Call Me Daddy Novels & Stories

Desperately. “Call me daddy right now, and I’ll throw you on that fúcking bed and do all the things you want Vincent to do to you!” His growl was sharp, hot against my ears. “I’m going to split you wide open, stretch you full, you’re going to scream, for me to continue for me to stop, and even then I won’t stop, I’ll ravage your tiny holes because they are mine, just call me daddy, and my cock is yours”

I say, a flicker of excitement at the idea of it in my chest. "Guess I'll see you next week then." I can almost hear her smiling on the other end of the phone and that makes my mind wander. "Until then, bye Daddy." She hangs up the phone and leaves me sitting in my office. "Fuck me..." I whisper hearing her call me Daddy. She knows she's not allowed to do that. Her mother has told her not to countless times, yet here she is inviting me out to dinner and calling me Daddy knowing what it does to me.

I stared at the phone for a long moment without setting it down. Barry Parker was desperate, greedy and the kind of man who could make dangerous moves when he had nothing left to lose, and that made him unpredictable. I exhaled slowly, set the phone down, and poured myself a drink. The whiskey burned as it went down my throat, sharp and grounding. I barely had time to think when the phone buzzed again. This time, the name flashing on the screen made my jaw clench. Adam Kingston. It was my father calling. I exhaled slowly and answered. “Father.”

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

“Can I call you Daddy?” His jaw flexed but he didn't step away, or stop looking at me. “Why would you do that?” I'm not your father.” I didn't let his words move me, instead I became bolder, while my fingers traced the rim of the glass. The cool water from the jug did nothing to lower the heat between my thighs. “Because it feels right,” I said softly, and as innocently as possible. “You’re the father figure in my life now. Calling you Alpha feels distant. I want to call you Daddy when we’re alone.”

"Tell them how you fucked her yesterday, Alastar. Tell them how you moaned each other's name while doing it in my apartment! I couldn't get how you could tell me you love me but still cheat! You're nothing but a fucking liar!" Without saying any more words, Catherine pushed him away. Her vision was blurry as she decided to fly off the scene. With her heart beating so fast inside her chest, it already feels like she's going to have a heart attack and die. Suddenly, her phone beeped, even if she was busy ugly crying, she opened it and saw a notification. It was a message from a strange number. 'Meet me by the gate,' she read. Who the fuck is this? She could swear that she wasn't interested, bu

"You're my dad now. He's just my brother in name. We'll have to see each other eventually." George fell silent for a moment, then finally agreed. Before hanging up, he sighed and said, "I'm sorry. The Benson family failed you." I didn't respond. Because the one who should be saying that… wasn't him.

And you’re going to call me Daddy for real while I finally give you what you’ve been begging for on camera. My fingers froze on the keyboard. I should type “no.” I should type “this is insane.” I should block him and burn my hard drive. Instead my traitorous hands typed back: Me: Yes, Daddy. The second I hit send, another $1,000 tip hit my account with a single line: DaddyD: Good girl. Now finish that show for me. Come on that pillow thinking about how I’m going to stretch you open the second I get home. I did exactly what he told me.

“Call me daddy, Aiden say my name..” “Daddy…” “Louder” I screamed. “Dadddyyyy!!!” I pressed one more slap, lighter this time, followed by a deep lick that made him moan through the crying, my own cock aching worse than ever and licking him while he’s calling me daddy, was messing me up bad. I didn't know if I should keep going or finally take the blindfold off and face whatever looks he'd give me when he saw exactly who the asshole tormenting his hole was.

"I'm assuming you're not the chef." "God, no. I’m the man who makes sure the King looks like a King," he said, reaching out to flick a stray hair from my shoulder with a gloved hand. "And apparently, I’m the man who has to turn you into a Goddess of War in the next three hours. He called me at 4:00 AM, sounding... different. Now I see why." He leaned in closer, his perfume smelling of expensive oud and secrets. "I'm Flyn. Put that spatula down, honey. We have a mansion to infiltrate and a legacy to incinerate. If we’re going to announce your 'extinction' to the Hudsons, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an apron."