13. Milo
Milo
Hehe I can’t believe I’m doing this.
But what’s the point of having a Daddy if you can’t be naughty?
And I do love being a mischievous Little…
The laundromat is dark and quiet, the only light coming from the soft glow of the security bulb above the back door and the faint blue glow of my phone screen.
The front door is locked and bolted after the last customer left hours ago, so the whole place belongs to me tonight. The big industrial washing machines stand like silent metal giants, still warm from the day’s work.
But there won’t be silence for long…
My heart is racing as I set my phone up on a small tripod on the counter opposite the largest machine. For posterity, I hit record on the video call and angle it perfectly so Connor will see everything.
I am completely naked except for the big floppy white bunny ears perched on my head.
I feel so Little and so devilishly bad at the same time. My nipples are already tight from the cool air, and there is a constant throb between my legs as my dick bounces around as hard as wood. Honestly, just the idea of what I’m about to do is enough to push me over the edge.
I bite my lip and look straight into the camera.
“Daddy,” I whisper, my voice soft and breathy. “I’ve been thinking about you all evening… and I have a very special treat for you tonight.”
I walk slowly toward the biggest washing machine, hips swaying, bunny ears flopping with every step. I run my hands over the cold metal surface, then glance back at the camera.
“I’m about to be a very bad bunny,” I tell him, my voice dropping into that playful Little tone I know he loves. “And bad bunnies need to be watched very carefully.”
I climb up onto the wide, flat top of the machine, knees first, then turn so I’m facing the camera. The metal is cool against my bare skin and makes me shiver. I spread my legs wide, showing Connor exactly what a sassy, sexy, and naughty boy I am.
With one hand I reach down and press the start button on the machine. It rumbles to life beneath me, filling with water.
I wait, teasing my fingers lightly over my cock while the drum starts to turn.
Then the spin cycle kicks in and I turn to sit myself flat on the metal surface.
The vibrations hit me hard and sudden. A low, powerful thrum that travels straight up through my cock and ass and makes my whole body jolt.
“Oh!” I gasp, eyes fluttering. “Daddy… it feels so freakin’ good already.”
Connor doesn’t reply, merely looks on with a wicked grin from inside the phone screen. He’s into this, I can see it in his eyes as he watches.
I rock my hips slowly at first, touchline and teasing my cock as the machine spins faster and faster. The vibrations grow stronger, deeper, relentless and send a message straight to my G-spot. My dick bounces with every movement and my bunny ears flop wildly around my face.
I need to be careful. This is almost too hot. I ned to at least try and make it last.
I moan loudly, not caring how loud I am because the laundromat is empty and all I want is for Connor to hear how desperate I am for him.
I get close— so close —my thighs starting to shake and tense up as I try to regulate my breathing an put off the inevitable.
Then I lift my hips up, breaking contact with the vibrating surface, panting hard as the orgasm retreats and my stiff cock twitches with excitement.
“Not yet,” I whimper toward the camera. “Bad bunnies have to wait for permission.”
I drop back down again. The machine is at full spin now, shaking beneath me like it’s trying to throw me off. The pleasure is almost too much.
“ Fuckkk ,” I groan, electricity shooting over my body, bringing me close.
I push my butt down harder, griping my dick at the bottom of the shaft and pulsing before I start to slowly wank my way up and down to my head and back.
Again I feel it building, that tight, electric coil in my belly. I cry out, head falling back, bunny ears sliding sideways.
Just before I tip over the edge I lift up again, whimpering at the loss.
“Daddy… I’m being so good holding it for you,” I moan, voice shaky. “But I don’t know how much longer I can wait…”
And still Connor doesn’t respond, simply watches.
The machine keeps spinning, relentless. I can’t resist anymore. On the third wave I drop my hips down hard and let the vibrations take me completely.
The orgasm crashes through me like lightning.
“Daddy!” I scream, thighs clamping around the edge of the machine as my whole body convulses. My cock spasms hard and my butt grinds against the cold metal as my cum shoots up into the air and back down onto my legs and off to the side too.
I shake and cry out, bunny ears flopping everywhere, completely lost in it.
Through the haze I look at the screen and see Connor. He has his thick cock in his fist, stroking fast, face tight with pleasure. His eyes are locked on me as he cums, thick ropes of his seed spilling over his hand while he growls my name.
The sight sends me even higher.
I moan louder, grinding through the aftershocks, drawing out every last pulse of my orgasm until I’m a trembling, oversensitive mess.
Finally I slide off the washing machine on shaky legs, my thighs slick with my own seed, my breathing heavy and my heart racing. I blow Connor a sweet little kiss, my bunny ears crooked on my head.
“Goodnight, Daddy,” I whisper, smiling dreamily at the camera. “Sweet dreams.”
“Goodnight, bunny,” Connor says, his chest rising and falling as he smiles, his eyes half-closed in post-orgasmic bliss.
I end the call, still glowing, still buzzing from head to toe.
I stand there naked in the dimly lit laundromat for a long moment, heart full and body satisfied, already thinking about the next naughty surprise I can give my mountain Daddy.
Because one thing is very clear:
I am never going to stop being his bad little bunny.
* * *
Morning sunlight streams through the windows of my little apartment, soft and golden, making the fairy lights above my bed look like tiny stars that forgot to turn off.
I wake up slowly, stretching like a happy cat under the cozy blankets, my body still deliciously sore in all the best places from yesterday.
