Page 11 of Self Expression

“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.

10

ENZO

When I first started lactating, it wasn’t a sex thing for me. It was just my body doing its thing. As I became more comfortable with my situation, I was less self-conscious and allowed some of my partners to include my milk into our playtime.

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