Page 29 of Fitch

“I thought I was safe to be me in front of them, with you.” My heart hurt because I realised now how wrong I’d been. “Benji understands, and Nolan does too.”

He held me tighter and kissed the side of my head. “You should have been safe to be you,” he said. “I wasn’t prepared, and we’re both new to this. We’ll get better at communicating, and I’ll get better at reading you. I promise. A good daddy should have seen and heard the real you. I let you down, and I’m sorry.”

His words, and the sincerity with which he spoke them, soothed me some.

“I hate this feeling,” I said quietly. “It’s... it’s weird and I know this is new for us. But it hurts me to not be good enough. I want to make you happy and proud of me. And I want to be bratty, and I want to push boundaries, and I want to trust that you’ll know how to handle that.”

Dom rocked us side to side as much as the driver’s seat allowed. He rubbed my back and kissed the side of my head. “You are good enough. You’re a very good boy. And Fitch,” he said, lifting my face up. He wiped my cheeks and kissed my lips. “There are some things that a boy must teach his daddy. I will learn how to read your cues, and you will learn mine. We’ll be okay.” He smiled. “Okay?”

I nodded, putting my head back on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck a little. Him admitting his failings and willingness to learn settled like an ember inside me, burning warm and lovely. “Okay.”

“Do you feel better?”

“Yes.”

“Do... do you still want to be my boy?”

I shot up so I could look in his eyes, that lovely feeling replaced with a stab of panic. “Yes. Of course I do. Why would you ask that? Do you not want me?”

“Hey,” he soothed, his hand cupping my cheek, my hair. “Of course I still want you. I want nothing more than to look after you and care for you.”

I pouted. “And rail me?”

He tried not to smile. “I believe that falls under the meeting-your-needs part, yes.”

“Tonight? Will you rail me tonight?”

His smile became a frown, and I realised he was going to say no. So I pouted without shame and gave him my biggest puppy dog eyes. “Please, daddy?” I whispered. “I need it tonight. I need you to show me. Pleeeease.”

He growled. “You need it tonight?”

I nodded. “I disappointed you earlier and made you mad, and I really need you to show me.”

His voice was gruff, his eyes onyx in the dark. “Show you what, boy?”

“Show me that you know best,” I replied. “What’s best for me, what I need. Show me what a good daddy you are. Please.”

He did that sexy daddy growl again, ran his hands down my body, then proceeded to pick me up and place me in my seat. “Put your seat belt on,” he ordered. Then he drove like a bat out of hell, and I knew when we bypassed Oxford Street that we were going to his place, not mine.

He also had a lovely bulge in his pants, which I had to lean over and stroke through the fabric as he drove. Damn thing made my mouth water...

At his house, he was out of the car so fast, opened my door, snatched up my hand, and led me into his house.

Oh, he was soooo gonna show me what I needed, all right.

All.

Night.

Long.

FIVE

DOM

I droppedFitch off just after seven in the morning on my way to work. I wasn’t in the habit of having anyone stay over, but he was different.

He was different to anyone I’d ever been with.

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