Seducing Dad Novels & Stories

“I’m not done with you yet, Mark.” He started to protest again, his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back. “This is crazy. We can’t—” She stopped him by placing a finger on his lips. Then she looked him straight in the eyes, water dripping down her face, her voice low but steady and confident. “I know you want this… And it’s happening. You just need to take charge of this… Seduce me, Daddy.” The word “Daddy” hit him like a switch. Something dark and hungry flashed across Mark’s face. The careful restraint he’d been clinging to finally snapped.

“Are you saying there is currently nothing between you and Mr Vale?” “Nothing but a working professional relationship.” I tried to keep my voice steady so they didn’t catch on to the lies. “Well, you change that,” my father said, a sinister laugh following. “If you are in close range with him, you can seduce him.” “Seduce him?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. They always seemed to have the best solution to things like this. If they had dabbled in business, many things would have looked up for them.

“Anyway, we’re running late. We’ll catch up soon,” Dad said, turning to look at me. “Sweetheart, come say hello to Brad. Why are you so quiet?” “Christ! Baby girl. You’re all grown and beautiful,” Brad said, his deep voice sending a shiver straight to my core. “Come here and give Daddy a hug.” The word *Daddy* hit me like lightning. My pussy throbbed even harder, a fresh rush of wetness soaking my panties. I stepped forward on shaky legs.

ELION'S POV The next thing I did was to look for a chair where I could comfortably sit. Nothing was fine about what I had just read. As I scrolled down further, I took in the sight of my father and Isabella's father, shaking each other. It was nothing less than a friendly hug. Their teeth were out as they looked at the camera. But that wasn't even the end of it. There were countless others of the both of them, playing golf. Sipping whiskey. At the club. Obviously checking out other women.

she advised like a guru, tilting her chin up proudly after saying it. I threw her a look. “I just sold him my body last night, Victoria. How do you mean ‘take him by his heart’ when I acted like one of his nasty— nasty girls just to be f-ed by him?” I pointed out. She rolled her eyes at me. “That was just the start. First rule of seduction—lure your man into his fantasy, his favorite things. Like giving catnip to a cat. Get them high. And once they get used to it, that’s when you make them your prey.”

This was her territory, but I wasn't going to back off so easily. I wasn't sure if my plan to seduce her dad for three days would work anyway, considering he didn't allow me to kiss him before he left my room. I could try another way… “All thanks to you, I got to know that a lovely, romantic, good-looking hunk of a guy like your dad existed. It's unfortunate for you though, you can only stick with a low-life like Roland, who can't hold a candle to your dad in anyway - not in bed, not in physique, and definitely not in wealth and status.”

I looked at Madison, and she nodded. “Hurry up, though, we have dinner reservations,” I advised and walked down to the elevators. I stood there far enough not to hear, but close enough that if Madison needed me, I would be able to come to her rescue. That fucker better not try anything, I thought to myself as I balled up my hands into fists. Madison’s POV “Is there something you need, Daddy?” I asked my father, hoping he would say no. “This guy,” Daddy said with a smirk. “Don’t fuck it up. He’s going to be rich. Dig your claws into him and suck his dick as much as you can to get him to marry you.”

Adonis' emotions got the best of him as he stood behind his desk. "Dad! I can't believe you are asking me to seduce this young lady and lead her on and then after I get what I want from her, then dump her!" "That’s cruel when you put it that way. Son, who said anything about seduction? I'm simply asking you to work for what you want. You know, leave her feeling good and hopeful. Love is war and people break up all the time. For no reason at all, if you get my drift. Who knows after spending time with the young lady, you might fall for her. Look, I know, I've asked you to do some crazy things in the past.”

“My father died eight months later. His doctor said stress. I know what it was.” The cab moves through Midtown traffic. “Divine hired me to build leverage against you,” Matthew says. “The plan was simple. Document the affair. Own the evidence. Use it to control the divorce settlement and protect the estate assets from any challenge.” He pauses. “That was the job.” “But you changed the plan,” I say.

His voice is shaky, but firm. I don't like that. The die clicks softly as it drops into the shaker. "Let's play something similar, but with a die." I shrug. "Compared to my father, I'm almost kind." But instead of jumping at my generosity, he remains on the floor, weeping and begging like an insufferable child. "Get up!" I rumble, my patience wearing thin. It takes him some time, time he doesn't have, but slowly, he pushes himself from the floor into a kneeling position, his body trembling.