Page 81 of Coiled Tight
Who was I kidding? They had already bloomed.
Slow burn had never been my speed.
“Such a good boy.” Once the bottle was halfway done, I dropped it on the floor for a minute so that I could tuck a strand of hair off his head. “You’re drinking your milk so well, darlin’. So well behaved and sweet, aren’t you?”
Cam let out a soft moan. I didn’t think it was pain. More like pleasure buried deep within.
“Do you want the rest of your milk now, baby boy?”
He nodded right away, his lips dropping to my chest once more. I didn’t know that my nipple could grow overly sensitive from all the suckling, but I saw the redness surrounding it.
It didn’t matter. There was no way I was putting a stop to this.
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My head felt fuzzy, in a good way. It happened after I had a good time as a Little.
Blinking my eyes open was the worst, though. So many cobwebs and the need to rub my eyes so hard even though everyone said one had to begentle.
Fuckgentle.
“Easy, baby boy.”
Oh.
Oooh.
This time was not like others when it was just me waking up in my bed. I didn’t have to push myself to go back to adulting instead of burying myself under the covers and staying in the headspace that meant there were no worries or big things to take over too much space in my head.
“Daddy,” I sighed. He was still shirtless, and we were still in the sunroom. A hint of sunset gave the room an orange shade that made it a tad harder to talk myself into staying awake. Staying awake was the thing to do, though, no matter how cozy and comforting this place was. Why hadn’t I spent more time here? Daddy had shown the room to me, but it hadalways felt like it would be invading his space. “This is the best room ever.”
I was warm, Daddy was with me, and my stomach was all happy because of the milk and the aftertaste of Daddy’s skin.
“I’m glad, darlin’.” Not only was his voice the perfect scratch of grumbly, he gave me a forehead kiss. I was definitely spending more time here. Ohh, it would be perfect with the puppies, too. “You look more rested.”
“Yeah.” I nuzzled into his neck. I was not a morning person. That applied to waking up from naps at any time, and the effect was more noticeable when the nap had been a Little-nap. “You’re the bestest, Daddy.”
“Thank you, baby boy.” He wrapped his arms around me, his hand rubbing up and down my back. “You’re the best boy, too. I’m so glad you’re feeling better.”
It took me a couple of minutes to start remembering why I hadn’t been feeling better, or why I shouldn’t be feeling better. A shiver ran up my spine, my teeth chattering. I could put a stop to it before it went bad, though.
Maybe I was a good boy.
Good and strong.
Kara…
“I’m worried about her,” I mumbled. “Her text said her Domme didn’t want her talking to me. What if she’s also abusive because of the thing I told you? People who have been abused are likelier to fall into a new abusive relationship.”
“She also told you she was doing well,” he pointed out. “Do you think she’d lie to you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. She never lied to me, but that was before I was an asshole.”
Daddy sighed. He squeezed me to his side, though. Focusing on the affection, and his warmth against my body, was easier than focusing on the thoughts beginning to crossthrough my head. “What really happened, Cam? To make you ghost her?”
I averted my gaze. “It’s not a good excuse.”
