Call Me Daddy Tattoo Novels & Stories

Me: "That's amazing. It should be an easy purchase. How about I just buy it for you?" Mom: "No, no, no. It's not about the money, son. I could buy it myself too. I just want to stress your dad a little. He's always running up and down, putting so much effort into expanding the family business in America. I want to use this opportunity to take him on vacation, even if it's just for a week. Your dad needs to rest." Me: "But Dad won't go down to Dubai to personally buy it." I laughed.

Daddy can't blame me for screaming, I wasn't supposed to scream anymore, but the guy scared me, daddy was quick to hide me behind him, and both of my hands went into his shirt, hiding my face into his shirt. "Trent, what are you doing here?" daddy growls at the guy. "I'm here to visit, can't you see?" the guy answers with a dark smile, I peeked behind daddy's back and saw his eyes were silver just like daddy, he's another demon lord! "You're not welcome, why didn't you say you're coming?" daddy asks him. "We're brothers, no need to call in first," he says, but I don't agree. "What do you want?" daddy growls at him.

## Chapter 14 Joseph redialed the number and it wasn't connecting. He dropped the tray containing the prawn veggies sauce and basmati rice on the table . “ I got a call from my Dad's contact and the phone has gone dead ,if you will please excuse me for an hour i will really appreciate .” Joseph said in a calm soothing voice like it wasn't once him speaking so boldly minutes ago . Isabella decides to be generous to him since she would be visiting her father later in the day .

Too much anticipation. "From now on, don't call me by my name. Call me daddy," he said. I bit my lower lip. He was going too far but I liked the name. "Say it!" "Daddy." "Say it!" "Daddy." "Say it!" he said and filled my hole with his dick in one powerful thrust. "Oooohhh, Daaaaddy."

“I want it to say ‘Daddy’s Pussy’ in delicate script.” He pauses, his jaw clenching while he stares at me with wide eyes. I’ve wanted this tattoo for a long time, however, since I had a threesome with my best friend and the Dom at the sex club worshipped her because of it. I knew then I had to get it, but Uncle Jax doesn’t say anything, he continues to stare at me like he’s deciding whether to throw me out or scold me. I wait for the judgment, for how improper it is for me to get such a tattoo, but then he simply nods, slowly nodding to the table again. “Panties off,” he says, his voice rough like he is irritated. “And get on the table.”

The way he’d called me Daddy echoed in my skull. Fuck. I’m screwed.

Whenever he's near, I feel better about everything that comes my way- he's the only person who has ever cared about me. The men step back, and only my father and I remain in the centre of the ceremonial room. Everyone else, including the new recruits, stands around us, watching the proceedings with great interest. Father raises our hands and turns to the troops. "Tonight, you will witness a ceremony of the century. Not only will my daughter be titled the highest-ranking assassin in our Alliance, but she will also receive her sixth tattoo!" He shouts at the top of his lungs. Not a single word leaves his lips that resemble anger; no, the only thing my father exudes is pride and power. I wish h

Then they tie their blouses beneath their firm breasts to show off their midriffs. And lower back. They have naughty tramp stamps tattooed on them. One twin has "Bareback Only" in cursive script. The other has, "Deposits Wanted" The two sluts are tarted out and ready to prowl the mall for the biggest dicks they can find. And none have bigger dicks than my daddy and big brother. When Daddy spots those sluts, he knows it's time to teach Carter how to fuck barely legal poon. It's a father's duty to make sure his son knows how to pound the skanks and give them the dicks they crave so much.

I gulped, chewing my food slowly but it got stuck in my throat, I knew he could tell I was nervous, and he was intentionally making it worse by looking at me like this. “Angel, how is your college application going?” Daddy broke the silence, his deep raspy voice made me squeeze my legs together. No, I couldn’t be aróused now, not when Daniel was watching me, probably taking in all my reactions. But daddy was just so hot that I felt myself becoming slick with want anyway, his black sleeves rolled neatly to reveal thickly muscled tattooed forearms. Two buttons of his crisp black shirt had been left undone, giving me a brief glimpse of a hairy chest. A chest I wanted to bury my face into.

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.