Novel & Cerita Daddy Dom Erotica

“What the hell is a daddy dom?” Glancing around, she shrugs. “What we have isn’t technically a daddy dom thing. The daddy sex thing doesn’t have a thing to do with wanting to fuck your daddy. Sure, some women might be into it. But it’s about how your daddy is the first man who ever loves you unconditionally—supposedly.” Our eyes meet, emphasis on supposedly.

] 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.

-IRIS (newbie) I hit send quickly still feeling kind of silly for asking this girl for this type of guidance. I smiled, closed my computer, and laid back on my bed. I started to scroll on my phone searching Google for more information about daddy-doms, and what it meant to be a baby girl. In all seriousness, it seems as if a daddy is more protective, more nurturing, and more caring than a regular dom. They enjoy punishments like spanking, making their girl stand naked in the corner, edging (What the hell is that?), and quickies that only please them. Rewards would be shopping sprees, movies, cuddling, orgasms, and doing his baby's favorite things. I also read about bratting, which I am prett

Too slutty just for him. My stomach was tightening and I could feel an orgasm building dangerously fast. It felt like an angry wave was in my stomach, forming a devastating erupt that might likely kill me. "I'm right there," Domenico growled, his body trembling against mine. "I'm right there, baby. Will you cum for daddy now?" I nodded my head so fast I felt pain in the back of my head. "Yes, daddy. I'm going to cum for you daddy." I cried out, clenching around him and I heard Domenico let out a shaky grunt.

The one I’d promised I’d read before signing. I got up and retrieved it from the living room table where I had left it. My mind raced as I thought of all the expectations he could have. From the contract and the way he took control in bed, I already guessed he was a Dom. My knowledge of BD.SM, though, was limited to a few movies and badly written books. I remembered how his voice had dropped when I’d said ‘Daddy.’ The way his eyes darkened. Yeah… definitely a Dom. I made a mental note to do some more research later as I read through the contract. Would he want to flog me or was he a dom that was into knife play? I had no idea but I was curious to find out.

“Daddy’s going to teach you how to please that greedy cunt of yours. I’m going to spoil you rotten—make you cum so hard you forget your own name.” He guided me to the couch, positioning me on my back first, legs spread wide in missionary. The vibrator hummed against my clit as he slid his cock into me slowly, inch by torturous inch, filling me to the brim. “That’s it, take Daddy’s fat cock,” he praised, thrusting deep and steady, the vibe pressing just right to make stars burst behind my eyes. My walls clenched around him, milking his length as he rocked into me, our bodies slapping together in a filthy rhythm.

The towel around his waist felt tighter by the second. Finally, he typed again, his inner voice turning cold and commanding. Dominic: You really are Daddy’s little whore, aren’t you? Renata: …Yes, Daddy. Dominic: Good girl. Now turn on your camera. Daddy wants to see how wet you are just from thinking about both of them. He had just sent the last message when his phone vibrated again. This time it wasn’t a text—it was a call from Renata. Without hesitation, he answered.

“Who’s your daddy?” She couldn’t answer, not yet, not after she was panting and her core was hot from overstimulation. Her mouth was open, panting and moaning but no words came. So Damien did what any true Dom would do. He doubled down. He pulled out suddenly, dragging the slick of her arousal across her inner thighs with the head of his cock. She whimpered at the emptiness, her legs trembling. “Not answering?” he growled. “Then I guess I’ll just have to beat it out of you.”

"Daddy, please." "Please what Bambina. What does Daddy's little slut need?" "You, I need you. I want you." "Just remember this is what you asked for." He pulls out of me, I start to protest but before I can even find the words, he slams back into me in a repeated rhythm. "Fuck GreenLee, So wet, tight. That's it choke daddy's cock." My walls start to squeeze him. Before I can come undone he pulls out and flips me to my knees and slams back in causing me to scream out in pain and pleasure. "FUCK DADDY!"

Breath ragged against his palm. He slowed. Edged me. Pulled out right when I was about to tip over. I sobbed—quiet, frustrated—hips pushing back chasing him. He pushed back in. Fucked me hard. Fast. “Beg,” he growled. “Please,” I gasped against his hand. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.” He groaned. Thrust deeper. Fingers rubbing my clit fast. I came again. Hard. Body convulsing. Pussy spasming around him. Wetness soaking the sheets.