Daddy It Hurts Novels & Stories

“Have mercy, please… have mercy,” I cried, my voice breaking. But he only dragged my hair back and kept thrusting into me again and again. Pain shot through my body with every movement. “Please, master… it hurts so much, please have mercy master.” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. But he didn’t stop, he kept plunging deeper and deeper with every thrust, by the look in his eyes, he treated me like nothing more than a toy beneath him.

"Humph! Of course, it has something to do with you! If the boss hadn't been in a hurry to come back to see you and had to fly directly to Gin City temporarily, he wouldn't have been ambushed by the Quinns. It was because he was unprepared that he almost lost his life!" "What did you say?! Mister Daddy was in a hurry to come back to see me?!" Naomi's pupils trembled violently, and her heart thumped wildly. She thought that she had no place in Mister Daddy's heart… Why did Mister Daddy's come back to see her in a hurry? Was he coming back to explain to her what happened in the hospital? Naomi's heart was full of mixed feelings, and Daniel's icy voice sounded again. "Humph! So he almost died be

I cry quietly as I sag forward, my buttocks hurting like hell, the cold air breezing the sting. I’m almost creeping away from his lap when he wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me back to him, his other hand steadying me so he can look at my tear stained face. “Did Daddy hurt you really bad?” He asks in that doting voice I love so much, like he really loves me and wants to do sick things to me... and I have nowhere to run to. I love it. “Yes. My butt hurts so bad. You hurt me!” I whine tearfully, pretending to be mad at him.

Charlotte's POV The moment my fingers touched my cheek, tears started rolling down. In my last life, even if I caused big trouble, Layson would just pat my head and pretend to scold me. But now, he had actually slapped me. My werewolf blood gave me faster regenerative powers than most humans, but it didn't ease the pain on my face. This wasn't just physical pain—it felt like a blade striking at my soul. That night, when I went back to my room, I got word that my documents were ready. I called my father. "Dad, could you book me a train ticket for tomorrow night? I want to leave as soon as possible."

I think this would only hurt him a little bit since I put too much lubricant on my dick and his asshole so that I can fuck him smoothly. "Fuck! I-it hurts, sir." Dom complained in gritted teeth as he holds Nick's waist firmly. "Shall I pull my dick out?" I asked Dom but I had no intention of pulling my dick out of his hole. "D-Don't pull it, sir." Dom's determined replied making me smile proudly at him. I slowly thrust my dick inside his hole, his moans filled the restroom. "Your dick is slowly pulling out of my hole, daddy Dom," Nick said.

And i find it hard to comprehend his words as another wave of unbridled pleasure engulfs me "What?" i manage to whispers amidst the pleasure overtaking my entire body. "it's not fair that you're the only comfortable one baby girl" "What do mean?" i croak out. "Can't you tell how uncomfortable daddy is?" he says, thrusting his raging monster cock against my buttocks, i almost bounce off his lap. He's so hard, hot, ready and huge against me. I should be scared but fear is far from me, When i open my mouth to speak i was shocked by the words that comes out of my mouth.

"Yes... Yes, I want that" "But what do we do? We can't go your way tonight because you were an especially bad girl earlier, raising your voice at your daddy" "I... I am sorry, daddy." I apologized. "Know what I say? Sorry doesn't fix everything but a good lesson will..." His last word came with a spank on my pussy. "Ah fuck!" I cried out with the sudden pleasure music with a sharp tinge of pain. "Da... Daddy" I whimpered his name.

More milk leaked, dripping onto his knuckles. “Leaking again already?” His voice was a growl. “ dumb little thing” Shame seared me. My thighs shook. “I—I can’t help it—” “Shut up.” His fingers pinched my nipple cruelly, twisting until I gasped, tears stinging my eyes. Pain shot through me, but it only made my pussy clench, wet heat spreading. “Daddy, p-please, it h-hurts—” “That’s the point.” He yanked harder, and another drop spilled. “Pain makes you wetter. Doesn’t it, slut?”