Page 9 of Daddy’s Thirsty Little Doll (The Lactin Brotherhood #24)

EMERY

I let out a soft whine. My brain felt all fuzzy.

It was so nice not having to talk, and when I finally tried to form words, they came out high-pitched yet soft.

My entire body felt different. There was this floaty feeling that coursed through me, and Daddy was the only thing keeping me from floating away… It was bliss.

Daddy leaned down and planted soft kisses all over my face.

He stopped when his mouth hovered over mine.

“May I kiss you, baby doll?” I tried to form the words to tell him, yes, it felt like I’d been waiting forever for his lips on mine, but words were becoming harder and harder to find.

Another whine escaped when I gave up and just nodded my head.

“Shh, precious, you don't have to speak. Nodding or shaking your head is just fine.”

I lifted my head off the changing mat and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, hoping he could feel my appreciation.

Michael was amazing. It had only been a handful of minutes, but the affection and care he showed were quickly becoming my new addiction.

I brought my face back to his and licked my lips in anticipation.

“You are just so damn cute.”

My cheeks became flushed, his praise making me squirm.

A whine threatened to escape me but was stifled when I felt his lips descend on mine.

His lips were soft and warm. The kiss was short, but it was perfect.

Before I could start begging for more kisses, Daddy turned me into a fit of giggles as he planted wet, loud kisses on my forehead and cheeks.

“I can't decide what's more addictive, giving my sweet doll kisses or hearing your precious giggles.”

Daddy grabbed the diaper, and I wiggled both from excitement and nerves.

When Daddy first showed me the diaper, I felt embarrassed and ashamed for wanting those things.

But I was tired of denying myself things I wanted just because society said it was wrong.

I was ready and wanted nothing more than to surrender completely to his care.

I’d spent so long caring for everyone but myself, and I was ready to dive right in.

Daddy sensed my nerves and rubbed soothing circles into my hip. “You can change your mind at any time. If you can’t speak, just give me a thumbs down and we'll stop and talk about what to do next.”

I may not have known him very long, but I trusted that Daddy wouldn't hurt me or do anything I didn't want to do. The reassurance of having a nonverbal safe word had all my nerves melting away.

He patted my side and instructed me to lift my hips and slide the diaper underneath me. A soft gasp escaped me when my bottom landed on the soft cotton, and I wiggled slightly, testing how the material felt on my skin.

“Does that feel nice against your skin, precious?”

I nodded, another whine escaping me as I felt my cock start to stiffen. Daddy pulled up the front of my diaper and secured the tabs. He gave my padded cock a pat and smirked. “Later, baby doll.”

My body melted into the changing pad as Daddy moved me, pulled my skirt up my legs, and then followed with pretty pink thigh-high socks. Daddy put his hand under my back and lifted me up so my feet were hanging off the edge. “Lift your arms, baby doll.”

Daddy carefully slipped a fuzzy pink sweater with a cute teddy on it over my head and pulled it down. “Normally, I’d love to do your hair and makeup, but it's getting late, and milk and cookies are not a suitable dinner.”

He picked me up and placed me on his hip again, and I quickly buried my face in his neck and sniffed.

I thought I was being sneaky, but Daddy's chuckle made me pretty sure I got caught.

Oh well, it's his fault for smelling so yummy.

Speaking of yummy, I brought my hand up to his chest and started rubbing his nipple through the thin cotton of his shirt.

I pouted, wishing I could latch on again.

“Later, we need to get some real food in you first, but you can nurse again before bed.”

I let out a huff before burying my face into his chest, so I could pout.

I wanted to be good and listen, but Daddy smelled so yummy, and I really wanted more milkies.

My emotions were at odds with each other, and I felt tears start to prickle at my eyelids.

Just as I was about to give in to the sobs threatening to wrack my body, I settled when I felt Daddy grab my chin and tilt my head up.

His eyes were soft as he spoke, and his words made my tummy feel all tingly.

“Shh, baby doll, I know it's hard when we can't get the things we want right away, but you're being so good for me. It’s my job to take care of you, and one of those things is making sure you eat well. If you’re good and eat dinner, I promise you'll get all the milkies you want before bed. Can you do that for me?”

My lip trembled as I nodded. Daddy was so patient and kind that it was slightly overwhelming.

His words were full of understanding and care, and it made my heart swell.

No one had ever taken the time to explain things and help me work through my emotions.

It was healing in a way I’d never expected.

I buried my face in the crook of Daddy's neck and took in his scent.

His scent wrapped around me and calmed me like nothing else ever had.

I hoped I never had to go another day without it… or him. I was falling hard and fast.

Daddy supported me with one hand while his other rubbed my back in a soothing up-and-down motion. Before I knew it, we were in the kitchen and Daddy was placing me on the island countertop.

A whine threatened to escape me. I knew Daddy needed both of his hands to make us food, but I didn't want to be away from him. “Shh, it's okay, I'm gonna be right here making us dinner, I'm not going anywhere.”

Now that I knew Daddy wasn't going far, I felt so small and carefree sitting on the countertop.

Being careful so I didn't fall, I swayed slightly from side to side, humming happily as I watched Daddy move around the kitchen, grabbing various foods out of the fridge and cutting them up.

Before I knew it, Daddy was picking me up and carrying me into the dining room.

He placed the plate he was carrying down on the table and sat us down, with me still in his lap.

I thought briefly about getting up to sit in my own chair, but if Daddy wanted that, he would have done it himself, and I definitely didn't want to leave his lap, so I just snuggled into him and waited. “I made some sandwiches and fruit that I cut up into bite-sized pieces so I could feed my baby.”

Daddy moved my head so my cheek was lying against his chest and brought a slice of strawberry to my lips.

I licked my lips before opening up to accept the juicy fruit, my tongue grazed Daddy's fingers, and he let out a soft moan.

His voice was deeper and slightly strained as he spoke, “Good job, baby doll, here's some more.”

Instead of more fruit, Daddy brought a sandwich that was cut up into little squares and placed it between my lips.

He continued to feed himself and me while talking about various things.

He spoke of the toys and accessories he had in the playroom and the different ways he was excited to play with me.

Not once during dinner did he expect me to reply.

At first, I was confused, but then a soft, comforting haze enveloped me, and I realized what he was doing.

I was his doll… He’d carried me around and taken care of me without expecting any kind of response or movement, just like how one plays with a doll.

Without experiencing it, I would have thought it sounded impersonal and possibly rude.

While to some it would seem like he was ignoring me or possibly the other way around, I’d never felt so important.

Even though he was talking as if I weren’t there, and I was just sitting in his lap, I’d never felt closer to anyone as I did him at that moment.

My entire body was relaxed and limp against him, except my mouth, when I chewed the delicious food Daddy fed me. His entire focus was on me, and he had become the center of my universe.