Page 8 of Night Latch

All too soon, the flow of milk slowed to a trickle just as I came in my briefs. Since he couldn’t see them in the dark, he didn’t know they were covered in alphabet blocks. That made the lewd acts I was performing with this stranger all the more exciting. I licked and sucked, trying to coax out more, but he gently pulled me away and then guided me to his other nipple.

The warm flow of milk resumed, making me moan against his skin as I drank deeply, savoring every drop.

My eyelids grew heavy as my belly filled up. I fought to stay awake because I didn’t want this moment to end. But exhaustion won out, and I drifted off, warm and safe in his arms.

I awoke the next morning alone, as always. But the lingering scent on my sheets and the dried evidence on my skin proved it wasn't just an incredibly vivid dream. I stretched languidly, feeling more rested and relaxed than I had in years. These nightly sessions were worth every penny of the small fortune I was paying the man for his discretion and anonymity.

As I showered and dressed for work, my mind drifted to the stark realization that part of me wanted to know his identity. I wanted to see his face and know what he was thinking when I came against him. Was he handsome? Then again, I really needed the anonymity even more. It allowed me to fully embrace my Little side without fear of my reputation in the business world being harmed.

Besides, having a mystery was half the fun. As long as the milk and orgasms kept flowing, I was content to keep things as they were.

After breakfast and a few minutes watching a doe and her fawn cross my backyard, I went out front and found Otto was waiting by the car. “Good morning, sir. I trust you slept well?”

I fought to keep the dreamy smile off my face. “Quite well. Thank you, Otto.”

If he noticed anything was amiss, he didn't show it. His handsome face remained as stoic and professional as ever when he opened the back door. “Very good, sir. Straight to the office?”

I nodded and slid into the backseat. “Yes, please.”

As Otto navigated through the morning traffic, I couldn’t stop thinking about my nighttime visitor. Had it only been a week since he slipped into my life under the cover of darkness? It seemed like much longer than that.

All day, every day, my body thrummed with anticipation of my night latch. It was all I needed to be highly productive, passably pleasant, and completely Little. The image in my mind instantly made me smile. I could almost feel his strong arms holding me close as his sweet milk coated my tongue.

I shifted in my seat and took a deep breath in an attempt to discourage my growing arousal. It wouldn't do to arrive at the office with a noticeable bulge in my tailored slacks.

Focus, Preston.You have meetings to crush and deals to close. You can indulge in your Little and Daddy fantasies later.

But as the day wore on, I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate because my mind kept wandering to what awaited me that night.

By the time Otto dropped me off, I was a ball of nervous energy in need of an outlet. I only wished my nurse was coming earlier.Masturbating in the shower was a bandaid, but it wasn’t enough. I needed the release that occurred when I was in the arms of someone who wanted to take care of me and make me feel good.

After rushing through dinner, I retreated to my bedroom early. I wasn’t ready to sleep, but I needed to get settled for the night, so I drew a bath and soaked in a mountain of bubbles for almost an hour before it was too chilly to stay in it any longer.

But it did what it was supposed to do as far as helping me relax and regress. It wasn’t something that came easily for me, but since having my wet nurse around to help me find that space within myself, it had become easier to access.

For years, I'd repressed my Little side, burying it under the tough persona I liked to project to the world. A CEO who liked to think about spreadsheets and profit margins made people feel confident, so that’s what I put out into the world.

And it worked. I was more successful than I could have imagined, but I was also stressed and lonely.

Now that things had changed, I didn’t think I could ever go back to how it was. For a few blissful hours each night, I was able to let go completely. I could be vulnerable. I felt cherished and protected.

It was addictive.

And in just a little while, I would have more of the dopamine that seemed to fill me when I was on the latch. I slipped into bed with just my briefs and turned off the lights.

I was already starting to get hard just by thinking about the man who was going to hold me against his body and nourish me, when there was a creak outside my door.

My pulse quickened as familiar footsteps approached my bed and then climbed inside.

It was time for another night of milk and pleasure and comfort.

I closed my eyes as the weight of his hand landed on my shoulder and then slid up to the back of my neck. I was ready.

Ready to be cared for.

Ready to drink.

I’d fallen asleep immediately after coming against the man’s thigh, and the cold spot under my hip stirred me awake. That and my full bladder. It was fully dark, and the warm body beside me confirmed it wasn’t too late because he hadn’t left me yet.

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