Her Biker Daddy

Chapter 9

Tate

I zone out for a minute as Cash finishes his monthly review of the club’s books, my mind wrapped around Everly. She’s upstairs, likely finished with her bath by now. I fucked her good and hard and dirty after she got crumbs on the bed from her snack mix.

I know she did it on purpose because she knows daddy’s rules about eating in bed. It’s only allowed if I’m the one feeding her something. She’s been goading me into testing out more punishments and I finally caved, certain that after a week she was recovered enough to handle a hard fuck.

Her ass was as red as her hair by the time I finished spanking it, and her pussy was dripping like a faucet, her breathing showed me just how close to the edge she was. I grabbed out the larger of the anal plugs I bought to help stretch her ass open so she can take me, and slid it into her tight little hole, before flipping her over, and pressing her down into the mattress. Her crop top was already showing off her amazing tits, and I grabbed her clamps, slipping them onto her tight nipples.

She only moaned when I gave the chain a little tug, making the clamps tighten a bit more, and I trailed my hand down until I could fuck her pussy, hard and fast. Every time she came on my fingers, I gave the chain another tug, but she never began to stop me, to say it was too much. The opposite really. She just kept asking for more, and I ended up buried inside her tight pussy, pounding her relentlessly, while my pussy coated fingers smacked her tits.

I had to come like mad, and I pulled out, coating her pussy, thighs, belly, and tits with it, before turning us and made her ride my cock, while I held onto the chain. Her pussy was a complete mess, dripping all over me, but it was too good to stop as she came over and over. I could feel mine building again and I gripped her waist, holding her steady before pounding up into her, and as my orgasm raced up my dick, I gave the chain a last tug. One of the clamps slipped clean off her nipple, while the other tightened completely and her sweet, pain induced blissful scream made me explode as her pussy clamped down hard around me.

She was still shuddering with it when I leaned up, trying to be as gentle as possible and removed the other clamp. It still brought a full cry to her lips, and she came around me once more, before collapsing in my hold the way that feels absolutely perfect. I love holding her, calming and comforting her, just as much as I love fucking her. It shouldn’t be possible but somehow in the past year, the need for her grew into this and now, I’ll never be able to live without both of them mixed together.

If it wasn’t for this meeting, I would still be upstairs with her. Bathing her rather than simply jumping in the shower to clean up after putting her in the tub. I left the plug in her ass to stretch her out, and tonight, I’m going to replace it with the bunny one that’s just a little bigger than it, but still smaller than my cock.

Tonka’s question about dates for the next ride so I can introduce Everly to the others that don’t come to the clubhouse regularly brings me back to the group and my jaw ticks making his brow lift. “What? We all saw her face when you two came back yesterday from the ride. She loves being on your bike so you can’t have concerns about her going on a ride with us. I’m not talking about taking her along on a run.”

“Yesterday was different,” I state crossing my arms over my chest as I scowl at the memory of our last ride.

“How? She was on the back of your bike, clinging to you, laughing her head off when we went past you on our way into town, Pres,” Spawn returns.

“We were on our roads on the property. A ride happens out there,” I remind them, jutting my chin towards town, “where there are cops that will be more than happy to make a fuss.”

“Why? No one’s found the two yet. I haven’t even heard rumors that they’ve found that the car was caught on cameras in the city,” Meyer adds. “You think Everly’s going to be scared of some cops if they try to make trouble for us on a ride because of what happened? Cause I mean, shit man, we all heard her tell Lori that you killing those two made her hot. So, her being scared of some cops when there’s all of us for protection doesn’t sound right.”

I glance down the hallway towards the front of the office space, not seeing anyone but I’m not taking chances just yet. “Close the door,” I tell Cash who’s closest and when he’s back in his seat, I look around at my brothers, knowing they have to be on board with this for it to work. “One of the reasons I didn’t immediately bring Everly home with me last year is because of what some of the others have mentioned.”

“That she’s way too fucking sweet for your rough, tatted, pierced ass?” Victors says with a chuckle, and I smirk a bit at that.

“Yeah, I knew she was innocent, could see it, but if that’s all it was, I wouldn’t have held off for so long. It’s the rest of what I saw, what she let everyone see that I was worried about,” I admit, making a few brows lift my way. “She never let that calm, happy, peaceful front slip in public. All I could see was the light that shines from her and the thought of taking that away from her with all of the shit that goes along with this life made me pause.”

“You figured she was too good for you, to be a biker’s old lady. That she’d run tail or straight to the cops if she knew how we handle disputes, or how you became Pres,” Spawn says, and I nod.

