Page 12 of A Stable Daddy

His gaze drifts to the bulge in the front of my briefs, to the wet patch where I’ve leaked so much precum it’s almost embarrassing. “But you didn’t—”

“I don’t need to come to enjoy myself,” I assure him softly. “Tonight wasn’t about me.”

“But—” Pushing himself up and onto one elbow, he reaches for me with his free hand. I catch it with mine and shake my head.

“Not tonight. And, before you go gettin’ in your head and jumpin’ to self-deprecating conclusions, it’s not because I don’t want you to. Because I do, Ryan. A hell of a lot.”

He frowns, demanding, “Then why?”

“After what you went through tonight, it wouldn’t be right, or fair.”

Ryan’s frown turns into a full-blown scowl. I try not to smile, because it’s kind of like being growled at by a puppy; cuter than it is intimidating.

To prevent any further argument, though, I speak before he can get a word in edgewise. “We need to get you and the sheets cleaned up. And I want to rub some aloe on your behind. You’re gonna be feelin’ that spanking for a little while, darlin’.”

He blushes and wiggles his perfect butt carefully. “That’s the way I like it.”

I almost say something to the effect of ‘good to know’, but the words die on my lips before I can verbalise them. It would be good to know if this was going to be more than one night, but it would only hurt us both if I were to pretend this is more than it actually is.

Instead, I gently nudge him from my lap and get him to roll onto his back, with his head on the pillow and his body out of the wet patch that separates us. He winces a little and lifts his hips. “Stay here,” I instruct him. “I’ll be right back.”

It doesn’t take me long to grab the bottle of aloe lotion from my bag, or to get a washcloth and get it damp in the bathroom. I snag the spare towel from the counter on my way back into the bedroom, too.

“You don’t have to—” Ryan starts to protest when I move to wipe him clean, and I shush him.

“This is part of what I enjoy most about being a Daddy,” I explain, gently swiping the cloth over his chest, down his belly, and over his flaccid cock. “Making sure my Boys are properly taken care of.” I almost say ‘cherished’, but that’s too much for a one-night thing.

Satisfied that he’s clean, I fold the cloth in half and swipe at the wet patch on the bed until I’m satisfied that’s clean, too. Then, after wiping off the tiny bits of cum that made it to the side of my thigh, I toss the cloth in the direction of the bathroom and reach for the rolled-up bath towel. I unravel it and then lay it over the wet patch on the sheets.

Happy with that solution, I smile at him and hold up the little bottle of lotion, giving it a shake for good measure. “Roll over onto your tummy, darlin’.”

He blushes all over again and bites his lip, but does as I asked. I take a moment to enjoy the effects of my handiwork again, marvelling at the perfect shape of that butt, and the bright red colour my spanking has turned it.

God, he’s gorgeous.

I climb onto the mattress on my knees and pop the cap on the lotion, drizzling it into my waiting palm before smoothing it over the warm-to-touch flesh of his ass. He jerks a little at the first touch, but then melts back into the mattress as I gently work the aloe in, knowing that it’ll be cooling and soothing the sting from his discipline.

He’s practically asleep by the time I’m done.

“Ryan?” I murmur.

“Hmm?”

I can’t help finding his groggy response adorable. “Want me to put your shorts back on you?”

“Too sensitive,” he mumbles, shaking his head into his pillow. “Come cuddle?”

My heart skips a beat, then squeezes painfully. “Of course, darlin’.”

Chapter Five – Ryan

Ishrug off my misappropriated jacket before I climb into the driver’s seat of my Hilux. After two months living in Denham, I’ve learned that the jacket is only suitable to wear inside air-conditioned buildings. Honestly, I probably don’t need it there, either, but I’m ridiculously attached to it.

The weather here on the northwest coast of Australia is substantially warmer than Brisbane ever was, or at least I’m convinced that it is. And, considering I spend most of my days driving to rural properties, I’ve learned to dress appropriately for the climate, the job, and the terrain.

Being a country vet is something I’m used to. Once upon a time, Maddy and I ran our own veterinary clinic just outside of Townsville together. Since meeting Maddy, I discovered that I preferred working with livestock to domestic pets, but I lost my passion for it when Maddox died. However, after a year of moping in the city, I itched to get back into my specialised field.

Ha. Field. Get it? Because I work with livestock and on farms and…yeah, okay, it was a bad pun.

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