Daddy's Whip

by Loki Renard

  “What do you want me to do, little girl?” Sam’s slow, lazy voice drove her even wilder.

  “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”

  “Where?” Sam pulled away the hand that was filling her, before touching the tip of his finger to her labia, circling her swollen lips, tapping her wet clit. “Here?”

  “No.”

  “Then where?” The shivers zipping down her spine intensified as Sam’s fingertip increased in speed, rubbing her throbbing clit.

  “My bottom,” she whispered. “Please, Daddy, fuck my bottom hole.” Just saying the words felt shameful, but an erotic thrill shot through her at the same time.

  Sam lifted her off his lap and shifted, so he was behind her. “Get up on the bed,” he commanded hoarsely, “knees wide. Reach back and grab your ass, spread it wide, show me your little hole.”

  Pressing her forehead into the bed, Marnie braced herself and reached back, just as Sam had instructed. Her bottom felt hot to touch, as she knew it would, and it stung as she pressed her fingers into her scalded skin.

  “Hold your ass open, little girl, open wide.” Sam’s voice was husky with arousal, the passion blurring the words, making them hard to understand.

  Ignoring the sting as best she could, Marnie pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing herself to her daddy, opening herself up wide, just for him, just as he’d asked.

  “What do you say, little girl?”

  Sam took a step back. He wasn’t touching her, but she could feel his eyes on her, claiming her.

  Marnie took a deep breath.

  “Please fuck me, Daddy,” she begged softly. “Please fuck my ass.”

  Behind her, she heard the rustle of clothing as Sam shed his pants and boxers, leaving them in a puddle on the floor. She felt him grab her hips, felt him press his thighs against her hot bottom. She felt his cock at the entrance to her tight hole. She held her breath.

  She trembled, just slightly, as he dipped his cock into her juices, running his thick shaft up and down her slit, coating it thoroughly in the sticky substance.

  “Who owns this ass?” he growled in her ear.

  “You do, Daddy.”

  “That’s right, little girl. This ass belongs to me.”

  Sam wasn’t gentle as he entered her and she hissed in pain at the burn. He plunged in deeply, his muscular thighs hard up against her bottom. For a moment he was still, letting her get used to his size, then he started to move. Slowly at first, long, deep rhythmic thrusts that tantalized and teased, but quickly grew in pace and intensity.

  He picked up her hands, pulling them away from her. “Put them on the bed beside you.”

  It was easier to balance with her hands next to her, and she used her arms to push herself up a bit more, arching her back, giving Sam better access, offering herself to him fully. He took full advantage of her offering, plunging deeply into her, claiming her completely.

  She cried out as he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back again, so far back that the back of her head touched the spot between her shoulder blades.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered. “So nice and tight.”

  Marnie glowed at his praise.

  Reaching around her hips, Sam found her swollen clit and flicked it softly, quickly, plundering her ass faster and harder.

  Marnie was going to explode. She could feel it. Every single nerve in her body was on the brink of combusting. One more flick, one more thrust… “Oh, god, Sam!” she screamed as she flew over the edge, making everything shatter inside her. She couldn’t see anything, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus on anything except the sensations devouring her body, churning inside her, erupting.

  Wave after wave of the most incredible orgasm she’d ever had washed over her and she thought it would never end. Sam shuddered behind her and his hot seed filled her, spilling out of her, as he collapsed against her, spent.

  “Dammit, little girl, you’re incredible.”

  Sore but sated, Marnie rested her head on the bed as a slow smile spread across her face.

  Chapter Nine

  From that moment on, Marnie worked harder than she ever had in her life. Most of the business’ problems, as far as she was concerned, were marketing. It was one thing to take people on breath-taking treks, but if nobody knew the place existed, that was a problem.

  The current website had been made on an old free web builder sometime in the 1990s and had never been updated. Marnie put her skills to good use, even with intermittent internet that came over the phone lines and downloaded every image painfully slowly.

  During the day she worked with the horses and Sam and at night, she slaved over the internet side of things. Sam was encouraging, though he didn’t really seem to fully understand what she was doing, and he definitely didn’t understand the value of it.

