Her Biker Daddy

Chapter 10

Everly

I let out a little moan as daddy’s warm mouth wraps around my nipple, my eyes fluttering open when he gives it a bite. “Daddy, you’re not playing fair,” I whine when I feel the silk wrapped around my wrists that keep my hands from delving into his hair to hold him onto my breasts tighter.

“I know, but I have to share my little girl later today, so I need to remind her who owns every little inch of her body,” he counters, and I grin as he makes sure to inflame every last nerve ending inside me until I’m coming hard with his amazing cock in my ass.

The first time he finally took me there was amazing. After what happened with Grover, we simply loved each other, all night, and while I still had the butt plug in, he didn’t want to corrupt the memory of what he did to my ass next with any thoughts of that same day. And when I recall the first time he slipped his cock in my ass, I definitely only remember that night.

It was about a week after daddy gave me my knife, making sure it would fit in the pockets of my clothes for when I left the clubhouse. He was adamant on the rule that I could only leave it without him, if I had the knife on me, which meant only wearing the items it fit into when I was alone. I love his insistence on it. That he cares so much. After growing up with no one on my side, it’s amazing to have him, so I don’t argue it at all.

That day though, we’d gone into town, just the two of us, and ended up running into my mother at the grocery store. We were picking up more snacks for me to have in our rooms, and his arms were around me, his lips teasing my neck when she came onto the aisle where we were. She huffed and puffed, asking what I was doing, and how dare I abandon her. Then let the kicker drop when she added they were about to be evicted because I wasn’t helping pay the rent any longer.

Tate told her to kick rocks, and steered us away from her, grumbling about getting even with her and her boyfriends. I didn’t care then, and still don’t care now, what happens to them, and didn’t want our entire day ruined by her crap.

He had a sit down with the heads of the club and I’d slipped into the tub, sending daddy a ‘for his eyes only’ peek of what I was doing with the phone he bought me to replace my old cheap one. I knew it would have him hurrying up to me as soon as they finished, and I was giggling to myself when he sent back a message that said: Bed. Bare. Face down. Ass up. Now.

My heart was racing with glee when I heard him come through the doors, and I knew he was debating whether to give me more punishment or less when he saw me. I wasn’t bare, although my face was down and my ass up as he demanded. My legs were wrapped in the white knee highs with the fur, the white corset that had matching fur along the top edge and the tiny little g-string that went with it on with them, and the bunny plug he’d been teasing me with in my ass for him.

He sputtered curses the whole way across the room, and I simply giggled as I peeked over my shoulder at him. Which only spurred him on further.

He took me every which way while in the outfit until I was exhausted, ready to collapse on the bed, but oh no, daddy wasn’t done. Far from it. He stripped me entirely, putting me back up on my knees, and slid the plug out of my ass, before bringing his hand down on it with a stinging smack. He gave me my punishment for sending that photo still, but it was delightful in the best ways. Honestly, I don’t know if it really was a punishment when he made me feel so good after the spanking by taking my ass with his cock.

I think he realized that and chose to enact the rest of my punishment when I was least expecting. Having to take his thickness a second time in the middle of the night without getting an orgasm of my own. He wrapped me up tight, making sure I didn’t sneak my fingers down to play with myself, and his leg was thrown over mine so I couldn’t rub against him at all, which had me super hungry in the morning.

He simply kissed me, then got us up and dressed to go down for breakfast, then spent the rest of the day in the company of the club. It was late after dinner before he brought me back upstairs then finally gave me what I needed, reminding me of our second day together, and the smirk on his lips when I came down told me that was exactly his intent.

I let out a little squeal as he brings me into the bathroom, making sure not to drench my hair as we wash off, before picking out my outfit for the day. Something he’s been doing more and more of, which only makes me want him that much more.

He always picks out outfits that let me lean into the girly side of things, but it’s things I can easily wear in front of the club or out in public without getting disgusted side-eyes. Some of my favorite outfits that he’s bought me are the ones that definitely would get those second and third looks, and I love putting them on to tease daddy.

