Daddies Novels & Stories

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

I had no idea where he got it from. I raised my voice sharply, hoping he would stop waving it around. "Dad." The word dad came out of my chest like I was vomiting my entire heart. He lifted his head, then rushed toward me with a face dark with rage. "So you are here. How many times did I call your name and you did not answer?" I was about to step back, but his hand shot forward and grabbed my hair in a painful fist. "Did I not tell you yesterday to leave the liquor money on top of the TV before you went to your damned job?"

“Anyway, we’re running late. We’ll catch up soon,” Dad said, turning to look at me. “Sweetheart, come say hello to Brad. Why are you so quiet?” “Christ! Baby girl. You’re all grown and beautiful,” Brad said, his deep voice sending a shiver straight to my core. “Come here and give Daddy a hug.” The word *Daddy* hit me like lightning. My pussy throbbed even harder, a fresh rush of wetness soaking my panties. I stepped forward on shaky legs.

I could feel it in his tight muscles, in the way his cock got bigger in my mouth. “The deal is off,” Ivan suddenly yelled, reaching for the door. “Sit down, Ivan,” Daddy’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. “The deal is not off. We’re just… making it final.” With a loud, dirty groan, Daddy came, his hot cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed fast, my own dick hurting so bad, needing to cum. Ivan watched, his eyes narrow, as Daddy zipped up his pants. “You are a weird man, Don Moretti,” he said, his voice full of hate.

C instructed me, Even though he wasn’t here, even though I hadn’t seen his face, I could feel a shudder run down my spine as the core in my belly warmed up. Before I responded. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll do anything for you.” Then another notification came: You have been added to Daddy’s Domain. My heart skipped a beat. I opened the chat room to see that Mr. C wasn’t alone. Now there were Mr. S, Mr. W, and Mr. H. Okay, breathe, Sadie. I know this is insane, but breathe. I continued to tell myself as I typed.

I sighed, as if embarrassed, and said lightly, "It's nothing, really. This guy over here keeps on telling Joyce to call him her daddy, and for me to bow to him as a son-in-law. Apparently, it's an inside joke between them." While I spoke casually, Terrence did not take it casually at all. "Call him daddy?" His cane hit the floor with a heavy thud, before he raised his hand and slapped Joyce across the face. Smack! Joyce's head was slapped to the side, and blood even seeped out of the corner of her mouth. "You disgrace! I'm not dead yet, so why are you fooling around with men like this? You're a disgrace to our entire family!"

They’re my husband’s best friends, we should be off-limits to each other, but when Malcolm’s voice rings in my head again, I damn all consequences. Why should I care about my stupid, lying, cheating husband. He’d said no man would want me, and that’s why he’s not worried about the open marriage, this is my chance to prove him wrong. My chance to show him that I’m not boring, I can be fucking wild. This is my chance to show him that men want me, and right now, not just any man, the DREADMOOR BROTHERS. The men whose level he can only hope to attain, the most powerful men anywhere they walk into. The men who bend the air according to their will.

“These tits are perfect. So young and full. Been staring at them in the mirror the whole ride. You like when Daddy sucks on them, Juniper?” The word “Daddy” made my pussy clench hard. “Yes… Daddy. I like it so much. Do not stop sucking them.” I held his head to my chest, fingers in his silver-streaked hair as he feasted on my breasts. He licked, sucked, and nibbled until both nipples were swollen and aching.

Tears hardened between my eyelids. “I can’t believe that the man I once considered a father is playing with my body with all the vulgarity he possesses.”

"That sounds exhausting." ​"It is," Jake agreed, turning his head to look at me. "Your turn. Give me the trauma." ​I hesitated. I obviously couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't tell him that I was completely addicted to a man I was supposed to hate, or that my stepdad had f**ked me in the backseat of the car on the way up here. ​"My dad died a long time ago," I said softly, keeping it simple. "And my mom remarried. Now we just... pretend everything is this perfect, happy picture. But it's not. I just feel trapped all the time."