Motorcycle Daddy (MC Daddies Book 1)

by Laylah Roberts

  There wasn’t much stuff around. No clutter, no photos on the walls or throws on the couch. That surprised him. She seemed the type to like pretty, girly shit like cushions and throws.

  Why had she cleaned? And gotten dressed?

  Nerves? Embarrassment?

  He walked in to find the T.V. wasn’t even on. This wouldn’t do. He wanted to make her more at ease with him, not nervous.

  “Where’s the PJs, little rebel?”

  Her cheeks flushed red. “Oh, well, I just thought. . .I don’t know, I felt a bit silly wearing them when you’re dressed.”

  He placed the donuts down on the coffee table and turned back to cup her cheeks between his hands. “I was looking forward to seeing you in them, your hair all messed up from being in bed, your eyes sleepy as you curled up next to me and watched whatever passes for kids’ T.V. nowadays.”

  “Oh, you did?” She gave him a surprised look.

  “Yeah. Sunny, I don’t need you to change yourself for me. All I want is for you to be you. Because who you are is perfect. Now, go put on a pair of cute pajamas while I find something for us to watch, yeah? And bring me out a hairbrush too.”

  Because who you are is perfect.

  Nobody had ever said anything like that to her before. She doubted they’d even thought it. Because in no way was she perfect.

  She liked that he thought she was, though.

  Now she felt bad about getting up early to shower, dress and clean the house. She hadn’t really thought he was serious. That he’d truly want to just sit and watch cartoons while she lazed around in PJs, without even doing her hair.

  Turns out, she’d been wrong.

  She pulled off her baggy jeans, top and bra and changed into one of her favorite pairs of pajamas. She had a few. They were her one indulgence. These ones had a lightweight, three-quarter pants with a T-shirt top. They were pale pink and written on the front of the top was, On Saturdays We Wear Pajamas.

  She picked up her hairbrush and made her way back into the living room. He took up almost all the space on her small sofa. He’d opened the box of donuts and was flicking through channels, finally stopping on the Nickelodeon channel.

  He turned to look at her, offering her a small smile as he read what her top said. Then he held out his hand.

  “Come sit between my legs, little rebel, and I’ll brush your hair.”

  She’d already brushed her hair and tied it back, but she didn’t argue. She noticed he’d placed a pillow on the floor for her to sit on. He must have grabbed it from the spare room.

  “This show all right?” he asked as she settled in and he pulled her hair out of its bun.

  “Oh, uh, yeah.”

  He paused behind her and she turned to look up at him. He was staring down at her with a firm look.

  “Sunshine River, I know we haven’t had much of a talk about expectations, but one thing I expect from you is honesty. Even if it’s just a small thing like what T.V. channel you want to watch. Understood?”

  His voice sent a shiver across her spine. One filled with anticipation and a slight bit of trepidation. She’d gone to bed last night with her clit throbbing. For the first time in ages, she’d actually brought herself to pleasure with the vibrator she’d bought after Greg left.

  It had been the best orgasm she’d ever had. Which made her wonder how amazing her orgasm would be with Duke. She just hoped he wasn’t going to be disappointed.

  If it even got to that stage.

  “Sorry,” she told him.

  “Sorry, Daddy,” he said firmly.

  They were diving straight in then. Not that she was complaining. “Sorry, Daddy.” She gave him the channel she usually watched.

  “Was that so hard to tell me? Was it scary?”

  “No, Daddy. I just. . .” She nibbled on her lip.

  “You what?”

  “I guess I’m just used to doing what other people want.”

  “You mean those two douches you were with made you put them first when it should have been the other fucking way around,” he said bluntly.

  Yeah, she guessed that was a fair assessment.

  He switched the channel and she turned, trying to watch it without feeling self-conscious. Kind of difficult, though, when she couldn’t see his face. Was he bored? Was he still looking forward to this? It wasn’t exactly exciting.

  Then he started brushing her hair in long, slow strokes. Oh, that was heavenly.

