Fitch (The Wylde Street Boys #2)

4. Fitch

FOUR

FITCH

Well, holy fucking shit.

The things I learned today.

My Dom knew Benji’s Nolan. I mean, it kinda tracked, to be fair. Both rich and professional, and they both frequented the club 180. Of course they knew each other.

And Dom was his real name. Well, Dominic. As opposed to dominant, which is what I assumed it stood for.

Dominic.

I really liked that name.

And he looked smoking fucking hot in that suit. All powerful, confident, and damn, if it didn’t make my body ache. I wanted him to do me hard while he wore that suit.

I also learned that I was now thinking of him as my Dom , which probably wasn’t too surprising. Because he was my client. But I also learned that I didn’t tell Benji about my agreement with him.

I was going to, but Benji had enough to worry about right now. And hell, after our world’s just collided head-on, there was a very good chance Dom was going to put an end to our arrangement.

Which was why I played a hard and dirty game when I went to my knees at Dom’s feet.

I knew damn well how much he’d like it.

I even gave him the eyelash flutter and pouted. It totally worked because Dom growled. “Christ, get up,” he said, then pulled me up by my arm.

So I crawled onto his lap, making myself as small as possible with my head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

Dom growled again and basically shoved me off him and onto the couch next to him. “Behave.” Then he stood up. “I should go.”

I stood up too, sliding my hand along his fingers before tugging on his jacket sleeve. “If you won’t take me to your place, you can drive me to mine.”

Dom cut me a look that I was pretty sure was all anger and no patience. “Fine,” he hissed.

He was going to punish me for this and I couldn’t wait.

Still tugging on his jacket sleeve, I led him toward the door and grinned at Benji. “Bye.” Then even when he was talking to Nolan, I was still trying to pull him out the door.

I needed him to punish me, immediately.

Dom growled and pulled his hand free. “Sorry,” he said to Nolan. “He’s a...”

“He’s a brat,” Benji finished for him.

I laughed as Dom said goodbye to Benji, but I was too impatient. As soon as their door was closed and it was just me and Dom, I took his hand and pulled him toward the elevator. “Hurry, daddy.”

I thumped the elevator button and the doors opened immediately. As soon as Dom saw we were alone, he shoved me against the wall, his hand firm on my wrist, and pinned it to the wall beside us. “You need a lesson in manners,” he said.

I couldn’t really work out if this was all part of the game or if he was legit mad at me.

I decided to tempt fate and lean into the latter. “So teach me, daddy. Take me home and teach me.”

He hissed and took a step back, letting go of my wrist as the doors opened. I followed him to his car, his strides way longer and more determined than mine. I had to jog to catch up.

He unlocked his car and held my door for me. Still mad, still a good daddy.

He even put his hand on top of my hair to make sure I didn’t bang my head. I smiled up at him and he shut the door with more force than was probably necessary.

He stalked around his car, and damn, if he didn’t look even fucking hotter. He slid in behind the wheel, and I just couldn’t help myself. “You in that suit? Hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The way it hugs your body,” I murmured. “I really need you to fuck me while you wear it.”

He shot me a livid look. Even his nostrils flared.

Oh.

Uh, I think he’s actually mad at me.

I shrank back in my seat, and not wanting to see anger or loathing in his eyes, I looked away. “Sorry.”

After a pause, he sighed. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white.

Then he sighed again, and I realised he wasn’t sighing, per se. He was trying to calm down.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight,” he said. “Especially at Nolan’s house. I assumed he... was your client, and I got irrationally angry.”

My gaze shot to his then. “Angry? What for? You know what I do, right?”

He closed his eyes and let out a controlled breath. “Yes. I do. And I can only deal with that fact knowing they’re faceless, nameless men. Not a friend and colleague. I know he likes twinks...”

He frowned and shook his head as if he was mad at himself for saying that.

“Is that what you have in common?”

He shot me a fierce glare. “Yes. Among other things.”

“Well, he doesn’t like me.” There was no way I was telling Dom that I’d asked Nolan several times to take me in for a week instead of Benji. Pretty sure this was not the right time for that. “He likes Benji, if you didn’t notice. I assume Nolan told you how they met?”

He sighed for real this time, his shoulders deflating a little. “Yes.”

We were quiet for a moment then. “So,” I said, breaking the silence. “Were you jealous when you thought he was paying me? Or is that your daddy-possessive side? Not that it really matters, I guess, because either way, that was hot as fuck.”

His eyes met mine and he growled, more playful this time, and I relaxed immediately.

“You told me to order you to your knees,” he whispered. “In front of them.”

“I thought you’d like it,” I admitted. “A little surprised you didn’t want me to kneel at your feet at the end there.”

