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 onehad 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 container and gently
cleaned me. My dick throbbed as he grazed the sensitive tip. I let out a low moan as he made sureall
of mewas clean. I lifted my arm just enough that I could peek out. Daddy smiled up at me as he ran
his hands down the outsides of my thighs. My back arched off the bed when his thumbs grazed the
crease between my hips and groin. In all the times I’d thought about how this moment would feel,
worshipped had never made it onto that list but that was exactly how I felt now.
“You’re absolutely perfect, Sammy.” The words came out on a sigh. I wanted him to keep going,
maybe play with my junk, but he didn’t. He was very careful as he pulled my clean undies up my legs.
“One of these days, I’m going to have you running around in just these. Not today, but soon. You’d be
so cute with your bare tummy and legs.”
I curled my hands across my chest. I didn’t go topless. Ever. I didn’t have the visible scarring a
lot of people had thanks to good genetics and supportive parents who allowed me to go on puberty
blockers, but I still worried someone would see the scarring thatwasthere and judge me for them. I’d
worked too damned hard to build a reputation, that didn’t include being the trans anything, to let a slip
up ruin that.
“Nope, no hiding from me, sweetheart.” I wondered if he’d get sick of reminding me I didn’t need
to be scared of what he’d think. He grabbed both of my hands and pulled me upright. Once my hands
were in the air over my head, he let go. Rather than lifting my shirt by grabbing the material, he slid
his hands up my chest, allowing the fabric to gather against his arms. “You have no idea how much
you turn me on. Daddy can’t wait to kiss you all over, so you’ll never forget that I’m the lucky one
here. Thank you for trusting me.”
“I’m lucky, too.” I barely recognized my own voice. Being smaller than most guys was something
I’d always felt insecure about, but now I was beginning to see the benefits. Daddylovedspoiling me,
and if I was bigger, he wouldn’t have been able to shop for me in the boy’s section and Ireallyliked