“When I saw those cops with their hands on her, I knew they were dead, even if I had to do it at another time rather than immediately, they were dead men walking already for putting their paws on her. I already knew I’d run any bastard that came near her through with my knife, so my anger was completely unleashed with what I came across. Getting Everly somewhere safe was my first priority though, and when both of them were out cold, I went to go find her, only to almost run straight over her. One taste of her lips and I wasn’t about to walk away, and she didn’t even blink an eye when I said I was going to take care of them.

“I saw a light in her eyes when I got back to her, and when she told me the truth about her mother and her boyfriends, there was no way I was letting her go. There are a few bastards I’ll be searching for, to make them disappear entirely, but that’s only the beginning,” I add seeing the looks tossed between the others. “She’s been through hell growing up. Everyone assumed her mother didn’t know who her father is, but that was a lie. She knew and threatened to tell the entire town, which resulted in her getting some money to get her through the pregnancy and when Everly was a baby. When she went back for more, he’d gotten something on her that kept her quiet, but Everly always knew who he was and was punished for it through whatever channel he could push.”

“It’s one of the bigwigs at the police department, isn’t it?” Tonka says and I shake my head surprising them. “No? I mean with the concern with the ride and cops coming for us…”

“We were at the grocery store the day after I brought her home. She was out of my sight for less than a minute before she hurried back towards me, terrified. I didn’t know what it was about, until the chief of police turned the corner all casual as shit, and I knew she was scared of something he’d done. She’s stronger than you know, but she was scared and that pissed me off, made me want to take him out right then and there, but we were in the middle of town, and I knew I couldn’t do it yet,” I admit.

“He’s not…” Meyer says, and I shake my head no again. “Thank the fuck, but what did he do then?”

“You remember what she was wearing that morning, the overall shorts,” I ask, and they nod, “she was bent over to grab a box of cookies, and he threatened to take her in for indecent exposure. Told her she could get lost in jail or sent to a prison where the guards like to have fun with the prisoners. She was shaking and admitted later that most of the bigshots in town know who her father is, and she was sure that he’d give them support if she ended up dead. The chief is one of them as well as his buddies in the department. So, as much as she was afraid that those two cops would rape her that night, she was more afraid that they’d kill her afterwards.”

“And still worried that cops might try to do it again, which is why you’re hesitant to do a ride,” Tonka says, and I confirm that statement with the lift of my chin.

“Come on, to support someone if they killed his own daughter?” Victors states, not buying it and I let out a sarcastic chuckle that just makes his brow rise higher.

“What’s one thing that someone would gladly kill for—other than love,” I add because the bastard definitely doesn’t know what that feeling is.

“Money, power, political gain,” Cash offers.

“Shit…holy shit, man,” Meyer says, and I see the knowledge in his eyes. “You can’t be fucking serious? Her father is…Adam Jackson is her father? The fucking mayor?”

“And the reason he’d gladly see her dead?” I state as the group just looks at me. “His parents left Jackson Distributing to the eldest blood child of the illustrious mayor. Everly’s nineteen, the twins are almost seventeen now. She gets recognized as his child, especially with a DNA test, the company becomes hers and the money that actually runs this town…disappears.”

“He plays poker with the chief of police, both of the county judges, six of the city councilmen…he has everyone in his back pocket,” Spawn says.

“More like in his pocketbook,” Cash states and I agree with that statement. “So, what are you going to do? I don’t see you running and hiding from the cops, Pres.”

“No, I’m not going to, but it has to be done in an intelligent way. I can’t just go run my knife through the bastards. That would get me put in jail and I’m not going to be away from Everly even if it would be worth it. The only way I can see getting her father ,” I sneer at the word, “and the cops and the rest of the crooks out of this town, is to go after the money.”

“Take the company, weaken their reach, and then lay siege to them,” Victors says with a nod. “You know we’re down for a fight, whatever it takes to protect the club—and protecting Everly, protects you.”

“Agreed,” Meyer states, but the rest of his comment is cut short by what I swear is a scream of ‘daddy’ and I’m out of my chair in a heartbeat, throwing open the door quickly.

This time, there’s no question of if I heard right. Everly’s scream rips through the quiet of the hallway and I turn the corner, moving faster than I have since I was twenty-something and running from the cops on foot. A bellow comes out of me, words unintelligible but the fury I feel is right at the edge of it.

“Dadd…” her cry is cut off as Grover shoves her up against the wall at the end of the hallway, his hand going over her mouth and I’m on him before the others hanging in the bar space we have in here can even reach the door.

