Page 17 of Daddy's Thirsty Little Doll
I tried to focus on the way he touched me and how precious I felt in his arms. But even as Daddy changed me and helped me through my bedtime routine, I couldn't let it go. Not even Daddy's warm embrace as he laid me down in his bed and let me nurse could keep my thoughts away from how empty and broken I’d feel once I moved back home.
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MICHAEL
My baby doll. He was the only thing I could think about. In the short five days Emery had been staying with me, he had become my entire world. He consumed my every waking thought and had become my new purpose for breathing. Taking care of him was absolute perfection. The other night, when he slipped into subspace, it was euphoric. My boy had completely surrendered to my care beautifully. Knowing that he trusted me enough to slip into that headspace made me feel like a king.
But ever since that night, he'd been… off. I wasn't sure what it was, but I could tell he was all in his head about something. He still nursed and asked for Little time, but he wasn't as bright and joyful. It was as if a dark cloud had settled above him and dimmed his brightness. I had tried to get him to talk about it, but he just assured me he was fine. My boy was definitely not fine. I wasn’t sure where it went wrong or what happened, but something had my baby worried, and I was going to try my damnedest to fix it.
“Hey, are you listening?”
The question pulled me from my thoughts, making me realize I'd gotten lost in thought. I stared at Darren where he sat across from me at the deli, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. I usually wasn't so easily distracted. “I’m sorry… What were you saying?”
Darren’s usual goofiness was nowhere to be seen. His eyes were soft but filled with concern. “It’s okay, I can tell something’s got you down. Wanna talk about it?”
My heart warmed at my best friend's concern. “It’s Emery. Everything had been going so well, but the past few nights, even though he’s with me in my arms, it feels like his mind is somewhere else. I’ve tried to get him to talk about it, but he keeps telling me everything is okay."
“You’re a caring person, and Daddy, Michael. You care for and love your boy with every fiber of your being. All of this is new to Emery, and I'm sure a bit overwhelming at times. What he needs is a safe space to be himself and have support, and you're already giving that to him. But you know it can take the brain a while to catch up, so just keep showing him that you're there to support and care for him, and he'll confide in you when he's ready. And if he doesn't, you'll be there to put him together when he breaks.”
Tears stung the back of my eyes at his words. Darren was usually very carefree and dramatic. Moments like this were rare, and it made his words even more meaningful. I sighed in defeat. He was right. This wasn't something I could push. Emery needed to come to me on his own. That didn't mean I couldn't spoil my boy and make sure he knew I would do anything for him, no matter what.
“Thank you, Darren. I know you’re right, but I just want to take all of his worries away.”
“You’re a good Daddy, Michael, just be patient. Are you going to be okay?”
I’d been useless and distracted all day. I wasn't going to push Emery, but if there was something I could do to make his day better, I would do it. I looked at my phone and saw that I had just enough time to go back to work, grab everything I needed, and head out in time to grab food and meet Emery for lunch. “I haven't been able to focus on work. I was thinking about leaving earlier to surprise my boy with lunch.”
He smiled and shook his head. “You’ve got it bad, my friend. Now go see your boy.”
“You don't have to tell me twice.”
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An hour later, I was sitting in my car outside Emery’s suite with his favorite fast food. I didn't want to risk interrupting an appointment, so I pulled out my phone and sent him a text.
Hey baby doll. Have you had lunch yet?
Thankfully, I didn't have to wait very long for a reply
Hi, Daddy!
I’m about to leave for lunch. Why?
Not wanting to ruin the surprise, I grabbed his food and headed inside. Once I arrived at his suite, I knocked on the door and waited. Emery opened the door a few seconds later, seeming a bit frazzled. “Sorry, I’m closed— Daddy! You're here. Is everything okay?”
He let me inside, and once the door was closed behind us, I set his food down and scooped him into my arms and felt all my worries from earlier slip away. Something was definitely bothering my boy, but I knew as long as he’d let me hold him that everything would be okay.
“It is now. I missed you, baby doll. I’ve been very distracted today and wasn't getting any work done, so I decided to come see you. I brought chicken nuggets and fries from your favorite place.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Emery smiled, but I could tell it was strained.
I fought the urge to pry and kissed his forehead and then his cute little nose. “Of course, precious. How long is your lunch today?”
“I had a cancellation, so I have an hour.”
“That's perfect, that means I have a whole hour to love on and spoil my boy.” Tightening my grip on his ass, I moved him so he was resting on my hip.
My sweet little doll immediately melted against me and buried his face in my chest and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of my milk. “Mmm, missed you wots, Dada.”
