Having Blake with me every night for all these months had been glorious. He’d not hesitated to discipline me when I needed it. Whether that discipline came in the form of a spanking, chores I dreaded, or forcing me to wake up an hour earlier to get the day started, he always kept me in line. Sometimes, though, we played around with punishment just for fun, and this wasn’t the first time I’d hinted that I’d like him to take me in the barn. I loved when he released his wild side the way he had on our first trip to Houston.
“What do you say, Blake? Do you want to punish me right here, take me in the barn because I’m such a bad boy you can’t wait?”
“Riley, you are”—he paused and gave me a slow once over—“the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Likewise. Especially dressed like that.”
Blake growled as he grabbed my arm, tugged me across the barn, and spun me to face an empty stall. “Brace yourself on the door.”
I did as he said, practically vibrating with excitement, my cock as hard as it had ever been. He shoved down the sleep pants I’d pulled on. I hadn’t bothered with any underwear, and he groaned in appreciation as his hand skimmed over my ass.
“Good boys are supposed to stay in bed.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said in a tone that said I was not sorry at all.
“I don’t believe you. I think you need to be punished.”
I arched my back, sticking my ass out and wiggling it. “Please.”
He spanked me hard enough to sting but not as hard as he would if he was really punishing me. This was all play. He kept going until my ass felt like it was lit up, and I knew it was a nice dark pink.
“You like having me like this, Daddy? Bent over for you?”
“Damn right I do, boy. This is where you belong, open for me, ass red and ready to take my cock.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I was sure my cock was dripping precum. I wanted to reach down and stroke it, but I wasn’t about to do anything that might make Blake force me to wait longer.
“It’s a good thing I’ve taken to carrying lube in my pocket since I never know when my boy’s going to need a good hard fucking.” I listened as he tore open a packet and slicked his cock. I loved that wet sound as his hand slid along his shaft. He ran two slippery fingers down my crack and circled my hole.
I pushed back against him, groaning. “Take me, Daddy. I need it. I need your thick cock inside me.”
“You’re such a slut, aren’t you, offering yourself to me in the barn?”
“Yes! Need you, Daddy. I’m a slut for you.”
Blake made a sound that might’ve been muffled laughter. I turned to look over my shoulder, and we both cracked up.
“You’re trouble, Riley Lawson.”
“And you’re exactly who I need to keep me in line.”
He gripped my hips and pushed into me then, taking away my ability to speak. His cock was so damn big that even after all these months I had trouble taking him with no prep. I loved the stretch though, the way he filled me up so good.
He bottomed out and rocked against me. “You ready to be ridden hard?”
“Yes. Ride me, Daddy. Fill me with your cum.”
Blake growled as he pulled out and drove back in, shoving me against the stall door. He reached around and gripped my cock. This was going to be hard and fast, and I was absolutely okay with that.
“You like this?” he asked, mouth trailing along the outer edge of my ear. “You’d let me have you anywhere, wouldn’t you?”
“I would, Daddy. Anywhere at all.”
“God, I love you so much, Riley.”
I turned my head so I could kiss him. “I love you too. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Show me just how much you appreciate me.”
I did, working myself back against him, taking everything he gave. We were so worked up we couldn’t last. The slow strokes Blake had been giving my cock grew faster and more insistent, and seconds later, I cried his name and shot my load against the stall door. He drove into me one last time, and I felt the heat of his cum deep inside me. A few moments later, he pulled out, and I winced.
Blake stroked my back. “That was… a little rougher than I meant it to be. Are you all right, baby?”
I sighed. “That was exactly what I needed. How do you always know?”
“Your body just tells me. Think you can sleep now?”
I pondered that. “I don’t know. I suppose it would be really awful to admit I’d love to sit outside with you and watch the sun come up. That’s not really practical when sunrise is the time you need to get to work.”