Daddy’s presence filled the room the moment he walked in.
My best friend tried to stay cool, but the way he shifted, the way he stared — he was already giving himself away.
Daddy didn’t rush. He let the tension spread, let curiosity take over my friend’s entire body.
Then Daddy leaned forward, claiming the moment with total control.
My best friend didn’t fight it.
He wanted Daddy — wanted that dominance, that heat — and he finally stopped holding back.
