Daddy S Lessons Novels & Stories

Gael shakes his head. Gael Slater: My dad gave it to me. The boy shrugs moving around the desk. Halo Noel: Can I see it? Gael hands Halo the leather-bound book, reading the simple yet intricate title, impressed. Halo Noel: Tom Sawyer. He runs his right hand over the worn leather spine. Halo Noel: Is your father coming to pick you up? Halo checks his watch, notices the time, and sits up. - Usually, Gael would be the first to leave, as his father was never tardy. So, seeing the boy hanging back feels odd to the attentive teacher.

♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️ >>>HIDALGO POV <<< “Get dressed quickly!” Father whisper to Gabrielle's ear, and he shifted away from her afterward. "Yes, d-daddy!" Gabrielle nervously shuttered, and I knew she was pushed to say those words. She better gets used to them! Father unhurriedly walks back to the table, he snatches up the document with a smile circulating expansively on his face.

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

Jax smirked and walked out of the room. “What the fuck ! What kind of sex education is that ?” Rob chuckled. “These two men will be the death of me, I swear,” Dy growled. “Hey ! I am innocent,” Dad protested. “No, you are not. Who the hell teaches such things ?” Dy demanded. “I swear I taught the right things to that fucking liar,” Dad swore. “Yeah I believe you,” Dy sighed and tossed his paperwork aside and rested his head on the back of the chair. “C’mon Kai. Let’s go and take a break,” Dad cooed gently.

"Then we fuck, baby. I'm going to show you what sex with a real man is like. Come with me." Daddy walked out of my room, stark naked, and I followed him, my tits bouncing as I hurried behind him, not used to being let out of their bra-prison. We went into daddy's bedroom, which is dominated by a huge bed with satin sheets. Daddy grabbed a remote control and lay down on the bed. "Suck daddy's cock, Kayla," he said with a smile. "I'm not sure how to," I said insecurely. "That's OK, baby, you'll learn. Just don't use your teeth and get help from your hands if you need. Daddy's going to film you. We have home movies of all your firsts so I think we should have one of your first fuck too."

“Daddy is sorry... for failing to be a good father to you all.” The four children looked at each other. Olivia then took her younger siblings’ hands. “We were taught by Daddy Nathan,” Olivia said softly. “Daddy Nathan said we shouldn’t hate Daddy Damian.” “Yes, because Daddy is still our father,” Katty added. “Even though Daddy made mistakes... Daddy is still our Daddy,” Delya said. Alva stepped forward, opening her small hands. “Daddy, hug Alva.” Damian couldn’t hold back anymore. He immediately knelt down, opening his arms wide.

“Tell me when to stop, the moment it doesn’t feel good, tell me, and I will stop, is that okay?” I smile at his kindness, there must not be a man as kind as him, as I ready myself for my life to change forever, I say, “Yes, daddy.”

“I’ll take her, you can go,” I blinked in disbelief. Of all the times I had seen Tristan Kavanaugh, he was as grumpy as ever. Whenever Claire tried to engage him in conversations, he would respond with grunts and clicks like some caveman, yet I could see his love for Claire in how his eyes moved over her limp body with worry. I wished Dad was like this. If my father was any ounce as caring as he was, perhaps… Perhaps what? “O-Okay,” I whispered, red-faced and stepped in. I blinked back the tears that threatened to surface. Now wasn't the place or the time.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt it!” Amara smiled, kneeling beside her daughter. “You’ve got a big heart, Crystal. Just like your father.” The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She froze instantly, heart thumping. Her daughter had never known the truth. Crystal tilted her head, curious. “Daddy?” Amara swallowed. “Your father… he’s far away, baby. But he’s proud of you, I promise.”

"Daddy, is it time for the next part of the lesson? I couldn't focus in class at all; I had been anticipating today's lesson." I closed my laptop with a smile on my face. “Of course we can learn now. But that shouldn't be a distraction to your work,” I stated. “I couldn't help it, Daddy,” she murmured. "Sit down, Angel," I said, gesturing to the edge of my bed. "Yesterday, you learned about me. Today, the lesson is about you.” "Me?” she asked, as she started walking over to the bed to sit beside me. “Yes. This is because, if you’re going to understand how a man reacts, you have to understand your own body first. You have to understand that you can feel that same 'tense' feeling I felt... and