Dangerous Daddy

Chapter 8

"Take her downstairs." Ordering his men, Cooper strut passed them and went into the kitchen for a quick supper.

The men rushed to follow their orders. Heaving the woman, a few recognized from the restaurant uptown, down to the playroom. Word had travelled fast through the Devils. The scene in the Hell Hole had been viewed by many and was spread around by the time Cooper arrived back home. Everyone knew the very likely fate of the poor attractive brunette waitress.

As Cooper expected, the woman had been stripped and placed in a cage on the floor of the playroom. She had not woken by the time he ate his supper and made his way down stairs.

"Rise and shine, Sweetheart!" Cooper stomped around the room loudly, retrieving a bucket of cold water from the sink at the back.

"I said wake the fuck up!" Starting to get annoyed now, Cooper threw the ice cold water on the passed out woman squeezed into the copy-cat dog crate.

Groaning from the oncoming headache and sputtering from the water, the poor woman was slowly realizing where she was. Naked, wet, and afraid, she eyed Cooper standing in front of her with a now empty bucket.

"Cooper? ... What the fuck. Let me out of here." Not yet understanding the danger she was in, she shouted and swore at Cooper shaking and banging on the cage bars.

"You were very rude today. You ruined a pretty important dinner. So now, I am going to ruin you." Smirking, Cooper undressed himself.

"What? Dinner?" Memory slowly coming back. "You mean with that skank in the Hell Hole?" Having no idea she was making it worse, she continued. "Why do you care about her? We had more fun in one minute than she'd ever be able to give you."

"Stop. Talking." All the time Cooper had taken to calm down was for nothing. This woman was getting under his skin again. "We are about to have some fun alright."

Now the woman was really seeing where she was. The dim lit room. The dark red walls covered in torture tools and sex toys. The various cages and tables. The stale smell of disinfectant. She was becoming frightened beyond belief.

"Cooper... I'm serious. Let me out!"

"I just have a few things to get ready first, Honey." Cooper mocked.

Slowly striding around the room he collected the items he would need for the evening. The wooden horse he had not gotten the chance to try out yet, and rope to tie her to it. Clamps for her nipples with weights on the end of long silver chains that will hang just above the floor. A bamboo cane for her punishment. And lastly, the key for the cage.

"Alright, now it's time for that fun you mentioned."

Unlocking the cage door for the crying woman, Cooper was disappointed when she backed herself up instead of making a dash for freedom. He was in the mood for a chase.

"Please... don't."

"Out you go." Cooper reached in to grab her by the hair and drag her out by force. He was pleasantly greeted by a punch to the stomach. He loved when they fought back. Of course she had no real hope of fighting him off, it still got his blood rushing.

A slap to the face made her still for long enough to grab her arms. With the rope in one hand Cooper managed to get both her arms behind her and tie them there. He wanted to prolong the struggle, but her crying was annoying him too much at the moment.

With her hands tied, she was forced onto the wooden horse he had drug into the centre of the room while she was still unconscious. The woman was just tall enough to touch the floor on her tippy-toes. The wood was going to rub her pussy uncomfortably. She wiggled around trying to get off of the contraption, moaning when the sharp wood dug into her sensitive skin.