All Chapters of Daddies Underground MC Club: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

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Three Hundred And Eighty-Five

Flipping to the next pages it's a list of acts and such, I begin reading again.This checklist should be filled out by a sub and provided to their Dom/Top before playing with them.This will provide a guideline to identifying limits, negotiating and finding common ground for play. Dominants may wish to work through the checklist, to get a better handle on their specific interests.For each item, you need to provide two answers:For experience, write YES or NO next to each item to indicate if you have ever DONE that activity. Mark N/A if it does not apply to your gender.For willingness, indicate for each item how you feel about DOING that activity by rating it on a scale of NO or 0 to 5."?" means you don't understand what the item is attempting to describe.NO means you will NOT do that item under any circumstances (a hard limit).0 (zero) indicates you have utterly no desire to do that activity and don't like doing it (in fact, may loath it) and would ordinarily object to doing it,

Three Hundred And Eighty-Six

Blaze POVI’ve spent well over an hour in church defending Dylan, and it’s been exhausting.The first thirty minutes were purely damage control, trying to explain that he didn’t know about his father’s plan to let me rot in that warehouse.Slowly, they started to come around. But then I told them everything else Dylan had confessed. How his father kept him hidden for years just to use him as a spy. How he was sent into other clubs to gather information.He swore he never did it with us. That part caused the biggest explosion.Accusations flew around the table. Trust was thrown out the window. When I mentioned Declan’s bigger plan, to eventually take over the biker clubs entirely, shit completely blew up. Voices rose, fists slammed on the table, dirty looks were thrown my way like I was the one who invited the enemy in.“You shouldn’t have fucking accepted him,” Glitch snaps, glaring across the table.More voices join in, piling on. I slam my hand down hard enough to make the table rat

Three Hundred And Eighty-Seven

Blaze POVI tense up beside him. I didn’t fucking know that. He never told me that part.“Wait, if Grim was all up for fucking you, why the fuck would he have punched you?” Knox tilts his head, and I realize Dylan lied about that too.“H-h-he didn’t. It was my father,” Dylan admits, voice shaking. “He wanted to know what you knew about the club. Said even rival biker clubs know things.”Ghost scoffs. “You fucking used us? Lied about Grim hitting you to get what? What did you get from us, Dylan?”“F-f-found out about the weapons. My father didn’t know what was coming in.”“So you used us,” Glitch slams his hand on the table. “You planned to keep fucking using us?”“Don’t,” I warn, glaring around the table. His stutter is getting worse by the second.“L-l-l-ook, I thought I was taking over soon,” Dylan pushes on, clearly struggling. “I t-t-thought I could use that to keep this club out of his plan. M-m-my dad might have fucking agreed to step back from this club for Siren.”“We’re conne

Three Hundred And Eighty-Eight

Dylan POVI’ve spoken to Echo for a long time. I promised him over and over that I meant no harm to the club. I told him more about my father than I’ve told almost anyone. By the time I finally walk back into the main room, I feel drained.Blaze is over in one of the booths, drinking heavily with Theo and the others. He looks completely wasted already. I want to go over to him, but something stops me. Instead, I scan the room for Siren and head toward the bar.Giggles slides a drink my way without me even asking. I stare at it, then at him.“You’re gonna need it. Trust me.”What? Why? I take the glass anyway and turn, still looking for Siren, but she’s nowhere in sight. I really want Siren right now.“Hey.”I turn around. Some guy is standing there, tall, built, covered in tattoos. “Marcus,” he says, holding out his hand.“Dylan,” I reply quietly, unsure who the hell he is. He’s definitely not a patched member.“Oh, I already know who you are,” he says with a grin. “The guy who took B

Three Hundred And Eighty-Nine

Blaze POVI wake up with the worst headache I’ve ever had in my entire fucking life. It feels like my head got slammed into a wall and then run over by a truck. The sun is burning straight through my eyelids before I even open them.“Close the curtains, baby,” I mutter, reaching across the bed for Dylan.The spot beside me is empty.I crack my eyes open and see him sitting in a chair across the room, staring at me. The second I open my mouth to ask what’s wrong, everything from last night floods back.“Fuck.” I groan, dragging a hand down my face.“Yeah. Fuck. Now you’re awake, I’m gone.”“What? No. Wait.” I try to stand up too fast and immediately sway, falling back onto the bed like an idiot.He sighs and looks at me. “Why me?”“I’m not understanding what you mean.”“I mean exactly that,” he says, voice tight. “This club was full of guys you’ve fucked. A lot of them. I’m not like a single fucking one of them.”I stare at him for a long moment. “Come here.”“No, Blaze.”“Get here. No

