How To Call Him Daddy Over Text Novels & Stories

he asks again. This time he whispered it in my ear as he was squeezing my neck. “Daddy,” I choke out. He releases his hold on my neck, “Say that again darling,” “Daddy, I called you my daddy,” I tell him. He kisses me hard then he lets me go. He walks to his vanity like he did not just make me horny as hell.

No one else registered anymore. I pulled out my phone and texted her. On my way back. Be naked when I get there. Her reply came seconds later. Already am, Daddy. Hurry.

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.

He held my hand, pleading. My phone suddenly vibrated. When I opened it, it was a message from an unknown number. “ I'll pick up my son tomorrow.” His message seems to be controlling, and I hate it. “ Who is that mommy? Daddy told me that he would call you,” He said, which made me look at him. “ Nah, your daddy is busy with his meeting,” I told him, but he shook his head. “ Nope, it's daddy Travis. Can you please join us tomorrow? Please, Mommy,” he said, which made me confused.

coming from Williams's side. I want to question him but he beats me to it when he demands. “Send me your address.” I end the call and send William my address. Shortly after, my phone chimes with a text message. “Always making me proud.” David texts in response to the message I sent him earlier. “Thanks.” I type back but I see the three green dots on my screen, indicating that David is typing. “Great…guess it calls for celebration…” “I don’t mind one…” “Good. Daddy’s going to come…” His texts are coming in one after another. I’m not able to finish reading what he was sending when my doorbell rings.

"Can I call you daddy now?" Kai felt his heart melt. He didn't know how long he had craved to hear that statement "yes," He said, his voice cracking. He smiled, his eyes misting up. "You can me daddy. I'm your daddy." David smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Hello daddy," Kai hugged the boy, holding him as if he feared he would disappear if he let up. The boy hugged him back, "It's nice to meet you daddy. " He whispered

I raised my eyebrow “Who the hell is this and why are they texting me??” I opened the messages and instantly got pissed off as I read them. My mind filled with thoughts none of them good. I was more pissed off than I had ever been before ln my life. The more I read the more angry I was. “Hey buddy it’s me your dad, I know you don’t want to speak to me I know it’s been a long time and that you probably hate me but I need to talk to you, please Danny my boy I need you I need to talk to you right away it’s important please, I’m back in town I’ll be staying at ………if you decide you want to talk I’ll have this number for the next 48 hours and I’ll text you from another number if you would like to

he was still on his phone I kept silent for a while hoping he would pity me and help me out, but he wasn’t budging so I pushed. “Sir, Alpha, master, daddy” he paused from what he was doing in his phone and his finger froze on the screen, I wanted to go further but his brows rose up from his phone at the mention of “daddy” “Oh daddy” I said nodding and smiling I figured it out “So that’s it, I’ll make sure I say it in public. See how you react” I teased

she wouldn't name. I picked it up. The screen lit up, not even locked. "That's weird," I said out loud. "Maya locks everything." I swiped the screen. One contact is pinned to the top. 'Daddy.' I laughed. I couldn't help it. "She calls him Daddy? That's... that's so cringey, Maya. Oh my god." I tapped the thread, ready to find something to tease her about for the next decade. The first text was from today. 10:14 AM.

I bombarded him with messages. "Daddy ..." "DADDY!" "Daddy????" I laughed at my own nonsense. How many times have I messed him like this. When I'm really on a trip, I bombard him with messages, or trip him. He still didn't reply, so I was surprised. Maybe he's really busy? Have a class? Or ... He's not entertaining someone else, is it. "Are you busy?" "What u doin?" "Daddy?" "Sooo busy, huh?" I texted him one after another. I barely jumped when I received a reply.