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“Come to the ranch for dinner, okay? Granny wants to see the new baby.”

“Got it. You cooking?” She screws up her face, darting her eyes to Cal.

“No, she’s not fucking cooking.” He says, “The only thing she knows how to make is milk. I’ll grill steaks, make some roasted red skins, some veggies from the garden. Now, get out. We only have fifteen minutes before we have to put the open sign back on.”

Renae leaves with a wave, Cal buzzing her back out then lifting me from his lap as he stands, mounting me against his chest as I lock my legs around his back.

“Now, let Daddy show you how good he is at weapon maintenance.”

He stomps through the swinging saloon style doors, their hinges screaming as they flap back and forth. I know where he’s headed, and my heart starts to speed as my pussy clenches.

Lowering me to the floor, he points to the desk, leaning into the other office for a second to look at Emily, then pulls the door shut.

“Bend over,” he orders as I swallow down the saliva gathering under my tongue. A blue folded bandanna appears in front of my face, quickly covering my eyes, the soft tugging of the fabric as Cal ties the knot at the back of my head.

“Now, don’t you fucking scream, or I’ll get the fucking gag.” His hand comes down with a heavy crack on the side of my hip, making me yelp. “What did I fucking say? Be quiet.”

I know I’m safe, but still, this little game always gets my pulse going like a Hummingbird’s wings.

It’s not the best decision, but instead of doing as I’m told, shocker, I wiggle my ass and say, “You’re so bossy. I’m not scared of you.”

Even as the words leave my lips, I know it’s a mistake.

“Fucking teasing brat.” Cal’s voice takes on that edge that makes my pussy weep.

He lands three more swats after he flips my skirt up, my senses heightened in my sightless state.

A growl comes from behind me as I hear him moving, the click click of the combination to the safe, the door opening then closing and his heavy footsteps returning until I feel his heat right behind me.

“You need a reminder of who’s in fucking charge here. I may be milk drunk, but I still know when you’re asking for attention. And attention is what you’re gonna get, just maybe not the kind you wanted.”

There’s the heavy clunk of metal on the desk, then his fingers squeeze the sides of my jaw, tugging it open. The taste of rubber slicks against my tongue as the round ball lodges in my mouth, the snap snap snap as he secures the gag around the back of my head.

“Now, that’s better. So pretty all gagged and blind for me. I’ll do whatever I fucking want with you.”

There’s a soft scuffing sound, then freezing cold metal meets the warm exposed skin of my ass, lit up already where his hand came down.

I hiss on an inhale, the weight of the firearm dragging up to the small of my back, then tortuously lower, lower.

Cal makes that unmistakable sound of gathering his spit, then the sound as he releases it from his lips. A split second later, it’s warm and wet at the apex of where my body splits to my ass, as he releases another wet ball of saliva.

I’m saying tiny, silent prayers as he makes little circles with the gun barrel through the spit, then the weight moves through the crease of my ass and there’s a shuffle. Cal’s warm breath is tickling against my warm butt cheeks.

“Think I’ll have a little pussy feast while I remind your ass what not listening gets you.”

I yelp and garble around the ball, saliva already dripping down my chin as Cal’s thick fingertips dig into my ass cheek, pulling me apart.

Then, oh Jesus, then... The blunt pressure of the metal is against the tight ring of muscle, pushing, pushing, until it pops just inside and my legs start to shake.

“Be still.” He growls as the first swipe of his thick warm tongue splits my bare lower lips. The world starts to spin, with a gun in my ass and my step-father’s tongue in my pussy. I’m barely breathing. Every nerve ending is on fire, muscles locked lest I move.

His tongue drags through my folds, up and down as he holds the thick metal inside my puckered hole, pulsing it in and out. An inch maybe, as I tremble, listening to him lick and inhale, my breasts tingling and surely leaking like milk rivers onto the desk and floor.

My nipples draw tight as the gun stills. His tongue leaves me wanting as he draws away, the metal slipping from my ass as he laps upward.

“You’re fucking filthy, aren’t you? You like that gun in your ass. Your pussy is dripping down your legs.”

I’m quivering all over as I nod, digging my fingernails into the hard wood of the desk. “Tell me you want my fat cock in your ass. You want to be fucked in that dirty little hole by your daddy, don’t you?”