16. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Hermie

Bare put me on the couch and began spreading the three blankets he’d brought down. He went to the fireplace and lit the kindling he’d stacked on top of the logs to start the fire, then he crawled over to the blankets and patted the space beside him. “Care to join me?”

I giggled before sliding onto the floor and crawling over to where he sat. “This is cozy.”

“Good. That’s what I was going for. So, I want to be sure you remember your safeword. Can you tell it to me?”

I was sure my forehead wrinkled up for a second until I remembered. “Radish!” I couldn’t imagine a scenario where I’d need to use it, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. Seeing his glowing smile was everything to me.

“Good boy. If I do anything you don’t like, use it, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I sat to face him. “Can I take off your clothes?” Slowly stripping him had an appeal I hadn’t anticipated. Revealing the curls on his chest, his dark nipples, his broad shoulders and muscular pecs had my mouth watering. I‘d showered with him earlier that morning, but I’d had a hangover and felt like ass. I didn’t properly worship him then, though I did a pretty good job of it with the hazelnut spread.

Bare chuckled. “My turn, Baby boy.”

He got on his knees and shuffled over to me, uncrossing my legs and helping me to stand. Bare lifted my shirt and kissed my belly, tickling me a little. When his lips parted and his tongue swirled inside my navel, my knees went weak.

I placed my hands atop his head, sifting my fingers through his short, thick hair as his hands came up to pull my sweatpants to my knees. He licked the crease between my leg and hip, brushing his beard over my straining dick.

“Ahhh…” The sensation was overwhelming.

Bare kissed the head of my cock before he lifted my left foot, pulling off the sock and helping me step out of the pants before repeating the task on the right. When he grunted as he stood, I tried to hide my grin.

“Get used to it. My body pops and cracks every time I move. You’re stuck with an old man, I’m afraid.” He whisked my shirt over my head and took my hand, kissing my knuckles.

I moved closer to him, feeling the soft material of his Henley shirt on my bare skin, I stared into his eyes. “You’re not old, Daddy. You’re well-seasoned, which is exactly what I need. Now, let’s get you out of your clothes.”

Bare wasted no time stripping, and it made me laugh. He nearly fell on his ass when he was taking off his socks.

When we were both in our birthday suits, Bare studied me for a moment. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I snuggled into his muscular body. “Yes. I love you. I want us to take this step.”

Bare knelt again, taking my hand to help me down with him. The blankets made a soft, thick place for us in front of the fireplace. Bare picked up the lubricant and moved between my legs, smiling at me. “I’m going to get you ready, okay?”

“O-Okay.” I swallowed my nerves, pulling my legs up as my erection lost some steam.

“Are you nervous, worried, or upset?” He looked like the one who was all three of those things.

“No. J-Just excited. I’ve played with my hole before, so I kinda know what to expect. You have a big d-dick, so I’m just a little worried about how much it will hurt.” That wasn’t a lie, but I knew things stretched before they tore.

Bare pushed my legs up to my chest before he bent forward and bit my butt cheek. I laughed…until he licked a stripe up my crease and nibbled on my taint. My brain fried.

“Fuck, Daddy. That feels so damn good.” My voice sounded breathy, but it was a wonder I could take in any air with what he was doing to me. His tongue was magical, and it was driving me out of my mind.

I felt one finger circle the ring of muscle before sliding inside me. Bare grinned. “Mmmm. Can you relax a little? I’m gonna add a finger. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Bare continued to whisper to me and nip my neck as he added more fingers and moved them in and out of me. My body was on fire, and I wasn’t sure if I could hold back my impending orgasm.

“ Nooo! ” Bare slid his fingers out of my ass and reached for the condom.

“Baby boy, I need the glove—which I hope we can get rid of soon. Maybe on Monday, we can stop by one of the walk-in clinics and get tested. I haven’t been tested since last year, but I haven’t been with anyone since then. That sound okay?”

He kissed my lips before putting lube on the condom and rolling onto his back. “Get on top of me, Baby boy. This way you can control how fast or slow you need to go. I don’t want you hurting.”

I did as he said, moving to straddle his sexy body and stared into those golden eyes I loved so much. “Are you ready, Daddy?”

Bare reached around me and held his rubber-covered cock for me, so I moved back and slowly pressed down until the head of his thick erection pushed through the muscle. For an instant, there was a burn, but it quickly faded as I slid down and rested on his pelvis, stopping to take a breath.