Today though, we’re meeting up with a lawyer from a club that’s based out of the city that they run with when they need extra support, or if there’s a large shipment that one of the clubs alone couldn’t manage to quickly offload. He’s coming to town to file paperwork to get the DNA test court ordered, by filing a claim against the Jackson estate to take control of the company. We don’t know exactly how they’ll react to it, but after weeks of discussions, we’ve all agreed it’s the only way to go.

Anytime we’re in town, we’re harassed by one of the cops my ‘father’ has in his pocket. The chief has tried to detain us at least three times, and I know the only reason Tate didn’t take a swing at him this last one, is because I wrapped my arms around him from behind, pressing up against his back and asked daddy to take me home.

We’re prepared for backlash, for cops to try and pull over the club members, so they’ve all been warned to keep things legal until the situation is handled. Most of the guys didn’t have a problem with it when they were told last night what was coming, but a few have grumbled about women messing everything up. Tate just ignored them, telling me they were some of the ones that wouldn’t even date outside the club. Mostly women hating bachelors and to just ignore them.

It’s easy to do that when I don’t go around them without Tate usually. Normally if he’s busy, I’ll head back up to our rooms, or I’ll head over to the library and play on the computer or browse the books they’ve collected. Most of them aren’t ones I’d enjoy, but some of the club girls have apparently been readers and there are some pretty hot romance books in the place.

Most of the club girls give me a wide berth, but I’m on friendly terms with Andrea and Mona. Both of them came to the club for help getting away from abusive relationships and neither want the entanglement of another. They both like sex though, so being club girls works for them.

The one thing that I’m happiest about, other than daddy killing Grover—or us doing it together, which doesn’t weigh on me at all—is that Lori is no longer allowed anywhere near the club house, on the property, or to be called property of the club. She had the audacity to follow Tate into the bathroom a little over two weeks ago and grab his cock before he could zip his pants, trying to make him hard, and he lost his shit. I only kept mine because of just how hot he was. If Spawn hadn’t drug her out by her hair I think he’d have buried his knife in her for what she did.

He didn’t care what the others said any longer, told the ones that tried to get him to back down that they could fuck her if they wanted, but they couldn’t do it there, and that if they tried to bring her back onto the property, they’d be out of the club as well. Last I heard, she was living in one of the trailer parks and was begging one of the guys to make her his old lady so she could come back. Tate’s threat about them being kicked out won and most of them have given her up, moving onto the other club girls to get whatever fill they want.

I smile as Tate brushes a kiss to my temple when we settle in for breakfast. Unless I ask for something before we get here, daddy’s taken to ordering for me, and somehow, it always hits the spot, so I grin when he asks for French toast and sausage scramble for me.

“Got to make sure my girl’s fed well today,” he says, dropping another kiss on my temple, and I lean against him in the new seat he brought in. It’s not a bench, but a double-chair with a single curved back, and it’s perfect so I can be close but not always have to be on his lap.

Yes, I love being on his lap most, but when he’s not feeding me, I like to sit on my own, so I don’t get in his way. We have new chairs or spots in most of the common areas. There’s an overstuffed recliner in the theater that we use when we watch movies on the giant screen hung on the stage. And a love seat in the bar that’s ours. The others aren’t allowed to sit in them, or have sex on them, so I don’t have to wonder who got up to what and where.

I was right about there being a gym. The guys finished it, putting up basketball hoops, and filled the weight room with whatever equipment they wanted, and watching daddy work out always makes me hungry for him.

There’s another wing of the school that wasn’t finished and for the most part, it’s now just a huge open space. The walls for classrooms were already erected but not completely finished, so it doesn’t really have a purpose, unlike the rest of the rooms along the first floor which are pretty much all bedrooms. The second floor they turned into suites for the ranking members or those that have been around longest, so it’s no surprise to run into guys any which way you turn. Thankfully, it seems the concrete blocks block out most noises, so I don’t hear if they’re doing dirty things, but it also means they can’t hear when daddy and I get loud.

The food is amazing as usual, and I do my best to relax as we head towards the offices to wait for the lawyer to arrive.

