Motorcycle Daddy (MC Daddies Book 1)

by Laylah Roberts

  Damn it. She hated when he used her full name. With a pout, she turned back around and pulled up her T-shirt.

  “Panties too.”

  She groaned, but wiggled her panties down.

  “Now bend over.”

  “Daddy,” she whined.

  “There’s nothing for you to be ashamed of, baby girl. All of you is beautiful. And there isn’t anything you should keep from me. I want to know all of you, inside and outside.”

  She sucked in a deep breath. Fine. But if he was disappointed in any part of her, he better not come complaining.

  She bent over. This was so embarrassing.

  “Still a little red, but not so bad.” He ran his fingers lightly over her bottom. “Gonna be a little sore to sit on today, but that’s a good reminder.”

  Wow, he was all heart.

  “It is missing something, though,” he mused.

  “What?” She stood up and turned her head to look at him.

  “Bend back down, little one. You can just stay in that position and think about why you were punished this morning.” He left the room.

  Crap. Sugar. Shoot.

  This was worse than standing in the corner and that was bad enough.

  “Right, kick off your panties then turn and place your hands on the seat of the sofa for balance and spread your legs wide.”

  What was he doing? What the hell was going on? She turned to look at him, her eyes widening in shock as she took in what he now held.

  Was that a butt plug?

  “Um, Daddy?”

  “You said you were open to anal play, has that limit changed?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “Words, little one.”

  “No, Daddy.”

  “Then do as you were told,” he said sternly. “You’re going to wear this plug while watching cartoons this morning as a little reminder. Not that I should be letting you watch cartoons.”

  Her jaw dropped. “No cartoons! You can’t do that.”

  “Keep protesting and see what happens.”

  Jeez, he’d woken up a real grumpy pants this morning. She mumbled under her breath as she turned and got into position.

  “Spread your bottom cheeks for me, I want to see that naughty bottom hole.”

  Oh, he was kidding, right?

  “Little rebel,” he warned.

  Sugar. Crap.

  She let out a deep breath, dying of embarrassment as she reached back and parted her bottom cheeks.

  “Good girl. That’s very pretty. I need to get you into this position more often.” He ran a cool, wet finger down over her asshole. He’d obviously put lube on his finger. He started to probe her back hole with his finger and she groaned. Fuck. Her clit throbbed. Who knew this could would be such a turn on?

  Then his finger pressed inside her.

  Oh. Oh!

  He moved his finger back and forth. “Such a good girl, taking my finger in your bottom. That’s a good girl. Just relax. Well done, you’re doing so well.”

  She loved when he called her a good girl. Better yet when he called her his girl.

  She was his. He was hers.

  It hit her sometimes, just how much her life had changed in a few short weeks. But like Jewel said, she could decide to embrace it or fight it.

  She was going to embrace it.

  His finger slid free of her bottom.

  “Take in a nice, deep breath. That’s it, little one. Now breathe out as I push the plug inside.” She let her breath out as something firm and cool pushed against her back hole. “You can let go of your bottom now.”

  She moved her hands back to the cushions of the sofa, grateful for the added support as he slowly and carefully pushed the plug inside her.

  “My good girl. Doing just what Daddy requires from her. There it is, sitting nice and deep in your bottom. This one is slim; we’ll work you up to bigger ones.”

  Holy shit.

  He slipped an arm around her waist. “You can stand up now, baby girl.”

  She stood and he pulled her back so she was leaning against him. Her head spun a little and she was grateful for the added support.

  Duke kissed her neck. “That’s my brave girl. Well done. You took that beautifully.”

  “I. . .I need to put my panties back on. How long do I have to wear it for?”

  “Until I say otherwise and there’s no panties while you have the plug in.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because I want to be able to raise my T-shirt up over your ass and inspect you whenever I like. Panties will just get in my way.”

  Oh. Dear. Lord.

