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Stepping onboard just before she was about to disembark, Junior said, “I told Mac I’d take the plane to the return airport. I thought I’d save you the trouble.”
“Thanks,” she said, pasting on a smile for his benefit, but it was hard to feel it when all she could think about was Daddy being mad at her. Trudging down the stairs to join him, she drew a breath to say she was sorry, but before she could, he grabbed her by the arms and hauled her into his embrace.
His mouth descended on hers with a ferocity and passion that she would have thought existed only in the movies. She clung to him, returning the kiss with equal ardor. His tongue thrust past her lips and swept through her mouth, laying claim to her in front of their friends and co-workers and provoking good-natured jeers, catcalls, and good wishes in return.
As Thom nibbled kisses down her throat, she relaxed for the first time since picking him up, and whispered in his ear, “Seven, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad to hear that, kitten, because Daddy is as well. But he’s also pissed, on myriad levels. When we get home, before we do anything else, we’re taking care of that.”
Chapter
Seventeen
The 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 ofher 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. Grippingthe 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, spillingimmediately 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.”
