Daddy’s boy through and through

Zane might be a total submissive slut. Always eager to spread, pose, and serve. But he’s also something else.

He’s a Daddy’s boy.

Soft. Loyal. Loving.

And that’s what makes him so dangerous. Because right after sending the filthiest, most desperate pics, he turns around and sends something sweet. Something soft.

A bashful smile. A message that just says, “Love you, Daddy.” A photo with his shirt half off, bedhead, eyes big and warm—still wanting me, but also just needing to be seen.

And that right there? That’s what takes him over the edge. Because Zane doesn’t just want to be my toy. He wants to be my favorite.

My sweet boy. My good boy. The one I think about when I wake up and the one I can’t stop touching when I go to sleep.

He worships me with his body, yeah. But it’s the way he looks at me—with that messy, lovesick devotion—that seals the deal every time.

He’s not just a slut.

He’s mine.