13. Riley

Chapter 13

Riley

I’d been really looking forward to playing at the club with Adam, but two seconds in and it was obvious, the club was a bust. We had arranged a tour, and I was grateful we did because we quickly saw the place was more for show than for people in the lifestyle. There were people who were clearly into what they were doing, but there were also a lot of people just gawking. And it wasn’t the voyeuristic kind of kink coming through—it was people who probably watched a stupid reality show and thought, “Hey, that sounds interesting.”

In theory, the club was supposed to vet out people like that. The website had been pretty clear that wasn’t who their clientele was supposed to be. Their website lied. When they asked if we wanted to get a changing room, Adam looked at me, and I looked at him. We both said at the same time, “I think we’re gonna go.”

They probably thought we were in shock from the views we’d seen. And that was fine. We didn’t owe them any sort of explanation. We could’ve tried to play, but with the onlookers, neither of us would’ve had any fun. This was better. It gave us time—time to explore the city, go back to the hotel, or maybe gamble.

“The car won’t be here for eighteen minutes.” Adam wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I leaned into his side. We were standing off to the side where the air was much warmer than it was back home at this time of night.

“It was weird in there, right?” I didn’t think it was all in my head, but maybe… This trip had taught me how easy it was for me to get overwhelmed in this city.

“Oh, yeah.” He kissed the top of my head. “It was like a tourist attraction.”

“What do you want to do next? We have all night.” And I wasn’t ready for it to be over.

“I don’t know. I thought we would do this.”

We both took out our phones and started searching for things to do near and not-so-near our hotel. Eventually, we decided to catch a magic show. There was no doubt in my mind that it was going to be cheesy. They still had tickets left, and the show began in less than an hour and a half.

Great shows were sold out long before they started.

We’d be doing it together, though, and it was Little-adjacent—not quite Little, but not quite Big either. It was going to be a blast. Probably. It was going to be better than the club. That was for sure.

We changed the rideshare’s destination to the casino with the show and arrived forty-five minutes before the doors opened. The two of us walked around the shops until it was time. Adam even bought me a dinosaur squishy.

The magic show was less illusion and wonder and more humor. It worked. We laughed and laughed so much that my belly hurt by the time we were walking out. It had been a great choice to salvage the evening. Not that skipping the club had ruined it. Staying might have, though.

I still wasn’t ready for the night to be over. But we’d already gone to dinner, attempted to go to a club, and then caught a late show. And as much as I hated it, we both had to get up in the morning, so when we went back to the hotel, I knew it was time for bed—and not the fun kind of bed, either. We needed sleep.

“I’ll walk you to your room.” Adam wasn’t asking, which was good because I didn’t want to make any decisions. Which was funny in hindsight because the second we reached the door, I asked him if he could come in and stay.

“Don’t you need to get up, my sweet boy?” He was in full-on Daddy mode which only made me want him to stay even more.

“Yes, but I can’t sleep without my milkies.”

I couldn’t believe I managed to get the words out. I’d been thinking about it ever since the car ride back to the casino. Not that it had been far from my thoughts since I first met him.

“Mm, I see. Well, I guess if that’s the case, you better let Daddy in.”

Daddy. Not Adam. Not “me.” Daddy.

We went inside, and I took off my clothes, showing him how adorable I looked in my dinosaur outfit. I could’ve stayed in them, it was time for my jams. If I didn’t make a change of attire, I’d want to play instead of what I needed to do.

I started to take my shorts off.

“I’ve got that, my sweet brave boy.” Daddy crossed over to me and pushed my shorts all the way down, tapping one foot and then the other, guiding them off my legs.

Next he unsnapped my onesie. He was so close to my dick, while at the same time being so far away, and my cock stirred as if letting him know it didn’t want to be ignored, but ignore it he did. He ended by patting the bed to have me sit down so he could pull one sock off and then the other.

“Tell Daddy where your jammies are.”

I pointed to the drawer, and he went over and pulled out a pair with dinosaurs all over them. It was officially the theme for the night, and what a great theme it was. He left my thick underwear on and helped me get my jams up and zipped before sending me into the bathroom.

After taking care of business, I came out and climbed into bed. While I was in the bathroom, he’d gotten down to his boxer briefs, and he joined me on the bed.

I snuggled onto his lap, positioning myself so I could reach his nipple with my mouth. It was a slightly awkward position, but I was determined to get a good latch. Being close to him while I drank was important to me, and if my neck hurt later, so be it. I circled my tongue around his nipple, and when the first drop of milk hit the tip of my tongue, I latched on and began to suckle, drinking greedily.

It was hard to believe how long I’d gone without knowing this existed. Maybe it was for the best because I couldn’t imagine a better partner for my first time than Adam. He was so patient, so caring, so… Daddy.

When it was time to switch sides, he had me sit beside him as he laid down. Then he pulled me to his side so I could lie down while I drank.

This time, I fell asleep. Drinking my milkies, I fell into one of the most peaceful sleeps of my life.