Best Daddy Dom Books Novels & Stories

“Yes, Daddy.” He freezes. I open my eyes, suddenly aware that this isn’t play, this isn’t a scene, and that I really am, in fact, being spanked by a dom. And I just called him Daddy. My ass is on fire, my clit pulsing for attention, and all he does is lift me up off the desk and spin me around to look at him. “Did you just call me Daddy?” he growls. I fucked up. Oh, God, I totally fucked up. He’s going to hate me. He’ll push me away and never want to do this to me again. My one chance at being dommed, and I blew it with my big mouth.

"Who's feeling sick tonight? Who needs a little... private examination?" The tips started raining in. Small amounts at first, then larger chunks. But then, the notification I had been waiting for popped up. Big Daddy has entered the chat. My heart skipped. Big Daddy was my whale. He didn't just tip; he owned the chat space. He was the reason I could afford the luxury lingeries and the high-tech toys that cluttered my bedside drawer. He was dominant, precise, and he knew exactly how to push my buttons. Big Daddy: Get on your knees, Caramel. Now.

I closed my eyes while he continued pretending to teach me how to cast the rod farther. “Quiet. I'll cut off the hand of anyone who lays it on you.” “Cut off your own hand first,” I seized the chance to reply. “It never stops harassing me whenever it gets the opportunity.” A low chuckle vibrated against my ear, making me shiver from the warmth of its tone. “Don't deny that you like my touches. You want more, but you refuse the idea of submitting to me. I'm sure you'd be different if I weren't your best friend's father.”

he cautioned, but the sight of him like this—jealous, possessive, dominant—only made me want to push him until I saw how far he could go. “Why?” I chuckled, trailing my fingers deeper. “Is Daddy scared that I might be saying the truth?” “Don’t call me that!” he groaned, veins pulsing at his forehead. My head tilted sideways, dripping with sarcasm. My brows arched. “But didn’t you like it when I called you Daddy the last time you were fucking my pussy with that mighty finger of yours?” “Pearl!!” His voice came out in a sharp groan, hot and lethal as he buried his face against my ear, breath heavy and rough—it sent a signal straight to my already dripping pussy.

I ask trying to be brave, I don't want to be locked in, not again. "You're dad biological daughter, we're all a family, his last words were to protect you. We won't be able to see you with just some random dom." Adam starts, there's no blood relation for sure, I'm only half a breed or that's what Rocco called me that day. "We want you to take one of us as your dom. I'm a daddy dom, Adam is a master, and Mouse is a dominant. No matter your classification, we'll be able to help you knowing you'll be safe" Rocco says.

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

Betty tried her best to explain. "I don't care. Except for me, no man is allowed to touch any part of you." The domineering voice came from above her head. Betty looked at him speechlessly, "Then even my father won't do?" Seeing that Betty still dared to disobey him and purposely say something to resist him, Bryson was a little angry. He bent down and kissed her small, naughty mouth again. Betty, on the other hand, did not push him anymore. Finally, when the man gave her another chance to breathe, Betty complained in a low voice, "Have you kissed enough yet!?"

I started, but he cut me off with another searing kiss, his hands roaming over my body with a confidence that left me breathless. This time, I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t want to. I gave in, letting him dominate me in a way that both terrified and thrilled me. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, and I was left gasping for air. His voice was soft but firm as he said, “You don’t have to fight me, baby girl. Let me take care of you.”

I could still feel his warm cum leaking into my panties. “You don’t belong to Mia anymore,” he said, voice deep and final. “You belong to Daddy now. Say it back to me.” “I don’t belong to Mia anymore,” I whispered, looking up into his eyes. “I belong to you, Daddy. Completely.” He cupped my face, thumb brushing my lower lip. “And Daddy’s going to keep breeding you until that belly swells. Every secret visit, every locked door, every stolen moment I’m going to fill this young cunt until you’re carrying my child. Do you understand?”

​I squeezed my eyes shut, and suddenly, my mind betrayed me. ​I wasn't in the car anymore. I was pinned against the bathroom sink. I could feel Vance's heavy, brutal thrusts completely tearing me apart. I could hear Vance’s dark voice ordering me to stay quiet. The mere memory of Vance’s massive size and his ruthless pace sent a violent, heavy ache straight to my core. ​My psy clenched hard, soaking wet, reacting entirely to the memory of my stepdad while another boy was actively trying to fk me. ​Brody groaned loudly, finishing with a messy, rushed thrust, and collapsed against my shoulder.