Page 45 of Her Dream Mafia Daddy

He stood back and took a few practice swings at her feet to gauge the distance. Letting the whip move from side to side, he let the popper strike her nipples with practiced precision. Paying close attention to her body language, he knew she was enjoying this. Her arousal was literally leaking down her thighs. He was giddy from the sight. He allowed the popper to fall on her tummy a few times before he popped her on her mound. She gasped and moaned at the new sensation. Her legs widened of their own accord, it seemed, and taking that invitation, he let the whip pop her again. Two distinct lines appeared on her pussy and he went to rub some of the sting away.

“Daddy,” she groaned. “Please, I need something.”

“Tell Daddy what you need,” he cooed as he rubbed his calloused hands down her back. He took a moment to just look at his hands. These hands-that were capable of such cruelty and death could be so gentle and loving. The juxtaposition was not lost on him. The trust it took for her to love him despite all his demons was something he would never take for granted.

“Pain. I need more,” she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Ok. I am going to give you four lashes, and then I am going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”

“Yes, please. Daddy. Please.” She was so gone in subspace, he couldn’t help but smile. He was about to get some idea of just how much pain his girl really liked. Moving to her back once again, he made sure he had enough space before he let the whip fly. Snapping it at the end, her breath hitched as the popper cracked against her back. She didn’t move a muscle as he struck her again. She just groaned.

“Two more.” His voice was thick with need.

He let his whip fly a final two times, striking each ass cheek, before dropping it on the floor and untying her hands. Once he had her on the ground on a soft blanket, he kissed her lips. He kissed her entire body, trailing down her soft tummy, licking and nibbling her inner thighs. She groaned and writhed beneath his touch. Wetness leaked out of her. She was a vision.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He lined his cock up with her entrance and thrust in. She gasped but met him move for move. He moved his hand between them to rub her clit, fucking her into oblivion.

“Come for me, Little Panda. Come for Daddy.” She screamed out her orgasm, the noise echoing off the walls. She collapsed, chest heaving, breath coming in short gasps. Just a moment later, he found his own release, buried deep in her tight, wet pussy.

They were both breathing heavily as he came to. She was utterly exhausted and completely high off of the scene. Slowly, he eased himself from her pussy and went to find his own clothes and a blanket for her. Once she was covered, he called Devin to come pick them up. Wrapping her up in a blanket, he opened the door to the barn when he heard him pull in, directing him to pull right into the center of the barn.

He was even more happy with his decision to build this barn big enough to fit his 18-wheeler horse trailers. It made loading and unloading so much easier. And now it was easier to get his babygirl into the car.

“Hey, Little Panda.” He gently roused her from her blissed-out state. “I promise you can go back to bed, but we need to get you home and taken care of. Can you wake up enough to stand up? And then I will get you in the car.”

Mumbling something incoherent, she got up, and he steadied her as she swayed. She was covered, but he double-checked to make sure no one else could see what belonged to him. It was one thing for someone to spank her; it was another thing entirely to have someone look at her in such a vulnerable state. Helping her into the backseat of the car, he climbed in and adjusted the heat.

“Head back and park in the garage.” Devin nodded and drove the short distance back to the house. Carefully getting her out, Eamon helped her into the house. “Hey, Freya. She is going to need some water and a snack. Can you bring something in my room, please? I am going to get her showered and into some PJs and hopefully get some food and water in her.”

“Auntie Freayaaaaaaaa.” She slurred her words, sounding drunk. “So my snackie snack is very pacific. And if you don’t has it, that’s ok. But I need one cookie. Snickerdoodle is preferable, but any cookie will do. I need Goldfish crackers. The original ones, not the flavor blast ones, those ones are blech.” She wrinkled her nose, and Freya and I had to bite back a laugh.

“Oh! And I need a big water bottle with a straw that has watered-down apple juice. Not like a little bit of water and a lot of apple juice. I need like a lotta water and like a little bit of apple juice. I need the sugar, but straight apple juice makes my tummy hurts and I don’t want that.”

“Oh my, Eamon, you really did a number on her.” Freya chuckled.

“He did. But he was sooooooo nice. And his whips were very whippy and he’s very good. He’s so good to me.” She sighed and he had to hold her up.

“He better be nice to you. I would hate to chop off his penis and feed it to a bear.” She winked at our shocked faces.

“Auntie Freya! You has to be nice to his wittle pee-wee. I happen to likes it very much. No chops it off. Very naughty.”

“Ok, Little Panda, let’s get you in the shower so you can rest.” He wanted to kill his housekeeper, who was just smirking at him, and he wanted to paddle his girl’s ass for calling his dick a “wittle pee-wee.”

Freya was full on laughing as he turned to glare at her. “She won’t remember that in a few hours. I will bring her snack in shortly.”

“You’re a bigger brat than she is. Remind me of this when your bonus comes around.” She howled in laughter at that, and he just grinned. He loved Freya and she really could do no wrong.

“I’m sorry she threatened your wittle pee-wee, Daddy. That wasn’t very nice. But don’t worry, I will protect it.”

“Little Panda, I am going to spank you if you call my dick a wittle pee-wee again. It is not wittle and you damn well know it.” She looked shocked and then broke out in the cutest little giggle fit. He would spend his entire life getting that sweet sound from her lips.

Getting her fully showered was quite the process. She was like a slippery, drunk worm. After some gentle coaxing, he finally got her showered, dressed, and into bed. Auntie Freya came in with a tray of food and a giant tumbler of what he assumed to be watered-down apple juice.

She took the drink and took a huge gulp. “That’s perfect, Auntie Freya. Thank you. And thank you for the snacks.”

“Of course, sweet girl. I’m sorry that I didn’t have any snickerdoodles, but hopefully chocolate chip will be ok for now. I will know to stock snickerdoodles for future scenes.”

“Thank you. You all take such good care of me. I certainly don’t deserve it, but I am grateful for it. And this is perfect. It has taken me a long time to figure out what works for sub-drop. Some people need protein and some need sugar. I need sugar. And carbs. Before Callum, I went to the local dungeon a lot, and we discovered that sugar helps me the best.” She sighed contentedly as she leaned against the headboard, drinking her drink and eating Goldfish.