Page 5 of Milk For His Little

“Time for bed.”

His eyes lit up. Did he think I was suggesting we sleep together? Not that I didn’t want to, but it was too soon.

“You need to go home and sleep.”

He pushed out his bottom lip. If he was about to throw a tantrum, I’d take him outside and we’d talk about how to channel our feelings when we don’t get what we want.

“Yes, Daddy.” His solemn expression melted my heart and gave me the confidence to say, “Would you like to go out Saturday night?”

His mouth formed a huge O. “With you? As in a date?”

“Yes.”

“I’d love to.” He flung himself into my arms. I breathed in the aroma of his shampoo that reminded me of grapefruit which I disliked.

If I was his Daddy, I’d get him a honey and lavender one.

Chapter 5

Kasper

I still couldn’t believe I had managed to be brave enough to ask him to play. I’d seen Shawn there before but had never found the courage. He was gorgeous, and well… Daddy. What would he want with someone like me?

But something about knowing his secret—it made a difference. He hadn’t said it was a secret, but the way he was embarrassed by it, like maybe he wasn’t “Daddy enough” because of it, told me it was. I got it. People weren’t always the kindest when you were different.

There was a glint in his eyes when I told him he’d be a good Daddy that day at his home. It told me that he might be interested. That didn’t make asking him less scary, but it did bolster my courage and I was I glad I did.

We had so much fun. He was attentive without being pushy. He let me lead in the types of fun I wanted to have, but guided me when I was hesitant, like when the decision was too hard. Most importantly, he didn’t see me as less-than because I was a Little, like some of the other Daddies I’d played with. He saw me as equal.

Looking back, it was safe to say that I’d done scenes with some really shitty Daddies in the past.

Tonight we were going out on a date. A real date—a big one. This wasn’t about our kink, it was about two people who liked each other and wanted to spend time together. Maybe we’d get there and discover the only thing we had in common was our love of Little things, but I didn’t think so.

Getting dressed proved challenging for me. My jeans had been a no-brainer. I knew which ones could turn a head, but as far as what shirt to wear? I had a pile of them on my bed and was now working on trying on number six or seven—I didn’t even know, I lost count. I wanted tonight to be perfect.

We were going to an Italian place, somewhere nice but family-oriented, so it wouldn’t be too fancy. White was definitely off the table, because chances were, I’d get something with tomatoes, and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself by getting stains on my shirt. But it was a date, so having something a little nicer, like a button-up shirt, felt right.

I pulled out my dark blue shirt and buttoned it. It wasn’t exactly what I was going for, but I was running out of time and didn’t want him to have to wait because I was fussing over my clothes. I left the top button open, to not be as formal as if I had a tie, and after going back and forth, I decided to leave the shirt untucked.

It had been a long time since I’d been this nervous about a date. Not because I thought it would go terribly wrong, but because I had a feeling it was going to go so very right.

Shawn knocked on the door exactly on time, and when I opened it, he gave me an appreciative glance, smiled, and told me how good I looked. He didn’t have his Daddy voice, the one he usedwhen I was in Little mode—he was just himself, and that was great.

“You ready to go or do you need a few more minutes?”

I grabbed my keys. “Ready.”

He offered his hand, and I took it, grateful for his touch, and we walked out to the car, where he opened the door for me like a gentleman before climbing in his side. It was a good 15-minute drive to our destination, which was nice. We got to talk about how our day had been, work, and all the normal chit-chatty, get-to-know-you things. It broke the ice before we were in public.

It was weird to think we needed an ice-breaker. After the night at the club, we’d been intimate in a way most never were. There was a trust that went with being Little and handing over your care to a Daddy, even if only for a short time. But this was our first time 100% big; no club, no milk purchases, just two men who were on a date.

I hadn’t been to this place before, but I’d seen it online, and there it looked huge. When he opened the door and I stepped inside, I was surprised by how cozy it actually was. There were some big tables for families, plenty of tables for four on one side, but the other? That side of the restaurant was set aside for couples, and where the host seated us.

“Have you been here before?” I set down my menu, no closer to a selection than I was when the hostess sat us.

“No, but my friend from work, Gail, says it’s her favorite, and the menu looked good.”

I had read the menu three or four times before giving up and staring at it as if that would hold all the answers. There were too many choices, and I didn't know which to pick.

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