Her Biker Daddy

Chapter 11

Tate

I rub my cock thinking about Everly in the outfit I laid out on the bed for her. It’s a custom order that just got in and I can’t wait to see her in it. I’m certain she’ll love it. It’s a short, three tier white dress with rows of pink rainbows. The top of it is styled like a t-shirt, but it snaps in the back to make it easy to get off, and the seam of the top tier separates as well with snaps, giving me free access to her tits whenever I want them.

There’s a pair of shorts that match it, the back of it also opens with snaps, which means I can just undo them and get to her pussy rather than have to take them completely off her. I left her a pair of light pink knee socks to go along with it but that’s it. It shouldn’t take her long to change but I keep my ear to the door, listening for her to move through the closet and into the playroom so I can get my hands on her.

The sounds from the bathroom make my cock harden, knowing if she just used it I won’t have to give her a break until much later. That seems just perfect to me.

I give her another couple of minutes, then go back to the door, hearing the soft click of one shutting and my body tenses, knowing what’s coming. My little girl completely under my control.

I let another minute pass before moving into the bedroom and changing my jeans and tee for a loose tank top and a custom pair of athletic type pants. They’ll be softer on Everly’s skin if I don’t completely undress and there’s a slit in the front of them that’s plenty big enough to let my cock out to play. The tank will let me put her hands on me where I want them as well as give her something to look at, because my little girl is as attracted to looking at my body as I am to hers.

My dick wants me to walk straight into the playroom, but my brain knows the longer I make her wait, the better the result. The anticipation is part of it. The unknown of exactly when it’ll happen. Makes the heart race. The adrenaline pump.

Yeah, waiting isn’t a horrible thing when the end result is so good.

I slip onto the chair, shooting off some texts to the others so they know what to do today, as well as one to Cash to let him know we’re indisposed in case Law finds something to discuss. The minutes crawl past and as the twenty-minute marker hits, I can’t wait any longer.

The door opens with a whisper, and I suck in a deep breath seeing my girl laid out on her belly, the dress riding up, showing off the shorts and her ass jiggles when her legs swing. She looks fucking perfect. Soft and carefree, a happy little girl, because daddy takes care of everything for her, and that just makes me hungrier to sink into her and fuck her hard.

I take a step towards her, shutting the door behind me, which I know completes the circuit and turns on the camera I installed. It’s a closed feed, only sent to my phone. Any time it turns on, I’ll get a notification, so I’ll know when my little girl goes into it. Which means I’ll know whenever my girl wants to play to be able to surprise her.

My movements bring her head back around, her cheeks heating as she slips whatever she was reading under the pillow, and my brow rises as she turns over onto her back with a grin for me. “Hi daddy.”

“Hi baby girl,” I return, slipping over to the bed. It’s a canopy style bed, that’s draped in sheer pink curtains, with bedding to match. There’re also restraints anchored underneath it that we’ll play with one of these days, but today, the only thing that’s going to overpower her is daddy. “What were doing?”

“Nothing, just waiting for daddy to come say hi,” she says, the lie blatant as she flushes deeper and I move over to stand in front of her as her eyes travel down my body, the sparkle of heat unmistakable when they lift back to me. “I missed daddy.”

“You always miss daddy when you’re at school,” I suggest, and her eyes twinkle further before I pull her up onto her knees to give her a hug. As I do that, my hand slides under the pillow and pulls out what she hid. The cover is one of the manga I’d bought to put on the shelf, be something I could catch her with and punish her for one day, and fuck if she isn’t perfect for doing it now.

I pull back, holding it up in front of her eyes demanding, “What is this? Where did you get this? You know little girls aren’t allowed to read these.”

“I wasn’t…” Her cheeks heat further with the lie, and I slip a hand around her throat, keeping her gaze on me.

“You hid it. You knew daddy wouldn’t approve but you did it anyway and then think you can lie about it?” I question her, my tone growing harder as she bites her bottom lip. “You know the rules. Daddy approves everything you bring home, or it doesn’t come into my house. Where did you get this? Did you steal it?” I add, enjoying her little gasp that falls with the last question.

