He gazes slowly up at me, his hands still on my ankle. “You think because I’m the Dominant that I can’t take care of you?” “Sort of,” I reply with a shrug. “But you’re mine to take care of, Charlotte.” He lifts my foot to his knees as he lathers soap bubbles under my arch and between my toes. “This relationship is a give and take, not a one-way street. Not to mention, when we are not in that Dom/sub mode, I don’t want you to submit to me. I want you to let me worship you and…”
