“That’s only for… like… sometimes,”
“No.” My thumbs rubbed slow circles into her hips. “It’s for always. If my dick’s been inside you. After I eat you. After I get you off with my hand. I’m not letting you get a UTI because of me.”
Her eyes widened. “You pee after oral too?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Now you do.”
She stared at the floor for a second like it had personally betrayed her. “How do you know this and I don’t? This feels unfair.”
“Because I do my homework.” My mouth brushed her forehead. “I take care of my girl.”
She shifted her weight, wincing a little at the new angle. I tightened my grip until she steadied.
“You’re seriously just going to stand there and supervise?”
“Yes.”
She squinted. “You have no boundaries.”
A low laugh shook out of me. “You’re right.”
Her brows pinched.
“There won’t be boundaries,” I went on, softer. “You’re mine. I’m yours. That’s the point.”
“Obsessive much?”
“Exactly.” I tipped her chin up, my thumb sweeping lightly along her jaw. “That’s why we’re Dom and sub, not boyfriend and girlfriend. You get a Crow-level control freak who overthinks everything so you don’t have to.”
“You really are overthinking this.”
“Good. You don’t need to. You just sit. Pee. Let me handle the rest.”
She smiled. “You’re impossible.”
“Sit, Madeline.”
She rolled her eyes but did it, lowering herself, one hand braced on my forearm. I stayed until she was stable, then forced myself to step back.
Every instinct screamed at me to hover.
What if her legs gave out? What if she got dizzy? What if the pain hit harder now we’d stopped?
Her palm lifted weakly, shooing me. “Out. I can pee by myself.”
I hesitated.
“Vince.” A look over her shoulder. “Doorway. Compromise.”
Doorway.
Fine.
I moved back to the threshold, one hand on the frame, body angled so I could hear every shift in her breathing. Not looking directly at her, but not leaving either. Close enough to catch her if something went wrong.
