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

  Beth

  One year later…

  The house was silent, a rare occurrence since Eleanor had been born. Beth looked around her at the life she was leading and smiled. It was so different from how she’d felt when she was living in the apartment with her father.

  Now she was in a house with her Daddy and she was happier than she thought any human had a right to be.

  Eleanor was proving popular with the entire club. When she’d asked for someone to look after the six-month-old, there had been no shortage of volunteers.

  In the end, Dooley had taken her to his place so Leanne could see her. That left Beth with a few free hours before Slater was due back.

  He’d been on the track of Jeremy Norman a week and had called her that morning to say he was finally coming back. She had missed him with a pain that cut deep into her.

  It wasn’t because of Eleanor. She had the club to help with looking after her. It was because she missed her Daddy.

  She listened out for the sound of his motorcycle, able to detect the sound of his over all the others that came and went from the nearby compound.

  She tried to distract herself in the playroom for a while, doing some more work on the family portrait. It was coming together.

  The three of them standing together on their wedding day by Lake Slade. Eleanor was a month old. Slater was actually smiling.

  It was a great photo. He had a copy in his wallet and she kept hers in the playroom. Looking up at it always made her smile.

  He arrived a little after seven in the evening. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said as she emerged on the doorstep. “How you doing?”

  “Missed you!” she said, running down and jumping into his arms, kissing his neck as he laughed.

  “Not getting bored of me yet, then?”

  “How could you say that, Daddy.”

  “Where’s Eleanor? She in bed already?”

  “She’s spending the night at Dooley’s.”

  “Oh, really, and why’s that?”

  “Because I’ve got something to show you.”

  He frowned. “And what might that be?”

  She climbed down from his arms, walking into the house ahead of him. She stopped in the hall, lifting the back of her dress to flash him. “This,” she said.

  “You naughty girl,” he growled as she glanced back over her shoulder. “Did I give you permission to put that in?”

  “No, Daddy, but I wanted you in there and you weren’t here so I had to make do with this.” She bent over, showing him the sparkling base of the plug sticking out of her ass. “You like?”

  “I like it when you obey the rules.”

  “I obeyed all the other rules. I kept the house tidy. I kept the playroom tidy. I even ate properly.”

  He gave her a look.

  “Okay, mostly ate properly. Please, don’t be angry with me, Daddy.”

  He walked into the lounge, beckoning for her to join him. “Get in position,” he said.

  She grinned to herself, lowering onto all fours on the rug by the fire, bracing herself for what she knew was coming.

  He stood behind her, his shadow falling over her. “Say sorry for using the plug without permission,” he said.

  “Sorry, Daddy.”

  His hand smacked down on her ass a second later. She gasped at the sting. So many spankings from him and each one as sharp as the first.

  She never got used to the sensation and she hoped she never would. He spanked her again and she shifted in place, the plug weighing heavy inside her, making its presence felt.

  “I’ve missed you,” he said, spanking her again. “And that cute little ass of yours.”

  “All for you,” she replied.

  His hand shifted lower, smacking harder. Several blows followed and by the time he was done, she could hardly breathe. He helped her upright and she stood on shaky legs, glad of his arm guiding her to the couch.

  She sank onto it, smiling up at him as he felt her calves, his hands warm and rough, his breath steady. “Glad you married me?” he asked, kissing her ankle a second later.

  “Of course,” she replied. “You having any regrets?”

  “Only that I didn’t do it sooner.” His kisses moved up her legs. She closed her eyes as he began to taste her wetness. His tongue knew exactly what to do, expertly lapping around her clit and bringing her to the heights of ecstasy in no time at all.

  He kept her on the brink, not letting her tip over, leaving her begging for permission to come as he stood up and undressed. There was a dark bruise on his chest. “What happened?” she asked.

  “Tell you later,” he replied, shoving his pants down. “Bend over.”

  She turned onto her front, leaning over the couch, pushing her ass back toward him. He slid his fingers over her clit, bringing her back to the edge again. He slid his cock into her, stretching her insides, plunging deep into her pussy.

  Then while she groaned in place, he pulled the plug from her ass, replacing it with his lubed up shaft, easing deep into her tighter hole, filling her so much more than the plug.

  “Come in me,” she muttered as her own orgasm approached once again. “Please, come in me, Daddy.”

  He thrust all the way into her, his hand leaning down to her clit, finally allowing her to reach the orgasm she’d been denied the entire time he was away.

  It rocked through her whole body, her mouth open wide, her limbs shaking. All the while his shaft twitched inside her, filling her ass with his cum.

  “I love you,” she was able to whisper a moment later. “So much.”

  “I love you too,” he replied as he slid from her, sinking onto the couch with a satisfied smile on his face.

  Later they sat together on the step, looking out at the trees across the road, the moon hidden behind slow-moving clouds, a gray glow covering the landscape.

  “So, what happened?” she asked, running a hand down his chest.

  “I found the mayor,” he replied.

  “Ex-mayor.”

  “Running for office again.”

  “You’re not serious.”

