Page 25 of Her Biker Daddy

“Let daddy wash you, baby,” I get out when her eyes focus on me. “I want nothing left of him on you when we leave this room. Only daddy’s touch will be on you.”

“Please daddy,” she sighs, letting me soap every inch of her, teasing her the entire time, and before the water turns off, I’ve taken her yet again.

I wrap her up in the toweling robe I bought her, letting her finish with her hair, before heading to the bedroom and strip the bed. It needed the sheets changed after this morning, but now, I toss even the comforter out. I don’t care if that bastard didn’t get in here. I want the entire space to feel different when Everly comes back in here.

I grab the gray quilt and white sheets, remaking the bed, and there’s a little smile on her face when she stops in the doorway, her eyes running over it. “Wow, gray instead of black. Am I turning you girly, daddy?” she teases, coming over to me, and I pull her tight into my arms.

“Nope, just wanted to make have something nice and clean ready for you tonight. If you want to pick out new bedding and shit for our bed, that’s fine, but no pink, no flowers, none of that stuff for in here.”

“In here…but I could pick out something different for the other room that is pink and girly?” she asks me, her teeth biting her bottom lip and I know she’s seeing some of the pictures on the websites where we’ve been ordering her more clothes. They’re outfits for daddy’s eyes only and I’ve got a plan for a room that’ll be for daddy’s eyes only as well.

“Do you want daddy to build you a very adult little girl playroom, baby? A room where you can go into and be daddy’s little girl in every way? Inside there, nothing else exists but daddy and you, and when daddy finds you in it, it means you’ll do anything your daddy tells you to do? Where if you act like a brat, daddy will give you the best punishments ever? And the word no doesn’t exist when it comes to daddy doing deliciously bad things to his little girl?” I ask, rubbing her soft skin through the robe she’s still wearing.

“Yes, please. Can we find somewhere to have something like that?” she sighs, and I pick her up, moving us through the closet and on into the other room, looking around it with new eyes.

“We could put a lock like the one on the bedroom door on the one outside here,” I suggest, moving us out into the hallway. The building was set up to have two major hallways up here, with three rows of classrooms. Most of the rooms down the middle have doors that open to either side, which is how Everly was able to get back to the one where the main door for my place opens onto.

There’s a wall that was built to block off this room and another from the rest of the hallway, but we could expand that, turn some of the other rooms into bedrooms for any kids we have. That would leave this room as our playroom. We could open the living room wall up, so there’s a doorway into this side, and turn the regular guest room into a nursery.

The idea has my cock waking again and I walk Everly through the space, making suggestions before we slip back into what will be our playroom. I ask her what she’d want in it, committing it all to memory so I can make it happen to surprise her. For now, I simply need her in my arms for the rest of the day.

Chapter 10

Everly

Ilet out a little moan as daddy’s warm mouth wraps around my nipple, my eyes fluttering open when he gives it a bite. “Daddy, you’re not playing fair,” I whine when I feel the silk wrapped around my wrists that keep my hands from delving into his hair to hold him onto my breasts tighter.

“I know, but I have to share my little girl later today, so I need to remind her who owns every little inch of her body,” he counters, and I grin as he makes sure to inflame every last nerve ending inside me until I’m coming hard with his amazing cock in my ass.

The first time he finally took me there was amazing. After what happened with Grover, we simply loved each other, all night, and while I still had the butt plug in, he didn’t want to corrupt the memory of what he did to my ass next with any thoughts of that same day. And when I recall the first time he slipped his cock in my ass, I definitely only remember that night.

It was about a week after daddy gave me my knife, making sure it would fit in the pockets of my clothes for when I left the clubhouse. He was adamant on the rule that I could only leave it without him, if I had the knife on me, which meant only wearing the items it fit into when I was alone. I love his insistence on it. That he cares so much. After growing up with no one on my side, it’s amazing to have him, so I don’t argue it at all.

