2. Mason
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MASON
I glanced up from the mountain of paperwork littering my desk as Jeff sauntered into my office. He had a triumphant grin plastered across his face as he plopped his ass on the edge of my mahogany desk. “Well, it’s done.”
Leaning back in my leather chair, I smiled wide. I’d been nervous about this one. "The Baxter deal closed without a hitch?"
“No hitches in sight, my guy.” Jeff nodded. "Those jackasses tried to play hardball, but in the end, we killed it!" He reached over for a high-five.
I slapped his palm. It had been a grueling few months putting together this massive commercial development deal, and I was glad all those long nights, working weekends, and endless meetings were behind us. It had been worth it, but there were nights when I wondered if we were spinning our wheels for nothing.
The few million in brokerage fees heading our way was going to be nice.
"We deserve to celebrate, Mase. Whad'ya say we hit up Club Primal tonight? Unwind, grab a drink, scope out a playmate. I hear it's Littles Night." Jeff waggled his eyebrows and patted his chest. “You know how much they love warm milk.”
My mind instantly flashed to tousled hair, wide innocent eyes, smooth skin, and lithe limbs. I didn’t think of Caleb often, but any mention of Littles brought his memories to the surface. It had been far too long since I'd indulged that side of myself. Ever since Caleb and I ended things last year, I'd thrown myself into work, ignoring the Daddy in me who yearned for a sweet, obedient little boy to care for and share my milk with.
I rubbed a hand over my stubbled jaw and considered his offer. "I'm kinda beat and was looking forward to a quiet night of junk TV and sleep."
Jeff shook his head. "Bullshit. You need this. We both do, and I won’t take no for an answer." He fixed me with the pointed look that he had perfected with his boys.
"Don’t give me your because I said so glare.“
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He totally did. “You haven't been to the club in ages, and it’s time to get back out there." That part was true.
"Fine.” Arguing with him wasn’t going to get me anywhere. When he got like this, he won. It was great for work—not so great for when he was asking me to bend to his will. “I’ll meet you there at eight?"
"Hell yeah!" Jeff pushed up off the desk and stepped back. "Wear the black button-down that makes you look like sex on a stick. You'll have the boys falling all over themselves to call you Daddy tonight."
I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Get the fuck out of here, man. Some of us still have work to do."
Jeff danced his way out of my office. "Lock up your Littles. These Daddies are goin’ huntin’!"
“Dork.” I turned back to my computer and tried to focus on the email I needed to respond to, but my traitorous thoughts kept wandering to the possibility of soft skin, needy whimpers, and worshiping eyes gazing up at me from my chest.
Shit . I palmed my half-hard cock through my slacks and tried to clear the vision from my mind. My eager dick was awake and excited for our plans. But I couldn’t go walking into the club fully torqued. I blew out a breath and willed myself to concentrate.
Just get through the next few hours, Mase. Then you can let the beast out to play.
The key clicked in the lock as I pushed open my front door on auto-pilot. My mind was completely focused on the night's possibilities. I tossed my bag on the entryway table and loosened my tie with one hand while I kicked off my shoes.
"Daddy's home," I muttered to myself. The thought of having a boy waiting for me to come home and shower me with kisses sent a jolt straight to my cock. It had been semi-hard since I'd made the decision to hit up Little Night, and I needed to take the edge off before going out.
As I made my way to my bathroom, I was already taking off my clothes, leaving a trail of designer suit pieces in my wake. They were ready for the dry cleaner, anyway. By the time I reached the shower, I was fully nude and fully erect.
The hot spray felt heavenly as it cascaded over my muscular frame. I braced one hand against the tile wall and reached down to grasp my dick with the other. A low groan escaped my lips as I began to stroke.
"Fuck!" My hips rocked into my fist as I focused on what I wanted to happen tonight. It had been too long since I'd indulged in the club scene. It was easier to just work and be alone, but images of boys in onesies and diapers, coyly glancing at me and wondering if I would choose them or if they should approach me, instantly ratcheted up my arousal.
Not wanting to finish too quickly, I forced myself to slow down and take deep breaths. There was something else I needed to take care of first.
Releasing my cock, I brought both hands up to my chest and gave a tentative squeeze. I rarely bothered to stimulate my milk production since Caleb left, but tonight, I wanted to be prepared. Just in case.
It took a few minutes of firmly kneading my pecs before I felt the familiar tingle of letdown. A bead of white appeared at my left nipple but was quickly washed away by the shower spray. I increased the pressure, milking myself in earnest.
"That's it." I imagined eager lips latched onto me, and my dick twitched at the same time that milk sprayed from both sides. "Drink up for Daddy."
With a steady stream going from both sides, I felt better about being able to provide tonight as I watched milky rivulets disappear down the drain. Littles usually went wild for this particular party trick.
With my milk supply where I needed it to be, I returned my attention to my throbbing erection. It only took a few swift pumps before I was spilling over my fist with a guttural moan.
I leaned my forehead against the cool tile as I caught my breath. At least I wouldn’t scare anyone with a raging boner or milk-soaked shirt the second I walked into the Littles’ Playroom.
As I finished washing up, I wondered if tonight would be the night I finally found a Little of my own. Someone to nurture and care for beyond just a casual scene. For a long time, I tried to convince myself I didn’t need that and I was happy with the way things were. But the truth was, I did need it. Even if tonight wasn’t the night I’d find it, putting myself out there was the first step, and that was something I was ready for.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Mason." I pulled myself back to reality as I stepped out of the shower. "One step at a time."
After briskly toweling off, I padded naked into my walk-in closet. Deciding what to wear was always a delicate balance on nights like this. I wanted to project authority and maturity while still appearing approachable.
I settled on dark wash jeans that hugged my ass just right and paired with the black button-down Jeff suggested. It was specifically designed dry wear that would absorb minor leakage, but it was fitted to my body so there was little left to the imagination. On a whim, I left the top few buttons undone.
As I styled my salt-and-pepper hair into its usual messy coif that would only look better if slim fingers ran through it during a feeding, I allowed myself a moment of vanity. At 35, I was in the best shape of my life. The only priority I had outside of the office were the regular workouts that kept my body toned. My years of success in commercial real estate had given me a boatload of professional confidence, but I still cared about looking good. For myself and for my future boy.
"Looking good, old man." I smirked at my reflection and rolled up my sleeves twice. Wrists showing but not elbows was my signature look. I just hoped there was a boy out there who agreed.