“Take your time, Hermie. I love you, and if you’re game, this won’t be the only time we make love. If you don’t like it, we can make love any number of ways. I love your heart, and that makes me the happiest. Expressing our love for each other can be done in many, many other ways.”

Yeah, maybe, but not if I had anything to say about it. I wanted to please him. I was sure he wanted to give me pleasure, but I needed to confirm to Bare that I was fully committed to our relationship. I was his boy, and he was my Daddy. In my heart, we were one.

I leaned forward to kiss him. “If you’ll give me a second to adjust, I’ll be more than ready to have you fuck my brains out.”

Bare flipped me onto my back and moved up my body, his cock still inside me. The movement had the top of my head nearly blowing off.

He slowly pulled back and slid in. “God fucking damn, Hermie. You are perfect.”

“I’m not, Daddy, but with you, I feel that way. I love you.”

Bare was gentle. He made love to me, keeping me on edge as he sawed in and out of me. It was an incredible feeling that I’d never imagined. I’d never had penetrative sex, and I wasn’t sure if it was something I’d enjoy, but as he slid inside me, pegging my prostate, and then pulled out before he pushed inside again.

“I love you, Hermie. We’ll have a great life, I promise you.”

I believed him. I’d never been in love before. Hell, I’d never really felt love before from anyone, including my mother. From what I could tell, Decker Barrett loved me. It hadn’t been a month since we met in Miner’s Finer Diner, and it was crazy fast to fall in love, but I’d never doubt him. We were meant to be.

I was making Christmas Eve dinner for the ranch hands, and I had one ham in the oven, and two tenderloins ready to go when it was closer to dinnertime. I was preparing the side dishes as Christmas music played over the speakers. It was misty and cloudy, which made it a gloomy day outside, but with all the Christmas lights we’d put up throughout the house, it was warm and festive, just as I liked it to be.

The door from the mudroom opened as I was making Jolly’s lime Jell-o with floating pineapple and cherries—his request, certainly not my choice. I turned to see Bare, Bridget, and Tilda taking off wet gear and hanging it to dry.

“Good morning, ladies. Who wants hot chocolate?” I had a large stockpot full of the delicious, festive drink waiting for them, along with the tins of cookies I’d been making. The kitchen smelled incredible.

“Wow, you’ve been busy,” Bridget said as she saw the large warmers on the counter filled with hash browns, bacon, and scrambled eggs.

“Yeah, I know some of you aren’t going to be around tonight, so I wanted to send you off with full tummies and warm hearts.” I was sickeningly happy for the first time in my life. My stuttering was more under control, and I had a job I loved. Everyone at the ranch had accepted me, and for the first time, I was part of a family.

Bare walked over, kissed my forehead, and poured himself a cup of coffee. “I, uh, have something to tell you, but I don’t want you to get upset.”

I glanced to where Tilda and Bridget were standing, arms around each other. I hoped they weren’t leaving. I knew how much Bare depended on them.

“Okay. This gives me more anxiety than knowing. Please tell me.”

“My brothers are coming. They’ll be here tonight. I’ve already called—” The sound of tires on the driveway caught my attention. “That’ll be Anita. She’ll open the bedrooms and freshen everything up for us. After breakfast, I’ve got somewhere I want us to go.”

I grabbed the counter to hold myself upright. His brothers, Thomas and Mark, had never met me, and I had no idea if they even knew about me. Bare rarely spoke with them when I was around, so I wasn’t sure if they got along or not.

“I can move my things back downstairs. I’ll stay out of your way as much as possible. Maybe it would be better if I pack my stuff and leave. I can stay on the couch in the bunkhouse so you and—”

Bare was shaking his head the whole time I spoke. I wasn’t stuttering, but my panic hadn’t set in… yet.

“ Leave? You’re not going anywhere. Why the hell would you—” He stormed upstairs without finishing his sentence, so I went about getting everything ready for the hands to have breakfast before they went their own ways.

“We came to see if you wanted some help. The boys are moving cattle and don’t need us, so we can help you with whatever you need.” Bridget walked to the sink and washed her hands.

“Why would you move out of the bedroom you share with Bare? I’ve met the brothers, and they’re nothing like their father. I wouldn’t jump to conclusions, Hermie. If you love Bare like I believe you do, you should stand by his side and let him show you how important you are to him.” Tilda stepped to the sink as well.

Bare clomped down the stairs like one of the horses in the barn, but when he came around the corner, he didn’t appear to be as angry as when he walked out earlier. “The hands are on their way up. Let’s eat. Anita can open the rooms upstairs first.”

