Her Biker Daddy

Chapter 6

Everly

I hold my breath as we pull up at the trailer. It looks even more decrepit after being at the clubhouse. I mean yeah, it was originally built to be a school, but his place doesn’t seem like it once you’re inside, and that’s what really matters—how you feel when you’re there. You could live in a two million dollar ‘dream home’ but if it was completely trashed inside, you’d never want someone to come over and see it. That’s the way I feel about this place.

My mother’s car isn’t here, and I can only hope that means both she and her boyfriend are gone. Mike doesn’t have his own car any longer—or a license. He lost both to drunk driving. Mom only had a car because of an old boyfriend that bought it for her when she was being sweet to him. Mine’s the one she had before that, and I only got to start using it when I turned eighteen.

Tate parks as close as he can, putting my door next to the porch as he backs in. I was surprised when I didn’t see my car when we left the clubhouse, but I won’t argue about riding in Tate’s SUV. It’s a luxury brand and for once, I didn’t feel every bump as we pulled onto the trailer park’s drive.

He comes around the back as I slip out of the car, his face a bit of a scowl and I lift my brow his way, wondering what that look is for. “You stay in the car until I get you from now on, especially if we’re somewhere that I don’t know is safe, haven’t had the chance to scope out. Understand, baby girl?”

“Yes daddy,” I state, slipping into his hold with a smile for him. “I’ve never had anyone care about my safety, so I promise, I’ll be good.”

He gives me a quick kiss then takes the keys from my hand that I’d grabbed out of my bag. I’m thankful they weren’t on the same keyring as my car keys were, or else we’d have to break in since it seems no one else is home. Although just by looking at Tate, I don’t think that’d be too hard for him to do.

“What?” he says surprising me because his attention is on the front door. “I can feel you looking at me, baby girl. Can feel the questions in your soft gaze, so tell me what they are.”

“I was just thinking that you’d probably be able to break in with ease if I didn’t have my keys. If they’d been on the same keyring as my car keys,” I admit, pulling his gaze down to me as he pushes the door open.

“That door wouldn’t be enough to keep me out if I needed to get to you. Fuck, nothing in this tin can would be. If the door wouldn’t open and your window wasn’t an option, I could likely take an ax and bust right through the side of this place to make my way in to you.”

“Probably,” I agree, letting out a quick breath of relief once more when Mike isn’t inside, and I move towards my bedroom quickly, wanting out of here as soon as possible.

“Do you have bags or boxes or a suitcase even for your stuff?” Tate asks when I pull open the drawer of the dresser to grab the things I really want to keep. My mother is a size two, whereas I’m more like a size sixteen to twenty depending on the brand. She doesn’t often try to take my stuff other than my shoes, but I made sure to keep the newer things in the dresser because I know she never gets in it. Not even to try and find cash when they need it. I don’t hide it, simply so they don’t destroy my stuff while searching for it. Well, don’t hide all of it, because I also don’t let them get their hands on everything either.

“I’ve got a couple old bookbags on the shelf in there,” I tell him, pointing at the tiny sliding door of the closet. It isn’t one of those walk-in kinds. It’s barely wide enough to hold full-size hangers and that’s about it.

Tate opens it, easily finding the bags I meant with his much taller height, and I smile as he opens them, setting them on the bed so I can easily transfer stuff into them. “I have some bags in the car we use for transporting stuff. I’ll grab a couple for the rest of this.”

I nod, smiling when he drops a kiss on my lips before moving back out of the room and I move a little faster to get stuff packed up, so we can get home. It’s not even the clubhouse that feels like home. It’s Tate’s hold, the way he caresses me, loves me, and I want to be surrounded by it and none of the filth I feel when I’m here.

Tate’s almost immediately back and I smile seeing the bags he opens up on the bed. They’re like storage bags you might use for bedding and I’m sure that they’re normally used to transport guns. I can’t say I love the fact that the Reapers sell guns, but I also know the people they sell them to would find a way to get them with or without the Reapers, so in the end, whatever they do with them is on them and not the club.

I finish pulling the things out of the top drawer and it fills the first bookbag completely. I move down to the second drawer, my face flushing when Tate sees the items it contains. It reminds me of what’s in the single drawer of the nightstand, and after the first handful of little lacy bits and knee high socks are in the bag, I pull open the drawer of the nightstand and sneak out the couple of items that were in it.

“What do you think you’re hiding from daddy?” Tate asks, his arms wrapping around me after he fills one of the bags with my shoes.

