Daddy Dom Romance Books Novels & Stories

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.

'You're mine to use now,' he says, positioning himself behind me. His dick nudges my entrance, slick from my arousal. 'Beg for it.' 'Please, daddy,' I whimper, pushing back. 'Fuck me. I need you inside.' He thrusts in with one brutal stroke, filling me completely. I cry out, the stretch burning sweetly. He doesn't wait, pounding into me hard, his hands gripping my hips, bruising. 'So tight,' he grunts. 'Taking my dick like a good little slut.' Each slam drives deeper, his balls slapping against me, the bed creaking under us. Emotion swells— this is wrong, forbidden, but it feels right, his dominance wrapping around my submission like a lifeline. 'Harder,' I gasp. 'Claim me.'

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

"Daddy's eager slut. Swallowing my load and still begging for more. Bet you'd let me fuck you raw in front of your parents window if I told you to." The orgasm tore through both of us, leaving me limp and sated. But the balance shifted. The plot thickened with tension. Dominic started warning me about system limits, hints that prolonged use could blur lines between virtual and real. I ignored it, craving more. The sessions escalated in variety and intensity. Slow, sensual nights where he worshipped every curve of my body... kissing down my spine, eating my ass until I screamed, then sliding into me missionary-style so I could see his face contort in pleasure.

I am quivering and lightheaded by the time Gabriel pulls his cock from my ass and barely remember being lifted off of Domenic, but the gentle kisses as they untie me and wash me up are enough to make my body quake with aftershocks of pleasure and the heightened sensitivity from this evening’s events. Domenic holds me and Gabriel holds him as Domenic whispers to us, “My first and only dom was my Papa…not my birth father, but a family friend. I went to live with him when I was seventeen. I saw how he looked at other men and I knew I looked at men the same way. I didn’t tell him until I was nineteen and he asked if I found him attractive because he had noticed how attractive I had become as I m

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?"

Then his tongue on the welts, soothing it before he mounted me, his cock thick and veined, slamming into me deeply. I could not shake those images from my head as I stood there by the gate, my hand still gripping the cool metal. My dad's voice faded into the background, but my mind plunged deeper into the fantasy, pulling me under like a strong current. I imagined walking through that front door one day, not alone, but with a Dom at my side. His arm heavy around my shoulders possessively , his fingers digging into my muscle just enough to remind me who owned me now. My dad would look up from his chair, his face twisting in shock as he saw us together, me, his son, clinging to some older man.

he whispered against my ear, his voice rough and low. I heaved a breath. My heart was thundering in my chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. "But—" "Shhh. There is no but." He placed his thumb over my lips, silencing me. His gaze drifted down my naked chest, his eyes widening. "Look at you. Your nipples are already so hard for me. You want this just as bad as I do." "I…," I breathed, my hands resting against his bare chest. It was always like this. No matter how much we fought, one touch from him destroyed my defense. I was addicted to the danger of him.

Then he licked the blood off my inner thighs and pussy lips from my broken hymen, soothing every last twinge of pain away as I moaned. Daddy was up and kissing me at the same time he shoved that fat dick back into me. His words, the fact that his tongue probed my mouth, making me taste my pussy and blood, had my orgasm exploding out of me faster than I could even comprehend. It came out of nowhere, claiming me just like my daddy was. “Oh yes! Fuck me, Daddy. Fill me up.” “I’m going to fill you up with so much of my thick, hot cum it’s going to be dripping out of you for days. You’ll always remember where Daddy was.”

“I’m your owned breeding whore. My body and womb are your property.” He kissed the back of my neck tenderly, still buried deep. “Good girl. From now on, when we are alone, you will call me Father… or Daddy when you’re begging to be filled.” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned softly, clenching around his cock. He rewarded me by fucking me again, slower this time, more intimate, until he filled me with a second massive load. Only then did he pull out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked from my ruined pussy onto the sacred altar.