  “You don’t even have a Facebook page? Instagram? Snapchat?”

  He looked at her blankly.

  “You must have heard of Facebook,” she said. “Nobody gets away with not knowing Facebook.”

  He gave a little shrug. He wasn’t really listening anyway. He was watching the rugby. The All Blacks were playing Australia and it was a national point of pride that they won. Losing to the Aussies was like a spear right through the heart of the country, and Sam and Magda were glued to the television.

  Marnie hadn’t ever really been a rugby sort of girl, but it was cute that Sam liked it. He was such a bloke.

  “I’m going to start you a Facebook page.”

  “Yes!” Sam exploded off the couch, shaking his fist in victory. Marnie felt a fraction of a second of pleasure, then she realized it wasn’t her work he was so pleased about, it was some guy having carried a ball over a line. The All Blacks had scored a try. Woo fucking hoo.

  “Yeah, just ignore me. It’s not like I’m trying to save your business or anything,” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes as she turned back to the computer, which had a CRT screen and ran on a version of Windows so old, Clippy was practically her boyfriend now.

  “What was that, little girl?”

  She glanced over to see Sam’s blue eyes catching her in a piercing look. So he had been listening, even if he didn’t seem like it. Sam always noticed the things she expected him to miss. She really couldn’t get away with anything. In fact, she bet he knew exactly what Facebook was.

  “Nothing,” she lied.

  “You’ve spent enough time on that computer today,” he decided. “Come and relax.”

  “Not yet,” she said absent-mindedly. She was already back into the flow of things. The reception out here was nonexistent, so her phone had been basically useless since she got to Sam’s place. It wasn’t until he dug out this old computer and got her an internet account that she realized how much she had missed out on. Besides, the business was about ten years behind in its marketing, and they were on a tight schedule. They needed bookings and lots of them if they were going to stave off the dairy conglomerate.

  “Now, Marnie.”

  She ignored him. Back home, she could have uploaded pictures from her phone straight to her laptop. Here, it was tedious process of transferring images from a camera to the PC via a USB cable that ran almost as slowly as the internet did.

  Marnie squealed as powerful arms wrapped around her unexpectedly.

  “That’s enough,” Sam said, physically picking her up and off the computer. “You’re done for the night, little girl.”

  “No, Sam! I’m not. I need to upload and tag and share, and then I need to cross-post to a few sites and…”

  “You can download your uploads tomorrow,” Sam said, tossing her over his shoulder as if she didn’t weigh anything more than your average bale of hay. “It’s bedtime.”

  “Magda!” Marnie called out to Sam’s aunt, but the woman merely looked up from her knitting and smiled. Magda was firmly team Sam. Dammit.

  “But the All Blacks haven’t won yet! Don’t you want to know what the score is?”

  “You need to know th
e score more than I do,” Sam growled, carrying her up the stairs. “Disobeying me, giving me attitude, ignoring me… none of that is acceptable, Marnie.”

  “I was working!”

  “I’m the boss and I say you’ve done enough work for one day,” Sam said evenly. He deposited Marnie at the top of the stairs and smacked her bottom to encourage her toward the bathroom. The sharp sting didn’t improve Marnie’s mood any, but she didn’t want to test Sam, so she did as she was told and scurried in to brush her teeth.

  When she emerged, he was waiting for her.

  “What? What did I do now?”

  “You’re sleeping with me,” he said flatly. “It’s about time we shared a bed. And I don’t want you sneaking back downstairs to do that internet stuff. We have real work to do in the morning.”

  “That is real work, Sam!”

  He didn’t get it, and that more than annoyed her.

  “You can have all the farms in the universe, you can have horses coming out of your ass, but if you don’t tell people about it, nobody knows! The internet is important, Sam. It could be the key to saving this place.”

  “It won’t be the key to saving it tonight,” he said firmly. “And you’re going to be mucking out all the stalls tomorrow as punishment for that attitude. Do you want to do it with a sore ass?”

