Trust in Me - Quinn Ward Page 0,29
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“This is a necessity, I think.” Theron swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “If my boy gets that messy when he’s turned on, I think we’re going to need some training pants. That way, I can tease you without having to worry about you soaking through your big boy undies.”
Oh. Well, that was different. I still felt weird about it, but I’d always wanted to try the thicker, padded underwear. And as a bonus, they made them in even brighter, funner prints than the ones he’d already picked out.
Besides, who was I to disagree? Daddy knew best, after all. I reached down, pressing my palm against my junk, arching my hips up to get some friction. Theron batted my hand away. “Nope. Good boys definitely do not play with their treasures when they haven’t been given permission. Do you want Daddy to play with it later?”
“My treasures?”
“Daddy can’t have you calling it your junk, now can he?” I went perfectly still when he stepped between my feet, which were dangling over the side of the bed. He placed a hand to my groin. My entire body came to life with not only arousal but emotions. I felt the tears welling in my eyes but couldn’t stop them. Daddy reached out with his other hand, drying my cheeks. “Sweetheart, tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. Please?”
“I’ve never… No one’s… I…” He’d rendered me incapable of putting together a single thought. No one had ever made me feel like this. I hoped, to whatever higher powers might be at work, that I wouldn’t wake up to find this was all some cruel dream.
“Shhh, I think I get it.” I closed my eyes and let the gentle cadence of Daddy’s worth soothe me. “I’m going to show you just how special you are, sweetheart. Every single bit of you is a treasure, and I’m going to keep saying it until you believe it.”
I stared up at the ceiling while Theron stepped out of the room, lifting my head when I heard plastic crinkling. “What’s that?”
“Messy boys need to get cleaned up,” he explained. Somehow, I’d blocked out the fact he was going to strip me out of my clothes and take care of me before putting me in fresh undies. I moved my hands over my junk, clenching my butt as I chewed on my lip. This was really happening.
“Don’t hide from me, baby,” Theron urged me. He set down the packet of wipes and pried my hands away from my groin. “You said you wanted this, remember?” Do you still or would you rather we wait?”
“No waiting,” I insisted. I wanted to demand that he stop giving me chances to back out, but that probably wasn’t something a good boy should do. And I wanted to be the best boy he’d ever had. I let my hands drop to my sides and clenched my eyes shut. I couldn’t look at him while he pulled down my pants.
“Look at me, Sammy,” Theron urged me. So much for that idea. I opened my eyes and the gentle way he looked at me felt like a punch to the gut. I felt bad for doubting him. “It’s going to be fine. I already know, and I’ve promised you it’s not going to be an issue. Do you believe me? Do you think I’m the type of Daddy who would lie to you?”
“No,” I responded somberly.
I wasn’t sure I remembered to breathe as he flicked open the button on my jeans. The rasp of the zipper sounded way too loud as he pulled on it. He didn’t immediately pull my pants over my hips. Instead, he lifted the hem of my shirt and bent down, softly kissing my belly. I squirmed around because his five o’clock shadow tickled my skin. “You’re beautiful just the way you are, sweetheart. I’m going to get you cleaned up now, okay?”
I nodded, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth. I held my breath again as I lifted my hips off the mattress. This was the moment of truth. No one had seen this part of me. Ever. I tossed my arm over my eyes. I knew he wanted me to look at him, but I couldn’t.
The air in the room might as well have been a high-powered fan. Feeling the cool air on my damp junk had me painfully aware that I was exposed. Theron pulled a wipe out of the