Page 16 of Her Biker Daddy

“Try one on for daddy. I think I’ll like the way they look, and they’ll just be for us,” he urges, and I can’t say no to him, so I just nod, letting him pull me back towards a fitting room. I usually don’t try stuff on in stores, just hold it up to see if it’ll marginally fit and take it home. Most of the time it does, but occasionally I’ve had to bring stuff back, but that’s been preferable than risking someone opening the door and seeing me undressed after what happened with my ‘sister’ in school.

We pass by another dress on our way to the fitting room and I sigh at the sight of it. It’s a baby pink dream, with tiered eyelet lace and little cap sleeves and I flush seeing Tate’s gaze slip over it and then onto me. “You like that one, don’t you, baby girl?”

“It’s meant for a younger teen and way too little for me,” I say with a shrug, but he stops me before we reach the fitting room area.

“Do you want something like that to wear for daddy? When it’s just us, when you can completely forget that you’re grown and can just enjoy the simplicity of being young again, in ways you never were able to?” he asks and I bite my tongue to stop from immediately saying yes, because my heart races wildly with the thought of it. “When we get home, I’ll show you some websites that sell little style things and you’ll see, some of them, are even ‘younger’ than that dress. For now, let’s try these on and see what feels best when you have it on.”

“Okay,” I agree, and my cheeks brighten when instead of just letting me go into the smaller stall by myself, he moves us into one of the larger ones and locks the door. I don’t mind at all about it when he starts to undress me, and I try on several of the outfits, loving all of them. Most are regular every day types of things that I can wear anywhere. Shorts and pants—jeans and lightweight joggers. T-shirts and tank tops and lace cardigans and kimonos that I can pair together. My favorite things though are the ones that daddy hands me to try on together. Little skirts and crop tops, a couple more sets of overalls, one another pair of denim while the second is a stretchy material and I grin when I see Tate adjusting his cock as he stares at me in them.

“Bend over and grab the bralette to try on with them,” he says, and I swallow a gasp when his hands slide under the hem of the shorts, pushing them to the side as I glance back up at him. “Oh yeah, these will work well.”

“Daddy,” I moan when his hand just teases over my pussy before he pulls his hand back, turning me to face him.

“Arms up,” he tells me after sliding the straps of the overalls off my shoulders and undoing my bra and pulling it off me. He takes the bralette from my hands and slips it over my head, settling it into place and the look in his eyes stops my comment about it being too little. My nipples are barely covered by the cup. My tits mashed together but it doesn’t seem he minds at all. Tate slips the overall top back up into place and takes a step back, just staring at me with desire filling his gaze.

“What do you think, baby girl?” he asks, turning me towards the mirror and I let out a little gasp and flush when I see myself. The bib of the overalls is just barely wide enough to keep my nipples underneath it, and with a little tug, they spill out over the top of the cup before Tate’s hands cover them from behind me. “I can come up, find you wearing this and pull these out, then push the bottoms to the side like this,” he adds, releasing one of my boobs to do just that, “and bury myself inside your sweetness with a single thrust.”

“You forgot the panties. They’re too tight for that,” I moan as his hardness rubs against my ass, making me desperate for him to take me. Right here, right now in this dressing room in the middle of town.

“Not the ones I’ll buy for you. They’ll be open here,” he teases, as his fingers run down the middle of my pussy over the material. “That way daddy can get inside you whenever he wants and you’ll never tell me no, will you, baby girl?”

“Never daddy,” I hum, shivering when he releases me, my body humming so much it hurts.

“Arms up,” he instructs after taking the overalls completely off me and I don’t argue, only shiver when he pulls me closer, his eyes holding mine. “Daddy’s going to give you what you need, but this time, you have to stay quiet. Not a sound. You don’t want anyone calling the cops on daddy for touching his little girl, do you?”

“No,” I whimper as his fingers pinch my nipples putting me on the edge almost instantly.

