Page 24 of Her Biker Daddy

“It’s okay, baby. You’re safe because daddy’s here, daddy’s got you,” I reassure her, my hand holding onto her head gently as I lower mine her way. The idiot tries to struggle out of my grasp, but I simply tighten my hold on his neck until he stops, any attempt to speak nothing but garbled squawks. “I will always protect you, you know that, don’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes,” she whispers, shaking as I kiss her forehead.

“But sometimes daddy might not be close enough to get to you. I might not be with you if you’re in town and I have to know you can protect yourself,” I explain lifting her eyes to mine. “Daddy’s going to show you how to do that starting with this. Reach into my pocket and pull out my knife,” I instruct, forcing my cock to stay down when she does what I ask immediately. “Good girl, now open it,” I continue, my tone gentle but sure, showing her, I know what’s best as always. “Daddy’s going to get you one just like it that you’ll keep on you, so you don’t ever have to be scared to be alone. Now, come in front of daddy so I can show you how to hold it, so you don’t cut yourself on the blade.”

Everly slips up between us a bit slowly. My reach is long enough the bastard can’t try to hurt her without me retaliating, so she’s safe. I slip my hand down her arm, covering her hand and make sure she has a good grip on the knife, as I kiss her temple, letting her feel my full presence so she’s not scared to be close to the bastard again. “That’s right, you’ll need to have a firm grip on the knife, so it doesn’t slip. Flesh and muscle are tougher than you think and depending on what they’re wearing, can affect how much force you’ll need to get the knife in.”

“I don’t think…” she starts, and I nuzzle against her face, calming her back down.

“I know and it’s okay if you can’t kill,” I promise her, letting my lips kiss as much as I can reach of her face without turning her loose. “Stabbing them will usually be enough to slow them down, allow you time to get free, and if they need taken out in the end, daddy will hunt them down and do it. Knifing someone takes practice and it’s best to do it on something that would be similar to human flesh. He’s already a dead man, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t do it perfectly, if it takes several tries to get a good stab in, he’s nothing more than a practice dummy now, baby girl.”

Her body relaxes back into mine and I kiss her temple once more, guiding her hand higher with the knife. “There are a lot of places you can aim for to do damage, enough that you’ll be able to get away with ease. Depending on whether you’re standing or on the ground or in a chair, there are plenty of spots that will do just enough for you to get free, or you can easily move your aim just enough and make them fatal. If you’re aiming for damage, go with the gut as it’s the biggest target. You can hold the blade so it’s flat or standing up, but you’ll want to use an upward motion, not downward. It’s easier to fend off a knife when you can see it coming.”

I guide her arm backwards, then thrust it forward, my eyes glittering as the blade sinks into his flesh, making him croak out a cry around my hold on his throat. “If you don’t think just that’s enough to stop them, give the knife a twist and it’ll drop them to their knees.”

I turn our hands, showing her how to do it for maximum pain, and his body jerks with the agony, as we pull the blade back out of him. “Another spot that’s good to aim for, especially if someone has you on the ground, is the groin, but it’s also very easy to hit an artery, so aim closest for the nuts or just above. Jeans will need more force to get through than shorts or sweatpants,” I remind her, and with a flash I help her dig the blade into his ball sack before showing her the hit just below the bellybutton.

With each stab, her body relaxes into me more and I press kisses to her to keep her that way. I can’t completely stop the way my cock wakes, finding it sexy as hell to watch my girl stick the bastard that would have done god only knows what to her if I hadn’t been here to stop it. Her ass presses harder against me, and I nip her ear, smiling at the way her breath hitches. “That’s my good girl, it’s not so scary now, is it?”

“No, it’s not, daddy,” she agrees, and I press a kiss to her cheek before pointing the knife at the other weak spots.

“Now, if the first ones don’t stop them and it’s you or them, there are some places that make it quick. If they’re bigger than you, your best shots will be for the femoral artery. You’ll want to aim for the crook of the leg, and slice downward. They’ll bleed heavily with that type of stab so if you’re wanting something that is more likely to bleed internally than externally, go for the liver. You’ll want to hold the blade flat, so it goes in between the ribs, unless it’s a really skinny knife. You’ll aim for the right side, between the second and third, or third and fourth ribs will most likely give you a direct hit to it. A person can die in about ninety seconds from a stab there.

“If they’re on top of you and you can get your arms up, above their chest, aim for the heart and lungs, or, the carotid or jugular. If you can’t get that far in, aim for the armpit. There’s another artery there that you can cut,” I add, demonstrating with the tip of the knife of where all of the places are as the bastard slowly bleeds. “And if you find them with their back to you, even just momentarily while they try to regroup, you can aim for the back of the knee. The femoral artery runs down through there and it’s a shallow point that can easily be reached.”

“Can you help me?” she asks softly, her eyes showing no fear and I kiss her gently, rubbing her nose with mine.

