Page 49 of Benji

Fitch hummed out a laugh. “Oh no. Not me. I’m just here for moral support. That guy over there belongs to Nolan.”

I gave him a wave, though I was sure he could probably tell who I belonged to by how closely I was standing to Nolan, with my hand still on his side.

“No one belongs to me,” Nolan mumbled.

That stung to hear. While I technically didn’t belong to him, I also kinda did. For this week, anyway. For as long as he was fucking me without a condom, I most certainly did.

Nolan rubbed my back before collecting the two whiskies, walking over to Dom, and handing him one. “Take a seat. I’ll explain everything.”

They sat on the sofa, body language stiff and closed off, while I took Fitch out onto the balcony. It was getting dark, the air was warm, the night still young.

“Friday night,” I heard Nolan begin, “I was drunk and you told me not to drive...”

So he was telling him the whole thing.

I slid the door closed, giving them privacy, and when I turned, Fitch was grinning at me. “Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know who that is?”

“No. But you clearly do.”

He nodded, excited. “That’s my Dom.”

“Your Dom?”

“Yes. Well, I wasn’t aware it was his real name. When he introduced himself as that, I just assumed we were role playing, ya know?”

“I gathered that,” I replied. “You offered to go to your knees in Nolan’s living room.”

Fitch laughed, so very pleased. “And I would have. I’m telling you, Benj. He is so fucking hot. He goes all daddy-mode and I fucking love it. I thought he just liked being in control, ya know? Like he was the Dom and I was his little sub-boy.”

I snorted. “Yeah, and I can tell how much you hate that.”

He laughed again. “Lord, the things I’ve let him do to me.”

Jesus.

“So, do you reckon they work together?” he asked.

I nodded and half shrugged. “I guess so.”

Fitch studied me for a second. “And what about you, going over to stand with your man.”

I snorted and shook my head at myself. “Jesus Christ, Fitch. He’s spoiling me. I’ll be fucking ruined. How am I supposed to go back to my old life after this?”

Fitch frowned. “You like him.”

I rolled my eyes, kinda mad at myself for admitting it, even to myself. “He’s... He’s a good man. Decent, kind. Sexy as fuck.”

“And you let him finish inside you,” he whispered.

“Was that a mistake?”

Fitch shook his head. “No. Just enjoy it. Enjoy every minute while you have it. He did say you can stay longer if you need to.”

“I can’t stay here forever,” I said, my heart already heavy. “I’m ruined, I’m telling you. Beautiful place, great food, perfect man.” I let out a long sigh. “And he’s paying me. I mean, what the hell?” I put my hand to my forehead. “I already don’t want to leave him, Fitch.”

He frowned, sadness replacing his usual upbeat demeanour. “Babe, I’m sorry. But you’ll be okay. When all this is over, when those fucking henchmen disappear, you can come back and we’ll be hanging out in all ourlocal hangouts. Laughing and carrying on just like old times. I miss you; I hope you know. Just hanging out and stirring shit. I miss the sound of you laughing. Even the apartment seems dull without you.”

I sighed and gave him a hug. “I’ll be back. I can come back tomorrow if you want?”

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