Page 60 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
I put the nipple to his lips. He began to suck and his eyelids half-closed as the sugary soda calmed him. Both his hands gripped the straps of my harness. I pressed him close, his hair brushing my exposed pec and nipple. My nips hardened. As did other things. This was a rush for me.
Rivi’s legs bent and he pressed his feet into my thigh. One slipper came half off. I straightened it, then rubbed his stomach in circles as he slowly sipped. I was ready to take care of this boy in every way he would allow.
Just then, the din in the room quieted. I looked up. Trent and Ozzy had just entered. Behind them stood Colin and Maddy.
Trent’s gaze swept the room, finally landing on me and Rivi.
There we were. Me and Rivi. In full daddy and little mode with me giving Rivi a bottle for the first time in public. Trent should have been used to such a scene, but not with his Rivi.
I whispered into my little’s ear. “Trent just arrived.”
Rivi’s body tensed.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”
He pulled away from the bottle. “Does he look okay?”
“He’s fine.” I didn’t add that Trent’s brow was furrowed. Or that Trent was now walking toward us, Ozzy in tow.
Colin gave me a little wave, then he and Maddy moved in another direction.
Trent was dressed in an outfit twin to my own. Ozzy looked radiant in a tight, lavender silk onesie with reindeer slippers on his feet. When they got within two feet of us, Ozzy announced loudly, “Daddy, I want a bottle, too.”
What a little genius he was. It broke the ice.
My boy looked up as Trent towered over us. Then his gaze found Ozzy’s. In a tiny, babyish voice, Rivi said, “Daddy let me have a Coke.”
Ozzy tugged at Trent’s hand. Trent turned to him and said, “That’s fine, baby. You can have Coke in a bottle, too.”
He swiveled his attention back to me. “Are you ready for our presentation later?”
I nodded.
Rivi’s eyes widened.
Before I’d even gotten to the estate, Trent and I had made plans to do a scene together. Nothing too intimate or too wild. I wasn’t sure he hadn’t changed his mind.
“Daddy?” Rivi asked in his baby tone.
I ignored Rivi and replied to Trent. “Yes, I’m ready whenever you are.”
“Good. Rivi? Are you okay?”
“Yes.” He lisped. “I—I was a little scared.”
“When we came in, he regressed further back to a baby. I’ve got this,” I said to Trent.
“I trust you do. This is his first time. There’s no one better to show him around and keep him safe.”
I was floored. Trent gave compliments rarely, even to friends.
To Rivi, Trent said, “Hold him tight, Rivi. He’s got your back. And if he doesn’t, he has to answer to me.”
Rivi nodded, burrowing closer to me.
Without another word, Trent moved away. “Come, Ozzy.”
Ozzy took a step to follow, then said, “You look great, Rivi. Let’s play later.”
