Page 8 of Tough Biker Daddy

The next few days felt a bit strange, but I worked through them as best I could. It didn't take me long to realize that Chase was afraid that I would leave, now that I was debt free. Despite his constant fears and worries, I actually decided that I would stay and continue to work with him, even if I didn't make any money from it. Considering the fact that he had protected me from the leader of the King's Knights, I felt as if I owed it to him to help him keep his business going. However, it wasn't the only reason I had for staying. Truth be told, I did have feelings for him that I hadn’t even realized myself.

Chase seemed to be doing everything in his power to make me want to stay, which was both romantic and kind of him. Every day, I came to the office and found a new gift of some kind on my desk, along with a little note thanking me for helping him out. By the fifth day, I decided to just give in and tell him that I was going to stay.

"Hey, Chase?" I asked as I knocked on his door. He looked up from his paperwork and smiled at me.

"What's up?" he asked. "Is someone waiting for me?" I shook my head as I closed the office door behind me and approached his desk.

"No," I reassured him. "I just wanted to talk to you about something that had been bothering me is all." He frowned as he leaned back in his chair, stretching to expose every inch of his rock hard body.

"What would that be?" he asked, his voice low and husky, causing a wetness to spread between my legs.

Why was it impossible to talk to him at this point? I never had an issue telling him what was on my mind, but the more I watched him posing like a perfectly carved statue, the more I found it difficult to speak. It was as if he had he under a magic spell that I was helpless to fight against. All I had wanted to do was tell him I wanted to stay and continue working, yet he was taking my breath away and making it impossible to speak. I gulped for air as I spoke.

"I just wanted you to know that I know what you're doing and let you know that you have nothing to fear," I finally managed after what felt like an eternity. My entire body was buzzing in anticipation as my eyes lingered in the finer points of his physique. "I have given it a lot of thought, and I want to stay and keep working here with you."

A coy smile played at the corners of his mouth as he raised an eyebrow at me, either blissfully ignorant of the effect he had on me or allowing me to play into his hands.

"Is that right?" he asked as he rose to his feet. He started towards me, closing the seemingly eternal gap between us. "What made you make up your mind?"

Breathless, I held my head high, hoping to maintain some dignity.

"Well, first of all, I do hold you in the highest respect," I remarked as he drew closer, only inches away from me. "Second, I have come to enjoy the work I do for you and I want to continue." His hot breath grazed my face, causing me to go red in embarrassment at my own arousal, which grew like the wetness in my panties. If he had been ignorant to his effect on me before, I had plenty of reason to believe that he was no longer ignorant now.

"I'll consider your offer," he agreed, his voice full of lust and passion. "After all, the job will require a lot of long hours together. Long hours and plenty of other seeming pointless tasks that will help me get through the day. I was taking it easy on you, because you were paying off your debt, but, if you stay, the real work will begin."

Tiny pinpricks danced up and down my gooseflesh as I felt my body burn from his promises.

"I'm a fast learner," I promised as I straightened the collar of his shirt. "As long as I have the right teacher, that is."

He smirked and took hold of me by the shoulders, his hot breath panting onto me as he spoke.

"Let's do a bit of training then," he suggested. "Make sure you're up for the task." Before I could say a word, his lips crashed into mine. They were warm and wet, and they molded to mine perfectly while he held me against the wall, pinning me in place. Stuck between his rock hard body and the hard wall, I couldn't do anything but give in to the desire that was consuming me like fire.

As much as I had resisted, I wanted him, and it was perfectly clear he wanted me. His hands cupped my round bottom, squeezing me before lifting me into the air, spreading my legs as he held me up against the wall. I moaned in delight as I felt his desperate and needy touch, craving more as he pressed against me. As if sensing my need, he pulled me away from the wall and carried me over to the desk, ignoring all the papers that already occupied the surface.

Papers scattered everywhere as he laid me down on the top, putting me at the same level as his erection, which poked and prodded me as he held me. As soon as my body touched the cold desk, he took a step back and started to remove my pants, exposing my soaking wet sex. Seeing the pinkness of my sex, he smiled and started to unbuckle his pants.

"Damn," he breathed as he stared down at me. "You're ready for me and everything." I rested my hands by my head as I watched his pants drop to the floor.

"I've been ready for a long time," I informed him. "I've just been waiting on you." He smiled as he took his cock and rubbed it on the outside of my sex.

"Beg for me," he demanded, and I frowned.

"Why would I beg?" I asked. Annoyed, he shook his head while he teased me by partially entering my body.

"Don't ask questions," he snapped, the lust seeming to drive us both crazy. "Just beg." Feeling the head of his cock hovering just outside my body, I whimpered.

"Please, let me have you," I begged, giving in to his demands. "Please, Daddy." A smile spread across his face.

"As you wish, Little One," he agreed before entering my body with a quick thrust.

The next several minutes was nothing but pure bliss as he took me there on the desk, scattering papers everywhere as he pounded away at me, claiming me with his hard cock. My body stretched and opened up, accepting him and his every movement. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as my sex buzzed with his motion. At first, I was afraid I would rip into two pieces, but, as he guided my legs this way and that, the fear disappeared and the pleasure grew, threatening to melt my body into a pool of pleasure.

His primal grunts echoed through the room, and I knew that, at any second, he would cum, and my body would accept his seed. I wanted it more than anything else. I craved the pleasure of knowing my body would take in his seed. He pleasured himself as he worked in and out of me, and I wondered when the sweet relief would come to us both, unleashing the seed. With a final thrust, he reached as deep into my body as he could and groaned, dumping a mass of stickiness into my body. As he did, my body twitched around him, and the tension in my belly exploded, releasing its own wave of pleasure. He stood there for a moment before pulling out.

"You were right," he said with a gentle smile. "You are a fast learner."

CHAPTER TEN