  Two hours later, the plug had been taken from her ass. A process that turned her on as much as it had when it was placed inside her. He’d also made her sit and write out everything that she did well. That had taken her longer than she liked to admit. Now she was dressed and searching for her phone.

  “What you looking for, little rebel?” Duke asked, watching her search through the living room.

  “My phone. I can’t find it.”

  “You don’t need it.”

  “I do. Jewel was going to text me about going shopping this weekend.”

  “You’re not going.”

  She froze then turned to look at him. “Excuse me?” He hadn’t just said that, had he?

  “You’re not going.”

  “Yes. I am.”

  He turned his head from the T.V. to give her a firm look. “No. You. Are. Not.”

  She tapped her foot against the floor. “Listen here, buster—”

  He grinned. “Buster? Really?”

  “Duke! You cannot stop me from going shopping with Jewel! It’s not unsafe. I’m going.”

  “No.”

  “Yes! And stop being a. . .a. . .big old jerkface!”

  His eyes widened and she suddenly realized what she was doing. Why was she arguing with him? What if he got annoyed with her and didn’t want her anymore? So what if he didn’t want her going out? It wasn’t like staying with him was a hardship.

  “I. . .I’m sorry,” she said suddenly. “I won’t go out if you don’t want me to.”

  He frowned, studying her.

  “Do you want me to do anything while I’m here? Housework? I could make us some dinner to take to work.”

  “Okay. Rewind.”

  “What?” She stared at him in confusion.

  “We were having an argument and suddenly you turned into some timid, stepford wife. Let’s go back to that argument.”

  “You want me to argue with you?” What was happening right now?

  “No. Cute as you are when you try to insult me, I don’t like arguing with you.”

  “Then what are you trying to say?” Because she was confused as hell.

  “I don’t want to argue with you, little rebel. But I do want you to know that you can argue with me.”

  She rubbed her head. “I’m sure that makes sense in your mind.”

  “Why’d you stop the argument, Sunny?”

  “Um, because I don’t like arguing?”

  “I’m sure that’s true but that wasn’t the reason you stopped.” He came closer and grabbed her hips, tugging her towards him. “Why, Sunny? Tell me.”

  “I don’t want to,” she whispered.

  “Why not?”

  Her head was starting to really pound. “I don’t want to tell you what I was thinking.”

  “But you’re going to. Why did you stop, Sunny?” He ran his finger down the side of her face.

  “Because I had the thought that if I argued with you then you might get sick of me. You might decide you didn’t want me anymore,” she blurted out.

  His eyes grew dark. “I’m not Greg. I’m not going to get sick of you just because you call me out on my bullshit.”

  Her eyes widened. “You knew you were being unreasonable?”

  He blew out a breath. “Newsflash, little rebel. I’m not perfect either.”

  “I know that,” she muttered
then covered her face with her hands as he chuckled. “Sorry, can’t believe I just blurted that out.”

  “I like when you blurt things out, gives me an insight into what’s going on in here.” He tapped her head. “Need it so I’m not blundering around in the dark.”

  She’d always thought of herself as an open person, but then hadn’t she always had secrets? About her homelife? About her real feelings and desires? Things she’d shut away for other people.

  “I was being an asshole,” he told her honestly. “And you had every right to call me out for it. I don’t want you to be scared to argue with me, Sunny. If I’m being a dick, you can’t let me bulldoze over you.”

  “So. . .why?”

  He blew out a breath. “Why don’t I want you to go out?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Couple of reasons.” He took hold of her hand and led her over to the recliner. He sat and pulled her onto his lap.

  She loved being held like this. She felt so safe. He rubbed his hand up and down her back. “I’m feeling very protective of you today. More so than I usually do.”

  “Because of yesterday?”

  “Yeah. You scared the shit out of me, Sunny. Then, with that nightmare this morning. . .” He let out a deep breath. “Knowing I wasn’t there to help you. . .it fucking grates at me. I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you. You’re fucking part of me. Get me?”

