Novel & Cerita Daddy Dom Stories

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.

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

“I’ve been thinking about your cock, Daddy. I want it badly.” His mouth crashed onto mine, and I’d never been kissed like this. Hungry. Possessive. Like he owned me. His fingers pushed inside me—two thick digits stretching me, curling, finding spots that made my knees buckle. “So fucking tight,” he groaned against my lips. “Has that boyfriend of yours ever touched you like this? Has he ever made you come?” I shook my head, moaning into his mouth. “That’s what I thought.” He pumped his fingers harder, faster. “But Daddy’s going to take care of you now. Isn’t that right?”

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

Isabella managed to mutter in between her moans. “Yes, babygirl. Cum. Cum for daddy. Fill your daddy’s mouth with your sweet cum.” His muffled voice came and his movement became more ferocious and within seconds she came, filling his mouth wholly. He drank her each and every drop of cum and finally hovered her, aligning his dick on her hole. “Ready to be filled by daddy again, babygirl?” “Ye… Yes, daddy.” Isabella replied, breathing heavily.