Her Biker Daddy

Chapter 5

Tate

I move down the steps spying a handful of guys already up and moving. A couple seem surprised that I’m not already gone since it’s already past eight, and most days I’m in town by seven if I know Everly’s working. Even if they don’t know that I go for her, they know I’m in town for something. One of the guys is Bolts and I head towards him rather than go out looking for Everly’s car.

“Hey Pres,” he says, drawing attention of a few others my way. Most of them weren’t here last night when I almost took out Crater for calling my girl hot.

Yes, she’s fucking hot. Sexy as all get out and also beautiful and sweet, but no one else gets to say shit like that about her, let alone look at her like they want to fuck her. She belongs to me, and they’ll all quickly learn not to eye her.

“Did you find a bag in the back of Everly’s car?” I ask him as Meyer heads towards us. I’m surprised he’s up this early—or maybe he’s yet to go to sleep from the look of him.

“There wasn’t anything in the trunk,” Bolts says.

“You don’t think the cops stole something from her do you?” Meyer asks and I shake my head no calming him for some reason. “Thank the fuck because if you went after the guys that stripped her car like you did those cops…”

“Huh?” Cash says looking amongst our group. He handles the books for all of our legit businesses, which includes a garage that Bolts and Tonka work at, which is why they’re up earlier than most of the others in the club.

“Pres brought home a…”

Bolts stops, looking to me and a smile settles onto my lips as I tell them, “I brought Everly home with me last night after two of the asshole cops thought they could put their hands on her, try to rape her and get away with it.”

“The carnage is worse than anything he did to Hinton and the others,” Meyer expands sending Cash’s brow upwards in silent question. “Trust me, you don’t want that shit in your head. A bottle of whiskey still didn’t get it out of mine.”

“Not sorry for teaching those bastards what hell looks like before they landed there,” I state with a shrug. “Everly is mine.”

“The girl from the diner?” Cash asks and I nod, making him shake his head.

“What?” I demand, lifting my chin, daring him to say a fucking word against her.

“Nah man, just didn’t realize it was the girl you were going there for the last year for,” he states. “Never expected you to wait that long if there was a woman you wanted to claim.”

“I wouldn’t have, but I didn’t want to tarnish her sweetness—pull her into the shitstorm with the cops and down into the darkness. When I saw her car abandoned, her purse and phone still in it, I knew something happened and I wasn’t going to leave a single speck of this town unchecked. If I hadn’t found her when I did, I’d have had all of you up and looking for her last night. Instead, I found two dead men off on the Wilkens drive with their hands on her. Between that and the rest of what she told me, not a chance in hell was I letting her go. If I’d known she was already in the middle of the shitstorm with the cops, she’d have been here with me the entire time.”

“So what bag is she missing?” Meyer asks when Cash just nods, the curious look in his eyes matches Bolts and Meyer’s as well and I’ll fill them in once I’ve gotten Everly dressed and fed.

“Not missing, she has a bag of extra clothes in the backseat of her car, not the trunk,” I add and Bolts nods in understanding. “The cops ripped her work uniform so she can’t wear it. My pants are too long for her and she’s not walking around in just my shirt. Most of the club girls don’t have her curves, and I wouldn’t want anything that touches them on her anyway.”

“I’ll go check for it. The tire’s shot, all of them are, so I figured we’d need to take it to the garage to replace them, so I left the keys in my box. We can take it over this morning if you want, Pres,” Bolts adds but I shake my head no surprising the group.

“She’s not driving that piece of shit anymore. I’ll buy her a new car if she wants one. She can drive mine whenever she needs to go if I’m not with her. She’s done with the diner so right now, that won’t be a lot of places.”

“Got it, we’ll still take the car in, see if it’s worth fixing up or just junking it,” Bolts suggests and I nod, letting him move out of the room while I turn my attention back to Meyer.

“If you’ve got something to say about the cops, say it or don’t bring it up again.”

