Fitch (The Wylde Street Boys #2)

2. 2

“Of course.”

“I won’t be shared. It’s you and no one else. If there are other men at your place, I leave.”

He grunted. “When you are mine, no one else would dare touch you.”

Mmm. I liked that.

“I don’t do pain. If pain kink is your thing, like torture and dehumanisation, if that’s your thing, tell me right now and we go our separate ways, no harm, no foul.”

His brow furrowed. “I wouldn’t ever hurt you.”

“I mean, if I’ve been especially bratty and you need to drive your cock into me without lube, then you know, that’s okay. That type of pain is?—”

He pushed his body against the wall then, his strength and size totally dominating. I had to look up at his face to see that his eyes were closed, haunted. “I won’t ever cause you pain. Even if you have been, as you called it, especially bratty.”

I chuckled, body thrumming. This was fucking hot.

“Oh, I’m going to be bratty.”

He growled, and gripping my jaw, he almost crushed his mouth to mine... but he stopped just short, our breaths panting.

“Tell me, is that a yes?” he whispered. “Yes or no?”

“You wanna pay me three hundred bucks so you can rail me once a week like you did the other night? Hell fucking yes, it’s a yes,” I said.

He grunted before his mouth met mine in a bruising kiss. Open lips, his tongue tangling with mine, as he pinned me to the wall, hard in all the right places.

He was so demanding, so . . . daddy.

It was so fucking hot.

But then he pulled back, a feral look on his face before he managed to school it all away. He tried to be calm, in control, but his heavy breaths told me it was an act.

“Should we discuss the finer details,” he murmured. “Back at my place?”

“Only if you promise to give me a trial run,” I replied, pouting and batting my eyelashes. “I mean, what we did the other night was great and all, but I think you should really show me what I can expect.”

He put his finger to my chin and lifted my face. His eyes were dark. And damn, if his whole body wasn’t in commander mode.

“Hmm,” he growled. “You’re being bold again.”

I pushed in closer, leaning against him, looking up and batting my eyelids again. “But daddy...”

His nostrils flared and, with more self-control than I gave him credit for, he took a step back. “This is a conversation best had in the privacy of my home.”

“Do you wanna do bad things to me?”

Now his jaw clenched and his eyes hardened. “Come with me,” he said, taking my wrist and leading me across and down the street. He was walking in huge, determined strides and I had to hustle to keep up, but he never let go of my wrist. It wasn’t painful but he certainly wasn’t gentle. I was about to ask him where the hell we were going when he stopped at a dark, sleek car, produced a set of car keys, and unlocked it.

His car, apparently.

Of course it was, because what else would a ridiculously rich man drive.

He opened the passenger door for me and waited for me to get in. I gave him a grin and he pretended to be out of patience, but I got the feeling me being bratty to him was all part of the foreplay.

It was for me, anyway.

He slid in behind the wheel. “Put your seatbelt on,” he ordered as he buckled his own.

I considered needing his help to do that but thought that might have been a stretch too far. So I did as he asked. “Nice car,” I said.

The engine purred quietly, and he handled it like a pro. He drove the same way he walked, the same way he held himself and the same way he spoke.

With an understated confidence that was hot as fuck.

Quiet patience and self-assurance.

One hand on the gear stick, changing gears with ease, his left thigh bulging every time he pumped the clutch. The muted dash lights highlighting his strong profile and his forearm outstretched and his hand on the steering wheel.

“Do you know how hot you are right now?” I asked.

He shot me a look before concentrating on the road.

“You’re a fucking masterclass in sex appeal, you know that?”

He kept his eyes on the road and said nothing. So I slid my hand onto his thigh, rubbing dangerously close to his crotch.

“You like trouble, don’t you,” he said, voice rough.

“I want to push all your buttons,” I murmured, rubbing closer still, my pinkie brushing the bulge in his jeans. “I want to push them all until you lose that calm composure and fuck me how you really want to.”