Cash is inside already working on the books for all of the businesses the club owns, and he shoots me a smile and a nod when Tate isn’t looking. Out of all of the other ranks, he’s the one I’ve gotten to know most, in the last month. He’s like a big brother to me now and teases me in ways that Tate doesn’t mind. He always leaves me with Cash or Meyer if he needs to leave the room for just a few minutes, but I like it when it’s Cash more—and not just because I know he’s not interested in me sexually whereas Meyer might be if he wanted to risk his neck against Tate.

No, it’s because Cash is way closer to my age and more like me in terms of what we enjoy in a sexual relationship. Meyer is older than daddy and only enjoys easy sex, whereas Cash is only twenty-five, which surprised me to learn since he handles the books for the whole club. His father was a member which had Cash around the club most of his life and he was naturally drawn into the club when he was eighteen, taking over for his dad when he died unexpectedly of a heart attack one night two years ago.

He found me in the library a little over a week ago just browsing the internet. Mostly I was looking at things for the playroom daddy’s going to build us and he just chuckled, before showing me a different site that had some more quality made items that would last longer than the plastic ones I’d found.

His comment about wanting to find his own daddy got us talking, which led to a discussion I didn’t tell Tate about, not sure if he’d approve. It’s a risk to Cash if things go wrong, but a potential victory for us if they go right, which Cash said was worth it, if it meant being able to take down the chief of police.

Always being the one that is punished at school meant being forced to deal with the creep more than I’d have ever liked, but it also left me privy to some information that would likely get him and his friends the death penalty if it got out. The only problem was being able to get someone to take it seriously when I didn’t have any proof and no bodies to go along with the crimes I know they’ve committed.

My conscious wants him found out and punished for doing things that daddy’s also done—that I helped do with daddy—but when it comes to the heart of it, what daddy did was warranted. What the chief’s done, isn’t. It’s vile and heartless and he deserves to burn in hell for it. Whereas daddy only punished the guilty. The cops and Grover that tried or wanted to rape me. Hinton and the others that wanted to traffic kids. They all deserved to die, but the guys that the chief has killed didn’t.

I saw the missing posters of the ones he had pictures of in his office that day. Pictures of their dead bodies. Of him holding up their dismembered heads like a trophy, grinning like the true psychopath he is. I found social media pages dedicated to them, read the things people wrote about them, and not one of them deserved to die because the chief and his friends are the biggest homophobes I’ve ever met.

The chief lures them in, takes them out into the woods based on the pictures, and then he and his friends kill them. That’s the difference in what they do and what daddy’s done and why I have no problem accepting Tate’s actions while condemning theirs.

I settle onto his lap as we wait, relaxing into his loving hold, while his lips tease me until Cash clears his voice, bringing my eyes open. There’s a flush on his face and I’m a little curious as to why until a man that’s likely forty-five or older fills in the space of the doorway behind him. He reminds me of daddy but there are definitely differences in them I can instantly see as well. They both have their hair buzzed on the sides, the top longer and have beards, but daddy’s mustache blends into his while this man’s is like the handlebar ones, but it suits him somehow. So do the hoops he wears in his ears compared to the spacers that daddy said he got when he was in his early twenties and kept in because without them, his ears just gaped and looked weird.

The newcomer’s beard is longer but just as well maintained as daddy’s is, and I love brushing through daddy’s after we’re spent. It’s coarse but yet soft and when it nuzzles against my cheek or my thighs, it feels so good. This man’s might be soft but the sharp point of it doesn’t look welcoming somehow. His face is lined more than daddy’s is, and the lines are deeper, as are his blue eyes that don’t hold the same softness as they look at me as daddy’s always do.

No, he’s a biker I’d have been afraid of, unlike when daddy came into the diner and put me immediately at ease.

“This is Law from the Relentless Keepers,” Cash says, stepping aside so the other man can come closer.

“We’ve met before,” Tate replies, standing us up before reaching out to shake the other man’s hand.

“Four, no five years ago when you all stopped by our place after a run to hide out from the cops,” Law says, and he nods. “You weren’t president then.”

“No, I took over about three years ago after refusing to let our previous president push us into human trafficking,” he says and Law nods slowly before looking at me with a half-smile that calms my fears immensely. His eyes soften, not in the same way as daddy’s, but they’re not that same glittering hardness they were when he walked in here.

“Guess I know why you didn’t take up with any of our club girls when they offered. Weren’t the right type.”