  No. She didn’t. And sleeping in the same bed as Sam did sound nice. They hadn’t really done that yet. It was sort of the final step of ‘moving in.’ Kiwi couples were notorious for falling into relationships largely by accident. Marnie had once been with a guy for six months after they were mistakenly booked into the same hotel room.

  Her relationship with Sam hadn’t been quantified yet. Were they boyfriend and girlfriend? She didn’t know. Sam didn’t exactly treat her or date her. He spanked her and fucked her instead. And now he had her by the arm and was marching her to bed, apparently tired of the argument.

  “Get in bed and go to sleep,” he ordered, pulling back the cover. She didn’t really have a choice, so she got in and sat there as he got ready for bed, stripping off his rugby jersey and his jeans to reveal the hard lines of his body. He was wearing boxers that stayed on, but other than that he was utterly naked. God, he was hot. She’d never get over his muscles. Washboard abs rippling with the most pedestrian of motions. He could make brushing his teeth look like a peep show.

  Hot enough that she almost forgot she was mad at him. He slid into bed next to her and flicked out the light, leaving her annoyed and a little aroused.

  “Sam…”

  “Go to sleep, Marnie,” he rumbled.

  “I can’t sleep.”

  He rolled over onto his back and she saw his eyes pale in the little bits of moonlight sneaking through the curtains. “What is it?”

  “What are we going to do if we can’t save this place? Are we… are you and I…” She couldn’t quite form the question, but it was simple. Was he going to get rid of her? Would they go their separate ways? Was this a real thing, or just a relationship of kink and convenience to him?

  “I’m not letting you go, little girl,” he rumbled, leaning over to press a chaste, affectionate kiss to her cheek. “Now get some sleep. You have to be up in a few hours.”

  Marnie nodded and closed her eyes.

  “Sam?”

  “What?”

  “We are going to save this place, right?”

  She heard him sigh. “Go to sleep, Marnie.”

  Marnie closed her eyes tighter. Nothing was guaranteed, and they both knew it. Sam called her little girl, but he wasn’t treating her like one now. He didn’t lie, or pretend everything was going to be okay. They’d try their best, and that was it. He was right. She really did need her sleep.

  * * *

  “Stalls, Marnie.” Sam handed her a rake and pointed her toward the wheelbarrow. It was six-thirty in the morning and they had a few people coming in for a trek today. They’d gotten one of the fliers Marnie had gone to Culverden to print out and leave at the dairy counter.

  She didn’t cry over having to muck out anymore. Dirt and horseshit was becoming part of her experience. That didn’t mean she liked it. It was real physical labour, the kind of exercise that made a gym entirely unnecessary.

  “So unfair,” she complained.

  Sam’s hand connected with her jean-clad ass with a solid whack. “Get to work. Now.”

  Marnie stuck her tongue out at him, but went to do as she was told. Sam was a steady influence in these hard times. He rarely let the strain of the situation show, especially not when the horses or clients were around. He was as charming and cheerful with them as ever.

  Some of the women liked to flirt with Sam. Most of the women did, in fact, though most of the time it was innocent enough. More than one lady perfectly capable of clambering into a saddle would hem and haw on the mounting block and bat their lashes until Sam came and put their foot into the stirrup.

  That morning there was one particularly pathetic specimen of a woman who looked limber as a gymnast but insisted that she had no idea how to get onto the saddle.

  “You know how to sit down, right?” Marnie tried to keep the growl out of her voice.

  “I think it’s better if the professional assists me,” the lady said, her voice haughty with the particular attempt at an upper class accent some rich people liked to put on. It never worked. There was no point trying to sound like fancy kiwi.

  The lady looked down her nose at Marnie, a particular derision in her gaze that spoke volumes without her having to say a word. This woman thought Marnie was beneath her. Marnie scowled. When Marnie had first come to the farm, she’d looked better than this Merivale cougar with her perfect makeup, straightened hair, and super-tight leggings that showed every curve and inner fold she had. Sam hadn’t approved of her clothing, but at least she hadn’t showed up with a camel toe. Now she was dressed in dusty jeans and a dirty shirt, her hair was all mussed up, and she hadn’t put on makeup in days.

