The Fall Of Daddy Novels & Stories

I knew at that moment I belong to my Daddy. “I feel you trying to hold back, baby, but you’re not going to. Not while your Daddy is fucking your pussy and finger-fucking your ass, getting it ready for later. You’ve got the best hottest pussy, baby girl. Give it to Daddy and squirt all over my cock. Daddy is fucking your pussy so hard you little slut.”

“Daddy.” My voice shakes. “Yes, sweetheart?” “I hate her.” I don’t need to say her name. My father already knows. “That woman has ruined everything.” “Wendy—” “She has.” My throat tightens. “If she wasn’t there, he’d already be mine.” My father immediately softens. “I know.” “No.” Fresh tears spill down my cheeks. “You don’t.” My voice cracks. “Daddy, I’m trying so hard.” The panic in his voice appears instantly.

His eyes were locked on Leo’s face, on his tear-streaked, desperate expression. "You look so fucking pretty like this," Daddy grunted, his breathing growing ragged. "On your knees, collared and crying for my cock. This is where you belong." Leo watched, mesmerized, as Daddy’s hand flew over his shaft. He could see the muscles in his stomach tensing, the heavy tightening of his balls. He knew what was coming. "Open your mouth," Daddy commanded, his voice a strained, guttural bark. "Stick out your tongue. Don't you dare fucking spill a drop."

He had this day all planned out before his father knocked on his door and ruined all of his plans. “Sorry son,” he’d said, smiling apologetically, “I need a bit of help today. It shouldn’t take too long, I just need you to pop round to one of my clients and check on a few things.” “But Dad,” Tom had replied, his heart sinking, “I had plans for today.” “You can see Stacey later, Tom. This is important.” Tom sighed. “Sure thing, dad. I’ll get right on it.”

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

His grip on my wrists was tight as he reprimanded me with his stare, warning me against exhibiting any further stupidity. The moment was too heavy on my chest, I just wanted to be in his good books again, I preferred him more when he was trying to deflower me and grant me all the sinful pleasures I have been craving. I made one last attempt to nullify his rage and surrendered myself to him in the most provoking manner. I put all my faith in my words, in the sincerity of my tone and the soft caress of my voice as I translated my burning need for him. "I am sorry, daddy," I articulated strongly, arching my back and thrusting myself forward a bit so our bodies touch again, then I gazed at him d

I can feel all of them staring at me. I can't help but sneered at the old man when he pulled me again and this time he was pulling me harder. I hold onto the wine racks in an attempt to stop the old man from dragging me out of the cafe but then he pulled me again and my eyes widen in shock when the wine racks suddenly lose balance and it fell on the ground. I gulp as I look at the wine racks in disbelief, all the broken bottles of wine and the expensive red wines spread on the floor like a wildfire.

I will find you, I will come home. All my love, Dad x The tears flowed freely down my cheeks, my mind went back to yesterday the man in the woods. Had my father sent him? Your dad wants you to come home.But that man seemed dangerous, Hunter didn't like him and neither did I. I heard multiple howls in the distance and panic sweapt through me, just because my wolf was friendly didn't mean that they all would be. I stood up feeling the pain from the beating in my legs as I struggled to my feet. Hunter stood infront of me tilting his head sideways as if he were trying to hear. I rubbed my tears away with my sleeve of my fathers old army hoodie, it was baggy on me but I only wore it to sleep in o

She didn't fall for his tricks and is still mine! The excitement quickly fades as I realize what this means. My father is dying. My mate slit his throat. He was never a good father to me, but I still feel my heart ache over seeing him gurgling blood in front of me. I look at Cassidy, and she is no longer calm. Her hands are covered in my father's blood, and I think she is in shock. She keeps looking at him and then down at her hands as if she can't believe she actually went through with it. I decide I should console her, but as I start to move towards her, my father lurches up from the ground in a fit of fury! My heart falls to my stomach as I realize he is going to destroy as many of us as

He took off the pretty little sundress that I had on and flung it away. “Are you ready,” He said as he stared deeply into my eyes. “Yes daddy.”