Chapter 18 #2
“My diaper person online says he can’t find a Dom to date because diaper people are supposed to be little and he doesn’t want that.” Looking down at himself, Orlando poked at the front again. “I’m that. I’m little and I like my bottle.”
“Because you’re little and you’re thirsty.” I raised one eyebrow and gave him a look that made him giggle. “I wonder why I didn’t think of giving you a drink before. Naughty Daddy.”
His wicked giggle had me fighting to keep a straight face. “Naughty Daddy. Corner time.”
My snort had him laughing and falling back on the bed, half buttoned. “Corner time.”
He thought he was the funniest little ever because he kept giggling and repeating the silly phrase over and over as I finished getting him dressed. Once he was done, though, that caught his attention and the giggles stopped as he straightened and shifted to feel the diaper move again.
I couldn’t decide if he was just exploring or if he was playing with himself, so I cleared my throat. “What are you doing, Trippy?”
His smile was too wide and too sweet to be believable at all. “Wiggles, Daddy.”
“Hmm.” Giving him a slightly skeptical look, I glanced down at the bulge where the diaper was outlined through the jammies. “Do we remember the touching rule?”
His grin shifted to wicked and ridiculous as he snickered. “No touching unless Daddy says so.”
Oh, that grin.
“Not touching.” He went back to giggling as he gave a more pronounced wiggle. “Not touching.”
I was going to have to work on my fine print.
“You’re not touching, huh?” My dry response had him shaking but he got his giggles under control and made an attempt to look serious. “I’m going to have to think about giving you more rules.”
Because if I wasn’t careful, no touching would end up with little Trippy humping the furniture. He didn’t want a tail and wasn’t that curious about being a pup, but I could see him finding it hilarious.
“Daddy’s good boy.” Shaking his head, he kissed my cheek and took my hand, probably deciding I needed a distraction before I did something ridiculous. “Bottle time. Daddy cuddles.”
I wasn’t sure if that was because he needed Daddy cuddles or that Daddy needed cuddles, but either way I nodded. “That’s a good idea.”
And would hopefully keep him from getting erect again.
He needed to relax and trying to get himself off with the diaper wouldn’t help that goal. “Should we read a book while you drink your bottle? What about cartoons?”
There had to be something we could find that wouldn’t be overstimulating.
“No.” Looking around, he gave me gimmie fingers and pointed to the nightstand. “Mine.”
The binkie.
Grabbing it, I moved it slowly toward his mouth. “What do you want to do?”
“Daddy touch.” His expression said he thought I was stupid, but he was willing to explain it anyway. “Trippy watch. Trippy no touch. Trippy remembers the rules.”
Trippy was talking about himself in the third person.
“You do a good job remembering rules and limits.” His memory was amazing as long as it was related to something that he wanted. “Let’s get your bottle and then we’ll come back and lie down.”
“Watching.” Looking pleased with himself or the situation, Trippy wrapped his lips around the binkie and it was like a light switch turned off his brain. He sighed and his eyelids immediately drooped as he started to suck.
He was all done.
“Good boy.” Kissing his head, I wasn’t sure if I should be ignoring what would come next or reveling in it. “We’ll come right back.”
Because he was a dog with a bone when it came to watching me touch myself.
Okay, maybe ignoring it wouldn’t be the most reasonable decision.
So as we headed to the kitchen to get his bottle, I narrated a bit about what would happen to make sure we were on the same page. “We’re going to cuddle and I’m going to start giving you the bottle, then we’ll start touching time.”
Nothing about the scene seemed to stress him out as I slowly worked through some basic plans, but that was probably because it was his idea.
Not that I was complaining.
No…I was just an overly logical lawyer and sometimes struggled with the obvious, but having the extra time as I filled his bottle and we slowly made our way back to the bedroom gave me a chance to think.
“Cuddle time, Trippy.” Kissing his head, I set the bottle down on the nightstand and patted his bottom, getting a giggle from him. “You get the middle.”
Between giggles, he mumbled something around the binkie as he climbed onto the bed but it was impossible to decipher. Whatever it was, though, he thought it was hilarious and kept giggling as he rolled on the bed and crawled into position, waving his bottom at me.
Yep, it was probably best I didn’t know what he’d said but I loved how funny he thought it was no matter what it was. “I’m not going to ask what’s so funny, Trippy.”
Because it seemed to have something to do with his ass…which admittedly did look even better diapered.
