Motorcycle Daddy's Captive: An Age Play DDLG Motorcycle Club Romance

by Daisy March

  She pressed her hands into his back, barely feeling like she was there at all. He slid the sock over her toes, easing it up toward her knee, tracing a slow line with his fingers.

  His cock twitched as he glanced up and took another look at that pussy of hers, no longer hidden behind pubic hair. It looked a little red on the skin. He made a mental note to moisturize it when they got back from the club.

  “Other leg,” he said a second later, placing the second sock over her left foot, sliding it into place. He leaned back to look at her, his cock so hard it was painful.

  Wearing socks only seemed to heighten the beauty of her, enhance and amplify her nakedness rather than cover her up.

  “Panties next,” he said, remaining in place. He set them on the floor so she could step into them.

  With a feeling of sorrow that her pussy was about to vanish from view, he pulled them up her legs, setting them low on her hips.

  The fabric was thin enough to still see the outline of her pussy. He could just rip them off and throw her on the bed in a second and…

  He stood up, lifting her arms above her head, sliding the dress onto her, tugging it down until her body was covered.

  He’d hoped this would help calm his urges but instead they increased. She looked incredible. The dress sat tight across her bust, her nipples poking through the fabric.

  It was thigh-skimming and as she took a twirl on the spot, it wafted upward, flashing her panty clad ass at him.

  She giggled, clapping her hands together. “It’s so beautiful,” she said, playing with the hem of the dress. “Do I have to give it back?”

  “Sweetheart, you can keep that for as long as you want,” he replied, taking her hands in his. “But before you get too excited, sit down. We need to talk about tonight.”

  The smile faded from her lips as she sat on the edge of the bed, biting her bottom lip. “What about tonight?”

  “You’ll need to obey my every command or expect a spanking, maybe in front of other people.”

  “Unless I say the safe word.”

  “Of course. But are you sure you want to go through with this? I can’t force you. No one can force you. But once we’re at the club, I’ll be a different person. I’ll be your Daddy for the evening and I’ll be acting like you’re my full time Little.”

  “I think I can handle that,” she said, managing a shy smile. “Daddy?”

  “Good girl,” he replied, stroking her shoulder. “That’s exactly what you’ll need to call me. Tell me something. Have you ever had a plug in your ass before?”

  She blinked in shock. “No, never.” There was a flash of something in her eyes. “Do I have to?” What was that look in her eyes?

  “You have to look like you’re used to it. If it comes to that kind of thing and you run a mile, it’ll give the game away before it’s even begun.”

  “Then what do we do?”

  “We try it now, when it’s just the two of us here. That way if you find it too much, we know in advance.”

  She shifted in place. “All right,” she said suddenly. “If you think it’s a good idea.”

  “Stay there,” he said, crossing to the chest of drawers, pulling out the smallest of the three plugs inside. It was stainless steel with a sparkling pink base. “Perfect for a Little,” he said. “Stand up and turn around. Bend over the bed.”

  “Will it hurt?” she asked as she did what he’d said.

  “It might,” he replied. “But with things like this, it’s all about the lubrication.” He pulled her panties down to her thighs before pouring liquid lube onto the end of the plug, rubbing it over the metal.

  He applied more lube to the crease of her ass, rubbing it around her tiny little hole, his cock wanting to take the place of his finger. “Take a few breaths,” he said, siding the plug up and down the valley between her buttocks. “In and out. That’s it. Good girl. Now take a big breath and let it out slowly.”

  He listened to her inhaling, waiting for the exhalation to begin. When it did, he pressed the tip of the plug to her tight hole. “Again,” he said. “In and out.”

  This time, when she exhaled, he nudged the plug forward. There was a lot of resistance. “Try and relax,” he said. “Imagine you’ve done this dozens of times before, that this is your way of showing your Daddy how much you love him.”

  “Like that it turns him on or something?” she asked, her voice sounding strained.

  “Exactly. Take another breath.”

  As she breathed out slowly, he tried again, pushing harder. There was a moment when he didn’t think it would happen but then it was sliding into her. The sight drove him wild.

  He wanted her so badly in that moment he had to bite the inside of his cheek to concentrate on what he was doing. “Is it in?” she asked. “I think I can feel it.”

  “Not yet,” he said. “Does it hurt?”

  “It’s okay. It hurts a little.” She giggled. “A little. Get it?”

  “My Little made a joke,” he replied, rocking the plug back and forth, each time sliding it quarter of an inch deeper. “One more big breath.”

  This time, he pushed the plug all the way inside. Her ass gripped it tight in place as she gasped. “Ow,” she said.

  “You did it,” he said, standing back from her, admiring the view. “Pull your panties up,” he said. “Try walking around.”

  She winced at first as she stood up, tugging her dress back into place a second later.

  “How is it?” he asked.

  “Strange,” she replied. “It’s not like I expected.”

  “What did you expect?”

  “Agony.”

  “And what’s it like?”

  “Just like I’ve been filled back there.” She giggled. “I could get used to that feeling. Is that weird?”

