Motorcycle Daddy's Captive: An Age Play DDLG Motorcycle Club Romance Page 13

It was so clear to her. She burst outside and ran across the street without stopping. She had no idea where she was going, just that she needed to get away from the pain of what she’d just seen.

  18

  Slater

  Slater pushed Cassandra away from him. “What the hell did you do that for?”

  “Come on,” she said, still pouting. “I saw the signals you were giving me at The Milk Bar. Why hide it?”

  “Listen,” he said in a firm voice. “Nothing is going on between us. Whatever you think there is, there isn’t. I’ve turned you down before and I am turning you down now. I do not want you.”

  “But why not?”

  “Because I have a Little that I love and it’s not you.”

  When she turned up at the bar, Slater had thought it was Beth coming into the office. It was only when he looked up from the computer that he saw Cassandra standing there.

  He’d asked her what she wanted and she gave him a well-rehearsed sob story about needing his help. “I had no idea Montague was a crook,” she said, tears running down her cheeks. “I saw that woman all tied up and his guards just told me to get lost and I was afraid, Slater.”

  He’d waited for her to finish before she got to the point he’d been expecting, asking him for money. He’d given her a hundred and thought that was it but all of a sudden she was kissing him.

  He should have seen it coming but he managed to push her away before she thought she had a chance with him.

  “Get out of here,” he said. “And don’t come back.”

  “You’re a cheap bastard,” she spat, her face turning cold. “Just like all the rest.”

  “Go.”

  As she walked out, Dooley stuck his head around the door. “Hey, Prez, Beth just ran out crying.”

  “What? When?”

  “Just now.”

  “Which way did she go?”

  He could guess what happened. With a sense of timing designed to screw things up for him, the universe had brought her to the bar just as Cassandra was trying it on.

  As if he could be interested in someone like her. She was only interested in what she could get out of people, not what she could do for people, in stark contrast to Beth.

  Beth was only interested in helping others. Despite everything that had happened to her in her life, she still cared.

  She cared about Leanne and she cared about him. She was a good person and he was on the verge of ruining things. He needed to find her and explain the truth about what had happened.

  Whatever she thought she saw, the truth was he loved her, not Cassandra. The question was, would she believe him?

  He looked everywhere he could think of within a couple of blocks but she was nowhere to be seen. He tried asking people on the street but no one had seen her.

  After a couple of hours of fruitless searching, he got the address for her apartment from Mouser and went there. The block was rundown and the walls inside were covered in graffiti. Up on her floor, he could tell straight away which place was hers.

  There was still a bloodstain on the wall outside and the door was hanging open. Inside the place had been trashed. Someone had come and ransacked the entire place. Had they been looking for the memory card? Or just mindless vandalism because the police hadn’t secured it?

  Either way it was a mess. He walked into what had clearly been her room. Boxes were tossed everywhere. Her bare mattress had been ripped open, stuffing pulled out, blowing across the floor with each step he took.

  It wasn’t the bedroom of someone who was loved, he could tell that much without needing any effort. The only sign of her was a poster on the wall for Lake Slade, the beauty spot just outside of town.

  More blood in the hall. A kitchen where even the sink had been wrenched out. The water had gushed everywhere until someone had turned it off, the floor soaked, the lino wrinkled and squelching underfoot.

  He looked in the other bedroom. This one was a mess too but nowhere near as bad as hers. So this had been her life, he thought as he peered into the lounge. “Beth,” he said out loud. “You in here?”

  No answer. He was out of ideas.

  He headed back outside, climbing onto his motorcycle and riding home. He’d come up with a plan and then head out again, get the entire club out looking for her if he had to. She couldn’t have vanished. She had to be somewhere.

  She was somewhere.

  She was sitting on his doorstep when he got home. “Hi,” she said as he turned off the hog’s engine. “Miss me?”

  “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he said.

  “You didn’t try home?”

  “I tried your home.”

  “That’s not my home. Not anymore.”

  “You mean, you still want to stay here?”

  “Of course I do. You’re my Daddy. If you want, I mean.”

  He walked up to her, holding out a hand to help her to her feet. “Of course I want that but I think we need to talk.”

  “Yeah,” she replied as they walked into the house. “I guess we do. I mean I saw you kissing that woman and at first I was furious and so upset, like you couldn’t believe.

  “But then I realized if I was that upset it was because I loved you and if I love you, I should listen to you. I know you, Slater, and I know there must be an explanation, right?”

  “She turned up asking for money, said me burning down the club had taken away her income. She worked the Daddies, running a sugar baby racket. I gave her a hundred and told her to beat it and then she kissed me, thought she could turn my head just like that.”

  “I knew she had a thing for you when I saw the way she was talking to you in the club.”

  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

  “Too busy being drugged by Montague Norman, I guess.”

  “I’m sorry, Beth. I should have seen it coming but I had no idea she’d pull something like that.”

  “So, just to be clear, you don’t want her, right?”

  “Right.”

  “Why not? She’s taller than me, prettier than me, more confident than me.”

