Her Biker Daddy

Chapter 7

Tate

M y cock throbs as Everly’s hips swish in her overalls that look so good on her. I can’t get the way she looked in the others out of my head, especially with her nipples falling out of that little top, and the wetness from her pussy showing on her panties. I’m just as keyed up as I left her, want nothing more than to pull her into the bathroom and finish what I started, but the hell if I’m going to let anyone see her perfection. I know we’ll get the cops called on us if I try to fuck her right now, and they’d be more than happy to take me in for indecent exposure or lewd acts.

And if a single one of them touched my girl, I’d put them down in an instant, which would mean having to get the hell out of here with Everly just as fast. Like hell I want to be on the run with her for the rest of my life or wind up in jail away from her for it, which means I have to control what happens. Have to control my little girl like a good daddy does.

That part is the only thing that’s keeping me sane as we head up and down the aisles of the store, getting the snacks and food that we’ll keep upstairs in our place. Main meals we’ll do with the club for the most part, but if there’s anything my girl wants to have on hand, I’ll see she gets it. I grin when she pulls some fruit cups off the shelf and puts it in the cart without looking to me for approval. She did for the first couple aisles until I kissed her long and hard, telling her to get anything she wanted. That she had no limit on how much it cost, how much she was getting, or what it was. There’s nothing that I’ll limit her from eating. That’s not the control over her I want—unless we’re playing and daddy won’t let her have a treat or candy until she eats what daddy gives her like a good girl.

“Oh, I’ll be right back,” she says, leaning over to give me a quick kiss then hurries back down the aisle and around the corner. I’m pretty sure she’s grabbing the cookies she eyed but walked past on the last one, so I stay where I am, and grab a couple more of the fruit cups I saw her debating between.

I settle them into the cart and move back to push it forward, my brows furling seeing the paleness on Everly’s face as she hurries back up the aisle to me. The cookies that I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist in her hand, but she doesn’t smile when she puts them in the cart, slipping into my arms quickly. “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

Her face turns into my chest, a shudder running through her, and I hold her tighter, my head swiveling left and right, looking for an explanation to her fear. My jaw tightens when a man comes around it at a leisurely pace, the uniform giving me a good idea of what’s going on, and it grows more when I see the man’s face. The fucking chief of police. The worst of the corrupt asses in town, other than her ‘father’ at least.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. Daddy’s got you,” I whisper against her ear, my hand moving up and down her back, trying to comfort her, calm her. I move us so I can get us off the aisle and keep Everly tight against me, until we’re out of sight of the bastard for the moment. “Everly, baby, what happened? Did he say something to you?” I ask, pulling her sweet face up my way, the fear in her eyes urging me to do some serious damage.

“I hate him. So much,” she sighs, her hands settling onto my chest and I nod, rubbing her back again so she’ll keep going. “I was grabbing the cookies, thinking they’d be good with a fruit pudding or fruit yogurt parfait. They were on the bottom shelf, so I’d bent over and that’s when…”

“What baby girl? Did he touch you?” I ask, forcing my tone to stay even although what I really want is to bury my knife in the man for upsetting my girl.

“No, but he said my shorts were indecent and if I wasn’t careful, he’d take me to jail for wearing them. Then stepped closer and added that it’d be really easy for me to get lost in a prison, sent to the wrong one, and find myself surrounded by guards that enjoyed extra flesh,” she gets out, barely breathing, and my body blazes with fury even higher than last night.

I remind myself over and over that we’re in the middle of the grocery store, in the middle of town, and I can’t kill him, no matter how much I want. I can’t kill him here.

Doesn’t mean I can’t kill him somewhere else. I just need a way to get him outside of town, without witnesses and backup. Without cameras. Then I can kill him.

“It’s okay, baby girl. He’ll never lay a hand on you.” I press kisses to her face until she stops shaking and watch the bastard as he passes by the end of the aisle we’re on, his eyes narrowing when he sees the hold I have on her. I’ve no doubt that the two last night knew who she was now. That they weren’t going to let her walk away when they were done. No, if they didn’t kill her after raping her, they’d have called this bastard and gotten her out of town, or at least out of public.

If I had any questions as to what we needed to do, they’re all answered now. The corrupt cops, and judges, and mayor, and city council all need to be taken down—taken out. It’s time the Reapers stopped hiding from the fight. It’s time to lay siege on anyone that has it out for us, and Everly.

