Page 7 of Auctioned to the Biker

The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t say them yet.

He begins rubbing my pussy again, the pad of his finger circling my pulsing entrance before flicking my clit. I gasp and moan, but don’t say anything. Morrison withdraws his hand and rubs my juices all over my ass before landing a devastating blow, the wetness on my skin intensifying the sharp crack of pain.

I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes shut, every muscle in my body clenched up tight as everything I’ve been trying to keep hidden works its way out of me. I sob and scream and come in a shuddering wave of excruciating bliss.

“I’m y-yours,” I cry, barely able to get the words out. “I’m s-s-sorry. I’m sorry. I’m…”

The next thing I know, I’m curled up in Morrison’s lap as he sits on the edge of the bed. He’s rocking me back and forth, pressing kisses to the top of my head as he strokes my back.

“I’ve got you, little love,” he murmurs, holding me close. “You did so good. I’m so proud of you,” he praises me, making me cry even harder as I bury my face into the side of his neck. “Daddy’s here.”

Did he just say…?

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MORRISON

What the fuck did I just say?

I look down at the addictive woman in my arms, searching her face for her reaction. When her jaw drops and she audibly gasps, I know I must have really said it out loud.

“Daddy?” Micaela repeats, her voice trembling.

Fuck if I know why I said it or what it means. The word just fell out of my mouth so naturally. “How does that make you feel?” I ask softly, still stroking her back as she blinks up at me. Those rosy cheeks deepen to crimson and she squirms in my lap.

“Honestly?”

“Always,” I tell her in all seriousness.

“I didn’t know I’d like it so much. All of it.” She pauses, nibbling on her bottom lip and looking away from me. “It was like this… this release. The spanking was rough but I felt like…”

“Go on, babygirl,” I encourage. A shiver runs down her spine at my name for her, which warms me up inside. She likes it. She’s fucking perfect.

“I felt like I needed it to calm down. Through it all, I still felt safe. Loved, even.” Micaela whips her head up, her eyes wide with panic. “Not that you love me. I didn't mean, I, uh, I didn’t–”

A loud banging on the door startles both of us.

“Sir, you’re not allowed back here!” someone shouts.

“She’s my goddamn daughter! She can’t throw herself away like a common whore!”

“No,” Micaela whispers, jerking out of my arms and scurrying behind the bed to hide.

Her reaction speaks volumes about her relationship with her father. She’s terrified of the man, almost as if he’s been abusive toward her. The fact that he wanted to use her for leverage in the business world lines up with being an abusive prick.

God fucking help me if that’s true.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” I promise Micaela. “Go grab that robe over there and we’ll get the fuck out of here, okay?”

She nods and then yelps when the door rattles in its frame. “Micaela! You better not be doing what I think you’re doing. Twenty-one years of raising you, and for what? You’re ruining the only valuable thing you have.”

That’s it. I was going to try to sneak out of here but fuck this fucking fuck face. How the hell didn’t I see what an asshole he was before now? I guess we’re both pretty solitary and he leaves me alone as long as I bring in clients and get my work done on time.

“Go to the en suite bathroom, babygirl,” I tell Micaela. “Lock the door. I’ll come get you when this is all over.”

It guts me to see tears in her eyes. Her father said some awful things about her just now, and I have to believe he’s been filling her head with these lies for years. That shit stops tonight.

“Morrison, he’s not worth it,” she says, securing the silk robe around herself.

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