How To Call Him Daddy Over Text Novels & Stories

he calls my name after taking a deep breath, calming himself, "He pays you a great amount of money to be Scarlett. If he wants you to call him Daddy, you.call.him.Daddy. That's nothing compared to what we've done since the past four weeks." He's right, calling him Daddy is nothing if we were to compare to the hours I've spent learning on how to be Scarlett Monroe.

“Jigoo!” He stopped for a moment. “Call me daddy first.” “What?!” I burst out laughing. “Call me Daddy,” he insisted. “You’re too young to be a sugar daddy!” I protested. And he tickled me again. “Okay, okay. Daddy…!” I gasped. He panted. “I knew it was going to sound hot when it came from your lips.” What was he up to now? “Is that okay?” “Now, repeat after me… fuck me, daddy.”

I stood up and faced him. "But why, Daddy?" I asked. He brushed my hair away from my face and gently stroked my cheek. "It's better if I'm the only one there. I don't want you to be upset when you see your Mommy. I'll just call you if something happens or if there's any improvement with her, okay?" I just nodded. "You can call your friends over so you'll have company." "Okay, Daddy, but can you take me again?" He smiled. He didn't answer anymore and suddenly kissed me on the lips. He mounted me, positioned his member at my entrance, and slowly pushed his length in. My feet clung to his waist, and he started to move.

Thé vibrating of my phone makes me sit upright and i pick my phone from the bed, my dad name flashes on thé screen and i smile. "Hello daddy."I say putting my phone to my ear. "Hey. How is my princess doing?" "I am fine dad."I say with a sniff and clean my tears. "Are you alright, you'ré crying? What happen?"Hé ask worriedly and i smile. "It's nothing dad, i miss you."I say and he sigh from thé other line. "It's ok baby i will call hafiz so he will take you to thé farm house, stop crying i gotta go will call you once we landed.

He squeezes my nipples, pinching them just enough to make me gasp, and he’s groaning, hard against my belly his thigh presses between mine and rubs. “We don’t have to…” I begin, just to be sure. “I mean, if it’s weird, Nick, we don’t have to… I just thought… for fun…” His eyes are darker than I’ve seen them in weeks. His smirk was dirty enough to make my tummy tickle. “Call me Daddy,” he says and opens the door. THE END

I will check on you later, Daddy, your sugar babe *wink emoji* I smile and dial his number; it rings, but he doesn’t pick up. That awful feeling is back again in the pit of my stomach, but I ignore it and send him a quick text back. Babe, sorry it’s been a bit hectic; see you at home, you naughty boy, and call me back when you get this, so I know you are ok.

Somewhere good enough to get a nice view. I rolled my eyes, I knew he couldn't stay angry at me, he treasures me that much. Pervert. I sent You like me like that. He texted back You need some spanking. He sent again "Are we about to start s*x chatting?" I thought to myself I bet I do. I messaged back. Daddy is hard down there. How about some softening? My breath seized. I could picture him—wherever he was—grinning at his phone, probably somewhere around the corner, already imagining what he wanted to do to me.

He moved to place the phone back down, but his hand accidentally swiped green on the screen, answering the call. And then a voice came through immediately. “Hi Daddy!.” He turned back immediately