Daddy Dom Stories Novels & Stories

Kept me right on the edge. “Please,” I gasped. Voice breaking. “Please breed me, Daddy.” He thrust deep again. Buried. Held still. “Beg properly.” “Please breed me, Daddy. Fill me up. Put a baby in me. Make me yours. I need it. Please.” He groaned. Thrust harder. Deeper. Hand tightening on my throat. Just enough pressure to make my head swim. Fingers rubbing my clit. Fast. Relentless. I came. Hard. Back arching. Screaming into his shoulder. Pussy clamping down. Squirting around his cock. Wetness soaking the sheets. Legs shaking violently.

“Your daddy’s friends are running a train on you in his dining room, and you’re still talking shit. I fucking love it.” He fucks me hard and fast, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip with bruising force. Dom doesn’t have Vincent’s patience or Marcus’s brutality. Dom fucks like it’s a sport — competitive and cocky and angled perfectly because he’s been watching the other three figure out what makes me cum and he’s using every piece of information against me. “Your little college boyfriend fuck you like this?” he pants, driving deep enough that I feel him in my chest.

The notification lit up my phone at 11:47 PM. KinkConnect: New match - DomDaddy_SFBay I was three glasses of wine deep, sprawled on my couch in just a t-shirt and panties, my hand already between my legs because I'd been scrolling through profiles for the past hour getting myself worked up. I clicked on his profile with my free hand, still slowly circling my clit with the other. Ryan, 34. Experienced Dom. Not interested in brats or princesses. Looking for a slut who knows her place and wants to be used properly. If you need your hand held through every step, swipe left.

The words tumbled out, and I felt my pussy squeeze around his dick when I realized what I just said. A stunned silence stretched on the other end. Then, Val’s voice, a whisper of disbelief. “Your daddy?” Dom chuckled, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through my body as he began a slow, deliberate thrust. His hips ground against mine, his balls slapping softly against my ass cheeks. “Yes,” I whimpered, feeling his immense length fill me completely. “My old black stepfather. He has… he has a gigantic cock.” “Don’t hang up,” Val commanded, her voice suddenly urgent, a spark of something new igniting within it. “I want to listen.”

“Yes… Daddy.” “Shh,” he said quietly, his voice commanding and calm, “I've got you.” Thick fingers teased my slick folds, circled my clit slow & firm, before slipping in, curling just perfect to that place. I bucked at him as he got me open with his thighs quaking, while he was stroking my clit in rhythm with his thumb. “That’s it. Let me hear how wet you are for me.”

I am quivering and lightheaded by the time Gabriel pulls his cock from my ass and barely remember being lifted off of Domenic, but the gentle kisses as they untie me and wash me up are enough to make my body quake with aftershocks of pleasure and the heightened sensitivity from this evening’s events. Domenic holds me and Gabriel holds him as Domenic whispers to us, “My first and only dom was my Papa…not my birth father, but a family friend. I went to live with him when I was seventeen. I saw how he looked at other men and I knew I looked at men the same way. I didn’t tell him until I was nineteen and he asked if I found him attractive because he had noticed how attractive I had become as I m

“Who is in control?” I gasp and moan at the fiery pleasure-pain as another orgasm rolls through my body. “You,” I say, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. “You’re in charge. Ohh…” “Daddy. Say, ‘you’re in charge, Daddy.’” My pussy clenches around his fingers at the taboo command. I’ve read my fair share of sexy books, and secretly love BDSM books. I may be a virgin but I’m far from naïve. One of my favorite independent authors writes books with daddy doms and I’ve always been intrigued. I often imagine myself in the heroine’s shoes… now is my chance to live out one of my most secret fantasies.

Of course, I dabbled in some kinky shit like this, but I was almost certain this man would take it further than those men in the past. Was it an experience thing? Or was he this domineering because of his position as a CEO and leader? I didn’t know, but honestly did it even matter. “Do you know how beautiful you look standing there with your ass out and legs spread begging for me to fuck you?” The man in question asks now. “Take a picture,” I smirk. “That way you can enjoy the view all the time.” “You’re being pretty bratty today.” Grant huffs, his body pressing against me and when his hand slips between my thighs and his fingers rub tauntingly against my clit, I immediately want to be even

I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper as his touch ignited a fierce longing within me. "Your father isn't here and as such I'd like to know more about how school is going?" "School is going great." I gasped, feeling his hand circle over the fabric of my clit. "Good." He replied, and his hand slid beneath my panty and into my wet core. His hand roaming over my wetness, I bit my lips to stop myself from moaning out loudly at his finger slipping into my pussy.

"Totally! I'm flabbergasted right now, that sounds exactly like that scene between Domino and Isobel." And she hasn't even heard the rest of it. Domino and Isobel were the main protagonists in one of my favorite erotica novels; Specific Taste. Domino was a dominant older man who introduced a young, nineteen years old Isobel to the inescapable world of abound lust and sinful pleasure. Domino and Isobel were lovers who craved each other with every fibre of their being. The Devil and I are not lovers, I have never and will never view him from that angle. N-E-V-E-R.