Page 27 of Indiscretion

He sits on the edge of the tub and easily turns around so he can put his leg inside and then kneel in the tub. I step into the tub with him and turn the water on, kneeling in front of him.

Some guys, when it comes to being a Dominant, they think if they do certain things, it automatically makes them less of a Dominant.

Like going down on someone, or bathing them. Like what I did earlier with Duck and Elliot’s socks and liner. Washing them, taking care of things. That it’s beneath them to do those kinds of things.

But that’s not true.

Far from it.

I believe if you’re accepting responsibility for someone you arerequiredto care for them. You wouldn’t buy a dog and then just chain it out in the backyard and ignore it, would you? Not unless you’re a callous asshole shitheaded fuck-stick, you won’t.

No. You take care of your dog, you keep them in the house, love them, play with them, feed them, groom them, train them—everything.

Yes, I want my new pet to eventually serve me. Part of how he’ll serve me is as my kinky canvas for what I want to do to him.

In return, I will nourish his soul in ways like this. I’ll train him, and care for him.

After I arrange the shower curtain and the water’s warmed, I get the shower running. Kissing him keeps him needy and hard and definitely responding to me. Tomorrow, I’ll introduce him to cleaning out, because I’d be willing to bet he’s clueless.

I grab a washcloth and soap. As I kiss him, I start to bathe him. I’m also willing to bet he’s never experienced how erotically intimate this routine can be.

It’s a bonus I can let my fingers explore and slip across his skin, dip between his legs—which gets me a very needy moan indeed when I find his hole and play with it a little.

I like that reaction.

Hopefully, I can get myself fucked by the end of the weekend. That’s another thing I’ve heard some “dominants” say, that bottoming means you’re not a Top.

Fucking bullshit.

Elliot’s got a gorgeous fucking cock I’d love to feel rubbing against my prostate. I’d love to tie him up and play with him and finish us both off by straddling him and riding him like a champion racehorse.

The evening’s still early, though. Hell, the weekend’s young.

Right now, I want to keep him in subspace, and I seem to be doing a pretty good job of that.

I grab his chin, forcing him to look at me. I maintain that soft, gentle tone that so far has proven effective with him. “You never hide your body from me. You never feel ashamed, and you never feel self-conscious.” I gently shake him to emphasize my point. “Understand?”

Those blue eyes stare at me. “Yes, Sir.”

“Sometimes, I have pain issues. Sometimes, I’m not at my best. In winter, there are days I’m not sure I can make it out of bed. I ask for your understanding and compassion, and you be my pet and take care of me during those times. Just like I’m sure there are times you aren’t at your best, and I will take care of you during those times. Part of this thing is remembering we’re both human and making allowances for that. I don’t expect you to always be my pet, and I might have times I’m not your Master.”

Oh, shit.

I used theM-word.

But Elliot looks relieved. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

His eyes are gorgeous, with flecks of midnight scattered through them. “In those times, we’ll make do as we can, we’ll snuggle, we’ll talk, and we’ll be there for each other. Never be afraid to tell me if you aren’t feeling well enough to do something, or if there is something you need from me, or if you just need to be Elliot instead of pet. I can’t take care of you without information, right?”

He nods a little. It’s all he can do, because of my firm grip on his chin.

“What we’re going to do this weekend isn’t porn—it’s real-life.Ourlives. You always have permission to be messy and imperfect and a work in progress. Understand?”

He smiles. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

I lean in and kiss him, slowly, sweetly. “There will be times I beat your ass and make you call me an evil motherfucker, because that will amuse me. And there will be times I want to lie on the couch with you snuggled against me while we watch TV. Balance.”

“Balance.” He licks his lips. “I’d like that.”