I Call Him Daddy Novels & Stories

And the caller ID hit me like ice water. My father.

He says, or rather orders. Daddy? But what? "If you want something, anything, you just have to ask me like this" He says, giving me a wink. Does he want me to call him Daddy? But why? I don't even call my dad like that, well, just sometimes. Why would I call him like that? He said if I wanted something, I had to call him Daddy, and I want to keep feeling what I felt, so I have to do it, even if it's weird for me.

“But now I have you. Are you my daddy now?” Shit, this kid knows just how to cut you to the quick, doesn’t he? Trying hard to keep my emotions in check, I sit on the ground and sit him on my lap. “I’m going to do everything that a daddy does for you. We’re gonna play and read stories and I’m going to take care of you just like your mommy. I love you just as much as the other pups daddies do. But you can call me whatever you want to. If you want to keep calling me Slade, that’s ok with me. We don’t really know each other yet, so you just take as long as you need. What you call me isn’t going to change how I treat you because I already love you so much.”

"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.

Daddy smirks then sit in front of my desk. "So. You want to propose?" I nodded at him. "We need to call the squad then." Daddy said. "Also Call uncle Blake." I added. "Why? Are you aware that he doesn't even know how to open a blister pack of medicine properly without letting the tablet fall to the floor?!" Daddy said incredulously. "Just call him please." Daddy roll his eyes in response. He call several times but no one answered. "Why did I even bother buy your siblings a fucking phone if no ones gonna use it?"

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.”

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?”