Daddy Short Stories Novels & Stories

And daddy chuckles. “Mommy won’t be angry, and she loves daddy.” He whispers back. And I know she does. Mommy and daddy love each other sooooooo much. Daddy tells me the story about the king that found a girl in the forest and saved her. And I fall asleep thinking maybe it’s the daddy that saved mommy. -

DADDY LUCIFER- PART OF THE KINGS OF HELL SERIES I misbehaved. My knees ached from being planted on the aggressively cold floor for so long, but I would take the pain for as long as possible, if it meant gaining the Devil's forgiveness. I whimpered helplessly as the beast of a man pierced me with his cold eyes, ever so subtly patting his strong thigh twice. "D-daddy please-" My pleas were unfinished and went unheard as he continued to pick up the black paddle from his desk and roll up his sleeves.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

Kendra POV Daddy snuggles me in his arms. I am so scared of that man that came to visit. It was horrifying. Daddy said he would take care of me and not to be afraid. Now daddy is telling me that the man was a wolf and that my daddy is a wolf. I am so fearful of the man. Daddy rocks me and gives me my bottle to try to soothe me. I have such a big strong daddy. I have to trust he will protect me from the wolf. I think I might love my daddy.

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.

Hello ya'all, author here. I am glad to announce that season two of Daddy is a rich CEO will be out soon, but not to worry, it's not about Alec and Natasha, those two needs to enjoy their love life. I will be glad to hear your opinions on it, as I am debating either Emily's story, or Zoey's story first, whichever you think you love best, let me know.

This would be after daddy punished him with the leather strap he kept by his chair. The little boy wondered as he became older what he did to make daddy hate him. He always tried to be good and even tried to help daddy around the house. Daddy would make him clean up all his smelly cans and the little boy would do it quickly hoping to make daddy happy, but daddy was only happy when he had his lady friends over. I liked when daddy’s lady friends were over because then daddy wasn’t as mean to me. Daddy would take his lady friends in his room with him and they would stay in there for a long time so the little boy was always able to get more food on those days. The ladies didn’t pay any attention

Daddy was nowhere near done. As soon as my orgasm ebbed away, daddy pulled out of my cunt and lay on his back. He motioned for me to straddle his hips, which I did, impaling myself on his shaft once more. With his hands on my hips, daddy showed me how to ride him. For a while he lay back and watched me fuck him. Then he got tired of watching and started playing with my tits again. He kissed them. He licked them. He sucked on them. He bit them. He drove me to insanity with his teasing tongue. He reached down and started caressing my clit as I rode him faster and faster, making sure I went down all the way every time, filling myself completely with his cock.

“Because you’re my heaven.” My throat tightened with emotion, my lips trembling into a smile. “Am I still your good girl, Daddy?” I whispered. His hand cupped my jaw, his forehead pressing against mine. “Always mine, Zella. Always Daddy’s. For as long as I breathe.” Our baby girl stirred, her soft sighs filling the silence. We both turned to look at her and I giggled quietly. Isaiah smiled tenderly at me and kissed me again, slow and lingering. “What do you say we make another baby soon?” He rasped against my mouth. “Yes Daddy.” THE END

“Yes, Daddy.” The words slid out of me before I could stop them. He liked when I called him that. It made something inside him shift—made him hungrier. I could see it in his eyes. I worked my hand up and down his length, water streaming between us, making everything slick. His c óck swelled under my touch, hardening until it stood long and firm in my grasp. Nine inches of power. Nine inches that my body ached to feel inside me. “You like Daddy’s c óck, don’t you?”