Page 6 of Night Latch

A minute later, I was pulling to a stop in front of his door when I got his response.In the elevator now. And do you mind if we swing by the market on the way home? I’d like to pick up a few bottles of wine for dinner.

Of course, sir.He wanted wine with his dinner. That was interesting. Maybe he wasn’t planning on having me back after all. Wine was a great sleep aid, and a person could only drink so much liquid at bedtime without running to the bathroom all night.

When he emerged from the glass doors, he was smiling and just as chipper as he had been that morning. I wanted to make small talk and possibly hint that I was able to lactate to feel out how that conversation could go, but with all the NDAs I’d signed, I wasn’t sure if that was allowed. Even in the privacy of his own vehicle, maybe I had to wait for him to broach the topic. In the end, the ride to his home was quiet, with only occasional hums coming from the backseat as Preston smiled down at his phone.

When we stopped at the store, he was only inside for about ten minutes before returning with a paper bag that I assumed was filled with wine. The bag seemed unusually full, but I couldn’t tell exactly what was inside. Not that it was any of my business.

I supplied what I hoped he truly wanted, so whatever he was buying at the store was inconsequential to me.

Just as I pulled to a stop in front of the Sinclair residence, an unexpected movement caught me off guard. Mr. Sinclair had leaned forward and was just a few inches away from me. His breath brushed against my neck as he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes as if savoring the scent like he could sense exactly what was hiding beneath my shirt.

For a heartbeat, time stood still, and I waited for him to make the connection between me and his night nurse. But then, he quickly pulled away and whatever curiosity that had made him take a whiff of me was gone.

"I like your cologne, Otto.” He leaned back and waited for me to let him out.

“Oh, thank you, sir.” I jumped out of the car and ran to his door to open it for him.

Preston stepped out of the car as I held open his door, and when I offered him my hand for balance, he accepted it and even rubbed his thumb along the raised scar on my hand. “Have a great evening, Otto,"

I cleared my throat and nodded. “You too, Mr. Sinclair. See you tomorrow.”Unless I crawl into your bed tonight.

As soon as I was back in the driver's seat, my phone buzzed with an incoming message. It was a notification from the agency confirming my appointment with Preston for ten pm. There was a secondary message that included a fat bonus from the client for my professionalism and discretion.

A thousand dollar bonus for one night's work. Lying silently in a bed had never seemed so lucrative.

More importantly, he wanted me to come back. This was definitely the best job I'd ever had.

5

PRESTON

The wine swirled in my glass, reflecting a ruby glow against the window of the sunroom as I finished the butter chicken dish Carl had prepared for dinner. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d just sat back and looked up at the stars with a glass of wine. My life was never calm or relaxed, but I didn’t want to do anything but chill until it was time for bed.

Anticipation for another night of milk and cuddles buzzed through me like a bolt of electricity.

After a few more minutes, I set the glass down because I didn’t want my tummy to be too full when my nurse arrived. I had a few hours before bedtime, but I didn’t feel the usual pull to open my computer. The day had been unusually productive, so I allowed myself a night off.

Instead of thinking about work or anything that could be stressful, I leaned back and focused on the panoramic view of the moonlit mountain. When I finally headed upstairs, I went straight to my bathroom.

Soaking in my tub was one of my favorite ways to get ready for the night.

The bathwater greeted me like a warm embrace full of bubbles that beckoned my Little side closer. I wanted to be Little when my nurse arrived. I wanted to fully be in that headspace to just cuddle and drink and sleep while someone took care of me.

If I was lucky, I’d dream about a Daddy holding me every night. A Daddy who was there because of me, not because he was paid to be my secret nurse.

It was a strange dichotomy that I still wasn’t fully comfortable with. Being a man of wealth and influence while locking away this vulnerable part of myself so it wouldn’t hurt my company or my reputation.

Sal had only seen me fully regressed a few times, and he wasn’t into it. My nurse might not be into it either, but if I needed to give him a bonus every day to keep quiet and still willing to see me, I would do it.

I’d do almost anything to have someone there for my nighttime needs.

Clearing my head of any thoughts of Sal, I slid all the way to my neck and let the warm water lull me even more. On my trip to the store, I picked up a pack of standard diapers, just in case. But I didn’t want to wear those. They were intended for a different purpose. A different person. Not a LIttle who wanted a soft and cozy way to sleep with a full tummy of milk and not have to get out of bed all night long.

But until the custom diapers I ordered from an online kink store were delivered in a few days, I had limited options. I didn’t plan to wear them tonight, but I felt better knowing theywere there if I needed them. Although they served as a comfort when I was Little, they were also a practical solution to prevent embarrassing accidents when I was drinking so much at night.

But for now, they remained tucked away in my closet. Out of sight but not off my mind.

Eventually, the water cooled off, so I forced myself out of the tub. Wrapped in a plush robe, I went straight to my bed and looked at it longingly. I was tempted to slide in completely naked, but that wasn’t fair to my nurse. Instead, I slipped on a pair of tight briefs and grabbed my ebook.

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