Daddy Dom Novels & Stories

Daddy can't blame me for screaming, I wasn't supposed to scream anymore, but the guy scared me, daddy was quick to hide me behind him, and both of my hands went into his shirt, hiding my face into his shirt. "Trent, what are you doing here?" daddy growls at the guy. "I'm here to visit, can't you see?" the guy answers with a dark smile, I peeked behind daddy's back and saw his eyes were silver just like daddy, he's another demon lord! "You're not welcome, why didn't you say you're coming?" daddy asks him. "We're brothers, no need to call in first," he says, but I don't agree. "What do you want?" daddy growls at him.

After I spoke, my father seemed momentarily taken aback on the other end of the line, then his tone turned excited. "My darling, you've finally come round. In Silvermoon City, you can study and explore, and you can even look for a partner. I've already contacted Carlson Bennett from the Blazing Sun pack. He has a strong bloodline and is about your age, and you'll both attend the same academy. "Charlotte, it's not wrong to want romance. But the right person matters. Give yourself a new chance." Hearing my father's words made my tears flow again. In my past life, he had also tried to persuade me, but I wouldn't listen. In the end, I wasted my life away.

He rolls his wrist around, jerking me off without rhythm. No, not without rhythm. With a punishing rhythm. God. Fucking. Fuck. “Daddy...” I moan, close to tears as his strokes are punishing. My ass digs into the bed, in my hands a fistful of sheets as he rocks my entire being. "That’s it, come like a good boy.” Right as my muscles bunch up at the pit of my stomach, he pulls his hand away. A string of cuss words fly out from between my lips.

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.