“Nope, sometimes in order to find the perfect little girl, you have to look for someone that would stick out in that crowd,” Tate adds, and I grin, resting into his side as he motions towards the seats in the room. “I know it was a bit of a ride in this morning having to come all the way across the city with the morning rush. You want something to drink before we get into this? We’ve got a fully stocked kitchen if you want anything to eat as well.”

“I wouldn’t turn down some coffee and I’m a man that can always eat,” Law says with a chuckle as he puts his jacket and bag down next to a chair across from the love seat where we were.

“Black or do you like sugar or cream for it?” Cash asks, and Law’s eyes slide over towards him, a bit of that hardness returning to them.

“Why don’t you take a guess, and I’ll let you know if you’re right when you bring it back,” he returns with a non-answer and way Cash swallows and breathes out, has me quickly understanding why he was flushed earlier. “Get me something I like to eat, and I’ll make it worth the effort,” he adds, and I bite my lip until Cash is out of the office, feeling a little sorry for him when he almost ran into the doorjamb on his way out.

“You shouldn’t tease him,” I state, pulling Law’s attention our way, and that look from earlier is in his eyes once more.

“He’s young, they enjoy it,” Law replies with a shrug and a smirk.

“Cash isn’t like that,” I warn despite Tate’s look to stay out of it. “He wouldn’t have ever joined a club if his dad wasn’t your old treasurer. He grew up in it, so it seemed natural, but without that, he’d never come anywhere near it, or bikers. He’s sensitive.”

“Is that so?” Law says, his eyes glittering more and I hope I didn’t make things worse for him. “Feel like kin to him, honey?”

“Maybe, he’s the only real friend I’ve ever had so I don’t want to see him hurt.”

“Alright, I’ll be nice,” Law responds, and Tate kisses my forehead, his hand running up and down my side, making me feel safe enough to deal with anything now. “So, why don’t we get into the background of things. I know some of what’s going on from Prez, but he didn’t get into the nitty gritty of it to know exactly what it’ll take to get you this inheritance.”

“We appreciate you coming. None of the guys in the club are lawyers or have anyone close that are, and since the nature of the club is sensitive to start, we needed someone we can trust to protect all of our interests,” Tate says, as I slip my hand into his free one, and I smile when he lifts it to his lips, before settling it onto his chest. “On the surface yes, the legal court battle will be to see that Everly gets the inheritance that is her legal right based on her paternal grandparents’ will. Underneath, there’s a shit ton more to it.”

“Alright, let’s start with the legal side. Why are you seemingly not able to get the inheritance without a court case?” Law asks.

“My paternal grandparents’ will says that the eldest blood child of my biological father, inherit the company. It’s very specific in that it states the eldest blood child, which I am, but I’ve never been acknowledged as such,” I explain. “My mother was his mistress and purposely got pregnant thinking he’d divorce his wife who had fertility issues and marry me so he’d control the inheritance until I was eighteen and could sign it over to him. He laughed in her face at the idea of marrying the trailer trash slut and ended up having twins about two and a half years after I was born.”

“So, he’s not named on your birth certificate and in order to be able to claim the inheritance, we’d need a DNA test to prove you’re the eldest blood child,” Law says, and we nod. “We should be able to compel a test if your mother signs an affidavit stating that she swears he is your father.”

“And that’s where we start running into the bigger problem,” Tate says, stopping when the door opens and I give Cash a grin when he carries in a tray. There’re two cups of coffee on it, one that’s entirely black while the other is a lighter shade, and I’m sure the black one is for Tate. He won’t touch it if there’s anything in it.

“Slice was still in the kitchen, so he cooked up a sandwich for you. Steak and egg on a muffin,” Cash tells him, putting the plate of it and the lighter cup of coffee on the table next to him. “Cream, no sugar,” he adds nodding towards the cup.

“Steak, not bacon?” Law questions, and he nods. “Good boy, and you’re right, I like cream in my coffee.”

I shoot him a questioning look when Cash flushes, looking away from us, and he just smirks in response. “Thanks Cash,” I tell him when he hands over a bottle of my juice to me and a plate with pumpkin oatmeal muffins that Slice has been making me the last week because I’ve been starving long before lunch arrives for some reason.

