Chapter 17

Chapter

Seventeen

T he Wild Mustang team was very much a family. The ties that bound each of those associated with it went far deeper than merely co-workers. Christian had been put up in the dormitory headquarters and Mac had asked that everyone stay close until Fariq’s death and the destruction of his empire could be confirmed. Those who had made the assault stayed behind after the welcome home party to debrief. Once the details of the mission had been memorialized, plans were made to share what was necessary with NATO and other interested parties.

Thom made no attempt to hide his new relationship with Avery, as if he could after the kiss at the bottom of the stairwell, and Avery found herself reveling not only in the relationship itself, but in the warmth of their co-workers’ acceptance of their new status.

“Well, kids,” John said with a sigh. “I think that’s it for now. Mandy and Willa have taking care of everyone well in hand for the next day or two.”

Mac nodded. “And might I add, well done. Not too bad for a couple of days’ work.”

Having been assigned one of the private guest cabins at Mac and Willa’s ranch, Avery wasn’t in much of a hurry to retire there for the night. She was tired. It had been a very long day, but she suspected she might not get to sleep right away if she did head there and she was enjoying being close to the people that meant the most to her. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one now feeling the weight of the day growing into exhaustion. As their group of friends and colleagues began to break up, Thom leaned over and nuzzled her neck. “Come on, little girl. It’s time you and Daddy had a little chat.”

Neither his use of the terms ‘little girl’ or ‘Daddy’ bothered her. It was ‘little chat’ that raised all her red flags and sent goosebumps dancing up her arms. The shiver that traveled her spine was equal parts delicious and trepidatious, sinking deep inside her to converge in her swirling, molten core.

Thom stopped by the big barn, ostensibly to double-check on his pregnant mare, who had been brought over from his farm for their safety, but Avery gulped when she saw him pick up an English dressage whip. It was a variation on a standard riding crop, but longer and whippier if that was even a word. The shaft was far more flexible than either a jumping or short rigid crop. Judging by the look of it, she didn’t at all relish feeling its sting.

When he came back to her, he entwined his fingers in the mane of her hair at the back of her neck, not exactly fisting, but definitely asserting his dominance as they continued on to their cabin. He was taking control. In many ways it made her feel safer, and even more alive, than she had felt in days. Her exhaustion gave way to her arousal’s surging need.

Stepping into the cabin, Thom secured the lock and engaged the security system. Removing a knife from his belt, he turned to her and, without a word, cut through both her shirt and bra, freeing her breasts. Her breath caught, her belly flinching as he put his knife back in its holster and bent to remove the rest of her clothes. Unsure what to do, more than a little turned on at being stripped like this, Avery simply surrendered herself to his control.

“I think, little girl, you and I have already had one go around about you making unilateral decisions about dangerous missions without including anyone else on the team. Since being spanked, welted, and gingered doesn’t seem to have had an effect, I’m afraid I’m going to have to up the ante, so to speak. I’m going to use the dressage whip on you, and not just your pretty backside. Daddy’s going to use it where he thinks it will do you the most good. I am doing this because I love you, and because you need to know without a doubt that when you misbehave or break a rule, Daddy is going to punish you in a way that is appropriate to the severity of the infraction. Do you understand?”

Shivering, and not because it was cold, she nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

Leading her to the large four-poster bed, he turned her to face him. His hands caught her breasts, fondling them roughly, kneading and rubbing the entire breast before squeezing the areolas and pinching her nipples. Lowering his head, he sucked her beaded tip into his mouth while continuing to caress the other. His free hand snaked down her abdomen, briefly cupping her mons before tugging her clit.

“Daddy,” she sighed, leaning into his touch.

He lightly slapped her pussy, catching her clit just hard enough to make her jump. “Before I truly pleasure you, little girl, you’re going to be punished. I want you to stand with your back to this post of the bed. Put your hands behind you and arch your back. You are not to let go of the pole and are to stay in position until you’re told to do otherwise.”