A dreamy little smile spreads across my face as memories flood in…
Connor’s strong arms, the way he looked at me on the video call, the way I fell apart on top of that washing machine while he watched.
I feel fresh.
Rested. Even after spending a good fifteen minutes making sure that the washing machine top was cleaned up perfectly.
It feels like the whole world is full of possibility today.
I pad into the kitchen in my favorite oversized sleep shirt, one that still smells faintly like Connor, and put Flappie down on the table next to me. He looks at me with his big, wise owl eyes and slightly crooked beak, ready for our morning routine.
“It’s a good morning, Flappie,” I say brightly. “Today is a big day. We’re picking up my brand-new coffee-bike this afternoon with Connor!”
I pour myself a bowl of crunchy honey-nut cereal, add a splash of milk, and slice up some fresh strawberries and banana on the side. The first spoonful crunches perfectly between my teeth. I hold a tiny piece of strawberry up to Flappie’s beak like I always do.
“Don’t be shy,” I tease, giggling. “It’s your favorite.”
Of course he doesn’t eat it, but pretending makes me feel warm and little inside. I take another big bite of cereal and swing my legs under the table, excitement bubbling in my chest.
In just a few hours Connor is coming to get me, and we’re driving over to Tyler’s workshop to collect my fully converted bike now that it’s back from the city.
I can already picture it: shiny retro frame, custom coffee setup on one side, little book rack on the other, even the cute logo I designed printed on the side: Milo’s Wheels & Reads: Coffee & Stories on the Go .
It feels real now. Like my dream is actually becoming something I can ride around town.
I scoop up another spoonful and grin at Flappie.
“Can you believe it?” I chuckle. “Me, pedaling around Hardrock Park, serving the best coffee and handing out books to people. Kids running up for hot chocolate, mountain men getting their strong black roasts, tourists wanting something fancy with whipped cream…” I sigh happily. “It’s going to be perfect .”
For a few minutes I let myself float in that happy vision, imagining sunny days, ringing my little bike bell, and Connor watching me from the sidewalk with that proud look in his eyes. The thought makes my cheeks warm.
But as I finish my cereal and start on the fruit, a tiny knot of tension forms in my stomach…
What if…
What if this isn’t the one?
The thought creeps in quietly at first, then louder. I’ve had so many ideas before: the baked potato stall, the pizza stand outside the Woody Hollow, plus a ton of other ideas too.
They were fun for a while, but they didn’t last.
They didn’t feel like mine forever.
What if this coffee-bike dream ends up the same way? What if I pour my heart, my savings, and all my hope into it… only for it to fizzle out after a few months?
My spoon clinks against the bowl. The excitement that was bubbling inside me just moments ago starts to curdle into something heavier. Dread .
I push the bowl away a little and stare at Flappie.
“What if I never find the right business?” I whisper, voice smaller now. “What if I keep jumping from idea to idea forever and never settle on something that actually works long-term? What if I’m just… not good enough at this?”
The words feel heavy in the quiet kitchen. Flappie just stares back at me with his unblinking eyes, but somehow that makes it worse. I reach across the table and pull him into a big, tight hug, burying my face in his soft brown fluff.
“I’m scared, Flappie,” I mumble into his head. “I want this to work so badly. I want to make something that’s really mine. But what if it doesn’t? What if Connor sees me trying and failing again and again?”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
I squeeze Flappie harder, rocking gently in my chair like I used to when I was little and everything felt too big.
I know I should feel proud. I’ve come so far already—turning down that college scholarship, starting businesses young, saving up for the bike conversion. But right now all I can focus on is the fear that this dream might slip through my fingers too.
What I really need right now isn’t just my stuffie.
I need my Daddy.
I need Connor’s big, steady arms around me.
I need his deep voice telling me I’m a good boy, that it’s okay to be scared, that he believes in me even when I doubt myself.
I want to crawl into his lap and let him hold me until the anxious thoughts quiet down.
I want him to stroke my hair and call me his little bunny and make everything feel safe again.
A soft, needy whimper escapes me as I hug Flappie even tighter.
“Daddy…” I whisper, even though he’s not here.
I sit there at the breakfast table for a long moment, cereal bowl half-finished, fruit untouched now, just holding my stuffie and breathing through the wave of nervous energy. The excitement about picking up the bike is still there, but it’s tangled up with all these worries.
Then my phone lights up on the table.
A message from Connor…
CONNOR: Morning, little bunny. Can’t stop thinking about last night. You were so sexy for Daddy. I’ll pick you up at 2. Can’t wait to see that smile when you see your new bike.
Just reading his words makes my heart flutter and some of the dread loosen its grip. I hug Flappie one more time and kiss the top of his head.
“Thank you for listening,” I whisper to him. “But I think I’m going to need a real Daddy hug later.”
I type back quickly, trying to sound bright even though my tummy is still doing nervous flips.
MILO: Morning Daddy. I can’t wait either! See you at 2. Bring your strong arms… I might need them XoXo
I set the phone down and take a deep breath. The bike pickup is still happening. My dream is still moving forward. And even if the anxious thoughts are loud today, I know one thing for certain:
I have a Daddy who makes me feel seen and safe.
And somehow, that makes everything feel a little less scary.
I finish my fruit, give Flappie one last squeeze, and start getting ready for the day. My coffee-bike dream might still be uncertain, but my heart?
My heart feels pretty sure about Connor King.
And right now, that’s enough to keep me moving forward one step at a time…