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  He hoped she could believe him and take him at his word. He had a feeling that Ellina had felt inadequate—maybe even ugly—all her life. Ty wanted badly to prove to her that it wasn’t true—that she was beautiful—gorgeous. Not to mention desirable in the extreme.

  “You…you really feel that way about me?” She looked up at him, hope and doubt warring in her eyes.

  “Little one,” he said gently. “Males may lie to you with their mouths but their bodies cannot lie. There are some things you just can’t fake.” He nodded down at his straining erection. “This is one of them.”

  “I…I guess not. Thank you, Ty,” she said softly. “That makes me feel…well, I guess it makes me feel normal for the first time.”

  “You’re more than normal, sweetheart,” he growled softly. “You’re fucking beautiful. Don’t ever let anyone tell you different.”

  “All right.” She cleared her throat and dragged her eyes away from his throbbing shaft. “Um, I guess we ought to get started.”

  “Of course.” Ty nodded. “What do I have to do?”

  “Nothing.” Ellina shook her head. “Just…stand there and let me wash you.”

  Ty shrugged. “I can do that.” He held out his arms in a gesture of welcome. “I’m all yours, My Lady—do as you wish with me.”

  “Thank you.” Ellina’s cheeks colored prettily but she kept her chin high. “I will.”

  And I’m perfectly willing to let her, Ty thought, with just a touch of unease. Was this his DNA kicking in, making him want to submit sexually to a Mistress? Or was it simply that he looked forward to the feeling of a beautiful woman running her soft little hands all over his body?

  Does it really matter either way? asked a voice in his head. Damn it, Ty—a gorgeous female—the female you want—is about to stroke your bare body. Do you really need an ulterior motive for liking that? Are you really so concerned about your genetics that you’ll allow your worry to ruin the most erotic experience of your life?

  Not that it was supposed to be erotic, of course—it was a religious ritual. Still, Ty decided the voice was right. He would put his worries out of his head and just enjoy whatever Ellina decided to do to him.

  Which was apparently to wash him with a huge mound of creamy white bubbles she had just gotten from the first golden tap. She came over to him, her hands full of bubbles, but then she paused for a moment, still not quite sure of herself.

  “I…I’m supposed to wash you now,” she told Ty. “Um—all over.” Her eyes flickered up to his. “But you’re not Chorkay and I know you’re not used to this. I want to be certain I don’t offend you.”

  “It’s all right, little one,” Ty told her softly. “You’re the Potentate, remember? The Goddess in the Flesh. You can do anything you want to me—I’m completely at your service.”

  “Well…all right.” Lifting her chin, she walked up to him and began rubbing the sweet-smelling bubbles all over his skin.

  She started with his chest and arms, apparently enjoying running her small hands over his muscles. She seemed interested in the flat copper disks of his nipples and explored them for some time, which caused Ty’s shaft to surge, though he tried to ignore it. Her soft little hands felt so good on him already, he didn’t need to get even more aroused. But he couldn’t help it—when she touched him intimately, his body reacted.

  “I can’t quite reach you,” she said after a while. “Your shoulders and upper back, I mean—you’re so tall.”

  “Then let me help, my Lady. Do you want me to wash my own shoulders?”

  “Oh, no!” She looked shocked. “No, you must not touch your own skin in any way lest we call down the wrath of Thufar. No, just bend down so I can reach you—I’ll do what’s necessary.”

  “All right.” Obligingly Ty bent down so she could wash his shoulders and back as well, rubbing the foam all over and not missing a spot.

  He straightened as she knelt before him for a moment, rubbing up and down the long length of his legs, spreading the slippery foam all over. She seemed determined to get every part of him squeaky clean which was perfectly fine with him—her hands felt wonderful everywhere.

  Well…mostly everywhere.

  When she rose up again and rubbed his ass, he couldn’t help stiffening a bit.

  “I’m sorry,” Ellina murmured, her soft fingers lingering at the top of the cleft between his muscular buttocks. “Is this all right? Forgive me but I must wash you everywhere for the ritual to be complete.”

  Ty clenched his jaw, uncertain how to answer. This was sensitive territory since the Mistresses of Yonnie Six often used a metal phallus to penetrate their male slaves in this area—they called it “giving the rod.” Therefore, if he had been bought by a Mistress of Yonnie Six, he would have had to offer her his ass as well as his shaft—would have had to give her anything she wanted for her pleasure.

  Which is what you ought to do now, whispered a little voice in his head. She is the Potentate—for as long as you’re here, you must serve her and give her whatever she desires.

  But what if what she desired was to penetrate him?

  And what if he desired it too?

  I shouldn’t want this—shouldn’t be so willing to submit to such a deep intimacy, Ty thought. And yet, he couldn’t help it—the need to open for her might just be his altered DNA taking effect, but it felt right.

  Taking a deep breath, Ty decided to go with it.

  The brief, internal struggle over, he spread his legs, standing as though he was at parade rest and opening himself for her.

  “Of course it’s all right, My Lady,” he said, his voice only a little bit hoarse. “Anything you wish to do to me is all right.”

  “It’s just that I have to wash you thoroughly,” Ellina said, sounding apologetic. “I…I’ll try to make it quick.”

  “Do what you want with me,” Ty told her and felt a pulse of pure desire wash through him as the words left his mouth. Gods, this was dangerous. It shouldn’t feel so good to submit to her small hands on his body!

  But he couldn’t seem to help himself. When her small, slippery fingers traveled down his crevice and then slipped deeper inside, he opened wider, permitting her entrance to where she needed to go.

  “Is this all right?” she murmured and he felt the tip of one slender finger sliding gently around the rim of his rosebud, teasing the sensitive flesh until the breath hissed between his teeth. “I need to wash you here, too. Can you let me do that, Ty?”

  “Wherever you need to touch me is all right,” he told her, his voice sounding hoarse in his own ears. “I will…do my best to open for you.”

  “It’s only for a moment,” Ellina promised him and then he felt one slender finger breach his rosebud and enter him.

  His breath caught in his throat and he tried not to tighten up as she reached inside him. A low groan broke from his lips and he breathed deeply, his chest heaving.

  “Oh, I’m sorry!” Ellina pulled back, a worried look on her face. “Did…did I hurt you just now?”

  “No.” Ty shook his head. “You, er, pleasured me,” he admitted. “Deeply. I was…not prepared for it.”

  “I wasn’t either.” She bit her lip. “Are you upset with me? For…pleasuring you in such an intimate spot?”

  Ty supposed he ought to be—being opened and fingered by the female he was supposed to be guarding was certainly more than he had signed up for. But he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset.

  “No.” He shook his head. “Are you finished washing me?”

  “Almost.” She looked at his shaft, which was straining upwards. “I must wash you there, too.”

  “Do as you like with me.” Ty spread his hands. “I’m yours, my Lady.”

  “Thank you, Ty.” She smiled shyly up at him. “Thank you for understanding.”

  She filled her hands with a bit more foam from the first tap and then grasped him gently and began to stroke the bubbles slowly up and down his cock.

  Ty tried to en