Concern, remorse, and desire—they mixed inside her freely with desire being the most prevalent emotion of all. Gripping the post behind her back, she tracked Thom’s movements as he backed off long enough to roll up his sleeves. Her thighs clenched, locking down on yet another shiver, this one ravaging from her pussy to her womb until it was all she could do not to come where she stood.

Noting her reaction, he smiled wryly and picked up the whip off the vanity where he’d left it. Lifting the vanity’s lid, he took silent stock of the assortment of butt plugs and dildos inside. She hadn’t known those were there. Her eyes widened; Thom only chuckled.

Crossing back to her, Thom let the very tip of the dressage whip caress the length of her side from breast to thigh. “Some cowboys like to use a quirt, which has no rigidity at all and which I like to think of as the baby bear of riding whips. Others like to use a standard whip; it’s more like the papa bear of the group. Both have their places. The quirt can wrap around a little girl’s body much like Daddy’s belt. The whip can inflict a powerful thrashing and has the added benefit of slipping into small places, like a little girl’s cunt or her bottom hole.”

As he was speaking, Thom ran the very tip of the dressage whip lightly up between her thighs, tapping meaningfully twice at her clit before continuing up to circle each of her pert nipples. Her breathing turned shallow and erratic. She no longer cared what he did as long as that bulge at the front of his jeans was released and he drove it into her.

Avery inhaled sharply, struggling to maintain her position as he continued to trace random designs on the front of her body, running the tip of the whip all over her hourglass curves. Without further warning, he flicked his wrist and the ticklish tongue of the slapper snapped, biting into her fast as a rattlesnake and leaving a thin line of fire across both nipples. The pain was so intense, the unbelievable pleasure insidious in the rush of wet warmth that filled her pussy, spilling immediately onto her thighs… her badly quaking thighs. She clung to the post to keep her legs from giving way.

“The dressage whip, however,” Thom said brightly, “is more like a mama bear. One end is rigid, while the other is soft and pliable and able to deliver a powerful sting. Tonight, little girl, you will learn what it is to be in the thrall of the dressage whip.”

He struck again, this time landing the weal across the front of her thighs. Avery gasped, bouncing on her tiptoes as the pain chewed in and heated pleasure shot out through her to pulse and throb and dance in all the places he’d now punished. Her nipples were on fire. Her pussy ached to be, weeping for his touch when all he had in his hand was that devilish whip.

As if satisfied that she could and would hold her position, Thom began to apply the serpent’s sting across the front of her torso and thighs in brisk snap after well-placed snap. Welt after welt began to swell as she arched and cried out, but not to ask for mercy and never once did the thought of using her safe word occur to her.

“Spread your legs, Avery. Daddy means to teach you a lesson you won’t forget any time soon.”

Realizing his intent, she wailed, “No…”

“I’m sorry,” he mused. “When exactly did we decide that little girls get to determine how and to what extent they are punished for their bad behavior?”

“We didn’t,” she moaned.

“Then you’d best spread your legs.”

Breaking down, tears streamed down Avery’s face, partly from the pain but mostly from knowing that he was right and that once again she should have talked to the team.

Pausing, he stopped to wipe away the tears with his fingers and thumbs. “Do you need to use your safe word?” he asked gently.

“No, Sir. I’m just sorry I didn’t check in with you or the team before acting.”

“Do you understand that is why you’re being punished? It’s not because you’re intelligent, courageous, or loyal to those you care about. It’s because you consistently fail to take into account that for all that you want to keep us out of harm’s way, we want to do the same for you and we have the right to voice our concerns before action is taken.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment.”

“You, my beautiful little girl, could never be a disappointment to Daddy. Your behavior may upon occasion leave something to be desired, but you are always the little girl that I both love and cherish. Now, spread your legs for Daddy. I want you to expose your clit to me so that I can let the dressage whip do its work.”