“You’re welcome, Eves. Slice packed up the rest for you to grab later,” he adds before handing over Tate’s coffee to him and heads for the door. “If you need anything, just holler.”

“ Anything ?” Law queries and Cash’s face flushes more as he gives a little jerk of his head and disappears out the door.

“Tease on your own time,” I tell him after the door shuts, the look in his eyes still the same as earlier, but the way he licked his lips has me wondering if Law is really joking as much as he plays it off as.

He nods absently as he takes a bite of the sandwich, a grunt following it before he swallows. “Damn, you got women in the club as members?”

“No, Slice is a man and entirely into women. Can’t shoot for shit but he can cook and bake so we let him in anyway. Between him and Chef, we eat good around here,” Tate says with a laugh teasing my chin. “Unlike the cooks at the diner in town. I don’t recommend going there.”

“Only reason you did was to see me, wasn’t it, daddy?” I tease him in return, and he nods, giving me a soft kiss before looking back to Law as he finishes his sandwich.

“Alright, you were saying there were bigger issues around than us just filing an affidavit to compel a DNA test,” he says, taking a gulp of the coffee, and a smile flashes across his lips before it ghosts away.

“Major ones,” I agree. “Namely called that the man who is my father is corrupt, as are the cops and judges in town. It’s likely going to be impossible to get a judge to sign off on the order.”

“Who’s your father?” Law asks, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

“The mayor, Adam Jackson, and the inheritance…is Jackson Distributing which he uses to pay for all of his bribes and cover ups,” Tate answers for me.

“Now it’s making more sense. If he can’t pay, people will turn on him,” Law guesses.

“Human nature, flock to the most powerful to avoid being trampled on,” Tate replies.

“True, and I’d gamble that once we start down this road, there are going to be threats on not only the club but also serious threats towards Everly.”

“We’re ready for it, no one’s touching my girl. I already killed two cops from town that tried, but that was before things became public knowledge,” he says, kissing my forehead again and I smile, resting further against him.

“Others in town know he’s my father but they’re paid to keep their mouths shut. His wife knows. The twins know. My mother was threatened with something to keep her silent all these years and it has to be something big because she’d have caved to get her hands on the amount of money the company makes,” I add.

“You think he might have her taken out, so she can’t try to be called into court?” Law asks and I shrug, pulling a nod from him. “You don’t have any concerns if it would happen, do you?”

“I wouldn’t say I want her dead, but I wouldn’t risk my neck to save hers.” He nods again sharing a look with Tate before he grabs his bag and pulls out a laptop.

“Alright, let me get to work. See if there’s a way to file this away from the judges that are in his pocket to make it easier to compel the test. You got somewhere I can camp out, set up shop rather than head back into the city until we’ve got this handled?” Law asks and Tate calls out for Cash as he finishes his coffee.

“Find an empty room for Law and get him set up in the office on the other side of Meyer’s so he can work up whatever we need,” Tate tells him, and he nods, waiting until Law gets up and moves towards the door before stepping away from it.

“You’re being mean, daddy,” I state pulling his attention down to me.

“How’s that, baby girl?” he returns.

“That office is right across from Cash’s. The only thing he’s going to see when he looks up is Law and the guest suite is just around the corner from Cash’s room.” I hold his gaze and the smile that settles onto his lips says he knows all of that already. “You’re being mean, teasing him with his crush.”

“Maybe he needs a bit of a kick to turn it from just a crush to something more.”

“I don’t think that’ll be hard to do on Cash’s side,” I muse.

“I meant Law,” he says, pulling my gaze up to his. “I remember him from when I was up in the city. We ended up being stuck there for a week. Law’s interest outside of his work doesn’t lie in women. We could use someone with his skills in the club.”

“I don’t see that happening, daddy.”

“No? We’ve got Slice and Chef to feed him. A clubhouse that’s not just warehouses welded to an old shitty apartment building. A potential job handling all of the club’s legal needs and the company’s as well. Not to mention Cash seems to be right up his alley of the type of boy he likes,” Tate says, and I hope for Cash’s sake, he’s not just playing, and Law might actually be serious.

