Master Daddy Novels & Stories

***** Old Master Mo’s flashbacks: And yes, it was actually true. Old Master Mo and Old Madam Mo were childhood sweethearts. But after Old Master Mo went to the military, Old Madam Mo’s family married her to another boy despite her unwillingness. But she got nothing in marriage except abuse from her husband and in-laws. Even when she returned to her home to tell them about her life in her husband’s home, none of her family members were willing to help her.

"I didn't say you could use your hands, Mommy-Slut. A good Mommy-slut takes the whole thing without her hands. Put them back behind your back and don't you move them again until I've cum in your mouth." "Yes Gio." It's Master; that's the word you're looking for, Mommy-Slut. You're the Mommy-slut, and I'm the Master." "Yes Master, I'm sorry Master." He jerked her head until her lips rested against the plumb size head of his dick. Shut up and suck Mommy-Slut."

I’ve had the same guilty pleasure for almost three years now. His performer name is “Dominant Daddy Rex.” Early forties, tall, built like he spends half his life in the gym, salt-and-pepper hair always perfectly messy, deep voice that could melt steel. Every video is pure older-man fantasy: rough, possessive, filthy breeding talk that makes me come harder than anything else on the site. I’ve subscribed to his premium page since I turned eighteen, bought every PPV, left thirsty comments under a fake username he’s actually replied to a few times. Pathetic? Maybe. But nobody knows. It’s my secret escape.

After a few minutes, the waiter walked in holding a tray and putting it on the table, "Sir, These are the tequila" "Good, now get lost" Old Master. Hart barked furiously. Without waiting, the waiter squatted away. Old Master. Hart drank all the bottles that night, he was sober and couldn't help but curse at Madison every single time he drank a cup, he really missed his son and grandson but what could he do, he loved his reputation more than his disobedient son, drinking all the bottle of alchol, he exclaimed, "Madison, I would get back at you!!"

Master said to Daddy. Daddy slapped my ass harder, his grip on my hair tightening. “I’m sorry,” I said again, drawing my brows together. Master Hayes disappeared behind me. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I am.” Spank. “I won’t do it again.” Spank. “I promise.” Master Hayes cupped his hands under my knees, slid me off of Daddy, and pulled my ass into the air. I put my hands on the bed to steady myself as he poked at my entrance.

"That hunk doesn't look like he's into inexperienced college girls" "you're right. There are always pictures of him with different models on the internet and even magazines". That had my eyes popping. "Wait...you know him?". She gave me a look of *are you kidding me right now*. But I only stared back at her like a dumb little girl. "that's Damon Graves. Dude is a freaking billionaire. He's the CEO of Voxel Enterprises". She clarified. " oh". That was all I could say. Between, his name gave me the chills. I mean, who on earth answers "Graves"?

I said making a reminder on who the big man, our father was. Leonardo Dante, our father wasn't a man to accept his daughters to be seen casually around the clubs in town, as all he had always cared about was his reputation as the most powerful business tycoon in La Nostra Terra. I had wandered off deeply in thoughts about how the night was to turn out, probably I’d get to have fun or get into trouble staying out too late in the absence of the men assigned to watch us both. “But, who cares anyway?” I asked smiling to myself as I held on to the steering with my eyes locked to the road ahead of us.

He had just lost his father, and instead of his mother to stay with him and help him out with the affairs of the mafia, she had preferred to hook her talons on my father. All in all, Sinclair Baclava was almost like my step brother. My father wasn't married to his mother yet, but... I don't think it matters now. Sinclair had picked himself up and turned into something ruthless, that was the only way he had been able to build back his father's empire, becoming one of the most ruthless mobsters in the country. He had made it clear that he didn't want to have anything to do with me or my family, but I was really desperate now.

My ass was in the air as he growled his words out, " Tell our baby to plug his ears. Daddy is going to make Mommy dirty now." Although the words were supposed to tempt me, a sweet smile tugged on my lips. At least he was recognizing the baby now. With a harsh push, he slid inside me, cursing on my back, " So fucking wet. Dirty girl! You have a mate but you are wet for me, huh?" I blushed hard before muttering back, " You are..my master too.." He replied pushups so deep that they hit my G-spot, " And your baby's daddy."