Dominant Daddy Novels & Stories

How could a trap be so sweet that I don't want to be free? Am I under a spell or something? A lot of thoughts ran through my head but it didn't stop me from wanting him inside of me. He unhooked my bra with his hand and kissed my lips and down to my neck. “The magic word, baby,” he spoke seductively into my ears and licked it. “Fuck me, Daddy!!!” “Fuck me like you own my life and you can end it when you want!!” I yelled. And a sudden movement hit my ears and snapped me out of my wild erotic imaginations

“This is only the beginning of how Daddy likes to fuck you, sweetheart. Tomorrow night we will go even further. I have so many ways I want to use my baby girl. And you are going to love every single one of them.” He leaned down and kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth once more while his cum continued to drip from my thoroughly used body. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered against his lips, already aching for more of his dominant side. “I am yours to use however you want.”

“This is only the beginning of how Daddy likes to fuck you, sweetheart. Tomorrow night we will go even further. I have so many ways I want to use my baby girl. And you are going to love every single one of them.” He leaned down and kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth once more while his cum continued to drip from my thoroughly used body. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered against his lips, already aching for more of his dominant side. “I am yours to use however you want.”

My stomach flipped not with fear, but excitement. Dominic. All day, every ride, trapped in that luxurious limo with him. I bit my lip to hide my smile. “Daddy, come on. He’s just the driver. Do you really think stoic old Dominic can keep up with me?” “Forty-seven years old, ex-military, and more disciplined than you’ll ever be,” Daddy snapped, dialing. “Kane? Get in here. Now.” The garage door hummed open minutes later. Dominic entered, still in his crisp black suit from the night shift, sharp jaw set, dangerous eyes scanning me from head to toe.

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

I’ve had the same guilty pleasure for almost three years now. His performer name is “Dominant Daddy Rex.” Early forties, tall, built like he spends half his life in the gym, salt-and-pepper hair always perfectly messy, deep voice that could melt steel. Every video is pure older-man fantasy: rough, possessive, filthy breeding talk that makes me come harder than anything else on the site. I’ve subscribed to his premium page since I turned eighteen, bought every PPV, left thirsty comments under a fake username he’s actually replied to a few times. Pathetic? Maybe. But nobody knows. It’s my secret escape.

Daddy was on the verge of killing grandpa and then he blackmailed mommy into marrying him and turned me into his sex slave. Dominik doesn’t seem to have any qualms though. He wants a child like it’s a business deadline. One year. No excuses. Good genes. I didn’t know it was possible for anyone to be as much of an asshole as he is. What if the child inherits that? I swallow hard and move to the bathroom, my hand instinctively going to the small packet of tampons in the cabinet. I pull it out, my fingers probing the center. Still there. Good. My tiny rebellion made the journey undetected. It’s a pathetic shield against a tank, but it's the only one I have, and It’s the only barrier left betwee

Enough to make the ice in my chest feel smaller. Caleb kicked his heels in the grass. “She was wrong,” he said. “You’re not weak. You’re strong. You went to the hospital and let the doctor fix you and you didn’t even cry.” “I did cry,” I said, honest. “Okay,” he said. “But you still did it.” Elijah looked at me, all serious. “There’s something else,” he said slowly. “I think your dad is our daddy too.” The roll stopped in my mouth. I swallowed hard and then stared at Petal’s button eye because it felt easier than staring at Elijah.

Dom The word Daddy, coming from her… it hit me. It was the sound of her surrender. It was the sound of a woman who wanted to be taken, not just loved. My self-control didn't just break; it vanished. It turned to ash in the heat of her gaze. There was no Beta left. There was no protector. There was only Dominic Vormos, and I was about to claim what the universe had been trying to keep from me.

I feel an odd sense of power that this controlled, dominant man so obviously wants me too, and that gives me the confidence to tease him a bit: “Am I turning you on too, Daddy?” "God, yes, princess. I'm so fucking hard that it hurts. Watching you come apart like that under my mouth, knowing you're mine to take care of... it's driving me insane." His voice is low and rough as he shifts between my spread thighs, still stretched wide apart. He grips his massive cock, dragging the thick head through my folds, coating himself in my wetness. "You feel that? That's all for you, baby girl.”