I Call Him Daddy Novels & Stories

I slid off the desk, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders and standing on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. ‎"Daddy... is something wrong, you can punish me if i did something wrong?" I whispered, looking into his intense eyes. ‎Charles wrapped his broad arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body. His fingers traced the gold beads around my hips. He pulled back slightly, his expression completely stern. ‎"Cole called your father today asking for his blessing to win you back," Charles said, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. "Starting tomorrow, you aren't walking on campus alone." ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Ann: “I did… especially now that I’m with you.” Me: (Blushing) “I assume you like the dress, then?” Ann: “Oh, I love it. Love, love, love it. Thanks, Daddy.” Me: “You’re welcome, Princess.” Ann: “My mom called today while I was at the spa.” Me: “Oh, that’s good. Hope she’s okay.”

"You're my dad now. He's just my brother in name. We'll have to see each other eventually." George fell silent for a moment, then finally agreed. Before hanging up, he sighed and said, "I'm sorry. The Benson family failed you." I didn't respond. Because the one who should be saying that… wasn't him.

I said smiling "Thank you kid and don't call me Sir again from now on,you can call me Dad" "Dad?" "Yes Dad" "But can I call you Daddy?" "Of course you can call me Daddy, I'll be happy to hear that from you,it been long I heard that word" he said smiling and I smiled too "But about what his wife said,she said I killed my Mom... Is it true? Should I ask him? I hope he won't get angry with me" I thought "Daddy about your wife? She said-"

He’s really caring despite he was facing a crisis in his company. “I will, Daddy…” words came out from my mouth without even a clutch. I didn’t need to make it up with him if he thinks of something about that. “U-Uh… is that right? D-Did you call me… Daddy?” he asked me, stammering. I chortled. “Yeah. You’re the triplets Daddy,” I said. “I mean… you just called me Daddy was that supposed to mean?” he questioned again. I smirked. “Hmm, just want to call you that,” I answered. “It’s just an endearment.”

“It’s Daddy to you, Liv.” “Daddy?” I slurred as his pace increased. “But… that’s what Jenna calls you.” His grip on my waist tightened. “She isn't the only one allowed to, so whenever I'm fucking this pussy, you call me Daddy. Understood?!” “Fu…fuck yes, Daddy.” He bent down, shoving my breasts into my mouth. I sucked as he went faster, ramming harder, each stroke deeper than the last. My body shook as a tear slipped down my cheek.

“Do I have to always call you Father? I don’t know, it just feels weird. I can tell you’re young…” There were rustling sounds, like she was shifting around, getting comfortable. A light chuckle followed. “I don’t know. Some of the men make me call them ‘daddy.’ They’re a lot older, and it’s weird, but I understand it, I guess. You, on the other hand, I get to call you daddy—” “Father,” I cut in, clearing my throat sharply. “You call me Father. Not daddy. Just Father. What is your name?”

“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.”

Right, I call him Daddy from time to time so he is confused if that was from me or from our baby. "Who do you want to hear it from?" I asked grinning. ///♡/// Stay tuned! ♡ Ending this month! Comment, drop a gem and especially a review! xoxo♡

My one chance at being dommed, and I blew it with my big mouth. “Yes, sir? I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what came over me.” “Good girl,” he says with an appreciative twitch of his lips. “That’s what Daddy likes to hear.” There’s no remorse in his eyes and gone is the flash of anger, but when I look at him I realize his gaze mirrors how I feel. He wants me as badly as I want him. And he not only didn’t freak the hell out when I called him Daddy but called himself Daddy, too.