Forbidden Daddy’s Touch Novels & Stories

“I… I went to a party last night at college. Drank too much. Hooked up with some guy. He got a little rough with my breasts. That’s all.” Daddy’s jaw clenched visibly, a muscle ticking. His finger stayed right there, stroking the sensitive, bruised nipple with slow, deliberate circles. I could see something dark and primal flicker in his eyes: jealousy, raw possession, a hunger I had never seen directed at me before. “He touched you here?” he asked quietly, his voice thick. His thumb brushed over the bruised nipple again, making it harden instantly under his touch, the peak tightening into a stiff, aching point.

“Whichever ones you want, Daddy. And yes… I’m touching myself. I can’t help it when I think about you.” He let out a soft, mocking giggle. “Yeah, I bet you can’t. I’ll send you the link. You’re buying me both pairs. I’m size five.” I groaned loudly at the thought of his small, perfect feet sliding into shoes I had paid for. “Slow down. You should have waited for my permission to touch yourself. You’re so disgusting and pathetic. No wonder you’re alone. Get on your knees. I want them bruised for me.” I dropped to the hardwood floor immediately, knees protesting as I slowed my fingers between my legs. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man. "Mom is asking you to transfer a million into her account or else she will sell the house," I said to daddy, I know I told mommy that I will be the one transferring the money to her account but when I heard the voice of daddy's mistress I suddenly felt annoyed. "Fuck that woman! All she does is spend my money with all those cheap callboys, tell her to get tested because I think she already catches a disease." Dad responded frustratedly and I just rolled my eyes even though he can't see me because I knew, in the end, he would just give what mommy wanted.

She turned to glance at him again but his gaze was fixed on the stage. Loving the guilty pleasure it gave her to have her hand encased in his, Isis gave her attention to the play and allowed him to hold her hand, she even allowed the sweet friction of his thumb rubbing against her skin. The play ended sooner than anticipated for Isis and it had a lot to do with the resistance to having Mr. Greyson letting go of her hand. As soon as the lights came up his hand was removed from hers. Her hand felt cold and weird without his touch.

You must read each thing and make opinions about things. Rules I expect to be followed: (Subject to be punished or rewarded for) - Only daddy can touch you, play with you, punish you or reward you. No other man may do so. - Only baby girl can touch daddy, no other woman will be near. - Only daddy can see your body, within reason, bikinis are acceptable - Babygirl must eat 3 healthy meals a day - Babygirl must always be on time, and ready - Babygirl will be respectful and not be a brat, bratting will lead to punishments instantly

Ogling your best friend's dad is also a sin, Isadora. Slowly, he raised his head, piercing green eyes fixed on me as he pushed the glass door open. My eyes widened. I had been caught. I swallowed the lump in my throat, racking my head for an excuse when he spoke. "See something you like?" A grin spread on his beautiful cheeks; then and there, I knew that I would have sex with my best friend's father before the holidays were over.

His hands moved all over my body, like tides in beach water and my lower region was already getting hotter from his touch. My body was aching and his touch was bringing some sort of warmth. “I do not think we should be doing this, Grey.” I managed to blurt out. He did not reply, he just used his second hand to wrap around my waist, tickling it and making me almost jump out of my chair. “Calm your nerves baby girl, i am not your boyfriend and this is our little secret, remember? Just close your eyes and let the emotions, feelings and arousal sink in. Daddy would be the first man to make you cum.”

I still wanted to taste the rain on her skin, slide my hands under her wet tank top and see if she was trembling from the cold or from me, I wanted to hear how she moaned my name. Not softly like she had last night, but aloud, desperate like she couldn’t breathe without it. Hell, she was still seventeen, I couldn’t because her father trusted me, and if I touched her, I will be messing everything up. I took out my phone and dialed Nora’s number. The phone rang twice before it finally connected. “Hey baby.” Nora said sweetly from the other side of the line. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing the phone against my ears. “Where are you?” I asked, wishing I never asked.

This man wasn't giving me chance to catch my breath, and I was feeling drowned by his powerful touches —he's amazing just like his son! "Yes, daddy!" I gasped sharply when he slash the kiss, and we both gazed at each other piercingly. Mr. Reagan's traveled to my thighs and he slipped into my pant, he flicked his fingers as he sorted for my pussy. Before I could say a word; he thrust his two strong fingers into my pussy. "Ow!" I moaned, my hands settling on his broad shoulders as he molested my pussy. Causing a series of emotions mixed with sensation to flush through my veins, the adrenaline was too much!

His body thrilled In and his shaft shook, obviously. “So fucking perfect.” he groaned out a moan as he pushed his trouser away, his dick jumping out in great confidence. The sight of his hard member prompt her pussy to shake involuntarily and she liked it. “Oh, Daddy… let me touch your dick.” “You are under restriction baby girl, you can't touch my dick, and you would need to pay for going against Daddy. “What do I do to touch Daddy?” she made a pout and he cursed again. His hands found his dick and he stroked it gently.