Moaning, under no delusion that this wouldn’t be hard to take, Avery splayed her lower lips with the fingers of one hand while reaching back to clutch the bedpost for much needed support. The whip struck twice in rapid succession, both times hitting its mark. Pain ripped through her clit and exploded in her head, sending white lights dancing before her eyes. Her knees buckled, but he caught her and shoved the handle of the whip between her legs. She grabbed onto his shoulders as the pearlized grip of it entered her. Every rough in and out stroke bumped and jostled her wounded clit, the sensitive flesh swelling and throbbing until her hips were rocking wildly with her need for more.

“Thom!” she shouted, the force of her orgasm ripping her apart as her pussy pulsed all along the length of the implement’s handle.

Riding out the waves, she wilted, her eyes drifting closed as he pulled the handle from her body. Flipping it around, he slashed, striking the outside of her thigh and sending her writhing and shouting all over again. Ecstasy became pain, became renewed pulses of desire, and she was lost in the heated throb of it.

“Turn around,” he commanded in a quiet voice. “Hands on the footboard.”

She crawled from post to footboard, bending obediently into position, helpless to do anything else. There was no sound quite like the snap of the dressage whip as it cut the air, again and again, leaving vivid stripe after vivid red stripe to bloom across her ass. No steadiness left anywhere in her legs, they buckled again, but his strong arm caught her.

“Don’t worry, little girl, Daddy’s got you. Daddy will always catch you.”

He helped her to stand and when she nodded yes to his unasked question, he laid two more welts across the backs of her thighs. This time, her legs held without his assistance. When he had finished, he parted her bottom cheeks and vigorously spanked the dark entrance of her bottom with his hand until she was howling.

“Get up on the bed, Avery, present your ass to Daddy for fucking.”

Giddy with anticipation, mortified at how wet she was and now knowing he could see it all, she climbed up onto the bed and put her ass in the air. Stretching her arms above her head, she pressed her forehead to the blankets when she heard the plastic lip of a lubricant bottle snap open and closed. Cold gel was smeared onto her hole, shoved up inside her to the accompanying throb of her clenching pussy. He pumped his finger twice inside, making sure the lube was distributed, and then without a word, he took his hand away. She felt the mattress give under his weight as Thom climbed up behind her, and the bulbous head of his fully engorged cock bumped between her legs. Her pussy pulsed again as he spread her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into all the welts he’d given her before. Suddenly, there he was, the nudge of his cock lodging dead center against her bottom hole.

He pushed inside her, his entrance at once uncomfortable and yet welcome. She muffled her cry into the mattress as he stretched her open, pushing inside her despite the rake of her fingernails against the blankets until he’d filled her up completely. His grip on her hips tight as a vise, he gave her no time to get used to the fullness. He just fucked her.

What minute pain there was at the start vanished beneath the burning throb of pleasure rising fast to take its place. This was supposed to be a punishment; she shouldn’t be enjoying it, but it was impossible not to. She loved the strength of his hands, holding her hips so she couldn’t get away, yanking her back onto his cock with every vigorous pump and knocking free from her all those cries she had no interest in biting back. He wasn’t just filling her, he was claiming her. Owning her. Filling her up until she couldn’t even imagine anyone else ever taking his place. This was her at her most submissive, yielding herself to him, without fear that he would ever do anything but shelter her vulnerability in his love and dominance.

Thom grunted and groaned, clearly enjoying the tight sensation of her ass hugging his cock.

“Come for me!” he ordered, his thrusts intensifying.

Her muscles locked down on him, wanting to feel him in that moment of surrender as he took all the pleasure he could from her. She wanted to feel him come inside her and know without a doubt that she was the one responsible for that.

Her orgasm hit her first. She screamed, every inch of her tightening and shaking, convulsing in the grip of pleasure so sharp it was damn near pain. Thom continued to pound against her punished backside as he plundered her bottom hole, bring her to a second mind-shattering climax before he pulled out.

“Daddy, please!”

