Daddy Dom Novels & Stories

"Missed you, baby girl. Lectures keeping you from Daddy too long?" I'd crossed the room in a daze, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the steady thump of his heart. "Missed you more, Daddy. All day thinking about your cock—how it feels stretching me, owning me." He'd groaned then, hands gripping my ass, lifting me effortlessly onto the desk, papers scattering like fallen leaves. "Show me how much you missed it." His fingers had hiked up my skirt, finding me bare and dripping, two thick digits plunging in without mercy, curling to hit that spot deep inside that made my vision blur. "Fuck, so wet already. This pussy's always ready for Daddy's big dick, isn't it?"

We are getting somewhere. “You want daddy to fuck you like a whore? You want my fat cock deep inside you?” “Dane…” I moaned, nodding my head, heavy with desire. “You can still say my name. I'm offended.” “What–” “By the time I'm done with you, you won't know how to fucking read or speak. You will beg me to let you go, and I won't.”

-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

“One, just one person, he was—” “I don’t care who he was.” Dominic’s thumb replaces his mouth on my clit, pressing hard, and he rises up on his knees so his face is level with mine. His chin is dripping. His lips are swollen and glazed. “He’s gone. Right now there’s only me. Say it.” “Only you.” “Only what?” “Only you, Daddy.”

My Dad would stammer, his face turning red with anger and confusion. My Dom would step forward, his voice low and commanding. “It means exactly what he says, Mason is mine. He submits to me, body and soul.” My Dad would lunge at him maybe, or yell, but my Dom would not back down. He would grab my arm, pull me close, and tilt my chin up with his free hand.

But the name just rolled off my tongue so naturally. "What did you call me?" His voice was deeper. I instinctively gulped. "Daddy..." I repeated. "Fuck!" He cursed and pinned me down again. "I need you to be good for daddy, baby girl..." I felt a familiar wetness pool down there. Dom first removed his tie, then his suit. His chiselled chest towered above me. Then, he put the tie on my head, covering my eyes. I couldn't see anything. I felt him grab my feet and pull me closer. His head neared my core and I felt his tongue play with my insides.

He was not choking me, not by any definition, but I could not breathe, just being aware that the Devil's hard, very much awake member was shoved into my back, knocked the air right out of my lungs. No, this was not normal. This is Domino and Isobel kind of behavior, I have made no research to back my conclusion, but I am certain that this is not how a step-father and his step-daughter normally act. I am a virgin. He knows that I am a virgin. Why is he doing this? Why am I secretly curious to know where this will lead to? This is how affairs begin and I am NOT that kind of girl. Before my mind could dwell on that, I was startled, chilled to the bone by my father's darkly deep voice.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

This man wasn't giving me chance to catch my breath, and I was feeling drowned by his powerful touches —he's amazing just like his son! "Yes, daddy!" I gasped sharply when he slash the kiss, and we both gazed at each other piercingly. Mr. Reagan's traveled to my thighs and he slipped into my pant, he flicked his fingers as he sorted for my pussy. Before I could say a word; he thrust his two strong fingers into my pussy. "Ow!" I moaned, my hands settling on his broad shoulders as he molested my pussy. Causing a series of emotions mixed with sensation to flush through my veins, the adrenaline was too much!

Jessie Lio: My mom's not coming. My father is dead, and my stepdad is a jerk. So, he won't be coming either. He crosses his arms over his chest with a petulant frown. Lucian Slater: Well, I'm not gonna let you stand here by yourself all afternoon. Lucian shakes his head and stands up. Lucian Slater: I'm Lucian, Gael's daddy, and he wouldn't want me to leave you out here either. He shrugs, but just then, the car door opens, and Gael hops out.