Best Daddy Dom Books Novels & Stories

REINA I lost count of how many times I came. The bed was soaked—sheets twisted around my ankles, pillows knocked to the floor, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall until the penthouse manager probably had complaints stacked up downstairs. But I couldn't care less. Daddy will take care of it. Fuck, my Daddy Domenico will take care of anything and everything for me just like the way he loves to take care of me. Domenico fucked me like he was trying to ruin me for anyone else, and God, he was succeeding.

Then I remembered he always praises Jade. “Shut up,” I yelled, but deep down, I was completely taken aback. How on earth could Jade... but then I find myself wanting to hear more of the conversation that is taking place in the bathroom between Jade and Kate? “Dom has enough money to take me to school.” What, Dom? The fact that she called me Dom did something to both the beast inside of me and the tail that was wedged in between my legs. This girl just knows how to stir things up and leaves me wondering if she is the perfect sub.

The way he’d spun the idea was like he was going to be the boss of the household, and I would be his humble servant—spitting out babies, cooking for him, and rubbing his feet. But seeing how much love and concern Bratt had for Noah made me see a new side of that idea. An alpha wasn’t someone who sat on his ass and got his way—it was a father who set aside everything, even his own comfort, to provide for the people most dear to him. I didn’t know if Bratt was a shifter, but he had big alpha energy, nonetheless. I leaned forward a bit and smiled up at Bratt. “So,” I said somewhat teasingly. “Now is the part where the parents go back home or go to work…or maybe get a replacement for the coffee

I said and offered him a smile. “Hmm,” he sighed and closed the door behind him, while I sulked at the fact that he didn't return the smile. In my boredom, I found a pen and a sticky note. “I would rather doodle,” I said to myself before getting at it. FORMER OUTLINE Book title : Daddy's best friend My dad's best friend has been my best friend and nanny since birth, but tonight my heart wants him. "Just call me Shawn", he says with his gaze still locked with mine as we click our champagne glasses.

It was the oldest law in their world, and even Derick wouldn’t risk breaking it, not unless he wanted a war. If Bryce could get to another master, someone stronger than Derick, he might just live to see another sunrise. Only one name came to mind. Dom. The strongest. The one even Derick was said to give space to. Bryce had never met him, but he’d heard the whispers. He remembered his mother’s voice, low and tense, speaking of Dom as if saying his name too loudly might draw his attention. Dangerous, she’d said. Ruthless. The family he ruled could shake governments.

I pout, grinding against his fingers shamelessly, hoping he’ll take the bait. His palm slaps down on my ass. It's sharp and sudden. "That's for trying to fuck my fingers, you needy little whore," he growls, amused. The sting spreads through me, and I gasp. “God, Daddy…” He only smirks and grabs my hand, leading me out of the room. His touch is firm, possessive and dominant. The last streaks of sunlight spill across his face as we enter the bedroom, casting him in gold. He looks like temptation itself. Dangerous and beautiful.

I order and she obeys. These days, I'm starting to get obsessed with acting like a dom. No wonder Kaden was unhappy when I restricted him from doing it with my soul mate. I have always been her rightful husband and mate. It's just that she was so much in love with him too. In love with two hot men I guess. This Dom/sub thing can be so much fun, sexually. My hand rubs across her behind, smoothing one of her cheeks. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to punish," I tell her, slapping her behind.

Inside the cabinet hung an array of gleaming leather restraints, handcuffs, heavy ropes, crop whips, and intricate, high-end restraints that looked incredibly dangerous and professional. Roe’s breath hitched, her heart stopping as she looked from the collection to the wicked smirk on her stepfather's face. "You're into BDSM?!”

“You’re so big, Daddy.” He covered my mouth again. “Quiet. We don’t want Victoria hearing you moan like a little slut.” His hips moved fast and rough. Each thrust shook the bed. “Take this dick. Milk it with your tight cunt.” I wrapped my legs around him. Pleasure mixed with pain in the best way. “Harder, Daddy,” I begged between his fingers. “Fill me up again. I need your cum.” Damien pounded me faster. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my breasts. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked by a man old enough to be your father while strangers wait outside.”

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”