Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant Novels & Stories

“Let Daddy feel this greedy pussy milk my cock.” The orgasm tore through her violently. Bella screamed, walls spasming around him as waves of blinding pleasure crashed over her. Damien followed with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself deep and flooding her with thick, hot cum. He held her there afterward, still impaled on his cock, stroking her back and whispering praise. “Such a good girl taking her risky punishment. My perfect little pet.” Bella collapsed against his chest, collared, claimed, and utterly spent. The charity gala felt like another world. Here, in the dark back seat with Daddy’s cum leaking down her thighs, she had never felt more owned.

Chapter 20 Duncan At the table, I sat with the investors, maintaining a calm expression even though I was barely paying attention to their conversation. The place was one of the city's exclusive restaurants; only the one percent of the percent could afford to dine here. That was the reason Lyra picked the restaurant to begin with, to give our investors nothing but the best services. Across the room sat the secretaries of various investors, including Lyra. I barely realized when she walked in because I didn’t let her come with me after the stunt she pulled this morning.

“Boring as hell, sweetheart, but thinking of coming home to this, your tight little body in lace, serving me like my personal whore, got me through it. What about you? Been touching that needy pussy all day, dreaming of daddy's thick cock stretching you?" His words made her squirm, her thighs pressing together as she nodded, feeding him a roll-up of chicken and roasted red pepper, the smoky flavors exploding. “Only for you, daddy. I baked the cake too, but that's later. Eat up, you'll need your strength to punish your kitten for being so bold tonight."

Angel: And if I don’t? Daddy: Then tomorrow, at the restaurant, I will bend you over and fuck you for everyone to see as punishment. My pussy clenches, but I do as I’m told. I don’t particularly want to be arrested, but Jesse does tempt me. Would he actually do it? Fuck. I can’t stop imagining it now as I warm up some pizza and grab a beer.

aunty Athena says, she's a meanie too, nu like her no more. "I want to go to daddy," I say, he's the only nice one. "Daddy is busy and don't you dare teleport him in," she says, why is she so mad at me, fine I won't teleport him in, I'll teleport myself over. I closed my eyes putting my focus on me, then imagining daddy, but instead of telling my magic to bring him in, I told my magic to take me over to him. "Yess!" I say proud of myself, I did manage to teleport but now that I'm seeing where I'm, maybe I was better at his room, this looks like the dungeon, Damon and Trent were both here, shirtless, with blood and bruises all over their faces.

I twirled, letting the dress dance around me, "What do you think?" "You look absolutely breathtaking," he said, his admiration evident. As we stepped into the fancy restaurant, the ambiance whispered of romance. Soft hues of candlelight flickered on the tables, and the scent of decadent dishes wafted through the air. Seated in our intimate corner, we delved into a world of possibilities. The conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving through topics that ranged from the trivial to the profound. Amidst the clinking of cutlery and the hum of background music, we found ourselves discussing the future—our future.

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“Soon, zolotaya. Maybe after next week. If your Mommy doesn’t turn into a dragon and cancel everything.” “I have never turned into a dragon,” I said. Mama clicked her tongue. “You were born breathing fire.” “How romantic.” Poppy lifted both hands to the camera, her little bracelet shaking with them. “When you comes, we get gelato, pizza, and no asparagus.” “Deal.” “And Daddy too?” I cleared my throat. “Daddy’s working, sweetheart.” Poppy nodded, not remotely aware she had just set a small bomb down on the white linen. “But later maybe.”

A tall, elegant man walked in—the very same Boss she had seen the night before. May instantly stood up and ran over to him, helping him remove his coat while speaking to him tenderly, like a devoted wife. “Darling, our daughter and I have been waiting for you to have dinner together.” Damien glanced at Emma. She was so frightened she didn’t know what to do until her mother gently reminded her, “Emma, aren’t you going to greet your father? From now on, Mr. Thorne is your father.” Emma quickly stood up, bowed her head low, and spoke softly, “Father, welcome home.”

You continue to surprise me. Jane- What’s your biggest sexual fantasy? Hunter- To participate in a sex orgy. Hunter- I’ve heard about orgy clubs in europe. It’s my dream to visit an orgy club and have mindless sex with pretty skanks, who only speak spanish. Jane- That sounds adventurous. Hunter- Perhaps I could take you with me. I could sit back and watch your pussy hole being plundered by random dicks. Jane- Nick would definitely cut your dick off if you ever do take me to an orgy club in Europe