Page 12 of Her Biker Daddy

“I’ll go check for it. The tire’s shot, all of them are, so I figured we’d need to take it to the garage to replace them, so I left the keys in my box. We can take it over this morning if you want, Pres,” Bolts adds but I shake my head no surprising the group.

“She’s not driving that piece of shit anymore. I’ll buy her a new car if she wants one. She can drive mine whenever she needs to go if I’m not with her. She’s done with the diner so right now, that won’t be a lot of places.”

“Got it, we’ll still take the car in, see if it’s worth fixing up or just junking it,” Bolts suggests and I nod, letting him move out of the room while I turn my attention back to Meyer.

“If you’ve got something to say about the cops, say it or don’t bring it up again.”

“I’m not mad or worried about you offing them man, but a little bit of warning as to what we should have expected is all I ask for next time. I mean fucking hell, Pres, that shit wasn’t what I anticipated seeing,” he says and the slow smirk that crawls onto my lips has several others looking on in question.

“They were going to rape my woman. What would you have done if it was your girl they wanted to harm?” I return.

“Cut off their dicks,” Meyer suggests shaking his head. “I hope you didn’t get off on that shit, brother.”

“Only thing I got off on last night was claiming my girl’s virginity, making her all mine, and giving her what she needed as much as she gave me what I needed,” I tell him, lifting my chin again at the questions that hit eyes at the word virginity. I don’t give a shit if they know she was one. She’s mine and I was fucking thrilled to know there weren’t any men out there I needed to kill so they’d never again know how incredible it was to make love to—or straight out fuck—her.

“Well, you’ve got a stronger stomach than I do if you were able to get close enough to ram that thing…” Meyer stops, looking a little green and I chuckle making him glare at me in return.

“I didn’t do it to him. I made his partner do it. Any time he tried to stop, I shocked him on the dick or nuts with the cattle prod. It’s apparently a good motivator. The only thing I did to that one was give his baton a good hard kick. The other one I just pulled on a leash before putting him down like the animal he was. He tried to bring that baton down on Everly’s head, so it seemed fitting.”

“Spawn and Victors decided to split PDQ when they saw the mess, then told Crater he was damn lucky your girl got you to back down when they finally got in this morning. Said to tell you the car was caught on a red light camera heading into town. Victors was blocked from view with the temporary tint they put up, so no issues there, and then let a couple others catch him on the way to hooker row. Spawn stayed far enough back he wouldn’t get snapped in the same frame, and the car was already being eyed when he picked up Victors. Told the others that were up and still commenting on you actually being interested in a girl, let alone one that called you daddy when you were so against Hinton’s plan being hypocritical of you that they should never utter a word towards your girl that could offend either of you unless they welcomed the deepest circle of hell finding them on earth,” Meyer added giving me a head’s up.

“Difference is that Everly’s nineteen now and I don’t think of her as a little girl, even if she is my little girl. She’s not a child I’m interested in…doing,” I state unable to even utter the other words in the same sentence as a child. “She’s my baby girl, my baby, but not a child. She’s mine to take care of in the way a daddy should, but also my woman to love the way a man should. That’s the fucking difference.”

“Okay, don’t know what I just walked into, but this is the only bag in the car,” Bolts says, holding out the bookbag and I bite down on my tongue seeing it’s a pink one with a butterfly pin stuck on it.

“I just was mentioning some of the stupid comments some of the others were making after hearing Everly calling Pres daddy.”

“Ahh, stupid fuckers, got it. Well, I’m going to get to the garage, so tell Everly I said welcome,” Bolts adds before moving off, letting me take the bag up to my girl trying to cool off.

“What’s wrong?” she asks when I’m barely across the room’s threshold.

“Just some shit with a couple of the patches I’m apparently going to have to deal with. Seems they don’t understand how a man can want to have a little girl, be their daddy, but be against trafficking underage girls,” I admit, loving the fury that crosses her face.

“You’re kidding right?”

“Nope, I’ll make it clear to them what being a daddy with a little girl means and none of them will dare utter a single fucking word of it to you, baby. I promise,” I reassure her, before putting her bag in her lap with a grin her way. “It suits you.”

