by Kara Kelley
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Exploring again?” he asked casually, still holding her shoulders to steady her.
“Why’d you lock me out of here?” Her indignant tone was a defense mechanism, but with the grumpy look in Drew’s eyes she knew it wasn’t working.
“You know why I locked you out, baby girl. It’s not safe.”
“I wanted a hotdog,” she said lamely. His sardonic smile made her heart patter.
“A green fuzzy one?” His right brow rose. “I threw them out, but hey, we could head to the grocery store and check the garbage bins behind it.”
She crossed her arms and gave him a grunt. “No, thanks. I’m going back to my cabin.”
“Good idea, babe. I wouldn’t want you getting into trouble out here.” He rubbed his hands together. “How about I grab you another burger from my place? Much tastier than a green, fuzzy hotdog.”
“Would you?” Focusing on this new subject felt safer.
“Anything for my baby girl.”
“Oh, that sounds delicious!” Her overly chipper tone also didn’t seem to fool Drew and he narrowed his eyes.
“You’re going to go back to your cabin, aren’t you, little one?”
She bobbed her head. “I am.”
“I’ll meet you there with your burger.” His eyes were narrowed, so she smiled sweetly to appease him. She could eat her burger after she released the fish into the lake.
Uncle Ray would want it back in the lake, not festering in some tank. It wasn’t much but it was something she could do for him besides pick a bloody coffin and his death wear. Besides, a few minutes in the cabin wouldn’t kill her. Drew was just being overprotective.
Drew walked her back to her cabin and listened to her ramble on about her uncle’s spider dogs (split at each end so they would curl into spider legs when cooked over the fire). He was a good listener, but damn, knowing she was about to disobey him made her nervous.
After getting the tools she needed and making damn sure Drew wasn’t hiding in wait, she went back to Uncle Ray’s. She pulled on the rubber boots she’d kicked on the porch earlier and then crouched down and got to work on the lock.
It was easier to pick than she’d thought. Apparently picking locks was like riding a bike. She was thankful for the interviews and research she’d done for Steven and Daniel. She learned a lot: self-defense, first aid in the wild, and eating for survival when you’re nowhere near civilization were just a few of the things she’d learned.
Inside, she shone her flashlight beam on the beast in the tank. The fish was still until the beam caught its eye, then it darted forward, hiding behind a pathetic little plastic leaf. Its mouth hung slightly open, showing lots of sharp teeth.
“It’s okay, grandpa fish. I’m going to let you free for Uncle Ray.”
Addi got closer to the fish before she realized two things: one, it was way bigger than she remembered and two, she hadn’t planned her rescue out. How the hell would she get it to the lake? She couldn’t carry it with all those teeth ready to bite her fingers off. Besides, it was dark and if he flopped out of her arms, she might never find him before he ran out of oxygen.
She glanced around with her flashlight beam searching for something to carry it in. How long could a fish live without water? The lake was close but what was considered close when you were holding your breath and struggling?
What if she put its head in the bucket and wrapped her arms around the body to keep it from flopping out? She looked at the tiny bucket and then back at the huge fish.
“Why couldn’t you just be like a dog and follow the bucket of little fish? Here, fishy-fishy.” She huffed and saw a garbage bag on the counter. Aha!
Addi filled the bag with water, bucket by bucket, ignoring the small tear that let water and an awful fish smell leak onto her booted feet. Once it was half full she looked back at the tank and grimaced. How was she going to hold the bag and get the fish—and how the hell did you get a fish with sharp teeth out of a tank without getting bit?
She held the bag with one hand and tugged the elastic out of her ponytail, tying the bag closed with it. Once she was sure it was secure, she went to the kitchen area and started opening and closing drawers, mumbling and grousing, until she found what she was looking for.
“Ha! Try and bite through these, sucker!” She put her hands in a big pair of oven mitts and grabbed the bag.
She puffed, out of breath, as she dragged the bag closer to the tank and untied it.
“You think…” She breathed. “You could… jump in?” she asked, holding the bag open and looking pleadingly at the fish. Her voice squeaked as a light clicked on and she let go of the bag. Water rushed all over the floor and her boots while she screeched.
A deep chuckle made her yell, “Who’s there?” She covered her eyes, which weren’t used to the bright light that was pointed at her face.
“Ah, baby girl, you look quite adorable in rubber boots and oven mitts, but you’re in so much trouble.”
“Drew?”
“That’s right, honey.”
“But… How’d you get in here?”
“There’s a back door.”
“But…”
He flicked on the big light and she saw he was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs she had passed right by in search of the oven mitts. He looked quite comfortable, with an ankle crossed over his knee and a fishing net in his hands.
“Shit!” She pointed at the net. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
And at that very moment as if the fates were laughing at her and rooting for Drew, the floor creaked and her foot went straight through the wood, knocking her off balance and onto her butt.
She looked at Drew, who set the net down and crossed his arms. “Appropriate oven mitts, by the way. That fish would have bitten right through them though.”
“Oh,” she said, looking sheepish. The oven mitts were shaped and decorated like fish. She’d bought them for Uncle Ray last Christmas. “At least the boot protected my foot,” she offered, pointing at the hole where her booted foot disappeared.
