Page 66 of Blaze

When he stands me on one leg in front of the toilet, I grab his shoulders and hold on while he pulls my panties down, letting them fall off my lifted foot.It doesn’t faze me nearly as much for him to see me naked or take care of me so intimately anymore.At first I was embarrassed, but I’m getting used to it.

He grabs my hips and lowers me to the toilet.Instead of leaving me to pee like he usually does, he remains squatted in front of me.“Keep your hands on my shoulders, baby.Spread your legs.”His voice… It’s so… I don’t have the words.Authoritative?Soft and gentle at the same time, though.He isn’t asking me.He’s demanding it.I know that tone.This is an order.

“I don’t need help peeing, Blaze,” I mumble.

He sets his hands on my thighs and parts them for me.“There will be a million things in life youwon’tneed help doing.That doesn’t mean I won’t step in and do them for you.”

“You can’t pee for me,” I argue.I’m pushing him.Curiosity is driving me.

“Let me take care of you, Victoria.”His gaze is on mine, but his hands move higher on my thighs and push them wider.“When you submit to me, it fuels my soul, but it also fuels yours.”

He’s right.I’m choked up by the seriousness of this moment.It’s pivotal.We have a lot of those.Strange pauses when we both stare at each other, knowing we’re clicking on yet another level.

This thing between us is so deep.It’s like we’re being sucked under quicksand, but we’re together, and we don’t fight it.We let it consume us.

Every time he stares into my eyes and asserts his authority, I melt a little more.I’m not the same person I was before I met him.Maybe I should be scared or fight this, but I can’t.It feels like home.

Growing up, I lived in a house.In college, I lived in the dorm.But I’ve never been home.

“Give yourself to me, Victoria,” he encourages.He’s not talking about just peeing.He’s asking me to be his ineveryway.We’ve known each other such a short time, yet I want to say yes.I’m drawn to stop fighting against the bizarre dynamic of our relationship and just accept it.

“It’s not about peeing, baby.It’s about submission.It’s about letting me see your most vulnerable parts.I’m going to be between your legs when there’s blood sometimes, too.It may always embarrass you to some extent, but you’ll let me take care of you intimately because you need to submit to me.”

He strokes my inner thighs.

Relaxing my bladder, I empty it.I’m breathing heavily when I’m done, not because I used a lot of exertion to pee, but because the moment feels much bigger than that.

“Good girl.”Blaze reaches for the toilet paper, pulls some off, and wipes between my legs.He brushes his lips against my forehead before standing, his hands at my waist, lifting me with him.“Careful steps, baby,” he says.

I’m surprised.He’s letting me hobble toward the sink.His hands are on my hips, steadying me, but this is huge.

Surrounding me from behind, he wraps his arms around me, turns on the water, and pumps soap onto his palm.He washes both sets of hands with his.It’s intimate.I’m panting.

I’m also naked.

“How does your leg feel, baby?”He kisses my shoulder as he dries our hands.

“Tight.It doesn’t hurt, though.”

“Baby steps, okay?Don’t send me into a panic.”

I giggle.“Yes, Sir.”

He spins me around, grabs my face, and kisses me.“I fucking love it when you call me Sir.”

I’m still smiling.“It’s growing on me.”I shrug.I’m joking.I love it, too.He knows it.“Why do you get to cuss and I don’t?”

He smirks.“Because I’m in charge, and I make the rules.”

I roll my eyes.

“That sassy attitude will land you in trouble, naughty girl.”

I chuckle.“I’m starving.Are you going to dress and feed me?”

“Yep, but firstyou’regoing to feedme.”He bends, presses his shoulder into my stomach, and lifts me into the air.

I squeal.“Blaze!”