His eyes cut to mine then, sharp and dangerous. His jaw clenched and his chest heaved. “You should be careful what you wish for.” Then his hand snatched up mine, removing it from his lap.

His big hand engulfed mine, warm and strong and perfectly tight, before he put my hand on my own leg so he could change gears and park his car.

“Wait here,” he said, before getting out.

Wait? In the car? What the . . . ?

I watched him walk around the front of his car, wondering what the hell he was doing. Were we not staying at his place?

But then he opened my door for me and held out his hand.

Oh.

That was . . . ridiculously unexpected and sweet.

Such a good daddy.

“Let’s go inside,” he murmured.

I got out, making sure to give him the biggest puppy dog eyes I could as I brushed against him. He huffed at me, as if saying I was too cute to be in trouble anymore.

I followed him inside his house and walked toward his kitchen dining area. I hadn’t realised he’d stopped walking until I turned around. He was leaning against the closed front door, watching me.

Then he stalked toward me, making my pulse quicken. He was back in commanding mode, a predator, and I was his prey.

So fucking hot.

He gripped my chin, a little too hard, not quite hard enough. “Where’s your boldness now?”

Goddamn, I was under this man’s spell. I let out a shuddery breath. “I promise I’ll listen now,” I said, voice meek, falling into my role so easily.

Too easily.

It was so natural with him.

His eyes scanned mine, searching for what, I wasn’t sure. “You didn’t let your friend know you were coming here. You should text him now.”

Oh, holy shit.

I’d completely forgotten.

How could I have forgotten that?

I took out my phone, thumbed a quick message to Ky, then looked up at Dom. “Thank you for reminding me, daddy.”

He inhaled sharply, his pupils dilating. Oh yeah, he really liked that.

“We need to discuss the fine print to our agreement. I need you to be honest and open with me. The roles we play aside, it will only work if we are equally invested in this. Agreed?”

I nodded.

Yes, it was all too easy to slip into that boy mode and let him take charge, but I wasn’t an idiot.

At least he was thinking clearly.

I was just thinking about getting railed.

“Agreed,” I said.

“Let’s sit and we can discuss any concerns or questions we each may have.”

Damn, the way he spoke like that was so sexy. He had to be a professor or a CEO or something.

So we sat on his sofa, and I instinctively pulled a cushion into my lap. This action, he did not like.

“Do you feel pressured or defensive?” he asked, concerned.

“No.”

So he took the cushion from me and then I fidgeted my fingers instead.

His eyes turned soft. “You’re nervous. If you’d rather do this at the table?—”

I scampered into his lap, surprising him, but after a moment, his arms went around me. I sat like a literal freaking child in his lap, the side of my head resting on his neck, my feet on the seat next to him.

Maybe I surprised myself too. Because while I could honestly say I don’t know why I did it, it felt inexplicably safe.

Like, in that moment, nothing in the world could hurt me.

“Feel better?” Dom asked.

I nodded. “Yes.”

He rubbed my back. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.”

He was quiet for a moment. His broad chest rising and falling with each breath, and damn if it didn’t want to make me close my eyes and sleep. “When you were on the street earlier,” he murmured, “you were very brazen. Where is that guy now?”

“I...” I let out a sigh and decided to lay the truth bare. “That’s who I have to be out there.”

“Is that not who you are all the time?”

I shook my head against his neck. “It’s not who I want to be.”

“Is this who you want to be?” He rubbed my back.

“Yes.”

He was quiet again, so I elaborated. “It’s been a long time since I felt...” Goddammit. My eyes burned with the need to cry, but I refused. Jesus. I took a deep breath and started again. “I feel like I can relax here.”

“It’s been a long time since you felt what?” His voice was so soft and deep. “Since you felt safe?”

“Yes.”

All this shit coming to the surface was intense, but still, I refused to cry.

“And this agreement,” he went on. “You want this?”

I nodded into his neck again. “Yes.”

