Page 15 of Night Latch

I kicked off my shoes by the door and shook my head. “No, thanks. I just need a shower and to get into bed.”

Otto froze in place as if he wasn’t sure how he wanted to handle this. “How would you like me, sir?”

My head was cocked as I gave him a slow once-over. “Can you come into my room in thirty minutes? I’ll be ready for you then.”

“Of course.” He stepped away just long enough to put the drink back in the fridge. “Same rules apply?”

I swallowed hard as I stared into his eyes. “No rules apply, Otto. I think we’ve established that trust by now.”

The irises in his eyes disappeared as his pupils dilated. “I’ll see you in thirty.”

I peeled off my clothes and dropped them onto the bathroom floor. My skin prickled with anticipation for how the night was going to go. As always, I was aroused by the prospect of nursing. But now that I knew it was Otto giving me that gift, I was turned on at a whole new level. My desperate dick was impossible to ignore—standing proud and attention-seeking—but I let it be. My focus was on the warm body that was waiting for me to slide into my bed.

The water cascaded over me in a warm deluge as heat penetrated every pore and muscle. My hands roamed over my body, not in an erotic way but with the practicality of someone washing away the day.

It was like shedding an old skin and emerging new and ready for whatever—or rather whoever—came next.

Once I was clean and infinitely more relaxed, I stepped out of the shower with tendrils of water tracing paths down my legs and dripping onto the plush bath mat. A brief chill shimmied up my spine, but I didn’t worry about it. I was about to get warmed up in the most natural way possible.

Body heat and chest milk. Nothing could be better than that.

I padded across the cool hardwood floor of my bedroom, in the semi-darkness. The bathroom light was on, so a sliver of lightescaped through the cracked door in case I needed to get up in the middle of the night. No clothes were needed on my body. Not anymore.

Kneeling over my bag, I pulled out a few things that might come in handy. I put the diaper on the nightstand and lube and condoms on the other nightstand. There were no requirements or expectations from Preston, but now that we didn’t have the restriction of darkness or silence, anything was possible.

My hands lingered over the crisp linen before pulling back the covers and climbing in. The sheets were cool against my still-warm skin, but I wouldn’t be cool for long. Daddy would be coming in any minute.

I reached over to the diaper and just slid my fingers across the cotton center. The soft crinkle of the material was oddly comforting. Next to the diaper, the lube and a condom were both innocuous yet full of promise. It was an offering to Otto that I hoped he took me up on.

I closed my eyes and waited for Otto.

A soft sigh escaped me as I considered how it would feel to drink from this man I’d previously only known as my driver in full light. Would he still respect me as a successful businessman by day after he’d witnessed all of my Little side?

13

OTTO

Naked as the day I was born, I waited for Preston to be ready for me. Tonight, when I entered his bed without a stitch of clothing between us, I was baring more than skin. I was asking for permission for more from him.

More than he’d asked for but hopefully not more than he wanted.

When thirty minutes had passed, I padded across the living room to Preston's bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, as it always was, in a silent invitation for me to join him.

I hesitated for a moment, gathering the nerve to step inside the dimly lit room. Dim but not fully dark. Enough light came in from the moonlight and the bathroom light that I could clearly see Preston nestled into the mountain of pillows and high-thread-count bedding.

Preston's eyes were closed, but I knew he was keenly aware of my presence. As I lingered in the doorway, those eyes fluttered open and his gaze was on me, hungry and expectant. A shiver randown my spine from the intensity of that look. It was a look that could strip me bare, even if I hadn't already done the job myself.

There was no rush or urgency in the moment. Just a new anticipation winding tight between us. As my feet carried me slowly toward the bed, Preston lifted the sheets to invite me in. When they were all the way off him, I saw his own nakedness.

Apparently, we’d had the same idea.

"Come, Daddy."

I obeyed, drawn by the magnetic force of his need, and the name that melted my heart every time he said it. Daddy. He wanted his Daddy.

Settling onto the mattress beside him, Preston immediately scooted toward me in slow and deliberate moves.

As I slid under the covers next to him, it was like stepping into a world where only Preston and I existed. Just Daddy and boy. I shifted close enough to feel his breath against my skin.

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