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Chapter 8
Sophie
What have I done?
The door to my room closes and I slide down it, hugging my legs. I let my captor spank me, then finger me to the brink of death by orgasm. I have never made myself come like that. Oh, but that is not the worst of it, oh no. I just let him know my insecurities because he has the gift of God to make me talk and cum. I am still not over the fact that he spanked me. And I loved it! I must be broken, there must be something wrong with me. I have read plenty of books where a character is spanked, tied up, flogged, and blindfolded. To experience what they do is my deepest, darkest desire, but I never thought it would come true.
Lauren has told me she has role played before, spanked, and tied up a few times. It was with her ex after she watched the Fifty Shades movies, but she hasn’t spoken of it since. When she did do it, she told me how much power she felt she had, even though he had the power. It’s confusing to me, but I am no expert in bondage.
Is Cahill in to BDSM? Or just spanking women? I don’t know or want to find out. I need to get out of here before his magic hands, mouth, and body make me do something stupid like have sex with him or fall to my knees and beg him to love me.
I have a quick shower, get ready for bed, and climb under the covers. I have my kindle beside me, but I want to go to sleep.
I wake up because there is a loud bang. I’ve no idea where it has come from, or what made the sound. I climb out of bed, and go to the window, it’s pitch-black outside, but I can see a glowing orange light, down the driveway. I grab my robe, head for my door, and walk into the hall. It’s so quiet. I check my phone and see it’s three in the morning. I wonder if Ruairi is home. Maybe I imagined the orange glow. As I’m up I might as well go make myself a cuppa. I go to snuggle on the sofa and watch the log fire while everyone else is sleeping.
I must have fallen asleep on the sofa because I wake up to being carried by Cahill up the stairs. I lift my head a little startled.
“Shh, doll. Go back to sleep. Everything is ok,” he whispers into my hair. I snuggle into him while he carries me. He lays me in the bed and climbs in beside me, tucking me into him. He is the big spoon and I’m the wee spoon. Fitting since he is about two feet taller than me. I don’t really think much of it. I am enjoying his heat and arm around me so much that I fall back into a dreamless sleep.
I wake up hours later with something very heavy draping over my mid-section and I need to pee. Then last night all clicks into place. Cahill is sleeping beside me. He is still here. I thought he would have left.
“Doll, I know you are awake. What’s up?” He says sleepily behind me.
“I need to pee,” I reply while blushing. He lifts his arm and pulls the covers back for me.
“Hurry back, it’s cold without you,” he says as I climb out of bed and practically run to the bathroom.
What am I doing? How did this happen? I do my business, then I realize this isn’t my bathroom, it's his, and I nearly squeak again. His bathroom is massive, bigger than the one in my room. Full of all his stuff, it smells like him, and I can’t help it but take a big inhale just to get a sniff of him. Amazing. I wash my face with my hands, brush my fingers through my hair to take out some of the wildness, and steal some toothpaste to rub round my mouth to try to hide some of my morning breathe. I still have my robe wrapped around me.
I wonder if Cahill has fallen back to sleep, and if I can sneak out back to my room. What are the chances? I am thinking slim. I open the door slowly and can see the blinds are open. The TV is on, I think it’s the news. I guess I won’t be sneaking out. I pull my robe around me, drawing it tighter, and walk out of the bathroom. Cahill looks up from his paper to see me. He is sitting up in bed with his chest on display. I can now see he has both arms covered in Celtic tattoos, and it covers his chest too. He has a coffee in his hand. I see he has made me a cup of tea as its sitting on the bedside table on the side I was sleeping on, with my kindle beside it. How did that get here?
“Good morning, doll. Sleep well?” With a little smirk on his handsomely good-looking face. I crawl into bed beside him.
“How did my kindle get here? What happened last night? I heard a loud bang, that’s why I was downstairs. Is everything ok?” I need to know if I dreamt that noise or not.
“I brought your kindle in before I carried you upstairs. The loud bang was Ruairi, or my door closing. Nothing exciting,” he replies with a smile. I feel I am not getting the full truth, but I decide I won't push it now.
“Thank you, for the tea. Your bed is comfy. But I might just go on back to my room, I am sure you have work to do and stuff.” I know I’m rambling, but I am hoping he will just let me walk back and forget about last night.
“You stay right here, Sophie. It’s Sunday, my day off. So, we have the day to do something fun. I was thinking maybe going to the zoo. Then dinner in my restaurant so you can get a feel for the place to help with the social media part. You said you would do it for me?” He states in that kind of ‘I mean business’ voice. I don’t like that voice. It makes me do everything he says. I’m sure everyone jumps when he talks in that tone, besides Ruairi, really.
I feel I might be going on a date. This will be my first date. How sad at the grand age of twenty-five I am going on my first date, and with a criminal that kidnapped me, keeping me till he says otherwise. Great, I sure can pick them.
“The zoo and dinner? Is this a date, Cahill?” I try to be playfully flirty. He just winks at me. Well, that is great. I’m going on a date, and I have nothing to wear.
“What time are we heading out? I need to get ready, and I don’t want to keep you waiting.” I am still trying to get to my room.
“It’s only ten o’clock, doll. We’ve loads of time. Don’t worry, you won't keep me waiting, I will let you escape to your room soon, but I think I will have you sleep in my bed from now on,” he informs me. Who the fuck does he think he is? Sleep in his bed from now on. Dickhead. I won't be going without a fight. I don’t want to become one of his whores.
“I am happy with the guest room, Cahill.” I try to say it with a smile, but my voice is strong.
“We will see tonight, doll, but don’t push me. I am in charge. And what I say goes, Sophie,” he says while still looking at the paper. “Read your book and drink your tea, then we will get up,” he tells me.
I try to settle in and read, but it’s hard with this hunk of a man beside me. All I want to do is lick his chest and kiss each pack he has worked hard in the gym for. He does have a little dusting of hair on his chest, and it’s so sexy. I feel like I’m drooling here, so I try to drink my tea and read. This Logan Chance book is not helping, the male is an alpha, swoon worthy, and sexy like Cahill.
Eventually we get up and I run to my room to get ready. I head downstairs in a grey skater dress, white high-top converse sneakers, my big floppy hat, and sunglasses to finish my look. Thankfully Lauren packed a little make up for me. I keep it natural, we are only going to the zoo, so I don’t want to overdo it and look desperate. I need to seem like I have done this before.
As I make my way downstairs, I overhear Ruairi tell Cahill he doesn’t know who would leave a pipe bomb at the gates. None of the men had seen anything. He is putting out feelers to the other families to see what they are doing or thinking, and maybe going to the zoo isn’t safe as he doesn’t know if the bomb was intended for Cahill or me. Why would there be a pipe bomb for me? I haven’t done anything to anybody. They were the ones who brought me into this world. I try to be quiet so I can hear more but Jones looks up as he is walking past to meet the men with a picnic basket in his hand. I guess that’s my lunch if we go to the zoo, but because Jones looks up both men look up too and they see me.
