A Daddy? No way.

Marco D’Amico has plenty going for him—renowned pastry chef, respected Dom, and one-third of a devoted polyamorous relationship. But a Daddy? Absolutely not.

Sure, he’s been longing for a submissive of his own.

Sure, his aftercare is as tender as his bullwhip is sharp.

Sure, he thrives on protecting and pampering those under his care.

But Not. A. Daddy.

Until… he sees him.

Augustine Moore, poised in the submissive area at the kink club, his presence commanding in its quiet grace. The purity of his submission is undeniable - etched into his perfect posture, the serene tilt of his head, the way he remains still despite the cruel whispers of younger subs mocking his age.

The man is breathtaking. Strength wrapped in dark, sculpted muscle, his very stillness radiating power.

And Marco wants him.

Augustine Moore is lonely. Four years after losing his husband - his Master - he’s adrift. A move from the East Coast to Southern California was supposed to be a fresh start, but it hasn’t eased the ache of needing a Dom.

At fifty years old, he tries to stay centered, to maintain his submissive composure. But the whispers sting. The sideways glances from Doms who overlook him cut deep.

Until…a steadying hand on his elbow sends a jolt of electricity through him.

When Augustine looks up into eyes as dark as midnight, as clear as truth itself, he falls. Over the edge of reason, into the aching need to submit again.

Can Marco open Augustine’s heart to more than just submission - to the idea of a polyamorous family?

Can Augustine believe the words of praise when a lifetime of being valued only for his strength has left scars too deep to ignore?

Can two men from different worlds discover they were meant to be Daddy and boy?

🔥 Marco’s Valentine is a heart-wrenching, passion-filled MMMM BDSM romance featuring a bi-racial relationship, age gap, Daddy/boy dynamic, polyamory, puppy play, humiliation kinks and a steamy HEA!

Trigger Warnings: Racist and homophobic slurs against one of the main characters but not by any of the polyamory or polycule; violence in a bar brawl.