8. Fitch
EIGHT
FITCH
I liked pushing Dominic with the bratty-boy behaviour. It was like a light switch flicking on. The sensible professional lawyer disappeared and the daddy in him prowled.
From the car to his front door, the tension in him was to the point of bursting. The bulge in his pants was too.
I barely got one step inside his house, when he all but dragged me to his room and pushed my knees against the bed. He used his foot to spread my feet apart, his fingers digging into my hips, his mouth at my ear.
“You tease me, boy,” he said.
I moaned, arching my back and sticking my arse out. I needed him to bend me over this bed and fuck me?—
But then he was gone.
I turned around and he was standing back, looking at me like he wanted to ravage me but was refraining. “What’s wrong?” I asked, giving him my sad puppy eyes. “Don’t you want me, daddy?”
Dominic’s nostrils flared. His chest heaved. “I do. But you need to eat first.”
“I need a lot of things,” I said, snaking my hand down my abs to where my jeans were barely hanging onto my hips. I gave my dick a slow palm. “I’m hungry, daddy,” I said, looking up at him through my lashes. “But not for food. I need you to fill me right up, daddy.”
His restraint was dangling by a thread. I could almost feel him vibrate with need; the distance between us thick with desire. Needing to give him a final push, I popped the button on my jeans and let them fall to the floor.
I wasn’t wearing underwear.
Then I pulled my T-shirt over my head, and while I held his dark gaze, I let it fall to the floor. I licked my lips, wishing to god I had a lollipop, wondering how strong his resolve actually was.
He looked about ready to burst but never moved a muscle.
So I rubbed my tummy, then turning around, I knelt one knee on the bed and rubbed my arse cheek, letting him see I’d lubed myself. “I’m so hungry. Won’t you feed me, daddy? Fill me right up.”
Without a sound, he stepped closer, shoved me onto his bed, and pinned my shoulders to the mattress.
“You’re a naughty boy,” he said, voice so rough it barely sounded like him. I heard the clank of his belt buckle, his zipper loud in the silence.
Fuck yes.
“I’m sorry, daddy,” I breathed, waiting for the impending breach. Anticipation and desperation clawed at my insides. “I don’t want to be naughty.”
Then a drop of liquid ran down my arse crack. Did he use spit?
Oh fuck yes, he did.
Then he pushed into me, hard and deep.
Unforgiving.
I shot up, arms reaching, and cried out but he shoved me down again. “This is what you wanted,” he bit out. “You wanted me to fill you, fuck you.”
The intrusion was intense. He drove every inch of his glorious cock into me, and it was almost too much. But his power over me, his strength, his dominance, was way more powerful.
Intoxicating.
“Yes, daddy,” I cried. “I want it all.”
His fingers bit into my skin, and he shook my hips a little, loosening me up and sending fireworks of sensation through me.
Then he proceeded to fuck me.
He wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t patient.
This was pure need. He drove into me, over and over, all I could do was fist the bedding and hold on.
“Gonna feed your hungry hole, boy,” he said, his cock getting impossibly harder, his thrusts getting faster.
“Yes, please, daddy,” I wailed, crying out with every thrust. “I need it. I need your seed. So good, please, daddy. Please let me have it.”
He slammed into me one last time with a strangled roar, his cock pumping me full of his come.
I could feel the pulse, the power of it.
Wave after wave rocketed through him, his body jerking with moans of sweet pain and intense pleasure.
Emotions I couldn’t begin to fathom washed over me. A deep well of pride that I made him so happy, that I fulfilled his need, and gratitude that he gave me what I craved.
He gave me calm and purpose.
Then he pulled out and pulled me up into his arms, holding me tight. “Are you okay? Fitch?”
I realised then that I was crying. And that made me sob and laugh all at the same time.
Dom cupped my jaw, his face full of concern. “Fitch?”
“I’m so good right now,” I said. “I’m so happy.”
My tears just seemed to confuse him more. “Happy? Then why...? I don’t understand.”
I laughed through my tears and wrapped my arms around him, clinging to him. “Oh, daddy. You made me so happy. Thank you, thank you.”
He rubbed my back but he was stiff, and I could tell it was out of concern. “Did I hurt you?”
I snorted out a teary laugh. “You gave me everything I needed.”
