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LINCOLN

I didn’t fall asleep right away.

It was more like a system shutdown as my body sank into Enzo’s lap the instant I was back in his arms.

Daddy stroked my hair while I drooled into the soft hair of his thigh. Luckily we were both such good dick cleaners that there wasn’t a drop of mess to worry about, so I just closed my eyes and relished the moment.

I only remembered I was still naked when Daddy pulled a throw blanket off the back of the couch and covered me with it. I wouldn’t have minded being chilly because I was too busy feeling safe, but the blanket was nice. And the fact that he wanted me to be warm without me asking was even nicer.

He let me linger there until I drifted off. I didn’t sleep for long, but it was nice to get a little rest time in with Daddy.

When I finally had the strength to lift my head, Enzo was still smiling down at me. “You awake, baby?” His voice was low and sexy. “We should get dinner soon.”

“I guess.” I didn’t ever want to get up, but Daddy’s tummy rumbled, so I couldn’t keep him from eating. “You’re just so comfy.”

“I’ll be just as comfy tonight.” He grinned and eased my head off his lap and stood up. “Let’s get you dressed so we can take a walk and pick up something.”

“Walk?” I let him pull me to my feet and then wrapped my arms around him. “We’re leaving the nest?”

“We can have something delivered, but I thought it might be nice to get some fresh air and maybe check out the ramen place on Fourth.” Enzo raised an eyebrow, waiting for my response.

“Fresh air is for the birds, but I do love ramen.” I glanced down at my discarded romper. “I guess I need real clothes, huh?”

“I prefer you with no clothes at all, but Mrs. Kurimoto might be a bit scandalized.” He picked up my clothes and headed toward my bedroom. Daddy tossed my romper onto the chair and went straight to my closet.

I just sat at the edge of my bed and watched as he pulled clothes out for me. He found my favorite hoodie and carried it to me. It was light blue with thumb holes and a little bear patch I’d sewn on the sleeve.

“I bet you look adorable in this one.” He held it up. “What do you think?”

“It’s my favorite.” I slipped it over my head and watched as he pulled out boxers, socks, and a pair of sweatpants that actually matched. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Now up you go!” Daddy kneeled down beside me as I stood up so I could step into the underwear and sweats. There was a hint of embarrassment creeping into my cheeks, but it was a nice kind of embarrassment. The kind I wanted only him to see.

* * *

We walked to the noodle place with Enzo holding my hand the whole time. It was sweet and romantic and made me fall for him a little harder. The city was in that golden hour where everything looked soft-edged and gentle. Even the cracked sidewalks held a certain charm that I’d never noticed before.

After a quick discussion about the merits of staying or taking out, we decided to stay and grabbed a booth near the back of the small restaurant.

“What are you in the mood for?” Enzo looked at me over the top of his menu.

“Probably the basic chicken ramen. No veggies.” When he opened his mouth to protest, I held up my finger to stop the lecture before it started. “I’ll get a salad, and I do like vegetables, but not in my soup.”

Enzo smiled. “Good boy.”

They were two simple words, but they carried the weight of the world with them. They suddenly became the two most important words to me. The words I wanted to hear from Enzo all day. Every day. “Thank you.”

When the server came a few minutes later, we ordered, and then I sank into the vinyl seat. I wouldn’t get my milk with dinner, but Daddy promised I’d get as much milk as I wanted once we were back at my place.

Our food came out quick and I dug right in. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I burned my tongue on the first bite and had to hold my mouth open for a minute to cool it off. Enzo noticed, of course, so he plucked a couple noodles out of my bowl and blew on them before offering them to me with his chopsticks.

I opened my mouth and let him put the cooled noodles right on my tongue. “Thank you, Daddy.”

He winked. “As you learned last night, I like feeding you.”

My cheeks burned as I thought about his milk and how yummy it would be when I was comfy in my bed. “That’s good to know because I like feeding from you.” I waggled my eyebrows dramatically. “From all your parts.”

He chuckled at my silly joke and dug into his own bowl of stinky truffle ramen.

