Page 82 of On His Ranch

“Well, just after dinner I’ll take it out for you.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Can I help you with anything, Ma?”

“You just get settled.” She waved his offer away.

Meanwhile, Piper busied herself with getting glasses and silverware, which she arranged on the table, grinning slyly at him when she put each fork on the left.

He caught her eye and wagged his finger, making her giggle aloud.

“What? What is it? Did I miss the joke?” Patti asked as she turned around to look at them.

“She’s hard-headed is all,” Chase explained while the girl in question tried in vain to stifle her giggles, making strange snorting noises that made her laugh all the harder.

“Oh, shush. You better not go scarin’ this one off, Chase Whitfield. I’m tired of bein’ the only woman around here, you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am. You’re comin’ in loud and clear, Ma. Loud and clear.”

Dinner that evening was quick—Chase made sure of it. Claiming he was too tired after the early morning, he ate and tended to his last chores before making a beeline for the stairs.

He heard Piper offer to help with the dishes but his mother waved her off and she too soon joined him, closing the door behind her. “Lock it,” he ordered.

She did, turning to him with a shy smile.

He patted the bed invitingly. “You ready to get that out, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered, and there was no mistaking her eagerness.

“Alright then, stick your heinie out for me.”

Piper propped herself up on the bed by her elbows, sticking her ass out toward the wall.

Chase felt his cock surge in his pants. She had never looked more inviting to him. He lifted her dress and laid the fabric across her back. He drew her panties down her buttocks and her thighs slowly, savoring the sight of her orbs being unveiled for his viewing pleasure. The angry redness of her thighs had subsided to a soft pink with faint lines. He traced them now, making her whimper.

“Tryin’ to turn me on even more? I’m already ‘bout to burst out of these pants.”

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Don’t be.” He caressed her once more on her inner thighs before turning his attention to her adorable rear. He ran his hand over each of her cheeks in turn.One day, he promised himself. “Spread your legs, angel.”

Piper obeyed instantly, even getting the exact amount of width he needed.

Quick learner indeed.“This is gonna hurt, but just for a second. Then you’ll feel a lot better.” He was as quick as he could be without hurting her unnecessarily, wincing when she cried out.When did that happen? When did I start feelin’ her pain like it’s mine?

“Ouch!”

“Shh, it’s okay, baby girl. Jus’ give it a minute.” He patted her back until she felt better enough to stand. He sat down on the bed and pulled her between his thighs, smiling reassuringly. “You took your punishment like a good girl. I’m proud of you.”

She started to smile, but then it faltered and she looked down at the floor. “You’re not mad at me anymore?”

His heart wrenched at her pained, girlish voice. At the same time, something in him hesitated. He couldn’t completely let her off the hook when he still harbored some doubts. The question was did his past make it hard for him to trust? Or was it because he was right?

“Piper, look at me.”

She slowly lifted her head, apprehensive green eyes staring up at him.

“I’m not mad at you. I do still feel like there’s something you’re not tellin’ me, but if you tell me you’re not hidin’ anything, then I have to take your word for it, don’t I?”

Her smile was instantaneous and bright. “Yes, Daddy.” She threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you, Daddy. I’m so glad you’re not mad at me.”

Not only was he not mad, his hard-on was demanding attention. “Are you still wet, baby?”

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