Abusive Daddy Novels & Stories

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

He returned it with urgency, fisting his fingers in her loose ponytail. As he broke away, his hand remained, his breathing heavy while his heart thumped sporadically, “I guess you want to know what happened to me, how I got to be so fucked up when she sounded like such a good woman.” “I don’t think you’re-” “I am. You don’t have to pretend to make me feel better,” he cut her off, nodding as if proving his point. “My dad was abusive. She always had a black eye or a broken bone, but she stayed because she was so religious, she thought she could pray the devil out of him. She did everything to make him happy, and he used her like a fucking punching bag. He fucked other women. He was gone all ni

I ask. “That is what you are. You are my little,” he says. “Okay, so what is your name? I do not even know who you are,” I say. “My name is Tobias. But I want you to call me daddy,” he says. “Okay, daddy, why did you spank my leg?” I ask. “Well, you needed it. There will be no bad language or acting out. If you misbehave, I will spank you,” he says. “I see,” I say.

“No lies—just the truth of a verbally and physically abusive father who encouraged his stepson to abuse her as well, to the point of almost killing her on more than one occasion. Should I go on, asshole?” “Don’t you fucking call him that!” The stepbitch saddled up next to him, ready to fight. My icy glare turned to her. “Don’t even get me started on you.” He stepped forward, inches from me, and sneered. “Little bitch deserved it. She needed to be broken if anyone was ever going to take her off my hands. Just needed Adam to pop that cherry of hers, train her up a bit, and she’d be ready for the highest bidder. That’s all she was good for.”

She hugged Curtis, who refused to take his eyes off the man in the video. “Daddy, are you taking me with you on Saturday? I will be a good boy.” Curtis was still feeling that her father thought he was a bad boy like his friends had said, for which reason only his twin brother lived with him. Garvin was saddened, knowing that he would have to do more to prove to him that he was perfect and nothing was his fault. “Hero, Daddy can’t wait to have you here. It’s the only thing I’ve been wishing for since I found out about your existence.”

“ Dad, I can not and will not do that . You breached that aspect of me so why should I do that now all because of your wife ?. She is a devil . She hates me and wants everything for her daughter , do you pretend not to see that too ? ” Isabella rants without mincing words . “ I thought we have passed this Isa . I thought you said I could go ahead and do whatever i wanted to did you not ? ” “ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ”

He sounded more frustrated than angry. "Dad, there's nothing to understand. Anabel isn't like her father - she's a beautiful, kind woman with good feelings, loving..." I could make an enormous list of my girlfriend's qualities. "Full of qualities, I get it. What the hell did he do to her that bothered you so much?" And here I thought it would be easy to get information from my father - he was the one extracting all the information from me. "He abuses her, Dad. Physically. He's even locked her up. Among many other things." I thought that would be enough for my father to understand.

His dad is a powerful man. Arella keeps her mouth shut and her head down, and Ace grabs onto Vanessa's hand. "Tell me how he was a piece of shit Temperance." Adam is trying to break me. This is how much he doesn't like me. And it shows. Zander and Connor sit silently like everyone else at the table. Alec grabs my hand and laces his fingers with mine. Zander looks up at me with wide eyes telling me not to go against Adam. "Well. My father abused me. He sold me to men. He tried to kill me." I look at Adam with tears welling up in my eyes.

“I-I’m so close.” “I missed the part where that’s my problem.” Addison doesn’t know whether she wants to cry or scream. “Please… Please, daddy … I-I’ll do anything...” Just like every other time when Addison addresses Javan as ‘daddy’, the man seems to get weak. “Aw… My poor baby. Are you that desperate to cum?” Blushing a little, Addison nods. She sighs in relief when Javan flashes her a soft smile. “Then I guess I'll have to do something about that."

The note remains where I dropped it, the ink now bleeding across the water-logged graph paper. “My father,” he begins, “was an abusive, alcoholic gambler with a pension for driving his fists into my mother’s face. She wasn’t much better.” He walks toward me, twirling the knife and extending its hilt in my direction. “When he got tired of beating her, he liked to take it out on me. But I liked to hit back.”