Daddy Pet Novels & Stories

My self-image was always perfect at all times because I never wanted Alpha to spot any untidiness in me. With my mouth slightly opened, I carefully wiped the excess lipstick smudge out of my face. "Hey, baby doll." Daddy's voice projected out of the phone causing me to quiver in surprise. I was so deep in thought I forgot I was calling dad on the phone. "Hey, daddy." My lips trembled in a muffled voice. My father was Epsilon Emilio and was the best daddy ever. "Baby doll, what is wrong?" Daddy always sensed when I was miserable and needed cheering up.

I call out barging towards her. "The fuck?" I ask between gritted teeth. She tries to remove her arm from my grip but I don't let go. Dante sees me and his eyes glimmer with excitement as he pushes his grabby hands to me, calling me out. "Dada. Me, please," he begs silently. I remove him from London's arms and place him on my shoulder where his hands go to my short cropped her, pulling it gently. "Hey, buddy. Be careful with Daddy's hair, you don't want him howling, right?" I ask and chuckle to myself.

I don’t even know how to start this without getting emotional. Daddy’s Little Pet started in September 2022 as a random story—one I never thought would leave my drafts, let alone receive so much love. And what a journey it’s been. To say I struggled is an understatement.

Without wasting time, he lined himself and thrusted in one swift stroke. “Fuck… me… harder… harder!” Rose held onto the desk tightly as he thrusted into her like a baberian, slapping and groping at her fat ass. “You’re so sweet baby. You like daddy fucking you this way, right?” He rasped out. “Yes!… Dadddy..” she moaned out. .” He slowed his pace, pulled out and slammed back in hard while his hands reached down, stroking her dick. The desk creaked as her body shook but he didn’t stop pounding into her. Every thrust was precise, deep and earth shattering as he silenced her screams with his hands.

Sometimes I call him a bug to make a joke. Ethan hugged Mommy too, and signed hello to Daddy. I don’t know if he likes Daddy very much. Ethan’s Daddy is Adrian, who was Mommy’s boyfriend for a while, but now he’s gone away. Daddy’s really happy about that, but it makes Ethan very sad. Sometimes I think Ethan hates Daddy. I hope not. I love my Daddy, even if he can be funny sometimes. Funny strange, not funny ha-ha. We were all standing around, kind of shuffling our feet, when Ethan looked in the kitchen and his eyes got big. He pulled on Mommy’s shirt and pointed.

He squeezes my nipples, pinching them just enough to make me gasp, and he’s groaning, hard against my belly his thigh presses between mine and rubs. “We don’t have to…” I begin, just to be sure. “I mean, if it’s weird, Spencer, we don’t have to… I just thought… for fun…” His eyes are darker than I’ve seen them in weeks. His smirk was dirty enough to make my tummy tickle. “Call me Daddy,” he says, and opens the door. “Please, pleasure me, Daddy!” I meowed.

“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.”

She pressed my head tightly against her mounds as I flipped my tongue on her hard nipple. “This is what you wanted, hun?” “Yes, baby,” she moaned. “This is what you’ve been looking for, hun?” I whispered, tugging her nipples with my teeth. “Oh, fuck! Yes, Daddy,” she cried. “Call me daddy again.” “Daddy,” she moaned, arching her back closer, her body pleading for more. “I miss you so much, baby. I don’t want you to stop, please.” “Hmmm,” I groaned as I planted kisses on her stomach until I reached her entrance, flipping my tongue on her clit.

fuck, why can't you stop with that voice. "Okay, Daddy. I'll be waiting, very..." I dragged out the word. "Very impatiently," he chuckled lowly. "You're going to behave for me, alright? I'll reward you," "I'd like that," I said immediately, submitting to Daddy Jackson. He's a soft Dom. They're just as bad as the hardcore Doms, that I'm aware. Jackson has a way of being gentle while messing with you most sensually. It's pure torture. I was interrupted by the knock on my door. I stood up to go and open. "I'm getting off the phone now, okay?"

clamps on my labia, pulling them wide as he fucked my ass, the tug intensifying every slide. 'Scream for Daddy, let the city hear.' Moans turned to wails. 'Ahh, fuck, it's too much... give me more!' His daddy fetish deepened our bond, roleplay weaving into reality. 'Call me that always,' he'd demand, spanking my ass red while I knelt. 'Yes, Daddy, punish your naughty girl.' Degradation laced with care. 'You're my worthless cumrag, but so fucking precious.'