“Nothing,” I tease but his hands slip down my arms, his fingers opening mine to take the items from my hands.

“Mmm, did you use this on your clit to make yourself come?” he asks, clicking the button on the bottom of the tiny little vibrator and the sound of it makes my nipples harden.

“Yes, it made them deeper than my fingers but nothing like what daddy gave me last night—this morning,” I add, giggling when pulls me up against him tight, and gives me a long, hot, slow kiss. I can feel his thickness through his jeans and my hands slip down to open them, help him.

“No,” he grunts, grabbing my hands, stilling them. “I’m not fucking you in here. Daddy might have thought about breaking into your room at night, but it was always just to steal you from it. You deserve more than to be taken on this shitty bed, baby girl.”

“That’s what I wanted too,” I sigh, resting my head on his chest until the sound of a chain reminds me of what else he’d taken from mine.

“My baby girl was being naughty without daddy, wasn’t she?” he teases as I pull back, seeing the clover nipple clamps I bought on a whim. “Do you like the way they feel on your nipples baby girl or were they a bit too hard?”

“They felt really good at the start but if I tugged on them too much, then it started to move from being a good hurt to a not so good hurt,” I admit, letting him toss the items into my bag before I go to get the rest of the things from the dresser I want to bring with me. The bottom two drawers don’t have clothes in them.

One just has some old school supplies I’d gotten from the free closet at school. My mom hadn’t cared about seeing I had notebooks and pencils, so I’d take one or two things from it every month and stash them here. I probably should give them back to the school now since I don’t need them anymore.

The second drawer is just a couple blankets I’d use during the winter when it got really cold. If I didn’t keep them hidden I know one of the boyfriends along the way would have ended up puking or peeing or bleeding on them, and then I wouldn’t have wanted to touch them again, let alone curl up in them when it was cold.

“We can play with them when we’re home. See if you like it more when it’s with daddy in charge, or if they’re just a little too much for you even with me. There are other kinds that have more of a clip type opening than the clamp type these are, which may feel better, even with a bit rougher play with them,” Tate suggests, and my entire body warms at the tone of his voice. It feels just as sweet as when he was telling me that he wants to be my daddy in everything we do, ensuring I knew what it meant, the safety that was in it with him.

I don’t think I realized just how desperately I needed that until then. Yes, I’ve been calling him daddy to myself, but that was thanks to a book I read at the library one afternoon. It was raining and I didn’t want to come home, drive in the rain because the wipers on the car suck. I slipped down to the library and browsed some books, found one that had a tame cover, but the description of it was far from it. I devoured the book in hours, sitting in a back corner so no one would bother me, and the whole way home, I just kept imaging Tate in the man’s role, taking care of my body in ways I needed in bed, and that night, when I touched myself with his imagine in my head, I orgasmed for the first time by calling him daddy. Silently of course. No way was I going to chance mom’s ex-boyfriend hearing me pleasing myself. He’d have done god only knows what to me if he knew I was interested in sex.

Being free to make noise with daddy though—that’s something I really liked. Along with the way he was taking care of me in ways outside of sex as well. Yes, there was always the money thing, but that’s wholly different from the way he just held me this morning.

“I’d like that. I think I’ll like anything with daddy,” I admit, bringing a grunt from his lips to my ears and he gives me another hot kiss, before putting me away from him.

“Pack, I want you out of here before they get back. Can’t guarantee they’ll be breathing if we’re not and they say one fucking thing out of line to you,” he grumbles, and I finish quickly with the dresser while he gets the rest of the items from the closet into those big bags.

I do a final check while he takes them out to the car, finding a couple little tidbits I missed. The room looks much the same as when we came into it. Other than the dresser drawers being open and empty and the closet doors still open at least.

“Ready?” Tate asks, letting me drop the little things into my purse as his eyes flow around the space.

“Yeah, the blankets in that drawer are old and not worth brining. There’re some unused school supplies in the other one we can drop off somewhere. I think there are some plastic bags in the kitchen under the sink.”

“I’ll grab them,” he says, and I open the drawer, taking out five notebooks, a couple folders, and some new pens and pencils as well. He holds open the bag he comes back with, then takes it so I don’t have to carry anything remotely heavy, making me smile more at the simple gesture. He puts the bag in the back with the rest of my stuff, then opens the passenger door and boosts me up into the seat, pulling a giggle from me that has his eyes darkening with desire. “It’s a big step up, don’t want my little girl to slip and hurt herself.”