Dom’s nostrils flared. “Not in front of people. I told you before, not in public.”

“Benji and Nolan aren’t public. They get it,” I said with a shrug.

We drove in silence for a bit and it was a little while before I realised he was driving me to my place, not his.

“So, no punishment tonight for doing the wrong thing?” I asked, my voice quiet.

I couldn’t help feeling as if I’d disappointed him or failed to be a good boy for him, and I hated it.

It was the worst feeling ever. Like a steel band around my chest, it burned and squeezed, uncomfortable at first, then to the point of pain.

Was he going to kick me out?

Was he going to say he was ending our agreement?

Had I pushed him too far, the way I usually did?

God, why did it hurt so much?

“I’m sorry,” I said, voice cracking.

Stupid emotions burning hot in my eyes and closing my throat.

Dom’s head whipped around to see me and when I had to wipe away a stupid fucking tear, he pulled the car into a no-parking lane.

“Fitch,” he said, alarmed. “Are you crying?”

That, of course, made it so much worse.

“You’re taking me back to my place,” I said, gesturing to the street we were on. “I’m sorry I acted out of turn. I never meant to disappoint you. If you don’t want me anymore...” I said, pressing my hand against my sternum. “Knowing I disappointed you fucking burns me, daddy.”

He undid my seatbelt and pulled me across the centre console and into his lap. “No, baby boy, no,” he murmured, wrapping me up in his arms and holding me tight.

It was a crammed fit between him and the steering wheel—my legs still reached over to my seat—but he didn’t seem to care. He pressed his hand to the back of my head and held me. “You didn’t disappoint me. You’re such a good boy. I wasn’t prepared to see you at Nolan’s. I was out of place, and you were being a brat in front of them. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad or inadequate. I’m sorry, please don’t cry.”

“I thought I was safe to be me in front of them, with you.” My heart hurt because I realised now how wrong I’d been. “Benji understands, and Nolan does too.”

He held me tighter and kissed the side of my head. “You should have been safe to be you,” he said. “I wasn’t prepared, and we’re both new to this. We’ll get better at communicating, and I’ll get better at reading you. I promise. A good daddy should have seen and heard the real you. I let you down, and I’m sorry.”

His words, and the sincerity with which he spoke them, soothed me some.

“I hate this feeling,” I said quietly. “It’s... it’s weird and I know this is new for us. But it hurts me to not be good enough. I want to make you happy and proud of me. And I want to be bratty, and I want to push boundaries, and I want to trust that you’ll know how to handle that.”

Dom rocked us side to side as much as the driver’s seat allowed. He rubbed my back and kissed the side of my head. “You are good enough. You’re a very good boy. And Fitch,” he said, lifting my face up. He wiped my cheeks and kissed my lips. “There are some things that a boy must teach his daddy. I will learn how to read your cues, and you will learn mine. We’ll be okay.” He smiled. “Okay?”

I nodded, putting my head back on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck a little. Him admitting his failings and willingness to learn settled like an ember inside me, burning warm and lovely. “Okay.”

“Do you feel better?”

“Yes.”

“Do... do you still want to be my boy?”

I shot up so I could look in his eyes, that lovely feeling replaced with a stab of panic. “Yes. Of course I do. Why would you ask that? Do you not want me?”

“Hey,” he soothed, his hand cupping my cheek, my hair. “Of course I still want you. I want nothing more than to look after you and care for you.”

I pouted. “And rail me?”

He tried not to smile. “I believe that falls under the meeting-your-needs part, yes.”

“Tonight? Will you rail me tonight?”

His smile became a frown, and I realised he was going to say no. So I pouted without shame and gave him my biggest puppy dog eyes. “Please, daddy?” I whispered. “I need it tonight. I need you to show me. Pleeeease.”

He growled. “You need it tonight?”

I nodded. “I disappointed you earlier and made you mad, and I really need you to show me.”

His voice was gruff, his eyes onyx in the dark. “Show you what, boy?”

“Show me that you know best,” I replied. “What’s best for me, what I need. Show me what a good daddy you are. Please.”

He did that sexy daddy growl again, ran his hands down my body, then proceeded to pick me up and place me in my seat. “Put your seat belt on,” he ordered. Then he drove like a bat out of hell, and I knew when we bypassed Oxford Street that we were going to his place, not mine.

He also had a lovely bulge in his pants, which I had to lean over and stroke through the fabric as he drove. Damn thing made my mouth water...

At his house, he was out of the car so fast, opened my door, snatched up my hand, and led me into his house.

Oh, he was soooo gonna show me what I needed, all right.

All.

Night.

Long.