Page 4 of Daddy's Thirsty Little Doll
He started removing my cape as he spoke. “Let's move over to my station so—” His words were cut off as he stared wide-eyed at my chest. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, did I get you wet?”
I looked down at my shirt and groaned. I was so focused on not coming my brains out that I was completely oblivious to the fact that my milk had leaked through my shirt. Some people's letdown was easily triggered, so they wore padded shirts, but I was one of the lucky few who didn't leak… well, usually.
“No, you didn't get me wet. I'm so sorry, this doesn't usually happen, but it's not water, it's milk. I can lactate.”
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Michael’s eyes shone with hesitation and uncertainty, and I hated to see the sexy man feeling so troubled. I was so scared that I got him wet that I didn't even think that it could be milk. Not many people were aware that men could lactate, but I was raised by my single father, who could lactate, and I was surprised I hadn't considered that as an option.
“Oh, that makes more sense. I was so worried I got you wet.”
The tension left his body and was replaced by confusion. “Wait… you're not weirded out? Most people are shocked when they find out I can make milk.”
“Nope, I was raised by my dad. He started lactating in his teens and has donated his supply to local hospitals for as long as I can remember.”
While I was used to being around a man who could lactate, I’d never felt the desire to try it. I mean, who wanted to think about drinking their dad's milk… gross. But at that moment, I found myself overcome with the desire to latch my lips around thissexy silver fox’s nipples and feel his warm milk trickle down my throat.
My attention was drawn back to his chest when he absentmindedly rubbed his pecs to soothe his obvious discomfort.
“That’s what I do. I usually pump before I leave the office so I can drop it off on my way home. But I was worried I’d be late due to traffic, so I thought I’d be okay to wait, but I was obviously wrong.”
I licked my lips, unable to take my eyes off his delicious-looking pecs. The milk made his white, form-fitting dress shirt even tighter now that it was wet. It stuck to his skin, allowing me to see every delicious inch of those pecs.
I wanted nothing more than to offer to suck them dry, but given that he was my client, it didn't feel right. But if he asked me, I wouldn't hesitate for a second. Anything I could do to help a client in need… no other reason.
“I'm sorry, I'm sure you’re very uncomfortable right now. Is there anything I can do to help?”
He continued to rub his pecs, making it harder for me to tear my eyes away. I couldn't help it when my tongue peeked out to lick my lips before I reluctantly looked away from his mouthwatering chest. I was shocked to find his eyes full of humor and a touch of heat.
“Thanks for the offer, but there's not much that I can do without my pump. I'll probably just skip the dry and style.”
I couldn’t help feeling slightly disappointed. I was like a thirsty animal wandering the desert, and he was my newfound oasis.It wasn't just his milk either. Michael’s entire being was like a magnet pulling me in with an invisible force. He was sexy and kind, and I’d enjoyed our short time together. I was sad to see it end early. I barely knew him, and he was making me feel things I had never felt before.
I was startled from my thoughts when he placed a single finger and slowly lifted my face till our gazes met. His eyes were now a mix of humor and heat.
“My eyes are up here, baby doll.” My eyes widened in shock as he chuckled. Damn, he caught me.
“I-I'm sorry.” I squirmed under his intense gaze, feeling a bit guilty for ogling him.
“Don’t apologize. I’ve been enjoying the attention from those gorgeous eyes of yours. You asked me if I needed your help, but truthfully… it looks like you’re the one who needs my help. You seem absolutely parched. May I offer you a taste, baby doll?”
Jackpot! That was it, that was my chance. I couldn’t believe he actually asked. I was speechless. Swallowing hard, I willed my words to come to me, but my mouth was dry and unwilling to cooperate. When my mouth finally decided to cooperate, my voice was soft and pleading.
“Please… I want to help you.”
His eyes sparkled with excitement as he let out a soft chuckle. “I don't doubt that, but I also think you're a needy boy who just wants something warm and wet sliding down his throat.”
My cheeks turned hot with embarrassment, making me squirm once again. I couldn't stifle the whimper that left my lips. I was loving every second of this, but it was unexpected and left mefeeling a little unsteady. Michael must have noticed this because he let go of my chin and grabbed my hand, rubbing soft circles into my palm.
“Shh, it's okay. I know we're new to each other, so if you want to stop or if I've made you feel uncomfortable, just say stop and I will. Do you have any more appointments today?”
The connection between us was instant and a tad overwhelming, so his reassurance and understanding had my body fully relaxing into his touch.
“No, you’re my last one. I can lock the door so we’ll have some privacy.”
“That sounds great. Go sit on the loveseat and take a moment to process while I lock up and dry my hair.”