“I like that daddy wants to take care of me, keep me safe even with the little things. It makes me happy.”

“Good, now, let’s get you buckled in, and we’ll run by the store on our way home,” he suggests, buckling my seat belt for me while dropping a kiss onto my forehead that makes me sigh with pleasure. That book daddy’s got nothing on mine.

He holds my hand as we head back towards town, taking the turnoff just after the Wilkens’ drive that leads right into it, and I shudder just a bit at the memory of what happened before Tate showed up rescuing me. “It’s okay, baby girl. They can’t ever hurt you again. Daddy will always come for you.”

“I know you will,” I muse, turning my gaze onto him rather than out the window as we get closer to town. I’d call it a small town, although some may argue that it’s not really that small. There’s about forty-thousand people that live around the area, but in the city limits, it’s likely more like thirty-thousand. Not that they don’t pretty much know everything that’s going on with everyone else. Which is why I call it a small town.

People are way too nosy, in everyone’s business, and there are very few secrets. My paternity being one of the only ones that’s been held close to the chest of just a select group. It’s also why most people know the Reapers run guns. Know that Hinton and some others disappeared and suspect foul play. But just like the cops are corrupt and no one really talks about it, the same thing goes for the Reapers. People know, or as least assume to know, but they don’t talk for fear of their safety.

Although I definitely feel safer with the Reapers, especially with Tate, than with any of the cops around this place. Even if some of them didn’t terrify the shit out of me by looks alone. Like Slice last night with the way he just looked at us from across the room, but this morning when he brought the food out, he didn’t seem nearly as scary. Although I’m curious about how he got the name Slice. He had some cuts on his hands that marred his smooth espresso hued skin, leaving darker marks on them, and I wonder where they came from and if they relate to his name—especially since Tate’s mentioned knives more than once.

The car slows and my brows lift curiously when we pull into the lot for our local shopping center rather than the grocery store. The old mall on the north side of town is now abandoned. The owners of it got greedy and started raising rent, so the little stores moved out and into the spots in the strip mall here. The last store in the mall closed two years ago and the place is just sitting there rotting now, while the stores down here in the shopping center seem to be thriving.

The trailer park where I lived is to the south of town, the Reapers’ clubhouse is to the east, and to the west is the major employer in the area, Jackson Distributing. If it closed, the town would likely die, which is why my ‘father’ is so desperate to keep it in his hands. If the town dies, he loses all of his power, and he’ll never let that happen.

“What are were doing here?” I ask after Tate’s parked and come around to get my door.

“I saw what you packed and what I packed. How much of it really fits your sexy little body right?” he questions, making me flush a bit because the truth is very little. “Exactly, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting my brothers see you walking around the place in those tiny little shorts that do fit. They’ll start wanting a taste of what’s mine and then I’d have to kill all of them, and then where will I be?”

“Alone in that big old place with just me—and a lot of dead, rotting bodies,” I tease lifting up to kiss him after pulling his head down my way. I love how tall he is, it makes me feel like a little girl—his little girl that he really can keep safe.

“I’d toss them out into the woods, but that might draw too many animals to come and get scraps. Which would then have us stuck in the middle of an island of wild beasts,” he returns, his arm around my waist, moving us up onto the sidewalk and towards one of the stores that does carry clothes in my size.

He steers me away from the darker color items that I usually get, and I grin when he pulls a pink dress off a rack and holds it up my way. “You like pink, but you never wear it out. Just those socks and shorts you wear around your room.”

“Everyone always said I look awful in pink. That I shouldn’t wear it because of my hair. My mom agreed with them and never would buy me the cute pink tops I wanted and if I tried to pick out something colorful, she’d snap about my weight and that I needed to wear black or blue, nothing else.”

“Which is why you only bought things she wouldn’t see you in that’s pink. What about what you’re wearing right now?” he asks, seeing a top similar to the one I’m wearing right now. It’s soft colors swirl with mixtures of baby blue and green and teal, and I nod when he holds up one my way in question.

“I bought it with daddy’s money, kept it in my bag and only wore it when I knew my mom wouldn’t see me in it,” I confess, not arguing in the least when he grabs more and more things from the racks for me. Not a single one of them is a dark shade, even if some of them are green and blue. He pulls me towards the back where the store has bralette style items with matching lace panties, and I shake my head when he takes a bralette down showing it to me. “It won’t fit. They’re too small in the cup.”