“I don’t steal daddy,” she says with a pout. “I’m a good girl.”

“Not when you bring trash like this home,” I counter. “It was those boys from school, wasn’t it? They gave it to you? Did you let them do the things in it to you?”

“No, daddy!” she cries as I push her chin up further. “Everyone at school reads them though,” she continues, giving me an innocent little look and fuck, my cock is weeping in my pants wanting out to play. “I’m not a little girl anymore, I’m a big girl so I can read them too,” she adds stubbornly and that is my perfect opening.

“Not without daddy’s permission. You know the rules, little girl. You know what happens when you break them,” I state, taking a step back from her. “Get up.”

“No!” she snips, and I reach out, pulling her up onto her feet, my hands tight on her arms as she pushes at mine. “No. Daddy’s rules are stupid. I’m a big girl and don’t need them!” she shouts, stamping her foot with the most perfect pout and I letting the gleam fill my gaze before grasping the back of her neck, pulling a whimper from her as I move us towards the chair at the table. “Stop it, daddy. That hurts,” she cries as I force her face down over my lap, my other hand corralling her hands, and I control her body as I squeeze her tits between my legs. “Daddy!”

“That’s because it’s a punishment, little girl,” I state, releasing her neck to grab the thick rubber bracelets on the table. I wrap one around both of her wrists, giving her tits another squeeze when she tries to fight me on it. “You’re being extra bad today, which means an extra hard spanking. If you move or make a sound before I finish the five you owe, I’ll start over again. Is that clear, little girl.”

“Yes, daddy,” she says, and I release her arms, turning my hands over to the shorts covering her ass, and I pull the top of them down to just under her ass. “No, daddy, don’t…” she calls out as I land the first spank on her bare skin. “You can’t spank me like that. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a big girl!”

“Then prove it and take your spanking like a big girl,” I return, starting over and she stays still and quiet all the way until my palm hits her ass on the fifth spank.

“Oww,” slips out of her and I lift my hand, starting back with a count of one. “No, daddy! You were done,” she cries as I land the second one.

“Punishment isn’t done until I say so. One,” I repeat, landing a harder blow, and she quiets up until five again, and I go back to one once more. Over and over, squeezing her tits whenever she squirms trying to get up, and landing harder spanks on one when she doesn’t make a peep until I’m at five.

“Stop daddy, stop,” she calls out when I’m on three for the dozenth time, and I lift my hand to her throat, bringing her head up as I lean over to see her pretty face. Her eyes are glazed with nothing but desire, and I turn her face towards the wall where a paddle and belt are hung.

“I’m going to give you one last chance to accept your punishment like a good girl, or I’m going to do the next ones with one of those,” I warn her, and her breath hitches a hint, and I start over, anticipation running through me as I bring down the fifth spank, and her cry as it lands, has cum dripping down my cock.

I pull her up, moving us back towards the bed with her shorts around her thighs, and she jerks trying to get away from me. “No, no daddy, no. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’ll be good. I promise, I’ll be good,” she pleads but I push her down onto the bed, lifting her ass up, and grab the paddle as she watches. “Please daddy, please, don’t. I’m sorry. I’m sorry daddy.”

“Actions have consequences, and it’s daddy’s job to teach them,” I return, landing another dozen spanks on her ass before she quiets.

I start over at one and get up to four, when she lets out a stream of, “Please stop, please stop daddy, please…”

“One,” I say over her, quieting her before it lands and this time, when I get to five, she doesn’t make a peep. Her ass is bright red from the abuse, and I know she’ll have bruises from it tomorrow. I cup her ass with my hands, rubbing it gently as I lean over her, pressing a kiss to her cheek telling her, “See, that’s all it would have taken to get daddy to stop.

“Daddy doesn’t like having to punish his little girl,” I add freeing her wrists before pulling up her shorts, before turning her around to face me. “Now, tell daddy you’re really sorry and mean it this time.”

“No. Daddy’s mean and treats me like I’m still a little girl. I’m not a little girl. I’m a big girl and you can’t punish me for being a big girl!” she huffs at me, and I grip her ponytail, jerking her head back pulling a gasp from her.