“Please what, little girl?” he demanded, giving her bottom a slap before grabbing her cheeks and spreading her wide again. “Please fuck your ass some more? Please make it hurt? Please make it feel good?” Grabbing her mane of hair, he yanked her head up off the mattress, forcing her back to bow as he drove back into her. “What degree of please are you looking for, baby?”

“Daddy, I need Daddy to come in me.”

“Good thing for you, Daddy never intended to do anything else but that.”

He rode her hard and brought her to a second breathtaking orgasm before pulling out of her. His cock was a monster, as hard and insatiable as ever as he pushed off the bed.

Robbed of him, she tried to rise too, but quickly settled back into position when he growled a warning. Watching covertly through her hair, she saw him walk to the vanity. God, he was glorious… a man in his prime, powerfully built and still mostly dressed, with his cock poking out of his unbuttoned fly. Using a sanitary wipe to clean himself, he picked through the various butt plugs as if she wasn’t even there. She shuddered when she saw the one he settled on. He’d never get that thing inside her; it was far too big to offer any degree of comfort.

He doused it in lube anyway. Returning to her, he inserted the spade-shaped, stainless steel plug into her well-fucked ass, nudging it gently in and out when the widest part of the base met her body’s tightening resistance.

“You can take it,” he told her, rubbing her back and deepening the pressure, and despite her resistance or the shrillness of her cry when her inner muscles finally yielded to that invader, he pushed it all the way in.

She panted, muffling her moans as the discomfort receded and her pussy pulsed and ached in raw neglect. He tapped the base of the plug, soft spank-like slaps, as if she needed to be reminded that it was there. She didn’t.

Again, the mattress sagged under his weight as he knelt up on the bed behind her, grasping her hips in his hands just before the head of his cock probed the wet, slick heat of her pussy. He found every welt the dressage whip had left behind. She gasped, grabbing the blankets as swollen flesh yielded to his teasing back and forth caresses.

“Does Daddy’s little girl like feeling his cock rubbing her raw pussy lips?”

She shuddered, moaning, “Yes… God, yes…”

Now she knew what it was to be truly insatiable. It was all she could do not to reach between her own legs, splaying herself open for him, and stroking her needy clit until she came, crashing once more down around his pounding cock. But even in her desperate need, she knew better than to touch herself.

“Good. You remember that the next time you want to disobey me, little girl. Daddy can take his pleasure from you and make you feel it as well, no matter how much it hurts when he does so.”

Thom slammed into her, burying himself as deep as possible. Avery barely had time to catch her breath before he was pounding her pussy. Over and over, he ferociously stroked her, his enormous cock strafing the interior of her cunt. Avery clawed at the bedding, arching her back as she did so in supplication and surrender. She writhed before him, her wails and moans becoming a softer keening sound as she gave herself over to his mastery of her body.

He only drove harder, his balls slapping against her tender lips as his breathing turned heavier and ragged from his exertions. And still he pumped until her inner walls were shuddering and quivering, each climax coming fast on the heels of the last. She wasn’t just undone.

She was just plain done.

She almost passed out as she toppled over the edge into that bottomless chasm of need that only Thom seemed to know how to create… or fill up again. It was only when, with a last brutal thrust, she felt his hot cum bathing the walls of her ravaged pussy that she knew she had been made whole again.

They collapsed together on the bed. On shaky arms, he rolled off her and onto his back, his chest heaving as he basked in those latent thrills of his own receding orgasm.

Curling in close to his side, Avery lay her hand on his hard-beating heart and her head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered.

“For what, baby girl?”

“For loving me even though I’m not perfect… for not even expecting me to be…”

Smiling, his eyes closed, he pulled her closer. “You’re perfect for me, Avery. That’s all you ever have to be.”

“Am I forgiven?” she asked, embarrassed by the sudden importance of her need just to hear him say as much out loud.

Opening his eyes, he looked at her. Rolling to face her, he caught her face in his hand and kissed her with a gentle passion she knew would sustain her for the rest of her life. “Always, Avery. Always and forever.”

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