I have to be your favorite

Zane isn’t subtle about what he wants. He wants to be my favorite—and he’s ready to prove it every damn day. From the moment he wakes up, he’s already putting in work. Snapping photos. Arching just right. Making sure the very first thing I see is him—eager, needy, and ready to be used.

He knows he’s got competition. And instead of backing down? He gets sluttier. Bolder. Hungrier. He lives for the praise. For the attention. For knowing he made me look twice. There’s no limit with him. No line he won’t cross to please me. He’ll stretch, edge, beg, pose—whatever I tell him, he does it. And he does it with a look that says, “I was made for this.”

From the very beginning, Zane knew who I was to him. Not just a dom. Not just a fantasy. His Daddy. The only one he wants to serve. And every time he sends a pic, every time he moans my name, every time he tells me how badly he wants to please me— He gets one step closer to claiming that favorite boy spot.

And honestly?

If he keeps this up…

It might already be his.