“Big girls still get punishments, baby. They just get punished differently. I think it’s time I teach you just how big girls get punished if you insist you’re such a big girl now,” I add when she starts to let out a little grin.

“I don’t need punished. You already did by spanking me like I’m a little girl!”

“You’re yelling and arguing with daddy. Those are still punishable offences even for a big girl,” I return, putting a new pout on her lips. “It’s time daddy teaches you what to do with that mouth,” I suggest, covering hers with mine when she opens it to speak, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth.

She turns her head to get free, shaking it at me, “Eww, no daddy, that’s gross.”

“That is what big girls do with their daddies. I thought you wanted daddy to treat you like a big girl, yeah?”

“Yes, but that’s icky,” she whines, and I smirk, grabbing hold of her hair harder and move her face where I want it.

“Big girls sometime have to do icky things, especially when their daddy makes them,” I respond before covering her mouth and diving in once more. My hand holds her still, letting me taste every inch of her mouth, and I pop open the snap to get a hand in to touch her tit. She jerks back hard, pushing at me with a hand, wiping her mouth with the other glaring at me.

“No! No, no, no, daddy,” she tells me, pushing more as I move to pull her back up to me.

I get hold of the back of her neck again, lowering her down onto her legs as she’s still kneeling on the bed and jerk open my pants, pulling out my throbbing cock. “Open your mouth, now , little girl.”

“I’m not a litt…” I cut her off as I push my cock past her lips, pulling a cry out around my thickness. Her hands push at my hips and thighs, her head trying to pull back, but I have complete control over the movement of her head, and I push further into her mouth, until I hit the back of her throat.

She gags around it, and I let up just a hint, before pushing deeper into her mouth. It makes her hands push at me more, fighting to push me off of her, and I slide my other hand back into her top, gripping her tit tight. Her hand comes up, trying to get me off her tit and I pinch her nipple, making her gurgle with a cry around my cock.

“Stop fighting daddy and be the big girl you said you were. This is what big girls do with their daddies, and you wanted to be a big girl,” I state, jacking off my cock with her mouth until I’m about to blow. “Now, open really wide. Daddy’s going to give you a treat, right down your throat.”

She keeps pushing at my thighs and trying to jerk away, managing to get just a bit off of me, and I hiss out as her teeth sink into my cock. I pull out of her mouth her grunt, popping her cheek with a smack—not hard enough to leave a lasting mark, but enough to get her attention and sting as she’s begged me to do repeatedly the last two weeks—and she jerks back further, her lip quivering.

“Daddy hit me,” she cries, before launching her hands towards my chest. “Daddy hit me, daddy’s mean and I don’t want him to be my daddy anymore. I want a nice daddy!” she continues until I have her pressed down against the bed. Her face and front are angled towards it, my body covering hers, as I hold her hands to her chest.

“You bit daddy. You know better than to bite daddy,” I growl against her ear. “You were almost done with learning your new lesson on how big girls get punished. You were going to get a nice little treat to fill your belly because you were doing good, and then you bit daddy. And when you bite daddy, daddy bites back, whether that’s a spanking on your ass or a smack to the mouth to see you don’t ever do it again.”

“No…daddy’s mean and hit his little girl,” she cries, struggling against me, which only pushes her ass back against my cock harder.

“But you’re not daddy’s little girl anymore. You wanted to be a big girl because big girls get different treatment.”

“No, I don’t want to be a big girl. Daddy’s mean to his big girl. I want to be daddy’s little girl where daddy’s sweet and nice and loves his girl. You don’t hurt your little girl, so I want to be your little girl,” she whines, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

“Daddy’s had a taste of his big girl though, and he can’t go back now, baby,” I croon against her ear. “Daddy still loves his girl. In fact, daddy’s going to show you just how much he loves his girl,” I continue, jerking open the snaps on the back of her shorts.

I push her hips further towards the bed, opening her legs more, and I press my aching cock against her sopping slit, pushing upward from the bottom and it brings a cry from her lips.

