by Kara Kelley
“Don’t change the subject!”
“Don’t be bossy,” he warned. “And no, he didn’t say it in so many words.” His smile widened. “But he implied it, and who am I to deny a dying man his wish.” He grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. He was full of mischief and Addi frowned deeper.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would.” Drew nodded. “And as you pointed out, you’re my property.”
“But we’ve got guests arriving soon.” Her eyes were wide now and he loved the trepidation in them. He looked at his watch.
“The memorial doesn’t start until noon, babe. It’s not even seven yet.” He gave her a firm look. “Don’t move.” Bending his knees, he lowered to undo the button and zipper of her jean shorts.
She grabbed his wrists. “Daddy!” Her voice spiked in alarm.
“Move them.” His voice was deep and demanding and her reaction was the sweet blush he loved. And when she clamped her lip and put her hands on her head, his cock fought for release.
Dropping her shorts, he grabbed the string of her sexy thong panties. He lowered them slowly while eyeing her trembling knees. She wasn’t frightened, not really. It was all part of their dynamic, but he knew the anticipation of his crisp spankings always caused her frisson. Her clit would be throbbing and her pussy slick with need, but her ass would also tingle knowing the sting his hand would bring.
He’d provide her sexual release after, but for now his baby girl needed to be reminded who was in charge and that meant a red, hot, sore ass before he made her come with the force of a storm.
“Step out.” She obeyed and he looked up at her with her shorts and panties in his hands. “Shirt too.” It was a warm October morning where the worst she’d have from being naked outdoors was hard nipples and a cool breeze blowing across her soaked pussy.
“Daddy!”
His brow flicked up and her intake of breath was sharp and audible.
“Yes, sir.” She licked her lips and removed her shirt, handing it to him. He rewarded her with a smile and then looked at her luscious body like a man looked at a lake during a heatwave. God, she was gorgeous, especially now that she’d lost her insecurity and body shame.
“To the log, babe.” Since they watched the sunrise every day as a tribute to Ray, he’d put a huge fallen log on the beach for them to sit on. He’d used it to spank her before and he would again, of course only during the times when the camp was closed. One week each month the camp shut down so Addi and he could have a break and some privacy.
She loved outdoor spankings, at least after the fact, and sex—hot, roll-in-the-dirt, randy sex. It got her engine revving knowing they could be caught by anyone who stopped by.
And Steven and Daniel had a habit of dropping in unannounced. They’d moved to Fell County so they could help with writing classes and ran their business from their cottage not too far down the road.
“Lean your hands on the log, little girl.”
She gave him a pouty frown but bent to put her hands on the log. Her round ass was high and her tits hung heavy like ripe fruit that he longed to taste. He meandered around her, touching her back, shoulders, and thighs, but keeping her ass quivering in anticipation.
“Should I pick a switch this time?”
“No, please!” Her words rushed out and her ass jiggled.
“My belt then?”
“No, Daddy, just your hand. Please.”
“Mm, yeah?” He placed his hand solidly on her sacrum and leaned down to look at her face. “Do you deserve a hand spanking?”
Her head bobbed and her ponytail swung, making him smile.
“Okay, baby, we’ll put you over my knee for some warming up but then you’re going to get into this position again, you hear?”
She nodded and he twisted her ponytail around his hand. “What are you going to do then?” she asked, not quite hiding the tremor of expectancy in her voice.
“You’ll have to wait and see, babe.”
He sat and used her ponytail to guide her across his lap. His cock poked into her. She said nothing about it but wiggled, causing an almost painful but delicious friction.
“Young lady, what are you doing?”
She turned her head and looked at him innocently. “Getting comfortable, Daddy.”
He grunted and swatted hard, hard enough to make her lurch forward and swing her feet up to her bottom.
“Nuh-uh, baby girl. Feet down or I’ll send you for the brush.”
She whined but lowered her booted toes back to the pebbled sand. His hand landed lighter this time and then he built up the intensity. Her whimpers were mixed with moans of arousal and he had the urge to stop and drive his cock into her hot mouth.
“Please, no more,” she begged as if her spanking were more than just uncomfortable. Her ploy was revealed when she slid between his open knees and unzipped his pants. He wasn’t the only one thinking of her mouth on his cock.
He closed his eyes and let her take him in her mouth, even enjoying it, for a few minutes before he scolded her for getting out of position.
