Page 24 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

WHIT

“I was thinking we could go back to my place today,” Daddy says as we finish breakfast.

“Sure! I’d like that.” We’ve spent the last two days here. I don’t care where we are, but I left some of my craft things at his house and I’d like to work on a new painting. Izzy sent me a picture of the kittens, and I want to paint it as a present for him.

“Let’s clean up, get dressed, and we can head over.”

“Okay.” I rush to put my dishes in the dishwasher. I’ve learned that while Daddy likes cooking, he hates cleaning. So I make sure to help out with the chores since I don’t mind too much. Then I run to my bedroom.

“What do you feel like wearing today?”

“Jammies,” I say.

“Sorry, babe, but no jammies in public.”

“But my jammies are special,” I whine.

“They are, but they are just for Daddy to see. Would you like it if I went out in my jammies?”

My eyes narrow at the thought. No one can see Daddy’s pretties but me. “No,” I grump.

“That’s how I feel too.” He kisses my cheek. “Let me help you pick out something, and we can change into jammies when we get settled in at my house.”

“Okay.” I run and throw myself onto my bed, grabbing Dicky and snuggling him tight. Daddy chuckles and goes to my closet. When he comes over to me, he’s got a pair of loose jeans and a green-and-white flannel. “No underwear?” I ask, even though I’m not surprised. He seems to hate me in underwear.

“I didn’t find any.” He shrugs.

“You didn’t even look,” I tease.

“Sure I did, and they weren’t in your closet.”

“They’re in my dresser.” I point, and he looks.

“Eh, it’s too late now.” He pulls on my pants. “I better be careful, though. I don’t want to zipper up any important bits.” I shudder at the thought. Yeah, that sounds awful.

Once he has me dressed, he pulls my t-shirt over his head, revealing his gloriously naked body to me.

God, he looks so good in my clothes, but even better without them on. When he pulls on his pants without underwear I blink at him.

“What? I’m out of clean underwear. So we can be commando twins.”

“I’m fine with that.” Too bad his pants are so tight, I can’t tell he’s free-balling it.

“Alright. Let’s get anything you want over at my house and we’ll head out soon.”

As soon as we get to his house, he helps me change into some jammies with my favorite butt flap.

I’m lying down chest first on the bed with my legs over the side while he spends a rather long time staring at my ass. I’m sure he’s going to fuck me when he quick closes the flap and helps me stand up.

“Why don’t we go put all of your painting stuff in the spare room?”

That’s a quick subject change, but I roll with it. We did just fuck this morning, so I can wait. Not that I would say no to his dick.

“Good idea, then it won’t be in the way,” I say.

He follows me down the hall, and I pause in the doorway. The room looks so different from the last time I was in here. All of my craft supplies are organized and stored in colorful bins on tall shelves. The walls are painted a soft blue color except for one that’s all black.

“It’s a chalkboard wall. You can write all over it.”

“Really?” I run over and grab a piece of chalk from the bucket on the floor. Then I write “ Thank you, Daddy ” in big bold print.

“You’re very welcome.” He steps into my arms and places his chin on my chest. “I want you to have everything you need when you’re here, and while you might not be Little all the time, I got you some more toys to try.”

“More toys?” Seriously!

“Just go take a look.”

I head over to the far corner, and it’s set up differently from the rest of the room. There’s a puffy-looking couch with piles of pillows and blankets, some toy cars, and blocks.

He is giving me the option to be Little because he wants to try it with me.

This is all too much. I try to hold my tears back, but I’m so overwhelmed.

“Hey, babe. It’s okay.” Daddy rubs my back. “I know that this might be a lot to take in, but?—”

“It’s just so special,” I bawl. “You do so much for me, and I don’t do anything for you.” The tears keep coming.

“Of course you do.” He pulls me to the couch, and I sit across his lap.

“I didn’t even realize it before, but I was lonely.

I was so busy trying to fill that void with as many men as possible, but it was never enough.

That’s why I had to go out almost every night.

” I sniffle, and he wipes my cheek. “But with you, I don’t feel lonely anymore.

You make me feel like I’m special and you need me.

That’s a big feeling for Daddies. I didn’t know how much I was missing until I met you. ”

God, that’s so damn sweet.