He only shook his head. She yanked her foot out of the rubber footwear and stuck it in the air, wiggling her toes. “Look, no cuts!”
Drew walked to her, avoiding the puddle and the hole and hefted her up by the armpits, only releasing her long enough to scoop her up properly and carry her out to the porch. He set her down and pointed to the rocking chair. She blinked from him to it and back again.
“Addi,” he warned. She stamped the still booted foot and sat.
“What are you going to do?”
“You mean besides spank your naughty ass?”
“Drew!”
“Baby girl, we’re going to let this fish go and then I’m bringing you back to your cabin for a bath.” He leaned toward her and sniffed, grimacing. “You smell like a pike that rolled in dead fish and fuzzy dumpster hotdogs.”
She looked down and sniffed at herself. “Oh, God. I do.”
“And once you smell better, you’re going right over my knee.”
“Really?” She crossed her arms.
He took a step toward her and put his palms on her face, tipping it up so he could look her in the eye. “Was last night a joke? A game?” he asked.
Addi shrugged. He dropped his hands from her face and took her hands instead.
“It wasn’t. Not to me. This is real and you agreed.” When she looked down, he let her hand go to tilt her chin back up. “Have you changed your mind?”
Addi swallowed hard at his words. “No. I want real.”
“I’m the boss, babe. I’m taking care of you completely from here on out. You argue, disobey, disrespect, I don’t walk away, little one. I correct, teach, and punish however I see fit. Got me?”
“I got you, Drew.” She nibbled her lip a moment. “Thank you. I know I’ll likely screw up, again and again, but I want this. I want you to take care of me, Daddy.” It took a lot for her to say that, but she meant it. She truste
d him.
“Good.” He leaned down and took her mouth gently again, sucking in the lip she’d nibbled a few seconds earlier. It was a dawdling kiss that created a slow burn deep in her belly and when he released her, she was breathless.
“Come on, babe. Let’s get that fish back home.”
The net made everything easier, although the fish was heavier than she thought and still fought fiercely so Drew carried it. At the edge of the lake he handed it to her.
“Go ahead. Take it.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, babe, but hurry up. This guy can’t breathe.”
“Okay.” She grabbed the net from him. She grunted with the weight and the change made the fish start flopping from side to side again. “Whoa, big guy,” she said and waded into the water.
“Careful, it’s slippery,” Drew warned.
She smiled and put the net in the water but left the top above so the fish couldn’t get away yet.
“Should we say something?” She looked at him, unsure if he’d think she was being silly.
“Yeah, babe.” He smiled.
“We release you, grandpa fish, in the name of your nemesis, but in the end your friend. This is for Uncle Ray, a fighter for all in need.” And she lowered the net completely.
The fish flicked its tail wildly and splashed her with water. She screamed when it turned to her.
“Oh, shit, Drew!” She ran toward shore. “It’s gonna get me!” She practically climbed him when he hauled her back to shore, and squealed shrilly.
He laughed, deep and hearty from his belly, and then fell onto the shore. He kissed her neck, sending shivers through her from his scruffy beard.
“Come on, baby girl, let’s get you in the tub so I can punish and fuck you good.”
* * *
He ran the bath, throwing another bath bomb in while watching her undress.
“If you didn’t smell so bad, babe, I’d be over there helping you.” He sat with his hip on the edge of the tub.
“Wimp,” she said, wiggling her brows at him.
“A wimp, huh? We’ll see who’s the wimp when I have you over my thighs, painting that ass red.”
“That’s not fair. Unless I get to see how you handle a spanking too.”
He chuckled, swishing his hand through the pink water. “Me, Daddy, you, baby girl.”
“Smart like biker,” she mocked.
“Hmm and what shall I spank that naughty and saucy ass with?” He looked skyward. “Hand? Belt?” She followed his eyes to the sink. “Ah, how about the hairbrush over there.”
“Drew!” Her voice spiked higher.
“That’s Daddy, babe.”
“Fine! Daddy!” she pouted, but didn’t feel any fear whatsoever, not with her clit swollen and her core burning hot and slick for him. Down to only her underwear and bra, she looked at her feet, using her long hair like a veil. She felt shy. How could he possibly find her attractive?
“Come ‘ere,” he said holding out his hand for her. She went to him.
“Look at me.”
She obeyed, staring into his blue eyes, admiring the dark blue ring.
“Every inch of you is beautiful, got me?”
She nodded and he stood. “Arms up.”
She lifted them and he took off her bra and then bent, lowering her panties.
“That’s my girl.” He took her hand. “Step in.”
When she sank into the water, it felt amazing, but it was nothing compared to how she felt when he washed her. By the time she stepped out of the tub, she felt as languid as a puppy after a long run. He dried her and nodded toward the brush.
“Grab that, honey.”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, Daddy.”
He took her hand when she complied and led her to the bed, still crumpled from them sleeping in it. He sat and nodded to the floor. “Kneel down and I’ll brush your hair.” He ran the brush through her locks and the gentle tugging on her scalp made her feel languid.
“Up you get now, babe,” he said and patted his thigh. “Let’s get you over my knee.”