“You fucking bastard!” I shout, grabbing his shoulder and swing him around, my free hand moving to steady Everly before guiding her behind me as I snap the arm he swings at me. I’m five inches taller than him, at least seventy pounds heavier, and the bone breaks as easily as a twig in the woods. Everything is painted red, and I shove him into the wall, my fist landing blow after blow to his stomach, my other hand on his throat holding him tight even as he struggles against it, trying to free himself with just one hand.

I pull him away from the concrete blocks that make up the wall, then slam him into it, his head snapping forward hard with the blow, disorienting him, and it ends his fight. He gurgles as he breathes and as much as I want to choke every last breath out of him, there’s something I need to do for my baby girl even more.

“Everly, come here, baby,” I urge her gently, keeping tight hold on the bastard as I turn my attention to her as she comes up until she’s just behind me and I reach back with my free hand, pulling her close to my side. “It’s okay, pretty girl. He’ll never see another day let alone be able to hurt you, but daddy needs to know you can keep yourself safe.”

“Daddy?” she whispers, her eyes meeting mine and the confusion there has me dropping soft kisses onto her wet eyes.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re safe because daddy’s here, daddy’s got you,” I reassure her, my hand holding onto her head gently as I lower mine her way. The idiot tries to struggle out of my grasp, but I simply tighten my hold on his neck until he stops, any attempt to speak nothing but garbled squawks. “I will always protect you, you know that, don’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes,” she whispers, shaking as I kiss her forehead.

“But sometimes daddy might not be close enough to get to you. I might not be with you if you’re in town and I have to know you can protect yourself,” I explain lifting her eyes to mine. “Daddy’s going to show you how to do that starting with this. Reach into my pocket and pull out my knife,” I instruct, forcing my cock to stay down when she does what I ask immediately. “Good girl, now open it,” I continue, my tone gentle but sure, showing her, I know what’s best as always. “Daddy’s going to get you one just like it that you’ll keep on you, so you don’t ever have to be scared to be alone. Now, come in front of daddy so I can show you how to hold it, so you don’t cut yourself on the blade.”

Everly slips up between us a bit slowly. My reach is long enough the bastard can’t try to hurt her without me retaliating, so she’s safe. I slip my hand down her arm, covering her hand and make sure she has a good grip on the knife, as I kiss her temple, letting her feel my full presence so she’s not scared to be close to the bastard again. “That’s right, you’ll need to have a firm grip on the knife, so it doesn’t slip. Flesh and muscle are tougher than you think and depending on what they’re wearing, can affect how much force you’ll need to get the knife in.”

“I don’t think…” she starts, and I nuzzle against her face, calming her back down.

“I know and it’s okay if you can’t kill,” I promise her, letting my lips kiss as much as I can reach of her face without turning her loose. “Stabbing them will usually be enough to slow them down, allow you time to get free, and if they need taken out in the end, daddy will hunt them down and do it. Knifing someone takes practice and it’s best to do it on something that would be similar to human flesh. He’s already a dead man, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t do it perfectly, if it takes several tries to get a good stab in, he’s nothing more than a practice dummy now, baby girl.”

Her body relaxes back into mine and I kiss her temple once more, guiding her hand higher with the knife. “There are a lot of places you can aim for to do damage, enough that you’ll be able to get away with ease. Depending on whether you’re standing or on the ground or in a chair, there are plenty of spots that will do just enough for you to get free, or you can easily move your aim just enough and make them fatal. If you’re aiming for damage, go with the gut as it’s the biggest target. You can hold the blade so it’s flat or standing up, but you’ll want to use an upward motion, not downward. It’s easier to fend off a knife when you can see it coming.”

I guide her arm backwards, then thrust it forward, my eyes glittering as the blade sinks into his flesh, making him croak out a cry around my hold on his throat. “If you don’t think just that’s enough to stop them, give the knife a twist and it’ll drop them to their knees.”

I turn our hands, showing her how to do it for maximum pain, and his body jerks with the agony, as we pull the blade back out of him. “Another spot that’s good to aim for, especially if someone has you on the ground, is the groin, but it’s also very easy to hit an artery, so aim closest for the nuts or just above. Jeans will need more force to get through than shorts or sweatpants,” I remind her, and with a flash I help her dig the blade into his ball sack before showing her the hit just below the bellybutton.

