Page 44 of Her Dream Mafia Daddy

“When are we gonna make cookies for Santa?”

“Tomorrow. I have to go buy all the ingredients.”

“But I wanted to do it today!” Daphne stomped her feet in protest. She knew logically it wasn’t a big deal, but her Little wanted to make cookies today and it wasn’t fair.

“Young Lady, I suggest you drop the attitude before I get my spoon out. We can make cookies after I buy the ingredients. Now. Are you going to be a good girl and come make your list, or do I need to go get my spoon?”

She could feel her cheeks heating as she debated what to do. On the one hand, her bottom was still sore, but on the other hand, she was anxious to see how Auntie Freya spanked. She really didn’t want three spankings today, so she decided to just be good for now.

“I’ll be good, Auntie Freya.” She got situated next to Kiera at the large white table. There was construction paper, fun scissors, glue, glitter, and many other things to make a sparkly, fun list for Santa.

“That’s a good girl. Thank you.” She beamed under her Auntie’s kind words. She wasn’t used to all this praise, but she wasn’t going to complain about it either. It made her feel good to be noticed and seen.

“Are you going to tell Daddy I was a good girl?”

“Of course I am. As long as you stay being good, he will get a very good report on you.”

“Oh goody. Thanks, Auntie Freya.” She smiled at the woman who was becoming more like a mother to her the longer she was here. She would always miss her own mother, but it was nice having a motherly figure in your life again. Shaking the sads away, she focused on her list.

She and Kiera crafted for what seemed like hours. They chatted about anything and everything under the sun as they made their shiny papers and created the perfect list. Kiera had lotsa things on hers and she only had two. Hers were big, though, and she hoped Santa could make them come true. Only a few more days until Christmas and then she would know.

Chapter 19

Eamon

Yesterday had been hell. Callum took him away from his Little Panda and that pissed him off. He knew she was in good hands, but he would rather be with her all the time. But Callum needed to be taken care of, and now he could rest easy knowing his girl was safe and the scavengers had something to eat this winter. That body would never be found.

He was in the barn working out some aggression with his whip. He loved whips and couldn’t wait for the tail to kiss his girl’s skin. He was aimlessly throwing the whip in his heated barn. There were no horses in the barn right now. While it was cold, their breed made it so they could withstand it with little trouble. They would bring them in at night, but during the day, they were fine out in the pasture. They had water troughs that were heated enough to keep the water from freezing, and they were given plenty of hay and grain to munch on.

He was lost in thought when a soft voice startled him from behind. “Hey, Daddy. What are you doing here? And before you ask, Devin brought me out here.” He looked past her at Devin, nodding his head, dismissing him.

“Good girl for following the rules. Daddy is very proud of you.” She was standing a few feet from him, and he was waiting to see what her next move was. Slowly she made her way to him, lightly touching his shoulder before moving to the crossties normally meant for the horses. She never broke eye contact as she stripped all of her clothing off, one article at a time. His cock throbbed at the sight of her. He could see the glistening wetness on her thigh.

Turning around, she grabbed the ropes that hung down. Taking a step back, she shuffled her feet further apart and arched her back, presenting the most gorgeous image he was going to remember forever. He went to her and gathered her hair in his hands, drawing her head back.

“Your safe word is red. Use it if you need to.”

“Yes, Sir.” She was breathless, her entire body vibrating with need.

“We have never played like this. Are there any limits I need to know about?” He grabbed the ropes, tying a single column tie on each wrist, ensuring her hands were comfortable and not too tight.

“I just don’t want any permanent marks. And not like insanely hard, but I am ok with pain. Oh, and I really like the sound of a whip.”

“I would never create permanent marks. Never. I am a sadist, not a monster. That said, you are allowed to safeword for any reason. I will stop without question and I will not be mad.”

“Yes, Daddy. I trust you.”

“I will never do anything to betray that trust, Little Panda.” He kissed her hard, exploring her mouth with his, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “I will never grow tired of you.”

He stepped back, letting the whip fall to the ground. “I need you to stay very still. If you get scared, yellow or red.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

With that, he stopped talking and snapped the whip so that it cracked in the air. She jumped but stayed where she was, her ass clenching in anticipation. He loved that sound just as much as she did, it seemed. He did it a couple more times right in a row before softly letting the popper kiss her back shoulder blade. This was a practiced kink and not something someone should do without proper practice on a non-living thing first.

Her moans went straight to his cock. She arched her back even more, asking for even more attention, so he gave it to her. Flicking his wrist, he let the whip fall over and over again. Ass, thighs, and shoulder blades. Avoiding all the no-go zones, he whipped her back until she was panting and her back and ass were pink, tiny whip marks visible. God, she was gorgeous.

Moving to her front, he positioned her slightly differently. Her chest thrust out, her pretty pink nipples begging to be whipped. Her soft tummy made his cock beg to be released. He felt like he was dying, but knew he needed to be patient for her.