“He’s gone,” I reassure Everly after the man’s walked out of the store, keeping her in my arms as we finish our shopping. I grab anything she looks at, not letting her argue, and distract her at the register when the total comes up by giving her a ten dollar bill, telling her to buy whatever candy she wants from the shelf while my card processes the purchase.

She grabs a Snickers, KitKat, and Reeses and pays for them, smiling up at me when she deposits the change in her pocket, her eyes bright once more as she glances up at me with a teasing light in them. She moves forward to reach me and the cart, her hips swishing as she moves again, and if she hadn’t been terrified by that bastard, I’d spank her little ass for acting like a brat ‘keeping daddy’s money’ but I’d much rather see her easing into those waters than having that terror in her eyes again.

I wait until we’re outside, then hook my finger through the beltloop on the back on her overalls, pulling her back up against me with a warning, “Careful baby girl, you know better than to act smug around daddy.”

“But you love me anyway,” she counters, smiling a bit more, and I settle her into the passenger seat, giving her a thorough kiss that has her moaning when I pull back.

“Yes, I love you even when you start to act bratty. One of these days daddy will show you just how far you can push it before you end up with a very sore bottom,” I add, starting the car so the AC comes on and I know she’s safe while I load the groceries.

Her eyes are still glowing when I slip in behind the wheel and we head back towards the clubhouse as I wait for her to ask the question in her gaze. She opens the Reeses and turns my way, holding it up for me to take a bite and I don’t hesitate.

“I know they’re daddy’s favorite. You only ever get Reeses pie or milkshake when you come into the diner for lunch or dinner,” she says when I hesitate on the second cup she holds out for me. “I like KitKats and Snickers ten times more, bought these for daddy.”

“Being a sweet girl so I forget the brattiness of keeping the change?” I tease, before eating the second one, my heart becoming hers even more with the simple gesture.

“Maybe…”

“Ask your question, Everly. There’s nothing you can’t ask me. Well, nothing I’ll get angry or annoyed by you asking other than for daddy to let you go, or to let another person play with my little girl,” I add, and the way her cheeks heat, has my cock pulsing and I shift a bit to be able to drive comfortably.

“What did you mean when you said I’d end up with a sore bottom?” she asks, and I grab her hand that’s playing with the hem of her shorts, bringing it to my mouth and kiss her palm. She bites her bottom lip, squirming in her seat, and I know the hunger from earlier is growing once more inside her. The chief of police might have sent her into a different state of mind, but the hunger never really faded.

“When you’re being just a bit bratty, it’ll be spankings. The intensity of them will grow based on how bratty you are, and when you really push it, or break the rules, daddy will not only spank your ass red, he’ll take it hard and rough, leaving you unsatisfied until you come to daddy asking for forgiveness.” Her little gasp of breath isn’t from fright, no, the breathiness of the little moan underneath it proving her hunger is quickly bubbling to the surface. “Daddy will always forgive his little girl, but she’ll have to earn it. Some days that will mean you on your knees taking every inch of me down your throat. Other days it will mean spreading that sore bottom open for me to keep taking without a single complaint or protest. Daddy will only take it hard again if you were a really big brat and I know you’ll only truly learn to behave by making the pain linger.”

“Daddy…you’re so big,” she cries, shivering in her seat, and I kiss her palm again, before resting it on my hard cock.

“Just means I’ll be able to really punish you when you’re wrong then, doesn’t it?” I tease her, then tease myself by having her stroke my cock through my jeans. “When we get inside the garage, you’re going to lean over here and suck daddy off to say thank you for your new clothes and all the yummy goodies I bought you.”

“Please daddy,” she hums, her eyes excited for it, and I fight to keep my focus on the road the rest of the way to the clubhouse. It’s not going to take long for me to come, and the garage is a welcome sight as I pull around the side of the building. It’s the original shop that was built for the school’s trade program, and holds both bikes and cars for me, Meyer, Spawn, Victors, Cash, and Tonka as the ranks of the club.

Victors is our sergeant at arms, responsible for keeping our personal weapons and backup in ready order, in addition to ensuring orders are carried out. He works closest with Spawn who took over as Enforcer when I stepped up to be president. Tonka is our road captain, he helps plan our runs and sees that our bikes are in top condition on them, then works with Bolts at the garage when we’re home.

None of them should be here or coming into the garage soon, so I have no worries about what I plan to do to my girl when she’s gotten me off.

