Calling Him Daddy Novels & Stories

His hands release me and I fall forward. That was amazing, and nothing like I have had with anyone before. I feel him remove the gag, rope and blindfold, his hand stroking along my body and there is one questions I have, one thing that keeps coming back. “So, why Daddy?” I never pegged him for that type of guy. “Erm, I don’t know. Just discovered it one day, is it bad? If you find it weird, just ignore it.” He looks worried now. “No, I like it. I just don’t think we should tell my Daddy I call you that name.” His eyes widen. “Mmmm, imagine it, me saying, 'Daddy, I call Uncle Damon Daddy now'.” I smile at him.

Something deep and dark and forbidden. It felt right to call Jay Daddy. I don’t know where this is coming from. It's not like I have deep-seated daddy issues, but Jay is my daddy. The man who takes care of me. The man I want to run to when there's a storm. The man who gets me so hot and bothered I’m tossing and turning and aching all night. And he liked me calling him daddy as much as I did. There was this animalistic look in his eye—like he couldn't control himself.

“Uhm, he’s a businessman. I don’t know all his businesses, but he owns his own airport.” “Just like in Singapore when we rode the airplane?” “Correct. Just like that.” “Wow! Daddy’s amazing. I mean, Sir Jasper.” I was surprised she called her dad that. “Huh? Why are you calling him Sir Jasper, my daughter?” “Well, he doesn’t know about me, right? Maybe he doesn’t like me.” Her voice turned a little sad toward the end. “Yes, he doesn’t know about you—but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like you. And it’s totally fine with me if you call him Daddy when we talk.”

And yet, here I was, lying in bed and sipping hot cocoa. “Twenty more days,” I muttered to myself. A knock came on my door and I sat up. “Come in,” I invited. Dad walked in and I tensed. He hadn’t been here since the second day when he laid his house rules. “What do you want?” I asked, with something of a frown. He didn’t answer. Instead, he dialled a number and placed his phone on his ear. “Yes, that’s why I’m calling,” he said. “I need a favour.”

He growled. I cried and cried into the pillows until I had no tears left. The intense slapping of skin against skin, flesh against flesh was the most stimulating sound I had ever heard. “Who fucks you?” He demanded, and I was so stuck in the pillow, I could only murmur. “Daddy.” “Who?” This man dragged me upwards by my hair. It hurt like a bitch. “Daddy!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I rode him fast grinding my clit on him until I came again screaming his name. "Yes ride me you brat," he said gripping my hips tight. "Take all of my cock. You love getting fucked by your stepdad do not you?" "I love it Daddy," I moaned loud. "Your cock is so big. I am addicted to you now. Fuck me anytime you want."

Call me daddy Chapter 8 You don’t look too happy to see me Nora , I thought that you were going to smile and show me all your excitement or at least get naked in front of me like you did the last time” my uncle told me as he smiled . This was the first time since the whole stuff that I have genuinely seen him smile . He never smiled at me after that confession and seems to be getting mad at me but seeing him smile at me brings so much joy to my heart .

The words he spoke next would change everything. “You’re going to call me Daddy.” The word hit me like a physical blow, a shockwave of pure, undiluted lust that made my knees buckle. It was so wrong. It was so filthy. It was the ultimate transgression, the ultimate revenge, and it was the most fucking hot thing I had ever heard in my entire life. Fucking the father. Calling him Daddy. It was perfect. “Now, say it,” he commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl that left no room for argument.

"What happened to Daddy?" My head snapped towards him in confusion. "You calling me, Daddy." He added. Daddy sounded too childish yet strong to me. I could settle for father but Daddy has too much sassiness to it. "I'm not ready yet," I confessed. The corner of his lips twitched up more. "You will get used to it, soon. If you practice calling me that." We held each other's gaze. I don't know why but there was this way he looked at me that affects me. Giving me more reason to use his image to pleasure myself.

I did not want to disturb them but it seemed Johnny had another plan. "Daddy!" He called out. I did not know how to describe the feeling that spread in my chest at the title he used for me. Daddy. I always heard it takes long for people who are not biologically related to address them as such but Johnny... A grin spread across my lips as I looked at him. "Come and play with us." He said.