Dominant Daddy Novels & Stories

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

I order and she obeys. These days, I'm starting to get obsessed with acting like a dom. No wonder Kaden was unhappy when I restricted him from doing it with my soul mate. I have always been her rightful husband and mate. It's just that she was so much in love with him too. In love with two hot men I guess. This Dom/sub thing can be so much fun, sexually. My hand rubs across her behind, smoothing one of her cheeks. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to punish," I tell her, slapping her behind.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant. Layson paused, frowning, his intense gaze locked on my face. He hadn't heard me address him like that in a long time. When I was a kid and first brought to his castle, I used to sweetly call him "Your Majesty". Later, once I understood the feelings I had for him, I refused to use that title anymore. Sometimes, I called him "my Alpha Daddy" or "Daddy", and sometimes, I was bold enough to call him directly by name, "Layson".

I can lay both pussy eaters side by side, but right now, Carlos beats my sexy daddy. Carlos is my master, Shawn is my daddy and right about now, my master is helping me deliver a nerve wrecking cum. It's coursing through my nerves, leaving me alert with each jerk my body makes. I feel like the object of envy of many sexually deprived women right now. And that makes me want to give in more. When he finished, he didn't give me a breather as I'm still shaken and arched in ways I never thought I could be when I feel his tip poking me.

He swore viciously, shaking the sting away. "One victory in a rigged betting pool against lackluster competition, and suddenly our useless damned cousin is the prodigal son again? He waltzes back in after years away and gets handed the company crown just like that?" Blaine pushed off from the windows, the city lights blurring behind him as he paced agitatedly across the thick carpet. He spun and slammed his fist against the paneled wall hard enough to make the antique oil paintings jump. Brady didn't even blink, merely taking another slow sip of whiskey. "So what's your grand scheme then?" he asked mockingly once he had drained his glass. "Whine to Father until he changes his senile old mind

Sophie cried out, gripping the sheets. “Fuck—Daddy, it’s so much—” “You can take it,” he growled, starting a deep, rolling rhythm. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub her clit. “This weekend I’m going to ruin every hole. Fill you until you forget what it feels like to be empty.” The daddy/little dynamic deepened with every thrust. He made her call him Daddy with every stroke, praising her prettiness, her obedience, how perfectly her body gripped him.

“Why hide it? Why act like they’re too good to be themselves?” I shrugged, softer now. “Because his dad is… well, you know. He’s the definition of alpha-male monster. And his mom literally owns the biggest makeup empire in the country. Dominic probably didn’t get bedtime stories growing up, just business lectures and protein shakes. Definitely protein shake because... that body” Jules huffed. “Yeah.... That body. Fuck. Whatever. He’s a red flag.” “The reddest,” I agreed. “He’d break my heart,” he added.

“It’s alright.” It wasn’t long before the door opened again. Dominic stepped inside, holding Greg’s small hand. Greg beamed with excitement, practically bouncing as he tugged Dominic forward. “Grandpa! Grandpa! This is my daddy. He’s also a mafia. I need him to help you kill the bad people!” My father reached out and rubbed Greg’s head affectionately, a small smile touching his lips. “Yeah, that’s good, little man.” Then his gaze shifted to Dominic, and the two men locked eyes across the table in a heavy, charged stare that made my heart start pounding.

If someone had told them this before, they would not have believed them. The moment Chad saw him, he rushed to him and hugged his leg, “Daddy, are you here to take me home? Have the bad guys let mommy go?” Dominic looked at Chad and frowned. His face looked familiar, like he had seen him somewhere. But if he remembered correctly, he did not have a child, so why was this boy calling him daddy and clinging to him? Dominic bent over and said, “I think you got the wrong person. I am not your father.”

I had a reputation to keep, a life that made sense, and a simple view of who I was supposed to be. Yet here I was, curled under my blanket at midnight, sweating over a text from an anonymous man I had never seen. I scrolled up through the chat log, His profile had no face picture, just a single shot of his upper body, broad shoulders, a thick, muscular chest covered in dark hair, and a pose that radiated complete, effortless authority. His display name was DomDaddy. I swallowed hard, my throat completely dry, and forced my fingers to type out a response.