Trust in Me - Quinn Ward Page 0,36

up to the edge of the vanity. “I think you’re the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen. It’s not a matter of whether you will be or won’t be. But I do think you’ll be pleased with the results if you want to try it.”

“What difference will it make, other than how it looks?” He seemed genuinely confused.

Besides the fact I felt confident it would help him maintain bits of his little space even when we were apart because that part of his body would have a littler appearance, the research I’d done said it heightened sensitivity. “It’ll make it so you feel your treasure brushing against the inside of your undies with every step you take. You’ll remember that you’re Daddy’s boy, even when you’re at school or at work.”

“But I’ll be horny all the time then,” he complained, although he didn’t sound terribly sincere. And I liked the idea of my baby walking around thinking about the next time we’d be together. As if signaling that he’d made the decision, Sammy hopped up on the vanity and spread his legs wide. “You know what? Let’s do it. If I don’t like it, it’s just hair and it’ll grow back.”

“That’s my brave boy.” I kissed him one more time before leaving him long enough to get the clippers and a fresh razor out of the linen closet. When I turned back, my boy seemed to have shed his shy streak. He’d stripped out of his shirt and had his hand between his legs.

9

Sam

“Excuse you, Sir.” Daddy’s booming voice made me jump. I looked up, fingers still around my dick. Oh. That. I quickly moved my hand to the edge of the vanity beside me. “That’s better. You know the rules. You don’t get to play with that unless Daddy tells you to.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I apologized. And I was, as much as I could be when I was also delirious with arousal. He said he’d been hard all day, but he wasn’t the only one. Just because my dick wasn’t big enough to make a lewd imprint in my jeans over the top of my thigh didn’t mean I wasn’t horny as could be. “It felt good when you were playing, and I like the tingly feeling.”

“Well, now I’ll have to think about whether you’re going to get to come tonight. Actions have consequences, Sammy.” I swallowed hard, praying I didn’t start crying. Daddy was upset with me and I didn’t like that one bit. He stepped between my legs, then leaned around me to plug in the clippers. I still wasn’t totally certain about this, but Daddy thought I’d look cute and I wanted to be the cutest. Plus, I’d always wondered about guys who shaved down there when I’d been watching porn, so maybe this was the push I needed. “You’re going to have to hold very still while Daddy cleans you down here. If you move, I might accidentally knick you, and that would be very bad.”

That was enough to have me second-guessing this entire idea. Just the idea that I could get cut—down there—had me wanting to tell Daddy I’d changed my mind. But I couldn’t see doing this on my own, and I trusted him. He’d keep me safe as long as I didn’t get wiggly.

“I’ll be good, Daddy,” I promised him. I jumped again when the high-pitched buzz of the clippers started. They were just little beard trimmers, but the metal combs looked like a monster’s teeth.

“Put your hands by the backsplash,” he directed me. I listened, leaning back and spreading my legs even wider. My breathing grew ragged as I clenched my butt. He was going to be right there. To do what he wanted to do, he was going to have to get up close and personal with the part of my body I wasn’t sure I was ready for anyone to see. But he wasn’t anyone, he was Daddy. “Relax, Sammy. I’d say we can stop anytime, but I’m not sure that applies here. So, I’m going to ask you one last time before I get started, are you absolutely certain you want this?”

“I do, Daddy. Cross my heart I do, but I’m scared, too,” I explained. I didn’t open up to many people, but Daddy wasn’t like the rest. He had a way of making me feel like I could say anything that was on my mind without feeling bad about it. “You’re the first person I’ve been with and