Daddy's Dark Desires Novels & Stories

Pretending to be the scared little girl again. But I wasn’t scared. I was alive. And when I met Daddy, I knew he’d understand. He doesn’t kill, not exactly — he just hurts bad people. But I don’t care. He’s darkness with a cause. And I’m darkness with devotion. We fit. Perfectly. “Hey, sexy!” “Come here with that pretty ass!” Their voices snap me back. Three men, drunk and grinning, whistling like pigs. For a second, I imagine their throats open, their eyes wide and bloody.

“Put that huge dick inside me, daddy.” “Is that what you want?” I nod as best I can in my wooden restraints. “Yes, daddy. I want you to fuck me like your little slut. Fuck me and punish me.” My words are my own, but my desire is a mix of my own and daddy's dick. We both want the same thing, and the sensation is so overwhelming that even I want to treat myself like a piece of meat. Daddy's arousal is so strong it makes my cunt burn and flush with juices. I bend my back, my ass bucking, my pussy turning up and calling for daddy to fill it up.

My body ached for what only my father could give me, for the fullness of his enormous cock being shoved inside my tight little pussy. Daddy’s dark eyes locked onto mine, intense and unyielding. His gaze was like a physical touch, so tangible that my inner muscles clenched, needing to be filled all over again. He shifted over me, his breath warm against my skin. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something deeper, more primal. It was his desire for me. His daughter. We knew this was wrong, but neither one of us could stop it. We didn’t want to. And as I stared at him, my stomach tightened, a coil of something I could never name winding tighter in me.

I paused, breathing faster. “Father—” “I prefer Daddy,” he cut in, his voice suddenly darker, rougher, like velvet dragged over gravel. I could hear the shift in his breathing — heavier, hungrier. “Daddy…” I breathed, the word tasting sinful on my tongue. “Those are my sins.” “Tell me more,” he said, leaning closer to the lattice. “Show me how deep that hunger runs. Touch yourself right now, like you do when you’re alone thinking about that neighbor’s cock. Let me hear how wet you get for it.”

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"

I place my hand on his cheek. He’s afraid of having me run away because of his tastes in sex. Still, I’ve fantasized about being tied down, spanked, punished, and mixing pain with pleasure. Nothing about me screams light. Darkness is what I know. Dark desires are what I crave. I don’t know much about my parent's sex life. Still, what I’ve accidentally stumbled upon, well, let's just say dark desires, seems to run in the family.

I want to be fucked, thoroughly and completely, just taken… Oh, sure, I’ve had pleasant sexual experiences in my life, times when I felt turned on, times when I’ve even managed to climax with a man. But I’ve never felt wild desire, pure animal need, feral and dark and mind-shattering. With Daddy, though, that’s all I feel, all I want. “Daddy, I –” I break off, trembling, trying to work up the courage to get out the words. “Baby girl,” he says tenderly. “You don’t have to be afraid of what you need. I promise you, all I want to do is give it to you, whatever it is. Don’t you know that?”

I reached out to a random sheet of paper on my desk and began to read through, ignoring his presence. “I see,” he said. “Does this have to do with a certain dark haired beauty with green eyes and a body men would die for? What was her name again? Alicia? Ashley?” He asked, nonchalantly. I froze, the paper on my hand feeling like it suddenly weighed two tons. I slowly looked up at my dear father, who had a triumphant smirk on his face. The fucking bastard knew where to poke in order to get a reaction out of me and he poked hard.

Why the hell did I ask that? The heavy silence that followed was nearly unbearable, our unspoken desire simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment. But instead of answering my question, David simply stared at me, his eyes filled with a longing that mirrored my own. It was clear that we were both acutely aware of the consequences of giving in to our desires, yet neither of us seemed capable of tearing ourselves away from one another. "Go," he finally murmured, his voice barely audible but laden with lust. The single word felt like a punch to my gut, but I knew it was for the best.

She wondered. But he didn't stop talking, "During my last birthday, I discovered that someone drugged me. I thought it was you because you both wore matching outfits, so I slept with her." Henry shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly with no remorse in his eyes. Tessa turned to Elena with anger in her eyes, "If he was drugged that he mistook you for me then were you also drugged that you allowed him sleep with you?" Tessa gritted her teeth. "It was my fault, Tessa," Elena sobbed as she looked down on her feets. "I couldn't resist him, and I let it happen. I thought I wouldn't get pregnant." She sounded so pitiful.