17. Chapter 17
Eamon
He was so fucking proud of his girl. He hated that she wanted to do this, but knew it could be the most healing thing for her.
So he led her down the stairwell and into the room he had made especially for this purpose, all concrete with a drain in the middle.
There was a sink, and of course a few tools to make his job easier.
He led her to the open door, just wanting to get this part over with.
“Hi, you fuckwit. Comfortable there?”
His girl was hot as fuck when she was like this.
“Not so tough now, are you, pretty boy? Are my Daddy and Uncles treating you nicely?”
“You are a fat fucking cunt.” He spat at her, but she was a safe distance away. Her laugh was loud and happy.
“Really? Is that the best you got? I’m fat?
Well shocker, asshole. I’m aware. And I happen to have a Daddy who loves my curves.
He loves everything about me. His dick is also a helluva lot bigger than yours and he actually knows how to give me an orgasm.
Your tiny, shriveled-up dick never did anything for me. I had to fake everything with you.”
“Whatever, bitch. You’re worthless.”
“No!” She interrupted with such anger in her voice that it rattled the walls. Her hands were clenched in fists, her chest heaving. He was about to intervene when she spoke again. “Can someone please gag this fucker? I don’t want to listen to his voice.”
All the men snickered as Kellan shoved something in his mouth and duct taped it shut. All they could hear now were his muffled pleas.
“That’s better. Thank you, Kellan.” She smiled and then turned back to face Callum.
“Let me make something perfectly clear to you. After today, no one will ever think of your pathetic name again. No one will miss you. No one will even come looking for you. You are a piece of shit and a waste of perfectly good oxygen. You are the scum of the earth who got off on hurting women and children, and for that, I hope you rot in hell. You took away everything from me. You took away my light and my hope. You took away my joy and you took away my baby. I will never forgive you for what you did to me, but I will also never think of you again. I hope your last memories are of knowing that I am the wife of the Irish Don. I am the Queen. I am with the person you only wished you could have been. You are straight trash, and I hope you rot in hell.”
And with that, she was done. She turned with her head held high and left the room. Eamon watched her walk down the hall toward the stairs. She took slow, measured steps, her heels clacking on the cement floor. She was everything he ever dreamed of, and he couldn’t wait to make her his.
“Keep him alive, but have fun. I have more important things to deal with than this piece of shit.” With that, he went after the most important person in his world.
Entering his room, he found her face down on the mattress, sobbing.
He gathered her up in his arms and sat with his back against the bed.
He rocked her, shushing her, telling her how proud he was of her.
He said little; he didn’t need to say much.
He needed to just let her feel. He needed this moment to be whatever it was going to be for her.
He held her for what seemed like hours while she cried her heart out.
He knew she was grieving. There were things that were said down there he didn’t know about, and would ask about later, but for now, he just needed to be here, reminding her what a good, brave girl she was.
As her cries turned to sniffles, she looked up at him. “I love you, Daddy. That was really hard, but thank you for letting me do that. It felt good.”
“I would do anything for you, Daphne Erin soon-to-be O’Brien. Anything. You are mine. That means you are mine to take care of. To love. To protect. To punish when you’re naughty.”
“I’m never naughty, Daddy,” she interrupted him. Her cheeky grin made him laugh.
“Uh-huh. We’ll see about that.” He winked at her watery giggle. “What do you need? If it is within my power to give it to you, I will.”
“I need you. I need you so bad I can hardly breathe. Please, Daddy, take all my memories of him away from my brain. Claim me.” His cock thickened at her words. He had been rock hard watching her in the basement, and now it was even worse.
“Are you sure? We have all the time in the world, Little Panda. We can wait if you want to.”
“If you don’t fuck me into oblivion right now, I might die.”
“Such naughty language.” He growled as he pushed her into the mattress, his large body hovering over her.
“My Little girl won’t be allowed to curse you, you know?
” He nipped at her shoulder, kissing her sensitive neck, sliding his hand down her breast and pinching her nipple.
She arched, and he swallowed her scream, kissing her mouth.
“I’m n-not your Little girl right now. Just fuck me.
Please, Daddy, please!” She was moaning and grinding her clit on his thigh.
She was going to hump his leg to orgasm if he didn’t get control of the situation.
He wanted to swallow her first orgasm. He couldn’t let her get herself off.
Moving his thigh, she whined at the loss of pressure.
He moved down her body, moving her shirt to expose her soft tummy.
He kissed her belly. “I love everything about you, Daphne. I love your strength and your softness, and I need them both. I need you.”
He unbuttoned her pants, slowly pulling them down her sinful hips and thick thighs. She moaned as he inhaled her scent. “Fuck, you smell like heaven.”
“Daddy, stop torturing me! I need you inside me.” She writhed under his expert hands. He finished stripping her naked and just took her in. God, she was so fucking gorgeous. His cock was throbbing with need, his mouth watering at her intoxicating beauty.
“Patience, Little Panda, patience.”
“I wasn’t born with that, Daddy. I need you to fuck me already.
” She sounded near tears. Having some amount of mercy on her, he bent down, spread her wide, and licked from her asshole all the way to her clit.
She nearly came off the bed, moaning, rocking her head from side to side.
He latched on to her clit, sucking and licking.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven. Are you going to show me what a good girl you are and come for me while I lick your swollen clit?” He drove two fingers into her warm, wet pussy.
“Yessss!” she screamed. He fingerfucked her while sucking her clit. He could feel her getting close.
“Come for me, babygirl, come for me now,” he growled against her pussy, the command sending her over the edge, and she fell apart. Her pussy clenched tight around his fingers. God damn, she was so tight. He couldn’t wait to be inside her.