  She nodded. She understood what he was saying because she felt the same. A knot of tension unraveled in her stomach that she hadn’t even realized was there.

  “I’m angry about yesterday, worried about you. Being around you helps me regain equilibrium. The more control I have the better. When you’re in Little mode, I don’t know how to explain it exactly. . .but when I’m looking after you, it relaxes me.”

  She’d never heard him talk like this. He was always just Duke. Indestructible, almost. Stoic. Calm. Smart. Nothing seemed to faze him.

  But right at this moment, he seemed almost vulnerable.

  He needs me.

  She’d known it on some level. But this might be the first time she really got that he might just need her as much as she needed him.

  “So what you’re really saying is that spanking me is relaxing?” she teased.

  “Yep,” he replied with a wink.

  “That doesn’t bode well for my ability to sit down in the future,” she muttered, shifting around on her still tender bottom. But something had shifted inside her. “I’ll be here for you whenever you need me.”

  He tilted her chin up and kissed her lightly. “I know you will be. But you need a life beyond me. I guess.”

  She rolled her eyes then bit at her lip. “This is all very different for me too. I’ve never been in a relationship like this. But I’ve also never had a friend. I want to go out with her, Duke.”

  “And that’s exactly what you’ll do. Like I said, I was being a selfish ass. But. . .” he trailed off.

  “There’s something else, isn’t there?”

  Duke wasn’t a jerk like Greg. Oh, he could be abrupt and grumpy and she was certain he could be selfish too. But this had been unusual for him. Even taking yesterday into account.

  “Yeah. There is.” He ran his hand up and down her hand lightly. “What I’m about to tell you only a few people know. Me, Reyes, Spike, Ink, Razor, and Jason. Basically, the inner circle at Iron Shadows. Those guys I trust with my life and more importantly, I’d trust them with yours.”

  He was lucky to have people in his life like that. She wished she could say the same.

  “If anything ever happens to me, you go to them. They’ll take care of you.”

  She twisted back away from him so she could see his face. “Why would anything happen to you? Duke, what’s going on?”

  He blew out a breath. “Didn’t want to tell you this. But there’s things in my life I’m not proud of. Many things I wouldn’t want to ever touch you. That something I’ve done could hurt you makes me feel fucking furious and ill. I also guess, well, I like when you look at me like I can do anything. Like you think I’m everything.”

  “You can and you are,” she whispered. “Whatever you have to tell me won’t change that.”

  He tucked some hair behind her ear. “Baby girl, I definitely don’t deserve you.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. You are not a bad person, Duke. The way you look after me so thoroughly and ferociously is proof of that. You’re loyal. Smart. Sometimes even kind.”

  “Don’t go spreading that around,” he grumbled but she saw the twinkle in his eyes.

  “Just tell me. I promise it won’t change how I look at you.”

  He let out a breath then nodded. “Our old club President, Smiley, was a real asshole. He got us messed up in all sorts of shady shit. And he had enough supporters to make life difficult for those of us who didn’t want to get mixed up in drugs and protection.” He grimaced. “Wasn’t always able to get out of whatever shit he’d gotten the club messed up in and I did things I’ve tried to forget.”

  “It’s okay, I get it.”

  “I did it because I had family in the club. I couldn’t leave them and Smiley didn’t let anyone leave.” He looked slightly ill. She took his hand in hers.

  “What happened?”

  “Reyes joined our club, didn’t like what he saw and started to rally those of us who were tired of Smiley around him.”

  “A coup?”

  “Yeah. A bloody, messy one. But one Reyes won. However, Smiley left us with some of his fuck-ups. He got us mixed up with the Bartolli family, you heard of them?”

  She shook her head.