“I’m not mad or worried about you offing them man, but a little bit of warning as to what we should have expected is all I ask for next time. I mean fucking hell, Pres, that shit wasn’t what I anticipated seeing,” he says and the slow smirk that crawls onto my lips has several others looking on in question.

“They were going to rape my woman. What would you have done if it was your girl they wanted to harm?” I return.

“Cut off their dicks,” Meyer suggests shaking his head. “I hope you didn’t get off on that shit, brother.”

“Only thing I got off on last night was claiming my girl’s virginity, making her all mine, and giving her what she needed as much as she gave me what I needed,” I tell him, lifting my chin again at the questions that hit eyes at the word virginity. I don’t give a shit if they know she was one. She’s mine and I was fucking thrilled to know there weren’t any men out there I needed to kill so they’d never again know how incredible it was to make love to—or straight out fuck—her.

“Well, you’ve got a stronger stomach than I do if you were able to get close enough to ram that thing…” Meyer stops, looking a little green and I chuckle making him glare at me in return.

“I didn’t do it to him. I made his partner do it. Any time he tried to stop, I shocked him on the dick or nuts with the cattle prod. It’s apparently a good motivator. The only thing I did to that one was give his baton a good hard kick. The other one I just pulled on a leash before putting him down like the animal he was. He tried to bring that baton down on Everly’s head, so it seemed fitting.”

“Spawn and Victors decided to split PDQ when they saw the mess, then told Crater he was damn lucky your girl got you to back down when they finally got in this morning. Said to tell you the car was caught on a red light camera heading into town. Victors was blocked from view with the temporary tint they put up, so no issues there, and then let a couple others catch him on the way to hooker row. Spawn stayed far enough back he wouldn’t get snapped in the same frame, and the car was already being eyed when he picked up Victors. Told the others that were up and still commenting on you actually being interested in a girl, let alone one that called you daddy when you were so against Hinton’s plan being hypocritical of you that they should never utter a word towards your girl that could offend either of you unless they welcomed the deepest circle of hell finding them on earth,” Meyer added giving me a head’s up.

“Difference is that Everly’s nineteen now and I don’t think of her as a little girl, even if she is my little girl. She’s not a child I’m interested in…doing,” I state unable to even utter the other words in the same sentence as a child. “She’s my baby girl, my baby, but not a child. She’s mine to take care of in the way a daddy should, but also my woman to love the way a man should. That’s the fucking difference.”

“Okay, don’t know what I just walked into, but this is the only bag in the car,” Bolts says, holding out the bookbag and I bite down on my tongue seeing it’s a pink one with a butterfly pin stuck on it.

“I just was mentioning some of the stupid comments some of the others were making after hearing Everly calling Pres daddy.”

“Ahh, stupid fuckers, got it. Well, I’m going to get to the garage, so tell Everly I said welcome,” Bolts adds before moving off, letting me take the bag up to my girl trying to cool off.

“What’s wrong?” she asks when I’m barely across the room’s threshold.

“Just some shit with a couple of the patches I’m apparently going to have to deal with. Seems they don’t understand how a man can want to have a little girl, be their daddy, but be against trafficking underage girls,” I admit, loving the fury that crosses her face.

“You’re kidding right?”

“Nope, I’ll make it clear to them what being a daddy with a little girl means and none of them will dare utter a single fucking word of it to you, baby. I promise,” I reassure her, before putting her bag in her lap with a grin her way. “It suits you.”

