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His voice floated over her in that way they often do in dreams, the sound carrying long after it should have and seeming to caress her body alongside his fingers. His hands were at her chest again now, those same digits taunting and teasing her nipples into her own personal frenzy of desire. It was too much, this surrender. Too much heat. Too much sensation, and as he pinched harder, too much pain. But even as the thought resonated, Sophie knew that wasn’t true.
This wasn’t too much.
This wasn’t even close to too much, but that’s what she wanted. She wanted someone to tip the balance, to show her what the threshold was and then to shove her right past it. Her eyes squeezed closed at the idea, her body rising from the bed as far as the restraints would allow.
“You want me, Sophie?” His voice was a low whisper.
“Yes,” she tried to tell him frantically. “Yes, I want you. I want this. Give it to me!”
He laughed dryly as though he could actually understand her plea. “But first you have to earn it, little girl. First, you have to work for it.”
Sophie’s breath caught behind the gag. That sounded so good. She wanted to work for it—to earn it—although she had no idea how to do so.
He was right on her now, the heat of his body comforting her through the soft fabric of his shirt. “I’m going to help you. I’m going to help you to earn it.”
She wanted to gulp at his words, but that was also impossible now. Instead, she lie there, panting and hot and ready. Ready for whatever he wanted—whatever he demanded.
“I’m going to take this out now.” He tugged at the leather attached to her gag. “I want to hear you.”
Sophie gasped. Hear her? That had never happened in the dreams before.
It was lighter now, the peripheral of the scene brightening, though her mysterious lover was still unknown.
“Is that better?”
Somehow, he snatched the ball from her mouth, although Sophie had no recollection of him unbuckling the thing, and then her mouth was free.
“Tell me. Tell me if that’s better.”
His lips were at her neck now, nipping at her sensitive flesh and nuzzling her when the sensation became too much.
“That’s better,” she breathed. “Thank you.”
The word had been right there. On the tip of her tongue. The way it always was, and Sophie would have said it gladly, if only he’d command it. She yearned for him to do so. She wanted to obey. She turned her head, trying to catch a glimpse of the enigma who seemed to dominate her dreams, but his mouth was on her again, pressing into her skin, kissing her, breathing into her ear, the resonance of sexy, dirty things that made her sex clench deliciously.
“That’s better, Daddy,” he corrected her after a moment, placing emphasis on the final word.
Sophie’s body tensed. Daddy? Had he just said Daddy?
“You heard it, baby,” he purred. “Now, don’t keep me waiting. Tell me.”
Her body heard him alright, the command loud and clear, and yet Sophie’s mind couldn’t wrap itself around the concept of calling him Daddy. Daddy was what her children called their father. It wasn’t a term of endearment or respect she used. It wasn’t arousing. Yet still, his voice was so insistent, and his touch was so good, Sophie was compelled to do his bidding.
“That’s better…” she hesitated, tripping over the word he wanted to hear.
Somehow, even though a part of her brain knew this was only a dream, Sophie couldn’t bring herself to say it. It was as though she stood at a precipice, and once that word had tumbled from her lips, there was no going back.
No getting away…
“Say it.” His voice was insistent, and all of a sudden, his fingers were at her thigh, stroking the needy flesh there as they trailed higher, pressing past her labia.
Sophie groaned. Oh my God, that was so good. She was so wet and she wanted him. She needed this. She needed this more than she could possibly say.
“Say it, Sophie,” he warned. “Or all of this goes away.”
She breathed heavily at the thought.
“Daddy.” She pushed the word from her lips like it left a bad taste in her mouth.