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PRESTON

The wine swirled in my glass, reflecting a ruby glow against the window of the sunroom as I finished the butter chicken dish Carl had prepared for dinner. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d just sat back and looked up at the stars with a glass of wine. My life was never calm or relaxed, but I didn’t want to do anything but chill until it was time for bed.

Anticipation for another night of milk and cuddles buzzed through me like a bolt of electricity.

After a few more minutes, I set the glass down because I didn’t want my tummy to be too full when my nurse arrived. I had a few hours before bedtime, but I didn’t feel the usual pull to open my computer. The day had been unusually productive, so I allowed myself a night off.

Instead of thinking about work or anything that could be stressful, I leaned back and focused on the panoramic view of the moonlit mountain. When I finally headed upstairs, I went straight to my bathroom.

Soaking in my tub was one of my favorite ways to get ready for the night.

The bathwater greeted me like a warm embrace full of bubbles that beckoned my Little side closer. I wanted to be Little when my nurse arrived. I wanted to fully be in that headspace to just cuddle and drink and sleep while someone took care of me.

If I was lucky, I’d dream about a Daddy holding me every night. A Daddy who was there because of me, not because he was paid to be my secret nurse.

It was a strange dichotomy that I still wasn’t fully comfortable with. Being a man of wealth and influence while locking away this vulnerable part of myself so it wouldn’t hurt my company or my reputation.

Sal had only seen me fully regressed a few times, and he wasn’t into it. My nurse might not be into it either, but if I needed to give him a bonus every day to keep quiet and still willing to see me, I would do it.

I’d do almost anything to have someone there for my nighttime needs.

Clearing my head of any thoughts of Sal, I slid all the way to my neck and let the warm water lull me even more. On my trip to the store, I picked up a pack of standard diapers, just in case. But I didn’t want to wear those. They were intended for a different purpose. A different person. Not a LIttle who wanted a soft and cozy way to sleep with a full tummy of milk and not have to get out of bed all night long.

But until the custom diapers I ordered from an online kink store were delivered in a few days, I had limited options. I didn’t plan to wear them tonight, but I felt better knowing they were there if I needed them. Although they served as a comfort when I was Little, they were also a practical solution to prevent embarrassing accidents when I was drinking so much at night.

But for now, they remained tucked away in my closet. Out of sight but not off my mind.

Eventually, the water cooled off, so I forced myself out of the tub. Wrapped in a plush robe, I went straight to my bed and looked at it longingly. I was tempted to slide in completely naked, but that wasn’t fair to my nurse. Instead, I slipped on a pair of tight briefs and grabbed my ebook.

The bed sheets were crisp beneath me as I slipped to the side closest to the door, ready to dive into a book. I used to read for pleasure all the time, but I’d been buried in leadership and productivity and sleep medication books for months, so instead of starting one of those, I downloaded a steamy romance and started reading in my dark bedroom. I got lost in a love story that was too sweet to be real and didn’t realize how much time had passed until I heard the front door open with a soft click.

I turned off my reader and put it on my nightstand with my heart racing.

My wet nurse’s presence filled the room as soon as he entered it. I couldn’t see him with my eye mask on, but I could hear him. Every move he made seemed amplified until he lifted the covers and slipped into the bed with me.

I gave him a moment to settle in before launching myself toward him. There was no shame in my game as I used my senses to guide me forward until my mouth found his nipple and instantly drew it in with a hunger that had been building all day.

The man’s body tensed for a fraction of a second and then a soft, involuntary sound escaped from his throat. As he arched toward me, his hand began to roam along my back. Each stroke ignited sparks of electric pleasure that traveled down my spine.

Lost in the joy of nursing, I didn’t even notice that a rhythm had started to build in my hips. Without any conscious thought, I was rutting against his thigh as I drank his precious milk. When I moved closer, I felt the man’s erection angled toward the mattress and wanted to reach for him.

He didn’t hump against me, but when my hip pressed against his hard cock that was confined only by the cotton of his underwear, he didn’t move away. He stayed still as my movements created friction for both of us.

As I drank deeply, my hips rocked even faster. I was close to coming when the side of his chest I was on emptied and he had to shift to line up his other nipple with my mouth.

“Yes,” I whispered against his skin. As soon as my lips closed over his hard nipple and a fast rush of milk flowed into my mouth, I rutted even harder. My fingers dug into his ass and pulled him flush with my body as I came in my underwear, dousing the cotton with my release and then hearing the man groan as he came too.

The sheets between us were soaked in our fluids, but I didn’t care at all. Like the night before, I fell asleep on the latch, connected to this man I was quickly becoming addicted to.

When sleep finally claimed me, I clung to him, sticky in the evidence of a silent climax but beyond excited to do it again tomorrow.