Daddy on Tap by Della Cain

My Little side loved a bottle of warm milk… that was until I discovered something better.

When my boss asks me to fill in at a conference in Vegas, I figure I’ll have a few nice meals, lose a bit of money on slots, catch a show, and maybe check out the local club. Now that I’m here, all I want to do is stay in my room, wear my footie jams, and watch some cartoons. Everything is… much. The noise, the people, the smoke… all of it. As long as I get through the mandatory work commitments, I’ll call it a win.
The opening session moves to a new location, and the text barely comes on time. I manage to get in just as the doors are closing and soon discover I’m in the wrong room. They aren’t discussing the newest applications of their software… They’re talking about men… Men who lactate, and as much as I know I should leave, I can’t. I’m fascinated, curious, and hard as a rock.

As the crowd files out and I’m stuck trying to will my body into submission, the speaker approaches me and says exactly what I need to hear. “Do you need a Daddy’s help right now?”