Daddy And Me Book Novels & Stories

“Now spread your legs, princess. Daddy’s not asking twice.” The words rolled through me like smoke, thick and suffocating. His voice was too low, too dangerous, and it left no room for refusal. My body betrayed me anyway, knees parting against the cool sheets even as my mouth refused to form the word yes.

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.

“Would you stare, daddy?” “Of course I would.” Daddy pulls me into him, his hand holding mine as his other finds its way to my lower back. Slowly, he leads me around the room in the gentlest dance, half-carrying me, half-waiting for me to follow his steps. “You're too precious to me to let go so easily.” “You wouldn't like it if other guys were looking at me?” I ask, mustering my strength to follow daddy wherever he takes me. “Not. One. Bit.” Daddy dips me slowly, before just as smoothly returning me to my feet. It's the simplest move, but it's one of those things that daddy does that makes me feel alive, as if I'm actually part of this dance, rather than a girl struggling to maintain her ba

“I’ve tried grounding. I’ve tried every damn parenting book your mother left behind before she jetted off to Europe for another month. None of it works with you.” My heart hammered against my ribs. I could feel the hard ridge of him through his sweatpants, pressing against my stomach. He was hard. For me. The realization sent a bolt of pure want straight between my legs. “So what now, Daddy?” I whispered, voice bratty and breathless all at once. “You gonna put me over your knee like the spoiled brat I am?” His grip tightened on my wrist, almost painful. For a second I thought he’d push me away, tell me to go to my room, pretend this tension didn’t exist.

"Are you my daddy?" ***

But before I could even read the first word— “Evelyn Skye Williams!” Uh oh. I jumped, the book sliding off the desk and landing with a thump. Daddy stood at the door with one eyebrow up and his arms crossed. He looked mad... but not really mad. “Hi, Daddy…” I gave him my best smile. “What did I say about my study?” he asked, walking over to me slow like a sneaky wolf. “That it’s off-limits… unless it’s an emergency,” I said, holding my hands behind my back. “Is this an emergency?” he asked.

I stammered. Firm hands suddenly grabbed me, jacking me off the ground and throwing over his shoulders. He turned. Smack. I jerked. My core walls clenched to the effect of the smack. “You dare to be stubborn to daddy?” He barked. My lips quivered not knowing what to say but deep within I knew he wasn't going to be harsh on me. Daddy can never be harsh on his sweet little girl.

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

I'm sure at this point my cheeks are red as a tomato. "You need fixing, Nicklaus. I will call my friend who's a pastor and I will ask him for help on how to fix you, there will be no gay in this family, Nicklaus." Daddy said angrily and walked out of my room, I don't know where he's going. After a while, daddy came back with some salt, he put it on the floor and I could not stop myself from swallowing my saliva with so much nervousness because I already have an idea of ​​what he wants me to do.

He stared at her red lips with a look that was hungry but absolutely ruthless. "Don't come crying to me when I actually do. Because once I start, I won't stop until you're broken." Lona flashed a wicked smirk. "I think I’d like being broken by you, Daddy..." Suddenly, the sound of Bella’s footsteps echoed back. Revan instantly straightened up, stepping away with a fluid, natural grace. By the time Bella walked back in, he was busy adjusting his rolled-up sleeves. "Finished your talk?" Bella asked cheerfully. "Totally, Mom. Daddy Revan is... surprisingly interesting when you get him one-on-one," Lona said as she stood up. She brushed past him, letting her hips accidentally bump his hand.