  “Not at all,” he replied, taking her hands in his. “I think you’ll fool them all. They’ll think you’re my Little for sure. Want to take the plug out?”

  “I should probably leave it in,” she said, looking down at her hands. “Just to get used to it. Not because I like it.”

  “Look at me, Beth.”

  She looked up, wincing slightly like she was expecting him to yell at her.

  “You are a woman. You are allowed to have desires. You are allowed to want things. If you enjoy something, that is allowed. Tell me the truth. Do you like having that plug in you?”

  “Yes,” she said in a faint whisper.

  “Tell me you like it.”

  “I like it.”

  “What do you like?”

  “I like having the plug in me.”

  “And where do you like it?”

  “In my ass.”

  “Tell me again. Louder.”

  She stood up straighter. “I like having the plug in my ass.”

  “Louder.”

  “I like having the plug in my ass!”

  “Good girl,” he said, throwing his arms around her. “I’m proud of you, sweetheart.”

  “You are?” she asked, pressing her head to his chest.

  “Of course. There’s nothing wrong with liking things. Too many people spend their lives keeping quiet about what they want, about what they like. Life is short, Beth. Far too short to waste it pretending to be something you’re not. If you like a plug in your ass, you go ahead and like it and fuck anyone who tells you it’s wrong.”

  “Not literally, I hope?”

  He looked at her and she was smiling. He burst out into laughing. “No, not literally.”

  “Oh, good.”

  “You keep the plug in as long as you want today. You can even wear it to the bar if you want.”

  “Can I? Can I really?”

  “You want permission? You got it. Beth Grodin, you have your Daddy’s permission to keep that plug in your ass until you change clothes this evening.”

  7

  Beth

  Beth had been through some strange experiences in her life but nothing could have prepared her f
or that ride to the bar.

  She sat on the back of the motorcycle, the wind whipping the back of her dress up. Anyone looking might see her panties and hidden inside was the plug, buried in her ass.

  She wondered what it might be like to feel something else in there, something much bigger.

  She’d seen the bulge in Slater’s pants a couple of times while they’d been getting ready to leave. Each time she had to force herself to look away. She was worried she might start licking her lips and reaching out for it before she could stop herself.

  Her whole body ached for him. Her nipples seemed permanently hard, tingling endlessly as they brushed against the fabric of her dress, making her need for him grow even stronger.

  He’d put a plug in her ass. Not only that but it felt so much hotter than she could have imagined. He even made her shout out the truth, that she loved the feeling of it.

  She was changing because of him. It was like she was a closed book still sealed in plastic and he was slowly unwrapping her, getting ready to turn to the first page to see what was written there. She wasn’t even sure herself. All she knew was that it wasn’t what she thought.

  She liked the plug in there. She liked the thought of him spanking her. She loved being on the back of the motorcycle flashing her panties.

  Something about the speed they traveled made it exhilarating, not embarrassing. By the time anyone saw her ass on display, they’d roared past and were in the distance.

  She found herself laughing as they raced through the streets. She felt a sense of freedom that had never been there in her life, like she was lighter than before, shackles and chains wrapped around her body for years, made of heavy iron and lead. They were being whipped off by the wind, leaving her free. It was a wonderful feeling.

  She wished she could forget her past and just be in the moment but her mind wouldn’t let her. Images of the apartment came back as they moved further into town.

  She was near her home. The street there where she would walk out to collect her father’s cigarettes. The time she got stopped by the cops and asked where she going.

  That spot where she was mugged. Her mind began to sink, the chains wrapping themselves back around her body.

  She looked up. There was the Clark Building, clock on top flashing the time in the dark. Quarter past eight.

  She’d seen the time from her bedroom. Her father. Billy. The apartment. The memories wrapped around her with the chains and by the time they stopped at the bar, she felt too heavy to move.

  “You coming?” Slater asked, looking back at her as she remained in place on the motorcycle.

  She looked up at him. “Help me,” she whispered, adding, “Daddy,” in a voice too quiet for him to hear.

  He walked back, lifting her off, carrying her in his arms, kicking open the door to the bar. She felt so safe in his arms, she didn’t want him to put her down but of course he did.

  She could have desires. He had told her so. But should she have them when she’d witnessed so much recently? When the detectives were still looking for her?

  “I know what you’re thinking,” Slater said, standing her in front of him in his office at the back of the bar. “You’re thinking about your father, aren’t you?”

  She nodded, unable to lie to him.

  “Do you miss him?”

  “I…it’s not that simple.”

  “What was he like? Your father?”

  She looked at the floor. “I can tell the truth?”

  “I insist you do.”

  She looked up at him. “He was a bastard. I hated him. He let mom die.”

  “He did what?”

  “We got mugged. This guy came at us with a knife and he just ran off, left us to it. The guy stabbed my mom and he would have stabbed me too if it wasn’t for the cops appearing at the end of the street.”

  Slater said nothing. He leaned back on his desk as Beth continued to talk, each word helping to slip the mental chains from her again.

  She’d never had anyone listen to her except Billy and once she was forced to drop out of school, she wasn’t able to talk to him often. Even then, she couldn’t tell him everything.