  “It’s so hard to get good help these days,” the woman remarked to her friend.

  “Excuse me, bitch?”

  The woman gasped in shock, as if she’d never heard a swear word before. The moment the word was out of Marnie’s mouth, she knew she’d made a mistake. She was tired and grumpy and not in the mood for people being rude to her, but that wasn’t any excuse. At least Sam hadn’t heard…

  “Marnie. Barn. Now.”

  Marnie turned around to see Sam standing behind her, his arms folded, a knee-quiveringly serious expression on his face.

  She put her head down and went to the barn, knowing she was in deep shit. Sam followed after her, and once they were out of sight of the customers, slapped her ass hard enough to make her yelp, then grabbed her arm and practically dragged her into the office.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “She was trying to hit on you,” Marnie growled. “And she was rude to me!”

  “So you insulted a client? While we’re trying to save this place you think it’s a good idea to call customers names?”

  “If they fit,” Marnie shrugged.

  “I will deal with you later, little girl,” Sam said sternly. “I’m not holding the ride over this—but you are in trouble.”

  Marnie bit her lower lip as Sam strode away.

  It wasn’t fair! That up-herself woman out there was a bitch. She was old enough to be Sam’s mother yet she was unabashedly hitting on him! Marnie growled under her breath as she sank down into Sam’s swivelly chair. It so wasn’t fair! Marnie had worked hard all morning. She’d mucked out stables, saddled up horses, worked her guts out, to help Sam. Now that Merivale cougar out there got to go riding with Sam while Marnie did… well… nothing. She glanced around Sam’s office. He’d obviously had a clean-out since she’d accidentally found that letter from the bank. Now there were no papers anywhere that she could see; there was nothing at all. The office was virtually empty. There was literally nothing for her to do.

  Ma
rnie yawned. Since discovering just how close to losing this place Sam was, she hadn’t slept properly, and it was starting to catch up with her. Leaning right back in Sam’s chair, she put her booted feet up on Sam’s desk and closed her eyes. While there was nothing for her to do, she may as well make the most of it and relax.

  A loud bang, then voices, woke her up. Rubbing her eyes, Marnie took her feet off Sam’s desk and straightened up. Should she go and help Sam unsaddle the horses? No, she decided. He can do it himself. She really didn’t want to see that nasty woman again, and if she was in trouble anyway, there was no point in putting herself into Sam’s presence any earlier than she had to.

  The commotion eased outside; the trekkers had obviously gone. Sam was fumbling around somewhere in the barn, but he didn’t come in. Surely he wasn’t still mad at her?

  Marnie got out of the chair. This was ridiculous. She hadn’t been that bad! Butterflies fluttered furiously in her tummy as she peeped around the corner, apprehensive about facing Sam’s wrath. I’ll deal with you later, little girl echoed round and round in her head.

  Sam was at the other end of the barn, near the door, when she poked her head around the corner just in time to see him shed his shirt and throw it carelessly on top of a bale of hay against the wall. A catch-all, it was piled with riding crops and helmets, and now his shirt. He strode outside wearing nothing but his jeans. Even from this distance, she could see the muscles rippling in his back. Where was he going dressed like that? He was always telling her to cover up, to protect herself from the hot Canterbury sun. Good advice, but why did it suddenly not apply to him?

  Marnie watched as he grabbed a couple of items off a barrel standing just outside the main barn door. What were they? She couldn’t see. Scurrying down the wide aisle of the barn as quietly as she could, she crept closer, her curiosity piqued.

  Rope. Dangling from his left hand was a coil of rope. From the other, a stock whip. A shiver went down Marnie’s spine. What did he have in mind? Both of those items had multiple potential uses, many of which would not bode well for her. She held her breath, debating whether or not to run. If she had any sense, she would run. But she couldn’t make her feet move; they were stuck fast to the ground. She fully expected Sam to turn around and see her, to tie her up and whip her senseless… but he didn’t. Instead, he walked over to his horse, still holding both the rope and the whip, and mounted.