Dom Daddy Quotes

I suddenly knew that the man I called daddy,” she shook her head, “he wasn’t my daddy. God was,” she barely managed. “And he was tryin’ to tell my broken heart that. Because I wanted my daddy’s love sooooo bad.

Do you need a dominant, Natalie?

Linc was a Daddy Dom. Holy shit. "I thought they were a myth. Like sasquatch. Or unicorns," she muttered.

You better not think of starting your own harem. Because I don't share. Ever.

I found age play books. It finally clicked with me. I loved the more nurturing side of the power exchange.

And just like that, with the emptiness on my finger, the literal weight lifted off my hand, I feel that much freer to make my own decisions. I feel less like I owe my daddy my word. Less like I owe Dom my body and more like I belong to me and only me. I feel like I just made room for myself.

Cynnie’s disappeared while I’ve shut up shop. So has Ty, without even giving me a hug. He’s getting a dozen noogies for that the next time I see him. I lock up, checking and double-checking my security. On the way back from checking the manual lock on the fire escape door, I find the dress Cynnie was wearing draped across the foot of the staircase up into the loft like a fallen flower petal. “Baby?” Her wild giggle answers me. Grinning, I scoop up the dress and carry it up the stairs. I expect her to be n*ked in the bed, but she’s not. There’s no sign of her. “Baby, where are you?” Another wild giggle. With the open plan of my apartment, the stairwell, and the screen of trees in the loft, the acoustics can be weird. I was sure the first giggle came from upstairs. Now, it sounds like her giggle is coming from downstairs. “Come out, come out, wherever you are, bumble baby,” I call. Insane giggles. I spin around in place on the landing, trying to locate the source of those irresistible giggles. “When I find you, I’m going to b*te my bumble very hard on her b*ttom,” I growl. “I sting you!” That was definitely from my bedroom. I tear through the doorway and look around. No naughty bumble in my bed. I yank open the closet doors. No naughty bumble in my closets. There aren’t many hiding places in my bedroom. There’s no way she could fit between the trees. Then I spot the black rectangle half-hidden in the rumpled bedding. A phone. She’s put it on speaker and dimmed the screen. That sneaky little bee. I grab the phone and growl into it. “I’m going to find you.” “I fly away!” “You’ll never get away from me, little girl. And when I catch you, I’m going to eat you up.” I grip the phone, so turned on my hand shakes, muscles bunching. I pant into the phone. “I’m going to find you, wherever you are, and rail you into the ground.” She squees. There’s a very faint echo, and I realize where she is. Game on.

He retrieves a fluffy white robe from the bathroom and drapes me in it. Then he sits next to me and opens the black folder. Inside, there’s a single sheet of paper, covered in words and symbols. There’s a rough square in the center of the page, surrounded by wavy lines. Is that supposed to be water? Inside the square, there are small symbols: cliffs, mountains, an oval lake. The symbols are labeled. The Pillowy Mountains. Shipwreck Cove. Bathtub Lake. Pirate’s Lookout. Rum-un Cliffs. There are three fancy Xs on the map, drawn with curlicues and shaded in. One in Rum-un Cliffs, one in the Pillowy Mountains, and one in Pirate’s Lookout. “Is this a treasure map?” I ask, tracing my fingers over it. “Did you draw this? It’s so cool.” He nods. “X marks the spot, see? You have an hour to find the three treasures and bring them back to me.” A treasure hunt? He’s made a treasure hunt for me? A n4ked treasure hunt? “Pirate treasure?” I ask, blinking up at him. “Uh-huh.” I can play pirates. I have the perfect thing.

There are a lot of things in this world that shouldn’t be allowed, but they are.

I’m not your baby,” he growls, squeezing my throat. “You’re my twisted fucking Hurricane. Chaos in a brunette bottle. Who am I? Who waits for you in the dark?” I wince, even as I smile. The monster in him is finally coming out to play. I swallow against his hand, loving that exquisite tightness of breath. Meanwhile, my pussy is desperate for some more attention. “Please, daddy,” I whimper, loving the way his eyes flash with hunger and triumph. Oh yeah, Cay screams daddy dom kink. My control freak. Mr. Fixes Everything. “I need you. Fuck me so good. Own this pussy before I scream—

We have to remember that we choose BDSM to enrich our lives, Corey. We choose to live out our fantasies and the roles that come naturally to us. When I go to work, I tuck away my inner Daddy Dom because most people who swing by to have their oil checked just don’t like it when I ask if they’ve eaten all their veggies.

Returning to Dr. Dane’s office, he picked up her reader and decided to see if she had anything interesting to read. Within a few pages, he was fully engrossed in the alien romance at the top of her list. It was completely unrealistic and he didn’t understand the attraction, but there was enough spanking to keep his attention.

Eyes wide, Jennifer scrambled to do as he’d asked, then watched with no small amount of satisfaction as Kaden tossed Evan out the door.

Did you just spank me?” “Yes. And I’ll do it again if you don’t behave yourself.

He swung her into his arms and strode toward her office. “Discipline is not abuse,” he said. “Discipline is agreed upon in advance. When you’re a brat, you get spanked. Simple enough, right?

She was halfway through a book about aliens who picked human brides when the women read a specific romance the aliens had written.

Domestic discipline was fine and dandy. So was spanking, as long as both parties were agreeable. Beating a woman because you could was unacceptable, and as a Dom, he was hard-pressed to keep himself from tearing Evan a new asshole. Or better, introduce him to a few of the dommes he knew.

