The moment when she implored him to enact the things they both desired.
“Yes, baby.” He stroked a finger down the soft skin of her chin. “Daddy can do that for you, but only for pleasure, okay? This is not a punishment, Sophie.”
Her eyes flashed at him. Evidently, she understood the difference only too well.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”
“Into your room then.” He released her, watching as she turned with a grin and skipped inside the pink room. There was no reticence on Sophie’s part now, only excitement, coupled with a nervous smile as she spun to meet his approach.
“Should I strip for you, Daddy?”
Jeez, he liked this new version of Sophie—the salacious, needy one who knew exactly what she wanted, what she was here for. Of course, he was sure he could still conjure the other woman, the one who’d tremble at his stern admonishment and stand in the corner of the room with her punished, pink little bottom on display. She would be available when the time was right, but that time wasn’t now.
Now, he was going to revel in this hot, new, consensual Sophie.
“Do the straps of that dress ease down?” His brow arched as he eyed the black spaghetti straps.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Roll your dress down and take off your bra,” he commanded in a low tone. “And is Daddy right in thinking his little girl is wearing stockings?”
She smiled, heat blooming at her cheeks. “Yes, Daddy. I hope you’re not cross with me about those?”
Jared wanted to laugh. The thought of seeing Sophie in stockings was one fantasy he had yet to fulfill.
“No, little girl. I’m not cross. Why would I be?”
Sophie bit her lip. “I know that’s not how you liked me to dress before, so…” She glanced up to meet his eyes. “I wasn’t sure.”
“But you wore them, anyway?”
“For you, Daddy. Yes.” Sophie shifted her weight between her feet, every inch the naughty little girl again.
He met her gaze with a smile. “Daddy’s happy,” he reassured her. “Except…” His brow knitted intentionally. “Why is the top half of you still dressed, little girl?”
She gasped, her fingers rising to slide the first black strap from her shoulders.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
Sophie mastered the other strap, easing the bodice of her dress down to her hips. Jared’s gaze followed the garment as it pooled at her middle before his eyes rose to her chest. She’d already reached behind her and released the clasp of her bra, and his hungry gaze devoured the look of her fabulous tits. Fuck, she was so gorgeous, and he’d missed her body so much.
“Shoes off, too.” His voice was husky with arousal, but she didn’t comment as she stepped out of her heels.
“And what panties does my little girl have under that skirt?”
She inhaled at the question, and Jared noticed the way her nipples beaded.
“Special ones, Daddy.”
He couldn’t resist the smile which rose at her furtive little answer.
“For me?”
Sophie nodded.
“Lift your dress,” he commanded. “I want to see them.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She panted as she captured the hem with her fingers, and slowly, the material rose.
Jared stood there, motionless, save for the relentless beating of his heart, watching as the skirt of her dress rose to reveal a pair of small, pink panties. They were silky, and it looked as though there was writing printed on them. His desire soared as he read the words.
Daddy’s Little Girl.
His breath hitched, and unconsciously, he took a step toward her. The fact she’d chosen these and worn them for him today was almost more than he could process.
“Oh, Sophie.”
“Do you like them?” Large brown eyes queried him as he approached.
“How can you even ask?” he murmured, falling to his knees to examine the panties closer. “They’re perfect for you, naughty girl.”
He lifted his chin to see her beaming face beyond her glorious tits before his attention shifted back to her sex. Lifting one finger, he traced a line over the satiny fabric of her underwear.
“And what’s this?” Briefly, he met her gaze again. “Is my little girl clean-shaven?”
The blush at Sophie’s face deepened. “Er, yes,” She admitted gingerly. “I remembered you liked it.”
“Loved it,” he corrected, sliding his finger over her clit and down between her lips. “I fucking love it, little girl.”
“Oh, God.” She fought for composure. “Oh, God, Daddy.”
Jared smiled, reaching for both sides of her panties.
“Hold that dress up. Daddy wants to see.”
He yanked the fabric at her hips, sending the small, pink garment south to her ankles, revealing her perfect sex.
“Legs apart.” The order was a needy growl, but he didn’t care as he inched toward her.
Sophie stepped out of the panties, widening her ankles, before he reached around her legs, and grabbed her peachy arse. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, goading his cock until his groin ached. But this wasn’t about Jared’s need—not yet—this was all about Sophie.
“I want to taste you again.”
That was all the warning she got. He leaned forward and prized her apart from behind as his mouth lowered to her sex.
“Oh!” Sophie squealed, straining to be free of his grip, but naturally, there was no escape.
Jared had her and having lost her once before, this time, he was never going to let her go.
Chapter Ten
Sophie
Hot furling arousal throbbed in Sophie’s sex as his mouth descended, and though she struggled to be free of his ministrations at first, there was no real intent in the act. It was only a reflex—a response to the sudden, intense intimacy—and once his tongue began to lap at her pussy before flicking over her needy clit, she was already lost to it.
God, she’d missed this.
This incessant need Jared inspired.
The need to surrender, to seek his approval, and at times like these, to soak up every ounce of pleasure the man wanted to bestow.
“You taste fucking divine,” he snarled from between her lips.
Sophie groaned in response, her body missing his attention as soon as it was over.
Jared smiled up at her. “More later, I promise,” he breathed, rising to his full height. “First, my little girl needs a spanking.”
Her nipples beaded into even tighter buds at the thought of the delicious brunt of his palm against her upturned arse. That was what she’d dreamed about all those nights. That was what she needed.
“Come on.” He drifted toward the bed, sitting on the lurid pink bedding, which was just as she recalled. “Get over my lap.”
She padded in his direction, her dress hanging at her hips, as she watched his large palm patting his thighs.
“You look amazing, little girl.”
Sophie stopped by his right side, offering him a shy smile as his hand rose to toy with her breast. It was strange—to know someone so well, so intimately, yet be nervous when they brushed past your flesh. The man already knew her intimately—maybe better than anyone else—yet there they stood, on the precipice of something new.