Page 14 of Daddy’s Firm Hands (Saddle Up)

STONE

“ S tone!” Milo squeals as I aim the shower-head spray at the welts on his ass. He ordered one of the adjustable ones with all the fancy settings online a couple weeks ago, and it’s changed my life. Who would have thought the same tool could be used to tame a sore back and a spoiled brat?

Milo thought he’d be slick this morning and rub up on me as a wake-up call.

We have a busy day learning to ride horses ahead of us though, so I said no.

When he kept teasing me and testing my resolve, I spanked his ass fifteen times, plus an extra three for sassing me.

Then he started touching himself in the shower, so now he’s gonna get the hose.

“I told you to stop touching yourself like that in the shower,” I say nonchalantly. It’s not my fault he can’t follow orders.

“Pardon you, cowboy Daddy. I’m washing myself!” he exclaims. He can be such a little drama llama. So much so, I’ve been thinking of getting him some llamas or alpacas as pets. We have the grazing room, why not?

“Yeah I think you’ve washed your junk thoroughly enough, brat,” I quip. “Careful, or you’ll end up pulling it off.”

“Wouldn’t it be sorta cool to have one of those suction cup dildos you can stick on the wall and pull off for the shower though?” Milo has that mischievous gleam in his eyes. “I can take it while sucking you off…or maybe I can take you and the toy…”

He lathers up some soap in his hands and rubs them into my pecs, down my abs. His nails lightly scratch me on the way down, sending little sparks of heat through me.

“I don’t know. You’re already a tight squeeze as it is. Sometimes it’s a battle getting my entire dick in, and you want me to put a dildo in there too? You’re overly ambitious.”

“If you take your time stretching me out and making sure I’m nice and ready, I’m sure they’ll both fit,” he rasps, trailing his lips along my biceps, then standing on his tippy toes to kiss my shoulder. “The stretch and burn would feel so good…”

The thought of pushing him to his limits makes me feel feral.

I grab him, spinning him around so he’s facing the opposite wall from the showerhead.

The feeling of the warm water on my back is nothing compared to the burning fire my brat set inside me.

He balances himself with his hands on the wall, peering over his shoulder at me and smirking.

I put my index and middle fingers into his mouth, allowing him to get them nice and wet. “Present that ass to me, city boy.”

Milo pushes those round, muscular cheeks back. The dimples on his lower back are prominent, and I can’t help but push the right one in with my thumb. He sighs as I push my two fingers inside him. Despite having sex after dinner last night, he’s still tight.

“Your ass is strangling my fingers like a vise,” I praise him as I slide my fingers in and out of him.

He looks over his shoulder, groaning as I look into his amber brown eyes and hit that heavenly spot deep inside him. I brush over it again, making his eyes cross momentarily.

“Fuck yeah,” he moans, bouncing back onto my fingers. The harder he slams into me, the quicker his breaths become.

“Another finger?” he blurts out.

“Try asking that again,” I demand as I spank him hard, the thwack extra loud because of the water beading on skin.

“Can I have another finger please, D-d-daddy,” he stutters as I brush over that spongy bundle of nerves again.

I pull my fingers out, reveling in the little breathy, whiny sound he makes. He’s so needy for his Daddy, and Daddy is so addicted to him, past the point of recovery. I spit on them for some extra lubrication, then give him three fingers.

Mental note: Get some silicone lube for the shower.

“Your fingers are so thick. Yes ,” he hisses as I push into him. I thrust my fingers into him slowly, making him feel every inch. I lean forward, my lips right on his ear.

“This is about the size of a decent dildo,” I whisper. “You think you’re enough of a cock slut you can take double this in your greedy little hole? I think I’d split you wide open, city boy,” I croon, picking up my pace.

“Mhmm,” he grunts, pushing his ass back to meet every thrust.

I spank his ass again, making him scream out.

The handprint blooming on his ass belongs in a frame on our bedroom wall so he can always look at it and know who he fucking belongs to.

Christ, I sound like a caveman, but I don’t care.

I just want to live inside this brat of mine.

Milo’s moans urge me on, and I wrap my arm around his middle, lifting him up so his back is flush against my stomach.

The angle change means I’m hitting his favorite spot head on.

“Stone, I’m gonna—" he tries to warn me before he comes all over the shower wall. His body almost collapses in a heap, but I catch him. I let him stay in my arms for a few seconds before standing him upright again.

“If three fingers and some dirty talk is enough to set you off, how are you going to take me and a toy?” I chuckle to myself as he glares at me.