“Why do you want it?” Then he used that commanding tone again. “Be honest with me now. Tell me the reasons.”

Honesty, huh?

Okay then.

“The money. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a factor. And the sex. It’s hot as hell. I don’t know why I find it so hot. I’ve always liked older guys. They know what they want and how they want it, and I find that sexy.”

And that was the honest truth.

“I’m sure there’s probably psych reasons,” I murmured with a shrug. This was the less easy part to discuss. “But it... it calms me. Having a daddy to look after me, make decisions for me because he knows what’s best for me. Making me feel good. Making me feel valid and worthy. Knowing I make him happy, that I please him; that calms something in me. I don’t know if I’m explaining that properly. But it—” I put my hand to my chest “—it soothes me.”

He rubbed my back and kissed the side of my head. When he spoke, his voice was rough. “You explained it perfectly.”

“What about you? Why do you want this?”

“Same reasons as you. It calms something in me too. I’ve had relationships with men closer to my own age, but I never found them as gratifying... I’ve always liked younger men. Twinks, small; the type to play into the boy-role. Who need to be looked after, cared for. I want to be that for them.” He swallowed hard and sighed. “I locked this part of myself away for a long time, getting no more than an infrequent fix, but then the other night with you... well, I don’t want to deny myself that anymore. I know some people don’t understand, they think it’s weird or perverse.”

“It’s not perverse,” I said. “We’re both consenting adults, and it’s role play.”

“You are considerably younger than me. Some might consider there to be a power differential. You have to know you can leave at any time, end our agreement at any time. And you should probably have a safe word. If I’m doing something you’re not comfortable with, you say the word and I’ll stop.”

“A safe word?” I chuckled. “I’ve never had one of those before.”

“It’s a safety measure, for your own peace of mind.”

“Do I just pick one?”

“Well, yes.”

Hmm. I thought for a second. “What about ‘harder, daddy’?”

He paused. “Uh no.”

“What about ‘yes please, daddy, just like that’?”

“No. Fitch,” he said, using his daddy tone. “You must be serious.”

“Pick one for me, daddy,” I said, looking up at him.

He hummed, low in the back of his throat. “Flamingo.”

I chuckled and put my head back against his neck. “Perfect.” Then I thought of something. “When do I call you daddy? Only when you’re fucking me?”

He did that rumbly hum sound again. “Whenever you feel the need. Whenever you need me to be your daddy. Though probably not in public.”

I smiled against his neck. “You like it when I call you daddy,” I said. “And I like it when you call me boy. Especially when you’re fucking me.”

He made that low, humming rumble noise that curled warmth through my belly.

I wanted to drag my nose along his neck, I wanted to immerse myself in his scent?—

“So we’ll agree to meet once a week,” he said. “Here at my house. I can pick you up and drop you off.”

Sounded like the talk was wrapping up so I moved my hand to his chest, rubbing his pec. “Okay.”

He stopped my hand. “I have some stipulations.”

So apparently the talking wasn’t done.

“Rules?”

“Yes.”

I sighed. “That doesn’t sound like fun.”

He chuckled. “For the safety and well-being of both parties.” That serious tone was back. “I won’t partake in sexual acts that cause physical or psychological harm: no blood play, no breath play, no torture. You said no to pain kink and I agree.”

I was relieved to hear that and annoyed at myself for not thinking of actually laying down ground rules. I just wanted him to fuck me.

“Good,” I said. “I agree to that.”

“While I cannot stop you from having unprotected sex with other men,” he said. “Given your profession, I expect us to keep regular sex-health checks, and if any status changes, we must be upfront.”

I thought about that and how it made me feel...

“Okay, so given my profession,” I repeated. “As a genuine rule, I don’t have unprotected sex with other men. Only those I trust and those who show me their most recent health check results. I haven’t had unprotected sex for months before you. Maybe that’s why I wanted it so bad,” I admitted. “Because damn, it’s hot. But I have to trust the guy one hundred percent first.”