I think I love this man, but I still don’t understand what he gets from our relationship.

“I’m glad I make you feel that way, but what do I bring to this relationship? I just do art and let you take care of me.”

“That’s what I was missing. Someone to care for, someone to spoil and look after, not to mention your milk.” He gently pinches a nipple playfully, but I’m still good, so I don’t leak, but I do hiss in pleasure. “And sex with you is the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Me too. I love the way you fuck me, own me.”

“I do own you, boy. You’re mine.”

I like the sound of that.

“Are you going to keep me?” I ask, because I’m still not sure where he falls. Is this something fun for him to try out, but then he might get bored and try something else, or someone else?

My stomach clenches, and I squeeze him a little tighter.

“Whit. Look at me.” I shake my head. I’m worried what I’ll see in his eyes. “Now,” he orders, and I look up. “I’ve claimed you, and I’m very possessive of my things. So hell yeah, I’m keeping you.” His eyes blaze with heat.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I kiss him now, and he smiles into my mouth. “Can I explore my room?”

“Yep, it’s all yours. If there’s anything you want to change or need, just ask me.”

“It’s more than enough.”

“Daddy will be the judge of that.”

“You still doing okay in here?” Daddy asks as he pokes his head into my craft room.

“Yep. Still working,” I say proudly. This is starting to take shape nicely. I’m trying really hard to get the color right on all of the kittens in the picture I’m painting for Izzy.

“Okay, but if you need me, I’m just in the other room.”

“‘Kay.” I get back to work, but I hear Daddy chuckle as he leaves. I wonder what that was about.

“Babe?”

“Huh?” I lean back and look at the painting. Ginger needs more stripes and Snow isn’t puffy enough. So I grab the smallest brush and dip it in the orange paint.

He really is the cutest of all the kittens. I might be biased because he’s my ginger baby, but still, who doesn’t like gingers?

Maybe if I use the white and mix it with the orange, I can get some more stripes to show up.

I look up when I get a kiss on my cheek. “Do you need anything else?” Daddy asks. Actually, I am rather thirsty, but then I notice the cup.

“How did you know I was thirsty?”

“You’ve been working for a few hours already.”

“Really?” Huh. I guess I’ve been too busy to notice the time passing. “I’m good now. Thank you.”

“Okay, but you’ll tell me if you need anything.” His words are kinda stern, and I wonder if I’ve missed something.

“Of course, Daddy. I know you’re here if I need anything. I’m having so much fun, and it’s more relaxing because you’re here too.”

“You’re sweet.”

I give him a quick kiss and get back to work.

The painting is coming together nicely, but there’s still a lot of work to do. My hand cramps when I put down the brush. After a quick shake, I decide to finish the painting another day, so I go in search of Daddy.

He’s been busy working for a few hours. I’m not mad because I’ve been painting, but we’ve both lost track of time and my milk is starting to let down.

“Daddy?” I walk into his room.

“Hey, babe. Are you done painting?”

“Yes, but now I have a problem.”

“Oh, and what’s that?” He tsks when I move my hands and show him I’m leaking. “You naughty thing. Wasting my milk again.” His words are harsh, but so fucking hot.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to.”

“We’ve talked about this,” he warns. “And I gave you plenty of chances to tell me what you needed.”

“You’ve been busy working,” I shout.

He raises an eyebrow, and that’s when I realize my mistake. He came in to check on me multiple times, but I ignored him and kept on working. I caused myself this discomfort, and now he wants to punish me.

I can work with that.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I pout and give him my best puppy-dog eyes.

“You will be, babe.” He grins, and I shiver. Oh, I like that evil look in his eyes. “Go and play some more. I’m not done with this yet.”

“But Daddy,” I whine.

“Nope, I tried, and you ignored me. Now you have to wait until I’m ready.”

Fuck. I’m not going to burst yet, but it won’t be long before I seriously start leaking, and then I’ll make a mess and I’ll be embarrassed.

He looks at me from the corner of his eye and grins, but he pulls back quick. He’s trying to hide how much he’s enjoying this.

Fine. I go back to my craft room, grab a bucket of blocks, and dump them on the floor of his office.

“You know you’re going to have to clean those up.”

“Later.”

He chuckles darkly and gets back to typing.