“Daddy…no…no, that hurts. No, daddy, no. Don’t…stop. Stop daddy, stop!” she shouts against the mattress, gripping it tight as she tries to pull herself away from me. Her legs kick out and I grab the top one, pushing it higher as I move further over her back, holding her in place as I grab her hands and press them against her chest once more.

My cock drags in and out of her, bringing more shouts and cries from her lips as she tries to lift her hips from me. “You feel so good baby…so good wrapped around me little girl.”

“Little…I’m little. I’m little daddy, I’m little,” she cries, and I lick the small part of her face I can reach with our angle. “Daddy doesn’t hurt his little girl…daddy shouldn’t touch his little girl like this.”

“You pushed daddy too far, baby. Gave daddy a taste of how his big girl would show him love then tried to take it away from him. That’s little girl’s mistake because she unleashed daddy’s hunger and now, she’s going to have to feed it whenever daddy wants.”

“But daddy’s hurting his little girl,” she whines. “It hurts daddy…it hurts.”

“Daddy likes hurting his little girl sometimes,” I counter, my thrust timed to coincide with the statement, harder and deeper still.

“No…no, you can’t. You can’t daddy, you can’t. You can’t,” she cries, over and over as I keep tight hold of her, fucking her harder with each no and can’t that falls from her mouth.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Daddy can’t stop now,” I grunt, turning my face down towards her, my lips sliding over every little bit I can reach, and I bite her earlobe as I come hard, staying buried inside her as it pulses deep from me.

My cock’s still hard when my breathing’s under control, and there are still soft little, ‘no, no, no daddy, no’s’ coming from her. “Shh, daddy’s not hurting you anymore, little girl.”

“You did, you hurt me. You’re a mean daddy. I hate you!” she shouts. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! I never want to see daddy again! Never want daddy to touch me again!”

In a flash, I have her flipped onto her back, and I thrust back into her, pulling another cry from her as I grab her arms and hold them up next to her head. “Daddy is going to touch you any time he wants. Daddy’s going to touch you anywhere he wants. You belong to daddy. You don’t tell daddy no. Not ever!”

“I hate you!” she cries as I pound into her, her tits shaking with the force under her top and I want to see them, play with them more than ever.

I grab the rubber bands back as I pull out of her, flipping her onto her stomach, and tie her hands together around her back once more. She jerks against me, and I lay a vicious smack to her ass, making it smart even more after the spanking earlier and now with her ass wet from a mixture of sweat and pussy juice and cum.

“Daddy is really going to make his little girl hurt if you don’t stop and behave,” I warn, pulling her head back to whisper the words in her ear. “Just think how much that bottom of yours will hurt if I spread those cheeks and take it right now. Do you want daddy to hurt you like that?”

“No, no daddy, please don’t hurt me,” she begs, her body shaking and I nibble on her ear once more as a smile settles on my lips.

“Then stop fighting,” I insist first. Her legs and shoulders stop moving, and I pull her up until she’s standing next to the bed with me. “Good girl. Now daddy’s going to lay down on the bed and you’re going to crawl onto daddy’s lap like you always do why you lay on his chest.”

“Yes daddy,” she agrees quickly, nodding as a little smile slips onto her lips.

I wait until she’s starting to lean down onto me to pull on the band, holding her back. “This time, you’re going to sit up with daddy inside you,” I add with a smirk as she shakes her head no.

“That’s how daddy hurts his little girl,” she whines.

“I know and it’s how you’re going to sit on daddy’s lap every time we cuddle now.”

“No daddy, no, please, no,” she begs her lip quivering more and my cock bobs against her leg, making her squeal a bit trying to move away from it.

“Now, baby girl. You know daddy doesn’t like having to tell you things more than once and what happens when you don’t listen.”

“I hate you. I want my nice daddy back,” she cries trying to slip off my lap and I wrap my arm around her waist, keeping her upright.

“Then do what daddy fucking tells you to do like a good girl, and daddy will be nice!” I demand, and a moan falls as she moves her hips, letting my cock slip into her pussy. She inches down it, little by little until she’s taken half, and I give her arms a jerk, pulling her backwards a bit making her fall completely onto my cock with a scream of shock.

