7. Ricky

At eight-thirty, I was already curled up in bed with a book when I got a text.

Sometimes work messages came in late but usually not that late. That made me worried something was wrong, so I rolled over and pulled my phone off the charger.

It was a text from Chad.

My heart started racing as I opened it up. And when I saw the meme with a baby kitten that said Have a purrfectly good night, I wanted to respond with a request for him to come right over and put me to bed.

But I couldn't do that.

I had to be a patient boy, even though it was killing me. But if I waited until Friday afternoon, I'd have the whole weekend to think about Chad. Think about and reminisce how wonderful my time with him was, because I knew it would be. And I wanted to have a lot of time to think about it before work.

If I had scheduled our date for tonight, I wouldn't have been able to focus on work tomorrow or Friday, and that would just get me into trouble. And I hated getting into trouble.

So, I'd work until Friday and then be able to completely focus on Daddy Chad. I just had to remember not to call him that to his face until he said it was okay. And I really hoped he'd say it was okay on Friday. More than anything, I wanted to call him Daddy on our date.

I did a quick search for a funny accounting meme and finally found one with a sloth hanging on a branch and it said, "I'd say good night too, but I don't think you'd depreciate it." I wasn't sure he'd understand it, but I sent it anyway, hoping he wouldn't think I was too stuffy.

He immediately responded back with a laughing emoji and a heart.

A heart.

He sent me a heart. It wasn't a declaration and probably didn't mean anything, but I let myself pretend it did. I pretended it meant he thought I was a special boy who deserved a good Daddy like him.

And when I slipped my pacifier back into my mouth, I kept pretending…but this time, it was that I was sucking on Chad instead.

For the next two days, I did my best to focus on my work and not obsess over Friday evening. But it was really hard.

I just couldn't stop thinking about how his muscles felt under my fingertips when I touched Chad's chest and how soft his nipple was when I pulled it into my mouth and sucked his milk right out of him.

Every time I relived my session, I would get hard and have to run into the bathroom to take care of it.

And it didn't help that he kept sending me sweet and silly messages. Every morning, there would be a cute good morning meme waiting for me on my phone. And throughout the day, he checked in on me.

He even asked if I had been drinking enough water when I mentioned getting a headache yesterday afternoon.

Chad was always taking care of me, and I was starting to get more jealous about all the other people he was taking care of.

But I had to share… Especially since he wasn't actually mine to be possessive of.

And even if he ever did agree to be my Daddy, I would still have to share him. He had a successful business, and I would never stand in the way of him making a living from his milk.

But if he ever decided to only sell pumped milk to other people, that would be okay with me.

Ugh, what was I thinking? He's not my Daddy.

I had to keep reminding myself of that. Why was it so hard for me to wrap my brain around the fact that one first date did not mean a lifetime commitment.

Although, it didn't mean there wouldn't be one, so…a boy could dream.

At lunchtime on Friday, I went to the kink store attached to Lashes and Lace and bought myself some new pajamas. This set was also cuffed at the ankles, but the zipper started at the front and the back. I could unzip it from my neck down and wrap it all the way between my legs and around over my bottom… Or I could leave the front zipped up and only unzip the backside.

It was made for sexy times, and I really wanted to have some sexy times with Chad.

But also, I didn't wanna make a mess like I did last time. If nothing else happened, at least I could take my dick out and come on my blankie if things got to that point…if Chad was okay with that. Should I ask if he was okay with that? He didn't say anything about it last time, but he had to know what I did.

As soon as I was finished with my work for the day, I took an extra good shower to make sure every part of me was fresh and clean, and then I slipped on my new pajamas. And then a worry filled my mind.

What if he wants to go out?

I was pretty sure I knew the answer to that, but I wanted to make sure, so I sent him a quick text. Will we be staying in tonight? As soon as I hit send, I slipped my phone into my pocket and pulled out the vacuum.

When I was done vacuuming, I checked his response. That's my plan, unless you'd like to go out.

Nope. Just deciding what to wear. I thought about it for a second and then shot off another text just to put it out there. I bought a new pair of jammies.

I can't wait to see them.

He wanted to see them. A little flutter happened in my tummy as I pictured opening my door in my PJs. What would he be wearing? That gave me an idea, so I sent him another text. I'd like for you to be as comfortable as possible, so you can wear pajamas too, if you'd like.

Chad sent back a smiling emoji with heart eyes. I sleep in the buff, but I can wear gym clothes, if that's OK.

That's very OK.I wanted us to have easy access…so maybe we could also fit in a workout of sorts. See you soon.

I can't wait.

I couldn't wait either. I wanted to sit on the couch and stare at the door until the doorbell rang.

Instead, I filled a big glass with water and drank that, knowing it would help with that tiny headache that was starting to throb right behind my eyes. I really needed to stay hydrated throughout the day.

If only there were someone who could help with that…