Page 8 of Trained By His Little

Just imagining the pain made me shiver. That would be a horrible way to be introduced to the first few days of his new situation.

That thought gave me the push I needed to get out of my car and walk up to his house. Tad needed me to help him.

I went to the door with a bounce in my step, and my worries started to fade as I focused on helping Tad and getting to drink his precious gift from the source. I could feel my Little space creeping up on me at full speed with nothing but warm milk on the brain.

Ugh, this is going to be hard.

I was supposed to be helping Tad learn the basics of chest feeding. I didn't need Little Ollie distracting me. But somehow, Tad already made me feel like I could just be myself. Not to mention the fact that it didn't help that he was so hot.

“Hi, Oliver…” Tad pulled the door open as I approached, startling me. “Sorry, I heard your car door close and wanted to come get you.”

“Uh, hi… You look fine, I mean… you’re fine.” I groaned, annoyed that my stupid filter was broken. But how was anyone supposed to think when there was a sexy older man in front of them? Tad was dressed in loose-fitting sweatpants and a tight black tank that looked like it had padding over his chest, showing off his muscles that he no doubt got from working hard.

“So cute.” Tad chuckled as he gestured me inside. “I just finished making dinner. Are you hungry?”

My tummy rumbled at the delicious aroma filling the house. “Mm, yes, please. It smells so good.”

Once we finished eating, I noticed Tad was subconsciously rubbing his chest. That had to mean he was full, and my mouth watered at the thought.

I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my belly. “Dinner was very yummy. Thank you!”

He stood up and started clearing the table. “You're welcome, boy. I'm glad you enjoyed it.”

My face flushed, and I shivered at the pet name.

“Why don't you go get comfy on the couch while I clean up, and then I'll come help pick a movie for us to watch while you… Um, you know.”

I smiled at his words, knowing they were difficult for him to say. “Mmm, a movie and dessert? I can't wait.”

Tad smiled and blew out a breath as he shook his head before disappearing into the kitchen.

Hoping he was starting to feel more comfortable with what was about to happen, I went to the couch as instructed. My body melted against the soft cushions as I sat down.

He was back a few minutes later. “Is there a particular movie you want to watch?”

I pondered that for a moment, trying to decide what movie would be best as Tad settled on the couch next to me. “Maybe something we've both seen before, so we won't miss out on anything if we…get distracted.” My gaze flicked down to his chest, and my tongue peeked out, licking my lips.

“That's a really good idea.” He flipped through the movie channels until he found something he liked. “What about this one?”

My eyes widened at his choice. It was an animated movie about a rat who becomes a chef. “Yes, please. I love this one.”

He reached over and ruffled my hair, making me blush. “You’re so sweet. Is there anything we need before we get started? I don't mean to rush you, but I’m getting quite full, and it’s starting to get uncomfortable.”

I swayed back and forth and hummed thoughtfully. “Oh! Maybe some pillows? They’ll be nice if either of us needs the support to get extra comfy.”

“Perfect. I'll start the movie and grab some from my room. Wait here, and I’ll be right back.”

I got off the couch and stood up just as Tad came back into the room carrying a couple of pillows. Then I took charge in getting us into position. “Why don't you sit down first? This will be easier if I'm…well, lying across your lap.” I wrung my fingers together nervously. “Is…that okay?”

He slowly reached for my hands, stopping my fidgeting as he rubbed his thumb soothingly across my palms. “That's more than okay, sweetheart. I want both of us to be as comfortable as possible.” He let go of my hands, and the loss of contact immediately made me miss the warmth of his touch.

But I didn't have much time to sulk as he pulled me onto his lap, cradling me against his chest.

My cheek nuzzled his swollen pecs as I breathed in his warm scent, and my body melted against his.

“There you go. Get comfy, sweetheart.” His hand slid over my hip in a soothing gesture. “So, how do we start?”

While remaining in his lap, I pulled away slightly to give him some space. It wasn’t easy to focus because he just smelled so good, but I remembered what came next. “Um…you should probably take your shirt off.”

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