DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
He dropped both their phones in a drawer.
“Two days,” he said, voice low. “No outside world. Just you and Daddy.”
He stripped her slowly in the middle of the living room. Shirt, boots, pants, bra, panties—everything gone. Then he took off his own clothes. Lila’s mouth went dry at the sight of him naked: thick muscles, dark hair on his chest, and that heavy cock already half-hard.
“On the bed,” he ordered.
He tied her wrists to the wooden headboard with soft rope he’d brought just for this. Arms stretched above her head, completely open for him. Jax stood back and looked at her like a man admiring his prize.