Page 7 of His Biker Daddy

I swear, I don’t know what the hell happened to me. What this boy did to me—but I don’t hate it. Complete opposite really. I love the feelings that wash through me when I’m with him—even if they did scare the shit out of me to give into until last night. There’s still a bit of worry that he’ll get tired of it, want to try something different but I’m trying my damndest to ignore them and just soak up all of these feelings I’ve never experienced in my life.

I lift Cash’s face, giving him a quick kiss as his head rests on my chest, his hand tracing my tattoos and tonight, I’ll let him lick and kiss every one of them if he wants. “Daddy needs to wash you up for dinner.”

“Mmm, do we have to get up?” he asks, and I tighten my arms around him, showing him how little, I really want to get up as well as I press my hips up into his, my hard cock pressing against his stomach with its size.

“Daddy’s got to make sure his little boy eats so he can grow big,” I tease against his lips, and the smile that hits his eyes floods me with those same feelings of warmth and comfort and adoration for this boy. Other than a prospect or two I tricked into fucking, I haven’t been with anyone more than ten years younger than me in at least fifteen years. But this little pup has me all wrapped up inside.

“Okay,” he agrees, letting me pull him up from the bed and I move us into the attached bath. The shower is big enough for the both of us and I turn it on before I turn to my boy. He lets out a little protest when I start to leave the room and I grin, pulling him to me for a kiss.

“The collar and leash are made from a special waterproof leather so you can wear them in the shower, but the lock isn’t. I want to take it off, so it doesn’t rust, but I also need to check and make sure the collar and cage fit my little boy properly. Daddy may get off on hurting you, but I definitely don’t want any part ofyou damaged,” I reassure him, moving back out to grab the key before returning to him. “Admiring yourself, little boy?” I tease when I see him looking in the floor length mirror.

“Maybe, why? Is daddy going to punish me for it?” he teases back, and I slip up to him, giving the chain on the back of the collar a jerk, making it choke him slightly.

“Don’t tease daddy with a good time unless you’re prepared for the worst,” I counter, my eyes glittering as I stare into his hungry face. His desire rages higher as I tighten the chain the tiniest bit more and I steal his lips in a kiss as I inwardly curse the need to wait to take his ass.

I let him go, unlocking the collar, then take it off, checking his neck for any rubbing or bruising from the choker chain that runs through the middle of it. The hooks on the end of the leather strap that can be used as a leash or a tether such as how I’m using it, are carabiner types so they sit flatter than a spring hook might and are easier to get connected quickly. One latches onto the metal ring that hangs off the front of the collar, while the other end is slightly smaller, snaking through the locking slot of the cock cage.

I slip it off, setting the collar onto the sink cabinet, before sliding the cage off him. His dick is a little red in spots that rubbed against it when he started getting hard, but nothing looks like it’s bit into the skin too deeply or cut him. He lets out a moan when I pull on the end of his dick, and he starts to grow in my hand, getting even bigger when I check his balls to ensure he’s good.

He comes into the shower with me without a fuss and I back him into the water, taking my time to wash him thoroughly—everywhere. His toned ass fits in my hands so damn good as I suck him down, watching him teeter as I play with his dick.

“Daddy…” he moans as I pull off it, jerking him off harder, while I play with his balls.

“We’re going to have to come up with a safe word for you, aren’t we?” I tease him as he just sucks in a deep breath when I give his dick a twist instead of crying out in pain or asking me to stop. “You fucking love it when daddy’s rough with you.”

“Yes, fuck yes, I do, daddy. I do. More…please…” he cries his arms shaking as he presses them against the wall where I put them still.

“It’s dangerous to ask for more when you have no clue just how ruthless daddy can be,” I warn him, cupping my hand just above his ball and give him a tug.

“Fuck, daddy…yes,” he shouts, cum dripping from the tip of his cock, and I sink my mouth back onto it, slurping it up as I pull on his balls until he’s crying to come. “Please daddy, please…please, I’m so close. So close…can I come?”

“Give daddy that sweet treat,” I allow, giving his balls a harder tug as I sink my mouth onto his dick. He bursts with it a moment later, and I clean him up, finishing our shower, before sliding the cage back on him after fastening him back into daddy’s collar.

He borrows a shirt after I get dressed so he’s not walking completely bare-assed in the halls since they’re covered by the security cameras, and I join him in his room, smiling at the items spread around his desk. It’s the only part that really has anything out other than some clothes tossed on the end of the bed. The rest of the room looks like a prep-schooler’s dorm room that you’d see on TV—one that allows no individualism or decorations, and I wonder about it.

I grab a pair of jeans for him as he’s getting boxers from the dresser, tossing them aside as I hold up the jeans for him to step into. His face flushes when it puts me even with his caged dick, and I chuckle to myself as I grab one of his hoodies and slip it on him.

“No shirt?” he asks as I only zip the hoodie half-way.

“Nope, you got a problem with everyone seeing you belong to me, buttercup?” I tease, loving the even redder cheeks it gives him.

“No, not really,” he answers me, and I nod, lifting his face further to meet my gaze.

“And this,” I ask, stroking his cheek. “Is this you loving daddy calling you what he wants, embarrassment you like it when daddy calls you what he wants, or anger at it?”

“A bit of the second but mostly the first,” Cash answers me and there’s honest truth in his gaze that soothes me.

“Good, because daddy enjoys calling you names, and it’d be a shame to have to stop. But, if there is anything you really don’t like to be called, daddy won’t do it, because he wants you to be a happy little boy, even if daddy is calling you dirty things. If you don’t want the rest of the club to know exactly how daddy treats you, that can stay between us as well—other than this,” I add with a tug on the strap showing with ease above the hoodie’s zipper. “They need to know you belong to me.”

“I don’t care if they know you’re my daddy or dom,” he says as my hand rubs his back. “I just…”

“What?” I ask when he stops, his face tightening.

“I guess I’ve just worried how they’d start treating me if they knew what I really wanted. My dad was furious when he found out I was gay but most of the others didn’t care. A couple guys said some shit, but Pres knocked one of them in the teeth when he overheard them calling me some slurs. It was when he was still the club’s enforcer, said that it went against the club’s rule of respect.”

“Who?” I question, my eyes flittering with retribution if they try it again.

“Actually, it was one of the guys that was killed when they wanted to go into trafficking. He’d put his knife into Hinton already and a few came up to try and stop him. Dials saidsomething along the lines that they should add me to the mix, that I’d be better earning the club money as an f-boy than what I was doing then. My father was right there, and he just laughed at the comment. Didn’t stand up for me, didn’t say a single thing against it. Pres took Dials out second and one of the others asked him if the reason he didn’t do the club girls was because he was using me as a f-boy instead.” Cash’s eyes are filled with the pain from his father’s shit, and I pull him in closer, rubbing his back more, showing him he’s safe with me to continue talking. “Pres was pissed, grabbed him by the throat, and told him he was looking for someone that would fill the special role of little girl in his life and it wasn’t me. But even if it were, it wouldn’t be his fucking business. That he could sleep with, or not sleep with whoever he wanted, same as me no matter what sex they were. He put his knife in him before he could say anything else, but after that day and especially with him becoming president, no one said a thing if I was seen with another guy.”

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