Daddy Dom Stories Novels & Stories

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My prostate is stimulated repeatedly which leaves me unable to contain my sounds of pleasure. "Does my little slut like being used by another Dom?" Daddy asks as he pushes his cock into my mouth. It almost goes past my limit but is quickly pulled back to avoid making me gag. I nod my head the best I can with his dick in my mouth which makes daddy chuckle. "Such a little cock-slut."

“That sounds romantic. Tell me, are you going to continue being a sugar daddy to another woman after me?” He titled his head. “After you? I've not thought about the possibility.” “I get it but still–” “I don't want to do that. I just want to love you. Enough with the trick questions. You women are always restless. Sleep.” I tried going to bed, and that's when it dawned on me that Dane is such a liar. He in fact did not let me sleep. This crazy man raised my shirt up, well his shirt that I was wearing, and he climbed on top of me. He spread my legs wide, and he made me hold my hands onto the headboard and sometimes sheets for dear life, and I cried when he brutally fucked me from behind.

God. "Mmmm..." I jerked and gripped the white plush sheets. Then, he pushed inside. A long moan came out of me as he thrusted in and out. Pleasure reigned my body, and my face contorted in it. "Uhmm, D-dom..." I writhed under his arms when he went berserk. The next thing I knew, He was pounding. Hard and fast. "O-ohhh, daddy! F-faster!" Dom grunted and inched towards my face. "You want it harder, baby girl?"

The one I’d promised I’d read before signing. I got up and retrieved it from the living room table where I had left it. My mind raced as I thought of all the expectations he could have. From the contract and the way he took control in bed, I already guessed he was a Dom. My knowledge of BD.SM, though, was limited to a few movies and badly written books. I remembered how his voice had dropped when I’d said ‘Daddy.’ The way his eyes darkened. Yeah… definitely a Dom. I made a mental note to do some more research later as I read through the contract. Would he want to flog me or was he a dom that was into knife play? I had no idea but I was curious to find out.

He notices my change in demeanor and flashes me another one of his devilish smiles. “I can buy you clothes – however , I would like to know what you thought I meant you naughty little thing” he whispers in my ears. My blush deepens as I realize that I am an open book to him. Daddy doms have this ability to see straight through us , or are littles transparent? He moves away and jumps on my bed. He places his one arm against the wall and leans his head onto it. He look sexy as hell in that position , guess what? I am blushing again. I really need to start controlling this thing , does it have an off switch or something?

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."

“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.

“Say it again,” he demanded, slapping his heavy cock against my clit once more, harder this time. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want on your wedding night. Beg for it like the naughty little slut you are.” “I want your cock,” I moaned shamelessly, tears of desperation in my eyes. “I want my father-in-law to fuck me. Please, Dom… fill me up. Ruin me for him. Make me yours tonight.” With a deep, guttural groan of pure primal hunger, Dominic thrust into me in one powerful, claiming stroke.

“This cunt was made for me. Only me. No one else gets to touch you. Ever.” I was a moaning, shaking mess beneath him. Legs locked around his waist. Nails clawing down his back hard enough to draw blood. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, pleasure and pain twisting together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. “Beg,” he ordered, voice lethal. “Beg your husband to fuck you harder.” “Please…” I sobbed, voice wrecked and desperate. “Please, Dante- harder- don’t stop- I need you!”