Page 32 of Soothing Little Sylmen

The chest that I had laid against last night.

The chest that I had sucked on while we watched tv.

I shivered as I pictured it. The truth of the matter was I didn’t know I had a need to suck on things—not just pacifiers, but apparently nipples too. It was all very new to me. I could already feel myself becoming addicted.

Daddy was the perfect match for me in all ways, and every new thing we tried together furthered that idea.

A buzzing noise went off, startling me. Daddy reached over to the table beside him, grabbing his phone and shutting it off quickly. Had I still been in deep sleep it probably wouldn’t have woken me up.

Daddy rose up onto his elbows and immediately looked over to the crib. When he saw me watching him, he smiled. I matched his expression because I was happy just seeing him happy.

“Good morning, sweet boy,” he said.

His voice was deeper, rough from sleep, and I shivered at how it made me feel. My cock was fully hard by then. Between the thoughts of him and his voice greeting me happily, there was no chance the thing was going to go down.

Daddy climbed from bed and came right over to me. I wiggled, hoping I could at least disguise my desire. Daddy watched me closely, then dropped the side of the bed rail.

“Is my boy wet? Do I need to go ahead and change you this morning?”

I shook my head but kept myself positioned on my tummy. I wouldn’t move until he said I had to. Daddy hummed, leaning down to kiss my forehead and push my hair back.

“It looks like you moved around a bit, sweet boy. Lost your paci and everything.”

I didn’t respond to him, didn’t make any type of motion that would give him a hint of how I was feeling. I had to focus. I had to will my cock to go down, because now wasn’t the time.

Unfortunately for me, I had an adoring Daddy who, while patient, didn’t catch the hints I was admittedly not throwing out. He scooped me up from under the blanket, positioning me like I had been the night before with my front to his side and my legs wrapped around his waist.

The minute I pressed against him I couldn’t hold back the shudder of pleasure. I buried my face in his neck, hoping that we could ignore my issue. I didn’t want to pressure him into having sex. Didn’t want him to feel like that was something we had to do.

Plus, it wasn’t something I thought of in my Little mind, and I really liked the idea of being Little first thing this morning, even if my body wasn’t in total agreement.

Daddy didn’t call me out on my not-so-little problem as he took me over to the bed and laid me out. He stripped off my diaper, then used wipes to clean me up just like he would any other time. But instead of putting me in a new diaper, he took Bowzer from me before raising my shirt up until I lifted my arms and pulled it free. Then he scooped me up and took me into the bathroom, where he sat me on the counter. He turned the shower on before spinning back to face me.

“We need to get fully cleaned up before we head down to breakfast, sweet boy.”

I watched him, not quite understanding why he was pretending like I wasn’t sporting wood. Was it because he wanted to respect my Little side, or did he not feel attracted to me anymore? My low self-esteem rose with a vengeance as I wrestled with the various ideas.

Daddy’s hands on my cheeks pulled me out of the spiral. His forehead pressed against mine and he closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath.

“Baby, I would love nothing more than to shove my cock deep inside you and make love to you until you couldn’t stand and then diaper you to keep my warmth with you all day. I’d make sure to change you if you got wet. But I’m not going to pressure you into anything, and I can tell you want to stay Little for a while. Am I right?”

I pulled my head away from his and waited until he opened his eyes. Then I gave him a nod, then a shake, then a nod again. He laughed.

“You seem to be as undecided as I am. For now, let’s get cleaned up, then we can figure out the rest as we go. Just know that I always want you. There’s never a time when I won’t.”

My shoulders dropped at his declaration. It was exactly what I needed to hear. Exactly the words that would help me figure out this next stage of our time together.

Daddy stripped his own sleep clothes away, then checked the water before lifting me and putting me in the shower with him. He took his time washing me from head to toe, making sure I was thoroughly clean before he went about bathing himself.

I let my mind wander as he worked. Our future was unknown. I wanted things to extend past the Ranch. Wanted to see how we could make things align in a way that kept us together. While I wouldn’t have minded a long-distance relationship, it wasn’t ideal. Not when I was so very tempted to pack up my whole life just to be with him.

I had to push those thoughts away once we were dried and redressed. Daddy put me in another diaper, an oversized shirt, and a pair of shorts so short that it looked like I didn’t have any on at all. When I looked from my bare legs up to him, he smirked.

“It gives you the sensation of being Little without exposing you,” he replied to my unasked question.

He waited patiently while I tucked Bowzer back into the crib, and I smiled when Daddy turned on the lamp that sat on one of the nightstands. When that settled, we left the room to head down to grab some breakfast, the more people we passed the more confident I felt in our relationship. Daddy held my hand and led me like it was the most natural thing in the world. The other Daddies acknowledged him and the Littles would sometimes wink at me or wave, which I returned. Some had their own pacifiers in their mouths or were carrying around a cup of juice.

I kind of wished I had my pacifier too, but we didn’t have a clip for it, and I hadn’t thought to ask Daddy to bring it. It was something I would have to point out later when we went back to the room.