Trust in Me - Quinn Ward Page 0,27
scare me, but I don’t think slow is going to work. If I’m going to do this, I need to be all-in, so I don’t have time to talk myself out of it. The sex stuff might have to wait because that’s different, but if I’m going to be your boy, I think I need you to just take over and do the things, and I’ll tell you if it’s too intense.” By the time I got all of that out, I felt lightheaded and out of breath. My shoulders sagged with relief. I’d done it. I’d told him what I needed. Now, I just had to wait for him to tell me if he was okay with it.
“Are you sure?” Theron slid one hand up my chest, pushing me back slightly so he could look up at me. “I’m more than willing to dive right in, but only if you’re absolutely certain.”
“I am.” I was proud of how strong I sounded as I said it. I was certain. Part of me felt like all that waiting had been worth it because I had time to consider what I was interested in without anyone else’s influence. And the crap I’d been through since I first came out, forced me to be a more confident man, even if I sometimes forgot.
“Okay, then I think we need to talk a little more before I get you changed. One rule I have for myself is that I never have important talks with my boy when he’s little.” I scrunched up my nose, knowing that was a rule he’d had with other boys, too. It was stupid and impractical, but I wanted to be the only boy, not just the current one. “Don’t look at me like that. I promise it won’t be painful.”
“I know, I just… We’ve done a lot of talking already. I don’t want to wait for the good stuff,” I whined, and Theron laughed. “I’m serious. I know we have to talk, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
Theron lifted me off his lap before sliding up to the head of the bed. He spread his legs and patted the mattress. I quickly settled, turning to the side so I could rest my head on his chest. I hummed my delight when Theron wrapped his arms around my body. Times like this, I didn’t mind being smaller than most guys. I felt safe in his embrace—tiny and treasured.
“I get the feeling we’re going to have to work on your patience,” Theron teased.
“Waiting sucks,” I grumbled.
“And we definitely need to work on your language. Good little boys don’t talk back or use bad words.” I looked up at him, ready to argue that sucks was not a bad word, but I shut my mouth as soon as Theron’s eyebrow lifted. He smiled, releasing me long enough to brush a thumb over my cheek. “Good boy. See, you’re going to do just fine. Before I get you changed and start working on dinner while you get your homework done, I want to know how you see things going between us. Do you want to have a word to tell me you want to be little? Is this something you want all the time eventually? Somewhere in between?”
“What do you want?” I didn’t think role playing once or twice a week would be enough for me, but I didn’t want to be greedy, either. Theron had a whole life outside of me and I didn’t want to take up all his time.
“Nope. I want to hear your thoughts. But if it’ll help, I’ll tell you I’ve been with men who liked setting up scenes and playing, as well as boys who were little all the time and came to me when they needed attention from a caregiver,” he explained.
It was interesting that he didn’t say he was their Daddy, but then again, I was familiar with the term and I supposed it made sense. Daddies were a special level of caregiver that I thought came when you were in a relationship with the other person. But then, why had he referred to himself as my Daddy? Was he testing the waters? Trying to see how I’d react?
There was only one way to find out…
“I know I have to be big when I’m at work or school, but outside of that, I’m not really sure. Sometimes, being all little seems strange, but other times it’s like this fantasy world.” I probably wasn’t