Page 19 of Nursing the Alpha
SETH
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Flynn:
I left a bottle outside the door.
Me:
I saw you tonight.
You’re breathtaking.
Do you know what you’re doing to me, baby?
Flynn: Drink it before it goes cold.
October 16 – 12:09 a.m.
Flynn:
You’re still out there?
Me:
Always.
Flynn:
Why?
Me:
Because I can’t stay away.
Because you’re mine.
Flynn:
You shouldn’t say things like that.
Me:
You shouldn’t look so sweet when you’re full and aching for me.
Flynn:
I left two bottles tonight. Hope you’re thirsty.
October 17 – 1:03 a.m.
Me:
Do you even know how perfect you look at that window?
Flynn:
You’re imagining it.
Me:
No. I’m watching it.
Your fingers sliding down your chest, your shirt slipping off your shoulder…
You’re trying to kill me.
Flynn:
If it helps… I was thinking of your mouth the whole time.
Me:
Flynn.
Please. Let me in.
(Message left on read)
October 18 – 12:21 a.m.
Flynn:
It’s raining tonight.
Me:
Doesn’t matter. I’ll be there. I’ll always be there.
You should open the window and let me hear you too.
Flynn:
You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
Me:
I’d give anything for it.
Flynn:
I’m leaking again.
Me:
God, baby…
Don’t waste a drop.
Flynn:
There’s milk outside. It’s warm.
October 19 – 1:17 a.m.
Me:
Do you ever think about me nursing directly from you again?
Flynn:
Maybe.
Me:
Will you jerk off for me while letting the milk flow freely down your chest?
Flynn:
Why?
Me:
So I can jerk off while watching you.
Fuck, Flynn. Didn’t expect you to fuck yourself on a dildo right in front of me. I came so hard imagining my lips on your beautiful tits.
Flynn:
Maybe I’ll let you in tomorrow.
October 20 – 12:47 a.m.
Flynn:
I don’t know why I keep doing this. It’s sick.
Me:
Because you want me as much as I want you.
Flynn:
Don’t be so sure.
Me:
You wouldn’t keep teasing me if you didn’t.
Flynn:
Maybe I like watching you suffer.
Me:
Maybe I like suffering for you.
Flynn:
There’s milk outside. Two bottles. Still not letting you in.
Me:
I’ll drink every drop and still be starving for you.
October 21 – 1:56 a.m.
Me:
I can smell you tonight. Even from here.
Are you full again? Is your chest aching for me?
Flynn:
Yes.
Me:
Then unlock the door. Let me help you.
Flynn:
Not tonight.
Me:
Please, Flynn. I’m losing my mind.
Flynn:
Then come back tomorrow. Maybe I’ll be merciful.
Me:
Merciful?
Flynn:
Maybe I’ll open the door.
October 22 – 12:09 a.m.
Flynn:
Are you sorry for what you did to me, Seth?
Me:
Yes. Every day.
Flynn:
Really? Or are you just sorry I found out?
Me:
I swear I’m sorry. For all of it.
Flynn:
Then why do I still feel like you’d do it again if you could?
Me:
You have to believe me.
Flynn, baby, please.
Flynn!
October 23 – 1:02 a.m.
Flynn:
Are you sorry tonight?
Me:
Yes.
I’m sorry. I’m ruined without you.
Flynn:
You sound so convincing. Almost like you mean it.
Me:
I do mean it. Baby, please.
October 24 – 12:47 a.m.
Flynn:
Do you really expect me to believe you’re sorry?
Me:
I know you don’t. And I can’t blame you.
Flynn:
Say it, then. Say the truth.
Me:
You’re right.
I wouldn’t believe me either.
Because the truth is… I’m not sorry.
I loved every second of watching you. Every sound you made. Every drop of your milk I took while you slept.
Flynn:
Sleeping? You drugged me.
Me:
Yes, I did because I knew it wouldn’t hurt you. And I don’t regret it. When I came, it felt so fucking good. I only wish I’d had the guts to come on your beautiful pecs while you were sleeping.
Flynn:
Finally.
Me:
Let me in.
Flynn!
Flynn, please.
October 25 – 1:18 a.m.
Flynn:
No milk tonight.
Me:
What? Why?
Flynn:
I don’t feel like expressing.
I’m sure you know other ways to get milk if you need it.
October 25 – 3:20 a.m.
Me:
Flynn, don’t tease me like this.
Please. You know I need it. I need you.
I’ll get on my knees. I’ll do anything. Just don’t shut me out.
Tell me what you want. I’ll give it.
Flynn? Baby? Please answer me.
October 26 – 12:32 a.m.
Me:
Are you there? Please. Just a word. Anything.
I’m going out of my mind. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t stop thinking about you.
Flynn, I’ll beg if you want me to. You win. Just let me see you.
October 27 – 1:50 a.m.
Me:
I’m still here. Waiting. Do you even want me to stop?
Or is this just part of the game?
God, I hope it’s the game.
Baby, please.
October 28 – 11:14 p.m.
Flynn:
A door between us has never stopped you from getting my milk.
I stared at the screen, my breath catching so hard it felt like someone had reached straight into my chest and squeezed.
My thumb hovered over the keyboard, trembling.
Was this?—
Did he?—
Could Flynn mean?—