Seducing Daddy Novels & Stories

“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.

When it was time for the speeches, I took my seat in the front row and folded my hands in my lap. Uncle Daniel approached the podium slowly, his shoulders slightly hunched, his expression carefully measured. He wore a black suit, which fit him too well, like he had been waiting for this day. He cleared his throat. “My father was not just a titan of industry,” he began, his voice thick with practiced emotion, “he was the backbone of this family and the foundation of everything we built.” I kept my eyes on him. There were pauses in the right places and he lowered his head at the appropriate moments.

Simon's hand came around to my front, fingers finding my clit again while he kept moving and the combination was devastating and too much and exactly enough all at once. "Daddy—" It slipped out involuntarily. His pace spiked immediately, a sharp rough groan against my shoulder, his grip tightening on my hip hard enough to bruise. "Say it again," he ordered. I did. He drove into me harder until I was crying out quietly against my own arm, the orgasm crashing through me in waves while Simon followed seconds later with a low controlled groan that he pressed into the back of my neck. Silence. Both of us breathing hard. His forehead resting against the back of my head. His hands loosening slowly

] 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 spoke quickly when I noticed that he was ready to show his girlie side again. "Sir, are you gay?" I ask thar. He closed his eyes and then looked at me evilly. He pointed at me and was ready to speak again when I went ahead of him again. "Just making sure," I smiled and went inside. I passed him while his hand was floating in the air because he was pointing at me earlier. Wait? Eh, isn't that better? I need to seduce him, but as soon as I entered his condo, I was having second thoughts. Madam Anastasia has told me to give myself up to make his son a true man.

I never imagined the man I was hired to seduce would be a billionaire. Elliot Sterling is everything I never expected: brilliant, reserved, painfully private, and far more attractive than the quiet man behind the glasses lets anyone see. I only needed his money to save my sister. I never expected to see him again, let alone become part of his world. Now Elliot wants answers, I have secrets I'm desperate to hide, and the attraction between us is becoming impossible to ignore.

he demanded. “What?” I moaned. “Say, I love your cock, daddy.” I hesitated, then… he spanked me. “Say it, Melissa.” “I love your cock, Daddy!” I cried. He grinned at our reflection in the glass and picked up the pace. I could feel him close. I was close, too.

“These tits are perfect. So young and full. Been staring at them in the mirror the whole ride. You like when Daddy sucks on them, Juniper?” The word “Daddy” made my pussy clench hard. “Yes… Daddy. I like it so much. Do not stop sucking them.” I held his head to my chest, fingers in his silver-streaked hair as he feasted on my breasts. He licked, sucked, and nibbled until both nipples were swollen and aching.

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.

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. ***