Before her breathing even settled, he reached over to grab a condom. She stopped him. “No. No condom. I have an IUD and I’ve been tested since I was with fuckwit.”
“I’m clean, too.” He kissed her, the evidence of her arousal still on his lips.
She groaned, and he felt her hips thrust forward, seeking him out.
Lining his cock up, he thrust forward in one move, swallowing the sound as she screamed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m not gonna last, you are so tight and warm. You are strangling my cock to death.”
He moved at an agonizingly slow pace to begin with, wanting her to get used to the stretch first. Picking up the pace, he fucked her hard.
Her legs came up and around his waist, holding on tight.
She met him thrust for thrust, taking every inch of him.
Reaching down, he rubbed her sensitive clit, and her breath hitched as her hips thrust forward even more.
“Daddy, I need to come. Please let me come,” she moaned.
“Come for Daddy, let me watch you fall apart.” She shattered and screamed her release as her pussy clamped down around him. He yelled out his own orgasm as he filled her with his cum. He was in love with this woman and would do anything for her.
Letting their breathing slow, he slowly inched himself out of her. She whimpered and then smiled. “You know, I wasn’t lying. You are hung like a horse.” They both laughed.
“You are absolutely perfect, Daphne. Perfect in every way.”
“Well, I’m not, but I do think I am perfect for you and you are perfect for me and that’s all that matters.
” She snuggled in close and they both fell asleep, the morning adventures finally taking a toll on their bodies.
He still needed to deal with that shitstain in the basement, but he could wait.
Nothing else mattered right now but her.
Waking up warm and rested, he kissed her lips, gently rousing her from her sleep. “Come on, sleepyhead, time to wake up. If you don’t get up now, you’ll never sleep tonight.”
“Don’t wanna, and you can’t make me.” She huffed and rolled back over.
“Daphne.” His voice took on a warning edge.
“I don’t want to spank you, but I will if you don’t drop the attitude, Little Panda.
Now come on, time to get up and get some lunch and hang out with the rest of the fam for the afternoon.
” He patted her bottom firmly in warning, but she just groaned and put the pillow over her head.
“You have three minutes to get up and out of bed before I get mean, Little girl. Up.” He got up and went to the bathroom.
Splashing some water over his face, he wondered if his babygirl was going to fight him or if she was going to be good.
He secretly hoped she gave him an excuse to spank her ass.
He hadn’t had a reason to spank her in a while and she was overdue, but really, he just enjoyed spanking her.
He threw on a pair of pants and went to check on his Babygirl.
Back in the room, he saw she was still under the covers.
Spanking it was, then. He drew off the covers, and she squealed, “It’s cold and I’m seepie and I’m not getting up.
Go away, butthead!” They both froze. He watched her bottom clench, and she quickly flipped over.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. That slipped out.
I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry!” She kept on apologizing as he went to his closet to get his wide, black leather belt.
Her eyes grew wide as he approached the bed and tossed the belt beside her.
“I gave you plenty of opportunities to get up and you refused. And then you called me a butthead? You have just earned yourself a trip over my knee and a whipping with Daddy’s belt.”
“But Daddy, I’m sorry!” she whined as he pulled her up. Her half-hearted attempts to pull away showed just how much she really wanted this. He had a feeling she needed this. And who was he to deny his girl exactly what she needed?
“I know you are. But it is Daddy’s job to make sure his girl knows how to behave and be the good, sweet girl I know she can be.
” She was still naked from earlier, so he just flipped her over his left knee, encasing her legs with both of his to keep her from kicking.
He gently rubbed her bottom as she whined and whimpered.
“Now, I know we haven’t gone over all of the rules yet, but from here on out, if you fight me at all or disobey me during this spanking, you will earn penalty swats. Do you remember what those are?”
“Yes, Daddy. I don’t want those. I’ll be a good girl,” she whispered.
“It’s good that you remember. Tell Daddy what that means.” She hid her head in the comforter.
“Daddy, but it’s embarrassing!” She was whining, and god, he loved it.
“It may be embarrassing, but you will tell Daddy, or I will just show you.” He wanted to give her a moment.
She huffed in annoyance. “It means you will cane my bottom hole, Daddy.”
“Good girl. That’s right. You will reach back and spread those naughty cheeks so Daddy can cane that cute little bottom hole.”
“Do you have to say it like that? It’s so embarrassing.” He chuckled at her obvious displeasure.
“I do because while I bet you are embarrassed, I bet you also like it.”
“No! I do not.”
“Really? Shall I check?” He slid his hand between her thighs and she closed them even tighter. “Open, Daphne.” He waited a beat until she parted her thighs and he drew his hand through her wet pussy.
“Yeah. Someone definitely enjoys being embarrassed. Too bad for you, naughty girls do not get to come. Something to remember for the future. Now then, let’s get this naughty bottom spanked so we can go eat some lunch.”
“Nooooo, Daddy! I promise I will be a good girl forever and ever. Please don’t.” She threw her hand back, which he caught quickly and pinned it beside her.
The first spank landed, the sound like a gunshot in the silent room. He got into a steady rhythm, never hitting the same spot twice. Over and over, his hand fell. She started stoic, but before too long she was whimpering and trying to get out of his hold.
“You have a long way to go, Little girl. You better settle in.” He continued spanking her bottom, never once letting up. Before too long, it was a beautiful shade of pink. “A nice pink bottom. But I think it needs more, don’t you?”
“No, no, I don’t. I promise I don’t.” She groaned when he just chuckled at her.
“Unfortunately for you, your Daddy decides that. Consider that your warm-up.” And with that, the real spanking began.
Loud, hard, stinging swats landed on her already-warm bottom.
He was spanking her with vigor and purpose.
He needed her to know that she was not in charge.
He was. This spanking ended when he decided, and not a moment before.