  “He’s told them all it was a set up by his rivals, that he had nothing to do with the Cake making. Got himself settled in a town with no Devil’s Warriors’ chapter to keep an eye on him.”

  “So what are you going to do?”

  “Send someone that way to set things up so we’re one step ahead of him if he tries anything.”

  “And if he does?”

  “No police this time. We’ll deal with him ourselves.”

  “Is that how you got the bruise?”

  “That? Oh, that storm the other night caused that.”

  “What? How?”

  “Tree fell in front of me. Managed to brake but bumped into one of the branches. I got lucky. Another couple of seconds and I’d have been skewered to it.”

  “Don’t talk like that. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

  “Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’ve got a family to take care of now.”

  “You’ve already taken care of me.”

  “What if I want to again?”

  “Then I guess we better head inside.”

  They got to their feet, walking into the house, the door closing behind them. The lights in the house went out one by one. Beth didn’t need the light to feel safe anymore. She had her Daddy.

  About the Author

  Daisy March writes romantic novels about the DDLG lifestyle, including the bestselling Motorcycle Daddy’s Little. She lives in a crumbling farmhouse in Yorkshire with her loyal dog. When she’s not writing, Daisy enjoys cross stitching, cookie dough ice cream, and reading.

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  F.A.Q about DDLG

  WHAT DOES DDLG STAND FOR?

  DDLG = Daddy Dom Little Girl. DDLG is a form of consenting relationship involving a dominant partner (Daddy) who nurtures and caregives a submissive partner (Little).

  The submissive partner chooses when to regress to a younger/simpler state of mind while giving up control of parts of their life to their partner. DDLG relationships are also referred to as age play or ageplay.

  IS DDLG DIFFERENT FROM ABDL?

  ABDL = Adult baby diaper lover. In a DDLG relationship, the Little can “play” any age they like. In ABDL relationships, the Little regresses to the age of an infant, being dressed in diapers, using pacifiers, being fed milk from a bottle, rocked to sleep etc.

  WHAT IS LITTLE SPACE?

  Little space is the mindset of the person whilst they explore a more youthful or simplified time of life. It can happen naturally or be triggered by external stressors. Picture a stressed business owner sucking their thumb whilst home alone at night. Little space is a way of leaving adult problems behind for a while.

  A dominant partner could punish a submissive partner for entering little space at an inappropriate time. An example of this would be if the submissive partner gets overexcited upon seeing an ice cream truck, enters little space, runs across a busy road without looking, almost getting run over.

  IS DDLG A KINK?

  Although elements of age play are non-sexual, consenting partners may choose to introduce other kinks such as spankings, bondage, or orgasm denial as forms of punishment or reward.

  The submissive partner may be expected to obey their dominant partner’s demands within the safe limits of a negotiated DDLG relationship.

  Advance conversations about soft and hard limits and boundaries should be had before and during a relationship of this sort. A safe word which if said brings any activity to an end immediately without repercussions is vital to ensure the safety and comfort of both participants.

  WHAT HAPPENS IN A DDLG RELATIONSHIP?

  DDLG relationships can exist solely in the bedroom or can expand into the daily lives of the participants. They can be sexual or non-sexual or a mixture of both. Non-sexual age play is most often used to reduce stress or deal with childhood trauma (regressing).

  Non-sexual elements include setting out rules for the submissive partner such as when bedtime is, no cursing, using manners, limiting snacks, providing chores. The dominant partner may assist with toilet visits, showering, brushing teeth etc or simply supervise playful activities such as interacting with toys or coloring in pictures.

  Punishments may be given by the dominant partner, again these can be sexual or non-sexual. From taking away toys to wearing a buttplug in a public place.

  Rewards may also be sexual or non-sexual. From visiting toy stores to providing a new outfit from the submissive’s ‘wish list.’

  The Little may call their caregiver “Daddy,” and speak to them using simplified language or behave in a bratty way by misbehaving and refusing to obey agreed upon rules.

  DDLG relationships involve giving up some degree of control to allow the dominant partner to take care of the submissive, making decisions for them and playing with them. There are no specific rules but the most important thing to remember if you are considering this lifestyle is consent and negotiation between you and your partner. No partner should ever feel forced into this lifestyle against their will.

  CAN I EXPLORE A DDLG RELATIONSHIP IF I’M SINGLE (OR MY PARTNER ISN’T INTERESTED)?

  A single person wishing to explore this kink could, for example, purchase little clothes, enjoy fun movies, have a stuffie collection or indulge in reading the latest Daisy March DDLG romantic novel! If your partner has no interest, you can still enjoy elements of the lifestyle without it impacting negatively on your relationship with your partner. You can go into little space whilst you are reading, or whenever you like, to leave the stresses of adulthood behind.

  First Published 2020 by Daisy March Books

  Copyright © Daisy March 2020

  Cover design by Daisy March

  The right of Daisy March to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs, and Patents Act 1988

  You may not copy, store, distribute or reproduce this work in any form by any means with prior written permission from the author. This publication is entirely the product of the author’s imagination. Names, characters, events, and situations are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, locations, or events are purely coincidental.