Daddy Dom Novels & Stories

"Yes, Daddy." She rolls the word daddy off the tip of her tongue, her voice dripping with lust as I shove my hand down her thong and push my thick fingers inside her drenched pussy. Hearing her call me Daddy has always done something to me, and I can't quite explain it. It never was a thing I was into, even when I became a Dom. Still, I made my subs call me daddy, but none of them made me feel the way that Myla does when she calls me daddy. It's different when she says it, and I never want her to stop. She buries her face in my chest as my fingers play with her pussy, using her slick arousal to piston in and out of her with ease, sinking her teeth into my skin as she bites through my shirt.

the dominating man over me asked as he continued to devour my jaw and neck. “Yes Daddy. I lied. I wanted to breed you,” I dumbly answered as I felt myself sink deeper and deeper into my fuzzy head space due to Dominic’s intensely pleasure inducing love bites. “Good boy,” Dominic complimented making me feel pleased with myself. I definitely had a praise kink too when it came to the Daddy over me. I loved it when he praised me. I loved him so much already ! “Do you want Daddy to play with your baby hole here ?” he asked as he played with the outer folds of my rim making gentle, soothing circles around it with his fingers. “Or do you want Daddy to fuck you senseless ?” he gave the other choice.

Daddy doesn't want to hurt me, so his motions are slow and meticulous, feeding his baby girl slowly so she can adjust to his masculine domination. It isn't his role to stop; it's mine to submit. So I do, relaxing my ass as Daddy pushes deeper into me. The longer I relax, the faster he enters me and the easier he claims me, his cock driving in until his hips abruptly push up against my ass.

' His hand splayed over her belly, feeling the life inside, the primal connection fueling his dominance. 'I’m yours, daddy! Fuck—harder! Pound this pussy, make me scream! I need your cock destroying me!' She begged, voice breaking into moans, the raw urgency making her submit completely. Between his rough thrusts, he slowed just enough to tease, pulling almost out before slamming back in, forcing her words. 'Say it—beg for my cum again. Tell daddy to breed you deeper!' Bentley snarled, one hand gripping her throat lightly, the other pinching her clit, sending sparks through her.

I could hear him breathing, feel the heat of his body, smell his masculine scent mixed with the faint trace of my own arousal. Daddy pushed me forward onto my stomach, then pulled my hips up so I was on my knees with my face and bound arms pressed into the mattress. My ass was raised high, pussy and tight little hole completely exposed to him. He spread my knees wider with his hands. “Such a pretty view,” he murmured, running his palms over my ass cheeks. “Daddy is going to use you hard tonight. I am going to fuck you the way I have been fantasizing about for months. No holding back. No gentle daddy. Just pure dominance.”

"You're going to be a good boy for Daddy. And if you please me, I might even let you keep the cologne." The word "Daddy" sent a shock through Leo's system. It was humiliating, and yet, it sparked a dark, forbidden heat in his groin. He was trapped, and this powerful, older man was about to claim his payment. "Stand up," Damon commanded. Leo rose to his feet, his legs feeling like jelly. "Strip. Let Daddy see what he's working with."

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

With one of his hands reaching to my boob, he began to tweak it, and the other went up to seize my neck, pulling me up gently and pressing my back against his chest. “Da…Daddy!” I choked, my saliva trickling onto his hand. He brought down his hand and began to stroke my clit, playing and slapping it harshly, not leaving my ass out, as he continued to shove into me. He bent over and kissed my neck harshly, and then my back, my shoulders. “You’re so fucking sweet!” He hummed. “Daddy…I’m going to cum again.” I cried out and he went back to stroking my clit, more aggressive than before.

, he says as he lets his hand grip my hair in a bun. And with that, he takes total control, bobbing my head up and down and pushing his pulsing length inside my mouth. He continues on until his bulge start to grow even bigger in my mouth. As he takes it out, about to shove it back in, I take the opportunity to talk. With my tears filled eyes and aching jaws, I raise my head to look at him, licking the saliva that has dropped to the side of my face. "Shoot all of your cum here daddy, let me swallow it all."

He had just pulled the trigger on Roger, and sent his men to bury him out of sight, out of mind. Now, he's over here trying to make me see reasons why he should be the only Man touching me in places that pulls me out of the world. He roughly pulled my breast out of my dress and began sucking it slowly, licking and rolling his tongues in circular motion on my nipples. "Mmm, tell me you love it!" he groaned, whispering. I adjusted myself, grabbing his arms as I whispered, "Oh, I hate how you make me feel, Dominic!" He chuckled softly and said, "I need you to call me Daddy..Just Daddy."