Trust in Me - Quinn Ward Page 0,52

take care of him.

I could practically tell the exact moment Sammy finally began to let go of his inhibitions. His entire body relaxed. I glanced down, trying to not make a big deal of it as I watched the indicator on the front of the diaper turn blue. He shuddered as he continued sucking down the apple juice I usually rationed from him. Yes, it had been a bit underhanded, but I’d known he wouldn’t be able to resist and that he’d eventually have to use his diaper.

I gave the front a gentle squeeze. “Such a pretty boy, Sammy. Daddy’s very proud of you.”

I pulled the nipple out of his mouth as soon as he’d drank the last of the juice and lifted him onto my lap. He tried squirming away from me. I cupped his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. “Don’t run, Sammy. You’re beautiful. How do you feel?”

“Thank you, Daddy.” His brow furrowed as he wiggled a bit before reaching down to touch the front of his soggy diaper. “It’s squishy. I know some people like to use them a couple times before their Mommies and Daddies change them, but I don’t know if I’d ever want that.”

“Is it using the diaper you don’t like?” For a second, I worried this had been a step too far. I doubted he even realized the way his eyes lit up the night he was looking for diapers and accessories to use as props in the playroom at the club. His blush had given him away when I’d asked him about it, and he said he wasn’t sure if he wanted to try them. I’d considered calling him out on the lie, but then decided it would be even better to surprise him with diapers of his own.

“No, that’s strange but I could get used to it,” he admitted. “But now that it’s wet, I couldn’t stay like this for very long.”

“I’m glad you told me,” I praised him. “Why don’t we get cleaned up and then we’ll come back in here for a little while.”

“But I thought we had to work on the garage?” he asked as I lifted him off my lap. I grabbed a bath sheet and spread it out across the foot of the bed. While Sammy got himself situated, I went into the bathroom to get the wipes and a warm washcloth. If this became a regular part of our play, I’d have to set up a changing station for him.

“We’ll get there, but I thought we could both use some cuddles after last night,” I told him. I doubted this would be the last time he got in trouble, and I wanted to make sure he knew there was very little he could do that would truly anger me. And even then, I would still love him. But I wasn’t going to tell him how I felt about him. Soon, but not now.

Sammy hissed when I pulled down the front of his diaper. “It’s cold!”

“Oh, is it now?” My baby boy made it way too easy. I quickly pulled the wet diaper out from under him and balled it up, tossing it into the garbage can next to my nightstand. I took my time cleaning him, wanting every inch of him clean. He squirmed when I let my fingers lazily drag through his folds.

I was utterly fascinated by his body. I loved the way he reacted when I touched him, the way his dick peeked out as it got hard. I gathered some of his slick, coating two fingers the way he’d coached me to do when we first started fooling around. I stroked his dick as I crouched beside the bed. “Somebody woke up feeling needy.”

He whined when I stopped jacking him.

“Do you want more today?” I pressed my finger against his front hole. “Daddy’s been curious to see how it’ll feel here. Do you want that, too?”

“Please, Daddy,” he begged, lifting his butt off the bed. I pressed a finger inside, slowly fucking him, curving my finger until I hit his pleasure spot. Respecting how he referred to his body was a vow to him I’d never break. “Can I have another finger, Daddy?”

“How can I refuse when you ask so politely?” I guided a second finger into his passage. “You’re so wet. I might not last very long once I’m in here.”

“I’m ready, Daddy. Want to feel it.”

As much as I hated to do it, I pulled