I went about setting out plates and flatware before I cleared away the Christmas decorations from the table so everyone had a place to sit. As I returned to the kitchen to get cream, sugar, salt, pepper, and hot sauce for the dining table, the door opened and Chuck entered with Posey on his back. That was a welcome surprise.

“Hello! How are you?” I helped her down so I could get a hug.

Posey wrapped her arms around my neck before kissing my cheek. “Merry Christmas, Hermie.”

“Thank you, Posey. Merry Christmas to you, too.” We went about fixing her a plate, and I put her in the dining room next to her dad before I ran upstairs to the television room where we had put up our second tree.

When we went to Midland to get tested and buy more decorations, we shopped for Christmas gifts for a few people—Anita, Lou, Paula, Chuck, and Posey. Everyone else was getting money because the hands could always use it, and we had sent a little tree to Tommy Song’s parents, Darcy and Sam.

We’d planned to go to Abilene to spend Christmas Day at Whip Smart and Tommy was going to ride with us. Now with Bare’s brothers coming, I wasn’t sure what we were going to do.

After we ate, everyone helped clean up, Bare gave out envelopes and cookie tins, and the hands returned to the barn to finish what they were doing. I thanked Tilda and Bridget for their help, and they left for Bridet’s parents’ house. They were coming out as we’d learned at breakfast, and I’d hugged them both and wished them the best.

As I wiped out the kitchen sink after finishing the dishes, I was turned around. “You’ve earned yourself a punishment.” He flipped me over his shoulder and took off up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom… our bedroom.

He put me on my feet and held me still by my shoulders. “I never, ever want to hear the word leave come out of your beautiful mouth again. We’re going to put that on a list of things we don’t say to each other. To emphasize how much I never want to hear that from you again, I’m going to spank you. Drop your pants.”

It was easy to see he wasn’t joking, but I couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re not serious.”

“Five spanks, one for each letter in the word, and you’re going to count them out. Now, drop your pants or I’ll double it.” He rolled up the sleeves of his wool shirt and sat down on the bed. I couldn’t imagine him going through with it, so I called his bluff.

I dropped my jeans and my briefs, placing my hand on my hips. “What now, Daddy?”

In an instant, I was over his legs, his left arm holding me down while his right hand smacked my right ass cheek then the left in quick succession. The sound of the slap was worse than the feeling.

“These are warm-ups.” He spanked me again, one on each cheek.

He did it twice more and then leaned closer to my left ear. “Count them out, Baby boy.”

Man, the warm-up spanks were nothing like the actual spanks. “One.”

“Nod your head that you won’t ever say you’re leaving me again.” Bare’s voice was shaky, which surprised me. I glanced over my shoulder to see tears falling down my face.

I nodded my head as the second spank cracked through the air. “Two.”

“Tell me you want to be here with me.”

“Daddy, I want to be here with you. I won’t leave unless you send me away.”

Crack! “Three.”

“Nod your head that you realize how much I love you.” I did as he asked, the tears coming to my own eyes, not just from the sting, but the pain in his voice.

Suddenly, I was standing between his legs with his head resting against my chest. “If you ever decide to leave, promise you’ll take me with you.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“I promise, Daddy. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Bare lifted his head, giving me wan smile as he reached for the tissues on the nightstand. “You’re not stuttering.”

I chuckled. “I’m not. I guess you cured me.”

We both laughed, and Bare flipped me back over his thighs and slapped each cheek far gentler than the other slaps.

“Four, five,” I counted as he’d instructed.

He leaned forward and kissed each cheek before he reached into the drawer of the nightstand, retrieving a tube of arnica gel. “This will help with the bruising.” He helped me up and turned me around, applying the cool gel to my flaming ass. I was sure it was bright red.

“I love you, and I won’t have you ever talk about leaving me. I’d be lost without you.” Bare reached for my briefs, pulling them up my thighs before he sucked my hard cock into his mouth and gave it a kiss like no other. After I released in his mouth, he pulled my underwear up, then my jeans.

Bare stood and kissed me, sharing the cum he’d held in his mouth. When he broke the kiss, I reached for his belt to open his pants and return the favor. He stopped me. “My punishment is not getting relief. I don’t want to punish you, but I will if you ever talk like that again.

A daddy who punished himself for punishing me? That had to be an anomaly, but now, that was my new reality. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.