“I was going to fuck you with your ass up and hands on the log, but since you can’t obey the rules, I think a few strokes with my belt will remind you.” Her lips slid off his cock with a pop and his eyes rolled back as he barely held it together.
“Aww, but I was having fun,” she whined.
“How many times did you slide me into your mouth, babe?”
She looked down at his cock, still wet from her swollen mouth. “Maybe ten?”
“Is that a guess?”
She bobbed her head.
“You sure you wanna go with that number?” Again, she nodded. He stood and unbuckled his belt. “Up into position, babe. Ten strokes with my belt.”
She gasped when the belt slid through the loops of his jeans, but the quiver of her lip was purely arousal.
She put her hands on the log and stuck her ass in the air. It was blushed a nice pink already. He ran his hands over the warm flesh, soothing it before sliding between her cheeks, past her pucker and right to her hot center where he stroked until she spread her legs, eager for more.
“You are so fucking wet, babe. It’s almost a shame I have to belt your ass before I drive my cock into that needy little cunt.”
“A daddy never breaks the rules, so hurry and whip my ass then.”
“You’re right, but what kind of a badass biker would I be if I didn’t break the rules now and then?”
She giggled and he wanted to snuggle her in his arms like a daddy dom should.
“You’re a badass lone wolf who takes what he wants, aren’t you?”
“Damn right I am,” he growled, and before she even expected it, he’d dropped his jeans and rammed his pulsing cock straight into her tight, fiery cunt.
She called out, howled loud like an animal without concern for being heard. It was just how he liked her, free and unashamed of her body or her impulses.
“Oh. Fuck. Yeah.”
* * *
Addi
Tonalonka was packed with former campers and even Sean came to show his support even though he had never met Uncle Ray.
Sean had had so much evidence compiled on the Skull Grinders they’d never see freedom and the few lower ranking members who hadn’t done enough to get locked away weren’t loyal enough to stick around, especially after Sean, Drew, and the president of the Iron Code had had a talk with them. Drew was finally free of his past.
Addi was free of her father as well. Dear old Dad managed to snag himself a new woman to do his bidding and she seemed happy to take care of him.
Former campers shared stories about her uncle that made her laugh, cry, and gape in shock and everyone had a wonderful time. Trevor brought Brent, but Layla had stayed home. Brent came regularly to paint with Drew and work on journaling with Addi. Since the trauma of being taken by Mauler and Dingo, he’d been having nightmares and slept with his mom or dad nightly.
Poor Layla had been pre
tty shook up from the whole ordeal and hadn’t been around town or the bar much since it had happened, but Addi saw her regularly for self-defense classes with a wonderful instructor Addi had hired for the camp.
Everyone was gathered around the fire chatting but when Drew stood, a hush fell over the crowd. There was a canvas draped in a cloth that he put a light on once dusk fell. She wondered what it was, but Drew had forbidden her to peek.
“I want to thank everyone for coming to remember Ray Moore. He was so much to all of us and we’ll never forget him. He gave me a place to stay, a purpose, and his trust even when I didn’t think I deserved it.” Drew looked to where Addi sat in a Muskoka chair. She was warmed by the fire and the love for her uncle that surrounded her. Drew’s eyes flickered in the firelight and he winked at her. Her heart fluttered and she couldn’t wait for them to be alone.
“He gave me one other thing.” Drew reached into his pocket and held up something tiny in his hands. “His wife’s engagement ring and his blessing to marry his precious niece.” He bent onto one knee. “Addianna Louise Moore, or as I like to call you, baby girl, you’re already my Old Lady, but will you also be my wife?”
Before she could answer, he yanked the sheet off the canvas and beneath was a painting of her on his bike, looking fierce, confident, and mesmerizing in leather. Her eyes were tilted sexily and her lips red and crooked in a smirk. He had once again painted her in a way that showed how he saw her and she loved it. She was that strong, fierce woman, not the easily frightened woman she’d always thought of herself as.
Addi stood, her knees shaking and tears blurring her eyes.
“I’ll be anything you want me to be, but more than anything I want to be Mrs. Biker.”
“Is that a yes?”
“You bet your badass biker butt it is.”
He chuckled and caught her as she flew into his arms. He leaned down and put his lips next to her ear. “No, baby girl, I believe you bet your butt.”
The End
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