Page 13 of Trained By His Little

Everything was perfect, except that when I woke up, he wasn't there.

It was strange, really. We hadn't known each other for very long, but I already found myself never wanting to leave his side. Daddy was perfect. If only I could be with him all the time.

The day seemed to drag on until I finally finished the work I needed to get done before I could close up my computer.

I packed my bag, excited to get ready to stay at Tad’s for the weekend. I couldn’t wait to wake up in my Daddy's arms.

Tad came outside to greet me as I walked up the front path to his house.

I immediately threw myself into his arms, so happy to see him. “I missed you, Daddy. I’m so excited.” I stuck my bottom lip out, pouting as I felt myself already starting to regress just by being in his presence. “I missed you. I don't like waking up without you.”

His arms tightened around me, his cheek nuzzling my hair. “I missed you too, little one. I hate leaving you too, but we don't have to worry about that tonight, do we?”

I shook my head, burying my face in his neck and inhaling deeply. Tad always smelled so yummy. “Nope. It's going to be the best night ever!”

“That's right, sweetheart. It's going to be perfect. Just. Like. You.” He placed soft kisses on my face between each word, making my skin heat and my heart pound. Then he pulled away and led me into the house.

No one had ever made me feel so special. He thought I was perfect. Not only did he make me feel like I was perfect, he also made me feel so…loved.

I bounced on my toes, planting a sweet kiss on his lips. “You’re perfect too, Daddy! I love spending time with you.”

I was so happy that my body felt like it was floating as I headed over to the couch. Tad was usually ready to burst by the time we got together, so we always started with a quick suckle to help drain his milk.

Daddy stopped me by gently grabbing my hand, looking almost nervous but also excited. “Sweetheart, I have a special room just for you when you stay here with me. It has a nice bed with lots of stuffies and pillows that will let us get extra comfy while you nurse. Would you like to see it?”

I stared at him with wide eyes, my words caught in my throat as my brain processed what he said. He had a whole room in his house just for me? “Y-you… I have a room?”

He nodded, smiling at my excitement. “I do. Remember when I told you I've been looking for my special boy?”

I nodded as he led me down the hall, my hand still in his as he stopped in front of a closed door.

“I made this room so that when I found him, he would have his own special place meant just for him. And now that I’ve found you, it’s yours if you want it.”

I rocked back and forth on my heels, excitement and nerves bringing Little Ollie to the surface. “Please! I want to see it, Daddy.”

He stepped forward and opened the door as he pulled me inside.

My breath hitched as I took in my surroundings. The room was…amazing. It was every Little’s dream. Soft and comforting, bright and exciting. In one corner of the room, there was a full-sized bed covered in the fluffiest plushies and blankets I’d ever seen.

The opposite wall had a dresser and cubbies lining the space with different-colored bins. “D-daddy… It’s beautiful. This is for me? Are you sure?” My words were choked as tears gathered in my eyes.

“Oh sweet, Ollie. C’mere, little one.”

I sniffled loudly, trying to get my emotions in check as he wrapped me in his arms and placed us on the bed so I was in his lap.

I cocked my head in surprise as he removed his shirt. “Do you wanna suckle, baby? I know this is a lot to take in all at once. Maybe some warm milk will help you calm down.”

Tears streamed down my face as I latched on to him, the liquid and soothing rhythm instantly helping to calm my mind.

Tad always knew what I needed. He’d only known me for a short time and was already so attuned to me and my needs. It was overwhelming to think about how perfect he was.

My tears started to slow as he gently rocked us from side to side, his fingers scratching softly at my scalp. “I'm so happy you like the room, sweetheart. It means so much to me that you enjoy your time here with me. I thought my life was over when I started lactating, and while I still have to figure some things out—like how to use that stupid pump—I'm so thankful it brought me to you.”

My heart was so full of love that it was about to burst out of my chest. I switched to the other side, still unable to form words, but I didn't need any. Daddy had me and was going to take care of me.

He continued stroking my hair, soothing me as I drank. “It may not seem like much to you, but to me…everything you’ve taught me and helped me with has kept me sane through all these changes. So, this room is my gift to you, sweet boy.”

Once I felt the stream of milk start to lessen, I lazily popped off, looking up at him and finding so much love and care in his warm gaze. Daddy was right. In just a short amount of time, he’d gone through so many changes.

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