Page 31 of Biker Daddy

Chapter Seven

Drew

They walked in silence after, making it all the way inside her cabin before speaking. His mind had been too busy imagining disciplining her and warring with himself over it. She needed it and they both knew it. He could tell she was aroused. Her face was flushed, and she kept wiggling and pressing her thighs together.

“Wait here, Addianna. I’ll get you something for dinner before we deal with your spanking.”

Her flushed cheeks seemed to pale. “You’re leaving?”

“Only for a few minutes.”

“I don’t want to sit in my cabin, alone, waiting for you to come spank me whenever you feel like it. Is there something you’re hiding from me, Drew? Is there some reason I need to stay here?” Her eyes narrowed, but he noticed she kept her poking finger holstered in the belt loop of her capri pants.

“Don’t push me, baby girl. You’re staying in your cabin because I said so. And because you seem to find trouble when you’re out of it. And because if I catch you anywhere else, I’ll find that damn switch.”

“Is that what biker daddies do? They lock their little girls up and spank them when they’re displeased with them?” There was something in her voice he didn’t recognize—something feral, sexy, and tinged with malice.

Was she flirting? Angry flirting?

He leaned toward her, smirking. He brushed a piece of loose hair back from her face, his hand lingering by her cheek. The smell of her, citrus shampoo or body wash mingled with pine needles, intoxicated him. She turned her face toward his left palm, allowing him to cup her cheek.

“That’s right, baby girl. That’s exactly what biker daddies do. They keep their little girls safe, healthy, and happy—even if that means punishing them. And honey, you’re getting punished.” Drew’s free hand rose and landed with a whack on her backside. Her eyes burst open wide in shock before fluttering closed as he was sure the heat from his hand sank in. Another swat branded her other cheek and she gasped, but kept her eyes closed. His left hand, still cupping her face, was meant to comfort, while his right heated her backside. She needed the spanking, but she needed comfort too.

“Lower your pants, baby girl. Daddy’s spanking your bare ass tonight.” When she only breathed, he released her face and undid her pants himself. He lowered them along with her panties. His hand cupped her left ass cheek, kneading, squeezing and pulling her against his front while his eyes pinned her in place with his intense stare. He released her bottom and a few swats landed on her bare skin. She hissed at the difference.

“You’ve been asking for this, babe. Since the moment you got here. Now Daddy’s going to take his time with you.” Another swat landed, burning his palm but surely sending vibrations through her. Against her, his cock was hard. She grasped his shoulders to hold herself upright.

“What about Layla? You were obviously angry with her today. Is she getting punished too? How many little girls do you have, Daddy?” Her last word was full of contempt. The arousal in her eyes turned hotter with anger.

He ground his teeth and dragged her by the upper arm to the bed. He dropped onto it and pulled her across his knees roughly. It was obvious she needed more than a few swats.

“Honey, you’re the only one I care enough about to spank, and I’m going to prove that right now.”

His hand landed harder this time—unforgiving, not sexy like before—and she squealed. His next swat was hard enough to make her lurch across his hard thighs. There was no sensual pause, no gentle caresses between. He spanked her relentlessly, again and again, knowing his hand ignited a fiery burn with every new branding.

“Ah, no, please.” She squirmed, twisting her hips instinctually to avoid his landing palm. He hoped the severity of swats helped her realize her mistake in baiting him. She’d learn to hold her tongue in the future.

“No more poking, babe. No more lying, no more sassing, and no more wandering off. Got me? And Jesus, baby girl, no more jealousy over that twit, Layla.” His hand landed in a splat across the middle of both her cheeks so hard she wailed and pelted the bed with her fists.

“Okay! Okay! No more!”

“If you cross me, little girl, you’re going to find yourself across my knee again and next time I might not go so easy on you.” He pulled her up and sat her on his knee, scooping her legs up so her hot bottom shifted between his open legs. He cradled her while she breathed in and out in little gasping breaths. Her pants were strewn across the room, as were her panties.

“Easy?” she huffed and let a whimper trail from her wobbling lips. “You’re not very nice, Mr. Biker!”

He cupped his hand against her cheek. He rolled his eyes skyward and chuckled, but when they came back to hers, his thoughts were no longer on her naughtiness, or how adorable she was. His thoughts were carnal. He wanted her. Her thighs clenched and he smirked.

“I can be, sweetheart. I can be very nice.” He leaned closer, looking from her eyes to her lips and back again. His lips pressed against hers, lightly at first and then harder until his teeth took her bottom lip and dragged off it.

“Daddy’s going to get your dinner and then he’s going to hold you until you fall asleep, you got me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” His hand left her face and scooped behind until he was cupping her head. He drew her in again and kissed her sweetly, but once more it was only gentle until it wasn’t. It morphed quickly, becoming hot, wet, and eager. It was a pirate plundering her for treasure, it was a robber stealing her wits, it was Adam and Eve tasting forbidden fruit. God, he still loved this woman.

He thought about confessing his love right there and then, but drew in a breath instead. Clenching his jaw, he lifted her, stood and set her on the bed. And then he spun and left her sitting there. He couldn’t tell her he loved her. Because they could never be together when his past was always chasing him, it was better she not know.

At the last minute, he turned back. Her mouth was agape, her nipples hard peaks, and her slightly open thighs shiny-slick in the lamplight.

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