Page 27 of Soothing Little Sylmen

Once I had him all squared away, I grabbed the clothes I had taken off of him when we first arrived. “I’m going to put these on you now so we can make our way back to the room with a little privacy. But when we’re back, I’m going to take them back off and leave you in your Little outfit. Is that okay?”

He tapped me once on the shoulder. I smiled, happy to know that our system worked. Once he had on the baggy clothes covering his diaper and cropped shirt, I laid him down underneath the arch to play again as I went about cleaning up the rest of the things we’d taken out. I restacked the books, disposed of the diaper in the diaper pail provided, folded the blanket, put the towel in the hamper in the corner, and arranged the toys he’d played with in a pile so they could disinfect everything.

We finished up with about five minutes to spare. It gave me time to carry him out of the fort—a feat I hadn’t been totally convinced was possible, but thanks to my size and some good maneuvering, I was able to manage. Once out of the cramped space, I lifted him into my arms bridal style.

I gave the key to the woman we’d met going in, who smiled and thanked me for cleaning up even though it wasn’t necessary. Part of me wanted to argue it was simply me being nice. I didn’t tell her to brag or receive praise.

Sylmen stayed quiet the whole time, just watching and waiting for what came next. His absolute trust in me was wonderful. As we passed a few people I recognized—the guys I had spoken with the day before, and some of the Littles who’d been in the room with Sylmen along with their Bigs—each one waved, acknowledging us and taking the chance to coo over Sylmen when they could. Even though he was in Big clothes, everyone could tell he was being Little.

My boy didn’t shy away from it either. He accepted the praise and attention like it healed a part of him to be able to be this way openly. I vowed to myself that I would do everything I could to make it happen more and more. He would never go so long again without expressing himself to his full Little potential.

When we reached my room, he came to a bit more. He scrunched his nose, then looked down the hallway to where his room was. I shook my head and smiled at him.

“My room has something special set up for you.” I keyed the door open.

Backing in so he wouldn’t see it right away, I slowly brought us into the space. I wanted to watch his face as he took it all in for the first time. When his gaze caught on the crib and supplies, I felt his body go tense. The next second he was patting my arm once.

I eased him down and stepped away, keeping my hands in front of me. “It’s okay, sweet boy. It’s okay. I’m sorry if I crossed the line.”

He didn’t make a move to express himself or try to explain what he was feeling. Instead, he reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. The baby tee came next. His leggings followed, and then he ripped off the diaper I’d only just put on him.

My boy stood naked before me and my mouth watered.

Sylmen turned to the king-size bed and crawled on top. Then he did the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He placed his face on the comforter, his gaze turned my way, and he reached back, spreading his ass cheeks wide. His hole winked at me, and I was a helpless man.

My sweet boy had taken a back seat. A different kind of hunger was in control. I needed to give him what we both wanted.

Chapter Thirteen

Sylmen

My heart was a whirlwind of nerves. Daddy’s gaze was potent. He looked ready to eat me alive. And I really kind of wanted him to.

This position was said to be one of the most enticing. I know because I had looked up sex at one point, years ago. I wanted to know what the thing was all the guys on the ranch always talked about. They spoke as if it were this magical experience and everyone should go do it immediately. I didn’t want to agree or join into any conversations before I knew what it entailed.

Watching it, though, was an experience. Because not all porn is built the same. There were some videos that made sense. I watched them and I got hard and I wondered what it would feel like. Those were usually the male-male variety. Occasionally I would come across one with a female partner and it would interest me too, usually when the women were more masculine in appearance. It was intriguing in a way I couldn’t explain.

I spent days and days researching. I needed to see with my own two eyes what the different pairings were and how they made me feel. Once I realized the men were what I kept coming back to, I stuck with those videos.

When I found myself curious, I wanted to experience that connection with someone. But at the same time I was too shy.

One of the men who came through the ranch about four years ago was openly gay. He made no bones about the fact that he was attracted to me. I’d let him inside my body one time and one time only. It wasn’t that it was necessarily painful so much as I felt wrong afterward. Like the connection wasn’t even worth it because I didn’t want more. I didn’t want to get to know him. We were two completely different people.

I’d known I was into age regression at that point, and there was no doubt in my mind that this guy wasn’t going to be down with my Little side. Plus, he had said he was only staying for a short time as he traveled across the country. It wasn’t worth it to push for anything else. Though I wasn’t a virgin, I also didn’t have a ton of experience.

The way Daddy prowled forward sent heat up my spine. When he reached me, his hands moved over my ass like he was worshipping me, like he couldn’t get enough. I panted, everything in me desperate for him to show me how good we could be together.

I trusted him. Trusted that he knew what to do, that he would take care of me the way he had done all along.

There was no worry, no thoughts of pain, no fear of losing him after this. He had accepted me when I was Little, and I knew he would do the same now, when I was bare and exposed for him.

“You are so fucking tempting,” he growled. “I ne… I need to taste you.”

My brows rose even though he couldn’t see me, because that was something I wasn’t expecting. Sure, I had seen videos of it thanks to lots and lots of research, but to think Daddy wanted to put his tongue in one of my most private places amazed me.

He leaned forward slowly, like he was waiting for me to tell him to stop. I could have tapped him or pinched him at any time since his hand was right next to mine, where I still held myself open. But I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to slow down.

The first swipe of his tongue had me closing my eyes. It was so good—the intensity of it, the heat.