And I Stopped Calling You Daddy Book Novels & Stories

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.

“Yes, you can. Go on, say it. I wanna hear you say my name.” My teeth gritted in fear. It took seconds before I mustered the courage to say it. “Joe,” I whispered it and I was giddy like some silly kindergarten kid. His rich, husky laugh made me melt. Literally. “Not bad. Call me Joe from now on. And then call me Daddy when we're at it.” My cheeks reddened at that. When we're at it? Geez. “Why did you go home?” “Mum needed me.”

He knew how much his voice had me in a chokehold, didn't he? "You stopped walking, didn't you? And your legs, you are slowly pressing them together, aren't you?" "Daddy" I whispered the word in a breathy voice, not caring so much that I was in the midst of other students who were walking around and going about their stuff. "Oh, such a good girl. Knowing perfectly well when to call me that" he groaned and I just knew that he had his other hand on his cock. "Daddy is holding his cock, right?" I asked softly, not wanting to be heard by the giggling girls walking past me.

"Mommy, where are we going? Ivy's voice dragged me from my thoughts, and I slowly turned to face her, her wide eyes sparkling with curiosity. I forced a smile, trying hard to push the bitterness aside, hard as it was. So damn hard. "We're going to Daddy's house, baby," I softly said, my voice catching on the word. Daddy. Lying, I felt, uttering the word aloud, when all between us seemed so fragile. Ivy widened her eyes. "Daddy's house? Is it big?" I let loose with a little chuckle for her benefit rather than mine. "Yes, baby, it's very big. Her face lit up, and her excitement did a little to help the tightness in my chest dissipate. Until it didn't. Because my mind kept going back-back to Xa

“I’m yours. I belong to you.” “Good girl. And who am I to you? I want to hear you say it.” “Huh?” “Who am I to you?” “You’re… you’re…” “I’m your Daddy!” He answered for me. As he let go of my hair, I felt his dick poke my entrance. He was playing with me, teasing me, sexually tormenting me. “Come on! I want to hear you say it.” “You’re my Daddy.” I replied hoarsely, my whole body trembling.

aunty Athena says, she's a meanie too, nu like her no more. "I want to go to daddy," I say, he's the only nice one. "Daddy is busy and don't you dare teleport him in," she says, why is she so mad at me, fine I won't teleport him in, I'll teleport myself over. I closed my eyes putting my focus on me, then imagining daddy, but instead of telling my magic to bring him in, I told my magic to take me over to him. "Yess!" I say proud of myself, I did manage to teleport but now that I'm seeing where I'm, maybe I was better at his room, this looks like the dungeon, Damon and Trent were both here, shirtless, with blood and bruises all over their faces.

Because by now, his laugh made my blood boil in so much anger. "Sh-Shut up, D-Dad!" my voice stuttered. Daddy William just laughs hard "Daddy who? Me? Daddy William or Daddy Dominick? Uhhhh" he moaned at the very end causing me to cringe. I was about to speak when the call ended. My eyes are smiling. "Okay! Maybe let's try for the second time. Let's call your Daddy Dominick" he hold his laughter as he pressed the dial button.

Daddy gave me a very stern look that made me aware of the fact that I had done or said something wrong. I wanted to know what I had done wrong that demanded such a grim look. "Stop calling me sir?" Daddy instructed "Then what should I call you?" I asked looking so confused and lost "Anything but sir" daddy said. "Ok uncle Cole?" I asked. "Better. I have to go now" with that he left the house, actually ran out of the house, after receiving a phone call. Oh, how I wanted to call him daddy. How I wanted to feel his warm embrace, something I have never felt.

“Honestly, he’s giving off total daddy vibes. You know, the kind you read about in romance novels? Hot, rich, older than you, probably amazing in bed. I’d call him daddy right now if he asked.” I paused. River glanced at me in surprise as I went completely still in the middle of the aisle. My cheeks burned. Their words echoed in my head, except they weren’t their words. They were mine. "You want me to call you Daddy?” “Please, Daddy, put it in.” Oh god. That night, I’d called him daddy and thrown myself at him. I felt the blood drain from my face, then rush back in full force. I probably looked like a boiled tomato.

My brain could not stay in control much more longer. I was going to explode into bits with this orgasm. "Daddy! Please!" I screamed even though I wasn't too sure the words actually made sense at all when I screamed them out. "I will never deprive my daddy! I... I will never stay away from you! It's all my fault! I should have trusted my daddy more than anyone else! You want me! You want me so much and it was never an act! I know! I know now! I know please... Daddyyyy! Oh fuck! Oh please!"