I turn off the car, closing the garage door then push the car door open so the air that runs through the garage will keep us from sweltering in the heat of the day. Everly’s hands already have my zipper down and my cock springing free by the time I’ve opened the door, and my attention slides down to her as her mouth slides over my cock, teasing every last inch of it with her tongue. “Fuck, that’s it, baby girl. Suck it good.”

“Mmm…yes daddy,” she mumbles around my thickness, not releasing me, and I smile, seeing the hunger in her eyes for it—to give me pleasure.

My breath leaves my lips with a hiss as she swallows around me, the feel of her throat teasing the head of my cock, and when she moans, it’s too much. I come with a rapid fire, choking her with force which only makes me want to fuck her more when laces of my cum land on her neck and chin.

I bring her face to mine, licking the cum off her chin before sliding it into her mouth, and she steals it off my tongue with hers, while I rub the rest into her skin as I hold onto her throat. “That’s daddy’s good girl.”

“Do you need more, daddy?” she asks, her hand wrapping around my still aching cock, and I hiss out a breath to keep from coming instantly at her touch.

“Yes, but not with your hand or your sweet mouth. Get in the backseat,” I tell her, lifting her out of the car over me. Her face flushes but she reaches for the handle of the backdoor and I climb out after her, leaving it open as she slips up into the bucket seat, her eyes looking to me for more. “Slip into the other one,” I urge her, waiting until she’s sitting in it to release the latch that lets it swivel, turning it until it’s facing into the vehicle rather than forward, and set it, as she holds the armrests tight.

“What on earth…” she gasps when I push the other one so it’s facing the back row, giving me more room to maneuver.

“Custom set up the guys did. They move so we can store goods without anyone seeing the latches unless both seats are in the correct spot. If we have a big enough cache we’re going after, we take a big moving vehicle, but most of the time, they’re more likely to draw attention than a normal looking SUV might, especially if bikes are sticking close to it.”

“So, it’s not just to get girls in the back of to play with?” she asks, her cheeks bright with color, and I brush a kiss over her lips, holding her gaze to answer her.

“I haven’t slept with a woman in nine years, baby girl. You’re the first I’ve had since joining the club. The only one I’ll have from here forward. Other women mean nothing to me. Just you. Now, what has daddy told you about eating in daddy’s car and making a mess?” I add, glancing at the tiny little spots of melted chocolate on her shorts with a grin.

“Not to,” she replies with ease, coming right along with me and I nod, lifting a brow at her, waiting. “I’m sorry daddy, I won’t do it again.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that. Take the soiled mess off,” I state, and her hands slip to the straps and undoes one then the other, letting the bib drop. Her top half is still covered with her shirt, but her bottom half is bared when she slips the shorts off, and her knees press together as she looks up at me, her cheeks bright, such an innocent look in her eyes.

“Where are your panties, little girl? You know better than to go running around with your bottom bare. Did you let the boys see you like this, the way you show it off for daddy? Is that how you got money for the chocolate?” I question, and she doesn’t even blink an eye at them.

“No, daddy said to never let anyone else see my bottom. I wouldn’t disobey my daddy,” she counters innocently, and I smile, pressing a hand between her thighs, pushing them open while tugging her ass to the edge of the seat.

“You disobeyed by eating chocolate in daddy’s car, so how do I know you’re telling the truth? How do I know you didn’t let someone else touch you here,” I demand, cupping her pussy tightly, making her gasp. “Touch what belongs to daddy?”

“Because I love my daddy and would never disobey that rule,” she answers, “but daddy can tell I still belong to just him, can’t he? Daddy can tell I only know his love.”

“Let’s see,” I tease, pushing my cock deep into her as I hold her still on the edge of the seat. “Mmm, yeah, it’s still shaped just for me,” I groan as she squirms under me.

“I was your good girl. I’m always your good girl, daddy,” she whines as I keep her thighs pressed wide open against the seat, thrusting shallowly in and out while keeping off her sweet spots, wanting to drag it out.

“Good girls don’t make a mess in daddy’s car. They don’t sneak chocolate when daddy tells them not to, and they don’t walk around with bare bottoms, wearing shorts that anyone could take off them without daddy’s permission.”

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ll do better, I promise,” she cries wiggling her hips to get the needed stimulation, but I’ve got a tight hold on her and I don’t let her go.

