Page 18 of Her Biker Daddy

“What did you mean when you said I’d end up with a sore bottom?” she asks, and I grab her hand that’s playing with the hem of her shorts, bringing it to my mouth and kiss her palm. She bites her bottom lip, squirming in her seat, and I know the hunger from earlier is growing once more inside her. The chief of police might have sent her into a different state of mind, but the hunger never really faded.

“When you’re being just a bit bratty, it’ll be spankings. The intensity of them will grow based on how bratty you are, and when you really push it, or break the rules, daddy will not only spank your ass red, he’ll take it hard and rough, leaving you unsatisfied until you come to daddy asking for forgiveness.” Her little gasp of breath isn’t from fright, no, the breathiness of the little moan underneath it proving her hunger is quickly bubbling to the surface. “Daddy will always forgive his little girl, but she’ll have to earn it. Some days that will mean you on your knees taking every inch of me down your throat. Other days it will mean spreading that sore bottom open for me to keep taking without a single complaint or protest. Daddy will only take it hard again if you were a really big brat and I know you’ll only truly learn to behave by making the pain linger.”

“Daddy…you’re so big,” she cries, shivering in her seat, and I kiss her palm again, before resting it on my hard cock.

“Just means I’ll be able to really punish you when you’re wrong then, doesn’t it?” I tease her, then tease myself by having her stroke my cock through my jeans. “When we get inside the garage, you’re going to lean over here and suck daddy off to say thank you for your new clothes and all the yummy goodies I bought you.”

“Please daddy,” she hums, her eyes excited for it, and I fight to keep my focus on the road the rest of the way to the clubhouse. It’s not going to take long for me to come, and the garage is a welcome sight as I pull around the side of the building. It’s the original shop that was built for the school’s trade program, and holds both bikes and cars for me, Meyer, Spawn, Victors, Cash, and Tonka as the ranks of the club.

Victors is our sergeant at arms, responsible for keeping our personal weapons and backup in ready order, in addition to ensuring orders are carried out. He works closest with Spawn who took over as Enforcer when I stepped up to be president. Tonka is our road captain, he helps plan our runs and sees that our bikes are in top condition on them, then works with Bolts at the garage when we’re home.

None of them should be here or coming into the garage soon, so I have no worries about what I plan to do to my girl when she’s gotten me off.

I turn off the car, closing the garage door then push the car door open so the air that runs through the garage will keep us from sweltering in the heat of the day. Everly’s hands already have my zipper down and my cock springing free by the time I’ve opened the door, and my attention slides down to her as her mouth slides over my cock, teasing every last inch of it with her tongue. “Fuck, that’s it, baby girl. Suck it good.”

“Mmm…yes daddy,” she mumbles around my thickness, not releasing me, and I smile, seeing the hunger in her eyes for it—to give me pleasure.

My breath leaves my lips with a hiss as she swallows around me, the feel of her throat teasing the head of my cock, and when she moans, it’s too much. I come with a rapid fire, choking her with force which only makes me want to fuck her more when laces of my cum land on her neck and chin.

I bring her face to mine, licking the cum off her chin before sliding it into her mouth, and she steals it off my tongue with hers, while I rub the rest into her skin as I hold onto her throat. “That’s daddy’s good girl.”

“Do you need more, daddy?” she asks, her hand wrapping around my still aching cock, and I hiss out a breath to keep from coming instantly at her touch.

“Yes, but not with your hand or your sweet mouth. Get in the backseat,” I tell her, lifting her out of the car over me. Her face flushes but she reaches for the handle of the backdoor and I climb out after her, leaving it open as she slips up into the bucket seat, her eyes looking to me for more. “Slip into the other one,” I urge her, waiting until she’s sitting in it to release the latch that lets it swivel, turning it until it’s facing into the vehicle rather than forward, and set it, as she holds the armrests tight.

“What on earth…” she gasps when I push the other one so it’s facing the back row, giving me more room to maneuver.

“Custom set up the guys did. They move so we can store goods without anyone seeing the latches unless both seats are in the correct spot. If we have a big enough cache we’re going after, we take a big moving vehicle, but most of the time, they’re more likely to draw attention than a normal looking SUV might, especially if bikes are sticking close to it.”

“So, it’s not just to get girls in the back of to play with?” she asks, her cheeks bright with color, and I brush a kiss over her lips, holding her gaze to answer her.

“I haven’t slept with a woman in nine years, baby girl. You’re the first I’ve had since joining the club. The only one I’ll have from here forward. Other women mean nothing to me. Just you. Now, what has daddy told you about eating in daddy’s car and making a mess?” I add, glancing at the tiny little spots of melted chocolate on her shorts with a grin.

“Not to,” she replies with ease, coming right along with me and I nod, lifting a brow at her, waiting. “I’m sorry daddy, I won’t do it again.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that. Take the soiled mess off,” I state, and her hands slip to the straps and undoes one then the other, letting the bib drop. Her top half is still covered with her shirt, but her bottom half is bared when she slips the shorts off, and her knees press together as she looks up at me, her cheeks bright, such an innocent look in her eyes.

“Where are your panties, little girl? You know better than to go running around with your bottom bare. Did you let the boys see you like this, the way you show it off for daddy? Is that how you got money for the chocolate?” I question, and she doesn’t even blink an eye at them.

“No, daddy said to never let anyone else see my bottom. I wouldn’t disobey my daddy,” she counters innocently, and I smile, pressing a hand between her thighs, pushing them open while tugging her ass to the edge of the seat.

“You disobeyed by eating chocolate in daddy’s car, so how do I know you’re telling the truth? How do I know you didn’t let someone else touch you here,” I demand, cupping her pussy tightly, making her gasp. “Touch what belongs to daddy?”

“Because I love my daddy and would never disobey that rule,” she answers, “but daddy can tell I still belong to just him, can’t he? Daddy can tell I only know his love.”

“Let’s see,” I tease, pushing my cock deep into her as I hold her still on the edge of the seat. “Mmm, yeah, it’s still shaped just for me,” I groan as she squirms under me.

“I was your good girl. I’m always your good girl, daddy,” she whines as I keep her thighs pressed wide open against the seat, thrusting shallowly in and out while keeping off her sweet spots, wanting to drag it out.

“Good girls don’t make a mess in daddy’s car. They don’t sneak chocolate when daddy tells them not to, and they don’t walk around with bare bottoms, wearing shorts that anyone could take off them without daddy’s permission.”

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ll do better, I promise,” she cries wiggling her hips to get the needed stimulation, but I’ve got a tight hold on her and I don’t let her go.

“Yes, you will, but right now, you’ll accept your punishment for what you’ve done, and when you’ve leant your lesson, then daddy will remind you how good it feels when you let daddy touch you,” I state, pulling a cry from her that has me on edge, but it’s nothing compared to how good her pussy feels wrapped around me as she struggles a bit against my hold. Fuck, I’m going to have to talk to her about the rest soon. I can’t imagine not having a time where I can do anything and everything to my girl while she struggles to get free, to stop it—all with her consent to it beforehand.

I pick up speed, shifting so I’m grazing her g-spot as my orgasm races down my spine, and she screams in my ear as I come, flooding her with cum, and I hold her still until my cock stops spewing. Her whine as I pull out just makes me smile and I grab her panties out of my pocket, cleaning her up before slipping her shorts back onto her as her eyes stare up at me with wonder.

“Daddy…” she huffs, and I laugh, pulling her out of the car with me, and give her ass a spank. “You enjoy this, don’t you?”

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