Novel & Cerita Daddy Dom Stories

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.

Romano yelled but his dad wasn't answering, I guess that upset him cause he ran upstairs banging on every door he comes across, I stood in the living room waiting for him, he rushed downstairs sweating, obviously from anger cause he didn't see his dad "Boy, what are you doing here….!" We had a voice and look upstairs to see Romano's father in a suit with a stick of cigarette in his mouth I watch as Romano balled his fist in anger, I walked closer to him and begin to pat him on his shoulder, trying to calm him down I watch as his father begins to walk down the stairs smirking while puffing out smoke, he was on the last step when he suddenly stopped

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

And it’s been a week since we had a conversation and he never treated me like he normally would. If anything, we were now closer to one another. We would spend nights in each other's room, talking or having sex. Now Duncan wasn’t holding back because of the respect he had for my dad or anything. I got to see him in his real form. And I got to understand why he was always asking me if I knew what I was asking for. Duncan was a beast! A savage beast! Whenever he was having sex, he loved being dominant, I thought I loved dominant guys but he was on a whole new level.

"No, not yet. You don't get to cum until I do. Kitty, my little girl, we're going to seal our deal simply. If you want me to be your Daddy, and you want to be my little girl, you will give me your virginity." He stood tall. Long ago he had done away with his jacket, and all that remained was that collared shirt that contoured his muscular body so well. "So, my Kitty, do you want to give Daddy your virginity tonight?" There was a brief pause. I always thought it'd be with someone I loved. A boyfriend, one I'd been with for months. Not someone who I met the same day, not someone who I was now calling Daddy, and not someone anywhere near under these circumstances. This wasn't a typical circumst

She was crying out, a shameless, sobbing mess into the crook of her elbow, her toes curling as the climax began to rush back into her belly. "Daddy's gonna breed you, Vicky," Eden hissed, his breath hot and ragged against her neck as he delivered three final, earth-shattering thrusts that turned her brain to pure mush. "I'm gonna fill your tight little step-sister cunt to the brim." Victoria let out a broken, shattered scream as my walls clamped down in a violent, mind-melting orgasm. A split second later, Eden gave one last, deep shove, his entire body going rigid against hers as he let out a guttural roar, pouring a thick, pulsing torrent of hot cum deep inside her.