Daddy Issues Novels & Stories

" I yell at him and he finally starts talking!. "You are not going to like this Melody or you may even think that I'm lying but I have proof so listen to me okay!......dad is having business problems! Problems who not solve themselves.....you know about a client who is linked to be a member of the Mafia?" "Yes! Hey, tell me on our honeymoon!"

“I see it in your eyes, bellissima. I see the way you look at me. You want something you know I’m very much capable of giving to you. You want a daddy and I can be your mafia daddy.” He told me and my whole system rearranged. He knew my darkest desires! I grew up with Daddy issues, wanting a man to care for and protect me. A man to provide for me, never letting me worry about anything in the world. A man to pamper me and give me endless orgasms. I wanted a father and a lover in one man. I wanted a Daddy.

He sat beside me and pulled me onto his lap, one hand resting possessively on my thigh. “What’s on your mind, babygirl?” he asked, voice gentle but firm. “Don’t hide from Daddy.” I hesitated, then whispered, “I was thinking about Mom… and what she would say if she knew what we’re doing.” Daddy was quiet for a long moment. His hand stroked my back slowly. “I think about her too,” he admitted. “She trusted me to take care of you. And instead, I turned you into my personal sex toy. Sometimes I wonder if I’m a monster for wanting you this much.”

Much to my surprise. "What the fuck?" I say startled; I have never even heard of something like this happening before. "That's right! Daddy is a free man" a huge smile stretching across his face. While mine turns to a grimace at him calling himself Daddy. This guy has serious issues, I mean, I knew that already I just never imagined they were so deeply rooted. "You really should, seriously consider seeing a therapist" I say blankly

Dada cut in smoothly, his gaze locking with Papa’s, “we are also a powerful family.” The tension between them shifted immediately. Papa turned to him, clearly not impressed. “God, Jay, you are not helping the situation,” he said, frustration slipping into his voice now. Dada leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his expression finally sharpening. “Helping the situation is understanding what is actually going on,” he replied. “And more importantly… how on earth our daughter got pregnant without sex.” That landed. Because that? That was the real problem.

He yelled at me but I pulled him till we were far. “Are you crazy! What is it!” “I heard what you said about dad!” I flung his hand away from mine. “You called him useless. How dare you! He pays your school fees and does everything for you? How can you and mum gang up against him!” “What? You’re insane.” He turned to go. “Yeah I am insane and my dad might be useless. But it’s nothing compared to you who has daddy issues. And your own dad who is a gangster. That is why mum left him, isn’t it!” I snapped angrily. Kelvin froze and I realized something odd.

He mused, running his hand through a shabby beard. "If I were you, I'd stop calling him daddy. It shows just how many daddy issues you have. And shave that vagina that you call a beard off of your face." I replied with a wink. This upset him. His face contorted into one of fury. It struck a nerve he had had ever since he was a little boy. My father might not have been the easiest man to live with, especially when it came to Jasper. Nothing ever pleased my father, even when his children excelled in everything. Even me. Jasper took a lot of crap from my father, but not as much as I did. "I'm not the one rebelling by playing house with a damn vampire." Jasper cou

"I have to tame myself too. The... This... We are fucked up. It... It can't get out. It will be too messy so I need to... I need to tame myself" "You are aching for me to touch you right now, Daisy. I don't think you are going to ever do a good job taming yourself. You are too wild to be tamed and you are so fucking beautiful while being wild. Don't try to tame yourself, Daisy. It won't work..." "Daddy..." My voice was breaking down. "You are so hot... Ughh" Daddy moaned as I undid his zipper and reached for his hard cock, still clothed in his briefs.

comment meant I sucked in bed, and that he set me up for a role play to spice things up, disgusted me. I talked to my therapist about the Daddy issue thing, and she said that I have unresolved issues with my father that I really need to work out if I want to end all my confusion. She said that unresolved issues doesn't mean that I have a fantasy to be with my father, but it was normal for women who have unresolved issues with their fathers to fantasize about things like this.

First time I heard someone refer to the other as kitten or daddy was in a joke at my old school. Then everyone had raved about the fifty shades series and I had watched all episodes of it. I didn't understand it then, I still don't now. I think only girls that have actual Daddy issues look up to other men, their age or older to play that role sexually. The fact that my own father left us when I was just four years old does not mean I have Daddy issues. I turned out fine anyway without any issues whatsoever.