Page 15 of Awakening His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #17)

Chapter 15

Izzy

Man, my dick is sore.

I was so hard after feeding from Joe.

Not Joe, Daddy.

God, my dick is getting hard again just thinking about it.

His milk was warm and tasted amazing. It felt like I was floating on a cloud because dreams really do come true.

My unicorn is real.

I laugh, and Daddy looks at me. I smile at him sweetly, and he smiles back, but I can tell he’s not sure why I’m smiling.

No reason, Daddy. I’m not thinking about how your body tastes and the feel of your hard dick underneath me.

The problem I have now is that as much as I tried to get off, I couldn’t because my stupid right hand doesn’t work. So now I’m sore and hard and unsatisfied. Next time he lets me feed, I’m going to rub against him until I come. I was so close last time.

“How are you feeling?”

“Sore.” In more ways than one.

“You want some more ibuprofen?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay, let me get you a snack too.”

“Can I have cheese and crackers?”

“And grapes.”

“Sure.”

He pokes his head in the fridge. “Do you want some sausage?”

“Sure. I love sausage.” I hope my innuendo is clear enough for him.

“Izzy,” he warns but smiles and then rubs the sausage in an obscene fashion.

“Hey, no fair.” I wiggle. “Now my dick is getting ideas, and he already has enough ideas.” If Daddy only knew.

“I’m sorry, baby. You’re right. I shouldn’t tease.”

Daddy gets my snack ready as I read on my phone until it dies.

Stupid power. Why won’t you come back on? It’s boring with no TV or phones, so I go to the kitchen and sit at the island to watch Daddy.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“I’m bored.” I sigh.

“Did your phone finally die?”

“Yeah.” He kept his phone on low-power mode in case of emergency, but I could play with mine because he’s a good Daddy like that.

“Why don’t you go play solitaire?”

“Solitaire is lonely and boring,” I whine.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t help me in the kitchen. You shouldn’t be using a knife with the wrong hand.”

“Hey!” I gasp, thoroughly offended. “The left hand is the right hand, and the right hand is the wrong hand. Scientists say that lefties are in our right minds and more creative.”

“So I’ve heard, but you also can’t use a can opener.” I open my mouth to argue, but I really can’t. I hate those fucking things. “Or scissors.” Again, I want to argue, but I can’t. You would think scissors would work in either hand, but they don’t.

“Fine, smarty pants Daddy, but I can design the perfect Christmas light display for any house.”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I haven’t seen any of your work this year. Maybe you and I could work together to get the cabin decorated for Christmas.”

I gasp loudly.

“I would love that! But you would need to help because…” I hold up my arm.

“Of course. I wanted to go check on the conditions outside, and I’ll grab the decorations too.” He kisses the top of my head and hands me my snack. I put the flashlight down and dig in.

“I don’t think you need the flashlight right now, baby. It’s daytime.”

“I’m not taking any chances. The snow could get really bad again and block out the sun. It already took the power. Why not the sun?”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen, but I won’t say never.”

He walks to the closet by the door and gets all bundled up. I can barely see his face when he’s finally ready.

“I don’t think you should go outside.” The wind is howling and that damp cold feeling is permeating every room but the living room, and that’s only because the fireplace is in there.

“I’ll just check, and if it’s too bad, I’ll come right back in.”

“Okay, but be careful.”

“I will. I need to get back so I can take care of you.”

“Damn right you do.”

“Darn,” he corrects.

“Darn,” I repeat, and then he goes out the door.

I try to focus on my snack, eating slowly, but I’m worried. The wind is so loud I wonder if maybe wendigos are real.

When the front door opens just a few minutes later, I run to find Daddy covered in so much snow, he almost looks like the abominable snow monster.

“Are you okay?” I ask and help brush him off with my good hand.

“It’s really darn cold out there and the snow hasn’t stopped yet. There’s got to be at least three feet and still coming.” He shakes and stomps off the snow. “Everything looks good outside, though. The vents are clear, and the roof looks stable.”

“The roof?! Were we worried it was going to collapse?”

“No, I was just checking to see if the ice was getting too heavy on the gutters or if the roof was getting crowded.”

“Is it?”

“No, baby.” Daddy’s all sweaty and smells like outside now. “We’re going to be fine.”

“Good.” I take his hand and pull him toward the fireplace. “You sit and get warm. I’ll make you some coffee.”

“It’s okay. You should relax. I can do it.”

“No, you sit and get warm. I don’t want any of your body parts to fall off.”

“Are you being cheeky?”

“No.” I give him my innocent look. “You’d be surprised how much you’d miss the use of your dominate arm.”

He laughs now and sits on the rug in front of the fire.

“Okay, you can make me a coffee. But call if you need any help.”

I know how to work the fancy coffee machine. Insert pod thingy, press power…

Right.

“Daddy?”

“Fill the kettle with water and bring it here.”

I pour some water from the jug in the fridge and bring it into the living room. He takes it from me and puts it into the fireplace.

I lean against him while we wait for the kettle to heat.

“What are we going to do for the rest of the day?” I ask.

“We can stare at the fire,” he recommends, and it’s a good idea, but it only works for about two minutes before I’m bored again.

He chuckles. “You want to play Go Fish again?”

“Crazy Eights,” I suggest.

“Okay.”

“How about we put up the decorations now?” Daddy asks after he wins for like that sixth straight time.

“No,” I huff.

“I think we should, since someone is getting upset about losing.”

“I can’t help it. You should let me win.”

“Trust me, I’ve tried.”

That breaks the tension, and I laugh now.

“You had to keep drawing until you had every card in the deck, and I couldn’t wait anymore.”

He’s not wrong.

“Okay, will you help me unpack everything so I can look at it and decide what to do?”

“Sure, but I can’t guarantee they won’t be all one big knot.”