He rubbed my back and his other hand slid a little higher up my thigh. “I like hearing that.”

I thought about it some more and sat up so I could look him in the eye. “Do you want to be the only one who I let come inside me?” I asked. “Because if you’re giving it to me once a week, I won’t need anyone else to. No matter what they pay me.”

Something in his eyes caught fire. Oh yeah, he liked that a lot. “Yes, I want that.”

I looked at his lips as I licked mine. “Deal. Only you.”

His jaw ticked and his eyes were dark and dangerous, and I knew we were beginning to play the game.

“That also means the same for you,” I said, pouting for good measure. “I’m the only boy daddy can give his come to.”

I felt his cock twitch then, and with his big hands, he repositioned me on his lap, moving me off his crotch. “I don’t have time for anyone else,” he said gruffly. “And the way you will meet my needs, I won’t even need to look elsewhere.”

I really liked the sound of that.

“I’ll be the best boy,” I said, slipping my hand to palm his erection. “Unless you want me to be naughty.”

He gripped my wrist. “Daddy hasn’t finished talking,” he said, his voice strained.

I pouted.

“You’re to have sex-health checks every two weeks,” he said. “Like a good boy.”

I leaned in, my lips almost brushing his. “I already do, daddy. I don’t do drugs. I don’t even drink alcohol. I’m a good boy, I promise.”

He hummed, then his voice was low and gravelly. “What are your terms of engagement?”

I sniffed along his jaw, ran my nose down his neck and wriggled closer to his crotch. “Only that you do me like a good daddy should. All night, like you did before. I need you to come inside me as many times as you can. I’ll do whatever you want me to do, but like I said before, don’t hurt me, don’t share me.”

He slid his hand up to my hip, the heat of his skin burning into me, and he pulled me onto his crotch now, rolling his hips up and letting me feel how hard he was. “You’d be mine,” he growled. “And only mine. From the second you get into my car until the second I drop you home, I’m the only one who can touch you.”

I hummed and squirmed on top of him. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. “Can we play now, daddy?” I asked, my arms around his neck, my lips at his ear. “Please? I want you to show me how to be a good boy for you.”

He gripped my face and pulled my mouth to his. I surrendered to his tongue, letting him devour me. His strong arms wrapped around me, and he curled his hips upward, seeking friction.

I used my position on top of him to bring my leg over so I could straddle him, and he was quick to grip my hips.

I slid my tongue into his mouth, tilting my head for a deeper angle, and he ran his hands all over me. My hips, my back, my arse. Fingers spread wide, his huge hands covered most of me.

When we both needed air, I kissed down his neck, trying to grind down on his cock.

Needing it inside me so fucking bad.

I rocked back and forth, seeking my own pleasure, but damn, if I didn’t want his pleasure more than my own.

“Bedroom,” he said, voice tight. “Need lube.”

I laughed and moved back so I could meet his gaze. His pupils were blown, his lips were wet. So fucking gorgeous.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

I shoved my hand into my jeans pocket and produced a small sachet of lube. “Being prepared is all part of the service.”

He groaned. “Such a good boy.”

I preened under his praise, warmth curling around my insides, seeping lower and lower. “Please, daddy,” I said. “I’m not good at waiting.”

He took the sachet. “I’ll teach you patience, boy.”

Pleasure curled through me.

I began undoing the fly on his jeans. “Let me help you, daddy.”

“Hmm,” he said, flexing his hips. “Take my cock out.”

I slid my hand under his briefs, heat blooming through me as I touched the hard, silky heat of his shaft. I wrapped my fingers around him and pulled him free.

“Good boy,” he said. “Now hop off me and turn around, undo your jeans, and show me that pretty little arse.”

Oh, fuck yes.

I climbed off him, doing exactly as he asked, while he poured the lube over his cock and gave himself a few decent strokes.

