Daddy Issues Novels & Stories

As I watched him , so many thoughts ran through my head at the same time and when I felt that slickness in between my legs , I knew what it meant . I was wet again . “Fuck”I cursed out as I rushed to my room . Once I got into my room , I shut the door And went to where I had kept my sec toys . I just wanted to satisfy myself with him being around , why was this urge for him was tearing me apart . ***** “No Brother , please don’t make me do this” I heard him beg my father for the tenth time . “ Please , I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to watch my daughter. I know Nora is no longer a kid , but I just want to protect her .

Kendra POV Daddy is in such a dilemma. I cannot have in trouble with his alpha. I know he will lot lie to his Alpha. I need to be such a good little for him. I want to do this for him. “Kendra, you did nothing wrong,” daddy says. “I know, daddy, but you could give me a good spanking. Spank me as I want,” I suggest to him. Daddy kisses my lips. Daddy is so sweet and so gentle. “How do you want daddy to spank you?” he asks.

The two girls might be good friends, but not too close to the point of violating the student-teacher relationship with too personal stuff. "He didn't attend the last block meeting, my daddy said to ask why when I was coming up," the girl explained, sensing but not understanding Kiersey's reluctance. "Oh," she said, relieved. She could give a straightforward answer to that without having to lie or tell the truth. "You know how busy he is running his multi-store business, what with the new branches just opened up." "Oh," Autumn said, shaking her head in thought. She seemed to be fine with the reply. "Daddy's still pissed though, he ought to at least reply to his broadcast message with somethin

I realize I’m still buzzing from my last orgasm, but as Fred begins to thrust in me, I feel another rapidly approaching. “Fuck, that’s a tight pussy,” he grunts. “You like Daddy pounding that little virgin hole?” “Y-yes, Daddy!” My reply startles me. I always knew I had “daddy issues,” but I never thought they were that bad. Sure, I was neglected, sheltered, over-disciplined and controlled, but… Okay, wow. Yup. I guess this is a thing I have. Fred is already showing me things I never knew about myself.

, I tell him folding my hands on my chest. “Daddy issues?”, he scoffs. “You failed to be a father, then why giving her title of the girl having daddy issues, Matthew? “, he asked me clenching his teeth. Seeing my reaction it boosted him more to taunt me and he did exactly testing my patience. “If it isn’t obvious, you are a failure, don’t your both kids hates you so much that they choose to live without your money and proving that they could make their own name without using your surname?”, he asks me raising his eyebrow.

So, Nolan helps with that whenever possible. “Baby girl, can we talk?” I hear quietly from Daddy as we walk back toward our vehicles. “Unless it’s pack related business, no.” I answer back without looking at him, but I pick up my pace a bit. It didn’t help, #shortgirlproblems. Daddy’s long stride reaches me quicky and he grabs my hand, halting me in place. But I don’t turn; I keep my head down, coiling in anger. It’s been months, yet the anger hasn’t passed.

"I get that the kids love him and I get that they are fond of him but in this case he put you through hell before he could trust you and he is doing the same thing to me now . " " Listen I get that this has been just a day from hell to put it lightly but I can't do little miracles that you have and count the blessings that you have to because some people would kill to have Daddy issues like you do I don't have any daddy issues I accepted the fact that my father had a butternut mint issues and it wasn't my fault that he was messed up from childhood but it is his fault for not creating a safe environment for me to express my feeli

"Where is your Daddy? Did he let your mother hurt you?” "Of course not! He’s not living in the house with us anymore. I told you that he doesn't come home much anymore because of his problems with Mommy." "What problem? She has a lot of money to spend on alcohol. What more does she want? Why did she do that to you?" "She wants me to leave the house because I'm not their real child. I'm relieved that Daddy came home and stopped her."

“We haven't even had the babies yet and you're already arguing about toys.” “They'll need options.” “They won't know what options are.” “They'll learn.” He shakes his head, smiling. The house feels different now and even with how the men treat me. The way they both look up whenever I enter a room. The way someone notices when I've been standing too long. The way concern has slowly stopped feeling like fear and started feeling like care. At night, we often end up together in bed, talking long after we should be asleep. Sometimes nobody says much at all. Sometimes one of them rests a hand over my stomach and we simply lie there.

He was dealing with an issue from her past that was a sensitive issue for her, one she wouldn't want to repeat. "That's quite the story." I said and he laughed out. "Why do men have to deal with issues from a woman's past. It's like we are being judged by their past, by the mistakes of others, I don't get it at all." He sounded confused, and I smiled because it was the truth. When a lady had Daddy issues she would use that to judge any other man in her life, rating them against daddy.