Page 12 of His Biker Daddy

“It’s strange and if you want to tell me why, I’ll listen, but all you had to do was tell me, baby boy. I will never push you to do something that you’re truly afraid of, might see if there’s anything that will help alleviate those fears if it’s something I think we’d enjoy, but I would never truly hurt you—physically or emotionally by doing something I know you have a true aversion to,” he states and I nod, dragging in a deep breath before telling him.

“I told you my mom died when I was five. What I didn’t say is that afterwards, he brought home a lot of women. Some weren’t too bad, but a few of them were pretty awful. One of them hated me—like wanted to throw me off a bridge hated me. She didn’t want me anywhere near her or my father. I was probably six when he started seeing her and normally when my father came home I raced out to see him. He was my idol when I was little,” I add as Law simply rubs my back, holding me close. “She didn’t want to compete with me for my father’s attention, and she started putting tacks on a piece of tape right outside my room. I wasn’t allowed out of it if she was the one watching me and shoes weren’t allowed in the house.”

“You’d step on the tack,” he guesses, and I nod. “Your father didn’t do anything?”

“She told him I put them there, left them in the hallway, and he believed her because I did like to play with tacks, sticking stuff up on the wall with them. She claimed she stepped on some a few days before but didn’t tell on me, and that’s why they’d been put up, but I must have gotten them down stuck them in the tape. He was livid, took the strip of them, made me put my hands on the table palms up and smacked me with them,” I state, clenching them until daddy gently uncurls them, looking at them in a new light, along with my wrist I usually cover with the leather bracelet.

“These are from him?” daddy asks, running his hand over my wrist where little marks can still be seen even after nine years. “These aren’t all from when you were little, are they?” he adds, and I shake my head no. “How long did he date her?”

“About a year…most of them didn’t last longer than that, but my father found something that he enjoyed using to punish me because I was terrified of it. I know it seems crazy, for me to like…”

“No,” he says cutting me off as he lifts my hands to his lips, presses kisses to the palms and my wrist. “When I punish you, even if it is for things you’ve done or you’ve pretended to do, it’s to build you up, give you what you need to let you go to a place where pleasure is all that surrounds you. You wanting to be my little boy isn’t because your father terrified and terrorized you when you were a child. It’s wanting to find that safe place, to be cared for, and adored. The way you felt when he was your idol. It has nothing to do with the bastard that hurt you, and I know it, baby boy,” he says, and I can’t hold back the tears as they slip free, burying my face in his neck and he just holds me. “Shh, it’s okay, baby boy. Daddy’s here now. Daddy’s always going to be here for you.”

“I love you,” I manage to get out as he wipes my face, giving me a soft kiss.

“I love you too, baby boy. Now, let’s get you some food since daddy kept you in bed for most of the last two days,” he adds and I agree slipping into the joggers that he pulls from the stack of my clothes I brought over to have since we’ve spent every night in his rooms since we came home Saturday. He tops them with a t-shirt, and we head down the steps towards the dining room together.

Just before we reach it, he stops me, lifting my face to his, his eyes holding me tight making my heart race wildly. “Daddy?”

“I told you once that we should have a safe word,” he says, and I flush a bit recalling it. “After what happened with the pinwheel, we need to have it now. The word stop…if we’re playing and we’re in a spot where I’m making you take me, having you fight me to not take you or have you do something that word isn’t going to get through to me. Won’t get me to actually stop.”

“Now that you know, there’s nothing I’d want you to not do to me, Law. I want your worst because it just makes it that much better to know I’m enough, that I please you enough for you to take us there,” I admit, his eyes glittering my way and I might have hated that look at first, but now, shit I love it so much.

“The safe word isn’t just to stop something that you don’t like. It’s a way to communicate with me, on anything. Yes, if you really like something we’re doing and ask me to do it again, beg for more of it, I’ll know, but the opposite can happen and just because I like it, doesn’t mean we have to continue doing it. The safe word will let me know we need to talk. That I need to listen to you, not within the roles we’re playing, but as your partner, your lover, your love, and your daddy. That I need to truly hear what you’re saying. It doesn’t mean I’m going to get angry or upset if you use it, baby boy. The opposite. It’ll mean that youknow I love you entirely, that you trust me enough to tell me what’s wrong. It could be that the position is uncomfortable, that you need a break, a drink of water if we’ve been at it a while.

