Page 62 of Fitch

His words bloomed warmth inside me. “It’s hard to describe,” I added. “And I wouldn’t expect many to understand it. But when you came inside me, it was like a wave of calm washed over me. Calm and purpose, that’s what I felt. And I haven’t felt emotions like that in a long time. Possibly ever.” I blinked back fresh tears. “I haven’t feltseenin a long time. Like the world just pretends I don’t exist; the people on the street, they act like I don’t exist. But you see me. You understand me, and you give me what I need.”

He lifted my chin, his touch so gentle, and he pressed his lips to mine. So soft, so perfect. He closed his eyes as if he was savouring the moment.

“I see you,” he whispered. “And you see me too. Everything you said is everything I feel. I want to care for you, look after you. I want to spoil you and give you everything you need.” Then he paused, his eyes meeting mine. “This is new to me as well. I’ve never had a permanent arrangement before. So I feel like I’m out of my depth a little, not gonna lie. And when I saw your tears before...” He shook his head. “It scared the shit out of me.”

I smiled up at him, leaning up so I could kiss him this time. “I know it did, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just so overcome with emotions. And relief. I thought for a second you were going to deny me and insist we eat dinner first.”

He chuckled. “I tried. I had every intention of feeding you first.”

I rubbed my tummy. “You did, believe me.”

He smiled, a little embarrassed. But then he booped the tip of my nose with his finger. “And you knew exactly what to do to get me to give in.”

I laughed, because hell fucking yes, I did. He was a sucker for the puppy dog eyes and sultry pout. So I gave him both again, making a total sad face and looking up at him like a scorned child. “And you called me a naughty boy.”

He laughed and slid his hand down to my arse, giving me a good squeeze. “Because you are. You goad me until you get what you want.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, snuggling into him, my hand on his chest. “And you are the very good daddy who gives it to me.”

He sighed but it was a contented sound, his arm around my shoulder. “But Iamgoing to feed you.”

I looked up at him, excited. “Again? Yes, please. Right here on the couch. You won’t need lube. I’m still full of your?—”

He growled playfully. “I’m going to feed you real food, cheeky brat.”

I sighed with as much dramatic flair as I could manage. “Such a party pooper. I could live on your dick, I swear.”

He grunted. “Do you need a lesson in manners, boy?”

“Depends,” I said, pushing my luck. “Will you reward me for passing the lesson? Or punish me for failing? I’m just wondering which prize I’d prefer.”

He chuckled. “You’re in a bratty mood.”

“I’m in a great mood,” I corrected. “I’m on cloud nine and I didn’t even come yet.”

“Hm. Maybe your punishment should be that you’re not allowed to come.”

I gasped and sat up and looked at him. “You wouldn’t.”

He grinned. “Then be a good boy.”

I pouted, but it was all in good fun. “I mean it,” I said quietly. “What I said earlier, about feeling calm and free when I’m your boy. You take the very best care of me, daddy.”

“Same,” he said. “I’ll admit I was nervous about what you might have thought about this arrangement, and I feel better now that we’ve talked. We should talk like this at least once a week to make sure we’re both still happy with where we’re at.”

I wasn’t sure about that. “What if you tell me you’re not happy, though?” I asked. “What then?”

He took my hand. “Then we work through it. We compromise and we air our grievances. Maybe it’ll be you telling me you’re not happy anymore,” he said. He might have meant it as a light-hearted comment, but his eyes told me otherwise.

How could he be insecure about this?

How could he be insecure about anything?

“I’m in this for as long as you’ll have me,” I said. “And it’s not just the money, Dominic. Though, it does mean I don’t have to work as much. But it’s what I said before. You meetneeds I didn’t even know I had.” I shrugged. “It’s a transactional exchange, I understand that. You pay me to be what you need for two nights per week. But just so you know, you’re what I need too.” Then I baulked. “Not saying you don’t have to pay me or anything, but you know...” I cringed. “Because, well, money makes the world go round, or something.”

He laughed at that, and I was glad the mood was brighter. “I’m happy to continue to pay.” He made a face. “And I’ll admit,” he added sheepishly. “I like hearing that you don’t need to work as often. Not so much for my own satisfaction, but for you, your safety.”

I sidled up to him, pouting my lips for him to kiss. Which he did. “Thank you, daddy.”

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