Page 19 of Fitch

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.”

Ireallyliked 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.”

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