  With Slater it was different. She found herself talking.

  “I didn’t want him dead though. I never would have wished for that but I’m not sad that he’s gone. Is that strange?”

  Slater shrugged. “Grief takes many forms and not everyone deserves your grief.”

  “I guess. You wanted the truth and I’ll give it to you. I had a pretty shit life with him after mom died. She was the only one who kept him off my back.”

  She told him about her childhood, answering each of his questions. His face never changed but occasionally his eyes would flash anger and she’d wish she hadn’t spoken at all. But then he’d tell her to keep going and she couldn’t stop.

  She told him about how little she got to eat since it was just the two of them, how she had to sleep on a bare mattress, how she got locked in at night, and when he was pissed at her.

  She talked about wanting nothing more than to draw but she never got the chance, how all she wanted in life was to be an artist.

  He listened to it all even as she rambled from one subject to another. She stopped only because she suddenly felt exhausted. In the middle of answering one of his questions, she yawned loudly, her eyes starting to droop.

  “Sit down,” he said, pulling out a chair from the desk.

  She did, feeling the plug pushed deeper into her. Desire grew once again and this time she tried not to let guilt swallow it up. She was allowed to like this. He’d given her permission to like it.

  There was a knock on the door. Slater passed her by to answer it and as he did, his arm brushed her shoulder. Her breath caught.

  “Mouser,” Slater said as he pulled the door open. “What you got for me?”

  “The outfit she needs,” Mouser replied, walking in. He reminded Beth a little of Billy. Late teens or early twenties. Zits on his cheeks, hair slicked back, trying to look older than he was in his battered jacket. He had a plain white bag which he handed to Slater. “And your mask.”

  “Mask?” Slater asked.

  “The Daddies wear plain black suits and masks to hide their faces. Anonymity for the men, everything on display for the Littles in that place. And what you got for me?”

  Slater crossed to the desk drawer, unlocking it and bringing out the memory card. “It’s encrypted but see if you can find out what’s on there.”

  “What timeframe?”

  “Fast as you can. People are looking for it.”

  “I’ll get on it but you better get ready fast. They don’t let anyone inside The Milk Bar after nine.”

  Slater glanced at the clock on the wall. Beth looked at the memory card as Mouser pocketed it. What was on there? Would it be something that could keep her safe? Or get her killed?

  “Get back to me when you got something,” Slater said, bringing her out of her thoughts.

  “You got it, Prez,” Mouser said.

  He closed the door on the way out, leaving Slater alone with Beth.

  She looked up at him. “What now?”

  “Now you need to get into whatever is in here and fast. We’ve running out of time to get to the club.”

  “What happens if we don’t get there on time?”

  “Mouser went to a lot of trouble to get a new potential member on the guest list. I don’t rock up tonight, we’re going to have to storm the place and the bakers might disappear.”

  “Bakers?”

  “That’s what we call the people making the Cake. Cake baking. Get it?”

  “Got it.”

  He reached into the bag, pulling out the plain black mask. Setting it over his face, only his eyes were left visible. “What do you think?” he said. “Can you tell it’s me?”

  “I’d recognize those eyes anywhere,” she blurted out without thinking. “I mean, you should blend in fine.”

  “Get that dress off,” h
e said, reaching into the bag. “Time to get you ready for tonight.”

  She pulled the dress over her head, feeling exposed in just her panties and socks, especially with her awful sneakers on her feet making her feel ugly all over again.

  She had just begun to believe Slater might be telling the truth, that he did find her beautiful, but he was looking at her in disgust.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “Those sneakers,” he said. “You got any special sentimental connection to ‘em?”

  “Not really.”

  “Then I’m burning them. Get them off.”

  She kicked them off as he unfolded the outfit inside. It was a skirt and blouse but she could already tell it was too small. The skirt was almost like a belt.

  He handed it to her and she put it on, tugging it as low on her hips as she dared. It still only skimmed her thighs. The blouse was so tight her nipples were clearly visible through it and she feared sneezing in case the buttons flew off never to be seen again.

  “How does it feel to wear that?” Slater asked, slipping the black Mary Jane shoes onto her feet.

  “Erm…”

  “The truth remember.”

  “It feels slutty and hot and embarrassing and I love it and I hate it all at once. That honest enough for you?”

  “Well, I think you look hot as hell. You’ll have all the eyes in there on you and that works for me. Nobody’ll notice what I’m up to, they’ll be too busy watching you. Now you better take the plug out, try and look like an innocent Little.”

  “Like that’s even possible in this outfit,” she said, looking down at the gaping hole between the second and third button of her blouse. “What do I do about this gap?”

  “Here,” Slater said, undoing the top two buttons. “You’ve got cleavage, might as well use it.”

  “You don’t think this is too much?”

  “I think you look like the perfect slutty Little who’s going to make her Daddy hard as hell. Just try not to act out because I won’t hesitate to spank you tonight.”

  “I’ll bear that in mind. What now?”

  He glanced at the clock again. “I’ve got my cellphone. Mouser’ll be in touch when he cracks that memory card of yours.”