I Call Him Daddy Novels & Stories

Because by now, his laugh made my blood boil in so much anger. "Sh-Shut up, D-Dad!" my voice stuttered. Daddy William just laughs hard "Daddy who? Me? Daddy William or Daddy Dominick? Uhhhh" he moaned at the very end causing me to cringe. I was about to speak when the call ended. My eyes are smiling. "Okay! Maybe let's try for the second time. Let's call your Daddy Dominick" he hold his laughter as he pressed the dial button.

I held my breath, not sure of what was going to happen next. He gave me a mischievous grin, and before I could react, he leaned forward and kissed me. His lips were soft and gentle, and I felt myself melt into the kiss. But then he pulled away, a chuckle escaping his lips. "So I told him to call me Daddy," he whispered, his eyes glittering with amusement. I was stunned, unable to process what was happening. Daddy? He asked our son to call him Daddy when I didn't tell him the boy was his. Did he find out something about me?

All I felt was him, inside me, filling every empty space I never even knew I had. "Aaahh... daddy... you're so big... uuughhh..." "You like it?" "Yesss... Aaaahh... like it... love it... daddy..." He sped up. I screamed. I shrieked. I cursed. "AAAHHH! DADDY! SHIT! SO GOOD! OOOHHH... YESS... YES... YES YES YES DADDY!" "I love your voice," he whispered in my ear. "I love when you call me daddy."

I want to pout and complain but I won’t. “Wait, Daddy? What is with that Daddy all of a sudden?” He is smiling, his lips pressing against my neck teasingly. “Well, Kitten, as much as being called Sir makes my hand twitch, Daddy makes me hard.” Smiling at him, I can’t stop myself. I am going to get in trouble today. “Is that right, Sir? Do you like to be called Daddy more? Well, I guess if you like being called Daddy, I will be the perfect Kitten for you, Sir, and call you Daddy”

The words he spoke next would change everything. “You’re going to call me Daddy.” The word hit me like a physical blow, a shockwave of pure, undiluted lust that made my knees buckle. It was so wrong. It was so filthy. It was the ultimate transgression, the ultimate revenge, and it was the most fucking hot thing I had ever heard in my entire life. Fucking the father. Calling him Daddy. It was perfect. “Now, say it,” he commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl that left no room for argument.

As her head tilted upward, I could see a small streak of tears below her eyes. “I’m okay, Dad”, she said as she wiped the tears away. “You have a new boyfriend?” her dad asked as he sat down again. “Um, yeah, but it’s not very serious, Dad.” “Didn’t you say that you loved him, though?” I teased. Charissa’s head swung away from her dad and stopped when it landed in my direction. As she glared at me, I could see the rage dancing in her caramel eyes. It brought me immense happiness.

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.

His fingers trailed lightly over my arm as he leaned against the counter, brushing just enough to make me tremble. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, voice low. “Very quiet. I like it when you tell me what you want.” I swallowed, shaking my head. “I—I don’t know what you want,” I stammered, voice small. His lips curved into a smirk, and suddenly his hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing over my lower lip. “Since your dad isn’t around…” His voice dipped lower, and I felt it in my bones, “…you call me Daddy from now on.”

"Just like that daddy..... no wait.., i didn't mean... stop slapping it like that!" I gasped at the word. Daddy. My dick twitched, I loved the name so much, Even if it slipped out all fuzzy and accidental while he was still half-gone. I froze for half a second, my hand hovering, then burst out laughing. "Daddy? Oh my god, did you just call me daddy? While I'm slapping your hole like it's a naughty little toy? That's fucking gold. You are so out of it right now it's hilarious."

“Can I call you Daddy?” His jaw flexed but he didn't step away, or stop looking at me. “Why would you do that?” I'm not your father.” I didn't let his words move me, instead I became bolder, while my fingers traced the rim of the glass. The cool water from the jug did nothing to lower the heat between my thighs. “Because it feels right,” I said softly, and as innocently as possible. “You’re the father figure in my life now. Calling you Alpha feels distant. I want to call you Daddy when we’re alone.”