  “Who knew you were hiding all this beautiful hair,” he murmured. “Jesus, baby. This stuff is thick and gorgeous.”

  She blushed. Did he really think that? But she was learning that Duke wasn’t the sort of guy who said things he didn’t mean. He certainly didn’t believe in beating around the bush.

  “It’s a damn crime to keep this pinned back all the time.”

  “It gets in my way,” she explained leaning her head against his thigh and giggling at something on the T.V.

  “Hmm, maybe we should compromise. At work, you can wear it how you like, but when we’re at home you wear it down. Or in pigtails. That would look cute. You got any hair ties?”

  “You know how to do pigtails?” She stood and looked down at him skeptically. He was wearing another tight T-shirt; this one was dark blue and his biceps were straining against the material. His jeans were dark and worn at the knee.

  He shrugged. “Man’s gotta learn sometime.”

  “You just keep surprising me,” she muttered as she walked past him, aware of his grin.

  She brought back some hair ties and settled in as he played with her hair. A couple of times, he pulled at it a little sharply, but she ignored it as she watched another cartoon. She found herself relaxing more, giggling a few more times as one of her favorite programs came on.

  “There. Done,” he said with satisfaction in his voice. “You want to sit up here with me?”

  She nodded and he pulled her up onto his lap. His strength took her breath away. “Like the pajamas.”

  “Thank you.” She gave him a shy smile. “I’m sorry I got dressed. I guess I didn’t think you meant it when you said you wanted to hang out with me.”

  “I try to never say things I don’t mean. Life’s too short for bullshit.”

  She nodded, relaxing into him. “Yeah. It is.”

  He ran his hand up and down her back then leaned over to snatch up a donut. “You had breakfast?”

  “No.” She looked at the box of donuts. Her mouth watered at the smell.

  “Not gonna tell you what to eat. So long as you’re healthy, and I already know you eat way healthier than I do. But I did choose one with pink icing and sprinkles I thought you might like.”

  Pink with sprinkles?

  Boy, did he already know how to speak her language.

  “I guess one donut won’t hurt,” she said, standing up to get the pink donut. She sat back next to him on the sofa, her donut in hand. She took a nibble of it and hummed with enjoyment.

  “Good?” He grinned at her; his own donut already gone.

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Everything in moderation, baby girl,” he told her, bringing her in against his side. “Except for me. Because you want me in big doses.”

  “Oh, I do, do I?”

  “Yep.” He winked down at her and she found herself smiling at him. Thing was, she was pretty certain he was right. More of him was exactly what she wanted.

  He felt her settle in next to him. He smiled as she giggled at something on the T.V. He didn’t really know what she was laughing at since he spent most of the time watching her. Sitting there in her pink pajamas, with her hair in pigtails, she looked absolutely fucking adorable.

  He had the thought that he could do this every Saturday for the rest of his life. Not something he would have thought a few years ago. Saturday mornings were for sleeping in after a night getting wasted and laid.

  Not for sitting on the sofa eating donuts and cuddling his woman. Yeah, times had changed.

  She let
out a bark of laughter. He turned to the T.V. to watch some show about a family of pigs. Weird. He frowned slightly as the girl pig said something.

  “What is this show? I don’t think you should be watching this; she seems to be a bit of a brat.”

  “Daddy!” she protested.

  He smiled at how that just slipped out. He hadn’t wanted to push. But damn, it felt good hearing her call him that. “It’s just a T.V. show.”

  “Can’t have my girl getting ideas about talking back to me. Of course, my girl would end up with a red bottom for doing that.”

  She squirmed next to him. Oh yeah, she liked the idea of that. Being bratty might get her a fun trip over his knee. Something he figured they’d both enjoy. But breaking the rules and putting herself in danger, that would get her a real punishment.

  They still needed to have a chat about her limits. But he’d wait until later. Right now, he was enjoying this time with her.

  She turned to give him an exasperated look. “Daddy, you can’t spank me all the time.”