“And then the two of you can discuss how good daddy’s treat their littles?” I question, sending his brow up a bit.

“Really? You know that’s what Cash is looking for?” he asks, and I nod. “How?”

“He showed me that website with the block-set I showed you,” I admit, smiling as his eyes darken. “I’d found one with something similar, but they were plastic looking and I didn’t think they’d hold up, but they looked cute.”

“Whereas the ones you showed me were wooden but still colorful and padded.”

“Does that mean daddy will get them for our playroom when it’s ready?” I ask, sinking into his kiss as he nods, a full smile on my lips as he wraps me up tight before carrying me out of the room and upstairs to our place.

He moves through our bedroom and into the closet, pushing open the door to the other side and my jaw drops as I look around the once empty room. “Daddy!”

“The days when I had you stay out of our rooms was for the guys to get things ready for us to expand,” he says, moving us out into the hallway and the wall that was there is now opened, and as he flips on a light, I can see it’s now walled off three rooms down. “We’ll only have the one full bathroom until we remodel the room in the back corner there. It was originally set up as a science room. It has water hookups and a drain, but to switch it out to allow for a bathroom will take a bit more. By the time the baby’s old enough for his own room, we’ll have it done.”

“What baby?” I ask as he shows me the new hall that leads out the door I took when trying to get away from Grover. The wall next to us has two doors and I’m guessing they split the room into two bedrooms, which I won’t mind.

“The one growing in your belly,” Tate says, making my jaw drop and I shake my head no, certain that’s not possible. “A whole month with you on my cock every night and no visit from a monthly pest. You’ve been extra hungry the last week too.”

“No…” I hum, but a smile slips onto my lips when he just nods. “A baby…I didn’t even…”

“Think about us not using protection?” he guesses. “I knew you likely weren’t on anything, but I wasn’t going to stop. If I’d brought you home with me last year, we’d have likely had a different conversation at the start, but now…all I could think about was getting my baby in you. Wanting a family to grow from both of us. And just because we have a baby, doesn’t mean you’re going to be any less my little girl, even if the baby is a girl. What we have is never going to change. Daddy will simply have more babies to teach things.”

“Promise?” I ask as he moves us back into the playroom, a new lock is on the door, and I know it’s entirely safe to enjoy the space.

“Promise, baby girl. Even if some aspects of our daily life ebbs away from daddy being in complete control, in here it will always be just as intense, and you will always be daddy’s little when it comes to what’s in our hearts, because I love you and that is rooted in that love,” he states, and I grin rubbing his chest as hunger grows deep inside me.

“I love you so much, Tate, always. Does this mean we can play in here now? Can I dress up for daddy and get a treat?”

“Do you agree that daddy can do whatever he wants to his little girl this time? That even though she might say no, it’s not actually a no?” he counters, and my body shakes with the need rushing through me.

“Yes, daddy, you know my answer is always yes for you. But you want me to say no to you this time, don’t you?” I add as his eyes gleam with returning hunger.

“Yes, I want to feel you fight me. To not instantly comply with what I ask you to do, so daddy can hurt you until you do it, or just take it. Does that scare you, pretty girl?” he asks, his hands holding my face in the gentlest way and I smile, brushing up against him more before I answer.

“No, I would dream about daddy coming into my room, taking me from it, then taking me while I tried to get away. Tried to stop him from getting inside me, but daddy always won, because daddy’s so much bigger than I am, so much stronger,” I admit, and the kiss he gives me has my panties wet in an instant.

“I’m going to leave an outfit on our bed for you. Put it on, and wear only it when you come in here. I’ll be in shortly after that, baby girl.”

“Yes daddy,” I hum, excitement rushing through me at everything that’s to come.

“From the moment you come back in here until we come out of the playroom, daddy has total consent to do anything he wants. I will only stop if you use the safe word, yes?” he asks once more, and I nod. “Words, I need the words, baby.”

“Yes, daddy, you have my total consent to play however you want with me when you come back into the playroom,” I promise, and a huge smile breaks out across my lips behind my hands when he moves back through the closet, to get the outfit he wants me in. I feel like squealing with my excitement, but I manage to keep it in, for now at least.