He pulled me back and cradled my face, his thumbs wiping my cheeks. His eyes searched mine and all I could do was smile. “Let’s shower, then we can talk,” he said gently.
I nodded happily. Maybe by then I could get some thoughts in order.
The way he washed me and dried me was too careful, almost apologetic, and I knew I had to make him understand.
He dressed in his soft lounge pants and T-shirt, and I opted for the stegosaurus underwear and singlet top.
Dominic appeared to regret buying them. Or sorry that I was wearing them. I wasn’t sure.
“Hey,” I said gently. “Come with me.”
I took his hand and led him out to the living room, away from the rumpled bed, away from the reminder of what he’d done to me.
I made him sit on the sofa, then I crawled into his side, under his arm, and snuggled in.
“I need you to understand something,” I began.
He held his breath.
So I looked up at him, needing him to see the honesty in my face. “What happened before... it was... well, it was new for me. And kinda overwhelming.”
“If it was too much, if I hurt you?—”
“Shh.” I gave him a pointed look, and he shut up.
“I’m going to try and explain this properly. I’ll probably stuff it up, but I need to say this.”
“Okay.”
I put my hand to my heart. “This need I have,” I began. “This craving to please you. It’s something inside me. I can’t explain it any better than that. It’s who I am. I’m your boy and you’re my daddy, and when I get in that headspace, all I want to do is make you happy. Make you proud.”
He rubbed my arm, my back. “I get that,” he murmured. “I feel the same way. I just want to meet all your needs; make you feel safe and secure.”
I nodded. “Exactly. And tonight, god, knowing I did that to you—made you need to punish me like that—that I turned you on so much, that you fought to fuck me and to give me everything I needed. God, it was so good.” I tapped my chest. “The pride I felt was overwhelming. And gratitude, so much fucking gratitude.”
“Gratitude?”
I nodded. “That you give me what I crave, that you heal something in me. I’m so thankful for you. You know what I need, and fucking hell, Dominic, you give it to me so good.”
He smirked. “You give it to me just as good. You know exactly what I need.”
His words bloomed warmth inside me. “It’s hard to describe,” I added. “And I wouldn’t expect many to understand it. But when you came inside me, it was like a wave of calm washed over me. Calm and purpose, that’s what I felt. And I haven’t felt emotions like that in a long time. Possibly ever.” I blinked back fresh tears. “I haven’t felt seen in a long time. Like the world just pretends I don’t exist; the people on the street, they act like I don’t exist. But you see me. You understand me, and you give me what I need.”
He lifted my chin, his touch so gentle, and he pressed his lips to mine. So soft, so perfect. He closed his eyes as if he was savouring the moment.
“I see you,” he whispered. “And you see me too. Everything you said is everything I feel. I want to care for you, look after you. I want to spoil you and give you everything you need.” Then he paused, his eyes meeting mine. “This is new to me as well. I’ve never had a permanent arrangement before. So I feel like I’m out of my depth a little, not gonna lie. And when I saw your tears before...” He shook his head. “It scared the shit out of me.”
I smiled up at him, leaning up so I could kiss him this time. “I know it did, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just so overcome with emotions. And relief. I thought for a second you were going to deny me and insist we eat dinner first.”
He chuckled. “I tried. I had every intention of feeding you first.”
I rubbed my tummy. “You did, believe me.”
He smiled, a little embarrassed. But then he booped the tip of my nose with his finger. “And you knew exactly what to do to get me to give in.”
I laughed, because hell fucking yes, I did. He was a sucker for the puppy dog eyes and sultry pout. So I gave him both again, making a total sad face and looking up at him like a scorned child. “And you called me a naughty boy.”
He laughed and slid his hand down to my arse, giving me a good squeeze. “Because you are. You goad me until you get what you want.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, snuggling into him, my hand on his chest. “And you are the very good daddy who gives it to me.”
He sighed but it was a contented sound, his arm around my shoulder. “But I am going to feed you.”
I looked up at him, excited. “Again? Yes, please. Right here on the couch. You won’t need lube. I’m still full of your?—”
He growled playfully. “I’m going to feed you real food, cheeky brat.”
I sighed with as much dramatic flair as I could manage. “Such a party pooper. I could live on your dick, I swear.”
He grunted. “Do you need a lesson in manners, boy?”
“Depends,” I said, pushing my luck. “Will you reward me for passing the lesson? Or punish me for failing? I’m just wondering which prize I’d prefer.”
