Daddy Gets His Dom On

Havermouth, Present Time

Talen heard them coming up the stairs and as waiting by the open double doors into the playroom, braced in the doorframe, his bulk blocking entry. He was shirtless, barefoot, and his jeans were open at the fly. His hair had grown, Aislen thought, its ends now brushing his nipples, the piercings glinting through the strands.

His smile was slow and smouldering as they approached, and Aislen felt a wave of desire burn through her. “Fuck me,” she fanned her face with her hand. “I’m not sure which one of us went the most weak-kneed to see you half naked and doing a door-lean like that, Daddy, but all three of us turned into hormonal cum-puddles.”

Talen’s chuckle was rich. “You know the rules,” he said. “Undress at the door.”

“You breaking the rules Daddy?” Rhett teased, even as he began to pull his top off over his head.

“I’m making the rules, brat,” Talen corrected. “Safe words?”

“R & G,” Aislen toed off her shoes. “What’s Heath up to?”

“Oh,” Talen’s smirk turned