  “Why not? I have plenty of muscles, my arm won’t get tired.” He flexed his arm, showing off for her like a complete idiot.

  What has happened to you, man?

  “I wasn’t worried about your arm,” she told him, her eyes riveted on his bicep.

  “Oh, you were worried about your little bottom and your ability to sit. Some spankings you might like. But break the rules and you won’t be sitting comfortably. Those punishments, little rebel, you will not like at all.”

  She cleared her throat as he cupped her cheek. He shook off his need for her and turned back to the T.V. Go slow.

  “How did we get onto this conversation? Oh yes, the pig who is a bad influence.”

  “Daddy, you’re being silly.”

  “Oh, silly, am I?”

  She nodded her head.

  “They just don’t make cartoons like they used to. What happened to Bugs Bunny and the coyote?”

  He looked over as she rolled her eyes at him. “They’re old, Daddy.”

  “They are not. I used to watch them as a kid.”

  “Uh-huh, cause you’re old.”

  “Excuse me, young lady,” he said with a mock-outrage. “I’m young and handsome.”

  She peered up at his hair. “I can see a few grays coming through, old man. Maybe we should get you some hair dye for those.”

  “You take that back! I do not have gray hairs!” He leaned over to tickle her and she started to laugh, trying to push his hands away. She kicked out with her feet. Gathering her up, he settled her on her stomach over his lap.

  “That sort of insult will result in a punishment.”

  “No, Daddy! No!” She kicked her legs against the cushions of the sofa.

  He slowly slid her pants down, hoping she wore panties underneath. Last thing his control needed was to be presented with her bare ass.

  He’d guessed right. Underneath she wore white cotton panties with Saturday written all over them. Jesus, she even wore the right panties on the right day. Such a little rule follower.

  She’d grown stiff over his lap and he couldn’t have that. This was about making her more at ease with him.

  “Hmm, what do you suppose the standard punishment for sassing your Daddy should be?” he pondered as he rubbed her bottom.

  “Um, a cuddle and a new Barbie!” she suggested.

  A Barbie, huh? He wondered if that’s what she enjoyed playing with? He’d have to find out. He was all too aware that he had nothing prepared for her Little at his place.

  “Nope. Wrong answer. I’m thinking ten spanks.”

  “Ten!”

  He continued to rub her ass. “You’ve been spanked before?”

  “Oh yes, Alan used to spank me.”

  “Just his hand? Or other things?”

  “Just his hand.” She tensed.

  “Easy, baby girl. This spanking is just fun. The paddle is for something far more serious, like putting yourself in danger. I’m just getting an idea of your limits.”

  “I’ve never been paddled before so I’m not sure. Definitely no cane.”

  “No cane,” he agreed. “And during sex?”

  “You want to use a cane during sex?” she squeaked.

  He had to laugh. “No, baby. Have you got any limits during sex?”

  “Um, no humiliation or calling me names,” she said quietly.

  His hand stilled. Yeah, he could have figured that would be one.

  “No blood play.”

  “Bondage?”

  “I. . .yes, bondage is good.”

  He noted the way she pressed her thighs together. Yeah, she liked the idea of being tied up.

  “Anal?”

  “I. . .umm. . .think I’d be all right with trying anal.”

  “That’s enough to start with. We can talk more later.”

  Go slow.

  “And you can say your safeword whenever you like. What would you like to use?”

  She looked around at him, her eyes wide, her face flushed. He worried for a moment that she was scared of him. But then she licked her lips and he realized there was a little trepidation but also a lot of arousal too. “Red.”

  “Good. Keep it nice and easy. Turn back around, baby girl. Now, where were we? Oh yes, how many spanks have you earned for sassing Daddy? At least ten.”

  He landed his hand against her panty-clad bottom. Holy fuck, that was so hot. Her little ass clenched. Thank God he hadn’t pulled down her panties because he was all too tempted to part her ass cheeks and take a peek at the puckered entrance beyond.

  Calm. Slow. Fuck.