He chuckled. “You’re in a bratty mood.”
“I’m in a great mood,” I corrected. “I’m on cloud nine and I didn’t even come yet.”
“Hm. Maybe your punishment should be that you’re not allowed to come.”
I gasped and sat up and looked at him. “You wouldn’t.”
He grinned. “Then be a good boy.”
I pouted, but it was all in good fun. “I mean it,” I said quietly. “What I said earlier, about feeling calm and free when I’m your boy. You take the very best care of me, daddy.”
“Same,” he said. “I’ll admit I was nervous about what you might have thought about this arrangement, and I feel better now that we’ve talked. We should talk like this at least once a week to make sure we’re both still happy with where we’re at.”
I wasn’t sure about that. “What if you tell me you’re not happy, though?” I asked. “What then?”
He took my hand. “Then we work through it. We compromise and we air our grievances. Maybe it’ll be you telling me you’re not happy anymore,” he said. He might have meant it as a light-hearted comment, but his eyes told me otherwise.
How could he be insecure about this?
How could he be insecure about anything?
“I’m in this for as long as you’ll have me,” I said. “And it’s not just the money, Dominic. Though, it does mean I don’t have to work as much. But it’s what I said before. You meet needs I didn’t even know I had.” I shrugged. “It’s a transactional exchange, I understand that. You pay me to be what you need for two nights per week. But just so you know, you’re what I need too.” Then I baulked. “Not saying you don’t have to pay me or anything, but you know...” I cringed. “Because, well, money makes the world go round, or something.”
He laughed at that, and I was glad the mood was brighter. “I’m happy to continue to pay.” He made a face. “And I’ll admit,” he added sheepishly. “I like hearing that you don’t need to work as often. Not so much for my own satisfaction, but for you, your safety.”
I sidled up to him, pouting my lips for him to kiss. Which he did. “Thank you, daddy.”
He looked at me with a certain fondness that was probably dangerous, but given that we’d just admitted what our daddy/boy relationship meant to us, it was only natural.
I hoped he could see in my eyes how much I liked him, how much I appreciated him and respected him.
“Now, little one, about dinner,” he said. “I have a salad with chicken souvlaki.” He peeled me off him so he could stand. “How does that sound?”
Little one. God, I loved it when he called me that.
But also yes, dinner sounded amazing.
But I followed him into the kitchen. “I thought we could take a moment to appreciate these undies,” I said. “Stegosauruses are my favourite dinosaur, and they fit me so snug.”
I drew the singlet top up past my belly button and did a little twirl for him so he could appreciate the briefs in their entirety. “You like them?”
His gaze raked over me, up and down, missing nothing. “Yes,” he replied. Then his eyes finally met mine. “Very much.”
I gave my dick a little squeeze. “It makes me feel all tingly when you look at me like that, daddy.”
He was about to say something when my phone vibrated with a call. And no one ever called, unless it was bad news. There were only two people who it could have been, and we were text-only kinds of guys.
I saw the name onscreen and frowned when I showed it to Dominic. “It’s Benji,” I mumbled, then answered the call. “Hey, wassup? Everything okay?”
“Um,” he replied. “Look, something’s come up and I hate to ask this of you.”
He had my complete, undivided attention. “What is it? You know I’ll do it if I can.”
He sighed. “Well, about my father’s two henchmen that have been chasing me,” he said. “The cops have an idea...”
“I don’t like this,” Dominic said as he fixed my shirt for the third time. He was in his protective-daddy mode and it was kinda hot.
I knew it was out of concern, and that was sweet, but we needed to do this.
Benji needed us, and there was no way me and Ky would let him do this on his own.
“They’re using you as bait,” Dominic grumbled again.
“Well,” I said, trying to add a little levity. “Technically, Benji’s the bait and me and Ky are just side-baits.”
Ky smiled, Benji nodded, but Nolan and Dominic did not find this funny.
“The police will be there,” Nolan said. Again.
I leaned in and up on my tippy toes so I could whisper in his ear. “And you’ll be watching me, so I’ll be fine.”
The cops had a plan, as flimsy as it was, and I was disappointed it wasn’t like the big covert ops in the movies.
We were to play the role of ourselves, in the open, near the bus stop on Oxford. Not our usual corner but for good reason.
