Daddy's Coming Home Novels & Stories

“Daddy is coming. Everything will be okay like I promised. When I get you home, I’m going to strip you naked and fuck you slow and deep for hours. I’m going to fill you with my cum again and again until you forget every bad thing.” The night road stretched ahead of me. Kael was broken. But my baby was coming home. And nothing would ever take her from me again.

I hear my father snicker and I send a glare down his way. Kate and Colby look confused and a little guarded. I feel like I am the only one not understanding what is going on. Clearing his throat, my father starts, “I brought Troy with me to help me,” he starts to say. “Help you with what?” I ask. “I want you to come home,” my father says. “Fuck, not this again,” Drake says as he sits back in his chair. His hands are steepled in front of his face as he waits for my father to continue.

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

A tall, elegant man walked in—the very same Boss she had seen the night before. May instantly stood up and ran over to him, helping him remove his coat while speaking to him tenderly, like a devoted wife. “Darling, our daughter and I have been waiting for you to have dinner together.” Damien glanced at Emma. She was so frightened she didn’t know what to do until her mother gently reminded her, “Emma, aren’t you going to greet your father? From now on, Mr. Thorne is your father.” Emma quickly stood up, bowed her head low, and spoke softly, “Father, welcome home.”

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

We climb into the car, and as I drive down the long gravel path, I glance at the rearview mirror and see my father still standing on the front step, arms behind his back, watching us go. And in the quiet that follows, I can’t stop thinking about last night. About Adrian’s voice. His question. When are you coming home? And now, this invitation from my father—Come back home. Maybe that’s the real question. Where is home now? And where should it be?

His hands go faster, pumping me up and down, his hands going faster and faster, stroking my dick, as if needing my release. My fingers dig into his shoulders, as pleasure climb up my spine. “I need you daddy.” He grunts as a response, his hands working faster and faster, my head is thrown back with pleasure, nails digging into his shoulder blades, his mouth kisses the sides of my neck, licking and kissing under my ear and up my Adam's apple, and then his finger grazes my tip, smearing pre cum across and I explode, body shaking with pleasured spasms as I come all over.

Damien’s hand in hers—steady, present, chosen. And the simple truth that once felt impossible: She was safe. She was loved. And she was home. THE END

My father’s name lit up the display. Great. I answered. “Did you send someone here?” His voice came sharp and immediate. “Where are you?” “In my room. Somebody was just—” “Celeste.” His tone shifted into that cold senator voice. “Listen to me very carefully. Pack your things. My driver is downstairs. You need to come home.” “No,” I said. “Not happening.” “This is not up for debate. Someone is following you. You aren’t safe.” I let out a humorless laugh. “Gee, I wonder why, Dad. Maybe because you pissed off a Mafia don?”

I ask him gently and he climbs down, dragging the blanket behind him towards his drawers and opens them, getting his clothes out. I help him get dressed and brush his teeth. I chat to him about anything and everything, just to get him to respond. When he finally does. “Daddy, when will she come home?” he asks me and my heart sinks. “Soon baby, she will be home soon. She has a … Very special mission to do first. It is top secret, not even I know what it is.” I whisper the last part, winking at him and his eyes light up. “Like the avengers?” he asks, and I smile before I stroke his head.