Page 80 of Coiled Tight
For fuck’s sake, no one should be affecting me this badly.
“You’re not, darlin’.” I sighed, just nuzzling the side of his head while I walked us to his room upstairs. “Here’s what I want us to do. You nod or shake your head, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“That’s my good boy.” He didn’t question it as I got us into his room. I hadn’t set foot in here since the disaster of finding him wearing diapers. Even after arriving, he’d been sneaking into my room instead. I didn’t think it was intentional, but my room wouldn’t do for what I needed. “I want to change your diaper, and then I want to bottle feed you your milk. Then you can snuggle or take a nap on my lap. Okay, darlin’?”
Cam’s breath hitched. I didn’t take it as a no, but I gave him a second to sort his thoughts out before I barreled through with my plans.
“Um. But…” He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, and I cursed not having a free hand to pull it out. “Kara.”
“We can talk about it later, darlin’, but I think this head of yours needs a bit of a break, don’t you?”
He must’ve been going at a million thoughts per minute. Exhibit A was that he couldn’t even think of a retort or a protest about the myriad of reasons why he didn’t deserve to take it easy on himself.
He didn’t have the energy to protest much as I plopped him down on the bed and asked him where he kept the diapers, either. He even told me where the powders were without me prompting him. Of course, he wasn’t hard either as I took off his pants and underwear, but I hadn’texpected him to be. This wasn’t sexual for him, so I didn’t linger with teasing touches or anything else that would make other Littles squirm and pant and giggle.
“Lift up your hips, darlin’.” I was already doing it for him as I spoke, but talking him through everything quickly became the norm and what felt the most natural. “I love how Little you are. Do you know that?”
“Hmm?”
I smiled at him as I went through the motions of covering his groin in powder before buckling the diaper. It wasn’t one of the pull-up ones with an elastic, but I had him perfectly bundled up in a minute or two. It looked tight, too, so I gave myself another minute to watch him flushed while on a diaper with illustrations of puppies with their tongues lolling out of their mouths and their tails wagging.
“I do.” I hummed. “You look so soft, and I love that you make yourself so vulnerable around me, that I’m responsible for taking care of you.”
Like a cat, Cam blinked slowly as I showered him with praise.
He didn’t answer beyond that. I didn’t expect him to. I just ran my hands through the padded fabric to ensure there weren’t any wrinkles that would irritate his skin if he wore the diaper for too long.
“Do you want to keep the hoodie or take it off, darlin’?”
Cam shook his head. I hadn’t gotten the feeling that words left him when he was Little. It wasn’t a question to be asked right this minute, though. It made sense, anyway. He’d made it clear he regressed more than most.
I was too distracted by how fucking adorable he looked with the diaper and his hoodie still on, too. Most of all, it was the way his face was completely open to me, free of every other thought, every other worry. He could ask me for anything, and I’d do it just to keep him there.
Which included grabbing him again so that I could get him the milk I’d promised. Now that he’d settled more into the headspace, he wrapped around me more easily, curled fists around my neck while he sat against my hip.
“Such a good boy, letting Daddy take care of him.”
Rummaging through one of the cupboards in the kitchen, I found one of the sippy cups I knew I’d kept under some delusion that there might be hope for me in the future. Cam simply buried his face against my neck as I moved around the kitchen to heat his milk some in a glass before pouring it into the cup.
The sunroom I moved us to—less likelihood of someone walking in because they’d forgotten what doors were for—was a reprieve. And it had Cam pawing at my shirt right away. I’d barely gotten us seated in the old ratty couch I kept there to bond with the animals I let inside the house.
“You want Daddy’s shirt off, darlin’?”
No words yet, but Cam nodded with enough enthusiasm that there wasn’t a need for them.
“All right,” I snorted. As if there was a need to answer or a scenario in which I’d tell him no to dragging my shirt over my head and letting him claim my body heat all for himself. “There you go.”
Cam’s mouth clung to my nipple right away, suckling as if he were a baby going on instinct. I stiffened right away, my breath held. The way he pressed his tongue against the skin had all my blood flowing there.
It took me a second to process that we weren’t here for suckling on my pecs. We were here to give him his bottle.
“Open up, darlin’.”
It was so… Fuck. My heart beat loudly as he alternated between kissing and suckling on my chest and letting me tilt his head back so that he drank the actual milk.
Peace settled within my bones at the sight, at thefeelingsI could feel blooming.
