Page 41 of Her Biker Daddy

“I’d have done it all on my own if I had to in order to get my little sister home,” he says, and I silently giggle at the name. I love it though because that’s really how it feels, but even better than just having a brother that loves you, I’ve got one I can talk boys—well, daddies—about with and there’s no judgement at all. “Pres was down for it immediately but Law…he said no. That I wasn’t doing it. It was too dangerous and all of the push-pull he’s done the last month was just over. He insisted I wear a bullet proof shirt thing when he finally relented and after we got home from handling the chief…he pulled me into his room then made me get on my knees to take care of his hard cock before he even could speak to me.

“He was pulling off our clothes as soon as he came, giving me hardly any time to enjoy it, then pushed me down on the bed and spanked me until I was about to come. That’s when he slid this onto my neck, told me exactly what would happen if I ever talked to another man online, risked my neck by doing something so stupid—especially knowing that the person on the other side was a fucking psycho—and I was more than okay with it all,” he adds, his cheeks and eyes flushed and I know that look because it’s what on my face when daddy’s loving me.

“And is he going to be your special daddy now or just own you?” I ask because I want him to have everything he’s ever dreamt of and more since that’s what I’ve found with daddy.

“Both,” Cash says with a half-groan and half-sigh as he unzips the hoodie he normally wears showing that the leather buckled to the collar trails all the way down his chest and into his jeans. He glances at the door before unzipping them and my jaw drops a bit seeing his poor cock in a metal cage, the leather strap buckled to the top of it to keep it shut.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask when he’s covered himself back up.

“Like fucking hell anytime I start to get hard, but it’s my punishment from daddy. Saturday night he slapped it on me instead of letting me come after spanking me, telling me I didn’t get any pleasure until I learned only daddy got to decide if I could do something dangerous. Every time he touches me I start getting hard and I’ve been walking around in pain ever since, but it’s so much better than the pain of the last month.”

“He’s left you in it all of yesterday and all of today?” I ask and he nods, making my eyes widen in disbelief. “Cash…that sounds more like torture than daddy teaching you a lesson.”

“Well…it wasn’t all of yesterday. In fact, he woke me up after unlocking it but…”

“But what?” I question when he hesitates.

“But it went back on a couple hours later after I finally admitted that there were still some virgin territories I hadn’t crossed yet,” Cash states and I just stare at him until he starts to speak again. “I’ve done a lot of things with other guys but daddy’s going to be the first when it comes to actual penetration.”

“Seriously? And Law was mad about that?” I ask curiously because honestly, I’d think he’d be thrilled to know that part of him was his and his alone.

“Not mad as in furious that he’d have to deal with it, more like mad in a frustrated way because he’s got a daddy’s sized dick and I waited until the last minute to tell him. So, until as he puts it he ‘can claim his little boy fully’, the cage stays on unless he takes it off. Which he has for short amounts of time to indulge in other ways, but once that’s through, it goes back on,” Cash says, and I can see how Law might have been upset about it.

“I’m guessing you’re not that upset about the way Law’s working you up to it. For your sake though, hopefully he doesn’t take as long as daddy did with me,” I tease making his brow lift. “Two weeks…although some of that was due to the shit with Grover upset out initial plans for that night.”

“Well, daddy’s impressive, not quite as big as Pres but, more than enough to satisfy. He pushes me more than I thought I wanted to go, but it’s better than I imagined. Plus, after this, I’m thinking of ways to get daddy to put me back in it while we play. There’s something about the pain of it that makes it feel even better when it comes off.”

“Well, I imagine most daddies don’t like their littles to self-pleasure themselves. After all, that’s daddy’s job,” I suggest, giggling entirely at the thrill that hits his eyes. He laughs with me, which just makes mine grow louder until the door opens and Tate is standing there eyeing us suspiciously. The look just makes me laugh even more and I dip my face into the pillow trying to stop.

“What are you two giggling in here like looney littles about?” Tate asks, and that sends me into even deeper glee as Cash wiggles his brow at me with a wink.

“Nothing daddy,” I get out as he slips up onto the bed behind me, his arm sliding around me, his hips pressing into my ass and his hardness fills me with heat.

“Is that so?” Law questions, leaning down over Cash. He gives his hair a tug, pulling his head back and his other hand wraps around the strap that’s hanging off the collar. Cash lets out a moan when he tugs on it and I fight to control my giggles because I know where that strap leads and what that tug was moving, but I don’t know if Law wants anyone else to know.

“Just catching up on all the things I missed around here the last few days,” I suggest, giving Law a grin when he slides up onto the bed behind Cash, turning his head further to give him a kiss. “Like that…”

“You comfortable there, Cash?” Tate asks when Law lifts him up, moving so he’s mostly on top of Law’s body but still facing us with just a hip on the bed. “Wouldn’t want you to feel…caged,” he adds, and I lose control over my giggles once more. “Mhmm, I told you she’d know.”

“I suppose that’s one thing to remember. Little boys are just as much gossips as little girls are,” Law states, and Cash’s neck tightens when his hand slips down to his crotch, holding him tight there. “As long as it’s just sharing what happens when daddy gets his hands on him, little boy can tell his little girl friend all he likes.”

“Ahh, he can tell little girl anything he wants when it comes to the club here, but just little girl,” Tate says and I nod, grinning at the agreement in Cash’s eyes.

“Alright, that too, as well as in general. So, I suppose little boy can tell her anything he wants,” Law responds, and I giggle as Tate brushes a kiss to my cheek.

“And that goes both ways,” Tate adds just making my smile grow further.

“What would you think about our baby having two godfathers instead of a godmother?” I ask, looking back at Tate. “I’m sure if it’s a boy, he’ll get better fashion advice from these two than he’d ever get from any of the club girls.”

“True, and I’ll be the first to tell him no if he wants to get a fake id to get a tattoo before he’s eighteen,” Cash says, and I giggle again because the boy has none. Not a single one because he actually hates needles. “Not that they can’t be sexy,” he adds as Law’s hand tightens on him.

“Oh, I know you love my ink, your mouth tells me just how much,” Law teases him, and I sink back against daddy more, just smiling as we talk and joke for the next hour. Law shifts Cash against him, patting his crotch pulling a soft hiss from Cash and he gives him a hot looking telling him, “Come on, buttercup. Daddy wants his dessert before dinner.”

“See you later,” I muse, giving Cash a wave when he can’t quite catch his breath to speak as he heads towards the door with his Law pulling him on by that strap.

“They’re going to be something,” Tate says, turning me over with a kiss once the front door closes. “I mean, I knew Cash would be a bottom but…apparently he’s even more hungry to be a little than even you are, baby.”

“Yeah, but when you think about it, growing up in the club likely wasn’t easy on him. I mean, how many members that were gay were there?” I ask him, as I rub his chest when he scowls at bit at first. “He’s a sensitive guy which is kind of the opposite of a lot of bikers, especially the older ones. He was already in the negative standing with that, then add in him not wanting anything to do with the club girls when most other teenagers would have died to have an all-access pass to easy sex. Coming out couldn’t have been that easy.”

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