She set herself over, closing her eyes as her breasts fell heavily.
“You okay, honey?”
She nodded and he tapped her thigh with the brush hard enough to make her squeak.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Better. You were a naughty girl tonight, weren’t you?”
“I guess.”
He swatted her thigh harder and she lurched forward on his lap, feeling her balance waver. His big hand pulled her hip closer to his abdomen, securing her.
“Yes, I was naughty!”
“How, baby girl?”
“I broke into my uncle’s cabin.”
“A cabin that I forbid you to go into, yes?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Because it isn’t safe, yeah?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And you gave me your trust to take care of you, right? To care for you, protect you, and punish you if I see fit?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then, are you ready? This won’t be a sexy spanking, babe. It’s gonna hurt.”
She nodded and peeked at his hand rising over her bottom in the mirror of her dressing table across from them.
“Wait!”
He stopped, noticing her in the mirror, and looked her in the eye. “Give me your hand, baby girl.” She reached back to give it to him. “Daddy’s got you.” He smiled at her and let his arm fall. The spank was crisp, loud and shockingly solid, the sting so much more biting than his hand, especially on her still damp skin.
“Ouch!” she hissed.
“Uh huh. I’m pretty sure you’ll remember to obey me after this.” He smirked at her through the mirror and despite the burn on her butt, she smiled back. God, he was a hot biker daddy. “Now let’s get this spanking going, young lady. You need to squirm on my lap before you wiggle under me.”
Before she could come completely undone by his words, the brush was searing her backside again—this time without pause. He obviously believed in swift correction, because it wasn’t like his other spankings, the more sensual ones. She called out, squeezed his hand, kicked, and burst into tears as the burn and sting overwhelmed her.
“The floor is rotten. You could have been hurt. What if the floor caved in just a few more feet to the left and the fish tank fell on top of you?”
When he stopped, she continued weeping.
“That hurt!” she said in a wet sob.
“It was supposed to. I meant business when I said don’t step foot in there.”
“I never thought of that.” She sucked in a shaky breath and let it out on a long whimper. “I just wanted to do something for Uncle Ray since all I seem to be doing is getting tangled up with you.”
He helped her up onto his lap, tucked her hair behind her ear, and kissed her temple. She leaned against his shoulder, grabbed the brush from his hand, and threw it across the room.
“I hate that thing!”
Drew chuckled, but patted the part of her bottom he still had access to.
“Go get it, babe. We don’t throw fits of temper after we’ve been spanked, do we?”
Her brows crunched and her frown deepened to a pout. “But I hate that thing.”
“Do you need more? Another spanking to get that naughtiness out?”
“No,” she said, crossing her arms.
“Go get it.”
She huffed loudly as he helped her up. A swat landed against her ass, making her clutch her cheeks with both hands.
“Ow!”
“Brush now, babe.”
She narrowed her eyes but stepped quickly away so he couldn’t reach her. Grabbing the brush, she gave it a dirty look.
“Bring it here.”
“You’re not going to use on me again, are you?”
“Babe. Bring. It. Here.”
She shuffled her feet, but handed him the brush. She stood at the ready to jump back if she needed to though. He set the brush down and sh
e relaxed, but then he grabbed her and yanked her back over his lap, giving her three sharp spanks with his hand. She gasped and smacked her hand on the floor.
“Babe, I’m okay with you bratting, that’s part of being a baby girl, but you need to be okay with the consequences, too.” He rubbed and squeezed her cheeks and she mewled. “Now let’s see how you really felt about this hairbrush.” He chuckled and his hand slid from her cheeks, down her slit, and settled at her opening.
“Seems awfully slippery down here for the hate you were showing that brush, honey.”
She felt her face flush. “That’s for you, Daddy, not that damn brush.” She growled and he smacked her thigh, making her whimper. “No more, please!”
“More, please?” The offending hand went back to her slick center and began exploring, sliding through her lips, circling her nub, and then rubbing her moisture up her crack and over her bottom hole, before sliding back to her pussy opening and gliding his long sturdy finger into it.
“More of this, yes?”
“Mmm, yes, please.”
He chuckled again, and the deep raspy timbre made a shiver run down her spine. He pumped his finger into her and she arched her back as he grabbed her hair, entwining it in his fist.
“Tell me what you want, babe.” He leaned down and licked the shell of her ear, breathing hot moist breath into it. Suddenly she wanted to conquer her fears with this man. She felt stronger with him, ready to challenge herself and her fears.
“I want… God, Drew, I want to fuck on your bike.” Her words surprised her, but they weren’t a lie. She did want to fuck on his bike. There was something freeing about it, as if the scared little girl she became after her mother’s accident wasn’t the real her, but a coat of armor she wore to protect herself.
He pulled her up and turned her head with her hair. His eyes were clouded with arousal.
“Take me for a ride and then let me ride you, Biker Daddy.”
His hiss of breath made her hotter, slicker, and she felt in control of his desire for the first time. She felt like a beautiful goddess.
“Let’s go.” He peeled off his t-shirt and put it on her. “Panties only.” His brow shot up to challenge her, but she only bit the corner of her lip.