How To Call Him Daddy Over Text Novels & Stories

I made it back to my dorm somehow. Collapsed on my bed still feeling the ache of him. Still hearing his voice calling me good boy. My phone buzzed a few minutes later. Text from him. Short and direct. “Tomorrow. Don’t make other plans.” I typed back fast. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Daddy.” Sent it before I could chicken out. Then laughed at myself in the empty room. What the hell was I doing? Risking everything for a professor who called me baby and wrecked me on his desk.

He says against my ear. I get a hold of myself and take my phone back, “Thanks for letting me know, Dad. Can I call you back in a day or so?” “Sure, sweetie, but don’t hesitate to call beforehand if you need anything.” He says. “I won’t, Daddy. I love you.” “I love you too, baby.”

They barely nodded their heads. “I think calling him is not the best thing to do.” I took my phone out of my boxer shorts and went to my contacts. I searched for Dad’s number, and when I saw it, I clicked ‘send a message’ right off the bat. “A simple text will do the job.” My fingers were spontaneously typing the exact words Samantha told me to say to my Dad. It didn’t took me a minute to send it to him, and it didn’t took him a minute either to read it. He didn’t text me back. But as sure as the night sky was deep blue, he read my message and he should be on his way back by now. “Now we just have to wait until he exit the building and go to the guard post.” I sealed my statement with a conf

I had almost forgotten he asked me to call. Picking the card, I brought it up close to have a closer look at it. It was a very thin card with a dark background and subtle shades of silver and gold with a logo of a lion holding a rose in its mouth. Very ironic. And somehow, it wasn't very surprising of James. How typical. Sighing, I unplugged my phone from where I plugged it to charge, punched in his number and sent him a text. ME: Hey, Daddy. Letting the card fall back into the drawer, I laid back down on the bed with my stomach facing the ceiling and my phone against my face as I waited for his response.

"Have all the fun you want to have, Princess. And remember, if anyone tries to mess with you, let me know immediately." I smiled genuinely. "Of course, Dad. I won't hesitate to." After the call ended, I stared at my phone again. Should I text Damon? The question burned in my mind. "Ugh," I groaned. "Fine. I'll just ask him where he is and confirm if he's actually traveled." My fingers moved before my brain could stop them. "Hi. Where are you?" I hit send. Then watched the screen. The message sat there. Not delivered.

I could see how hard daddy was holding back and how harder it was for him by the second. "Do you want to cum, daddy?" "Cara!" "Hmmm... Daddy, tell me how much you want to cum" I ran my hands over his strong abs. "Damnit Cara, fuck that promise, I can't hold back any..." "Daddy! Oh..." "Daddy, just a bit more" I moved my hands back up to his shoulders and began riding him hard. My toes curled as I rode hard through the last seconds. "I am gonna cum!" I rasped. "Daddy, cum in my ass!" I moaned.

Fuck, what's wrong with me? "Tsk, that's not funny." He said trying to act as if he’s angry at me but I bet he doesn’t. "By the way, did you like your new look baby?" I whispered to his ears, I wrapped my hand around his waist and pressed our body until he can feel my boner poking at his butt. "Yes, Daddy." My brows furrowed at his response, I didn’t expect him calling me daddy but damn, it sounds so arousing and seductive, I’m gonna fuck him right here right now if only we don’t have an event to attend to.

Dane’s dick equals instant happiness. After we took our time trying to get through it, I successfully got into the car. “I love you baby.” He started off, looking so satisfied, it thrilled me. “I love you too.” I really did. “Drive safely. See you tomorrow. Seriously, eyes on the road.” “Yes Daddy.” “Fuck,” He groaned, colour returning to his face. He was well pleased. “I'm still your daddy indeed.”

Rory asked. “I don’t know, baby. He’s busy right now.” “But I miss him.” She whined. “I want to speak to him.” “Okay, I’ll text him.” I said and pulled out my phone. I texted him and told him Rory wanted to talk to him. Within five minutes, he called. “Hey, Rory.” He said when I picked up the phone. “Daddy.” She said excitedly. “How are you, baby?” “I’m fine, Daddy. How are you?”

Dad must be calling me to let me know he has emailed me papers and if everything is drafted properly. I need to thank him for sending the papers within a short time. This time I'm going to act dramatically with him as he does with me all the time. "Daddy," I said without looking at the caller id with a big smile. "Well I don't mind you calling me that," said the deep voice from another side of the phone. Listening to his voice after a whole year gave goosebumps all over my body, making me take breaths deeply. "Well, I don't mind slapping you hard so you won't be able to listen when I call you that," I said in an acidic tone.