And his wicked giggles were sexier than they probably should’ve been.
And there was just something about how excited he was that made it hard to remember why I’d wanted to go slow to begin with.
“Naughty boy.” That got another snicker from him and he shook his head as he curled up on the pillows.
There was just something unexpectedly perfect about it and he looked like that’d been his place all along…
even the way he pointed his finger at me was perfect and gave me the excuse to scoff again. “Me? Never. I’m very sweet.”
That was damned near hysterical for some reason and I was smart enough not to ask. “You can’t make me ask about that reaction. Nope. I don’t have to.”
My drama was nearly just as funny but his laughter wound down as I climbed in beside him on the bed. His mood immediately shifted and he looked adorably naughty as he inched closer until one deep breath would’ve had him touching me.
“Silly boy.” Patting my chest, I chuckled as he squeaked out a happy sound and plastered himself against me with his head high on my chest. When I had my arm wrapped around him and he seemed to have found his perfect position, I kissed his head and reached for the bottle.
“This doesn’t count for happy touching. You’re my boy. I need cuddles.”
And having to work to keep himself back from me would not be a good way to get him to relax enough to fall asleep.
But hearing that I needed cuddles got another pleased sound from him and he gently rubbed my chest before his hand went still. Since it was clearly a request for consent, I nodded and shifted closer on the bed to make sure he’d have a good view and good cuddles. “That’s much better.”
It should’ve been awkward at the very least because I’d never started any kind of masturbation like that before, but nothing with Orlando felt awkward.
Slightly confusing, yes.
Awkward, no.
But even pushing back my questions was easy as we snuggled together and he gently stroked my chest. So I ignored everything else and stole his binkie, getting another giggle. “Let’s trade this for something else.”
His naughty giggle said he was thinking about something else other than the bottle, but he took it when I brought the nipple to his lips. “I’m not asking about that either.”
I’d have to tomorrow, though.
But until I had to go through my questions, we’d have fun and relax in a different way.
I wasn’t going to say grown-up because the mix of what I was doing and what he was doing was curious enough that it was definitely its own thing. It was perfect for us, though, because as soon as he settled into a rhythm of sucking, he reached up to hold the bottle.
His fingertips were barely caressing me, but having my hand free let me stroke my own chest as I snuggled him closer. “My sweet boy was my naked boy earlier.”
Nothing in his giggly response said the shift in our conversation upset him, so I gave myself another reminder to stop second-guessing everything.
Just doing it for half would be enough.
“You were wet and giggling when I was getting you all clean.” It hadn’t technically been erotic, but my brain loved going back to the scene as my hand reached the front of my pants. “You’re going to want happy tub time soon.”
Yep.
Another silly sound.
“And I can think of other things my boy might like to suck on.” I wasn’t sure how I’d missed how oral he was, but I wasn’t going to forget it anytime soon…and his pleased hum said he wouldn’t let me. “I could have you curl up between my legs or kneel for me on the floor.”
He seemed to approve of both, but curling up between my legs got a happy wiggle that my cock responded to immediately. It was hard as a rock as I pushed the front of my briefs down and finally let it escape its confines.
I couldn’t help moaning as I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a firm stroke, but I couldn’t decide if my touch or Orlando’s soft moan was my favorite part. Both were amazing but I let my hand become the focus so I didn’t accidentally ruin his headspace.
So as he sucked on his bottle and his fingers barely caressed my chest, I focused on my cock and how sexy he’d been when he was kneeling on the floor for me.
I thought about how his face had lit up when he’d realized it was the breeding I’d been wanting to approach cautiously and how sexy he’d been when he’d looked down at his own belly and asked if he was sexy.
Fuck.
I’d been hard for hours and tempted for longer than that, so finally having him in my arms and fantasizing about making love with me and being bred by his Master pulled me closer to the edge with every stroke.
Even the rough touch hadn’t slowed me down like I’d hoped and every soft, pleased sound from Orlando made it even harder to stretch out the scene. But eventually his sucking started to slow and his breathing got deeper and there was no holding back.
Coming as quietly as I could, I shook and moaned as the pleasure just kept going until I was just as boneless as Orlando was. He managed to nuzzle me with his cheek and gave some kind of a sighing sound that might’ve been a word, but before I could come down completely from my high, he was out.
And it wouldn’t be long before I followed him…my adorably naughty little Trippy.