Page 7 of Daddy's Thirsty Little Doll
It felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest as I waited for Emery to arrive. It was the Sunday before his apartment was set to be renovated. I’d suggested he come over a day early to unpack and settle in before his shift on Monday. We were going to have an entire afternoon together, and I could barely contain my excitement.
I’d spent days deciding what I was going to do with the playroom. I was pretty sure Emery wasn’t currently involved in the lifestyle, but the way he so effortlessly let me guide him and take control while he nursed made me confident there was a boy inside him who was screaming to be set free. Normally, I would lock the door so no one could enter, but I’d decided I wasn't going to hide from Emery. I just hoped that if he stumbled upon it before I had the chance to show him, he'd be open-minded and willing to hear me out.
My body jerked in surprise when the doorbell pulled me out of my thoughts. I opened the door, and what I saw had my cock rearing to life. Emery was dressed in an oversized pink sweater that was cropped so it just barely touched the waistband of hishigh-waisted skirt. The skirt was black and hit about mid-thigh, right above a pair of baby-pink thigh-high socks. The playroom contained a closet stacked with outfits so similar to this one, it took everything I had not to take him straight to the room and divulge all my secrets.
“Hi, Emery. I love the pink, it's super cute on you.”
The same pink dusted across his cheekbones made him look even more adorable, which I didn't realize was possible. “H-hi, Michael. Thank you, and for letting me stay.”
“Of course. Come on in, and I'll show you your room. Can I take your bags?”
He handed over his suitcase and a small backpack with a whispered thank you. The main part of the house was open, and you could see into the kitchen from the living room. I led us to the back of the house, into the hallway. “On the left are the guest bathroom and one of the guest rooms, and here on the right are my room and yours. The first door is yours.”
It left a sour taste in my mouth, referring to the playroom as a guest room, but I knew it would raise suspicion if I just ignored it.
Opening the door to his room, I placed his bags on the bench in front of the bed. “It should have everything you need, but if it doesn't, let me know, and I'll make sure you get it.”
While I wouldn't pressure him to do anything he didn't want to do, I also wanted to be upfront about how I felt so that there weren't any misunderstandings. “I know it's probably a bit scary staying in a new place with someone you barely know while also being away from the comfort of your own home, but please don't hesitate if you need anything, even if you want to nurse again orjust want to talk about how you're feeling. I'm here if you need me… for anything.”
He looked at me with wide, watery eyes, and I was once again struggling to keep from scooping him into my arms and smothering him with the attention and care that he was so obviously starved for.
“You’d let me nurse again?”
“Of course, baby doll. My pump is fine, but nothing compares to having your lips wrapped around me. I see how relaxed it makes you, and it does the same for me. When you're in my lap suckling away, nothing else matters, and the rest of the world falls away… I will never not want that.”
His voice cracked with the threat of oncoming tears as he replied. “Thank you so much… for everything.”
I couldn't stand it anymore, so I asked, “Can I hug you? I think you could use one.”
The second he nodded, I wrapped my arms around him. I felt like an unfinished puzzle that had finally been completed. I knew in that moment that I would do anything I could to make this boy happy and hopefully mine.
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After I finished hugging Emery, I kissed him on the top of his head and left him to unpack and calm down from the raging emotions I was sure he felt. I tried passing the time with one of my favorite comfort shows but couldn't pay attention, so I decided to bake some cookies.
I was pulling the chocolate goodness out of the oven when I heard Emery’s footsteps padding down the hallway.
“Is that cookies I smell? It smells so freaking yummy.” I could hear him breathe deeply and moan as he took in the chocolatey aroma. The sound made my cock start to harden. This was gonna be a rough couple of weeks. My attraction to Emery was like a raging storm. I wasn't sure I could survive or if I even wanted to.
“It is! I made some chocolate chip cookies. We can wait for them to cool off completely, or I have some vanilla ice cream to put on top if you want to eat them warm.”
A blush came over Emery's face, surprising me when he said, “I love cookies and ice cream, but think I'm more in the mood for cookies and milk… if that's okay with you?”
I swallowed hard. This boy is going to be the death of me. My voice was low and rough with the lust that barreled through me. “That sounds wonderful. I'm starting to get full. You have perfect timing.”
Placing the cookies on a wire rack so they could cool faster, I went to the living room and handed Emery the remote. “Why don't you pick a movie while I finish in the kitchen? I'll bring the cookies out, and we can eat them and relax while you nurse.”
“I can do that!”
His curls bounced as he headed over to the couch, and I found it hard to look away and move to the kitchen. I finished cleaning up as fast as I could and placed the still slightly warm cookies on the coffee table. I sat on the side farthest from Emery and patted my thigh. He was sitting on my lap in an instant, wiggling his cute bubble butt, trying to get comfortable.
“Here you go.” I handed Emery a cookie and then pressed play. He’d chosenBeauty and the Beast, and my heart nearly exploded. It was the perfect movie for my baby doll.
Emery ate his cookie, occasionally kicking his feet in time to the music. Once he finished, he smacked his lips and eyed my chest, so I whipped my shirt over my head and guided him to my right pec.
His lips wrapped around my skin, and I groaned. “There you go, just relax and I'll give you what you need.”
We spent the whole movie cuddled on the couch as he nursed. Occasionally he'd pop off when the flow lessened, and I'd feed him another cookie, then he latched right back on. It was perfect, I never wanted the moment to end.
