Daddy Dom Stories Novels & Stories

Daddy pleasurably fingered my ass as he stroked my dick. "Who is your Daddy?" He spat at my body. "Dominick Storm," "Shout thy name of your father!" I felt like I will pass out from the pleasure he is giving me. "Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Please, Daddy, let me cum!!" I shouted on top of my lungs not minding the people who can hear us. My toes curled up as my vision became blurry. "Cum for thy Father, Baby," I hollered as my seed squirted. "Ngaaaaaaahhhh!!!" "Thank you, Daddy"

I growl at him. It’s not as if I have no clue how to be a Daddy Dom. I do. I’ve had boys before. I would have short contracts with brats between jobs. They all begged for another contract, or to extend theirs. I never did. They were temporary because they weren’t this man, nor were they the woman I longed to be mine. They weren’t this man before me, pleading to be punished. They weren’t Ransom. They weren’t Carley, either. Ransom licks his lush bottom lip. “Okay,” he rasps.

I think it is because I am a student who has to share my time between my studies and him, his thoughtfulness warmed my heart. We are only to meet during the weekend. Friday night to Sunday night. During which time my phone must be switched off. He is not dictating what I eat or wear like I read online that other Doms demand from their Subs. I don't know why I was skeptical about going through the contract before. There was nothing inherently over the top about it. He requested my explicit consent for all sexual experiences and also added a clause that allows me back out whenever I want and also to communicate what I wasn't comfortable with.

“This is only the beginning of how Daddy likes to fuck you, sweetheart. Tomorrow night we will go even further. I have so many ways I want to use my baby girl. And you are going to love every single one of them.” He leaned down and kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth once more while his cum continued to drip from my thoroughly used body. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered against his lips, already aching for more of his dominant side. “I am yours to use however you want.”

The man thunders spitting blood out of his mouth. “ Donald Toms ..... Long time no see ” Lord Royale D'embert calls drawing his attention . He stares menacingly at him and then his face became expressionless making Donald unable to decipher his next action . “ You dare come into my fuckin' den to give my money after fleeing when It was past the date for payment . You dare step your filthy feet in my territory ...... You are a dead meat . ” Lord D'embert growls lowly . “ I am here to take my wife and daughter . Here is your money .” Donald replies dangling a bag loosely in Lord D'embert's face.

A sharp pain and a strange kind of warmth ran in my lower abdomen which makes me disgusted till this date. I cried and recalling it vividly I cried a lot after that. After that i grew used to remain alone, became quiet, afraid, and rebellious. Most importantly I started hated women. It was when I became heartless, decided that I would become strong enough to be able to run this specie called women. Why did it change everything in me drastically? Because when I told my father about all that he denied and didn’t believe me.

The first new Daddy was Adrian, a tall, commanding lawyer in his mid-40s with a silver tongue and a reputation for control. His introduction happened in a private suite at a downtown hotel. Liam watched from the corner as Adrian took me slow and deep on the king-sized bed, his thick cock stretching me in ways that made me moan like a whore. He fucked me with controlled dominance, his hands pinning my wrists above my head while he whispered filthy praise in my ear. I came twice before he filled me, and Liam reclaimed me immediately after, fucking me hard while Adrian watched with dark approval. The second new Daddy was Theo, a young, athletic venture capitalist with a massive cock and endless

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.

He asked, furrowing his brows. I smirked recalling how he had looked at me earlier when I licked my finger. I didn’t know much about Carl, we have been five years apart, but I had heard a little conversation when I was twelve, my father had advised him to settle down with someone rather than fooling around with multiple ladies. I didn’t know the full meaning of what it meant then, but seeing him with Nora earlier, how he kissed her, it made me wet, it made me want to feel every bit of his touch, even if it was just for a day.

The blunt, slick head of his cock was already pressing against my overly ready entrance. “I need you to bounce on it like it’s a fucking bouncing castle. Understand?” It was the voice of Dom Grant, authoritative, detached, and it turned my bones to liquid. “Yes, Daddy,” I purred, leaning my head back and taking him inside me in one smooth, devastating stroke. I started to move, a slow, torturous rhythm, but his patience was gone. His hands gripped my hips, his own thrusts becoming frantic, a silent, desperate plea for more.