Fire burst along my veins, heat and desire so hot at the sight of him sitting there with his legs spread wide, his erection in his hand, and that look in his eyes as he eyed my thighs and the way my long, thin cock hung before him.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I did as he asked, assuming he wanted to inspect me, so I spread my arse cheeks for him. “Is this what you want, daddy? I lubed myself before I left home.”

He held my arse cheeks, inspecting me indeed, thumbing over my hole and slipping it inside me. He grunted real low in his throat. “Back onto me, nice and slow,” he said, voice gruff. “Sit on my cock, boy.”

I did as he asked, as he guided his huge cockhead into my hole.

The breach was almost too much, almost not enough. I cried out as his mushroom head pushed into me, past the first resistance. He stretched me and I tried to breathe through it.

Dom gripped my hips and pulled me down, making me yelp and tremble. But then he snaked one hand around my chest and brought my back to his front. I arched to try and alleviate the pain, and I panted, almost crying.

“Shh, boy,” he soothed in my ear. His voice was deep, rough, and soft. “Let daddy in. All the way in. I know you can take it. Breathe for me.”

I focused on breathing, trying to relax, but he was so big, and this angle... this fucking angle was overwhelming and so fucking good.

He kissed the side of my neck. “Good boy,” he breathed, his hands skimming my ribs, my tummy. Then his hand ran down past my navel, pushing hard above my pubic bone, rubbing, circling. “Good boy. I can feel where my cock is buried in you.”

His words made me writhe and he drove up into me while pulling me down on him. I cried out again, but he held me tight. “Shh, boy,” he said, voice tight. “Just a little bit longer. Not long to go now. You feel too good, make daddy come too fast.”

I was leaning against him, my head on his shoulder, breathing with every slow thrust. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me on him, his hands engulfing me as he impaled me.

“Daddy, please,” I whimpered. “It’s too much like this.”

“You can take it, boy,” he panted, holding me a little tighter now. His grip on control was slipping. “Daddy’s almost done. Gonna put this load in you, so deep.” He rubbed my lower abdomen again, pushing and rubbing harder, faster as he thrust up into me. “Will you be a good boy and take it?”

“Yes, daddy. Please. Please give it to me.”

He gripped my hips hard, pinning me onto his cock, and he growled as he thrust hard one last time and spilled inside me.

I could feel it.

Every pulse, every spurt, every drop.

Then the pain and discomfort from before was gone, replaced with a wave of pride and longing, overwhelming and all-consuming.

He held me tight, arms wound around me, his face buried into the side of my neck, his breaths ragged.

“Thank you, daddy,” I whispered.

He lifted me off his softening cock and quickly cradled me in his arms. He kissed the side of my head and rubbed my back. “You are such a good boy.”

I smiled at the rush of pride, warm and lovely.

This feeling of serenity, of being adored and gentled, was a blanket of comfort to me that I found nowhere else.

“Do you feel okay?” he whispered.

“I feel so good, daddy,” I replied, nestling into his arms a little more. “So safe and warm. Are you pleased with me, daddy? Did I do good?”

I had to hear him say it.

I needed him to say it.

He gave me a squeeze. “You did great, boy. And I’m very pleased. I’m so happy with our arrangement. You’re the best boy.”

I sat up so I could see his face. “Thank you, daddy.” Then I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, and he smiled.

“Now, I’m going to shower you, then feed you. And because you’ve been such a good boy, I’m going to give you a little treat.”

A treat?

He smirked at my confusion, then ran his hand up my thigh to my dick. “Daddy wants to taste you,” he murmured. “Do you want daddy to make you come?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes, daddy.”

He brought me in for another kiss, softer and sweeter this time. Then he took me to the shower, and I let him undress me and wash me. He dried me off, wrapping the towel around my waist as if I couldn’t do any of these things by myself.

He pretended to be annoyed. “You’re being spoiled,” he said sternly.

I grinned up at him, batting my eyelids. “You’re the best daddy ever.”