Page 11 of Daddy's Thirsty Little Doll
Daddy moved my head so my cheek was lying against his chest and brought a slice of strawberry to my lips. I licked my lips before opening up to accept the juicy fruit, my tongue grazed Daddy's fingers, and he let out a soft moan. His voice was deeper and slightly strained as he spoke, “Good job, baby doll, here's some more.”
Instead of more fruit, Daddy brought a sandwich that was cut up into little squares and placed it between my lips. He continued to feed himself and me while talking about various things. He spoke of the toys and accessories he had in the playroom and the different ways he was excited to play with me.
Not once during dinner did he expect me to reply. At first, I was confused, but then a soft, comforting haze enveloped me, and I realized what he was doing. I was his doll… He’d carried me around and taken care of me without expecting any kind of response or movement, just like how one plays with a doll. Without experiencing it, I would have thought it sounded impersonal and possibly rude. While to some it would seem like he was ignoring me or possibly the other way around, I’d never felt so important. Even though he was talking as if I weren’t there, and I was just sitting in his lap, I’d never felt closer to anyone as I did him at that moment.
My entire body was relaxed and limp against him, except my mouth, when I chewed the delicious food Daddy fed me. His entire focus was on me, and he had become the center of my universe.
10
EMERY
Once Daddy was done feeding me, he carried me into the kitchen and placed the plate in the sink. I looked up at him, and the look on his face made the butterflies in my tummy swarm. His gorgeous eyes were soft and damn near sparkling with affection. My breath hitched when he placed a chaste kiss on my lips.
“I'll never get tired of how good your lips taste. Let's go get ready for bed. You’ve had a big day today.”
It felt like I was floating as Daddy carried me into the bathroom and placed me on the counter. He bent down and rummaged around in the cabinet before pulling out a spare toothbrush. My fingers twitched reflexively to grab the toothbrush, but before I could even move, Daddy had the toothbrush coated in toothpaste and was teasing my lips open. “Open wide, baby doll, we need to get your teefies all clean.”
A small giggle escaped me as I parted my lips for him. He hummed softly as he brushed my teeth and helped me wash my hands. He placed me back on the counter and cupped the front of my diaper, making me squirm. “You’re still dry. Do you need to go potty?” I shook my head in response.
Daddy rubbed his chest, trying to soothe the ache. “That's okay. Wait right here while I get ready, and then we'll lie down and you can have all the milkies you want.”
Daddy quickly brushed his teeth and headed to the toilet. I wanted to be sad that he walked away, but then my jaw almost hit the floor when Daddy pulled out his cock and used the potty. My hole clenched with want, and I couldn't wait till I could have Daddy's thick cock inside me.
My cheeks were hot as Daddy finished up and washed his hands. He picked me up and stiffened when he felt my hard bulge dig into his side. I might've been wearing a diaper, but I was hard as steel, and the soft cotton didn't hide much.
He cocked his head in question but then chuckled when the realization hit. “Did my naughty baby get hard watching Daddy go potty?”
I nodded and started nervously rubbing the tips of my fingers over his nipples, watching them harden under his shirt.
“It is getting harder and harder to resist lying you down in my bed so I can touch and kiss you everywhere.” I was about to start whining and whimpering anything to make that happen, but then Daddy added, “But you've had a long day, and Daddy needs that perfect mouth of yours to milk me dry. It's starting to get uncomfortable.”
I rubbed his chest, trying to comfort him as he walked us into the hall. He turned toward the guest room, and my hands instinctively clutched onto his shirt, and my legs tightened against his waist. I wasn't normally so clingy, but the idea of Daddy leaving me sent panic coursing through my body.Desperate to find a way to tell Daddy how I was feeling, I looked into his eyes and tightened my hold on him.
A desperate whine tore through me, shocking us both. Daddy looked confused and concerned as he spoke. “Whoa there, baby doll, what happened? We’re just going to lie down in your bed so you can nurse.”
Tears spilled from my eyes as I shook my head. I reluctantly freed one of my hands and pointed at Daddy and then his bedroom door, and then nervously brought my pointed finger to my own chest with pleading eyes. Daddy seemed to contemplate my gestures before his eyes softened. “Are you asking to sleep in Daddy's room?”
I nodded sheepishly. Even though I was relieved he understood what I was asking, panic still prickled at my skin. I didn't want to be too clingy or annoying and make Daddy get tired of me. I’d clung to him all evening. He was bound to want a break at some point, and here I was trying to invade his bed.
Before I realized what I was doing, I was pushing at his chest, trying to climb out of his embrace. Daddy tightened his grip on me and pulled me around to his front so we were face to face. “Baby doll, I need you to take a few deep breaths for me and calm down. I don't want you to fall. Can you do that for me?”
Inhaling slowly, I nodded and took several deep breaths till I felt my panic start to recede, all while Daddy rubbed my back. Once I was calm enough, he kissed my forehead. “Good job, precious… Now I'm going to ask you some questions. You don't have to use words, but this is a very important conversation, and while normally I would insist on verbal consent, as long as you show me you’re listening and give me clear yes or no answers, you don't have to speak.”
My body sagged in relief as I nodded, firmly determined to be good. “You got upset when you saw I was taking us to your room and then asked to stay in my room, correct?” I hesitantly nodded, and Daddy tsked at me. “None of that, Emery. Daddy isn't going to be upset or judge you, so please answer the question with confidence so I know you're actually agreeing with me.”
I nodded again with more confidence, and Daddy kissed my forehead again, making me wiggle with joy. “Good job, baby doll. You tried to push me away. Were you worried you were being too needy and that you’d upset me?” My eyes fell to his chest, but then I remembered his words, brought my gaze back to his, and nodded. It amazed me how even without words, Daddy could read me so well and know how I was feeling.
“The only reason I was taking us to your room is that this is all so new to you. I don't want to risk taking advantage of you in an already vulnerable state. But if my baby doll wants to fall asleep in my arms, I would be delighted… Is that what you want, precious?”
Daddy said I didn't have to use words, but I was so happy that I desperately wanted to answer him, so I tried my best to find some words to express my desire to be near him always. “Peas, Dada… wan be wif you.”
“Anything for you, precious baby. Let's go lie down.”
Daddy carried me to his room, pulled back the covers, and laid me down on the softest sheets I’d ever felt. I curled up on my side and breathed deeply, allowing the scent of him to surround me. It was heaven. Before I knew it, Daddy was climbing into bed beside me in nothing but his underwear. My mouth watered as Istared at him, but I was distracted by the white liquid beading at his nipples.
Daddy opened his arms, inviting me in, and I snuggled up close and threaded our legs together before latching onto his nipple. Normally, I’d start slow and lick the pert bud, but after the emotional roller coaster in the hallway, I was spent. The warm milk slid down my throat, instantly warming my belly. Daddy cupped the back of my head and whispered praise as I drank my fill.
I was already half asleep when I felt Daddy move my mouth to his other nipple so I could properly drain both sides. With Daddy, I didn't have to think about anything or even move. He anticipated my needs and took care of them. I’d never felt so wholly cared for and… loved? I really hoped it was love because I was already more than halfway there.
