Abusive Daddy Novels & Stories

I scrambled off the floor, readying myself for a fight just as his hands connected with my chest again. Barreling me back into the garage door. “No! Clint!” I grunted as my back slammed into the doorknob. “Fuck.” Dad chuckled. “You want to play tough guy, not a problem. Because by the time I’m done with you, you’ll know why I’m the father and you’re the son.” I snarled. “In your fucking dreams, you psychotic abusive fuck.”

She begged desperately. In his entire years, Harry had never seen someone wiling to sacrifice so much for another, like Debby was willing to do for her father. “I will have you know that Broderick Alessandro, your father is the one who killed my parents and siblings and not you. I have no reason to punish you for what you didn’t do” Debby shook her head aggressively, disagreeing with Harry’s statement.

he cried out, throwing his head back. "Daddy!!" I cried out, squirming underneath him. He was merciless, demanding his next orgasm with his brutal thrusts. I was screaming so loud that I covered my mouth. Daddy lets out a disapproving growl, yanking my hand off my mouth. He grabbed my other hand, pinning them to the bed and intertwining them together. "Holy shit, that's so...h-hard," I squealed, looking up at Daddy. "This is what my little slut wanted, isn't it?" Daddy said in between breathless moans. "Huh? You wanted me to ruin this pussy, huh, little slut?"

The problem was there was a very deep part of me that wanted him to look, to see what he did to me, to know that he had complete control over me. A thrill raced through me at the thought, and I swallowed hard. Positively insane, you whore. “I’ve imagined taking you over my knee many times, little girl, but now that you’re here with your ass bare, ready and waiting for your spanking, you’re even prettier than I could have ever imagined,” he observed. “I hate you,” I scoffed, trying to squirm off his leg once more and again losing my balance. “Your pussy says otherwise, bad girl,” he said. His words made my stomach flip and my pussy clench.

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

Jasper nodded, “According to others, Bently defiantly had his fetishes, but he generally got consent. Speaking of consent, rumor has it Oliver, you got yourself a submissive. I thought you didn’t care for that side of your father’s business.” “Not all BDSM is like my father’s,” argued Oliver. He smiled softly, “She’s different.” “I’m sure Claire doesn’t like that,” smirked Jasper, knowing all too well how much Oliver could never stand her especially when she flung herself all over him. “Not too happy, but I don’t care,” shrugged Oliver, he looked around. “Have you seen my father?” “I heard he was going to the warehouse to check it out before coming here. Where’s Alvin? I thought he would be

Ever since my father passed away, Beatrice had made it her life's mission to remind me that I was nothing but an unwanted burden. “I fed you,” she spat, her voice icy and venomous. “I clothed you and put a roof over your head after your father died, leaving us with his mess. And how do you repay my kindness?” “Ma Beatrice, please—” “Silence!” she barked. “You are a disgrace to this household. You’ve stained our family name forever. The whole pack has already seen that filthy video! You are nothing but a disgrace and a slut, just like your mother.”

“Daddy… he’s watching… oh god, I’m so full—your cock and the ice… I can’t—fuck—” “Yeah, baby girl?” Dante rasped, leaning over me so his broad chest pressed hot and heavy against my back. He angled the phone lower, giving Victor an even better view of his thick cock stretching my pussy wide open. “You like knowing my father is watching you get fucked like a dirty little whore? You like showing off how well you take Daddy’s cock while he watches every thrust?” “Yes—yes, Daddy,” I sobbed, pushing back desperately to meet every brutal thrust, my voice cracking. “I love it… I’m your little slut… fuck me harder while he watches—please, I want him to see how deep you go—”

"Harder... harder... please..." "Beg louder," he commanded, his movements becoming more violent and desperate. "Tell me you're just a hole for me to ruin. Tell me you want me to use you until you're nothing." "Use me!" I screamed, the world blurring. "Ruin me, Daddy. Ruin me for anyone else... please!" "Good girl. You're made for my cock, baby." The slapping of skin against skin was going faster and louder. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Daddy, I'm almost there!" I screamed and I felt his hold on my throat tightened until I couldn't breathe.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.