Novel & Cerita Daddy Dom Stories

It’s like a coil low in my belly, tangled so tight that it threatens to explode from the force. “I wanna cum!” I gasp, feeling the overwhelming need to let go. Except I don’t know how. But I’m getting there. I’m climbing that ladder—that precious ladder to ecstasy. “Gordon, faster! Faster!” My phone pings, but I pay no heed. But then a voice comes through: a voice message. ‘Dedan, you and that Eli girl are fucked. Mom is back. Dad is back. I couldn’t help but expose you, and I can’t wait to see your pathetic faces. You think you’re smart, eh?’

“One, just one person, he was—” “I don’t care who he was.” Dominic’s thumb replaces his mouth on my clit, pressing hard, and he rises up on his knees so his face is level with mine. His chin is dripping. His lips are swollen and glazed. “He’s gone. Right now there’s only me. Say it.” “Only you.” “Only what?” “Only you, Daddy.”

"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.

Her chest was flushed, her legs spread wide, her eyes unfocused. Dennis stroked his cock as he watched her unravel. When she was near breaking, he knelt on the bed and pulled the plug out of her with one slow, steady motion. She screamed into the mattress. He replaced it with the head of his cock, pressing against the stretched opening. Her eyes flew open in shock. “Daddy—are you going to—?” “You asked for everything,” he growled. “So you’re getting everything.” He spit on himself, gripped her hips, and pushed inside her tight entrance. Her body tensed, the fit almost unbearable, but she took him inch by inch, moaning into the mattress.

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

By the time the car service pulled up outside my building, I was already aching, wet enough that I pressed my thighs together in the backseat and tried to breathe normally. Dom was waiting under the awning when we arrived. Black suit, crisp white shirt, top button open, no tie. He looked like trouble wrapped in money. When the driver opened my door, Dom extended his hand. I took it. His fingers closed around mine, firm, warm, possessive. He helped me out, then leaned close so only I could hear. “Daddy’s going to play with his little girl tonight,” he murmured against my ear. “No coming without permission. Understand?”

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."

I order and she obeys. These days, I'm starting to get obsessed with acting like a dom. No wonder Kaden was unhappy when I restricted him from doing it with my soul mate. I have always been her rightful husband and mate. It's just that she was so much in love with him too. In love with two hot men I guess. This Dom/sub thing can be so much fun, sexually. My hand rubs across her behind, smoothing one of her cheeks. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to punish," I tell her, slapping her behind.

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.

Too slutty just for him. My stomach was tightening and I could feel an orgasm building dangerously fast. It felt like an angry wave was in my stomach, forming a devastating erupt that might likely kill me. "I'm right there," Domenico growled, his body trembling against mine. "I'm right there, baby. Will you cum for daddy now?" I nodded my head so fast I felt pain in the back of my head. "Yes, daddy. I'm going to cum for you daddy." I cried out, clenching around him and I heard Domenico let out a shaky grunt.