Page 19 of Her Biker Daddy

“Leaving you hungry and unsatisfied?” I state and her shoulder lifts a bit. “Earlier was so you’d learn not to push when I tell you no. This time it’s for your pleasure baby.”

“How is leaving me without for my pleasure?” she asks as I grab out the groceries first. She takes the bookbags and I don’t argue that, or when she grabs the smaller bag from the store.

“I’ll come back for the rest later,” I promise, dropping a kiss onto her lips before moving us towards the door. “As for the other thing,” I add as a couple guys give us nods in the hallway, “it’s so when I let you come later, it’ll feel so much stronger. I’m going to spend the rest of the afternoon teasing you, building it up, and by the time I get inside you later tonight, you’re going to go off like a top.”

“Really?” she asks, and I nod, dropping a kiss onto her lips as we reach the steps. “Okay, but does that mean I can’t pout about it, daddy?”

“You can pout and try to tease me into changing my mind all you want this afternoon without punishment, but you won’t break me.”

“Okay,” she says, smiling a hint more and we move down to our rooms, and I unlock the door, ushering her inside. I drop off the groceries in the kitchenette, then take her bags to the bedroom, grabbing the extra key out of nightstand before moving her back to the door.

“This will unlock the door if the battery dies or for some reason it won’t accept your print,” I tell her, showing her where the keyhole is, before programming her prints into it. “I trust my brothers to an extent, but this keeps both them out when I don’t want company and ensures the club girls don’t come near my bed.”

“Club girls?” she questions, and I nod, settling her onto a chair before unloading the groceries as I explain things to her. “So, they don’t have any say in what happens to them?”

“They know what they’re getting into when they come out looking for sex or help. A couple of them came here to leave the jackasses they were dating or married to that beat them. The club agreed to help but they became property of the club. A couple of the others were hooking up in the city and figured it was safer to chain themselves to the club than to their pimps. Some of the girls just like to fuck and don’t care with who. Any of them are free to leave at any time, but leaving means they don’t have any protection any longer, nowhere to live. They’ll have to fend for themselves entirely.”

“I…” Her face scrunches up and I lean over, giving her a soft kiss, stroking her chin seeing the confusion still in her eyes.

“It’s the way of life of most clubs, baby. Women flock to them for whatever reasons. Some want to become old ladies…it’s what we call a committed woman. A wife, serious, or longtime girlfriend. Some clubs hand out the title of old lady to close friends of the club, but for us it means someone that’s taken. Other men are to keep their eyes and hands off of her, because they belong to a brother—or sometime brothers. One of the other clubs we occasionally join up with if we need backup on runs has two guys that share an old lady. The three of them are a couple.”

“Like all three have sex with each other, even the guys?” she asks, her eyes wide with shock and I chuckle, giving her a soft kiss and nod.

“A couple of the guys here enjoy doubling up with a girl, so it’s not unheard of for club members to share a woman at the same time or even be bi-sexual and enjoy whatever they want, baby. We’ve got a few members that are gay. In fact, Cash our treasurer, is. He hasn’t brought anyone around, but we all know and not one of the guys says shit about it. But far as things go here, only a handful of the patches have old ladies. Some only date girls outside of the club, others only sleep with the club girls. When a member takes on an old lady, they get a cut with a property of patch. Yours has two,” I tell her, enjoying the way her eyes widen in shock at that information. “It’s in my closet ready and waiting for our next ride.”

“What do the patches say?” she asks, her voice a little breathless, but the look in her eyes in the same kindling fire I saw every day at the diner and I’m going to enjoy flaming it even higher.

“The first says ‘Property of Steel Reapers Pres’ since that’s my title and what most of the guys call me now. When I first became a patch, my road name was Fate. Maybe not most clever thing they could come up with considering my name’s Tate, but it was mostly meant as a reminder that testing me was putting their fate in my hands. I’ve never shied away from doing what’s needed. Not before or since I joined the club. I’ve killed and don’t regret a single life I’ve taken. Your second patch says ‘Property of Fate’ with the club’s logo. If we go on rides or meet up with others at rallies and summits, you’ll wear it, to show others there that you belong to me, not the club like the club girls, but tome. Touching another club’s old lady is like threatening war. Touching a club’s president’s old lady, is suicide.”

