Repeat Offender (Hideaway) by Elyse Scott

and lifted the toilet lid. He looked at her
expectantly, and she looked back, stubbornly.
    “I
thought you needed to go,” he said.
    “I
do, but...”
    “But?”
    “I’d
like some privacy this time, Sir.”
    “That’s
unfortunate, because I want to see you urinating, to make sure that you’re
comfortable.”
    “I’m
not using it, Sir.”
    He
looked down at her, every inch the dom. He nodded slowly, ominously. “Well, I need to go, and I want you to help me.”
    She
blinked.
    He
stepped in front of the bowl and took her hand, gently but firmly guiding it to
his penis. He was still sticky from the condom. He wrapped an arm around her
shoulders, partly to reassure her, partly to restrain her, then closed her
fingers around his shaft. She took a breath, lifted it, and aimed.
    A
few moments later, a steady stream was released into the bowl.
    “Nice,”
he said. “See how easy that is? No big deal.”
    When
he finished, he looked at her, and she realized he expected her to wipe him.
She did. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Thank you.” He gave her
sore ass a swat that made her hiss, and she shot him a reproachful look. He
laughed.
    “Oh,
no. If we’re going to do this, you’re going to have to start obeying me,
sweetheart. If you refuse to relieve yourself in the toilet, you can go in the
shower.” He slid the shower door open. The stall was bigger than her entire
bathroom at home. There was a drain in the center.
    “Stand
with your feet either side of the drain, and go. Don’t worry, I’ll wash you as
soon as you’re finished.”
    She
looked at him in horror. “In the shower? No, I – ”
    He
stepped forward, cupped her face in his hands, and silenced her with a kiss. He
was an incredible kisser, and, of course, a dominant one. He kissed her deeply,
and with a tenderness she wasn’t expecting. Finally, he let her come up for
air. He looked into her eyes, and laughed at her expression. “Sam, are you all
right?”
    She
had to grin, even as her mind reeled. “Yes, Sir. I just wasn’t expecting...” To
feel like that. To wonder if he did too.
    He
nodded. “You’ll stand here till you urinate, sweetheart.” His eyes twinkled.
“I’ll suckle you, if that’ll help.”
    She
shook her head. “No, Sir. I’ll do it.” It was important that she show him that
she could do this for him.
    He
nodded and rubbed her shoulder, then stepped away.
    It
took an agonizingly long time, but finally a warm trickle down her leg became a
splashing on the floor. When she was done, he turned on the shower and stepped
under the jets with her. He pressed his forehead to hers and rocked her gently
in his embrace.
    “Thank
you. I could see how hard that was for you.”
    She
stood obediently, holding onto Master Dan for support as he washed her gently
but very thoroughly, washed himself, then turned off the shower and wrapped her
in a big, warm, fluffy towel. He dried himself quickly, and put his jeans back
on, but left his chest and feet bare.
    He
ushered her out of the steamy bathroom, and into the sitting area of the suite.
“Sit on your knees in front of the couch. Hands resting on your thighs, head
bowed, eyes on the floor. That’s a respectful position to wait for your dom.”
    Her
dom? She smiled. “Yes, Sir.” She moved to obey immediately.
    He
took a comb and a hairdryer from a cupboard and plugged it into a strip beside
the couch. She remained still as he dried and brushed her hair, and put the
things away. He was doing something over by the bed, but she kept her eyes on
the floor.
    “Very
good, sweetheart. Now come over here.”
    She
rose as gracefully as she could, and walked over to the bed. He was propped up
against the headboard with several pillows behind him.
    “Time
to take your temperature. Give me the towel.”
    She
handed it over, and stood naked before him. He smiled. “Lovely.” He took hold of
her wrist and pulled her onto the comfortable bed so that she lay across his
lap, but was