Undercover cops would need to be close-by and undetectable. Which was funny because, to me, they stuck out like a sore thumb.
But play our part we did.
It was actually kinda fun, getting to be loud and having a laugh with Benji and Ky. Just like old times. Despite Benji trying not to look around too much and his smile not sitting quite right. He was nervous, understandably so. But he was also the bravest person I knew. He was standing up for himself, standing up to his father.
He was putting faith in the police, which kinda felt wrong to me, but I trusted Dominic. And Nolan, but mostly Dominic.
I could feel him watching me.
Even from the car parked up the street, I knew he was close enough to be with me in just a few seconds if I needed him.
There was reassurance in that.
A safety net I hadn’t had in years.
I felt protected and cared for, which was a warm and fuzzy feeling I was getting used to when it came to Dominic.
That alone should have sent up warning flares. I’d learned to not get attached, not feel emotions, and certainly not yearn for things I couldn’t have.
But it was different with him.
I was different with him.
And that was a dangerous thing.
There was a really good chance it was going to end terribly with Dominic, and the fallout would be catastrophic. I wouldn’t be the same person on the other side of it.
But so help me god, it wasn’t going to stop me.
To hell with the consequences.
He was the best thing to happen to me in forever. Possibly my whole damn life. Not including Benji and Ky, of course. But Dominic was different...
Who I was when I was with him, how I felt, and who he encouraged me to be was the real me.
I was safe with him and that was something only people like me could understand.
People like me, Benji, and Ky.
We understood.
Feeling safe and protected with someone was the utmost.
And I was caught up in that, maybe being a little too myself , playing this covert operation game on the street. It’d been so long since the three of us had hung out, and it was getting late, and there was no way to know if those two henchmen dickheads would even show up...
Until they did.
Two men were suddenly there, kinda familiar even though I’d never seen them this close-up, and Benji went pale. He raised his hands just as those two arseholes pulled out guns.
Fucking guns were never discussed, never mentioned in this scenario, but in the blink of an eye, the cops were there, and with a lot of yelling and adrenaline, it was all over.
Nolan was running toward us and he collected Benji in a hug, and when I looked behind him, I saw Dominic.
His eyes were only on me, and I could see his concern, his restraint. His relief. “You okay?”
I nodded. “That was a fucking rush!”
He growled. “No, it was not a rush. Jesus Christ.” Then he gave Ky’s shoulder a squeeze. “You okay?”
Ky looked up at him and gave him a half-smile. “Yeah. Thanks.”
“See?” I said to Dom, giving him my biggest good-boy eyes. “Everyone’s fine.”
Then the cops were taking the two arseholes away, bagging the pistols, taking photographs.
There would be statements and all that bullshit required, but it could all wait until tomorrow.
Benji wanted to go home, and that sounded like a great idea to me.
I gave his arm a squeeze. “I’ll call you.”
He nodded, giving me a tired smile.
“Do you need a lift?” Nolan asked Dominic.
It hadn’t occurred to me that he’d leave me tonight. I looked up at him, and his eyes met mine.
“No, I’m good,” Dominic replied. “I’ll make sure this one gets home.”
Oh, thank god.
That warm fuzzy feeling bloomed right through me. I wanted to put my arms around him. I wanted him to hold me, to feel his strength and his protection.
And whatever else he wanted to do to me...
“Ky, what about you?” Benji asked him.
He gave a sly smirk and headed back towards Wylde Street, back to club 180. “I’m all good, thanks. Talk to you tomorrow, Benj.” He gave me a nod, before he turned around and was gone.
Benji and Nolan said goodbye and, with Nolan’s arm around Benji’s shoulder, they left as well.
I stood beside Dominic, yearning for his touch, his comfort. But he had his stoic face on. I hadn’t seen it in a while, and I didn’t care much to see it tonight.
“If you want to go,” I said, looking down Oxford at the people, the cops who were still around.
Anywhere but at him.
“I’m good here,” I said, the words tasting sour and heavy. My stomach was all tight and queasy. I hadn’t eaten anything to make me nauseous. I hadn’t eaten anything at all.
Dominic grabbed my arm and dragged me to the road. He flagged down a cab, and holding the door for me, he shoved me into the backseat and got in behind me.
He snapped his address to the cabbie and my head was spinning.
What the hell was I in trouble for?