Even when he’s salty, he’s so fucking handsome. It’s almost criminal. His face could be on the cover of a magazine with how chiseled it is, as if he was made of marble and came to life.

“We can work up to it. Please, Daddy?” he kisses the place where my neck and shoulder meet, giving me a little love bite. He already found out it’s my weak spot.

“I’ll just about never say no to you, brat. We’ll work up to it.” I tap his ass softly right over the handprint, smiling as he hisses through the sting. “Let’s get dressed. I want to get out there before the day starts.”

“But what about you? I can suck your dick before we get out of the shower.” He waggles his brows at me suggestively. As tempting as the image of him on his knees peering up at me under those dark lashes is, I have to decline. I can’t always give him what he wants, and we need to get moving.

“No, you get on. I’ll cook us breakfast for a change. How does oatmeal with fruit and nuts sound?”

“I’m not sure whether to make a joke about how much of an old man's breakfast that is, or about how I prefer my nuts in cum form, shot down my throat,” he responds, a little smirk on his face.

I bite my lip in an effort not to laugh, but he’s so ridiculous sometimes.

“Noted. I’ll make sure I feed you nuts in white liquid form later today,” I say.

As I head downstairs, I marvel at how lucky I am that this young man chose to break down on I-80 right as I was passing by.

After Milo and I eat a very modest breakfast of oatmeal, the only meal I can make halfway decent, we amble down to the stables to pick out our horses. Some of the ranch hands are down there saddling up, laughing with each other.

“Hey Boss,” Stew says as he pets Mary’s side. His horse is a total diva who dislikes everyone but Stew. She bit me once a few years ago when I tried to pet her and I’ve kept my hands to myself since. He nods at Milo. “Hello.”

“Hey guys,” Milo says with a huge smile. I tamp down my jealousy. I know it’s unreasonable to get jealous and possessive over his smiles, but I can’t help wanting them all to myself.

“Today’s the big day! Gonna ride a horse!” Lucky teases him. “Remember, they smell fear and anxiety.”

“Don’t listen to him. What a bullshitter you are, Luck,” Shooter shakes his head.

“Hand to Betty White, it’s true. Scientists discovered they smell our chemical signals and can tell if we’re happy or scared. Horses are majestic creatures, aren’t ya Princess Fairbanks?” Lucky’s horse neighs after he calls her full name, then rubs her snout into his hand.

“She’s definitely a hungry creature,” Milo comments, a touch of anxiety clouding his upturned brows. “Looks like she wants a snack.”

He pulls a few baby carrots from his pocket and feeds her. Then he gives some to Mary before I can warn him about how much of a diva she is. She doesn’t bite him, or stomp her hooves. She takes the treat from his hand gently, her constant look of disapproval gone.

He must clock my surprised facial expression. It’s hard not to when my jaw is almost on the floor.

“The way to any living thing’s heart is through their stomach. You should know,” he whispers to me with a smirk on his handsome face.

I do know . That man gets away with way too much because he feeds me so well. He knows how to time his brattiest bullshit right around meals so I get food-ma-tized and let it slide. He’s too smart for his own good.

“How is the prep for Saddle Up?” I ask them.

“Doc gave us all our tasks and we should be finished packing by the end of the day,” Stew informs me.

Speaking of the Devil, Doc walks out of the stable with Noodle. He’s fully saddled and ready to work, much like the man himself.

He nods at everyone, then asks me, “Can we talk?”

I nod before he leads me to the side of the barn, out of earshot of everyone else. I lean against the wall so I can keep an eye on Milo. Even this short of a distance between us makes me feel uncomfortable.

“Have you found anything else out about the fence?” I ask him, assuming this is what he wanted to discuss.

“No. There aren’t any trail cameras. I installed some, so now we have some eyes out there.”

“Good idea.”

“Has Sunny gotten back to you with anything else about Milo?” he asks me, cutting right to the chase. No one can ever accuse him of not being direct.

I regret telling him about Sunny. Mostly because I regret doing it in the first place, but also because I trust Milo. He’ll tell me about his old life in time, when he’s ready.

“No. It doesn’t matter. I trust him. That should be enough for you, too,” I flatly respond, hoping he’ll get the hint and let it go.

Doc’s wearing sunglasses, so I can’t see his eyes, but I do notice his lip twitching slightly. He must not be happy with my response.

“You don’t think it's odd that the fence is cut, right after he moves in?” Doc asks.