“I bought it with the money you left me,” she says, her face flushing and I brush a kiss onto her lips, holding her face gently. “I thought about taking it home, showing my daddy what he bought me and how much I liked it, how happy it made it to have something so pretty finally…”

“I left you the extra money so I knew you were taken care of baby, so I knew you could get anything you wanted. I love that you picked out things you wanted to show off to me, and if there’s more you’d like to do with it, we can. I’ll take you as far down as you need to give you pleasure, pretty girl. You’re naturally a submissive. You can stand up for yourself, defend yourself as you need, but that’s different from falling into a submissive role. It’s where you feel most comfortable, isn’t it? When you think of sexual and intimate moments, you need to be in the submissive role.” Everly’s eyes warm even more and she nods, crawling onto my lap and I hold her tight, knowing she needs this as much as I need to hold her. “If you want or need to lean more into that space in the majority of our life, even if it’s just for a period of time, or when certain situations arise, all you have to do is ask for it, like you did when you needed daddy to give you hints of pain to make you feel good. Okay?”

“Okay daddy,” she says with a beautiful smile, just resting in my arms. “I don’t know why but I do like the hints of pain. I always have.”

“Explain,” I demand, lifting her face up so I can see her eyes clearer.

“I used to pinch myself, normally on my arm, just to feel it. Or I’d get a rubber band or hair tie and put it on my wrist and snap it,” she says with a little shrug.

“Used to?” I ask, recalling the thing that she used to wear on her wrist when she was at the diner. I haven’t seen it in months, which makes me more curious.

“I haven’t done it since you started giving me cash tips. I haven’t felt the need to do that, just touch myself thinking about you, about telling you what I spent my money on, showing things off for you,” she expands, and I press a kiss to her forehead, enjoying her smile even more. “I would do it whenever I was worried or anxious, but lately if I felt like that, I would just think about you and the extra cash I had hidden in my purse that I knew my mother and her latest boyfriend wouldn’t find. I’d think of the things I could buy with it and how you might react seeing some of them. If you’d love them and kiss me, touch me until I came, or if you’d hate them and spank me, tell me I could never wear them in public.”

“Needing daddy to keep you safe and happy, calm you when you were feeling out of control,” I state and she nods, her cheeks brighter. “That’s what I wanted too, what I need too Everly. I need you to come to me just as much as I want you to come to me when you need something or feel something. That’s why I don’t care if you call me daddy all the time rather than just in bed or when we ‘slip into play’ like some couples might. For me, it feels right that I’m your daddy, no matter what is going on, where we are. It’s not just when it comes to the sexual part of the relationship with you and I think you’re in the same place, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” she sighs, her fingers playing with my lips and I nip at them making her giggle. “I don’t think I could ever just call you daddy when we’re having sex. I want to be able to call you daddy when we’re out shopping and I show you something. Ask if daddy likes it. I want to be able to call you daddy if I’m scared and need you. Want you to be my daddy if I’m teasing you somewhere I shouldn’t be, when I shouldn’t be.”

“You want that because it’s where you feel most like you, where you feel safest, with someone who will take over the dominant role that you can trust. That’s what I want too, baby girl. What I hope to have with you for life. There’s nothing you have to worry about when it comes to us and that, baby. A good dominant knows when and where and how far to push their partner. They know their limits and while they may push them to them, they’ll never break them for their sole pleasure, because for most dominants, it’s only pleasurable when their partner is completely safe within it. The truth is baby girl, the submissive has the true power, because they’re the ones that can always end it. Any dominant that doesn’t stop when they’re told to, isn’t a true dominant, isn’t a true partner. They’re only using that role to gain power—like the cops in this town,” I offer, seeing her desire for us grow even deeper with my words. She’s probably only read books with the themes of daddies taking care of their little girls, never delved into the world of dominants and submissives, so I want to know that she understands this if we move deeper and deeper into it.

I used to not care about the women I was with, their needs as long as I got off, but after a while, it started to get harder and harder to get off, and I didn’t understand why. That’s when I started learning of the different layers of the darker pleasures. Discovered some of my darkness came from and built upon my sexual desires and other parts of it were just from the life I’ve lived. I learnt that I needed a submissive’s consent to do whatever I desired in order to get off, but until I found Everly, the idea of being a daddy outside the bedroom never entered my mind. I never imagined looking forward to having the pleasure of indulging in the non-sexual bits of being a daddy that I’ve felt build over the past year.