“Try one on for daddy. I think I’ll like the way they look, and they’ll just be for us,” he urges, and I can’t say no to him, so I just nod, letting him pull me back towards a fitting room. I usually don’t try stuff on in stores, just hold it up to see if it’ll marginally fit and take it home. Most of the time it does, but occasionally I’ve had to bring stuff back, but that’s been preferable than risking someone opening the door and seeing me undressed after what happened with my ‘sister’ in school.

We pass by another dress on our way to the fitting room and I sigh at the sight of it. It’s a baby pink dream, with tiered eyelet lace and little cap sleeves and I flush seeing Tate’s gaze slip over it and then onto me. “You like that one, don’t you, baby girl?”

“It’s meant for a younger teen and way too little for me,” I say with a shrug, but he stops me before we reach the fitting room area.

“Do you want something like that to wear for daddy? When it’s just us, when you can completely forget that you’re grown and can just enjoy the simplicity of being young again, in ways you never were able to?” he asks and I bite my tongue to stop from immediately saying yes, because my heart races wildly with the thought of it. “When we get home, I’ll show you some websites that sell little style things and you’ll see, some of them, are even ‘younger’ than that dress. For now, let’s try these on and see what feels best when you have it on.”

“Okay,” I agree, and my cheeks brighten when instead of just letting me go into the smaller stall by myself, he moves us into one of the larger ones and locks the door. I don’t mind at all about it when he starts to undress me, and I try on several of the outfits, loving all of them. Most are regular every day types of things that I can wear anywhere. Shorts and pants—jeans and lightweight joggers. T-shirts and tank tops and lace cardigans and kimonos that I can pair together. My favorite things though are the ones that daddy hands me to try on together. Little skirts and crop tops, a couple more sets of overalls, one another pair of denim while the second is a stretchy material and I grin when I see Tate adjusting his cock as he stares at me in them.

“Bend over and grab the bralette to try on with them,” he says, and I swallow a gasp when his hands slide under the hem of the shorts, pushing them to the side as I glance back up at him. “Oh yeah, these will work well.”

“Daddy,” I moan when his hand just teases over my pussy before he pulls his hand back, turning me to face him.

“Arms up,” he tells me after sliding the straps of the overalls off my shoulders and undoing my bra and pulling it off me. He takes the bralette from my hands and slips it over my head, settling it into place and the look in his eyes stops my comment about it being too little. My nipples are barely covered by the cup. My tits mashed together but it doesn’t seem he minds at all. Tate slips the overall top back up into place and takes a step back, just staring at me with desire filling his gaze.

“What do you think, baby girl?” he asks, turning me towards the mirror and I let out a little gasp and flush when I see myself. The bib of the overalls is just barely wide enough to keep my nipples underneath it, and with a little tug, they spill out over the top of the cup before Tate’s hands cover them from behind me. “I can come up, find you wearing this and pull these out, then push the bottoms to the side like this,” he adds, releasing one of my boobs to do just that, “and bury myself inside your sweetness with a single thrust.”

“You forgot the panties. They’re too tight for that,” I moan as his hardness rubs against my ass, making me desperate for him to take me. Right here, right now in this dressing room in the middle of town.

“Not the ones I’ll buy for you. They’ll be open here,” he teases, as his fingers run down the middle of my pussy over the material. “That way daddy can get inside you whenever he wants and you’ll never tell me no, will you, baby girl?”

“Never daddy,” I hum, shivering when he releases me, my body humming so much it hurts.

“Arms up,” he instructs after taking the overalls completely off me and I don’t argue, only shiver when he pulls me closer, his eyes holding mine. “Daddy’s going to give you what you need, but this time, you have to stay quiet. Not a sound. You don’t want anyone calling the cops on daddy for touching his little girl, do you?”

“No,” I whimper as his fingers pinch my nipples putting me on the edge almost instantly.

“Good girl, daddy likes playing with his little girl, dressing her up,” he whispers against my ear as his hand slips down my belly and straight into my panties. “Shh,” he warns as I let out a little gasp as he drags his nail over my clit. “Not a sound. You can bite daddy’s chest if you need to muffle it.”

“Oh yes daddy, please,” I whine, my lips finding his nipple and I lick it hard while his fingers delve into my pussy. It sends a wave of pleasure straight through me, and I press my face harder against his chest to stay quiet. His hand speeds up, sending me blind for a minute, and I come back as he lets out a low hiss and I realize my teeth are pressing into his skin.

“I’m sorry daddy,” I whisper, but his mouth captures mine with a hard kiss, and he sends me straight back over again, not letting me go until the little noises stop.

