wasn’t sure I was ready foranyoneto 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 it’s a lot to
process. I’d convinced myself no one would want me because I’m not like other guys.”
Daddy turned off the clippers and set them on the counter before wrapping his arms around me.
He kissed the side of my head and gently rocked me. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that,
baby. I want to be happy, in a caveman way, that you haven’t been with anyone else, but I hate that you
haven’t because you felt you could show them the real you.”
I hooked my feet behind Daddy’s back when he pressed his groin into mine. “Do you feel that?
Even with everything I know about you and have seen, I still want you. Because you’re perfect. I’ll
say it a million times a day if that’s what you need to believe me.”
I scooted back, feeling more confident about what he wanted to do. Daddywantedme. He’d been
pretty insistent that we weren’t going to have sex tonight, but if I kept reminding myself that it was
because he wanted us to have time to ease into our dynamic, maybe I could be loud enough to silence
my doubts. “I’m ready now, Daddy. Thank you.”
Daddy shaving me was a case of sensory overload. That was the reason I told myself when I
started crying halfway through. There were so many thoughts and emotions going through my head. At
one point, Daddy stopped, resting his hands on my thighs. I pressed my hand to the side of his face,
combing my fingers through his hair. “Don’t stop. I love everything you’re doing. It tickles, but it feels
good, too. I can’t wait to see when you’re finished.”
“I’m almost done,” he told me, leaning in like he was inspecting his handiwork. He quickly
worked on a couple of areas, I assumed he felt weren’t clean enough, before turning off the clippers
and setting it on the counter. The dry cloth he used to brush away the stray hairs abraded my sensitive
skin.
Thatwas a new feeling. Logically, I knew it wasn’t a huge difference, but even the air on my bare
skin felt magnified. Daddy lifted me off the counter, spun me around, and held me as we stared into
the mirror. “Well, what do you think?”