Three Hundred And Ninety

Blaze POVI fucking love how his cock looks against mine, significantly smaller, but that contrast just does something to me. It makes me want to fuck him harder, want to watch him come undone while I’m buried deep inside him.Moving, I let my fingers slide out of him before taking my cock from his hand and pressing it against his hole. He moans loudly, grinding against me desperately. I push forward, the thick head of my cock stretching him open as it slides inside.Grabbing the lube again, I drip more along his cock. “Keep stroking, baby.”His body shudders, but he obeys, his hand moving over himself in shaky strokes. I push deeper into him, giving him a moment to adjust before I thrust deep and hard. My pace quickly speeds up, hips snapping forward as I grip his hips and lift him just right, making sure I hit his prostate with every single thrust.The sounds he makes are fucking perfect, broken whimpers and moans that go straight to my cock. I don’t want to stop. I want to keep fuc

Three Hundred And Ninety-One

Dylan POVI wobble slightly on the bike but I’m determined as hell to get this right. A whole month of trying to ride and Blaze still hasn’t let me leave the fucking grounds. Not once.Which is exactly why I’m using now as my chance. The giant man beast has left to handle some club shit, and for the last few hours I’ve been pacing back and forth like a maniac debating whether I should actually do this.He’s going to punish me later. That thought only makes me want to do it more.I’ve got two options. Blaze gave me one of his bikes, but it’s a massive beast just like him and it honestly terrifies the fuck out of me. So he bought me a smaller one. Still big as shit, but less likely to murder me.“You’re so going to be hurting later,” Siren calls out from the side, grinning like she’s enjoying this way too much.I ignore her and pull my helmet on. He can’t complain if I’m wearing the damn thing.I start the bike, heart hammering, and slowly ride toward the gate. I’m actually fucking doin

Three Hundred And Ninety-Two

Blaze POVWe get back to the clubhouse and I wave off Echo when he tries to get my attention. I don’t have time for that right now. I drag Dylan straight through to my room and slam the door behind us.I immediately start pulling at his clothes, needing to check every inch of him.He grumbles and swats at my hands. “What are you doing?”“Checking you. Now fucking strip.”“Are you serious? I’m fine.”“Strip, Dylan. Now!”He rolls his eyes but finally gives in, stripping down and turning with a mocking little spin. “There. See? All fine. Now can I please get dressed?”“Don’t be a brat,” I mutter, rubbing my face. The adrenaline is still coursing through me. “You could have fucking died.” I take a deep breath. “Get dressed. But this isn’t over.”“Let me guess, I won’t be able to sit for a week?” he taunts.I move fast, pinning him against the wall. “How about a fucking month if you keep being a brat? You could have died!”The image of him flying off that bike flashes through my mind agai

Three Hundred And Ninety-Five

Dylan POVI’m done with being treated like something weak and useless.That’s why I left the second Blaze pushed me out of church. I climbed onto the bigger bike, the one that still scares the shit out of me, and shoved down the anxiety clawing at my throat. I’m unsteady on it, my hands shaking on the grips, but I have to do this.I can’t let this war happen. Not when it’s because of me. Not when people who don’t deserve it will get hurt.As I pull up to the estate gates, the bike wobbles badly. I struggle to keep it upright, heart pounding. The gates open slowly and I ride in, parking right in front of the main house. I kill the engine, pull off my helmet, and walk up the stairs.My father is already standing there, watching me with cold eyes.“You’re not welcome here.”“Yeah, I know.” I look around the familiar grounds. “I was wrong, okay. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I was wrong.”“Do you think I believe that?”“No. I don’t expect you to.”“Then why bother?”“Because I g-g

Three Hundred And Ninety-Six

Dylan POVMy eyes flick around desperately, looking for anything I can use. I hear my father’s deep sigh, and Lucas steps forward holding a bat. I don’t even think, I swing and hit her.She cries out, blood running from her lip. Guilt crashes into me like a wave. “There. I’m doing it. So back the fuck off,” I snap.“But you stopped again,” my father snarls, stepping closer.“B-because you want a message! How is h-hitting her quickly for five minutes a message? A five-minute beat down and it’s over? Spread it out,” I snap, hoping he buys it.“Don’t be so foolish,” Lucas snarls.“N-not foolish!” I glare at him and turn back to my father. “Y-you told me that anything done quick is a sign of weakness. Of rushed work. That it w-won’t get a reaction. H-hours of torture spaced out is louder.”He hums thoughtfully. “I was being nice, Dylan. Five minutes of hurting her, drop her off. But if you want to space it out for hours… so be it.” He laughs and leans into Red’s face. “Such a beautiful fa

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