Daddy Princess Novels & Stories

Princess said. "Well, who do you think a celebrity is?" Christopher asked. "I don't know, they said you are popular and people who are popular are celebrities," Princess stated and felt proud of herself. "Well, you can say that about me but, don't let the internet and what people say fool you. Ask your daddy whatever you want to know. Ok?" Christopher said. "Yes, daddy. So, do you also have a daddy and mommy?" Princess asked. "I have a dad but I don't have a mommy. That means you have a grandpa." Christopher said.

"Michael said to stay with you. Can I help with dinner?" "Of course, baby. You can just sit and watch," I frowned at him. "That's not helping," I pointed out. "I know, but a Princess doesn't have to lift a finger, remember? We take care of our princesa," "Daddy, I want to help. It'll be fun," "Alright, I guess I'll let you help. This one," he said. "For now, let's go upstairs and let Daddy take care of you, mmh?" He said kissing my jaw. Now that's what I'm talking about.

Watching Jessica walk away from me, her hips swaying side to side, I groan and palm the bulge in my pants, my cock already hard and wanting to be free from the jeans I wore. I never would have thought that having her snuggled against me would turn me on so badly, yet I was struggling to not do anything more to my Princess other than play with her hair and rub her back. She just went through hell today and needs her Uncle Hunter, not a man ready to bend her over and worship her like the Queen she is.

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

he whispers into her ear, and her body thrilled at the shiver that had just earned her. “I am not going to fuck you that hard princess. I am going to fucking take it slow, and gently, while you moan out to me, whatever name you wish you .” without waiting for a second his mouth found her boobs, and the word escaped her lips. “Daddy.” she moaned harshly at how unexpectedly he took her nipples into his mouth. He pulled away from her. “That's right,” he sneers his eyes lurking with so many desires in them. “Call me Daddy,” he instructs and she nods her head.

he says pulling me close toward a hug, I smiled, enjoying being praised and hugged, it makes me feel so much better. "Daddy demon," I say deciding to ask him the question that was in my head. "Yes, princess? It's daddy no need to call me a demon," he says, but he is one. "What's your name?" I ask him, I keep calling him Mr. Demon Daddy in my head. "It's just daddy for you," he says making me whine, no fair.

“Daddy didn’t say…” “Your father has been far too soft with you,” she hissed. “But I will not allow such disgrace. You are a princess. You do not eat peasant food.” I cried harder. I couldn’t afford to make it so loud. But it was the deep, quiet, and broken kind. I could feel my throat get small and smaller with each pitch I hit inwardly. She turned away, muttering about “witches giving birth to bastards” and “ruining the royal line.”

She was staring right at me while her stepfather pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips like he owned her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Oh god! Yes! Daddy!” Daddy. That word sent jolts of pleasure down my spine. My head turned, looking at him. Vaughan. My own daddy. “Light!” he ordered, like he saw me watching him. My gaze returned instantly to my supposed job. “Right there! Fuck me like you’re taking what’s yours!" Princess shrieked, her body arching into a violent, shaking climax. “Ooohhhhhh!” She screamed her satisfaction in a long, high note that echoed off the secret walls.

"Yow hansam daddi" [Your handsome daddy] Just you wait! I'll get my revenge someday! but for now, smile princess "Give me your dirty hand" 'I never touched anything dirty!!' "okey daddi" And so I gave him my little cute hands he started to walk slowly. He bent his knees when he notices how uncomfortable I am. well he's tall But is this really the guy who'll stare at 'Princess Ledecia' with cold eyes and hatred?? But he's being a bit nice to me.

"Daddy, would you buy me a dress?" I looked up at him with wide eyes, my small hand tugging at his shirt. He was so tall, so strong. My hero. "Yes, sweetheart. What kind of dress?" "Like a princess dress! With sparkles and everything!" "And I would be a princess, right Daddy?" "Yes, Aurora. You are my little princess." I giggled, spinning in circles around him. "Will you teach me to dance like princesses do?"