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The bathroom door slid open. Living plants grew throughout the room, their leaves glossy and vibrant in the humid environment. At the center was the soaking tub, set into the floor and large enough to accommodate O'li's seven-foot frame with room to spare. It was made of polished stone that remained perfectly warm to the touch.

O'li pressed his palm against a control panel, and water began to flow into the tub from multiple sources. Steam rose almost immediately, carrying the scent of minerals and oils.

"Arms up."

I complied without hesitation.

He pulled my shirt over my head, then worked my pants down over my hips and thighs. I stepped free of them and immediately found myself leaning into him, seeking contact.

He noticed—O'li always noticed—and one large hand cupped my cheek briefly.

"Almost ready."

Then he began removing his own clothing. I watched, never tiring of the sight. His tunic came off first, revealing his perfectly defined torso. He folded it carefully and set it beside my clothes before removing his lower garments.

Even after four years, the sight of him still took my breath away. Seven feet of perfectly proportioned Aconchian. Shoulders broader than a human's. Six-fingered hands that could perform miracles. His cock emerged from a protective sheath when aroused, thicker at the base than the tip, with ridges along the underside that sent electricity through me when he thrust deep.

"You're staring, pup," he observed, amusement coloring his voice.

"Can't help it." I smiled. "You're beautiful, Daddy."

His expression softened. He extended one hand toward me, and I took it without hesitation.

O'li tested the water, adjusted the temperature slightly, then stepped into the tub. Once he'd settled, he reached for me, strong hands spanning my waist as he lifted me effortlessly into the water.

Heat enveloped me, seeping immediately into my muscles. I sighed as he settled me between his legs, my back against his chest.

"Happy?"

"Very much."

I melted against him, the water supporting most of my weight. The minerals turned it slightly opalescent, making my skin tingle pleasantly wherever it was submerged.

Honestly, what else could I want in life? I had a personal spa, a personal caretaker who loved me very much, warm food, and a cozy house. I was so damn lucky.

O'li reached for a container at the edge of the tub and dispensed something that smelled like crushed herbs into his palm. He worked it between his hands until it foamed slightly, then began washing me, starting with my shoulders and moving downward.

"Your muscles are tight here," he observed, his thumbs pressing into a spot between my shoulder blades that made me gasp.

I nodded, unable to form words as he continued working the tension loose until I went boneless against him.

His chuckle vibrated through his chest and into my back.

Chapter 16. Lucca

O'li's hands were everywhere, abandoning any pretense of bathing in favor of pure sensation.

"Be still," he commanded. My body obeyed before my thoughts could catch up, freezing in place despite the desperate desire to press against his hands.

"Good puppy," he murmured, rewarding my compliance with a firmer touch on the insides of my thighs that pulled a moan from somewhere deep in my chest. "So responsive for me today."

His hand drifted lower, fingertips trailing down my stomach, past my navel, then pausing at the very edge of what I wanted most. I arched unconsciously, my body begging for more, but O'li kept me pinned with his other hand, palm spread across my chest.

"Such an impatient thing," he chided softly, though his own breathing had deepened. "You want me to touch you here?" His fingers hovered, barely brushing the tip of my cock, which was already hard and aching for him.

"Please," I whispered, the word slipping out without conscious thought. He always did this—drew the need out of me until it was raw and simple and impossible to deny.

"Good boy," he purred, and then he wrapped his hand around me, the sensation electric in the heat of the water. He stroked once, the ridges of his thumb pressing in just the way that made me dizzy. Pleasure shot up my spine, my hips jerking before I could remember the command to be still.