His submissive.
He guided her back until the toilet touched the backs of her legs.
“Please don’t make me pee in front of you,” she whispered.
“I won’t, but for the record, you’ve used the toilet while I was in the shower plenty of times.” Their tankless water heater system kept the toilet flushing from messing with the shower temperature.
“That was different.”
“How?”
“Because I could see your face. I could tell if you thought I was gross.”
“Normal human bodily functions aren’t gross.”
“I mean I agree, but I’m a doctor.”
“And I’m a fully functioning mature adult who understands how the body works. I don’t find the fact that you pee and poop gross.”
Cessie groaned a little, even as she smiled at his words while hoping the hood covered her blush.
“Now, if you start eating your own scabs or something?—”
“Oh my god that’s disgusting! Go away and let me pee.”
His low, rumbling chuckle was wonderful. She listened for the sound of his footsteps retreating and then the door closing. She peed, careful to hold the dangling jess on her right wrist out of the way as she wiped, and then washed her hands. Again, making sure not to get the jesses wet—at least she hoped she’d managed it, before finding the towel right beside the sink after only a few seconds of patting. The bells chimed harshly every time they hit the stone countertop.
“That’s going to get annoying,” she muttered.
Cessie took a few steps toward the door, picturing the layout of the bathroom in her head, but stopped.
She could feel her way toward the door, or she could not risk a stubbed toe and instead ask for help.
“Leon?”
Before she’d finished the “n” sound, the door opened.
“Were you listening at the door? Pervert…” she teased, the smile wavering a little because she couldn’t see his reaction.
“When it comes to you, I’m the biggest of pervs.”
She could tell he was close by the sound of his voice, but when he grasped her nipples, she gasped, taking a half step back.
He tightened his hold, pinching her poor nipples, so as she moved, she yanked on her breasts.
With a second gasp she shifted forward.
A low level of arousal had been her constant companion since he told her to strip, though her desire was muted by anxiety.
Now Leon rolled her nipples gently, a purely pleasurable touch in counterpoint to the hard pinch of a moment ago, and desire flooded her. Her arousal was a sharp burn deep in her body, centered on her pussy, yes, but it heated every part of her.
Leon gently tugged her nipples, then swiped the very tips with the pads of his thumbs. She rose onto the balls of her feet as she sucked in a breath.
“I told you that there were other places on you where I could attach bells.”
“Nipple clamps?”
“Nipple clamps,” he confirmed. “Tweezer style so they can stay on longer.”
