Page 61 of Fitch

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 wastoocareful, 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.”

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