“Yes, you will, but right now, you’ll accept your punishment for what you’ve done, and when you’ve leant your lesson, then daddy will remind you how good it feels when you let daddy touch you,” I state, pulling a cry from her that has me on edge, but it’s nothing compared to how good her pussy feels wrapped around me as she struggles a bit against my hold. Fuck, I’m going to have to talk to her about the rest soon. I can’t imagine not having a time where I can do anything and everything to my girl while she struggles to get free, to stop it—all with her consent to it beforehand.

I pick up speed, shifting so I’m grazing her g-spot as my orgasm races down my spine, and she screams in my ear as I come, flooding her with cum, and I hold her still until my cock stops spewing. Her whine as I pull out just makes me smile and I grab her panties out of my pocket, cleaning her up before slipping her shorts back onto her as her eyes stare up at me with wonder.

“Daddy…” she huffs, and I laugh, pulling her out of the car with me, and give her ass a spank. “You enjoy this, don’t you?”

“Leaving you hungry and unsatisfied?” I state and her shoulder lifts a bit. “Earlier was so you’d learn not to push when I tell you no. This time it’s for your pleasure baby.”

“How is leaving me without for my pleasure?” she asks as I grab out the groceries first. She takes the bookbags and I don’t argue that, or when she grabs the smaller bag from the store.

“I’ll come back for the rest later,” I promise, dropping a kiss onto her lips before moving us towards the door. “As for the other thing,” I add as a couple guys give us nods in the hallway, “it’s so when I let you come later, it’ll feel so much stronger. I’m going to spend the rest of the afternoon teasing you, building it up, and by the time I get inside you later tonight, you’re going to go off like a top.”

“Really?” she asks, and I nod, dropping a kiss onto her lips as we reach the steps. “Okay, but does that mean I can’t pout about it, daddy?”

“You can pout and try to tease me into changing my mind all you want this afternoon without punishment, but you won’t break me.”

“Okay,” she says, smiling a hint more and we move down to our rooms, and I unlock the door, ushering her inside. I drop off the groceries in the kitchenette, then take her bags to the bedroom, grabbing the extra key out of nightstand before moving her back to the door.

“This will unlock the door if the battery dies or for some reason it won’t accept your print,” I tell her, showing her where the keyhole is, before programming her prints into it. “I trust my brothers to an extent, but this keeps both them out when I don’t want company and ensures the club girls don’t come near my bed.”

“Club girls?” she questions, and I nod, settling her onto a chair before unloading the groceries as I explain things to her. “So, they don’t have any say in what happens to them?”

“They know what they’re getting into when they come out looking for sex or help. A couple of them came here to leave the jackasses they were dating or married to that beat them. The club agreed to help but they became property of the club. A couple of the others were hooking up in the city and figured it was safer to chain themselves to the club than to their pimps. Some of the girls just like to fuck and don’t care with who. Any of them are free to leave at any time, but leaving means they don’t have any protection any longer, nowhere to live. They’ll have to fend for themselves entirely.”

“I…” Her face scrunches up and I lean over, giving her a soft kiss, stroking her chin seeing the confusion still in her eyes.

“It’s the way of life of most clubs, baby. Women flock to them for whatever reasons. Some want to become old ladies…it’s what we call a committed woman. A wife, serious, or longtime girlfriend. Some clubs hand out the title of old lady to close friends of the club, but for us it means someone that’s taken. Other men are to keep their eyes and hands off of her, because they belong to a brother—or sometime brothers. One of the other clubs we occasionally join up with if we need backup on runs has two guys that share an old lady. The three of them are a couple.”

“Like all three have sex with each other, even the guys?” she asks, her eyes wide with shock and I chuckle, giving her a soft kiss and nod.

“A couple of the guys here enjoy doubling up with a girl, so it’s not unheard of for club members to share a woman at the same time or even be bi-sexual and enjoy whatever they want, baby. We’ve got a few members that are gay. In fact, Cash our treasurer, is. He hasn’t brought anyone around, but we all know and not one of the guys says shit about it. But far as things go here, only a handful of the patches have old ladies. Some only date girls outside of the club, others only sleep with the club girls. When a member takes on an old lady, they get a cut with a property of patch. Yours has two,” I tell her, enjoying the way her eyes widen in shock at that information. “It’s in my closet ready and waiting for our next ride.”

“What do the patches say?” she asks, her voice a little breathless, but the look in her eyes in the same kindling fire I saw every day at the diner and I’m going to enjoy flaming it even higher.

