The girlfriend isn’t doing it anymore

Logan has a girlfriend—but she’s just not cutting it anymore. Ever since he submitted to me, he can’t get me out of his head. Fucking her might make him cum, but it doesn’t satisfy him. Not the way I do. Not the way being mine does.

When Logan cums for me—after hours of edging, showing off, fingering his pussy while biting his lip—he’s ruined. Shaking. Gasping. Drenched in sweat.

Because I make him feel used. Owned. Seen.

And when I message? It doesn’t matter who he’s with—I’m the priority. He’s muted her on the phone just to send me videos—legs spread, hole dripping, cock twitching, begging to be filled.

Desperate little whimpers under his breath, all for me.

He’s never had a Daddy before but he tells me I’m the best Daddy he could have ever asked for. And I believe him.

Because the way he serves me, the way he worships me, the way he puts me above everything else?

That girl’s just background noise now. A warm-up. A placeholder. Because Logan knows the truth—

He’s mine.

And when I want him, he’ll drop everything, spread his legs, and give it all to me. Every. Single. Time.