This is a side I’ve never seen of him. A side I’m not sure actually existed when he was Bennett Kincaid. “Oh.” I barely breathe the word, my chest is so tight with terror and wonder and need so sharp I wonder how it doesn’t shred his rope the second it touches my skin.
“I enjoy hurting you, little bug. And maybe that makes me a horrible person, I don’t know. I don’t really care. All that matters to me is that you’remine, Josephine Elise, and I want to leave my mark on you in every possible way.”
God help me, I want the same thing. How can I want him so badly, crave him in every possible way, and also want so desperately to escape?
I don’t know, and the confusion and guilt sit heavy in my chest threatening to smother me. “Daddy…”
“What is it, baby?” Silky ropes glide along my skin, trapping me, pressing in on me and somehow the pressure of them helps to ease the ache in my heart. “What do you need?”
Locking eyes with him, I give him the only truth I can. “You.”
“You always have me, my little lovebug.”
Will he still feel that way when he discovers what I’ve done? When he learns how deeply I’ve betrayed him and our family?
Those thoughts are too much to bear, so I shove them firmly in a box in my mind, clearing it of everything that isn’t him.
And I surrender.
I give myself over to his touch, his ropes, to the way both make me feel so safe, so secure as I let him work his magic. Binding me, body and soul, in those silky lengths. He winds the rope around my chest and between my legs, weaving an intricate pattern that leaves only my most sensitive parts bare to him. By the time he stops to admire his work, I feel a bit like I’m floating.
Then he gets mean.
Leaning over, he picks up the silver-earring things. But when his lips curve up in a cruel smile, I realize with a jolt of fear they probably aren’t earrings.
“You have the prettiest little tits I’ve ever seen, Josie. They were the prettiest twenty years ago and that hasn’t changed one bit. But I think they’ll be even prettier with some… accessories.”
It’s all the warning I have before the thing in his hand clamps down around my nipple. I arch up from the bed with a loud cry as pain stabs at my breast.
“Oh! Daddy, no! Take it off, take it off!”
“Shh, just give it a minute, bug. It won’t hurt so bad for very long.”
A sob rises in my chest, choking me as I struggle to breathe through the pain. But before it can calm, he clamps my other nipple and tears well in my eyes.
“Fucking hell, babygirl. You’re so…perfect.”
The awe in his voice doesn’t erase my pain entirely, but it does make it somewhat easier to bear. Sniffling, I stare up at him through watery eyes as I drag in deep breaths through my nose. “R-really?”
“Yes, baby. Perfect. And all mine.”
With that, he hooks my legs over his arms—and feasts.
A gasp tears from my throat as my fingers twist in the sheets beneath me. Pleasure floods my body, mingling with the pain of the clamps on my nipples and the combination threatens to shred me from the inside out.
“Daddy! Daddy,please.”
His laughter vibrates against my clit and the edges of my vision go gray. But just as that coil of need inside me tightens to the point I think it might snap, he backs off, and a sob rises in my throat.
Sliding two fingers into my dripping pussy, he lifts his head, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “Did you forget this is a punishment, little bug? It was very naughty not to stay where Daddy put you.”
“But Uncle Colt said to come find you!”
“Then you should have told him your Daddy said not to move.”
Again he works me into a frenzy, taking me just to the edge before yanking me back again.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Tears trickle from the corners of my eyes as pain and pleasure become a storm inside me, raging and tearing through my body with impunity. “I won’t be naughty ever again, I swear!”