“Good girl, daddy likes playing with his little girl, dressing her up,” he whispers against my ear as his hand slips down my belly and straight into my panties. “Shh,” he warns as I let out a little gasp as he drags his nail over my clit. “Not a sound. You can bite daddy’s chest if you need to muffle it.”

“Oh yes daddy, please,” I whine, my lips finding his nipple and I lick it hard while his fingers delve into my pussy. It sends a wave of pleasure straight through me, and I press my face harder against his chest to stay quiet. His hand speeds up, sending me blind for a minute, and I come back as he lets out a low hiss and I realize my teeth are pressing into his skin.

“I’m sorry daddy,” I whisper, but his mouth captures mine with a hard kiss, and he sends me straight back over again, not letting me go until the little noises stop.

“You never have to apologize for biting daddy when he says you can. Only if you bite daddy’s cock when you’re not supposed to,” he teases me, his hardness pressing against my belly and I rock my hips, pressing against him harder. “If you don’t behave you’re going to end up with daddy’s cock inside you right here in this dressing room.”

“You make it sound like a bad thing, daddy,” I return, rolling my hips against him again, and almost scream when he moves faster than I imagined. I fight it back as I’m pushed face down against the bench in the space, daddy behind me, and I shiver with delight when he tears the panties straight off me. Thank god they were mine and not some I tried on or we’d have something to explain at the checkout.

“Let’s see if you’re so smug when I’m done,” Tate warns, the sound of his zipper releasing the only other thing beyond my harsh breaths, and I shudder in delight when he fills me hard and fast, his hand going over my mouth to muffle the little squeal that slips out.

The bench is thankfully bolted to the floor, and I teeter on the edge of another incredible orgasm as daddy fucks me hard. His teeth nip on my ear, until he comes hard, grunting out his pleasure into it as my body shakes, wanting to join him. The need is clawing at my skin, and I whine as he pulls his still hard cock out of me. “Daddy…”

“Good girls get rewards, little brats get lessons,” he says as he zips his pants before picking up the overall shorts I wore in here and holds them out for me. “Get dressed like a good girl unless you want a real punishment, baby.”

I slip my legs into them after just a token protest, “My panties…”

“They’re my rag now,” he replies, showing me the tatters of them and I slip into the shorts while he slips my normal bra on for me, clipping it before he holds up my shirt with a simple, “Arms up.”

I don’t begin to argue that, even though my body is still blazing with desire. I know he’s not going to let me come again. His eyes already said it, even more than his comment about brats getting lessons. I teased him into fucking me with his cock when he warned me not to, so now, this is my punishment.

“You understand now, don’t you, baby girl?” he asks, pulling me up against him when I’m dressed. “Daddy decides when and where and what kind of pleasure you get.”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be good,” I promise shaking fully when his arms envelope me, tears pricking my eyes and I don’t know why.

“Shh, daddy’s got you, baby. Daddy loves you,” he whispers against my ear and the shaking subsides although the hunger is still racing through me. “You’re still daddy’s sweet little girl. You just have to know that daddy’s always in charge and when you push daddy, there’s consequences. Right now, that is you having to wait to have this raging hunger satisfied.”

“I love you daddy,” I sigh, smiling as his lips press kisses to my eyes before he takes a step away from me, his hands holding me steady which makes me smile even more. “I’m okay. I don’t know why…”

“You were about to cry,” he guesses, and I nod, sinking into his touch as he kisses my forehead. “You thought daddy was angry with you and that scared you, I imagine. I wasn’t angry, just upset that you tried to break daddy’s rule, and thought you’d get anything you wanted because daddy’s obsessed with you. If we were home and you wanted more, needed it, it’s one thing to tease daddy, to press for it, baby girl. Out here, even though we’re in this private space, it's still in public and my first priority over my own pleasure, even yours, is to keep you safe. I knew you were hungry, and I wanted to give you that pleasure as much as you needed it, but when you pushed for more despite knowing my tone said not to, you had to learn that daddy will punish you for misbehaving. It doesn’t mean I don’t still love you just as much though, pretty girl.”

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