Daddy Dom Stories Novels & Stories

“Not unless I catch you.” Then his mouth claimed mine again, hotter this time, more demanding, and my hands curled into the sheets as his palm slid down, and in between my legs, teasing me. I gasped into his kiss when his fingers gripped the lace at my hip, tugging it down just enough for his knuckles to touch my bare skin. And then his teeth grazed my throat, his hand sliding lower, and finding my clit which was now throbbing. “Now spread your legs, princess. Daddy’s not asking twice.”

How could a trap be so sweet that I don't want to be free? Am I under a spell or something? A lot of thoughts ran through my head but it didn't stop me from wanting him inside of me. He unhooked my bra with his hand and kissed my lips and down to my neck. “The magic word, baby,” he spoke seductively into my ears and licked it. “Fuck me, Daddy!!!” “Fuck me like you own my life and you can end it when you want!!” I yelled. And a sudden movement hit my ears and snapped me out of my wild erotic imaginations

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

“Just the whole, uh, Daddy Dom stuff, I guess.” “Right. I’m a Daddy Dom. Have been for a long time, but after my sister died, I just didn’t feel it anymore. Or I didn’t want to get involved with Littles. I had sex. I dominated the women I had sex with if they were good with that. But that’s all it was. I didn’t want agirlfriend. I didn’t want a Little.” “And now?” she whispered. “And now, there’s you. My sweet, sassy, sexy Elle. All I see is you. You’re who I think about when I go to sleep and when I wake up with morning wood, you’re who I think about as I jack off.”

"You're going to be a good boy for Daddy. And if you please me, I might even let you keep the cologne." The word "Daddy" sent a shock through Leo's system. It was humiliating, and yet, it sparked a dark, forbidden heat in his groin. He was trapped, and this powerful, older man was about to claim his payment. "Stand up," Damon commanded. Leo rose to his feet, his legs feeling like jelly. "Strip. Let Daddy see what he's working with."

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

The force sends our bodies nudging, with his cock assaulting my slit. “Not now, darling.” He bends me over and palms the back of my head, trapping it to the bed. “Daddy likes what he sees.” And daddy takes it. Without hesitation, he runs the tip of his cock around my swollen cunt, teases for a short while, and rams in. Hot as coal! “Oh… god!” I cry, visible veins popping along my strained neck. I wriggle, finding freedom that refuses to come. Desperate and in deep torture, I bite down on the bed sheet, holding back the deep cry that pours out of my soul. My nails dig into the sheets while the second hand continues to fondle my breasts.

“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.”