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“You alright?” Theo asked me, keeping a hand close to my back as I found my footing.

Satisfied that I wouldn’t fall over, I nodded and leaned into Theo’s side with an arm around their waist. Every footfall back to their cabin was a risk, but I had full confidence that Theo wouldn’t let me fall. They’d pick me up and carry me before that would happen.

Forgoing the changing table, Theo laid me across the bed and worked a towel under my hips. My eyes slipped shut, and I let Theo clean and change me. I didn’t want to decide between what to wear, or if I wanted another diaper or not. I trusted Theo to know what I needed.

They stripped me down first, then used warm washcloths to bathe me as best as they could, taking extra care around the site of the sting. I moved pliantly, lifting my hips when they instructed me to, and happily accepted the unshredded pacifier offered.

My regression had always been my safe space—my happy place, but I never realized how much potential it had, what it was missing. I thought a scene here and there was enough for me, but I was so far off the mark that we weren’t even in the same room. Theo was the missing piece. I hadn’t wanted a “here or there” Daddy, and that wasn’t going to cut it anymore. Not when I had them—not when I had my Da predicting my every move before I made it.

Knowing that I needed to be as small as possible, that a diaper over training pants or nothing at all would ground me even further into that regression. Putting me in nothing but a T-shirt because they knew I hated sleeping in pants. Nudging me to the side so they could lay closest to the door because they knew it made me feel safe.

I folded myself into their side as they stretched out next to me, finding my place on their chest like a magnet. My arm fell over their stomach, thumb stroking the soft skin on their side. I wasn’t sure what came over me then, but I nuzzled against the plush skin under my cheek, masked only by the constricting fabric they wore. Theo’s breathing picked up, and I could practically hear their thoughts spiraling. As quick as the thought came, it was gone. Suckling on Theo was one thing during sex, but it was another to do it in such a vulnerable moment, especially since they’d been so insecure that morning. The last thing I wanted was to do something that would make my Da uncomfortable.

I rested my head on their chest again, tightening my grip on them and trying my best to relax. Theo helped, even if they didn’t say anything. Their chest rose and fell with each deep breath, and I felt myself easing closer to sleep.

Eventually, I landed in that state where I was dozing, but aware of my surroundings. Aware enough to feel when Theo shifted beneath me. I shuffled over, thinking they needed the bathroom or something, only for them to lay back down. “Sweetheart,” they whispered.

“Hmm.” My eyes didn’t open, but I turned toward the sound of their voice.

Da hooked their finger into the ring of my soother and tugged. “Can I have this please?”

I spat it out without another question, shocked when they guided me back down to their chest and fed their nipple into my mouth. They let out a small huh and jolted as I latched on and sucked, but then they relaxed. Their fingers threaded through my hair, stroking softly, and I easily drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Fourteen

Theo

I stared down at the drink in my hands. I’d been looking forward to it all day—Jordan was one hell of a mixologist—but now that I had it, I didn’t want it. The one thing I did want insisted on being alone for a while.

I felt more than saw Jordan approach me, then braced for impact when he dropped into the seat next to me. “He’s okay, Theo,” he said for what must have been the millionth time that day.

I had been freaking out about Shea. The second I heard Tyler screaming for Jordan, I knew what happened. I’d been in that situation before, and I likely would many times in the future. Shea practically had to peel himself away from me for their bonfire that evening, and Jordan created a made-up disaster that needed my attention, only to shove a drink in my hand and block the door until I agreed not to leave.

People milled about, some tipsy, others not. The tables of the dining hall were littered with various supplies—bottles, diapers, and even adult toys. Hums and cracks filled the building as people tried them out.

I sat on the steps, gazing toward the orange glow of the bonfire. I still held that first cocktail in my hands, condensation beading on the sides and dampening my palms. The ice had long since melted. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to be drunk. The thought of chugging booze until my head swam and I felt like moving through water didn’t appeal to me. Feeling weak, sluggish, and hungover the next morning—no thanks. Not after spending the last few days feeling just the opposite. I wanted that jolt back, the electricity sizzling through my skin with just the touch of a finger. His body heat against mine, his tongue where no other had gone before. I wanted my boy.

“That’s not what’s going through your head, is it?”

It only took a single look and a brief shake of my head for Jordan to get to his feet. “Kay!”

I don’t know how he did it, but he always had a sixth sense for things that required someone who didn’t have a dick. Someone who was born like me.

Relieved that I would get to talk it out, I finally brought my red plastic cup to my lips.

Only for it to be snatched away.

“Hey!”

“I’m making you another one!” Jordan defended. “You can’t disrespect my skills by drinking this watered-down monstrosity.”

Accepting my booze-less fate, my hands fell to my lap. Someone sat behind me, and two tan legs stretched to either side of me. I leaned back and rested against Kaylee’s chest, my elbows on her thighs. I inhaled deeply, calmed by the scent of jasmine coming from her. She rested her chin on my shoulder, loose wavy hair tickling my skin. “What’s up?”

The words rushed out on the exhale, and I didn’t realize exactly what I was going to say until I said it. “Do you let your Littles suckle on you?”

I hadn’t realized that it was something I was into. Then again, I’d never tried it. Most of my Littles had never even seen my chest. We’d do a scene, sometimes I’d bathe them, other times they opted to clean up themselves. Regardless, I always ended up showering alone, with even the thought of letting them near my chest getting my heart racing.

I’d stayed awake while Shea napped, simply watching him. Even after dozing off, he kept a tight suction on my nipple, cupping my other breast in his hand like an emotional support toy.