19. 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.
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.
“You deserve all of this and more. Rest, eat, and drink. When you are recovered, you can help me in the kitchen with cookies. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.”
“Thank you. I’m just going to take a short nap and then I’ll be in to help.” She smiled up at both of them.
“My Little Panda is tired.” He rubbed her head as she drifted.
“I am, Daddy. That was a super hot scene, though. I loved it.” She snuggled in closer, and he loved the warmth of her body.
“I’m glad; I had a lot of fun, too. You are a joy to play with. Your body is so responsive and I love seeing my marks all over it.”
“If I had a fantasy, would you make it happen?” she asked, taking a big drink of water.
“If it was within my power to do so and you were safe, yes.” He didn’t want to promise anything. If she wanted to get spanked while skydiving, that might be an issue for him.
“Ok. Maybe one day, I’ll tell you.” She breathed deeply, her cup dropping from her hands.
He wanted to push her for more information, but he knew she needed to nap.
That scene had been taxing on both of them, so he gathered up her tray and put it on the table and climbed into bed beside her.
Getting her fantasies out of her could wait.
For now, he wanted to sleep with his girl safe in his arms, knowing that nothing would ever harm her again.
Callum was gone, her surprises were en route, and he had everything he ever dreamed of. Life was pretty damn good.