Page 42 of Daddy Erik
“Yes, how can you tell?”
“Your body told me.I’ve experienced the BDSM community in depth before ever meeting you, but not everyone responds in the way you do. It is incredible to experience something so miraculous like I have with you, another reason why everything feels different with you.”
We sip our beverages,relaxed and hazy in the heat of the bath. Pride fills my chest and my heart at his words and praise; our time together has changed his perspective on his own kinkdynamic, and I can’t lie, I love that I’ve been able to do that for him, but mostly, I’ve loved every second of growing together in our relationship with him.
The water beginsto cool as our glasses empty, so we take that as our cue to get out of the bath. Erik climbs out first, taking my glass and then wrapping me in a thick towel to dry off. It’s a beautiful part of our dynamic to be here with him drying off in our bathroom, feeling like we’ve known each other for years rather than the months we’ve actually known one another.
“Come,I want to feel your skin on mine. I can see your breasts practically filling before my eyes.”
Erik pullsme onto the bed, and I laugh at his sudden urgency. He settles me in position, grabbing another pillow for my arm, and then shuffles himself down on my lap naked, and already this feels so natural and even better than the first time. I cradle his head as I feed my nipple into his open mouth, where he closes his lips around me and draws it into the back of his mouth and sucks all my milky goodness.
This timeI run my hand along the contours of his body, enjoying the way he makes me feel and the way he feels when I touch and caress. When he’s emptied his first breast, he moves across and settles blissfully into my other arm and nipple. This time, with my right hand, I begin to stroke his already hard and leaking length, wanting to give him one more climax.
He sucks deeplyas he builds to his final orgasm with me, and satisfaction courses through me when I eventually feel his bodytense and relax as the small amount of cum he has left dribbles out.
Erik unlatchesfrom my breast and lies sated in my arms, looking back at me. We don’t need any words; we are both happy exactly as we are.
CLAIRE
Two days later…
My breathing slows first. Then my pulse. The trembling that had been pervading my skin since our morning clinic appointment finally starts to subside.
We met with Dr. Madsen,as she wanted to follow up on the recent tests she ran on my milk production, and she discussed with us the healing capabilities my milk is showing. She introduced us to Dr. Rhys, a recently hired doctor at their clinic. He was there observing the visit. Apparently he specializes in lactation and exploratory measures to encourage lactation in women that desire to breastfeed yet are medically unable to.
My anxiety spikedas there were many terms mentioned: “special case," "unique," and “one of a kind.” Erik and Dr. Madsen promptly assured me that the HIPAA medical law act would ensure the privacy and protection of my information.
Still,my mind began to spiral into a worst-case scenario involving the camera at my bookshop, my phone, and what we believe is suspicious activity from SableCorp.
Later,upon our return home, Erik secured me in our home, getting us both naked and lying in bed together, skin to skin. He lies beside me, half wrapped around me, one arm under my shoulders, the other draped protectively across my stomach. His thumb draws slow circles on my skin, soothing and unhurried.
His mouth grazes my temple.“There you are,” he whispers. “Back with me.”
I melt into him.“I didn’t realize how much I needed this type of physical connection.”
“I did.”He nuzzles behind my ear. “Your body was overloaded. Fear hijacks the same pathways as lactation and tightens everything. You needed release and grounding.”
“I’m sorry,”I whisper.
“For what?”
“For acting scared.”
His fingers tiltmy chin until I meet his eyes. “Being scared isn’t a weakness,” he says softly. “It’s proof you understand the stakes. I would rather you felt scared beside me than brave and alone in danger.”
My eyes sting.“You make everything feel safe.”
“That’s the point.”
He reachesover to the bedside table, grabs a tissue, and wipes gently, tenderly.
I exhale a shaky breath.“What happens now?”
“Now,we focus on taking one day at a time.” He tucks the blanket around me, careful not to jostle my sensitive chest.
“And tomorrow?”I ask.
“Tomorrow…”he says, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Moving forward, I'm going with you to every appointment.”
