On Daddy Novels & Stories

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

“You call me Daddy when this is on your tongue. Not Mr. anything. Not sir. Daddy. Same as the boys will when they’re in you. Understand.” “Yes, Daddy.” He smiled like I had passed something. He pushed into my mouth slow, teaching me the weight of him, while Holt and Vance each took a thigh and kept me spread. Reid stroked my hair out of my face with a tenderness that did not match the fact that his father was using my throat. “Good girl,” Daddy murmured, thrusting deeper. “Your husband did well picking you. Tight. Wet. Obedient once you stop pretending you didn’t want the hallway.”

Chapter Four The rhythm of the affair had become the only reliable constant in the house, and every departure of my mother’s car from the driveway sent the same immediate current through my body. I tracked her shifts with the same quiet precision Daniel did, and the moment the engine faded, the waiting began. Sometimes he found me within minutes. Sometimes the delay stretched until the need had grown so sharp that I paced the hallway outside the guest room with my pulse already heavy between my legs. Either way, the lock turning behind us sealed the rest of the world out and left only the heat of his skin and the heavy stretch of him filling me until there was nothing else.

Jessie Lio: My mom's not coming. My father is dead, and my stepdad is a jerk. So, he won't be coming either. He crosses his arms over his chest with a petulant frown. Lucian Slater: Well, I'm not gonna let you stand here by yourself all afternoon. Lucian shakes his head and stands up. Lucian Slater: I'm Lucian, Gael's daddy, and he wouldn't want me to leave you out here either. He shrugs, but just then, the car door opens, and Gael hops out.

After knowing the fact, the word Daddy felt like a sweet and warm tune to his heart! “Daddy is just leaving now Champ! He will be there in twenty minutes! Go and get freshened up and after Daddy comes, he will play with you!” Adrian said and hung the call when he noticed Peter still standing there with hung jaws! “Get out Peter!” Adrian roared! Peter quickly almost ran out of the place! He was utterly confused! He didn’t know that the CEO had a son! -- --

Am a fuckin daddy to a five year old, this is so unbelievable. Robbie dropped the rest of the papers he was holding and pulled me in for a bro hug. "I can't believe this J, the boy looks exactly like you, am so proud of you." "Robbie," I called him three times just to make sure I wasn't dreaming and his replying to all my calls is what made me believe that I wasn't dreaming. This is real, Am A DADDY! * * * Arla's Pov "Goodbye sweetheart," I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next.

Daddy can't blame me for screaming, I wasn't supposed to scream anymore, but the guy scared me, daddy was quick to hide me behind him, and both of my hands went into his shirt, hiding my face into his shirt. "Trent, what are you doing here?" daddy growls at the guy. "I'm here to visit, can't you see?" the guy answers with a dark smile, I peeked behind daddy's back and saw his eyes were silver just like daddy, he's another demon lord! "You're not welcome, why didn't you say you're coming?" daddy asks him. "We're brothers, no need to call in first," he says, but I don't agree. "What do you want?" daddy growls at him.

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

He rejected immediately. "A daddy is different, he is like… like…" Zayn paused as he was short of words for a moment. He did not know how to explain what the god-like figure of a daddy was in simple terms. Zia also listened attentively, she was finally interested in knowing what this 'daddy' is like. Since her brother was so serious about it, it must be something very important. After a brief second, Zayn eventually knew how to explain what a daddy was like. He opened his mouth again and explained.