Felicity Brandon [Brandon - Daddy’s Little Captive

Daddys Little Captive

Daddys Little Series

Book One

By

Felicity Brandon

Copyright 2019 by Felicity Brandon

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First edition October 2019

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Prologue

In the beginning, the dreams were always black. Black, but hot, and the heat burgeoned with each passing minute until Sophie wanted to rip the clothes from her body. Except there were no clothes. She was naked save for the leather at her wrists. Sophie could feel the way it pressed into her clammy skin, though she couldnt see it. She could never see it, but it was there, holding her.

Restraining her.

Driving her crazy.

And then the lust began. The touch of his hand would sweep across her midriff, just under her breasts, tightening her nipples until they ached. Sophie had no way of knowing the touch belonged to a man, and yet somehow, she knew it did. She could tell by the size of the hand, the feel of each finger as it stroked her needy breasts, and by the sensation of his skin. He would stroke her into a frenzy, each caress feathery light to begin with, his fingertips playing with her beading nipples until Sophies back arched, silently begging him for more.

But she didnt tell him.

She couldnt, and as Sophie blinked into the beautiful darkness again, she knew why. She was gagged, her lips stretched around a large plastic ball which had been shoved between her teeth, preventing her from speaking, but not from issuing the guttural sounds that escaped her throat regardless.

Shhhh.

His voice that voice the surest sign yet that the captivating touch belonged to a man and Sophie was aware of movement on the bed as he climbed on top of her. The material of his trousers brushed against her thighs. The fact that he was dressed while she was so evidently naked goading her all the more.

It was infuriating to be bound this way. Naked and gagged and powerless when her tormentor was dressed and in control. Maddening, frustrating and so bloody hot.

Sophies hips pushed north, meeting his body in the darkness.

Please, she moaned, or at least, she tried to moan, but naturally, that was impossible around the gag.

Sophie.

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 wasnt true.

This wasnt too much.

This wasnt even close to too much, but thats 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.

Sophies breath caught behind the gag. That sounded so good. She wanted to work for itto earn italthough she had no idea how to do so.

Dont worry.

He was right on her now, the heat of his body comforting her through the soft fabric of his shirt. Im going to help you. Im going to help you to earn it.

Oh God.

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 wantedwhatever he demanded.

Im 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 thats better.

His lips were at her neck now, nipping at her sensitive flesh and nuzzling her when the sensation became too much.

Thats better, she breathed. Thank you.

Sir.

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 hed 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.

Thats better, Daddy, he corrected her after a moment, placing emphasis on the final word.

Sophies body tensed. Daddy? Had he just said Daddy?

You heard it, baby, he purred. Now, dont keep me waiting. Tell me.

Her body heard him all right, the command loud and clear, and yet Sophies mind couldnt wrap itself around the concept of calling him Daddy. Daddy was what her children called their father. It wasnt a term of endearment or respect she used. It wasnt arousing. Yet still, his voice was so insistent, and his touch was so good, Sophie was compelled to do his bidding.

Thats 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 couldnt 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.

Good girl.

Sophie heard the smile on his lips and his fingers curled inside her, eliciting a groan from her. He eased out of her wetness, before pushing deep inside again, fucking her sensually with his fingers.

Again, he demanded.

His voice echoed around her head as though he were everywhere in the room at the same time. Say it again.

Daddy. It was easier that time, and Sophie tipped her head back as she panted it at him.

Louder.

His fingers picked up their pace, goading her into the promise of pleasure. More pleasure than shed ever known before.

Oh, fuck, she whispered. Daddy.

Scream it, baby.

His voice was a growl in her ear, and all the while those fingers continued their relentless pursuit, slipping in and out of her pussy with ludicrous ease.

Sophie pulled against the restraints, reveling in her helplessness. Daddy!

That time she really did scream it, the sound stirring her from the heat and passion of the dream.