Dad Little Princess Novels & Stories

Not a smile, but a verdict. “Something you’ll always remember for the rest of your life, princess.” The belt hit the floor. In no time, my stepfather’s cock was standing before me. My eyes flew open. It looked so thick and heavy, the vein along the underside throbbing as a drop of pre-cum pearled at the tip, catching the dim lamplight. I had never seen a dick this big before. It was pointing straight at me, like it knew exactly where it belonged. My panties got soaked just watching my stepdad’s massive cock. I tried to look away, but my eyes kept returning to it, mesmerized.

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

We went to Hawaii this year for our company retreat and yes that creed packed all of the Hawaii into me—on the beach, on the balcony, even once in a hammock (which we broke and had to pay for… sorry, Sheraton). Every day with him made me think of why I stayed, why I came home, why I started this new journey. Not that everything was okay, but because it was my own. Lily's daughter, Harmony Daisy Reyes—yes, that is actually her government name—was turning one year old in two weeks, and I was pulling out all the stops for her surprise birthday party. Of course, Lily had no idea. Which, for anyone who knows Lily, is saying something. She always does know everything.

She braided Hedwig's hair into two cute pigtails, adorned with fresh flowers and a delicate diamond tiara. The little girl twirled in front of the mirror, cupping her plump cheeks and grinning, "Granny, do I look like a princess from a fairy tale? Should Dad build me a castle?" Abigail chuckled and squatted to tweak her nose. "You're already living in Dad's 'castle'—this entire manor is your home." The little girl blinked her big eyes thoughtfully and nodded earnestly. "Okay, then I won't waste Dad's money! But where's my 'prince'?"

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I immediately blush because I realized those words came out a lot louder than I had hoped. They all burst out laughing and seem almost impressed by my verbal diarrhea. "Well thank you for your honesty Forest. I think we great too. And ditto." Jarrod flashes me a wink with a smile. If I didn't clearly see Mel make a print on him, I might have gotten the wrong idea. "Yeah no one is good enough to be around daddy's little princess who is better than everyone else." Lilly, their sister says. Why would they refer to her as daddy's little princess, as if her entire existence relied on that fact.

I smiled as well. "do you know Princess Dahlia?" I asked. I've been hearing that name since earlier, I'm curious about her. "she's one scary Princess. I don't like her" she pouted. "why? she's a Princess after all, you should like a Princess like you" I answered. "she's so mean. She's selfish, she's a brat, she's noisy and she's very annoying" she fussed. I laughed. "do you hate her that much?" I asked.

, she said to me in her little voice and I stared at her in awe and guilt. "My name is Dalia. It's nice to meet you Amber", I smiled at her and held out my hand for her to shake. "You are pwetty, Dalia. So pwetty. Are you a pwincess? Daddy said only pwincesses are pwetty", she said to me and I felt myself melt at her innocence. "I'm not a princess, Amber. But Daddy is right, only princesses are as pretty as you are", I said to her smiling and she gave me a toothy grin which made me feel more guilt.

"I'm sorry, honey. You shouldn't have to do this. I'm the one who should be working, not you." "It's okay, I'm happy to help mom. That way I can ease your burden at least for my school fees later." Emily was touched to hear it, she was proud to have a daughter like Sophia. "Emily, your daughter is really lucky. She's only been working for two days, and she's already been appointed as a personal maid. I think Mr. Oliver likes her." Elina whispered to Emily. As for Sophia, the girl was now busy playing with the clown fish in Elina's small aquarium. Apparently Elina had a small pet in her room that she had just bought yesterday and Sophia called the fish Nemo.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.