He was legit fucking mad and I had no clue what I’d done.
“Dominic,” I tried.
His gaze cut to mine; razor sharp and impossible to read.
But with nothing more than a glance toward the driver and a small shake of his head, he told me not to talk.
He took deep, measured breaths, his eyes closed, and I realised what was happening. He was going to end things.
This was all going to end tonight.
A cold and greasy lump roiled in my belly. My heart ached to the point of physical pain.
This is why I didn’t get attached.
This right here... this hollowed-out feeling. Abandoned again. Heartbroken again.
Alone again.
A silent tear escaped my eye, and I turned to face the window, wiping it away so he wouldn’t see.
I didn’t want to lose him.
I was in love with him. I was certain that’s what this was. He understood me, he saw me when no one else did.
And now he was leaving me.
I shouldn’t have been surprised... It was never going to last forever. He was a successful lawyer, and I was a rent boy.
A prostitute.
He was everything, and I was nothing.
I needed to leave. I needed to get out of the car. I needed air.
I needed to not hear his goodbye.
The car slowed at a stop sign and I reached for the handle, but Dominic snatched my hand, his hold far too tight, his face a mask of anger... until he saw my tears.
Then it all changed.
He paled, his expression now sorrow and regret. “No,” he whispered.
But then the cab pulled up and Dominic threw some money at him and led me up to his front door. He unlocked it, got me inside and shut the door behind me, then pushed me up against it.
His hands cradled my face, he shook his head, panicked. “Why the tears? Why are you crying? Fitch, my god. I can’t stand it, tell me why?”
That, of course, made me fucking cry.
“Because you were mad at me, and you’re going to end this, and I don’t want to lose you?—”
He frowned. “What? No.”
“—you mean everything to me,” I said, snot-sobbing. “I never want to make you mad and you wouldn’t even look at me, and I was so stupid for thinking this could ever be more. I mean why would you ever...”
Dominic shook his head and pulled me into his arms, holding me so tight, my feet were almost off the floor. “No, Fitch. I’m not ending this. Why would you think that?”
He wasn’t?
“Because that’s what people do. They leave me. And you were mad at me. I dunno what I did. Because of who I am.” I couldn’t stop the tears now. I hadn’t let myself cry in so long, now that the dam had burst, I couldn’t stop. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled through my tears.
I was clinging to him like a lifeline. Like if he let me go, I’d possibly drown in my tears, drown in my heartbreak.
He picked me up, hoisting my legs around his waist and he carried me to the kitchen. He sat me on the kitchen counter, pulled me in close, and held me.
He rubbed my back and cradled the back of my head while I cried.
“I’m not leaving you,” he murmured. “I’m not ending this. I have no intention of ever ending this. I just found you.”
I was scared to let go of him. “But you were so mad.”
He chuckled. Actually fucking laughed.
I pulled back so I could see his face, so he could see mine. “Is this funny?” I said, pointing to my face. “I don’t cry, ever, and you made me cry, Dominic.”
His face softened and he cupped my cheeks, planting a soft kiss on my lips.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his forehead to mine. “I was mad... I was...” He groaned and leaned back. “At the whole situation. That you were out there, as bait. Anything could have happened to you. I had to sit in the car with Nolan and keep him calm when all I wanted to do was take you and leave. Then they had guns, and it could have ended so fucking bad. And you know what you said? The first thing you said when I reached you was that it was a rush.”
He raised his eyebrows at me, his expression stern. “A rush, Fitch. Like you hadn’t been almost killed. While I had to sit and watch from up the street.”
Oh.
“Oh,” I whispered.
He took my face in his hands again and winced. “Do you know what it would do to me if you were hurt? Or worse? I worry about you every night you’re not here with me. And then you said it was a rush, and I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to shake some sense into you in front of everyone. Or drag you somewhere and teach you a lesson...”
Oh.
“It took every ounce of self-control I had to keep my cool,” he whispered. His eyes searched mine, his gentle hands cradled my face so tenderly. “And then I saw your tears.” He shook his head, his eyes watery. “To think I hurt you. I’m so sorry, Fitch.”
“I thought you were gonna fire me.”
“Fire you?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged. “You know, sack me. Tell me my services are no longer required.”
He gave me a sad smile. “You’re not... It’s not like that. You’re not an employee.”
