I Call Him Daddy Novels & Stories

I smile triumphantly, as I hear it connect with him and he lets out a small 'Heyy'. "You asked for it Rose…." this makes me curious and a little bit scared. Who knows what the 'Big Bad Daddy' is going to do? My mind freezes as I come to realization. I had called him daddy - though in my mind , it still counts as handing him the title. I begin warning myself , that no matter how big of an verge I have to call him daddy , I SIMPLY WILL NOT!!

Daddy gave me a very stern look that made me aware of the fact that I had done or said something wrong. I wanted to know what I had done wrong that demanded such a grim look. "Stop calling me sir?" Daddy instructed "Then what should I call you?" I asked looking so confused and lost "Anything but sir" daddy said. "Ok uncle Cole?" I asked. "Better. I have to go now" with that he left the house, actually ran out of the house, after receiving a phone call. Oh, how I wanted to call him daddy. How I wanted to feel his warm embrace, something I have never felt.

For fuck sake, why can't he stop calling me daddy for now, till I figure out how I was his father. “Daddy!” his voice pierced the air again as he gripped my shirt, shaking me and trying to jolt me out of my thoughts. I forced a smirk on my lips, “He sure looks adorable,” I replied, trying to sound casual “Do you like him, Daddy?” he asked, his eyes fixed on mine. I exhaled, trying to keep my temper in check. “Can you quit bothering me?” I coughed out, unable to contain my anger, my voice harsher than I had intended.

His nose grazed my chest as he inhaled slowly, like he was trying to memorize me. My breath caught. “Sir…” I whispered. He smirked against my skin. “Don't call me sir, say my name… or call me daddy.” The word hit me hard. Daddy. My chest tightened. Heat rushed up my neck. I could hear my heartbeat pounding inside my ears. “Dad…dy,” I whispered, my voice soft and shaky. A grin crept across his lips, slow, dangerous. “Again.” I swallowed hard. My fingers twitched inside the cuffs. My throat felt dry, but I said it again anyway.

"Love, move backwards against the sink so I can raise your legs up." Cal spread my legs and I wrapped them around his waist. His eyes never left mine. That gaze of his, cold, and penetrating, I just wished he could penetrate me so my body could calm the fuck down. Too much anticipation. "From now on, don't call me by my name. Call me daddy," he said. I bit my lower lip. It sounded like we were too mature for that but I liked the name. "Say it!" "Daddy." "Say it!"

"Stop texting." "But why?" she whined. "Your wife doesn't know. We can keep it secret." I bit my lip to stay quiet as his fingers plunged deeper. "No. I've got someone else now. Someone better." "Who? That stepdaughter? Isabella? I knew it—you look at her like you want to fuck her." My eyes widened, but Daddy just laughed. "None of your business. Goodbye." He hung up, then flipped me onto my back, yanking off my panties. "See? Done."

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

His hands release me and I fall forward. That was amazing, and nothing like I have had with anyone before. I feel him remove the gag, rope and blindfold, his hand stroking along my body and there is one questions I have, one thing that keeps coming back. “So, why Daddy?” I never pegged him for that type of guy. “Erm, I don’t know. Just discovered it one day, is it bad? If you find it weird, just ignore it.” He looks worried now. “No, I like it. I just don’t think we should tell my Daddy I call you that name.” His eyes widen. “Mmmm, imagine it, me saying, 'Daddy, I call Uncle Damon Daddy now'.” I smile at him.

“Every time I touched myself—I thought about your cock. About you pulling it out of her covered in cum and making me suck it clean. About you fucking me instead—” He groaned against my tit, the sound vibrating through me. His fingers slammed deeper. I fucked myself on them harder, hips rolling in desperate circles. “Uncle, I’ve wanted this for so long.” “It’s Daddy to you, princess,” he corrected darkly, lifting his head just enough to look at me. “While I’m touching you, while I’m inside you. Say nothing but Daddy.” “Daddy,” I murmured under my breath, testing the word in my mouth, rolled it around my tongue and found it sent a lick of fire through my gut.

“Uhm, he’s a businessman. I don’t know all his businesses, but he owns his own airport.” “Just like in Singapore when we rode the airplane?” “Correct. Just like that.” “Wow! Daddy’s amazing. I mean, Sir Jasper.” I was surprised she called her dad that. “Huh? Why are you calling him Sir Jasper, my daughter?” “Well, he doesn’t know about me, right? Maybe he doesn’t like me.” Her voice turned a little sad toward the end. “Yes, he doesn’t know about you—but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like you. And it’s totally fine with me if you call him Daddy when we talk.”