That day though, we’d gone into town, just the two of us, and ended up running into my mother at the grocery store. We were picking up more snacks for me to have in our rooms, and his arms were around me, his lips teasing my neck when she came onto the aisle where we were. She huffed and puffed, asking what I was doing, and how dare I abandon her. Then let the kicker drop when she added they were about to be evicted because I wasn’t helping pay the rent any longer.

Tate told her to kick rocks, and steered us away from her, grumbling about getting even with her and her boyfriends. I didn’t care then, and still don’t care now, what happens to them, and didn’t want our entire day ruined by her crap.

He had a sit down with the heads of the club and I’d slipped into the tub, sending daddy a ‘for his eyes only’ peek of what I was doing with the phone he bought me to replace my old cheap one. I knew it would have him hurrying up to me as soon as they finished, and I was giggling to myself when he sent back a message that said:Bed. Bare. Face down. Ass up. Now.

My heart was racing with glee when I heard him come through the doors, and I knew he was debating whether to give me more punishment or less when he saw me. I wasn’t bare, although my face was down and my ass up as he demanded. My legs were wrapped in the white knee highs with the fur, the white corset that had matching fur along the top edge and the tiny little g-string that went with it on with them, and the bunny plug he’d been teasing me with in my ass for him.

He sputtered curses the whole way across the room, and I simply giggled as I peeked over my shoulder at him. Which only spurred him on further.

He took me every which way while in the outfit until I was exhausted, ready to collapse on the bed, but oh no, daddy wasn’t done. Far from it. He stripped me entirely, putting me back up on my knees, and slid the plug out of my ass, before bringing his hand down on it with a stinging smack. He gave me my punishment for sending that photo still, but it was delightful in the best ways. Honestly, I don’t know if it really was a punishment when he made me feel so good after the spanking by taking my ass with his cock.

I think he realized that and chose to enact the rest of my punishment when I was least expecting. Having to take his thickness a second time in the middle of the night without getting an orgasm of my own. He wrapped me up tight, making sure I didn’t sneak my fingers down to play with myself, and his leg was thrown over mine so I couldn’t rub against him at all, which had me super hungry in the morning.

He simply kissed me, then got us up and dressed to go down for breakfast, then spent the rest of the day in the company of the club. It was late after dinner before he brought me back upstairs then finally gave me what I needed, reminding me of our second day together, and the smirk on his lips when I came down told me that was exactly his intent.

I let out a little squeal as he brings me into the bathroom, making sure not to drench my hair as we wash off, before picking out my outfit for the day. Something he’s been doing more and more of, which only makes me want him that much more.

He always picks out outfits that let me lean into the girly side of things, but it’s things I can easily wear in front of the club or out in public without getting disgusted side-eyes. Some of my favorite outfits that he’s bought me are the ones that definitely would get those second and third looks, and I love putting them on to tease daddy.

Today though, we’re meeting up with a lawyer from a club that’s based out of the city that they run with when they need extra support, or if there’s a large shipment that one of the clubs alone couldn’t manage to quickly offload. He’s coming to town to file paperwork to get the DNA test court ordered, by filing a claim against the Jackson estate to take control of the company. We don’t know exactly how they’ll react to it, but after weeks of discussions, we’ve all agreed it’s the only way to go.

Anytime we’re in town, we’re harassed by one of the cops my ‘father’ has in his pocket. The chief has tried to detain us at least three times, and I know the only reason Tate didn’t take a swing at him this last one, is because I wrapped my arms around him from behind, pressing up against his back and asked daddy to take me home.

We’re prepared for backlash, for cops to try and pull over the club members, so they’ve all been warned to keep things legal until the situation is handled. Most of the guys didn’t have a problem with it when they were told last night what was coming, but a few have grumbled about women messing everything up. Tate just ignored them, telling me they were some of the ones that wouldn’t even date outside the club. Mostly women hating bachelors and to just ignore them.

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