  He took her hands in his. “I want you because you are perfect. You were sent my way for a reason and I think I know what that is.”

  “For you to save me?”

  “For you to save me. You’ve saved me, Beth. You’ve given me a reason to want to wake up each morning. You’ve helped me get Cake out of this town for good. You’ve brought down a major crime racket. Billy would’ve been so proud of you.”

  “And how do you feel about me?”

  “I love you, Beth, no one else. I want you.”

  “I love you too, Slater, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have run. I should have let you explain.”

  “It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re here now and wearing far too many clothes.”

  “Oh, am I?”

  “I can’t put you in the bath dressed in all that, can I?”

  “Is it bath time already?”

  “I think so. Don’t you?” He led her through to the bathroom, undressing her slowly, kissing her scars as they came into view, the tub slowly filling up behind her.

  Once it was ready, he lifted her in, laying her down in the steamy water, watching as her eyes closed.

  He washed her hair gently, feeling so grateful that she was in his life. Without her, where would he be? Still trying to get into the club? Dead after failing to get inside?

  He didn’t know the answer. All he knew was she was there and that was all that mattered.

  After he’d finished washing her hair, he helped her out, wrapping her in a towel and then carrying her through to the bedroom.

  He say drying her hair, thinking how different things were to the first time he’d done that. The club was gone. Montague was gone. Cake was gone. She was safe.

  The detectives were under arrest. The only person left to deal with was the mayor and once the story came out, he had no doubt someone else would be knocking on the Jeremy Norman’s door. />
  He didn’t need to anything else except make Beth as happy as she made him. They had time now. Time to grieve. Billy’s funeral was coming up. Time to heal, for both of them. Maybe just enough time for a family of their own. What would she think about that?

  “You know that coil of yours,” he said as he ran the brush through her hair.

  “I was thinking about that too. How would you feel if I maybe had it taken out sometime?”

  “That’s exactly what I was going to suggest.”

  “My father insisted on it, despite telling me to stay away from boys. He was petrified the moment his back was turned I’d go into the middle of some orgy somewhere and end up pregnant. I remember him taking me to the surgery to get it put in, muttering the whole time about how women couldn’t be trusted.”

  “He can’t make you do anything anymore.”

  “I know. My Daddy can though, can’t he?”

  “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

  “Unless I’m bad,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him.

  “Right.”

  “Well, I’ve been bad, Daddy.”

  He sat up straight behind her. “Oh, really?”

  “I ran away from you and nearly got run over. I didn’t let you explain what was happening with that woman. That was bad, wasn’t it?” She stood up, lifting the back of her towel, bending forward, her ass peeking out at him.

  “You sure you can handle a spanking,” he said, running a hand along the faint lines where the cane had struck her.

  “I can handle anything when I’ve got you.”

  He marveled at her. Everything she’d been through and she was still the perfect Little. He stayed where he was, beckoning her back to him.

  “Onto my lap,” he said. “It’s time for your punishment.”

  “Oh, really?”

  He nodded.

  She clambered onto the bed, positioning herself over his thighs, her ass pointing up at him from the edge of the towel. He raised a hand, bringing it down with a satisfying smack.

  She kicked her legs, letting out a shriek.

  “You bad girl,” he said, spanking her a second time. “You must never run away from your Daddy again.”

  “I won’t. I promise.”

  His hand came down a third time, lingering in place, sliding over her burning hot skin. She moaned lightly, spreading her legs apart.

  He wanted to keep spanking her but his hand found its own way to her pussy, stroking her lightly. “You’re getting wet,” he said in a growl. “This is supposed to be punishment, not pleasure.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said in an innocent voice, blinking up at him. “I can’t help it, Daddy.”

  He stroked her clit softly. “You naughty girl. Can’t help getting turned on by your Daddy, can you?”

  “I don’t mean to. It just happens.”

  He spanked her again. She squirmed in place, his cock brushing her hips as she moved. He couldn’t resist her any longer.

  Grabbing hold of her, he lifted her into his arms, throwing her onto the bed, ripping off his clothes a second later. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she said, moving onto all fours, spreading her cheeks apart, showing him every single hidden inch of her. “Please, fuck me.”

  “No cursing from my Little,” he replied, swatting her ass before climbing onto the bed. He kneeled behind her, stroking his shaft, watching her closely. “I might have to fuck that tight little ass of yours,” he said, stroking the hole with his finger a second later. “Would you like that?”

  “Yes, please, Daddy.”

  “Want my cock in your ass, sweetheart?”

  “More than anything.”

  He reached across to the bedside drawer, pulling out the jar of lube. Placing a generous portion on her buttocks, he spread it around slowly, taking his time, teasing her by dipping a finger just inside her ass.

  She moaned in response, rocking back against him.

  “Please,” she begged. “Please, fuck me.”

  19

  Beth

  All of a sudden it made sense. This was who she was. Whether it was who she’d always been or the woman she had become no longer seemed to matter.