  “They’re a crime family in Chicago. The head of the family, Fergus Bartolli had us doing some blackmail job for them. Turns out they’d been laundering some money through the club and they threatened Reyes to get us to do their dirty work. The blackmail was to do with a US Senator. Bartolli had photos of him with a very young girl. She was tied up, naked on his bed and she looked out of it, drugged.”

  “Oh God. You don’t think she was there of her own free will?”

  “It didn’t look that way,” he told her grimly. “And even if she was, she looked underage. This senator is married. He obviously didn’t want these photos getting out and he paid the blackmail. To cut a story short, Bartolli is now dead and his hold on us is now gone.”

  “How did he die?” she asked worriedly.

  “Not by my hand.”

  Relief filled her. Not that it would have changed how she felt about him and it sounded like Bartolli was a rotten man, but she didn’t want that for him.

  “But that still left us with the senator. If the girl in that photo was young, if she was there unwillingly. . .”

  “Then you couldn’t just leave it at that. I’m guessing you didn’t go to the cops.”

  He smiled at her. “No, babe. Cops aren’t someone we want sniffing around us.”

  She nodded. “So what have you been doing?”

  “Watching the senator as much as we can. Trying to figure out who the girl is, if there’s any more.”

  “And have you found out anything?” She thought it said a lot about them that they hadn’t just wiped their hands clean of this.

  “The girl in the photo turned up dead last weekend,” he explained. “She was seventeen. A runaway.”

  “Oh God.”

  “We also caught one of his personal bodyguards meeting with a pimp. Could be the guy who supplied the girl. Could be he’s done it in the past too.”

  She felt queasy just thinking about it.

  “Thing is, there’s something else. We can’t be certain that it’s related to the senator, but it seems the most likely explanation.”

  “What else?”

  “Remember the day I came home to find you mowing my grass?”

  “Yeah, vaguely,” she teased.

  “Brat,” he muttered. “Right, well, that day you remember getting my mail and accidentally ripping one of the envelo
pes?”

  “Yeah, and you got all grouchy and accused me of opening it.”

  “Well, inside were some photos. Of me and the guys on surveillance of the senator.”

  She frowned. “Why would someone take photos of you watching the senator? And why send them to you?”

  “That’s what we want to know, baby girl.”

  “And you don’t know who sent them?”

  “That’s where it gets a bit trickier. There was no note or anything, but on the back of one photo there was an image of a fox’s head.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Well, there’s been stories or rumors, whatever you want to call them, of an assassin who calls himself the Fox.”

  Her heart raced so fast she felt ill. “An assassin? That can’t be true, right? Why would he send them to you? Why would he be involved?”

  “That’s what we don’t know. It’s got to be a warning to stay away from the senator.”

  “But you didn’t?”

  “No, we weren’t willing to do that. We’ve tried to be more careful. To go in pairs. To keep well hidden.”

  “Has he sent any more warnings?” she asked.

  “Yeah. That same image of a fox’s head was spray-painted onto a wall at the compound. That was a few weeks ago and he’s been silent since. He could have done what he was here to do and gone or he could be still around, waiting for something.”

  She swallowed heavily. “He knows where you live. He could come after you, hurt you.”

  “So far, he hasn’t been violent. He hasn’t done anything but try to warn us off. And we haven’t had any warnings in a couple weeks. However, if he decides to act, I don’t want you caught in the crossfire. And yesterday taught me that I can’t watch you every second, much as I’m going to try.”

  She frowned. “But yesterday can’t have been anything to do with the Fox. It was too random, right? He had no idea I would come out then. And that guy didn’t strike me as a deadly assassin.”

  “I don’t think that has anything to do with the senator or the Fox. But my protective instincts have gone into overdrive. I’ve also told Reyes I can’t be on senator watch anymore.”

  She heaved a sigh of relief. “Good. Although I’m still worried about the other guys.” She bit her lip. “But someone has to help those girls. Shoot. I don’t want you to stop just because you’re worried about me. I’ll be much more careful, I promise. I won’t go shopping with Jewel.”