Novel & Cerita Daddy Dom Stories

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 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.

' That's why I spent most of my time f*cking different women because I had no interest in the sh*tshow my father was running here. I heard him pouring another glass of whiskey. "I built this pack up from nothing with my bare hands!" "Paws," I clarified. "Wolves have paws, not...." My father threw the glass in my direction, something he seemed to enjoy doing. He missed by a mile, and I didn't even have to shift to dodge it, he was that far off. "You ungrateful f*ck. That's why I wanted an heir from Rodri's daughter!" he confessed.

This man wasn't giving me chance to catch my breath, and I was feeling drowned by his powerful touches —he's amazing just like his son! "Yes, daddy!" I gasped sharply when he slash the kiss, and we both gazed at each other piercingly. Mr. Reagan's traveled to my thighs and he slipped into my pant, he flicked his fingers as he sorted for my pussy. Before I could say a word; he thrust his two strong fingers into my pussy. "Ow!" I moaned, my hands settling on his broad shoulders as he molested my pussy. Causing a series of emotions mixed with sensation to flush through my veins, the adrenaline was too much!

We kiss and he fucks me right. “Ugh!” I grunt out, that wonderful sensation filling me again. “Rub that clit for me, baby,” he says, and I happily oblige. “Yes, Daddy, anything you want.” “Rub it good.” “I’ll rub it so good for you.” “I want you coming all over this dick inside you.” “Yes, Daddy, I’m going to cum all over that big fucking dick of yours.” “I’m going to make a huge mess inside you.” “I want it all. I want every drop of your cum.”