Page 4 of Night Latch

By nine thirty, I was showered and freshly shaved to reduce any stubble burn. Just knowing I would be getting to nurse pushed me into a Little mindset that I hadn’t been able to explore since long before Sal left me. He wasn’t the Daddy type, so I should have known things wouldn’t last for us long-term. But the first time he told me about his milk, I was hooked. Not being Little or having a Daddy seemed like a reasonable sacrifice in order to have warm milk fresh from the source every night.

And it was. For a long time. But, eventually, Sal wasn’t happy, and if I were honest with myself, I guess I wasn’t either.

With only a few minutes left to wait, I curled up in my bed wearing a T-shirt and boxers. Flannel pajamas would’ve probably been more appropriate with a stranger, but having another body in the bed would create so much heat that I didn’t want to risk being uncomfortable. The whole point was for me to be super comfortable so I could sleep, after all.

All the lights were out in my room, so my guest would have to get his bearings from the hall lights that shone in and find his way to the bed without much illumination.

A moment later, a faint chime sounded on my phone to indicate the front door had been opened. This was it. It was really happening. I sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself as I listened to the movements get closer.

My back was facing the bedroom door and I was wearing an eye mask, so most of my face was hidden. The blankets were pulled up tight, and even under the mask, I clutched my lids closed so I wouldn’t risk seeing the stranger and having to face the humiliation that would surely come.

Soft footsteps came up the stairs, and a few moments later, my bedroom door was quietly shut. I tried not to think too hard about what the wrestling sounds meant or how he looked, focusing instead on the soft cologne that was both familiar and comforting when the mattress shifted and my new night nurse slipped into the bed beside me.

After some silent movements, a smooth hand landed on my cheek and moved to the back of my head.

I’d given instructions for no chatting, and this man was clearly a rule-follower because not a word was uttered as the length of his body pressed up against mine and my face was gently guided to his chest.

I pulled my pillow with me as I scooted closer and got into position. Once I knew I was close enough to feel him, I brushed my nose over a pert nipple and then opened my mouth to it.

As soon as my tongue brushed over the extended skin, my whole body relaxed and I fully latched on.

My hand slid over a bare hip and wrapped around it until I was clinging to the man, drinking his sweet milk that seemed to bring me back to life.

In so many ways, it did.

I felt close to someone again. Cared for. Provided for. As a wealthy and powerful man, it wasn’t easy for me to be invulnerable positions. All day, every day, I was expected to take charge and make sure everyone around me had everything they needed to be successful.

No one had ever done that for me. At least, not for real. In scenes or role-playing sessions, I’d occasionally been able to trust someone enough to fully regress and allow them to take care of my needs. That’s what I’d wanted from Sal, but he couldn’t give me what I needed, and I certainly couldn’t give him what he wanted.

But with this stranger, I didn’t have to be strong or powerful or…big. I could just cuddle and drink and pretend to be as cherished as the soft fingers along my neck made me feel.

And as the rhythmic motion of me sucking and swallowing began to slow down and I finally drifted to sleep, I knew I could never wean from this.

I’d never want to.

For the first time in a long time, I woke up before my alarm after more than seven hours of sleep.

The sheets beside me were cool, but when I leaned forward and pressed my nose to the fabric, the vague scent of man, milk, and cologne lingered there.

Fuck, that guy smelled good.

I stretched and felt like a whole new person, ready to tackle the day with gusto.

During my shower, I even had the interest and energy to get off. Nursing had become a significant part of my sexual experiences with Sal, and cuddling up to the stranger that smelled good and tasted even better last night reignited that part of me that had dwindled away with my sleep deprivation.

After fully coating my body in body wash, I wrapped my hand around my already thickening cock and began to stroke it quickly, closer to climax then I should be after just getting in the shower. But it was nice to find a quick release against the wall of my shower, and when my dick stayed hard, I kept going, slower this time until I came again.

My lips instinctively moved as if I were latched on to a warm nipple as the last waves of my orgasm rolled through me. Fuck, if that’s how good I felt after just one night, I would be ready to take on the world after a few more days. It was an exciting thought as I rinsed off and got out of the shower.

Carl, my chef and primary house manager, was making an omelet when I entered the kitchen. He seemed surprised to see me in the room that I very rarely visited. “Mr. Sinclair, I have a spinach omelet almost ready for you. Is there anything else you would like this morning?”

Lately, I hadn’t had much of an appetite, so I’d been settling for a slice of toast on my way out the door. But today, my usual omelet sounded delicious. “Just the omelet will be fine, Carl. Thank you. I’ll be in the sunroom.”

“Of course, sir.”

The sunroom was one of my favorite rooms in the house. The view of the mountain was exquisite, and I liked to look for wildlife while I sat next to a roaring fire.

I settled into my chair, and a few minutes later, Carl brought in a rolling tray with my breakfast and coffee. He set it up right in front of me and then stood with his hands behind his back. “Is there anything else I can get you, sir?”

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