With each stab, her body relaxes into me more and I press kisses to her to keep her that way. I can’t completely stop the way my cock wakes, finding it sexy as hell to watch my girl stick the bastard that would have done god only knows what to her if I hadn’t been here to stop it. Her ass presses harder against me, and I nip her ear, smiling at the way her breath hitches. “That’s my good girl, it’s not so scary now, is it?”

“No, it’s not, daddy,” she agrees, and I press a kiss to her cheek before pointing the knife at the other weak spots.

“Now, if the first ones don’t stop them and it’s you or them, there are some places that make it quick. If they’re bigger than you, your best shots will be for the femoral artery. You’ll want to aim for the crook of the leg, and slice downward. They’ll bleed heavily with that type of stab so if you’re wanting something that is more likely to bleed internally than externally, go for the liver. You’ll want to hold the blade flat, so it goes in between the ribs, unless it’s a really skinny knife. You’ll aim for the right side, between the second and third, or third and fourth ribs will most likely give you a direct hit to it. A person can die in about ninety seconds from a stab there.

“If they’re on top of you and you can get your arms up, above their chest, aim for the heart and lungs, or, the carotid or jugular. If you can’t get that far in, aim for the armpit. There’s another artery there that you can cut,” I add, demonstrating with the tip of the knife of where all of the places are as the bastard slowly bleeds. “And if you find them with their back to you, even just momentarily while they try to regroup, you can aim for the back of the knee. The femoral artery runs down through there and it’s a shallow point that can easily be reached.”

“Can you help me?” she asks softly, her eyes showing no fear and I kiss her gently, rubbing her nose with mine.

“You don’t have to do it, daddy can handle it, baby,” I assure her, but her mouth comes up on mine, giving me a harder kiss that has my cock fiercely hungry, just as hungry as I am to finish this bastard.

“Help me do it, daddy,” she whispers when the kiss ends, no hesitation in her eyes and I easily give into her pleas.

“Make sure to hold it tight, blade flat,” I remind her as she lifts her hand, and when her wrist turns, I cover her hand with mine and show her the best spot to slide the knife into the liver for a kill shot. Her body sinks against mine and together we thrust it in, pulling a weak croak from the bastard. I kiss her as I pull the knife out, wiping the blade on the man’s shirt before letting him drop to the ground. I wipe my hand on my pants before lifting it up to the back of Everly’s head and give her a full kiss as I pull her up against me. The tremble that flows through her isn’t of fear, it’s hunger and I lift her into my arms to take upstairs with me.

“That’s my girl. Daddy’s good little girl,” I promise her, before looking to Meyer and the others who were there watching. “Clean up the trash.”

“Will do,” Meyer says, and I lift Everly higher in my arms, quickly making the way back to our rooms.

My eyes narrow on a box that’s on the floor of the living room, but I don’t stop until we’re in the bedroom, and I settle her onto the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of her, my eyes sliding completely over her looking for anything and everything that’s bruised or upset. Her hair is half pulled out the bun she had it in, strands of it hanging down her back. The top buttons on her blouse are hanging loose and there’s a mark on her arm that if I’d focused on earlier, would have resulted in more stabs for that bastard.

“What happened, baby girl? Tell daddy what happened so he can make it better,” I tell her gently, my hands running up and down her sides, holding her gaze as her chin trembles a bit.

“I was in the living room reading, waiting for daddy to be finished with work, when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and he was there, a sneer on his face as looked at my outfit,” she adds, and I nod, holding my tongue to not go off because I know she needs to get this out. She looks beautiful in the pink blouse and lacey white shorts, young and sweet just like she is, as my perfect little girl is. “I reached out for the box, and he just pushed his way inside, grabbed at my top and tried to rip it open. I stomped on his foot and turned to run to the bedroom, and he grabbed my hair, trying to pull me back. I stumbled, which made him hit the table and I was able to slip into the bedroom. I didn’t know if the door would hold for long, so I slipped through the closet and into the other room.”

“And out through the other door back into the hallway,” I guess, and she nods.

“He must have heard my shoes on the tile out there because he came running after me. I just wanted to get to you, but he caught up with me in the hall there…”

“Shh, it’s okay, baby girl. You did the right thing calling out for daddy. It’s over now, he’ll never be able to upset you again, and no one else in the club would risk it. Not unless they want to die,” I promise, pulling her into my arms again as I slip up to sit on the bed, leaving her straddling my lap.

“I was so scared until I saw you. Then I knew I was safe. That daddy would make him sorry for hurting his little girl,” she sighs, her face resting in my throat and my body shivers when her lips press a kiss to me there. “I didn’t think I could ever love daddy more until he showed me how to be strong.”