“The first says ‘Property of Steel Reapers Pres’ since that’s my title and what most of the guys call me now. When I first became a patch, my road name was Fate. Maybe not most clever thing they could come up with considering my name’s Tate, but it was mostly meant as a reminder that testing me was putting their fate in my hands. I’ve never shied away from doing what’s needed. Not before or since I joined the club. I’ve killed and don’t regret a single life I’ve taken. Your second patch says ‘Property of Fate’ with the club’s logo. If we go on rides or meet up with others at rallies and summits, you’ll wear it, to show others there that you belong to me, not the club like the club girls, but to me . Touching another club’s old lady is like threatening war. Touching a club’s president’s old lady, is suicide.”

“So, the club girls belong to the entire club and any of them can have them if they want them. What if they don’t want that specific man?” she asks, and I kiss her forehead where it’s furled. “Do they go on rides or to rallies with you all?”

“Sometimes, when they do, they have cuts they wear that show they’re ours with Property of Steel Reapers MC patches on them. Yes, other guys from other clubs can take a liking to them. We’ve traded girls at rallies before and there might have been some hesitation on the girls’ part, but they give up some of their freedoms in order to be under the club’s protection. For the most part, they really don’t care who they’re with as long as it’s a patch,” I add when her eyes still show disbelief, and I love how innocent she really is about others that seem to enjoy sex in mass quantities. “They can refuse a prospect, but not a patch unless that patch has caused them harm before, which has only happened once. Usually if a patch harms even a club girl, bodily hurts them, they’re out because we don’t keep psychopaths as part of the club.

“The only exception was when Turner’s girlfriend broke up with him and he got wasted. He was having sex with a club girl, had her on top of him, and he drunkenly forgot he’d initiated it and knocked her off him. He tossed her around, banged her up before she could get out of the room, and the others got him under control. He was disgusted with himself when he sobered up, saw what he’d done, which is the only reason we let him stay. He signed a contract saying he wouldn’t drink anymore or raise a fist to any woman. If he got drunk or even tried to hit someone, he’d be out of the club.”

“I could never…” she begins, and I can’t stop the laugh that slips up, giving her a kiss as her eyes narrow on me slightly.

“I know, baby girl. That’s part of why I want you. You can ask some of the patches and they’ll tell you, club girls, and girls like them, got old a long time ago. That’s why some of them only date girls outside of the club. When I was twenty, sure, I didn’t give a damn if the girl I did was doing someone else, but as I got older, I got more selective, until I reached a point where I didn’t think I’d ever find someone that would match what I wanted. Until I found you, but you were so innocent when it came to sex especially, and you never let that front slip to show your real pain, that I didn’t think I could dare corrupt you. As for the club girls, why don’t you hold off on tarring us as to how they’re treated until you’ve actually met some of them,” I suggest, knowing for certain she’ll hate Lori. The woman’s tried everything to get into my pants, including picking my old lock which is why I have the electronic one now. I’d have sent her packing if some of the others weren’t so appreciative of her prowess and voted down the proposal. She won’t get close enough to touch Everly, I’ll see to it.

“Okay, as long as I only belong to you and you only belong to me, I guess it doesn’t really matter what other adults decide to do,” she says and I nod, lifting her into my arms and carry her back into the bedroom to unpack her bags.

“You can have the top two drawers on the left side of the dresser and as much of the closet as you want. I don’t keep much that needs hung up and most of my stuff fits in the dresser and cabinet. If we need more storage, another dresser or cabinet, just tell me, baby girl. It’s easy to get what we need built with the club at hand.”

“I’m sure that’ll be more than enough,” she says with a laugh, pulling open the top drawer of the dresser I said was hers and she stops, her eyes turning back towards me as she sees the presents meant for both of us in there already.

“I told you I didn’t buy you clothes, just more of your knee high socks and little nighties,” I state, as she turns my way with the item that’s not either of those two things. “My little girl doesn’t want to dress up as a bunny for daddy?”

“This is a…”

“Butt plug, yeah, and trust me, baby girl, you’ll be glad I bought it when I take your ass with my cock the first time. This will help stretch you so you can take me without being in the bad kind of pain,” I tell her, enjoying the way her eyes darken, the fear and shock fading, replaced with hunger and I know I’ll get to see her wearing those knee highs, with the corset top, and bunny plug very soon.