Seducing Dad Novels & Stories

“Please, Daddy… destroy me.” He obliged, pounding into me with controlled strength, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? Not that lying prick who couldn’t even breed you right.” His dirty words pushed me closer to the edge. Pain and pleasure blurred as he hit deep spots I didn’t know existed.

The nursery I'd painted pale yellow because I hadn't known if she'd be a boy or girl. The rocking chair I'd found at an estate sale and refinished myself. The changing table still covered in unopened packages of diapers and wipes. All of it mocking me now, all of it screaming that my daughter should be here and wasn't. I picked up my phone and looked at the Paris search I'd started, at flights and apartment listings and language schools, at the possibility of becoming someone else somewhere far away. What was keeping me here? My parents were dead, buried in a cemetery I couldn't bear to visit.

“Oh! So you are here for me then.” “Let’s get out of here before dad sees us,” he suggested. “Mmm, wouldn’t it be amusing for him to catch us? He might think you’re just following his wishes to seduce me,” I teased. “I have no plans to seduce you,” he replied, irritation creeping into his voice.I merely smirked at his annoyance. “Isn’t it thrilling to think how your dad would react if he found out that his only son had managed to seduce me?” “Fuck off,” he shot back.“Oh! You want me to fuck you? Hmmm, how about we do it in my car or yours?” I quipped, disregarding his irritation with my boldness.

“It’s just I tried to lose my virginity all week, and then again tonight, to just get it over with. But the guy bailed when I told him. He wasn’t the first. That makes six times this week alone.” Eva’s expression softens as I finish, and she pulls out a small card from her bra, slipping it into my hand. “This? This is a number that can change everything. There’s a community of men who won’t just stay—they’ll want to guide you. The ‘daddies,’ as they call themselves,” she says with a wink. “Trust me, they don’t run. But make sure it’s what you want.” I look down at the number, my fingers pressing into the card’s edges, feeling its weight in my palm. The idea feels… different. Dangerous, even.

"Hey look at you man, you look like shit, how are you doing?" Spencer rolled his eyes and climbed onto the bar stool. He ordered a drink while Max slapped his back. "I thought you missed me?" Max chuckled at his cold behavior. They have always been like that. Max was outgoing and warm, while Spencer was cold and distant. He was a cool, mysterious kid. "Why did you come back?" Spencer asked. Max shrugged, "My dad is sick, and his manager has been misusing the company's funds." Spencer just shrugged. Max groaned, "Look, I'm sorry I left like that. My parents are pretty traditional, they won't accept if I tell them that I'm gay."

They came to me smiling and hugged me with a kiss on the cheek. "You are really beautiful, hija," said Aunt Vivian smiling. "Thank you, Aunt," I said smiling. "You can call me, Mommy. Later you will be my son's wife," he said with a smile that made me smile. "And you can call me, daddy," Samuel's father also said with a smile. Samuel's mom and my mom talked on the sofa while Samuel's dad, grandpa, Gave and my dad went out to see Samuel. "What is Samuel doing now?" I wondered in my mind.

I was left standing there alone while watching his broad back disappear through the doors. It seems that fate is finally favoring me after all. I no longer need to go out and search for his father because his father found me on his own. Now that I see him in person and in the light, he really looks quite young, almost like a bachelor. It is such a good deal. He is probably just inviting me to dinner to tease me about our past encounter, but I am going there to perform my long-time plan of seducing him. ***

He asked, furrowing his brows. I smirked recalling how he had looked at me earlier when I licked my finger. I didn’t know much about Carl, we have been five years apart, but I had heard a little conversation when I was twelve, my father had advised him to settle down with someone rather than fooling around with multiple ladies. I didn’t know the full meaning of what it meant then, but seeing him with Nora earlier, how he kissed her, it made me wet, it made me want to feel every bit of his touch, even if it was just for a day.

“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.

Cassandra barely panicks. "Maybe it's my brother. Quick hide." Clide says. I quickly get off the bed with Cassandra and we hide in the closet, the moment we close it, Clide opens the door and dad walks in. What the hell? isn't he supposed to be sedated by now? "I heard some disturbing noises, have you been sneaking girls in here?" I over hear dad's voice. "What? No...I was just uhm..... Masturbating," He coughs slightly.