Daddy Dom Novels & Stories

My stomach flipped not with fear, but excitement. Dominic. All day, every ride, trapped in that luxurious limo with him. I bit my lip to hide my smile. “Daddy, come on. He’s just the driver. Do you really think stoic old Dominic can keep up with me?” “Forty-seven years old, ex-military, and more disciplined than you’ll ever be,” Daddy snapped, dialing. “Kane? Get in here. Now.” The garage door hummed open minutes later. Dominic entered, still in his crisp black suit from the night shift, sharp jaw set, dangerous eyes scanning me from head to toe.

“A few sips will help you relax.” “A daddy dominant is someone who likes taking care of his sub when she slips into little space. He likes making the decisions for her like when she goes to bed and what type of chores she needs to do. What punishment she gets for disobeying him or being bad,” Michel explained. “Just like you get different types of Doms, you get different types of subs.” “I try to cater for all those types but some types are extremely rare in our small town.” David smiled at us. “I’m glad to have all of you here tonight and hopefully I can help Sin unlock a few of her kinks.”

I order and she obeys. These days, I'm starting to get obsessed with acting like a dom. No wonder Kaden was unhappy when I restricted him from doing it with my soul mate. I have always been her rightful husband and mate. It's just that she was so much in love with him too. In love with two hot men I guess. This Dom/sub thing can be so much fun, sexually. My hand rubs across her behind, smoothing one of her cheeks. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to punish," I tell her, slapping her behind.

Chapter 1 Summary: Tom, nineteen-year-old, virgin. He’s been with his girlfriend for a while but so far they haven’t had sex. He’s feeling frustrated. Then his father sends him to do some work for one of his clients. Kate and Tammy, the clients, are in their mid-thirties. When Tom arrives they are in their bikinis, and soon enough they get out of them. Tom checked his watch, not for the first time. In fact, he had been checking it far too frequently. He couldn’t help himself, however. He had this day all planned out before his father knocked on his door and ruined all of his plans.

Who is this guy and how, did Dom get to know him? "Dom, who is he?" My curiosity getting out of me, I asked confused. I watched as a deep sigh left Dom's lip. "He's my son, Alissa. Ken.., Kenneth Domanco" He answered before taking a seat. Shit! Whenever he calls me that name then, I know something is not right somewhere. And, the fact that he has a son still amazes me. He never told me he has a devil called a son somewhere.

As I watched him , so many thoughts ran through my head at the same time and when I felt that slickness in between my legs , I knew what it meant . I was wet again . “Fuck”I cursed out as I rushed to my room . Once I got into my room , I shut the door And went to where I had kept my sec toys . I just wanted to satisfy myself with him being around , why was this urge for him was tearing me apart . ***** “No Brother , please don’t make me do this” I heard him beg my father for the tenth time . “ Please , I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to watch my daughter. I know Nora is no longer a kid , but I just want to protect her .

I’m hoping that when I explain this to my parents, they will understand if I explain it from the heart. "Have you been thinking about me?" he asked, his words laced with desire. "I've been unable to think of anything else but you all day." I would never get enough of hearing that, just knowing he had been thinking about me and only me. "Yes, Daddy," I replied. A dark lust clung to those three syllables, letting him know just how much I had been thinking of him too. The Daddy Dom role-play was cute, providing it stayed that way. I didn't want him to dress me like a toddler or force me to wear a diaper. Although, I could throw a monumental tantrum when things di

He starts stalking towards my house but Adrian grabs him to calm him down. The image changes and we are now inside my bedroom, I hear loud thumping footsteps approaching and it’s my father he is demanding to know why Dom is standing in my room. Dom spins on his heel and faces my father, the sick gleam in his eye tells me he is not about to play nice.

I had a reputation to keep, a life that made sense, and a simple view of who I was supposed to be. Yet here I was, curled under my blanket at midnight, sweating over a text from an anonymous man I had never seen. I scrolled up through the chat log, His profile had no face picture, just a single shot of his upper body, broad shoulders, a thick, muscular chest covered in dark hair, and a pose that radiated complete, effortless authority. His display name was DomDaddy. I swallowed hard, my throat completely dry, and forced my fingers to type out a response.

The first new Daddy was Adrian, a tall, commanding lawyer in his mid-40s with a silver tongue and a reputation for control. His introduction happened in a private suite at a downtown hotel. Liam watched from the corner as Adrian took me slow and deep on the king-sized bed, his thick cock stretching me in ways that made me moan like a whore. He fucked me with controlled dominance, his hands pinning my wrists above my head while he whispered filthy praise in my ear. I came twice before he filled me, and Liam reclaimed me immediately after, fucking me hard while Adrian watched with dark approval. The second new Daddy was Theo, a young, athletic venture capitalist with a massive cock and endless