Call Me Daddy Tattoo Novels & Stories

I was going to demand more answers when the door to their bathroom opened and my step dad stepped out in just his pyjama bottom, his chest was on full display and i saw the different tattoo he had there. But the one that interested me the most was the name of my mother right over his heart. Anna was written in black ink, it was readable from even far away, I didn't know if that was cute or too much. "Like what you see little girl?" Fred ask and i look away embarrassed. "I never saw so many tattoos, mum never allowed me to have any" I say in a whining voice. "Well then when you are old enough I'll take you to have one" he says with a laugh.

he declared as he searched her eyes. “I love you, Daddy.” Moving out of his embrace, she scooted back onto the bed. Untying her robe, she opened the flaps while she spread her legs. Running her fingers over her thirteen tattoo, she teased, “It was about time you got a tattoo. I can’t be the only badass with ink in this relationship.” Daddy let out a playful growl as he crawled over her prone form. “I think someone just earned a turn over Daddy’s knee with his belt.”

he growled and jerked the shirt off his body roughly without fully unbuttoning it, making the buttons fly off. My hazy sight stilled and my body stiffened as I saw his body. He now had tattoos and the one on his chest, big and bold was none other than my name with red roses entwined with each of the letters. LISA. What in the world?! "Da... Daddy" I whispered softly, leading my hand that had been over his bulge to his hard upper body instead. I ignored every other tattoo that lined his body and touched my name on his chest. Every tattoo on him was inked in the purple and black colour.

I glance down, and there it is, apparently stretching wasn’t a good idea. “You have many yourself daddy.” I smile as his eyes widen. “What next? A motorbike?” He looks at me shocked. I nod smiling, he should know, he brought me up around all this. “Just like daddy.” He frowns at me, okay, I am in shit, deep shit. “What is it, anyway? Why would you do that?” Damon laughs at my dads words. “Daddy, it’s a tattoo, and it stays hidden with most clothing.”

I got wet just thinking about it. “Everything okay, Daddy?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder to gaze at him with my dark brown eyes. I moved my hot pussy right over his cock and I could feel the bulge growing in his pants. I knew he could see my little flower tattoo in the middle of my back. My little tramp stamp. I blinked and appeared as innocent as possible as I pleaded, “Please, Daddy?

He poked my chest with his little finger. “Hey little man daddy hasn't forgotten about our little trip”. “Really?” “Yes, really. I can't forget something as important as that. Not when it has to do with my precious boy”. I rummaged my fingers in his hair. He rushed forward burying his face in my chest. He drew his finger around my tattoo and smiled. “Aunty Maria has got one on her arm too. Maybe I would get one”.He suddenly deviated from the conversation. “No. No son, that's not for children. It's adult stuff or maybe you can get one when you're all grown up”.

Shame engulfed her; how could she form any word in front of this man? "From now on, call me Daddy. If someone heard you calling me Mr. Mendez they might misunderstood our relationship," Archer said frowning. He watched the teenage girl standing before him. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a black top. The top was hugging her body like a second skin flaunting her natural curves. For a moment he couldn't move his eyes from her natural big tits. 'Fuck!' Archer cursed inside his head before shifting his eyes back to her face. How could he think about something like that for this girl? She was legally his daughter for fuck's sake.

William then raised his hand with our names tattooed on it and hummed happily. "Mama. Papa. I am truly happy." he shared. "So you don't have to feel sad, okay?" "Sure. We will happily think of you." I replied. "That's what I like!" he giggled. "Do not worry, mama; maybe I will be your son again in the next life." "Surely you'll be." I agreed. "I'll be your papa too?" Winston asked. "Do you want to?" "Of course!" Winston exclaimed. "In that second chance, I will be better! No, the best dad!"

Zee accepted it and guided by practice, knotted it properly around his neck, catching sight of the angel wings tattoo he had there. He was no angel. He was dominating. The urge to throw him some sarcasm hit her. It was all she could probably get away with because if she showed him clear disrespect, she would be in trouble. “All done, Daddy.” She said, patting the finished tie on his chest.” The word Daddy was meant as a snide remark. It was sneaky, but it would do. “Thanks, Sweetheart.” He responded. Then a light frown touched his brows as he seemed to realize what she had just called him for the first time.

“I agree, she cannot tattoo him. That is what started this whole thing anyway.” “I think maybe we need to call Alpha Rip and have a conversation with him about her. That would be a starting point.” Dad sighed. “We can cover our bases that way.” “Call now.” I said, a little too demanding. Dad gave me a look that told me to stand down but Colt spoke up. “I agree. I want to hear the call.” Dad sighed and grabbed the phone. “On speaker phone.” I said as he punched in the number. Ring! Ring!