Finding pieces of everything that I desire in her just makes this new need to be her daddy in everything feel natural to me too.

“Like my ‘father’,” she adds, and I nod. “You won’t get mad if I…”

“If you don’t enjoy something and want it to stop?” I guess when she pauses, giving her a kiss so she can feel my answer before I begin to say it. “No, I won’t get mad if you discover something you don’t like and don’t want to do it again. Even if it’s something I might like doing to you. If you get no pleasure out of it, no enjoyment of it, don’t consent to it, then I won’t either, baby. For me, that’s the main need—your consent for what we’re doing. Some nights I may want to take things harder, darker than we might regularly. Want to play with you in ways that others looking in might find distasteful, but I would never do it without your agreement to it. I wouldn’t get off without it. Same as last night, if you hadn’t told me I could have you, I wouldn’t have been able to come the way I did.”

“And what if I want you to do something to me you don’t want to do? You were worried that you’d hurt me,” she adds when my brows furl and I smile, giving her a soft kiss as her belly grumbles again, reminding me of the need to feed her.

“It was your first time, baby. I’ve never been with a virgin before, and I didn’t want to hurt you in any way that might make you shy away from me in the future. Yes, I was worried you were hurting when you were barely breathing, because if I never was able to have you again, I’d lose my mind. I enjoy giving pain that gives someone pleasure during sex, so if you want to explore that side of things more, I won’t ever deny you it. The only limit I have set in stone right this minute, is other men having you, touching you—women too,” I tack on, putting a blush in her cheeks I love. “I will have no problems taking you to the edge of your limits once we know where they are, baby girl. I’ll enjoy doing it too, especially if I have to take you there because you’re being a little brat and demanding something in bed going forward.”

“Is that so?” she asks, returning my grin and I nod, giving her one more kiss before moving her off my lap, enjoying her little pout.

“Careful with that bottom lip, baby. I might think you’re being a brat if you stick it out at me and spank your ass until you’re promising to be daddy’s good girl and only daddy’s good girl, and right now, you’re not ready for that,” I state, reminding myself of that fact more than even her.

“I’m not?”

“No, because when daddy’s spanking your ass, it’ll be with daddy’s cock deep in it, so until then, you’d best be daddy’s good girl. Which means getting dressed so I can feed you, then take you to get the rest of your stuff. Understand?” I question, and she nods with a smile so bright I can’t resist another taste of her lips, and I give her soft, slow kiss until I know I’m about to break. “Get dressed,” I grunt, adjusting my hard cock inside my jeans.

I don’t argue when she slips into the bathroom to dress, leaving the door open and I can see her pull out a new bra from the bag that doesn’t appear to be of the same type as the one on my floor. The reminder of it has me getting up, grabbing it to toss in the trash before throwing her shorts in the laundry hamper, while I add the uniform to the trash. She won’t ever need to wear it ever again. Well…not to work in. I might just have her bring the other one home so I can show her exactly what I’d have done with her if I’d known she’d been plagued with the dark shit.

There’s one aspect of things I’m hungry for with her, but after last night and those fucking cops, it might take a bit to draw her into that arena of play. I’m hoping we can get to it though, because the idea of doing whatever I want to my little girl makes my cock throb.

“Will this do?” Everly asks, and I turn her way, smiling at the sight of her in a pair of shorts overalls that while short, don’t show off all of her thighs. She’s wearing a short-sleeve shirt under them, it’s rainbow colors all swirled together and fuck, I can’t wait to undress her when we’re home later. She has ankle socks on with her shoes and I pull her into my arms, giving her another kiss, while my hand slips inside the overalls.