“So, the club girls belong to the entire club and any of them can have them if they want them. What if they don’t want that specific man?” she asks, and I kiss her forehead where it’s furled. “Do they go on rides or to rallies with you all?”

“Sometimes, when they do, they have cuts they wear that show they’re ours with Property of Steel Reapers MC patches on them. Yes, other guys from other clubs can take a liking to them. We’ve traded girls at rallies before and there might have been some hesitation on the girls’ part, but they give up some of their freedoms in order to be under the club’s protection. For the most part, they really don’t care who they’re with as long as it’s a patch,” I add when her eyes still show disbelief, and I love how innocent she really is about others that seem to enjoy sex in mass quantities. “They can refuse a prospect, but not a patch unless that patch has caused them harm before, which has only happened once. Usually if a patch harms even a club girl, bodily hurts them, they’re out because we don’t keep psychopaths as part of the club.

“The only exception was when Turner’s girlfriend broke up with him and he got wasted. He was having sex with a club girl, had her on top of him, and he drunkenly forgot he’d initiated it and knocked her off him. He tossed her around, banged her up before she could get out of the room, and the others got him under control. He was disgusted with himself when he sobered up, saw what he’d done, which is the only reason we let him stay. He signed a contract saying he wouldn’t drink anymore or raise a fist to any woman. If he got drunk or even tried to hit someone, he’d be out of the club.”

“I could never…” she begins, and I can’t stop the laugh that slips up, giving her a kiss as her eyes narrow on me slightly.

“I know, baby girl. That’s part of why I want you. You can ask some of the patches and they’ll tell you, club girls, and girls like them, got old a long time ago. That’s why some of them only date girls outside of the club. When I was twenty, sure, I didn’t give a damn if the girl I did was doing someone else, but as I got older, I got more selective, until I reached a point where I didn’t think I’d ever find someone that would match what I wanted. Until I found you, but you were so innocent when it came to sex especially, and you never let that front slip to show your real pain, that I didn’t think I could dare corrupt you. As for the club girls, why don’t you hold off on tarring us as to how they’re treated until you’ve actually met some of them,” I suggest, knowing for certain she’ll hate Lori. The woman’s tried everything to get into my pants, including picking my old lock which is why I have the electronic one now. I’d have sent her packing if some of the others weren’t so appreciative of her prowess and voted down the proposal. She won’t get close enough to touch Everly, I’ll see to it.

“Okay, as long as I only belong to you and you only belong to me, I guess it doesn’t really matter what other adults decide to do,” she says and I nod, lifting her into my arms and carry her back into the bedroom to unpack her bags.

“You can have the top two drawers on the left side of the dresser and as much of the closet as you want. I don’t keep much that needs hung up and most of my stuff fits in the dresser and cabinet. If we need more storage, another dresser or cabinet, just tell me, baby girl. It’s easy to get what we need built with the club at hand.”

“I’m sure that’ll be more than enough,” she says with a laugh, pulling open the top drawer of the dresser I said was hers and she stops, her eyes turning back towards me as she sees the presents meant for both of us in there already.

“I told you I didn’t buy you clothes, just more of your knee high socks and little nighties,” I state, as she turns my way with the item that’s not either of those two things. “My little girl doesn’t want to dress up as a bunny for daddy?”

“This is a…”

“Butt plug, yeah, and trust me, baby girl, you’ll be glad I bought it when I take your ass with my cock the first time. This will help stretch you so you can take me without being in the bad kind of pain,” I tell her, enjoying the way her eyes darken, the fear and shock fading, replaced with hunger and I know I’ll get to see her wearing those knee highs, with the corset top, and bunny plug very soon.

Chapter 8

Everly

Islip my hand into Tate’s as he leads us down the hallway away from his rooms. He spent the whole afternoon teasing me about all the things daddy was going to do to me in and out of bed, and god, I am so hungry for all of it, but even more so for more of his gentleness. The way he holds me, wraps me up in his arms and is just with me in the moment.

I’ve laughed more this afternoon than I swear I have in my entire life.

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