Please Take Me Home, Daddy Novels & Stories

His voice was quiet, but every single word hit me like a blow to the chest. "A real dad stays when you're sick and feeds you soup. That's what Uncle Darius does." The air tore out of my lungs. I froze on one knee, the case heavy in my palm, feeling as if someone had plunged a blade directly into my heart and twisted it. I looked up at Priscilla, but she wasn't gloating. She was looking down at me with a sad, quiet finality that hurt a thousand times worse. Leo turned away, grabbing his mother's hand. "Can we go home now, Mommy?"

“I have orders to take you straight home.” I blinked, “What?” “That’s what he wants.” He continued. “Although best time, maybe don’t enter a strangers car. So many bad people. Can never know who you’d run into.” My breath shook. T was sending me home. Was this some kind of power play? A show? That he could get me whenever he wanted? Whatever it was, I didn’t dwell on it. I just needed to go back.

“I’ll spank that pretty ass red until you’re crying and begging for Daddy’s cock. Understood?” I shivered, biting my lip hard. “Yes… Daddy.” I stepped out of the car on shaky legs, feeling his eyes on my ass the entire way until I disappeared inside the building.

Me: "Mom, is there a problem?" Mom: "Not really. It’s just that… that…" She nervously bit her lip. Me: "That what, Momma?" Mom: "Will you be angry with me if I tell you?" Me: "You still have to tell me. I’ll be home in five minutes. Oh, and let me call Dad, too." Mom: "No, no, no, no, don’t call Dad! I’ll talk, I’ll talk." Me: "Okay. So what is it?"

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.

“No, Daddy came to save me in time, I'm perfectly fine.” Nadia scrutinized him with her gaze to make sure he was really fine before she turned to Asher and hugged his leg. “Thank you, Daddy!” That was when Anamika realized Asher had been holding her by the waist. She moved away from him and murmured, “Thank you.” Then faced her kids, “Let us go home, Aiden needs to rest.” Behind them, they could still hear the mother wailing. Whether fatso dies or not will depend on his luck.

I gasped, my voice raw, my body shaking as I met his gaze. “I need you so bad, Daddy. Please… fuck me, make me yours again.”

“Beg me to please you.” I froze. He still didn't move. His finger stayed deep inside, and I could feel how wet I was, how my body clenched around him, begging without words. He moved just enough to drag his finger almost all the way out, my body clenching around him like it didn’t want to let go. “I won’t repeat myself,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Say it, and I’ll give you what you need. I want your exact words to be, please me, Daddy. And I’ll make you come on my desk.”

I called the moment I picked up as I waited for her to say the words next . “Come home Nora, your father is dead,” my mother told me . The other line suddenly went silent as the only thing that I could hear was my mother’s words , my father had died .

"Don't fucking come, you hear me?" "Please," I pleaded, my voice barely recognisable. "I can't hold it any longer. "Please, Daddy." He rammed into me, his growls turning into short pants mixed with that melodic moan. He's close. I can feel him twitching and expanding inside of me.