Books With Daddy Kink Novels & Stories

“Not long. I swear. It was just— I needed help getting it out and then…” “And then he started finger-fucking you instead of leaving right?” The crude words in Alexander’s calm voice made heat rush through me all over again. I couldn’t deny it. The evidence was still written all over my body. Alexander’s eyes stayed on mine. “You’re shivering.” “I’m…l’m just embarrassed.” “No, l think you’re turned on.” It wasn’t a question. He said it like a fact he had already accepted. “You’ve been wound tight for months. Anyone with eyes could see it. My father never took care of you properly. We both knew that.”

Nick answered and I couldn't help but get hard even more as I imagined his bored face walking towards the restroom finding some attractive man to pleasure him. "The man who fuck me in the restroom stored his abundant semen inside my hole, daddy," Nick said seductively as he clung on my shoulder, I could feel his burning breath caressing my skin. A few moments later, Nick started licking my neck while his hand simply removed my hand that was caressing my hard dick and replaced it with his hand. "You're fucking hard, daddy," Nick commented and giggled as if he was very happy to know that my dick is in raging hard right now.

The one I’d promised I’d read before signing. I got up and retrieved it from the living room table where I had left it. My mind raced as I thought of all the expectations he could have. From the contract and the way he took control in bed, I already guessed he was a Dom. My knowledge of BD.SM, though, was limited to a few movies and badly written books. I remembered how his voice had dropped when I’d said ‘Daddy.’ The way his eyes darkened. Yeah… definitely a Dom. I made a mental note to do some more research later as I read through the contract. Would he want to flog me or was he a dom that was into knife play? I had no idea but I was curious to find out.

This book is intentionally divided into two parts. Part One — The Daddy Diaries contains 67 chapters focused on consensual power exchange between adults, including traditional Daddy kink (DDLG) as well as reverse or gender-flipped dynamics (MMLG), where roles are chosen freely. Part Two marks the beginning of All Yours as a broader erotica collection. These stories explore different fantasies, taboos, and power dynamics, all centered on desire, control, consent, and obsession. If Daddy kink or role-reversal dynamics are your preference, Part One offers a complete experience.

“I’ve been thinking about your cock, Daddy. I want it so badly.” His mouth crashed down on mine in a kiss that stole my breath—hungry, possessive, like he already owned every part of me. His fingers pushed inside me—two thick digits stretching my tight walls, curling perfectly against spots that made my knees buckle. “So fucking tight,” he groaned against my lips. “Has that boyfriend of yours ever touched you like this? Has he ever made you come properly?” I shook my head, moaning into his mouth. “That’s what I thought.” He pumped his fingers harder and faster. “But Daddy’s going to take care of you now. Isn’t that right?”

“Ass stuffed full of daddy’s cock, pussy dripping all over my fingers… such a dirty fucking girl.” Every hard stroke punched another moan out of me. My thighs were shaking. Juices ran down my legs, mixing with spit. He fucked me deeper, the angle making me feel every thick inch as he kept pounding in and out. His fingers curled inside my cunt at the same time, rubbing that sensitive spot while his thumb kept abusing my clit. “Oh god…I’m gonna….daddy…” My voice cracked.

The force sends our bodies nudging, with his cock assaulting my slit. “Not now, darling.” He bends me over and palms the back of my head, trapping it to the bed. “Daddy likes what he sees.” And daddy takes it. Without hesitation, he runs the tip of his cock around my swollen cunt, teases for a short while, and rams in. Hot as coal! “Oh… god!” I cry, visible veins popping along my strained neck. I wriggle, finding freedom that refuses to come. Desperate and in deep torture, I bite down on the bed sheet, holding back the deep cry that pours out of my soul. My nails dig into the sheets while the second hand continues to fondle my breasts.

The constant pressure on my clit had me shaking and whimpering, right on the edge again but completely unable to fall without his permission. “Feel that, baby?” he murmured against my ear, voice low and filthy as his fingers tightened around my throat once more. “Feel how deep Daddy’s cock is? How perfectly you’re stretched and stuffed full of me? This pussy was made to be edged and denied while I use it however I want.” I was crying again, soft desperate sobs mixing with my strangled moans. “It feels so good… I need to come so bad… please, Daddy, I’ll be so good for you…”

All I have on is my little shirt. He lays me on his bed. He spreads my legs and begins to lick me. “Oh daddy, yes,” I moan. Daddy suckles my clit and licks my pussy. It feels so good. I cannot wait to have his cock inside me. “Daddy, will you please give me some cock,” I say. “Now, Kendra, you know I do not like you to talk that way,” he says. “I know, daddy, but I want it,” I say.

My breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples grazing his chest hair, sending jolts straight to clit. "Call me Big Daddy. Let me hear how bad you need this," he demanded, teeth on my neck, sucking until there was a mark on my neck. "Oh, fuck daddy, big daddy! Yes! Deeper!" Voice echoed off tiles on the wall, drowned by the shower. He released my wrists, his hand sliding between us; fingers found the clit, rubbing rough circles. "Cum for me. Cum for Daddy! Cum for Daddy." Tension brimmed as he pounded me harder; I bucked wild, chasing an orgasm. "I'm close! Don't stop! Ahh daddy!"