Dominant Daddy Novels & Stories

The weight of Damien's eyes fell upon her, his eyes glint with a mix of calculation and derision. She braced herself for the storm that was about to unleash. However, Damien merely sneered, his gaze shifting to his assistant, Jordan. With a silent exchange of understanding, Jordan swiftly took control of the situation. Jordan addressed Robert with an air of authority, his voice firm and unwavering. "This matter is now between Mr Ashford and Miss Watson," Jordan declared, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "It's in BuzzFeed best interest for you to remain silent, unless you want the consequence to be severe. The choice is yours."

“He chased me like a thief, it scared me. I felt like I was compelled until I eventually wanted him. At the time, I didn't even realize I was in such a cage.” Cara claimed she began to seriously enjoy his wealth, all his money and attention, he was like a sugar daddy. It hit me right then. My dad used to be a sugar daddy to women in the past. Brittany just sat there with a quiet calm, taking in everything with a nod. At this point it seemed she had long accepted her fate, or maybe she had already known and could not be surprised any further.

"Fucking yourself on my cock while your dad is making coffee. What would he say if he walked in right now? What would he say if he saw his son taking my cock like a pro?" "He'd kill you," Toby moaned, his hand moving faster on his shaft. "No," I corrected him, thrusting a little harder. "He'd see who you really belong to. He'd see that you're mine." "Yours," Toby breathed. "I'm yours, Daddy." I couldn't stand the slow pace anymore. The need to dominate him took over. I grabbed his hip and rolled onto my back, pulling him on top of me. "Ride me," I commanded.

And it’s been a week since we had a conversation and he never treated me like he normally would. If anything, we were now closer to one another. We would spend nights in each other's room, talking or having sex. Now Duncan wasn’t holding back because of the respect he had for my dad or anything. I got to see him in his real form. And I got to understand why he was always asking me if I knew what I was asking for. Duncan was a beast! A savage beast! Whenever he was having sex, he loved being dominant, I thought I loved dominant guys but he was on a whole new level.

he gasps, his fingers digging into Ryder’s shoulders. Ryder pulls back slightly, his hand moving to wrap around Adrian’s throat, not squeezing, just possessing. He looks Adrian in the eye, his dominance absolute. "No," Ryder says, his voice dropping an octave. "It’s Daddy to you." Adrian shudders at the command, his cock throbbing where it presses against Ryder’s abs. He nods, his eyes glazed with lust. "Daddy," he whispers.

“What the hell is a daddy dom?” Glancing around, she shrugs. “What we have isn’t technically a daddy dom thing. The daddy sex thing doesn’t have a thing to do with wanting to fuck your daddy. Sure, some women might be into it. But it’s about how your daddy is the first man who ever loves you unconditionally—supposedly.” Our eyes meet, emphasis on supposedly.

I sighed, as if embarrassed, and said lightly, "It's nothing, really. This guy over here keeps on telling Joyce to call him her daddy, and for me to bow to him as a son-in-law. Apparently, it's an inside joke between them." While I spoke casually, Terrence did not take it casually at all. "Call him daddy?" His cane hit the floor with a heavy thud, before he raised his hand and slapped Joyce across the face. Smack! Joyce's head was slapped to the side, and blood even seeped out of the corner of her mouth. "You disgrace! I'm not dead yet, so why are you fooling around with men like this? You're a disgrace to our entire family!"

Then he looked back at me. "Ken, Mr. Peterson is very busy. He doesn't have time to play with you all day," I said, shaking my head at my son. "No! I want you to stay and be my Daddy. I love this daddy," Ken said. He looked at me with a big smile. "He's the one I want to be my daddy and marry you." I ran my hands down my face and grabbed Ken's arm. "Come with me, please," I said tersely.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.