My Heart Belongs To Daddy 소설 & 이야기

demanded a commanding voice that echoed through the room and cut off Thayer’s irresponsible tirade. His voice alone brought me immense joy and relief, so much that I yearned to move back into his embrace like last night and cry my eyes out. My eyes moved to take in his perfect form by the doorway. He looked like a model straight from the papers, a sharp contrast to Thayer in terms of appearance. His presence alone dissolved the anger and pain Thayer had just caused me that I wished he would always be my side. I noticed Thayer slowly turn to his father as he made his way into the room. “Father,” he chuckled. “You’re here so early?”

Breaking the kiss, he gripped my waist and gritted out, “Who do you belong to, baby girl?” “You, daddy!” I cried, at the electrifying agility of his thrusts, “Only you, no one else.” “That's what I thought,” He smirked, before connecting our lips again. Moments later, we climaxed together, me for the second time on his cock while he pulled out and came on my belly.

I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You want me to believe you're not here because you think there might be something going on between your daddy and me? News flash, there is nothing. I've left you, him, and everyone else for good. Now let me have my peace." But even as I spoke, a part of me couldn't shake the nagging sense of doubt that lingered in the recesses of my mind, a whisper of longing that dared to defy the constraints of past betrayals and unspoken regrets. Longing for someone else.

He stood in front of me, chest bare, eyes unreadable. “What does it mean when I put this on you?” he asked. I swallowed. “That I belong to you.” “Say it better.” “I’m yours. All of me. Always.” He smiled, but there was nothing soft about it. “Good girl.” I shivered. His voice dropped. “You say my name when you beg. You call me Daddy. Understood?” I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” He stepped back, circling me slowly. “Hands behind your back,” he said.

“Trust me to love you.” His words smash me in half, just destroy me, utterly. I don’t know what to say, or even what to feel. Those words strip away every single defense I’ve ever constructed, those rough, tender hands wrench away every iota of control I’ve worked so hard to gain. Daddy has wrecked me – and I’ve never felt stronger, or more beautiful, or more alive. “Daddy…” My voice is steady as I accept and embrace my submission to him. “Yes.”

“I have wanted this for so long without knowing it.” Richard sat up and held me close while I continued riding. “Daddy’s perfect little slut,” he whispered again against my ear. “You took all my friends today but you belong to me. Say it.” I moaned louder and moved faster. “I belong to you, Daddy. I am your good girl and your slut.” The words felt dirty but true in that moment.

"Yes, I'm your Daddy and you're my baby, but there's no difference really. It's just in the way we see it that makes it seem different." Maeve looked confused. "I belong to you?" "Do you want me to teach you everything and help you grow into the best person you can be?" "Yes." "Do you want to make me happy?" "Yes." "Do you love me?" "Of course Daddy." "Do you want to belong to me?" "Oh yes, Daddy." Her face and voice lit up with joy.

His hands gripped my hips, his own thrusts becoming frantic, a silent, desperate plea for more. “Who is fucking this tight cunt?” “You.” “Who?!” he demanded, driving into me harder. “Daddy! It’s you, Daddy!” “Who does this pussy belong to?” He emphasized the question with a deep, soul-touching thrust. “You. Daddy, it’s for you.” “Who do you belong to?” “Daddy. I belong to Daddy.” His thrusts became a punishing, relentless rhythm, slamming into me, rearranging my very soul. All I could do was hold on, a mere passenger as he shattered me and put me back together.

Her eyes had already become watery as she spoke… You see, Purity took after me emotion-wise, so I had fully expected the downpour of tears that was about to take place anytime soon. I tried to hold myself as I gathered her in my arms and whilst rocking her, I said, "Your daddy did something bad to mommy, but that does not mean that… it does not mean that he is a bad father, I promise you that when I am over this just a little bit, I would make sure that you meet him sometimes, whenever you want. I am sorry we failed you, we could not give you the family you wanted, but just know that both of us would always be here for you, okay?"

I was going to fucking love tonight. "Daddy, I have to see you. I need to see you badly" "Hell, I will be home soon too. You'll find a lingerie in bed. Wear that for daddy" "As daddy wishes."