Page 61 of Chasing Amber

I’m so startled by his knowledge I simply stare at him.

He nods at the toilet again. “Amber…”

“I’m not sure I can pee with you watching.”

“I’m quite certain you can, baby, and you will. I’m a possessive Dominant, Amber. I will boss around your adult just as much as your Little. I will always see to your health. Right now, it’s important for your health that you pee.”

“It doesn’t change my health any for you to step outside while I do it,” I point out because I can’t stop myself from challenging him. It’s who we are. It’s what we do.

He puts the stopper in the bathtub and rises to his full height, turning to face me. His glorious cock is still mostly hard, and he has no modesty. His hands come to his hips, and he narrows his gaze.

Oops. Did I push him too far? I almost want to giggle because I like testing him to find out what he will do each time I tempt him. It won’t always be this way because we’ll get to know each other better, and I’ll be able to guess what punishments he might dole out.

“Elimination is part of life, Amber. I’m not the least bit bothered by bodily functions. You’ll get over yourself fast because I will guide your Little into the bathroom, pull your panties down, sit you on the potty, and squat in front of you while I wait for you to do your business. Your Little won’t balk as easily as your adult. But your adult just got fucked by your man, and your man intends to fingerfuck you in the bathtub until you splash water out all over the floor. It’ll be easier if you stay in your adult headspace for the next few minutes until we get to that part. But if you’d rather continue to test me, I’ll sit you on that toilet, wait for you to potty, and wipe you myself. You choose.”

I draw in a deep breath before stomping to the toilet and sitting. He doesn’t even turn away. He continues to stare at me.

“Cassandra was right,” I grumble.

He chuckles. “This ought to be good.”

“She calls you Mr. Bossypants.”

He laughs so hard his body shakes. “I’m okay with that. Pee, baby.” He finally turns around, and it’s such a relief that I somehow manage to empty my bladder without more arguments.

After I wipe and flush, I wash my hands, all the while thinking silently how fucking sexy it is that Mr. Bossypants just ordered me to pee in front of him. He’s so controlling, and Ilove it. But I don’t need to tell him that. His head is big enough already.

He steps into the tub and holds out a hand. “Be careful you don’t get your chin too wet. It’s okay to soak your body, but you don’t want to let your wound soak in the bath water for a few more days.”

I take his hand, step over the side, and we both lower to sitting with him spooning me from behind. I lean back against him and sigh. The water feels amazing as it rises around us. I haven’t been this relaxed in a long time.

He strokes up and down my arms and kisses my neck. “You’ve been through a lot, and you’ve dealt with things most people never have to deal with. I know you’ve put on a front for ten years, pretending everything in your world was totally fine—mostly to reassure your brother. But you haven’t fooled me. I know you still feel the effects of your kidnapping and captivity. I want to be your soft place. I want you to be able to let your body relax. Let me shoulder some of the weight of your burden. Let me take care of you.”

I purse my lips and nod. I can’t even respond without crying for a few minutes. Finally, I manage to inhale and say, “I worry I will wear you out. What if I’m always a needy burden?”

“You will never be a burden, baby. You need to think about this from a different angle. Were you a needy burden when I met you?”

“Yes.” I don’t hesitate.

“That’s a horrible way to describe it, but the words are yours, not mine. Have I been here the entire time?”

I sigh. “Yeah.”

“Here’s how I’m wired, baby. I’m a Dominant through and through. I thrive on caring for my submissive.”

My breath hitches, and I twist my body to look at him. “Then what if later I’mnota needy burden?”

He laughs. “Amber, must you invent problems?”

I can’t keep from smiling as I shrug. “Probably.”

His eyes crinkle as he guides me back against him. “Baby, I’m a caregiver. That’s all you need to understand. If you have a problem, I will do everything in my power to fix it or protect you from it. If you don’t have a problem, I’ll still coddle you, cook for you, tuck you into bed, bathe you, dress you, and just about any other thing you can think of that a Daddy might do.”

“Are you going to paint for me?” I ask, joking.

“Definitely not. I don’t have that kind of talent. But I will make sure you eat when you’ve been working for too many hours. I’ll wash your fingers in the sink when they’re covered with graphite or paint. I’ll whisper naughty things in your ear when we’re at an opening and you’re wearing one of those fucking sexy dresses so I can see your nipples press against the fabric.”

My body shakes with laughter. “What if other people see them?”

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