that that was something he felt he needed to do. Yes, it was something we would have obviously had
to deal with because no one wanted an unexpected surprise as part of foreplay, but he’d been
prepared for me to walk away, and that was pretty fucked.
“No, sweetheart. I think you’re scared because this is something new for you.” I hoped it would
ease his mind to hear my thoughts. “But you’re not the only one who’s scared. This is new for me, too.
And no matter how much I want to believe you being trans doesn’t matter, I’m fully aware there will
be moments we have to work through. And we will. Together. I’m scared, too, Sam. If I ever did or
said something to make you feel any less than the amazing man you are, I’d never forgive myself.”
“I know.” Sam pressed his palm to my cheek. “That’s part of why I don’t feel unsafe talking to you
here. It’s better this way, but there aren’t many men I could trust enough to be alone in private with.”
“But how do you know?” As much as I’d love to believe he was trusting his gut, I’d learned just
enough about Sam to know that would never happen. He was careful, calculated, and cautious of
everyone around him.
He squirmed on my lap, tightening his arms around my neck. Oh, this was going to be good. He
was obviously embarrassed. I slid my hand to his hip, sliding my thumb under the hem of his t-shirt.
“Tell me, sweetheart. How did you know I was safe? Have you been checking up on me?”
“Maybe,” he mumbled.
“That’s a very smart boy,” I praised him. “You can never be too careful, and I’m proud of you for
asking about me before anything happened. I’m assuming you received positive references?”
“You make it sound like you were applying for a job.” Sam giggled. That was going to become my
favorite sound.
“I am, in a way. If you accept me, I will take my job as your Daddy very seriously,” I promised
him, then held him tighter. “But first, I think we need to be clear about the job duties, so I know if I’ll
be able to fulfill your expectations to the best of my ability.”
“You’re silly.” Sam laughed again, a bit louder this time. “Being my Daddy shouldn’t be like a
job. It should be fun.”
“Oh, I have no doubt it will be,” I assured him. “So, tell me, Sammy, what do you want your
Daddy to do for you?”
“I don’t know.” If he wasn’t slipping into a little headspace, I would have called him on his
bullshit. William and I had talked a bit more the other night once Sam went to work, and I knew he’d