“You don’t have to do it, daddy can handle it, baby,” I assure her, but her mouth comes up on mine, giving me a harder kiss that has my cock fiercely hungry, just as hungry as I am to finish this bastard.

“Help me do it, daddy,” she whispers when the kiss ends, no hesitation in her eyes and I easily give into her pleas.

“Make sure to hold it tight, blade flat,” I remind her as she lifts her hand, and when her wrist turns, I cover her hand with mine and show her the best spot to slide the knife into the liver for a kill shot. Her body sinks against mine and together we thrust it in, pulling a weak croak from the bastard. I kiss her as I pull the knife out, wiping the blade on the man’s shirt before letting him drop to the ground. I wipe my hand on my pants before lifting it up to the back of Everly’s head and give her a full kiss as I pull her up against me. The tremble that flows through her isn’t of fear, it’s hunger and I lift her into my arms to take upstairs with me.

“That’s my girl. Daddy’s good little girl,” I promise her, before looking to Meyer and the others who were there watching. “Clean up the trash.”

“Will do,” Meyer says, and I lift Everly higher in my arms, quickly making the way back to our rooms.

My eyes narrow on a box that’s on the floor of the living room, but I don’t stop until we’re in the bedroom, and I settle her onto the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of her, my eyes sliding completely over her looking for anything and everything that’s bruised or upset. Her hair is half pulled out the bun she had it in, strands of it hanging down her back. The top buttons on her blouse are hanging loose and there’s a mark on her arm that if I’d focused on earlier, would have resulted in more stabs for that bastard.

“What happened, baby girl? Tell daddy what happened so he can make it better,” I tell her gently, my hands running up and down her sides, holding her gaze as her chin trembles a bit.

“I was in the living room reading, waiting for daddy to be finished with work, when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and he was there, a sneer on his face as looked at my outfit,” she adds, and I nod, holding my tongue to not go off because I know she needs to get this out. She looks beautiful in the pink blouse and lacey white shorts, young and sweet just like she is, as my perfect little girl is. “I reached out for the box, and he just pushed his way inside, grabbed at my top and tried to rip it open. I stomped on his foot and turned to run to the bedroom, and he grabbed my hair, trying to pull me back. I stumbled, which made him hit the table and I was able to slip into the bedroom. I didn’t know if the door would hold for long, so I slipped through the closet and into the other room.”

“And out through the other door back into the hallway,” I guess, and she nods.

“He must have heard my shoes on the tile out there because he came running after me. I just wanted to get to you, but he caught up with me in the hall there…”

“Shh, it’s okay, baby girl. You did the right thing calling out for daddy. It’s over now, he’ll never be able to upset you again, and no one else in the club would risk it. Not unless they want to die,” I promise, pulling her into my arms again as I slip up to sit on the bed, leaving her straddling my lap.

“I was so scared until I saw you. Then I knew I was safe. That daddy would make him sorry for hurting his little girl,” she sighs, her face resting in my throat and my body shivers when her lips press a kiss to me there. “I didn’t think I could ever love daddy more until he showed me how to be strong.”

“I fucking loved seeing you with a bloody knife in your hand, baby, but I meant it,” I add, brushing her hair from her face as I lift her gaze up to mine, “if you can’t stomach using a knife to kill someone, can only use it to protect yourself and get away, that’s all I’ll ever ask you to do. I will hunt them to the ends of the earth to avenge you, baby. Kill anyone that deserves it, then come home and show you that you’re safe, because daddy took care of it.”

“Kiss me, daddy. Kiss me hard,” she pleads, and there’s not a chance in hell I can say no to that. My hand slips into her hair, gripping it tight, showing her with daddy it’s nothing to be scared of, before stealing her lips in a long, hard kiss that leaves has her rolling her hips against mine, making my cock twitch.

I grip the edge of the blouse and give it a hard tug, popping off the buttons because I’ll never handle seeing her in it again. I’ll buy her a dozen similar to replace it, but she’ll never wear that one again. Her tits are covered with a little lacy bralette, and I push the straps off her shoulders, sucking the hard nipple into my mouth as I palm the other one. Her hips roll against me harder and faster, and I turn us, laying her out on the bed before tugging the shorts down her thighs, groaning when I see she’s bare under them except for the plug in her ass.

I throw my shirt off, not wanting it to touch her bare skin. It could have blood on it and that will never touch her. My pants hit the floor, and I lean over her, caging her in, as I move between her thighs. I tug her ass to the end of the bed and fill her with a hard thrust. My hands grip her hips as I pound into her, her tits shaking, teasing me and I lean down, stealing one peak then the other until her pussy clamps down around me, her beautiful cry of ‘yes daddy’ makes me erupt and I drag her fully up against my chest, walking us into the bathroom when my legs are steady. Her pussy clutches at me with every step, and I turn on the shower, moving us into the stream as I push her up against the wall, taking her all over again.

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