  All that mattered was she was here with her Daddy and he was about to do things to her that would make her scream with pleasure. She knew that even with him standing behind her, not touching her at all, leaving her waiting. She knew he was watching her.

  She spread her legs further, reaching for her pussy, stroking it with a finger. “Please,” she muttered, shaking in place, needing his touch more than anything in the world. “Please, Daddy.”

  He ran a hand up her back, finding her shoulders, massaging them firmly as his cock rested against the valley of her ass, sliding slowly back and forth.

  She wanted him in there. She wanted to know what it would be like to be fucked there. Would it feel like the plug? Better? Worse? She had no idea but she also had no fear. She was with her Daddy and he made everything all right.

  He slid his cock toward her pussy, reaching down to kiss her shoulder blades. His breath was loud in her ear, making her tingle as much as his touch. He pushed the tip of himself into her pussy. “You like that?” he asked, sliding back out.

  “More,” she begged. “Please, I need more.”

  She wasn’t even sure if the words were coming from her. Who was this confident woman on all fours, completely naked?

  He slid into her again, deeper this time, rocking back and forth in place, his hands gripping her hips, preventing her from moving. She moaned into the pillow under her, closing her eyes, losing herself to the sensation of him inside her.

  He slid out all too soon but not for long. She felt something slippery being applied to her ass, spreading over her buttocks and down her thighs.

  His finger applied more to her tightest hole, dipping into it, making her body cry out for more. Her clit throbbed and she had to stroke it, teasing herself as she felt the head of his cock by her ass. Would it even fit in there?

  “You going to be a good girl for your Daddy?” he asked, stroking around her hole in tiny circles.

  “Always,” she said.

  “Make yourself come. Do it for me. Tell me when you’re close.”

  He continued to circle her ass with the lubed tip of his cock as she stroked her clit ever more frantically. Knowing he was watching made things hotter than she thought possible.

  His eyes were on her, she could feel them as she got closer. “I’m going to come,” she said as her body began to tense up.

  “Stop,” he said. “Don’t come until I give you permission.”

  “Please,” she whined, her clit begging to be pushed over the edge. She slowed the movements of her hand but couldn’t stop entirely. She was too close. “Please, let me come.”

  “Not yet,” he said, nudging his cock toward her hole. He thrust and she winced, thinking he could never fit in there. More lube appeared from nowhere and then he was sliding inside, spreading her wide. She gasped, the stretching so different to the plug.

  “Come for me,” he said, sliding deeper into her ass. She stroked her clit faster than ever, reaching a climax a second later, knowing it was him that had tipped her past the point of no return. He was in her ass.

  She felt dirty, she felt naughty, she felt like she was doing something forbidden and the sensation was wonderful. He was in her ass. He was thrusting in and out of there and she could tell he was close already.

  “So tight,” he said. “I’m going to come in your ass.”

  “Do it,” she moaned into the pillow, her own orgasm still washing over her. “Give it to me. He started thrusting faster. Her head slammed into the pillow, her tits shaking as he rammed himself all the way into her ass, groaning out loud.

  A second later it happened. She felt the shaft jerking deep inside her and then a spurt of heat as he filled her completely. He’d done it. She couldn’t believe it had happened. She had made him come in there. Her body. Her.
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br />   “You’re mine now,” he said. “Mine for life, little Beth. You know that, right?”

  “I’m yours,” she managed to say as he slid out of her.

  They lay in each other’s arms, blankets draped over them. Beth ached from where he’d been but in a good way. He was quiet behind her, stroking her neck. “We should have a family,” he said out of nowhere. “Don’t you think?”

  She shifted in place so she could look him in the eye. “You really think so?”

  “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than bring up children with you. You’ll make a great mother.”

  “I doubt it. I can hardly look after myself.”

  “You’ve done an all right job so far.”

  “Only because I had your help.”

  “And you’ll still have my help.”

  Beth closed her eyes, sighing happily to herself. How had she gotten this lucky?

  She slept well, not waking until long after Slater was up. She found him making food in the kitchen. She walked out wearing his leather jacket and nothing else, kissing him on the cheek.

  “Afternoon, sleepyhead,” he said, placing a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her. “Get that down you.”

  “What are we doing?” she asked.

  “Well, you’ve got Billy’s funeral tomorrow.”

  “I know. I’ll be thinking about it all day.”

  “Maybe I can distract you. How about a trip out to Lake Slade?”

  She nearly choked on the bacon in her mouth. “What? Really?”

  “You want to go?”

  “I’ve wanted to go there since I was about five.”

  “Good to know. When do you want to set off?”

  “Right now.”

  “You might want to wear more than a leather jacket. Gets cold by the lake in winter.”

  They spent the day by the lake. Beth couldn’t believe it. The place she’d only seen in that textbook in school and on the one poster she somehow got away with keeping on her wall, the place her mother had promised her they’d visit one day. They were actually there.

  It was only an hour out of town. The ride there had been beautiful, the roads surrounded by tall trees on either side.