Call Me Daddy 소설 & 이야기

"Just tweaking the lobby lighting. The client wants 'moody but accessible,' which usually means they want it dark enough to hide bad drywall." Sofia chuckled, but her phone buzzed on the wood table between us before she could reply. She glanced down at the screen, her expression softening into that warm, indulgent look she only ever used for one person. "Dad?" I asked, keeping my voice entirely light and casual. "Yep," she said, tapping out a quick response. "He's asking if I made it to my ten o'clock appointment. He literally has my assistant’s calendar synced to his phone. It's ridiculous."

Right, I call him Daddy from time to time so he is confused if that was from me or from our baby. "Who do you want to hear it from?" I asked grinning. ///♡/// Stay tuned! ♡ Ending this month! Comment, drop a gem and especially a review! xoxo♡

“Okay! Okay! I’ll listen to whatever you say in the future. You just need to tell me what you want me to do.” Zachary, who looked as handsome as a deity, responded, “Call me daddy first.”

I cry out again and again until he took me along with him toward his office, he picked the phone up and with my better hearing, I could hear every word said from both sides, not that I cared, my head was just laying over his chest enjoying being cuddled close. "Hello," Daddy said in his firm voice, who does he always call and get busy with, I had no idea, I should be the only one he needs. "Doctor James?" the voice says, it was filled with disgust, but the voice was familiar, so familiar, that I gave their call my full attention. "Yes, who's asking?" daddy answers the angry voice, he wasn't very happy about the phone call either.

Kinky called his attention. He chuckled at what he called him "Call me daddy,okay?." "Why should I call you daddy?, Our teacher said we call our parents daddy and mummy" she pout. "That's because I'm your daddy,so you should called Daddy" He laughed. "No,I will call my daddy something else like I called my mummy prettylady" She said as Noah place her on his laps. "So what are you going to call me?" Naoh asked. The noise from the kitchen made them stop their conversation and head to the Kitchen. T.B.C

It is: 'Daddy. "Y-Your father is calling," I reported. "Answer it," he suggested in a serious tone. "W-What?!" Thinking that he wanted to show to his father that we are really together, I conquered my fear and answered the call. [“You dumbass. Why did you answer your f*cking phone just now? How's Maxine? You two are still together?" ] My eyes widened. I didn't expect to hear this familiar voice. "Speak you b*stard."

he calls my name after taking a deep breath, calming himself, "He pays you a great amount of money to be Scarlett. If he wants you to call him Daddy, you.call.him.Daddy. That's nothing compared to what we've done since the past four weeks." He's right, calling him Daddy is nothing if we were to compare to the hours I've spent learning on how to be Scarlett Monroe.

Looking into his eyes deeply, I slowly got my ass up and slowly lowered my ass back onto his cock. "Fuck" he cursed and I could see just how much my daddy was holding back. I rose from his cock again and went back down slowly. My body shuddered this time around, his cock feeling so good inside of me. Slowly, I built up a pace that was now slow and not fast too. "Cara!" Daddy let out in between gritted teeth. "My daddy wants to cum for me?" I asked in a whisper. "Fuck! You know I fucking want to! I need to!"

My father called, but it was more like a question which made me snap out of my little self-pitying. I pressed my lips into a forced smile, a façade easily decipherable even from a distance, and followed it with a hesitant wave. Shouldn't I be rushing into their arms, shedding tears of relief, and recounting how baseless Caden's accusations were? The absence of the expected emotional reunion left me bewildered, questioning the dynamics unfolding before me.

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.