All Yours
He is in dark jeans and a soft gray Henley, carrying a small overnight bag like he is moving in for the weekend instead of just one night.
Both of them look at me like I am the only thing in the room.
“Hi, Daddies,” I whisper, hands clasped behind my back, wearing nothing but the pale-pink lace teddy Daddy Marcus picked out for tonight and the thin black velvet collar he fastened around my throat this morning.
Daddy Marcus steps forward first, cups my chin, tilts my face up. “There is our perfect girl. Are you ready to be good for both of us?”
I nod, already slippery between my thighs. “Yes, Daddy.”