“I bought it with the money you left me,” she says, her face flushing and I brush a kiss onto her lips, holding her face gently. “I thought about taking it home, showing my daddy what he bought me and how much I liked it, how happy it made it to have something so pretty finally…”

“I left you the extra money so I knew you were taken care of baby, so I knew you could get anything you wanted. I love that you picked out things you wanted to show off to me, and if there’s more you’d like to do with it, we can. I’ll take you as far down as you need to give you pleasure, pretty girl. You’re naturally a submissive. You can stand up for yourself, defend yourself as you need, but that’s different from falling into a submissive role. It’s where you feel most comfortable, isn’t it? When you think of sexual and intimate moments, you need to be in the submissive role.” Everly’s eyes warm even more and she nods, crawling onto my lap and I hold her tight, knowing she needs this as much as I need to hold her. “If you want or need to lean more into that space in the majority of our life, even if it’s just for a period of time, or when certain situations arise, all you have to do is ask for it, like you did when you needed daddy to give you hints of pain to make you feel good. Okay?”

“Okay daddy,” she says with a beautiful smile, just resting in my arms. “I don’t know why but I do like the hints of pain. I always have.”

“Explain,” I demand, lifting her face up so I can see her eyes clearer.

“I used to pinch myself, normally on my arm, just to feel it. Or I’d get a rubber band or hair tie and put it on my wrist and snap it,” she says with a little shrug.

“Used to?” I ask, recalling the thing that she used to wear on her wrist when she was at the diner. I haven’t seen it in months, which makes me more curious.

“I haven’t done it since you started giving me cash tips. I haven’t felt the need to do that, just touch myself thinking about you, about telling you what I spent my money on, showing things off for you,” she expands, and I press a kiss to her forehead, enjoying her smile even more. “I would do it whenever I was worried or anxious, but lately if I felt like that, I would just think about you and the extra cash I had hidden in my purse that I knew my mother and her latest boyfriend wouldn’t find. I’d think of the things I could buy with it and how you might react seeing some of them. If you’d love them and kiss me, touch me until I came, or if you’d hate them and spank me, tell me I could never wear them in public.”

“Needing daddy to keep you safe and happy, calm you when you were feeling out of control,” I state and she nods, her cheeks brighter. “That’s what I wanted too, what I need too Everly. I need you to come to me just as much as I want you to come to me when you need something or feel something. That’s why I don’t care if you call me daddy all the time rather than just in bed or when we ‘slip into play’ like some couples might. For me, it feels right that I’m your daddy, no matter what is going on, where we are. It’s not just when it comes to the sexual part of the relationship with you and I think you’re in the same place, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” she sighs, her fingers playing with my lips and I nip at them making her giggle. “I don’t think I could ever just call you daddy when we’re having sex. I want to be able to call you daddy when we’re out shopping and I show you something. Ask if daddy likes it. I want to be able to call you daddy if I’m scared and need you. Want you to be my daddy if I’m teasing you somewhere I shouldn’t be, when I shouldn’t be.”

“You want that because it’s where you feel most like you, where you feel safest, with someone who will take over the dominant role that you can trust. That’s what I want too, baby girl. What I hope to have with you for life. There’s nothing you have to worry about when it comes to us and that, baby. A good dominant knows when and where and how far to push their partner. They know their limits and while they may push them to them, they’ll never break them for their sole pleasure, because for most dominants, it’s only pleasurable when their partner is completely safe within it. The truth is baby girl, the submissive has the true power, because they’re the ones that can always end it. Any dominant that doesn’t stop when they’re told to, isn’t a true dominant, isn’t a true partner. They’re only using that role to gain power—like the cops in this town,” I offer, seeing her desire for us grow even deeper with my words. She’s probably only read books with the themes of daddies taking care of their little girls, never delved into the world of dominants and submissives, so I want to know that she understands this if we move deeper and deeper into it.

I used to not care about the women I was with, their needs as long as I got off, but after a while, it started to get harder and harder to get off, and I didn’t understand why. That’s when I started learning of the different layers of the darker pleasures. Discovered some of my darkness came from and built upon my sexual desires and other parts of it were just from the life I’ve lived. I learnt that I needed a submissive’s consent to do whatever I desired in order to get off, but until I found Everly, the idea of being a daddy outside the bedroom never entered my mind. I never imagined looking forward to having the pleasure of indulging in the non-sexual bits of being a daddy that I’ve felt build over the past year.

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