Milk For His Little (The Lactin Brotherhood #12)

5. Kasper

Chapter 5

Kasper

I still couldn’t believe I had managed to be brave enough to ask him to play. I’d seen Shawn there before but had never found the courage. He was gorgeous, and well… Daddy. What would he want with someone like me?

But something about knowing his secret—it made a difference. He hadn’t said it was a secret, but the way he was embarrassed by it, like maybe he wasn’t “Daddy enough” because of it, told me it was. I got it. People weren’t always the kindest when you were different.

There was a glint in his eyes when I told him he’d be a good Daddy that day at his home. It told me that he might be interested. That didn’t make asking him less scary, but it did bolster my courage and I was I glad I did.

We had so much fun. He was attentive without being pushy. He let me lead in the types of fun I wanted to have, but guided me when I was hesitant, like when the decision was too hard. Most importantly, he didn’t see me as less-than because I was a Little, like some of the other Daddies I’d played with. He saw me as equal.

Looking back, it was safe to say that I’d done scenes with some really shitty Daddies in the past.

Tonight we were going out on a date. A real date—a big one. This wasn’t about our kink, it was about two people who liked each other and wanted to spend time together. Maybe we’d get there and discover the only thing we had in common was our love of Little things, but I didn’t think so.

Getting dressed proved challenging for me. My jeans had been a no-brainer. I knew which ones could turn a head, but as far as what shirt to wear? I had a pile of them on my bed and was now working on trying on number six or seven—I didn’t even know, I lost count. I wanted tonight to be perfect.

We were going to an Italian place, somewhere nice but family-oriented, so it wouldn’t be too fancy. White was definitely off the table, because chances were, I’d get something with tomatoes, and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself by getting stains on my shirt. But it was a date, so having something a little nicer, like a button-up shirt, felt right.

I pulled out my dark blue shirt and buttoned it. It wasn’t exactly what I was going for, but I was running out of time and didn’t want him to have to wait because I was fussing over my clothes. I left the top button open, to not be as formal as if I had a tie, and after going back and forth, I decided to leave the shirt untucked.

It had been a long time since I’d been this nervous about a date. Not because I thought it would go terribly wrong, but because I had a feeling it was going to go so very right.

Shawn knocked on the door exactly on time, and when I opened it, he gave me an appreciative glance, smiled, and told me how good I looked. He didn’t have his Daddy voice, the one he used when I was in Little mode—he was just himself, and that was great.

“You ready to go or do you need a few more minutes?”

I grabbed my keys. “Ready.”

He offered his hand, and I took it, grateful for his touch, and we walked out to the car, where he opened the door for me like a gentleman before climbing in his side. It was a good 15-minute drive to our destination, which was nice. We got to talk about how our day had been, work, and all the normal chit-chatty, get-to-know-you things. It broke the ice before we were in public.

It was weird to think we needed an ice-breaker. After the night at the club, we’d been intimate in a way most never were. There was a trust that went with being Little and handing over your care to a Daddy, even if only for a short time. But this was our first time 100% big; no club, no milk purchases, just two men who were on a date.

I hadn’t been to this place before, but I’d seen it online, and there it looked huge. When he opened the door and I stepped inside, I was surprised by how cozy it actually was. There were some big tables for families, plenty of tables for four on one side, but the other? That side of the restaurant was set aside for couples, and where the host seated us.

“Have you been here before?” I set down my menu, no closer to a selection than I was when the hostess sat us.

“No, but my friend from work, Gail, says it’s her favorite, and the menu looked good.”

I had read the menu three or four times before giving up and staring at it as if that would hold all the answers. There were too many choices, and I didn't know which to pick.

“Have you decided what you’re having?”

I shook my head.

“Did you want me to pick for you?” he asked.

I looked at him and really thought about it for a good 30 seconds before deciding. “Yeah, maybe.”

He asked me a couple of questions about my likes and dislikes, and in the end, I ended up with casarecce, while he had a shrimp dish.

Daddy picked well. It was one of the best dishes I’d ever eaten, and unlike my fallback plan of spaghetti, it wasn’t difficult to eat without making a mess.

“Thank you.” I set my fork down after finishing my food. “I’ve never had this before, and it’s delicious.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Mine was good too.” He smiled.

“That’s not the only reason I wanted to thank you,” I added. “This was nice—the date, I mean.”

He reached across the table and placed his hand on mine. “Agreed.”

“I noticed you before, you know, when I was at the club.” I wasn’t sure why I felt it was important to tell him, but it was.

“You did?” How had Shawn not seen me checking him out? I was hardly sly.

“Yeah. It was quite the shock to me when you opened the door. I’m glad it was you, though.” Shock…best thing ever. Potato, potahto.

“I’m glad it was you, too.”

I hadn’t told him about my first time drinking the milk, unsure if that would make him feel awkward. Here certainly wasn’t the place.

It had been everything I hoped it would be and more. If it had just been some random stranger’s, it wouldn’t have felt the same.

When I closed my eyes that first night, sucking on my bottle, listening to lullabies in the background while I hugged my stuffie, I saw his face looking down at me, like I was getting it directly from him.

I didn’t know if that was something he’d even want, or if we were going to be doing much more than casual dating, but if he offered his milk direct from the source, I was going to take him up on it because it was all I could think about.

After dinner, we walked around the city for a little exercise, and then he drove me home. He walked me to the door like a gentleman and gave me a sweet kiss goodbye.

Too sweet.

Too short.

I wasn’t ready for our date to be over.

“I’d love for you to come inside,” I said, my nerves bubbling up again.

“And what would you like to do when we go inside?”

That was easy. “Everything.”