I move my arm off her waist and give the front of her top a tug, and her tits push forward as the snaps open. I tug until the material is completely under her tits and they’re hanging free. “Now, you’re going to ride daddy’s lap the way you ride that pony ride you love.”

“Daddy?” she questions, and my hands go to her hips, showing her what I mean, before making her do it.

“Harder little girl. You fucking bounce the shit out of that pony. You’ll ride daddy even harder,” I order when her movement slow.

“Daddy’s mean. He wants his little girl to hurt herself,” she says, and I smirk, pinching her nipples making her cry out.

“Yes, I do. It makes daddy feel good and you want daddy to be happy, so daddy’s nice to his little girl the rest of the time. So the only time daddy hurts his little girl is when he’s riding her or she’s riding him. Now ride daddy like a good girl, or daddy’s going to ride your bottom all night. Daddy won’t stop until it’s time for his little girl to go to school and then all of the boys will know how you let daddy touch you, and you don’t want that do you? They’d want to touch you the same way then, and they don’t love daddy’s little girl the way I do. Won’t make her happy and love her in every other part of her life. So stop whining and ride daddy,” I warn.

My cock jerks when she starts moving, harder and faster, even while her lip quivers and she gives me huge hurt eyes. I let her go until I can tell her orgasm is rising fast, and I wrap my hands around her waist, and pump her harder onto my cock as I thrust up, over and over as the heat races through my body.

“Stop it, daddy, stop it. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!” She breaks as I push her over the edge, tears streaming down her cheeks and I follow her straight over, quaking for several minutes, until things begin to settle. My heart is pounding when I can hear and feel the tears still falling from my girl, and I quickly free her arms, wrapping her up against my chest and move us back into our bedroom.

I head straight for the bathroom, turning on the tub, and I stroke her back as I undress us, sinking into the warm water even as it continues to fill the tub. Her face is in my neck, and I whisper soft words to her, my lips brushing over temple as I just hold her.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I love you, baby girl. I love you so much. You were so good. You did so good. My good little girl,” I praise over and over until she finally settles, her lips pressing a kiss to my neck. “Are you okay?” Her face moves in a nod against my skin, and I hold the back of her head gently telling her, “Words, baby girl. I need words right now.”

“I’m okay. Better than okay, daddy,” she adds, calming my worry. “I don’t know why I…I never cry but I felt it happening and didn’t want to stop it. It felt like such a…”

“Relief? A weight lifted off your shoulders, letting them come?” I ask meeting her gaze and she nods. “You’ve had to carry everything for so long, had to be strong on your own. I’m not surprised it happened. Especially when we were in that space.”

“I’ve never felt like that before,” she says after a minute as I just held onto her, letting the water lap around us. “The pleasure and pain weren’t even as high as we’ve gone before but that…”

“Let you find the space you feel most free within, let it completely take over you until it brought everything up and out. The ability to push back and fight opened up an emotional place you’ve kept locked up tight, making it feel natural within what we were doing to let it out, not be scared to show it,” I offer, seeing the understanding grow in her eyes.

“Is there something wrong with me?” she asks, making my brows furl. “I mean, I got turned on by you killing those cops and needed you so much with what we did to Grover. I didn’t even blink an eye when you said you’d killed before and now…being able to feel like this when what we were doing…in any other circumstance would be considered…”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, baby,” I promise, kissing her eyes gently to shut them, shuttle away the worry in them. “Enjoying being taken—controlled, forced, or coerced, to do it when it’s by someone you trust, someone you know will never truly hurt you in a bad way, is a healthy way to indulge in your sexual needs. It’s another way to put you in the deepest submissive state possible. It’s more common of a fantasy than you’d imagine amongst men and women, and it no more means that the man is a budding rapist than it means the woman is sick or mentally unwell.

“As for the being aroused after the cops and Grover were dead, it’s not even so much about the death or the actual killing, as it was about the protection it meant. With the cops, for the first time someone was seeing that you came first, that you were safe, and would never have to be afraid of someone you didn’t want touching you to do it. What they were going to do, that was rape. What we did was wanted—needed—and agreed to by both of us, no matter how rough or hard I was with you, it was what we’d already talked about happening. If you’d truly wanted me to stop or not do something, all you had to do was say the word, and I would have,” I add, putting a smile on her lips.