“It could be that something we normally enjoy just doesn’t feel good, because maybe we tried something different the day before and part of you hurts and doing that makes it painful in a non-pleasurable way. It could mean that you need more lube while daddy’s drilling that tight ass of yours. Hell, it could be that a name I’m using just hits wrong that day and you want me to stop using it. Or it could mean you’re tired and need a break, or just not into it right then and want to stop. None of that is going to make me mad,” daddy says, completely stealing every little piece of my heart as his own. “There may be nights when I don’t feel up to sex, just want to hold and cuddle my little boy, and I really hope you wouldn’t be upset or angry with me if there are. So how could I be upset or angry with you in reverse? The only time daddy won’t listen when you say you aren’t interested, is when we’re playing, and daddy’s forcing his little boy to do what he wants. But even that will be with your agreement before we go into it. Understand?”

“Yeah, I still don’t see how I’d ever want to use it, but yeah, I understand,” I muse, pulling a dark chuckle from him as his hand cups my dick, teasing my balls.

“Just wait until daddy has these wrapped in rope and is pulling on them to teach you to mind him, then you can talk,” he returns, his body pressing against mine before he gives me a long kiss, his beard tickling my face in the way I love.

“Alright, so what do you want to use?” I ask catching my breath as someone in the dining room laughs loudly. “Red’s common isn’t it?”

“Too easy of a word to come up in normal conversation, especially with a little boy, while daddy’s teaching him his colors asking him what color his ass is,” daddy teases and fuck, thatdefinitely makes me hot to think about him doing. “No, we’ll use something that would never come up in a normal day.”

“And what’s that?” I ask. “I mean, if daddy’s going to teach me things, that’s a lot that might come up. There’s shapes and letters and numbers and animals…”

“Daddy’s going to love teaching his little boy all of them. Right now, daddy’s going to teach you a safe word, one that’s special just between us,” he states, and I nod as he smiles wolfishly my way. “Francis.”

“Francis?” I ask and he nods as my brow lifts curiously. “Where on earth did you come up with that?”

“You’re not the only one that doesn’t go by their birth name,” he says making my jaw drop a hint. “That F on my business card…that’s my first name. Got the shit beat out of me in elementary school, long before anyone knew I was gay, and I stopped using it when we transferred to middle school. I started using Joseph, or Joe, since it’s my middle name. When I came out, it was Joey around the bars, and then I started going by Law when I became part of the Relentless Keepers. It felt more like me than Joe, Joseph or Joey ever did. I was apparently named after my grandfather, and he was named it after his, so it was a family name.”

“Definitely doesn’t fit my daddy. I like daddy better than Law and Law better than anything else,” I add, and he gives me a quick kiss before pulling me towards the dining room again. “I won’t tell anyone else what it is.”

“I know you won’t. That’s a special word just between daddy and his little boy, and you’re a good boy,” he says, and I smile as we head over to the table where Everly and Pres are sitting.

“There you are, I was wondering if you’d starved to death or if your daddy you locked in your room,” Everly teases as I settle in next to her, and I chuckle as she gives me a wink, nodding at thecurious look on her face and she giggles, pulling one from me, while daddy’s hand slips down, rubbing my crotch.

He keeps doing it as we eat, daddy and Pres discussing new options for some of the issues we’ve had with getting the insurance company to work the claim for the fire at the gun shop. I’m finished with my food when daddy lifts me up, settling me over his lap and Everly lets out a little giggle, and it deepens when Pres whispers something into her ear and she presses her face into his side as he sits with his arm around her.

A little gasp falls out on top of a moan when daddy pushes the back of my sweats down, and I feel his thick cock spank against my bare ass. “Get that hand wet and reach back here, make it nice and slick,” daddy tells me, and I don’t hesitate to do what he says.

I coat his cock with my spit, my ass still slightly coated from our earlier rounds, and his thick head eases right through my ring as he pulls me down onto him, getting so fucking deep. It pulls a moan from me, and I press against the edge of the table, knowing someone can likely see daddy taking my ass if they walk past us, but not so much at the table itself.

Daddy’s hands rock me on his cock and Everly glances over, her eyes widening a hint before she grins asking, “Does Cashy always get to play with daddy at dinner?”

A little flare of bliss runs through me at the names, not only the Cashy nickname but also the full out daddy for Law at the table here.

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