“You’ll have to get them all out then because…” I hold up my cast.

“You’re going to milk that for all it’s worth,” he teases.

“I’m going to milk you for all you’re worth,” I tease back.

“Izzy.”

“What? It wasn’t a sexual comment, it was the truth. Now if I said you could milk me, that would be sexual.”

“I can’t milk you?”

“Sure you could, just not my nipples.” I wink, and he thinks for a moment. I can tell when he realizes what I meant because his eyes flash with heat.

Yeah. You like that idea, Daddy?

He shakes his head and drags a giant box over.

“Will Leo be upset if we do this without him?”

“Leo, the prissy little twink who hates getting dirty and doing any kind of manual labor?” I ask. Unless it’s fucking a lumberjack. Then he’ll work and get dirty, but I shouldn’t tell his dad that.

He laughs. “Good point.”

I spend the next hour getting the lights separated and arranged by color. I think they would normally go outside, but because there’s so much snow, they’re going inside.

“Daddy?”

Joe comes in from the kitchen.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m ready. Can you help me?”

“Of course. Let me just get dinner on the fire.”

“What are you making?”

“Beef pot roast with potatoes, carrots, and celery.”

“I don’t like celery.” I pout hard.

“If you eat the carrots, you don’t need to eat celery.”

“Good, because celery is stringy and tastes like feet.”

He laughs and kisses the top of my head.

“Alright. Tell me what to do.”

“Do you have a ladder?”

He goes to the hall closet and pulls out a tall ladder.

“I hope all of these lights actually work. It would suck to take them down once the power comes back on,” he says.

“I was worried too, but now it will be a surprise.”

I direct him to wrap the red lights I found around the first ceiling beam, the green around the second, and then the red around the third.

I help him by holding the ladder and keeping the lights untangled.

I don’t watch his perfect ass and thighs flex while he balances himself. Or think about sucking his dick whenever it’s at eye level.

“You’re staring at my junk again.”

“I-it’s right there, and I’m not looking, I’m just… It’s right there and it looks so good. I want to nuzzle it.”

“Nuzzle it?” he asks.

“Yeah, just a quick nuzzle.”

“There is no way that’s all you would do with my dick if I let you touch it.”

“Set clear rules, Daddy, and I’ll listen.”

He comes down one step and leans against the ladder. “Fine, a quick nuzzle.”

“Really?!” I gasp.

“Quick,” he reminds. I nod and basically throw my head at his crotch.

The soft bulge is so warm and enticing. It smells so manly, and it’s getting larger as I rub my face against it like a horny cat.

“I said quick.” But he doesn’t move my head away.

“I heard.”

He grabs my hair and pulls me back before he leans down and gets right into my face. “Do you want to get punished?”

Hell yes.

“No, Daddy. I want to be so good for you.”

He glares and roughly shoves my face back into his crotch. Then he uses his hair to move my head up and down before he pushes me gently back.

“Keep acting up and I’ll have to punish you.”

“I’ll be better.” Or naughtier, it depends, but my arm still hurts. Maybe I don’t want any more pain, but a good spanking might help me forget.

“I think I need more medicine.”

Daddy stops what he’s doing and climbs down the ladder.

“I’m sorry, I got distracted and forgot.” He takes my good hand and leads me to the kitchen. “Do you need a snack too?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Here.” He hands me a yogurt. “Just have something small. We don’t want your tummy to get upset again.”

“I don’t like yogurt.”

“Fine, have a granola bar.”

“I don’t like granola bars.”

“Fine, have an apple.”

“With peanut butter?”

“Sure.”

“Will you peel and cut it?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Yes, please.”

He nods and leaves the room, so I take this time to move around the room and place all the other decorations. There’s lots of garland, so I wrap it around a strand of white lights before I drape it across the fireplace mantle. I find six stocking in a box and pull out the three that I think match the best and hang them in front of the fire. There’s a nativity scene that I set up on the end table by the couch. I find a bunch of ornaments in a box, and then I wonder about a tree.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby,” he calls from the kitchen.

“We don’t have a tree.”

“No worries. When the snow stops, hopefully soon, we can take the chainsaw out and cut one down.”

“We can cut your trees down?”

“Sure, they’re mine.” He brings me my snack. “You can even pick out which one.”

“Really!” I run into him and give him a big hug. “Ouch.” My shoulder pulls, and I let go.

“Oh, here you go.” I take the pills with a glass of water. “Now I know you’re excited, but you need to remember that you’re still healing, and it’s only been two days.”

“I’m fine.”

“I know, but we should take a little break.” He pulls me down onto the couch and into his lap.

“Do you need a little break?” I rub his chest.

“I’m fine, baby. I think I can make it until bedtime.”

“Well, if you can’t make it, let me know, and I’d be happy to help.” I try to scoop the peanut butter up onto an apple slice, but it’s slippery.

“I’m sure you would.”

“Is it weird for you? I don’t want to talk about it if it makes you feel weird.”

“Yes and no.” He sighs and feeds me an apple with a big glob of peanut butter on it. “I’ve been hiding it my whole life, and when Leo found out —”

“Leo knows! Why didn’t he tell me?” Joe just stares at me until I figure it out. “Right, because it’s your secret.”

“And?”

“And…” He feeds me another apple. I’m not sure what else.

“You said liking suckling was private, and you didn’t want him to know.”

“Oh, right. I didn’t, because people think it’s weird. Even when I just wanted to pretend, they didn’t like that game.”

“I can understand. I think it’s annoying, but it’s nice that you know and aren’t grossed out.”

“I’m willing.” Hell, desperate. Two times was not enough.

“My eager boy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I snuggle into his lap while he continues to feed me apples. When I finish, the sound of the fireplace and the warmth of his body have me falling asleep in no time.