t matter. All that mattered at this moment was alleviating the pain—sooner rather than later.