But I kinda was, and we both knew it.
“I’m not ending our agreement,” he said firmly. “Is that what you want? Do you want to?—”
“Fuck no.” How could he even ask that? “I only thought you were going to end things and it made me cry, Dominic. I literally felt sick to my stomach, and heartbroken, and worthless. No, I don’t want to end this. How could you ask me that?”
His eyes met mine and I knew I’d said the wrong thing.
“Worthless?” he whispered, his whole face a show of sadness. “Fitch, baby, no. You’re not worthless. You mean the world to me. And to Benji and Ky. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“I’m a prostitute,” I whispered.
He let go of my face so he could hold me again, his arms tight around me. “And I’m a lawyer. You know on a scale of trustworthiness, I think my profession rates way less than yours. According to public opinion polls, that is.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, despite the seriousness of this conversation. The fact was, maybe the difference in our professions was a distance no bridge could gap.
I was a hooker and maybe that would be an obstacle we wouldn’t be able to overcome one day.
“Does it bother you?” I asked. Afraid to know but needing to hear his answer.
He pulled back, his hands finding my face, his eyes searching mine. “It did,” he said. “I wondered, in the beginning, what people might think. That’s the truth. But now?” He shook his head. “Now I don’t care what they think. I care what you think. Not anyone else. Nolan once said to me that I’d need a catalyst moment, and I had that tonight. I realised, above anything else, you matter to me, Fitch. The rest is just background noise.”
“And my job? Other men,” I asked. “I know you said it bothers you, but is it something you can live with?” I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like this, but it was an uncomfortable truth we had to face.
He sighed, his eyes downcast. “Yes. It bothers me. Not the fact that you’ve had sex with a lot of guys before you met me or what you’ve done with them. That’s not what bothers me. But I’d be lying if I said I was okay with other men touching you, kissing you, and with you touching them. Just in general. I think of you as mine ,” he said, flinching at the end.
“You’re my boy,” he continued. “Right or wrong, that’s what you are to me. And I keep telling myself you only belong to me on the nights we’re together. Any other time, you’re free to... work as you see fit. And that’s something I’m learning to accept. I don’t like other men touching you, but I would never ask you to stop. Unless it became too dangerous or if you were injured in any way, I’d...” He frowned. “I’d ask you to reconsider working... maybe not weekends or accepting sketchy clients, I don’t know. We would have to cross that bridge when we came to it.”
That was a lot to process.
But he was being honest with me and that was all I’d asked for.
“For the record,” I said. “I don’t let other men kiss me. Not in a Pretty Woman way, it’s just not something men who seek my services are looking for. Plus, I don’t know when they last brushed their teeth, so...”
He narrowed his eyes at me. But my failed attempt at humour was better than the snot-sobbing from ten minutes ago. I sighed, mad at myself. “God, you’ve absolutely ruined me.”
He froze. “What?”
“You’ve ruined me for other men. No one else will compare. Your beautiful place, all the good food. And the sex, my god.” I shook my head. “You, Dom. How can any man compare to you? No one could even come close. You’re the best daddy a boy could ever hope for.”
His eyes met mine. “I want to be the best for you,” he murmured.
“You are.” I hated that he didn’t see how fucking amazing he was. How good he was at this. And if I had to reassure him, bolster him, then it was my job as his boy to do exactly that.
He was still standing between my legs, so I interlocked my ankles behind him. “You think of me as yours, huh?” I asked. “Your boy, right or wrong, huh?”
He managed a small smile, embarrassed. And I liked that we could be open and vulnerable with each other.
“Let me tell you something,” I added. “There’s nothing wrong about it. I am your boy. Yours, and no one else’s.”
Dominic smiled before he kissed my lips. “Thank you.”
“Thank you for talking this out,” I said. “I was gonna do a runner in the cab just so I didn’t have to hear whatever goodbye you were gonna hit me with.”
“No goodbyes.” He inhaled deeply. “You know what I want to do?”
I smiled. “Do tell, daddy.”
He smirked at me. “I want to feed you, shower you, put you to bed, and hold you all night long.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, feed me, as in?—?”
He shook his head. “No. No sex tonight. I just need to hold you. Make sure you’re safe. Is that okay?”
No sex? But the trade-off was getting to be looked after and treated as if I was the most precious thing in his life?
“Anything you say, daddy.”