Novel & Cerita Daddy Dom

By the time the car service pulled up outside my building, I was already aching, wet enough that I pressed my thighs together in the backseat and tried to breathe normally. Dom was waiting under the awning when we arrived. Black suit, crisp white shirt, top button open, no tie. He looked like trouble wrapped in money. When the driver opened my door, Dom extended his hand. I took it. His fingers closed around mine, firm, warm, possessive. He helped me out, then leaned close so only I could hear. “Daddy’s going to play with his little girl tonight,” he murmured against my ear. “No coming without permission. Understand?”

“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.

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

Once my dick got freed from my brief, Dom immediately starts masturbating it. "I want to suck you daddy Zie and Daddy Dom," Nick said in a needy voice when our lips parted. "What do you think, Dom? Are you a sucker or you want someone to suck you?" I asked Dom jokingly. "I can do both things, sir. But this time, I want your boy to suck me real good." Dom replied as he steps back and stands beside me, he starts to remove his belt and slightly lowered his pants. Nick, on the other hand, got down from the sink and knelt in front of Dom and me, like a horny slut waiting to devour our dicks.

“Yes, Daddy.” He freezes. I open my eyes, suddenly aware that this isn’t play, this isn’t a scene, and that I really am, in fact, being spanked by a dom. And I just called him Daddy. My ass is on fire, my clit pulsing for attention, and all he does is lift me up off the desk and spin me around to look at him. “Did you just call me Daddy?” he growls. I fucked up. Oh, God, I totally fucked up. He’s going to hate me. He’ll push me away and never want to do this to me again. My one chance at being dommed, and I blew it with my big mouth.

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.

Why I chose him in the first place. Daddy doesn’t mean he’s into age play. DDLG, Daddy Dominant Little Girl, Is just a softer side of domination and submission that focuses more on the provider and caregiver essence of our natures. A direct opposition to the ‘bleed or beg slave’ mentality, I have with men. I’ll never put my hands on a woman to harm her in any respect. No matter the branch, all play is between parties who are aware of what they’re getting into, consenting, and age appropriate.

Daddy Dom Noah was back and this time I wasn't going to make a mistake. "Very good baby girl. You're already making Daddy proud. On your knees." I guess we were skipping the undressing piece. "I want you to worship my cock until I tell you to stop. You are not allowed to cum, you are not permitted to touch yourself even. I would bind your hands but, no, I want you to use them with that pretty little mouth of yours." I was already on my knees whimpering up at him like a lost puppy waiting for instructions. He didn't say to undress him.

“College is treating you right, Ava. Those legs… fuck.” Jax, the loud construction king with arms like tree trunks, grinned wide and crude. “Jesus Christ, girl. When did you get an ass like that? I used to bounce you on my knee. Now you’re walking around with these tiny shorts riding up your crack, tits bouncing, making four old bastards rock hard just by bringing us drinks.” My face flushed hot, but I laughed it off, flipping my hair. “You guys are already shitfaced.” Dad chuckled from his seat, eyes bloodshot, his pile of chips almost wiped out while the others sat on fat stacks. He’d been bleeding money hard all night.

Something genuine. "You really think you can handle that kind of responsibility?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "Being a Daddy isn't exactly easy, you know. It isn't just about power or control. It's about taking care of someone else, ensuring they're safe and trust you. You can punish them when you get upset like with your slaves." Dom didn't hesitate. "We know. That's why we want to start with Mag. We thought maybe we could make him our slave, show you we're serious. Help you show him what he needs to see before turning him back into the world?"