No kind of sex is wrong between consenting adults, right?

Compared to a Dom in the BDSM world, Marcel taught me that Daddy Doms are the gentlest type of Dom. Versus spanking, whips, and chains, in a dominance and submission relationship, Daddy Doms are more concerned with their Submissive’s goals and needs; not spanking or torturing her.

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I like you. You’re sweet as hell, Abby. I want to be your dom, I want you to call me daddy, but most of all I just want you to be yourself.

I’m not into your brand of roleplay, but I’d call him daddy.

look,

Old Bay is for everything.

So what, you want Domenico to propose and be my fake fiancé while I keep him in the dark so Daddy Tino approves of us dating? And then I just break off the engagement when I’m done using the guy?

It’s days like this I want a daddy the most. I want to come home and say, “I had a bad day Daddy.” I want a daddy to make all the choices for what to eat and watch. Then, I want him to give me a bath and make me feel like I can rest my mind for a while. Sure, I like naughty times, but what I want most is someone to take care of me. Someone to hold me on their lap, tell me everything will be okay, and rub my back when I get upset. Someone to remind me I can take a break, even when I feel like I’m going to drown under all the things I must do.

plunged into her, stretching her and filling the needy space inside. When he kissed her ear, she melted, sending floods of arousal

down his fingers.

the walls of her pussy spasming with delight as his fingers thrust, making love to her until she was shaking from the force of it. She reveled in the pleasure, moving only when Daddy shifted her body slightly to one side as his hands moved below her hips.

pleasure, moving only when Daddy shifted her body slightly to one side as his hands moved below her

thickness forced her tight channel to yield to his invasion. The

that awful whisking sound rent the air, followed by the biting thwack as his belt bit into her poor bottom. The sting became smart, burning hotter and hotter with every stripe he whipped into her bottom. She didn’t have anywhere near enough bottom for this. Before she was ready for it, he’d laid painful stripes

until she had no virgin, unwelted flesh left. Now the stripes and the pain were blurring altogether, and Calliope tangled

I don't do the gym. Not even when a Dom tells me to. There are some things you have to use your safe word for.

You never need to be afraid of me. One thing you need to understand, Little one, is that even when we decide to make this official and I make you mine, you will be the one holding all the cards. You will draw the lines, and I will stay in those lines. I might be the Daddy, but you’re the queen and the queen always rules the hive. Do you understand?” - Angel to Nora [Angel (Daddies of the Shadows, #9)]

Oh my God, please, please, please! Angel! Oh, God!” Lifting his mouth from her, he gave her a wicked smile. “God can’t save you here, baby girl. But I promise, your Angel will save you and protect you and make you come over and over again. You just be a good girl and let it all go. That’s your only job right now.” Angel (Daddies of the Shadows, #9)

It was like we were made for each other and I didn't give a damn about testing that theory out with another soul

Romare's joy was like music to me; inviting and soul-repairing

I might be overstepping, but Daisy told me she wanted me to be her Dom. Fuck, she calls me Daddy, like she’s been dying to do it since the moment we met. Well, if she wants me to treat her like she belongs to me, then this is what she gets.

Are you seriously worried that I will?” “Of course, I am! You’re both so fucking smart. She’s a doctor and you were a chemistry major in college. You won all those awards,” I say with a wave of my hand. “You have way more in common with her than I do, Cay. The minute you set your tough guy bullshit aside and actually try for her, she’ll fall in love with you. Hard. And then I’ll lose her. She’ll walk away right into your kinky daddy dom arms. I’ll be the ring bearer at your wedding.

The beast has awoken from his cage, and it doesn’t seem like he’s going back to sleep anytime soon. Not until Kelsey is on her knees like the good little girl I know she is. And then I’ll give her all the rewards she deserves for being so good for Daddy.

I will always save you, Ellie. You’re my world. I’ll burn down the whole goddamn world for you. ~ Hawk to Ellie (HAWK, Daddies of the Shadows, #8)

You're not my Dom or just my boyfriend. You're my Daddy.

You've been taking care of me from the moment you asked me to move in with you," he said softly. "You feed me, make sure I take my meds, you take care of my body, help me to improve. You make sure I get enough sleep, you help me find sexual release, and when you realized I needed a scene, you gave me one that made me fly higher than I've ever flown before. You quit your job so you could be with me, and one day without you assured that I didn't even feel guilty for that, because I missed you way too much. You're happiest when you get to make the decisions for me, and I'm happiest when all I need to do is obey you and follow your lead." Rhys had looked at him all that time, his eyes growing a little misty as Cornell finished by saying, "You're not my Dom or just my boyfriend. You're my Daddy.

I should go before Daddy Cass comes to drag me out of here." A sob caught in my throat, and I sputtered. "Never call him that again, please." Lucas grinned wide, proud he’d stopped my tears with humor. "Why not? He's old, for starters, and he oozes dom energy. Daddy Cass just fits.

Without the professor in my life, my Dom, my Sir, my love, I am a cracked shell of a human being with more cracks making themselves present every day.

Dominic Hudson is my daddy’s protégé. He’s really good at performing in church. But he’s also really good at sports, so everyone in town knows who he is. And despite the fact that he’s more involved in church than me, the pastor’s daughter, he doesn’t have that unbreakable reputation of being a Christian kid. Probably because he’s a lot different when we’re not in church, and when adults aren’t around to hear him cuss. Dom’s my dream boy. He’s gorgeous, popular, sweet, and really into me. When he holds my gaze, nothing else matters.