Calling Him Daddy Novels & Stories

I say. "No little one, daddy is the boss" he explains bopping my nose making me giggle. "Nu-uh Andy the boss, Dante obey!" I inform him, but his face fell, he wasn't playing with me anymore. "It's daddy little one," he says, I haven't called him that yet, and I didn't want to, not yet, so I kept quiet. "Andy, eyes up here, what do you call me?" He says in a firmer voice, lifting my head up, he's forcing me to do this, no fun.

“Do I have to always call you Father? I don’t know, it just feels weird. I can tell you’re young…” There were rustling sounds, like she was shifting around, getting comfortable. A light chuckle followed. “I don’t know. Some of the men make me call them ‘daddy.’ They’re a lot older, and it’s weird, but I understand it, I guess. You, on the other hand, I get to call you daddy—” “Father,” I cut in, clearing my throat sharply. “You call me Father. Not daddy. Just Father. What is your name?”

Daddy gave me a very stern look that made me aware of the fact that I had done or said something wrong. I wanted to know what I had done wrong that demanded such a grim look. "Stop calling me sir?" Daddy instructed "Then what should I call you?" I asked looking so confused and lost "Anything but sir" daddy said. "Ok uncle Cole?" I asked. "Better. I have to go now" with that he left the house, actually ran out of the house, after receiving a phone call. Oh, how I wanted to call him daddy. How I wanted to feel his warm embrace, something I have never felt.

i assure him. I kept an eye out for his thoughts and knew jacob was doing the same. He didn't mind our rules but was wondering about if we'll make him call us daddy. We will but not now, later when he's more comfortable. "You can call us daddy now if you want. It will make us the happiest two wolf on this planet. We won't force it on you" jacob said buy i heard him add to me through our bond not yet.

I held his small shoulder, “Why don’t you wait and help mummy? Uncle Derrick will be back soon.” His smile fell, and he glanced back at his mother. She looked at him hopefully. “Okay. But, can I call you Daddy? I don’t want to keep calling you Uncle Derrick.” With his declaration, my heart skipped a beat. I would love that very much. I looked at Naomi, “Can he?” She looked skeptical but could read the hope in our eyes, “It’s fine. You can call him Daddy.” He turned to me, “Daddy.” I engulfed him in a hug; I felt my eyes puffy from unshed tears. Dean tapped me before I realized I was holding him too tight. I left them both and went to my room to change.

Therefore, I had no reason not to enjoy this as well. I crouched down in front of him. "Did you just call me daddy?" Austin nodded, and I couldn't feel happier than this. "Mommy said you could be my daddy now, so I want to call you daddy. Can I?" "Sure. Of course." I blinked back the tears forming in my eyes. "You can call me Daddy. In fact, I'm so happy than you call me Daddy now." A wide smile etched on his lips. "Daddy Wyatt."

But it got him out of his head at least. “Okay fine. When we are done we’ll work out the statistics of the trip at home,” he finally says after a few moments of laughter. His face then becomes very serious as he leans over with his lips brushing my ear. “You can call me, Daddy, but only in the bedroom like a good boy,” he growls before my lobe and then sits up to grin at our family. He falls into a happy conversation while I’m left reeling. Why do I really like the sound of being called a good boy? Do I, maybe, have a praise kink? My dick sure says I do. This might not be a good thing for me. What did I do by calling him ‘daddy’? Great now I’m feeling a sense of foreboding while eating this

I whimper. “Bad boys get punished. Are you going to touch that dick again without my permission?” He asks as he continues to sink into me before pulling out again. He rubs the tip of his cock against my ass hole and perineum, and I continue to lose my fucking mind. “No, daddy,” I say in reflex. I don’t know what fucking prompted me to call him ‘daddy’, but it felt right. “That’s my good boy,” he says before tightening his grip on my neck and hip.

I whispered. “I am touching you.” He squeezed gently. “Be specific.” I bit my lip, delaying for a few seconds, but that was enough to make him change his mind. He let go of my cock. “No—” I reached for him and grabbed his wrist. “Don't stop.” He smirked. “Call me Daddy.” I froze at that, my throat drying instantly. My dick jumped, hardening as the word settled in. “What? You don't want to?” He frowned. “Don't you want to be my baby boy? Don't you want to be taken care of? Don't you want Daddy to show you how good he is with his hand?”

No one else is allowed to call me that, I'll have them killed and buried. Only Daddy calls me this; I didn't like him calling me this when I was a pup, but now I don't mind. I'll always be my father's pup so he'll spoil me silly. I swallow, beginning immediately to sob, allowing the fake tears I've perfected to roll down my cheeks. "Daddy," I sob, making my voice pitiful and heartbroken. Daddy's eyes widen at this, and his brows furrow almost immediately as he steps around his desk, opening his arms for me.