Page 81 of Seize Me

When I failed to sit on the toilet, he looked up at me.

“I’m well aware of what it is you’d like me to do, angel,” he began as he stood and stepped into his jeans.Zipping them, he left the top button unfastened.I couldn’t help but stare at his stunning physique and the tapering of dark hair that disappeared below the open waistband.“I’m not here to always give you what you want.I’m here to give you what you need.So, sit on the pot, empty your bladder, and let’s get your hair washed.”

I felt my blood pressure rise as my lips drew into a tight, angry line.Closing my eyes, I sat on the toilet.Heat rose on my cheeks while embarrassing sounds echoed in my ears.When I finished, I shot Tony a seething glare.

“That was humiliating, thank you very much.”

Flashing an evil smile, Tony shook his head.“Oh, I can think of far more humiliating tasks for you, angel.Keep pushing and you’ll see.”

“Aarrggh,” I groaned as I finished my business as discreetly as possible before I stood and flushed.“No, thank you.I might enjoy your spankings, but degradation isn’t one of my kinks.Trust me.”

“Come here.”Tony smiled, opening his beefy arms.

The petulant child inside me didn’t want a thing to do with him, but my legs ignored my pride.I wobbled across the room.And as he pulled me to his chest, a delightful feeling of security flowed through me, banishing my rebellious urges.

“You’re mine, angel.Everything from the top of your head down to your toes belongs to me.Headaches, menstrual cycles, and all bodily functions are mine.There won’t be any more secrets, and you won’t be allowed to hide anything from me.Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whispered with a slow nod.

“Good.”

To prove his point, Tony loosened his hold, made his way to the toilet, and lifted the lid.Without a shred of modesty, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he relieved himself.It was as if we were a married couple going through a normal morning routine.Bizarre.

A few minutes later, I was bent over the bathroom sink while Tony lathered my hair in shampoo.His broad fingers massaged my scalp in such a relaxing manner, I couldn’t help but purr.

“How did you come up with the club name Dahlia?”he asked.

“George picked it out for me.At first, I wanted to be called ‘Hell Raiser’ but he said that wasn’t a proper submissive name.So, he chose ‘Dahlia.’In Spanish it means, Star of the Devil.”

Tony laughed.“Hell Raiser suits you better.”

“I know, right?”I grinned as he rinsed the suds.“So, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” Tony replied, threading conditioner through the wet strands.

“Why do you do what you do?You know, inflict pain.”

“In part, I like fulfilling the needs of subs that enjoy or crave edge play.It feeds my dominance and allows me to satisfy the hidden artist in me.I look at flesh as a canvas.The stripes…well, they’re my unique works of art.”

“No offense, but why don’t you just go to the art store and buy some water colors and an easel?”

“I already have all that stuff.I like to paint,” he chuckled.

“Can I see your works?”

“Um, no.”

“Why not?I thought we weren’t supposed to keep secrets,” I pressed as he rinsed my hair one last time.

“Manipulative little minx,” Tony growled, landing a wet hand on my bare butt cheek.

“Ouch,” I protested.

Twisting my tresses into a towel atop my head, Tony led me to the edge of the tub.“I forgot to pack the adult bath wipes from the club.So, I guess I’m going to have to give you a sponge bath the old-fashioned way.”

“It’s okay.I’ll do it myself.”

Tony pinned me with a fierce scowl.Dominance rolled off him in a hot wave.

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