“You never have to apologize for biting daddy when he says you can. Only if you bite daddy’s cock when you’re not supposed to,” he teases me, his hardness pressing against my belly and I rock my hips, pressing against him harder. “If you don’t behave you’re going to end up with daddy’s cock inside you right here in this dressing room.”

“You make it sound like a bad thing, daddy,” I return, rolling my hips against him again, and almost scream when he moves faster than I imagined. I fight it back as I’m pushed face down against the bench in the space, daddy behind me, and I shiver with delight when he tears the panties straight off me. Thank god they were mine and not some I tried on or we’d have something to explain at the checkout.

“Let’s see if you’re so smug when I’m done,” Tate warns, the sound of his zipper releasing the only other thing beyond my harsh breaths, and I shudder in delight when he fills me hard and fast, his hand going over my mouth to muffle the little squeal that slips out.

The bench is thankfully bolted to the floor, and I teeter on the edge of another incredible orgasm as daddy fucks me hard. His teeth nip on my ear, until he comes hard, grunting out his pleasure into it as my body shakes, wanting to join him. The need is clawing at my skin, and I whine as he pulls his still hard cock out of me. “Daddy…”

“Good girls get rewards, little brats get lessons,” he says as he zips his pants before picking up the overall shorts I wore in here and holds them out for me. “Get dressed like a good girl unless you want a real punishment, baby.”

I slip my legs into them after just a token protest, “My panties…”

“They’re my rag now,” he replies, showing me the tatters of them and I slip into the shorts while he slips my normal bra on for me, clipping it before he holds up my shirt with a simple, “Arms up.”

I don’t begin to argue that, even though my body is still blazing with desire. I know he’s not going to let me come again. His eyes already said it, even more than his comment about brats getting lessons. I teased him into fucking me with his cock when he warned me not to, so now, this is my punishment.

“You understand now, don’t you, baby girl?” he asks, pulling me up against him when I’m dressed. “Daddy decides when and where and what kind of pleasure you get.”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be good,” I promise shaking fully when his arms envelope me, tears pricking my eyes and I don’t know why.

“Shh, daddy’s got you, baby. Daddy loves you,” he whispers against my ear and the shaking subsides although the hunger is still racing through me. “You’re still daddy’s sweet little girl. You just have to know that daddy’s always in charge and when you push daddy, there’s consequences. Right now, that is you having to wait to have this raging hunger satisfied.”

“I love you daddy,” I sigh, smiling as his lips press kisses to my eyes before he takes a step away from me, his hands holding me steady which makes me smile even more. “I’m okay. I don’t know why…”

“You were about to cry,” he guesses, and I nod, sinking into his touch as he kisses my forehead. “You thought daddy was angry with you and that scared you, I imagine. I wasn’t angry, just upset that you tried to break daddy’s rule, and thought you’d get anything you wanted because daddy’s obsessed with you. If we were home and you wanted more, needed it, it’s one thing to tease daddy, to press for it, baby girl. Out here, even though we’re in this private space, it's still in public and my first priority over my own pleasure, even yours, is to keep you safe. I knew you were hungry, and I wanted to give you that pleasure as much as you needed it, but when you pushed for more despite knowing my tone said not to, you had to learn that daddy will punish you for misbehaving. It doesn’t mean I don’t still love you just as much though, pretty girl.”

“Swear?” I ask, my heart racing with the worry I didn’t realize was there until he saw it.

“I swear, Everly. I love you, baby. But being daddy means being hard and sometimes harsh when you don’t do as you’re told—and that will include doing the opposite of what my tone is clearly indicating. Even when I am, I’ll still love you because my love is unconditional. I can’t begin to imagine a time where I won’t love you,” he promises and my heart calms back to normal and I nod, at the look in his eyes. “Are you ready to go or do you need another minute?”

“I’m okay, daddy. I love you,” I add, smiling when he wraps me in a hug, before gathering up the new clothes and leads me out of the room. There are a couple curious looks our way when they see us moving out of the fitting room, but I keep my attention on Tate, fighting a blush when he grabs a few more of the bralette and panty sets, and leads us up to the checkout.

The total blows my mind, but he just swipes his card while the cashier bags everything up, her eyes bouncing from Tate to me and back curiously. He slips his arm around me after taking the bags, leading us back to the car and I smile the whole way to the grocery store, my body still hungry for more pleasure, but also hungry for more of just him and his hold.