Trust in Me - Quinn Ward Page 0,57
crawled.”
I tucked my head against my shoulder and looked away from Daddy. I’d wanted to, but I kept thinking there’d come a time when Daddy thought I was too little. He already had to deal with changing my wet diapers in the mornings. Crawling was… It was what I wanted more than anything. And Daddy had just given me permission to be as little as I needed when I regressed.
He really was the best.
“Yeah, I think my baby likes that, don’t you?” he teased as I rolled onto my back. “Once we’re both done with school for the summer, I think you need to ask for some time off from work. I have big plans, and I could set up a play area for you so you could watch me while I work. I wouldn’t let you do anything for yourself because you’ve earned some baby time. I’d feed you, change you, rock you to sleep at nap time…”
Yes, please! Before meeting my Daddy, I’d spent a lot of time looking at things, and I’d stumbled across one little boy online who shared stories about how his Daddy did everything for him. I wasn’t sure about parts of it, like being forced to regress to the point I was incapable of controlling my bladder or bowels, but the rest of it sounded nice.
Daddy ran his hand over the front of my pants. I scrunched up my nose because it felt like he was super far away. I knew I had to wear big boy clothes when I went to school and work, but I could barely feel the weight of his palm on my junk. I lifted my hips as Daddy flicked open the button on my jeans and lowered the zipper. He slid his hand inside my undies, pressing his palm against my dick. I lifted my hips higher, needing the friction. “Oh, someone’s trying to be naughty now. Do little boys who try to get themselves off get to feel Daddy’s cock or his mouth?”
“No, Sir.” I dropped my bottom to the floor. “But you were teasing me, and it made me tingly.”
“So I’ve noticed.” Daddy laughed, then pulled down my jeans and my undies. “And maybe we’ll do something about that tonight but, right now, I don’t think that’s what you really need.”
“It is!” I insisted. For a while, I’d thought I was broken because even going on T hadn’t made me horny all the time like some guys talked about. Then I met Daddy and I realized it was because I’d never truly understood what raw, primal need felt like until him.
Daddy shook his head as he unfolded my diaper. I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. I hated it when Daddy didn’t listen to what I wanted.
“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart,” Daddy warned me. “If you do, I’ll think you’re tired and we’ll go upstairs for naptime.”
“I’m not tired, Daddy. I’m needy. It’s been forever since you put your cock in me,” I whined. Okay, so it hadn’t been that long, but now that I was getting filled up regularly, I got grumpy when he didn’t do things for more than a couple of days. And right now, I needed to feel close to him. There was no better way to do that than to have him inside of me.
“It’s been three days, and I warned you what was going to happen if you tried telling me you were all done with your homework when you weren’t.” Maybe having a Daddy was overrated. When I’d gotten stressed about how much I had left to do and deadlines flying up on me, Daddy had given me a choice. He said we could either work out a plan so I didn’t feel overwhelmed or he could talk to Jack about me taking time off to get my work done. That was so not an option because I needed the money and because I didn’t need my Daddy talking to my boss for me. “I’m hoping you had time to do today’s work before I got home because you need lots of snuggles tonight.”
“I’m close,” I admitted, thinking about how much time I’d spent staring out the back windows while I tried planning out what I should say to my parents so they’d be adequately warned about my relationship before they got to town, how I was going to tell Daddy they were coming, how he’d react, and then messing around chatting with Maverick. “Maybe