For the next hour, we ate and laughed and shared secrets and funny stories. It was a perfect date. And even though it was technically our first date, I didn’t think of it that way. Whether Enzo would have agreed or not, I considered our time in the elevator as our first date.

Those hours that could have been terrifying if I’d been alone but ended up being the start of something amazing.

When we were ready to leave, Enzo paid the bill and then led me out into the grayish dusk. The walk back was unhurried as I cuddled into his side. I’d put my sexual needs aside through dinner, but as we got closer to my place, my libido inched higher, along with my thirst for my Daddy.

When we got to my apartment, I barely made it inside before climbing Enzo like a monkey. He laughed and held me in his arms as I kissed him hard. “Whoa, where did that come from?”

“I remembered how much I want some milk, and that made me hard, and then that made me climb you.”

“I see.” He leaned against the door and kissed me for several minutes before pulling back and resting his forehead on my shoulder. “How about bathtime first. Then milk. I promise.”

I sighed heavily and pouted. “But I wanna?—”

“Bathtime.” He raised an eyebrow and started walking toward the bathroom. “That way we can climb into bed and be ready for…anything.”

“Anything sounds good.” I slid down his body and dragged him toward the bathroom. “Hurry up, Daddy. We need to be ready for anything.”

As was already becoming a routine for us, I watched Daddy turn on the tap and get the water just right as I hopped from foot to foot, anxious to get cleaned up.

He took his time, fussing with the bubbles and making me wriggle with excitement. “It’s warm enough.”

“It definitely isn’t.” He smiled and shook his head. “Let’s go potty first.” He didn’t have to remind me, but I liked that he did.

“Yeah. Okay.” He undressed me with the same care as earlier and then helped me pee. The attention was pulling my Little side to the surface, and I felt myself quickly sinking into the regressed state I loved so much.

Once I was naked, Enzo ran his hands up my arms and then guided me into the tub. The water was perfectly warm and only served to further relax my limbs until I was basically floating in the bubble clouds.

Enzo squatted beside the tub with his sleeves rolled up and lathered up a washcloth with my body wash. “How is it?”

I sighed and cracked one eyelid open to look at him. “Floaty and warm.”

“Then I got it just right.” He lifted one of my arms up and ran the cloth over it. “We’ll make it quick.”

“Mm.” Quick was good. Quick meant milk and maybe more Daddy dick inside me. Maybe even inside my bottom. “‘Kay.”

Enzo clocked my mood immediately and started moving faster. As soon as he’d at least run the towel over me in a cursory gesture, we were finally done. “Ready for milk?”

“YES!” I almost screamed, so excited that it was finally time. “You made me wait so long.”

Daddy laughed and leaned over to kiss my shoulder. “Sorry for trying to get you ready for anything.”

“I’m ready. I’m ready.” I held both arms up so he could help me to my feet. “Let’s go!”

My towels were a bit on the scratchy side, but that didn’t take away from the fact that it felt so good to have Daddy drying me off in slow circles and gently rubs. He kissed the top of my head once he deemed me dry and then led me to my bedroom.

Thankfully, Daddy didn’t try to dress me. He just pulled his own shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor before shucking his pants off in two quick tugs. I couldn’t help frowning when he left his underwear on, but I was confident I could separate him from every bit of clothing he’d been wearing.

Enzo pulled back my comforter and climbed in before patting the spot next to him. “Come keep me warm, baby.”

There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation before I crawled in as naked as the day I was born and turned to his chest. I pressed my face against his warm skin and immediately found the right spot—the ring of pebbled flesh that already had a drop of milk waiting for me—and I latched on.

The first pull was a delicious surprise of sweetness that flooded my mouth. I moaned around him as my eyes shut and I suckled. It was a slow motion at first and then greedier as the milk flowed faster.

Daddy stroked my back and murmured sweet words into my hair.

I drank, and drank, and drank until my tummy felt heavy and my head felt light. I switched sides when Daddy nudged my cheek and smiled sleepily as milk dribbled down my chin.

He wiped it away, then tucked me tighter under his arm.

I drank from him until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer and the quiet thump of his heart lulled me to sleep.

I drifted off with his nipple still in my mouth and his nails lightly scratching my back.