Daddy's Stepstalker (Daddy's Little Deviants)

When he was done, Ari clutched his hands to his heaving chest. Both our breathing filled the bathroom.

"What now?"

I pulled down the zipper of my jeans. The button went, and I shoved down the flaps and took my dick out of the denim.

"I'm not going to pee on you like we both want me to," I said. "I know most of your wounds are healing fine, but I won't risk getting them infected. But put your feet together."

He hadn't been stabbed anywhere on his legs and feet, so they were safe.

He shuffled his feet together. I stepped into the shower with him, aimed for his legs, and peed. His breath hitched, and I didn't stop until there was nothing left.

Silence spun around us. Nerve-racking silence that knocked at the back of my skull with doubt. But then Ari grinned at me. "That was so fucking hot. Tell me we'll do it again. Maybe…sometime you could even pee inside me."

I swallowed hard and nodded. "Maybe."

I turned on the faucet and washed away the evidence of what we'd just done. Water cascaded down on us, and Ari moved closer, slipping his hands up my chest.

"I'm so glad you stopped doubting us. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about what you do to me. All that matters is that I love it and you clearly enjoy it."

"I do." Admitting it aloud was like a weight lifted from my chest. "I love marking you this way. It makes me feel like I possess you and you're mine."

"Hmm," he growled inside his throat. "And I love when you do it. I'm so glad we got out of Ohio, Shaw. I-I think we'll be fine."

I kissed his forehead and closed my eyes.

It didn’t matter if we decided to stick around Florida or go somewhere else. As long as we had each other, we would indeed be fine.