Daddy Dom Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Then I remembered he always praises Jade. “Shut up,” I yelled, but deep down, I was completely taken aback. How on earth could Jade... but then I find myself wanting to hear more of the conversation that is taking place in the bathroom between Jade and Kate? “Dom has enough money to take me to school.” What, Dom? The fact that she called me Dom did something to both the beast inside of me and the tail that was wedged in between my legs. This girl just knows how to stir things up and leaves me wondering if she is the perfect sub.

“Your daddy’s friends are running a train on you in his dining room, and you’re still talking shit. I fucking love it.” He fucks me hard and fast, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip with bruising force. Dom doesn’t have Vincent’s patience or Marcus’s brutality. Dom fucks like it’s a sport — competitive and cocky and angled perfectly because he’s been watching the other three figure out what makes me cum and he’s using every piece of information against me. “Your little college boyfriend fuck you like this?” he pants, driving deep enough that I feel him in my chest.

I begged, grinding down deep then bouncing frantic, tits jiggling heavy, pussy creaming down his shaft wet and loud. He slapped harder, gripping my cheeks spreading them wide to watch his cock disappear inside me. "Good girl... taking every inch like a slut. Daddy loves watching you ride reverse, ass bouncing on my big dick." Thunder boomed as I rode harder, lightning illuminating us—his hands slapping rhythmic, my moans turning desperate. "Daddy, gonna cum... your cock's too deep!" "Cum for me," he ordered dominant, one hand sliding around to rub my clit fast, the other slapping my ass red. "Clench that pussy and cum hard on Daddy's cock."

“Just the whole, uh, Daddy Dom stuff, I guess.” “Right. I’m a Daddy Dom. Have been for a long time, but after my sister died, I just didn’t feel it anymore. Or I didn’t want to get involved with Littles. I had sex. I dominated the women I had sex with if they were good with that. But that’s all it was. I didn’t want agirlfriend. I didn’t want a Little.” “And now?” she whispered. “And now, there’s you. My sweet, sassy, sexy Elle. All I see is you. You’re who I think about when I go to sleep and when I wake up with morning wood, you’re who I think about as I jack off.”

“My little girl likes being spanked by her daddy, doesn’t she?” “Mnnnnngghhhh…” I can’t answer him coherently. Dominic’s finger pushes between my lips and finds my pussy, thrusting in with a confident, commanding stroke. Oh, god. Oh, fuck, yes. I need more than his finger. I need his cock. I need him to take me. Chapter Four Dominic

"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.

He growled, pulling out a little so I could see it glistening before he pushed it back in, deep. "Yes, Daddy! Oh yes! I love your big fucking dick inside me!" I moaned as he groaned,grabbing my breast as they swayed on my chest. Then he squeezed, as he leaned over, planting a hard kiss on my lips. "That's right, baby girl, take Daddy's big cock. Oh those fucking tits..." he said as he slapped them, thrusting deeper and deeper, "mmm hell yeah, so gorgeous!" "Yes daddy, don't stop, don't fucking stop," I pleaded, feeling the tickle between my legs rising to an impossible hum.

Dominic's voice was dangerously quiet. "I walked in on them tonight," I continued, the words spilling faster now that I'd started. "In our bedroom. In our bed. She was... she was sucking his cock, and he didn't even stop when I came in. He just told her to keep going." "That fucking bastard," Damian growled, his hand curling into a fist on his thigh. "And then—" My voice broke, and I had to force myself to keep going. "Then he told me he wants an open marriage. Said our sex life is boring. That I don't excite him anymore. That he needs variety."

And my whole body dissolves in the molten lava of my release. “Fuck, yes,” Daddy growls, and lets himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushes deep – as deep as he can go, splitting me in two – and then holds himself there. His large body strains, tenses… and he rides the undulating, pulsing waves, just lets them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.