“I never even thought of saying it. I loved everything you did, every second of it. Egged you on even,” she says with a little shrug, and I nod, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“I know, your ass was redder than your hair and you still wanted more, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but I could tell from your tone that you were reaching a limit with it, and I didn’t want it to overshadow everything else happening.” Her words don’t really shock me, not with the way she continually brought the fight back into it, whether with words or actions.

“I could have handled spanking your ass a few more times far better than if you’d bit me again and tried to make me smack your pretty face harder,” I admit, grunting when she giggles. “I can’t stand the thought of anything marring it. The only marks should be from my lips or beard kissing you. From my cock making it all flushed, your lips swollen, eyes watering. Or from my cum gracing it. You can ask me to spank your ass, spank your pussy, or your tits, or even grab your throat and choke you in retaliation to a bite on the dick, but don’t ever ask me to smack you again, baby girl. I just can’t do it.”

“What if it was a smack with your dick instead of your hand?” she suggests and the twinkle in her eyes has me stealing her lips with a hard kiss of agreement. “Okay, I promise not to ask you to smack my face ever again, daddy.”

“Good girl,” I hum, nuzzling her cheek with my face. “As for what you felt after we handled Grover—that was power you were feeling. Power and reassurance. You knew that not only were you safe physically because daddy stopped him, but also that daddy would never leave you vulnerable, was there to teach you how to protect yourself, while also accepting you if you couldn’t take the final step—if you couldn’t kill unless it was the only option left. That triggered a fierce desire to be with daddy and daddy was right there with you, baby. You don’t have to worry that you’re only ever going to feel that freedom you have today if it comes from a consensual non-consent play. It wasn’t the type of play, but the space we created for you.”

“The little space?”

“You’ve been reading, haven’t you?” I tease, giving her a soft, slow kiss as she nods. “If you ever want to meet other littles, I met some daddies while trying to find the exact place that I felt most natural in the wide array that makes up the world of BDSM. I’ve kept in touch with some of them even though I didn’t have anyone I wanted as my little until I found you last year. They’re how I got everything for your room so quickly.”

“Maybe when things here are handled,” she says, her tone a bit hesitant and I lift her face to see her eyes.

“What is it? What’s worrying you about meeting others?” I ask, not wanting her to hide anything from me. “Daddy can’t always read your exact thoughts, baby girl, but daddy knows when something’s wrong, so what is it?”

“I just…don’t want anyone else seeing my daddy the way I get to see him,” she answers me, her cheeks flushed, and I smile, giving her a sweet little kiss on the nose.

“Or having them see my little girl as well, I’m guessing,” I state, and she bites her lower lip the tiniest bit telling me I’m right. “You don’t think other daddies would want you. That because most of the pictures online only show littles as skinny girls that they’d look at you the way some of the boys in school did.”

I know I’m right based on the way her eyes shutter, and I kiss her long and soft and slow until she sinks completely against me. “Oh baby girl, you’ve no idea how much some of them would want to try and steal you away from me, but I’m even more possessive over you than you might be over me, and I’d murder them if they saw you in the outfits we’ve bought for the playroom. No…no one but daddy sees you in them. If we meet up with anyone, it would be a casual non-sexual meetup. You could talk to the other girls, ask them questions if you want a woman’s opinion rather than just daddy telling you something. I might touch you under your clothes or let you touch me. I could happily fuck you in your everyday version of your little girl outfits but that’s as far as they’d ever get to see you. Does that make it a little easier to possibly agree to? Some of the others may dress in their true littles attire so you might see them have sex or doing things to their littles, but I just can’t let another man near you, especially not when you’re in your space. That’s just for daddy.”

“That makes me really happy to know daddy. I love you, daddy, so much,” she sighs, sinking further into me.

“I love you too, baby girl. Always Everly,” I promise, taking my time to wash her before we get dressed to head down to supper. I can’t let my girl miss too many lunches, not with her pregnant, because even though she hasn’t taken a test, I know she is and it’s the best way to celebrate a month with her—the absolute best.