  Another two spanks. He heard her let out a little gasp of air. He wondered what he’d find if he pushed his hand between her legs and cupped her mound. Would her heat sear him? Would her panties be slick with moisture? He was betting yes.

  Several more spanks landed and he paused, rubbing her ass.

  “What a naughty little girl, calling Daddy old. Not too old to give you a spanking, though, am I?”

  “No, Daddy,” she agreed in a quiet voice, her breath hitching as he massaged her warm bottom.

  “Spread your legs,” he demanded.

  She let out a small groan but pushed her legs as far apart as they’d go with her pajama pants around her thighs. He couldn’t resist, he ran his finger over her slit. She still had her panties on, but as he’d expected the cheap cotton was soaking wet.

  Fuck. Yes.

  He had to force himself to pull his hand away. He gave her several more, rapid spanks. Then before he was tempted to do anything more, he quickly pulled up her pajama pants and turned her over his arms, holding her tight against him.

  “Daddy?” she asked, squirming on his lap.

  Nope. He couldn’t let her keep doing that.

  “Have you ever ridden on a bike, baby girl?” he asked to distract them both.

  “You mean a motorcycle?”

  He grinned. “Well, I wasn’t meaning a bicycle. I assumed you’ve ridden one of those before.”

  A funny look crossed her face before she looked away. That almost. . .that almost looked like shame. He gently grasped hold of her chin, raising her face. “You’ve never ridden a bike?”

  “A motorbike? No. I’ve never known anyone who owned one until now.”

  He gave a small shake of his head at her attempt to deflect. “A bicycle. Have you ever ridden a bicycle?”

  She let out a small, frustrated puff of breath. “No.”

  “Why not?”

  She shrugged. “No one ever taught me.”

  No one had taught her?

  “Your parents? Grandparents? Friends?”

  “I didn’t have grandparents. My dad’s parents died before I was born and my mom didn’t talk to her parents. I never even owned a bike.”

  Jesus. He hugged her tight. They were going to have to change that. But not right now. She tried to climb off his lap, but he kept her there, not ready to let her go.

  “All ri
ght, so you’ve never been on a motorcycle?”

  She shook her head.

  “Wanna go for a ride on the back of mine?”

  Her eyes lit up with excitement that quickly dulled. “Are you sure? I mean, what if I do the wrong thing? What if I make us fall off?”

  He grinned. “Baby, you’re not going to do the wrong thing, I promise. You’ll pick it up, it’s a piece of cake.”

  “That’s what you said about doing the orders at the shop and look how that worked out.”

  He set her on her feet and then stood, giving her ass a sharp tap. “Go get dressed. Tight pants or jeans, and a long-sleeved jacket. It can get cold and you want your skin protected from the elements. You might want to rearrange your hair too. Probably pigtails and a helmet don’t mix.”

  Her hair was a mess. She burst into giggles as she finally took a look in the bathroom mirror. She was glad she hadn’t gone outside looking like this. Not that she’d ever tell him that. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings when he’d tried so hard.

  She rolled her eyes at the idea of hurting Duke’s feelings. The guy was hard as rocks.

  On the outside. On the inside though. . .yeah, there was definitely a softer side to him. She’d already gotten dressed, now she redid her hair so it hung down her back in a braid. Maybe she could do something different with her hair. And maybe she should get some new clothes. Everything she wore was a few sizes too big. She’d long ago lost interest in shopping.

  He said he doesn’t want you to change yourself for him.

  Yeah. But this would be for her. Because she wasn’t entirely sure she was happy with the Sunny staring back at her. A knock on the front door startled her out of her thoughts and she gathered up her stuff, putting some cash and her ID in her back pocket in case they stopped.

  Then she opened her door.

  Oh shit. He looked fine. He wore the same jeans, but he now had his leather jacket on. It was black with patches down the arms.

  “All ready? Where are your gloves and scarf?”

  She eyed him suspiciously. “Are you sure I’ll need them?” It was a nice day out. He seemed to have an obsession with keeping her warm. Not that she was complaining too much. She liked that he cared.