“I fucking loved seeing you with a bloody knife in your hand, baby, but I meant it,” I add, brushing her hair from her face as I lift her gaze up to mine, “if you can’t stomach using a knife to kill someone, can only use it to protect yourself and get away, that’s all I’ll ever ask you to do. I will hunt them to the ends of the earth to avenge you, baby. Kill anyone that deserves it, then come home and show you that you’re safe, because daddy took care of it.”

“Kiss me, daddy. Kiss me hard,” she pleads, and there’s not a chance in hell I can say no to that. My hand slips into her hair, gripping it tight, showing her with daddy it’s nothing to be scared of, before stealing her lips in a long, hard kiss that leaves has her rolling her hips against mine, making my cock twitch.

I grip the edge of the blouse and give it a hard tug, popping off the buttons because I’ll never handle seeing her in it again. I’ll buy her a dozen similar to replace it, but she’ll never wear that one again. Her tits are covered with a little lacy bralette, and I push the straps off her shoulders, sucking the hard nipple into my mouth as I palm the other one. Her hips roll against me harder and faster, and I turn us, laying her out on the bed before tugging the shorts down her thighs, groaning when I see she’s bare under them except for the plug in her ass.

I throw my shirt off, not wanting it to touch her bare skin. It could have blood on it and that will never touch her. My pants hit the floor, and I lean over her, caging her in, as I move between her thighs. I tug her ass to the end of the bed and fill her with a hard thrust. My hands grip her hips as I pound into her, her tits shaking, teasing me and I lean down, stealing one peak then the other until her pussy clamps down around me, her beautiful cry of ‘yes daddy’ makes me erupt and I drag her fully up against my chest, walking us into the bathroom when my legs are steady. Her pussy clutches at me with every step, and I turn on the shower, moving us into the stream as I push her up against the wall, taking her all over again.

“Let daddy wash you, baby,” I get out when her eyes focus on me. “I want nothing left of him on you when we leave this room. Only daddy’s touch will be on you.”

“Please daddy,” she sighs, letting me soap every inch of her, teasing her the entire time, and before the water turns off, I’ve taken her yet again.

I wrap her up in the toweling robe I bought her, letting her finish with her hair, before heading to the bedroom and strip the bed. It needed the sheets changed after this morning, but now, I toss even the comforter out. I don’t care if that bastard didn’t get in here. I want the entire space to feel different when Everly comes back in here.

I grab the gray quilt and white sheets, remaking the bed, and there’s a little smile on her face when she stops in the doorway, her eyes running over it. “Wow, gray instead of black. Am I turning you girly, daddy?” she teases, coming over to me, and I pull her tight into my arms.

“Nope, just wanted to make have something nice and clean ready for you tonight. If you want to pick out new bedding and shit for our bed, that’s fine, but no pink, no flowers, none of that stuff for in here.”

“In here…but I could pick out something different for the other room that is pink and girly?” she asks me, her teeth biting her bottom lip and I know she’s seeing some of the pictures on the websites where we’ve been ordering her more clothes. They’re outfits for daddy’s eyes only and I’ve got a plan for a room that’ll be for daddy’s eyes only as well.

“Do you want daddy to build you a very adult little girl playroom, baby? A room where you can go into and be daddy’s little girl in every way? Inside there, nothing else exists but daddy and you, and when daddy finds you in it, it means you’ll do anything your daddy tells you to do? Where if you act like a brat, daddy will give you the best punishments ever? And the word no doesn’t exist when it comes to daddy doing deliciously bad things to his little girl?” I ask, rubbing her soft skin through the robe she’s still wearing.

“Yes, please. Can we find somewhere to have something like that?” she sighs, and I pick her up, moving us through the closet and on into the other room, looking around it with new eyes.

“We could put a lock like the one on the bedroom door on the one outside here,” I suggest, moving us out into the hallway. The building was set up to have two major hallways up here, with three rows of classrooms. Most of the rooms down the middle have doors that open to either side, which is how Everly was able to get back to the one where the main door for my place opens onto.

There’s a wall that was built to block off this room and another from the rest of the hallway, but we could expand that, turn some of the other rooms into bedrooms for any kids we have. That would leave this room as our playroom. We could open the living room wall up, so there’s a doorway into this side, and turn the regular guest room into a nursery.

The idea has my cock waking again and I walk Everly through the space, making suggestions before we slip back into what will be our playroom. I ask her what she’d want in it, committing it all to memory so I can make it happen to surprise her. For now, I simply need her in my arms for the rest of the day.