Page 16 of Daddy's Thirsty Little Doll
It felt like my body was floating on clouds when I woke up. Daddy had let me warm his cock as we took a short nap, and it was amazing. While I wasn't a virgin, I wasn't the type for hook-up sex, so my experience wasn't a lot, but I had never felt so wholly pleasured as Daddy made me feel. Hearing him call my dick my clit made me come instantly. His filthy words lit a fire inside me, they made me feel so hot and dirty… I loved it. The way he played with my nipples and how his cock filled me up and made me feel so fucking full was absolute bliss. If it weren't for the overwhelming sense of peace coursing through me as Daddy cleaned us up and re-dressed me in my sweater and a clean diaper, I would've thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Daddy picked me up and patted my diaper-covered bottom. I wrapped my legs tight around him and buried my face in his chest, the smell of his milk making me moan. Daddy had kept his shirt off so I had access to his nipples whenever I needed it, and his bare skin against my face was like a balm to my soul.
“Hey, precious, I bet Daddy’s thirsty little doll wants some milkies after all the work. I’m going to order us some takeout.Why don't we go watch some cartoons so you can nurse while we wait?” I nodded furiously. Daddy moved me so that he had one hand supporting my back and the other under my knees, and then sat us down on the couch, placing me sideways in his lap.
“Here’s the remote, baby doll. Can you pick a show while I order food?” He pulled up a popular streaming service and handed me the remote. I nodded hesitantly. I wanted to be good and pick a show, but my brain still felt fuzzy, and I felt so small.
I fumbled with the remote, trying to make sense of all the numbers and buttons. Trying to stop my panic, I looked up at Daddy, but he was busy ordering food. I didn't want to bother him, so I turned my attention back to the remote. I tried to push them, but my fingers wouldn’t listen to me and kept landing on the wrong button. Tears started to sting in my eyes as my frustration grew. I tried so hard to fight it. I wanted to be good for Daddy and pick a show, but I couldn't even get the remote to work. My hands trembled as I finally lost the fight.
Tears streamed down my face as a sob ripped from my throat. I only sobbed harder when I felt Daddy's hand land on my back. “Hey now. Precious baby, what happened?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but that only made the crying worse. I fumbled with the remote, trying to push the buttons, but my hands still refused to cooperate. Daddy watched me, and instead of disappointment, his face softened with understanding.
“Aww, my sweet baby, it’s okay, Daddy’s got you.” He pulled me into his chest and slowly rocked me side to side as he rubbed soothing circles down my spine. Daddy kept his shirt off, so once my sobs became sniffles, I looked up at him in confusion. “Dada not mad?”
“No, precious, I'm not mad. You didn't do anything wrong. I’m sorry, I didn't realize my baby doll was so small. You are far too small and precious to be doing this right now.” Daddy took the remote from me, and I sagged in relief. He cupped the back of my head and guided me to his chest. “Be a good doll for Daddy and latch on, I’ve got it from here.”Licking my lips, I pulled his nipple into my mouth and sucked. My body sagged in relief when I felt the first drops of Daddy’s milk coat my tongue. It wasn’t long until I heard the intro song for a kids' cartoon fill the room. I let the sound wrap around me and comfort me, but I didn't want to watch. I just wanted to lie in Daddy's lap and suckle. His creamy milk warmed me from the inside out, and his warm skin wrapped around me like a fuzzy blanket. Wait… it was an actual fuzzy blanket. Daddy had grabbed a fluffy throw off the back of the couch and was tucking it around me like I was a burrito.
I was warm and safe. All thoughts left my mind as a warm haze settled around me and pulled me under. Daddy’s delicious milkies.
Suck, suck. Warm blankie… warm Daddy.Suck, suck.
Best Daddy.
Not enough milkies.
Daddy moved me.
Yay, more milkies.
Daddy smelled and tasted so yummy.
Suck, suck.
Love Daddy.
Wanna stay with Daddy forever.
“My perfect little doll. You’re so beautiful like this.”
Happy.
I perfect.
Daddy perfect.
Suck, suck.
Perfect together… Forever.
The haze started to lift when I felt soft lips pressing kisses all over my face, and Daddy’s deep voice rumbling in his chest. “Hey, precious baby. I got some yummy nummies. Can you open for me?” I opened my mouth and moaned at the taste of pasta covered in the yummiest alfredo sauce I’ve ever had. “There he is. Hi, baby doll.” Daddy pressed another kiss on my hairline and fed me another bite. I nuzzled into his chest, already addicted to the peace that surrounded me whenever I was in his arms.
I’d only been staying with him for a few days, but the idea of leaving him when my apartment was ready had my stomach feeling like it was going to turn inside out. Michael was amazing, and leaving him would feel like losing the missing piece of myself I’d spent so long searching for. I had no doubt I was in love with him. He did so much for me. He opened his home for me and took such good care of me. Would he even want me to stay? I didn’t doubt that Daddy cared for me, it showed in his every action, but it was too soon… right?
My spiraling thoughts were interrupted when I felt a rubber nipple rub against my lips. “Open up, baby doll. I know it's not as good as Daddy, but you need water too.” I wrapped my lips around the plastic nub and sucked. The cold liquid and Daddy's care helped ease my worries. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but I was going to try to trust in Daddy and this wonderful bond I felt blooming between us.
Daddy continued to alternate between feeding me bites of pasta and my bottle. The wonderful, warm, and fuzzy feeling wrapped around me but didn't pull me under like earlier. I felt peaceful and content. After we finished eating, Daddy cupped the front of my diaper and squeezed, making me squirm. “Such a good boy using your diaper for Daddy. Let's go get you changed and ready for bed.”
The ease with which I surrendered to Daddy’s care left me feeling breathless and a bit unraveled. I’d spent so long in control of every little detail that it left me tired and overwhelmed, but now, in the safety of his arms, I was able to let go so much that I didn't even realize I had wet my diaper. It was amazing, and I felt more myself than I ever had. The thought of not having Daddy made me feel hollow.