“You look perfect. If we were staying home I’d tell you to put on some of your new socks for daddy. After taking off the bra and panties so daddy could come up behind you, slip his hand in here and get his taste of your sweet pussy,” I tease, putting a flush in her cheeks I love before I pull her out of the room. I grab her purse on our way through the living room, turning back her way recalling her words from earlier about hiding cash in it, and ask her about it.

“There’s a tear in the lining. They’ll take the cash I have in it even if it’s in my room, but they haven’t found the ones I slip down into the lining.”

“How much do you have in it do you think?” I ask as we move down the steps.

“A thousand, maybe a little more. I knew it wasn’t enough to get out of here and get me somewhere to live. That if I really wanted to do that, I needed to stop spending what you gave me, but…”

“You didn’t really want to go, to leave me,” I muse, kissing her temple before we reach the dining room. “We have a few patches that can cook pretty decently so what do you want for breakfast?” I ask her as we move towards my normal table. “They’re better than the guys at the diner so don’t be shy, baby girl, tell me what you want.”

“French toast with honey and bacon,” she suggests, biting her lower lip and I tease it out of her teeth, giving her a kiss before settling her into a chair.

“I’ll be right back.” I move into the kitchen, letting them know I need French toast with a side of bacon for my girl, along with my normal breakfast, and check the cabinets for honey.

“Something you’re looking for Pres?” Slice asks as he lays down the bacon for both of our breakfasts.

“Honey, my girl wants it with her breakfast. Also, make sure to stock up on pulp free orange juice and cranberry grape juice,” I tell him knowing that’s what she prefers from seeing her at the diner.

“Check the cabinet to your left, middle shelf. Should still be good,” Slice says, and I see Jaco add the items to the shopping list.

I find the honey which looks brand new, and take it with me to put on our table, grabbing an apple juice for Everly to drink this morning, and a cup of coffee for me. She smiles when I set the honey on the table, grinning as she shakes her head at me a bit. “What?”

“A honey bear?” she teases, her smile beautiful and perfect, and I lean over, stealing it.

“I didn’t buy it, but it definitely fits you, baby girl. I told them to add some juice to the shopping list, so if there’s anything else you want to have in regular stock down here, just let me know. We can go by the store on our way home and pick up whatever you might want for upstairs.”

“Cranberry grape?” she asks me, her eyes hopeful and I kiss her nose, not caring who’s watching to see it.

“And pulp free orange juice because the guys only buy the with pulp shit,” I say with a nod, loving her smile.

“You’re the best, daddy.”

“Just for my little girl,” I assure her, and her eyes widen when she sees the plates Slice brings out to us. “Eat what you can of it, if it’s too much, it’s okay.”

“You never order that much when you come in,” Everly says, humming happily when she tries her French toast. “God…it’s so much better than the diner’s.”

“Try this,” I tell her, offering her my fork that’s piled with some hashbrowns, with a bite of fried egg on top of it, and a bite of sausage of it. She doesn’t even hesitate, and her moan as she chews, makes my cock rock hard. “Now do you see why I didn’t order a lot?”

“I do, and I’m sorry daddy.”

“Sorry for what, baby?” I ask offering her another bite.

She takes it, chewing it before answering me, “I’m sorry I didn’t let you see the truth about me—my life so you’d know I would happily come home with you, and making you eat the food there for so long.”

“Ah baby, I forgot all about the frustration and annoyance of the past year without you the moment my cock claimed your virgin cunt. You kept that safe for daddy which meant everything to me. If you want to make daddy happy right now, then eat up. If you want some of mine you can ask or just take it,” I add as she takes a bite of her bacon.

“Can I have a piece of your sausage, daddy? I can’t stand the diner’s, but this is really good,” she asks, and fucking hell, my cock throbs inside my pants. I’m on the verge of coming just from her asking for a piece of my sausage—and she didn’t even mean it in a sexual way.

I don’t know how the hell I lasted so long without her, but from here forward, I’ll never go without her again. That’s a promise, and if anyone tries to get between me and it, I’ll see it’s the last thing they ever do.