Page 59 of Fitch

Knowing the peace I found with him was saving me?

I wasn’t sure if it was pivotal, but it surely brought home a few truths.

My need for him was without question.

Would I risk everything for him?

That, I wasn’t sure.

“You have no idea how long today dragged,” he said, his eyes big, his smile contagious. “I was so excited all day, waiting and waiting, I think Ky was glad to get rid of me.”

I fought a smile. “Excited, huh?”

“Oh yes,” he replied. “I now have two favourite days of the week. Monday, Daddyday, Wednesday, Thursday, Daddyday.”

I couldn’t help it. I chuckled. “Daddyday.”

He nodded happily. “Yep. Which outfit does daddy want me to wear tonight?”

I groaned, my balls drawing down at the thought. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Well, just so you know,” he said, “I’m fully ready for you, and I’m not wearing any underwear again. So if you want, you can fuck me the second we get through the door.”

Now my dick was already filling. “You being a brat again?”

He shook his head earnestly, eyes wide, feigning innocence, and sliding his hand up my inner thigh. “No daddy. I thought it would make you happy. Do you not like it when I get myself ready for you?”

I spared him a side-eye, trying to be stern. “I do like it, yes. You’re a good boy for daddy.”

He preened at the compliment, genuinely happy. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Have you eaten?”

He shook his head shyly. “No, daddy.”

“Then I’ll be sure to feed you.”

He licked his lips and his hand got closer to my crotch, like the slutty brat he was. “Oh yes, thank you, daddy. I’ll drink it all.”

I growled at him. “I was talking about real food.” He sat back and pouted, and it made me smile. “Don’t worry. You’ll get enough of both.”

He gave me a sultry smile. “I’m a hungry boy, daddy. Just so you know.”

EIGHT

FITCH

I liked pushingDominic 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.

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