Page 13 of Her Biker Daddy

Finding pieces of everything that I desire in her just makes this new need to be her daddy in everything feel natural to me too.

“Like my ‘father’,” she adds, and I nod. “You won’t get mad if I…”

“If you don’t enjoy something and want it to stop?” I guess when she pauses, giving her a kiss so she can feel my answer before I begin to say it. “No, I won’t get mad if you discover something you don’t like and don’t want to do it again. Even if it’s something I might like doing to you. If you get no pleasure out of it, no enjoyment of it, don’t consent to it, then I won’t either, baby. For me, that’s the main need—your consent for what we’re doing. Some nights I may want to take things harder, darker than we might regularly. Want to play with you in ways that others looking in might find distasteful, but I would never do it without your agreement to it. I wouldn’t get off without it. Same as last night, if you hadn’t told me I could have you, I wouldn’t have been able to come the way I did.”

“And what if I want you to do something to me you don’t want to do? You were worried that you’d hurt me,” she adds when my brows furl and I smile, giving her a soft kiss as her belly grumbles again, reminding me of the need to feed her.

“It was your first time, baby. I’ve never been with a virgin before, and I didn’t want to hurt you in any way that might make you shy away from me in the future. Yes, I was worried you were hurting when you were barely breathing, because if I never was able to have you again, I’d lose my mind. I enjoy giving pain that gives someone pleasure during sex, so if you want to explore that side of things more, I won’t ever deny you it. The only limit I have set in stone right this minute, is other men having you, touching you—women too,” I tack on, putting a blush in her cheeks I love. “I will have no problems taking you to the edge of your limits once we know where they are, baby girl. I’ll enjoy doing it too, especially if I have to take you there because you’re being a little brat and demanding something in bed going forward.”

“Is that so?” she asks, returning my grin and I nod, giving her one more kiss before moving her off my lap, enjoying her little pout.

“Careful with that bottom lip, baby. I might think you’re being a brat if you stick it out at me and spank your ass until you’re promising to be daddy’s good girl and only daddy’s good girl, and right now, you’re not ready for that,” I state, reminding myself of that fact more than even her.

“I’m not?”

“No, because when daddy’s spanking your ass, it’ll be with daddy’s cock deep in it, so until then, you’d best be daddy’s good girl. Which means getting dressed so I can feed you, then take you to get the rest of your stuff. Understand?” I question, and she nods with a smile so bright I can’t resist another taste of her lips, and I give her soft, slow kiss until I know I’m about to break. “Get dressed,” I grunt, adjusting my hard cock inside my jeans.

I don’t argue when she slips into the bathroom to dress, leaving the door open and I can see her pull out a new bra from the bag that doesn’t appear to be of the same type as the one on my floor. The reminder of it has me getting up, grabbing it to toss in the trash before throwing her shorts in the laundry hamper, while I add the uniform to the trash. She won’t ever need to wear it ever again. Well…not to work in. I might just have her bring the other one home so I can show her exactly what I’d have done with her if I’d known she’d been plagued with the dark shit.

There’s one aspect of things I’m hungry for with her, but after last night and those fucking cops, it might take a bit to draw her into that arena of play. I’m hoping we can get to it though, because the idea of doing whatever I want to my little girl makes my cock throb.

“Will this do?” Everly asks, and I turn her way, smiling at the sight of her in a pair of shorts overalls that while short, don’t show off all of her thighs. She’s wearing a short-sleeve shirt under them, it’s rainbow colors all swirled together and fuck, I can’t wait to undress her when we’re home later. She has ankle socks on with her shoes and I pull her into my arms, giving her another kiss, while my hand slips inside the overalls.

“You look perfect. If we were staying home I’d tell you to put on some of your new socks for daddy. After taking off the bra and panties so daddy could come up behind you, slip his hand in here and get his taste of your sweet pussy,” I tease, putting a flush in her cheeks I love before I pull her out of the room. I grab her purse on our way through the living room, turning back her way recalling her words from earlier about hiding cash in it, and ask her about it.

“There’s a tear in the lining. They’ll take the cash I have in it even if it’s in my room, but they haven’t found the ones I slip down into the lining.”

“How much do you have in it do you think?” I ask as we move down the steps.

“A thousand, maybe a little more. I knew it wasn’t enough to get out of here and get me somewhere to live. That if I really wanted to do that, I needed to stop spending what you gave me, but…”

“You didn’t really want to go, to leave me,” I muse, kissing her temple before we reach the dining room. “We have a few patches that can cook pretty decently so what do you want for breakfast?” I ask her as we move towards my normal table. “They’re better than the guys at the diner so don’t be shy, baby girl, tell me what you want.”

“French toast with honey and bacon,” she suggests, biting her lower lip and I tease it out of her teeth, giving her a kiss before settling her into a chair.

“I’ll be right back.” I move into the kitchen, letting them know I need French toast with a side of bacon for my girl, along with my normal breakfast, and check the cabinets for honey.

“Something you’re looking for Pres?” Slice asks as he lays down the bacon for both of our breakfasts.

“Honey, my girl wants it with her breakfast. Also, make sure to stock up on pulp free orange juice and cranberry grape juice,” I tell him knowing that’s what she prefers from seeing her at the diner.

“Check the cabinet to your left, middle shelf. Should still be good,” Slice says, and I see Jaco add the items to the shopping list.

I find the honey which looks brand new, and take it with me to put on our table, grabbing an apple juice for Everly to drink this morning, and a cup of coffee for me. She smiles when I set the honey on the table, grinning as she shakes her head at me a bit. “What?”

“A honey bear?” she teases, her smile beautiful and perfect, and I lean over, stealing it.

“I didn’t buy it, but it definitely fits you, baby girl. I told them to add some juice to the shopping list, so if there’s anything else you want to have in regular stock down here, just let me know. We can go by the store on our way home and pick up whatever you might want for upstairs.”

“Cranberry grape?” she asks me, her eyes hopeful and I kiss her nose, not caring who’s watching to see it.

“And pulp free orange juice because the guys only buy the with pulp shit,” I say with a nod, loving her smile.

“You’re the best, daddy.”

“Just for my little girl,” I assure her, and her eyes widen when she sees the plates Slice brings out to us. “Eat what you can of it, if it’s too much, it’s okay.”

“You never order that much when you come in,” Everly says, humming happily when she tries her French toast. “God…it’s so much better than the diner’s.”

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