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Sophie’s gaze was back on the colossal black structure in the corner of the room, her eyes widening as she devoured the sight of the thing. Her brow furrowed. “What is that, Daddy?”
Jared licked his lips, inching toward her. “I’m glad you asked, Sophie, because that is a present for you. It’s a playpen.”
She gasped, an audible sound that seemed to echo around the room. “For me, Daddy?”
This time he couldn’t help but smile. “You had your question, little girl,” Jared reminded her. “But let me explain. Daddy’s desk is just over there.”
Jared gestured toward the expensive black desk sitting in the opposite corner and Sophie’s gaze followed his to acknowledge it. “You see it?”
There was no need to ask. She clearly saw it, but Jared was relishing the look of Sophie down there on her knees, trying to piece the whole sordid picture together in her head. Frankly, her confusion was making him hard again.
“That’s where Daddy works, and unfortunately baby, there are some things I have to do even though you’re here with me.”
Sophie craned her neck to meet his gaze again, and for a second, there was silence while they assessed each other’s faces.
“And when I do, I need to keep an eye on you. Of course, I could leave you tied in your room, but I’d rather have you with me.”
A tiny whimper escaped her lips as the penny began to drop. “I-in there?”
Jared smirked at her reaction. The more Sophie looked, the more she was no doubt identifying all those perfect little additions Jared had included in the pen. The structure was like any other playpen, but this was made of metal and effectively had a roof—a construction that would seal Sophie inside and keep her safe if he needed to leave her momentarily. Jared didn’t want to call it a cage—Sophie wasn’t an animal, and he didn’t want her to see herself that way—but, she was his captive now, and he needed to contain her. Whether she liked it or not. That meant that when she was inside, it wouldn’t just be the metal erection that constrained her, but the chains and cuffs he’d secured in there, too. If she was a good girl, then perhaps, Sophie could be free to roam inside sometimes, but on the whole, he wanted her bound.
Bound and wet and needy—just the way she was meant to be.
“Yes, little girl.” Jared fixed her with an intentionally determined stare. “That’s where you go.”
Sophie’s shocked gaze fell over the pen again and she started to pant even harder.
“Do you like it?” He raised an eyebrow with the question and watched as she flustered.
“Daddy, I…” She bit down hard on her lower lip. “Why? Why do I need to go in there?”
Jared chuckled. “To keep you safe baby,” he purred. “And I think you used your question already, didn’t you?”
Sophie inhaled, her hands visibly shaking.
“Go and take a look, little girl.” He lowered, pressing his palm into the small of her back and encouraging Sophie toward the thing until she shuffled forward, the chain jangling between her feet.
“Oh God!” She pressed her palms to her mouth when they moved nearer.
“Isn’t it lovely?” Jared’s tone was sardonic, but there was truth in it, too.
The pen was beautifully crafted and completely bespoke. It had taken some weeks to build and hadn’t been cheap, but as Jared approached the structure now, it had all been worth it. He’d had the thing lined with soft white faux fur and satin, so his little girl would be snug inside, but inside she would be.
Sophie turned back to regard him. “I can’t.” Her voice was shaky. “I can’t. Please, Daddy. Please don’t make me go in there!”
If there had been any doubt about how much of a sick fuck Jared was, this was the moment that crystalized it for him. Sophie was a beautiful woman, and on the whole since he’d taken her, she’d been reasonably compliant, yielding to him wonderfully, but all of that changed nothing. Even though there was real terror dancing in her eyes, no compassion stirred in Jared. In fact, as he rose back to his full height and gazed down at her, the only thing stirring was his lust. He loved that flicker of panic he noticed, the way her breathing had accelerated and the fact she was having trouble getting the words out. He relished the adorable flush of her cheeks and the way her limbs trembled. It was perfect and it was turning him on.
“You’re going in, Sophie.” Jared’s tone was stern. “You know you are.”
Her face crumpled while her gaze flitted between the pen and the man who was going to force her into it. “But—”
“But nothing,” he interrupted. “We both know you’re going to do as you’re told, so there really is only one question, little girl.”
Jared’s voice thundered around the room and Sophie startled. “Are you going to obey the rules and be Daddy’s good girl, or do I need to make you go in?”