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  A male! A male made you that way—made you wet. Made you want him, want his kiss and more, whispered a condemning little voice in her brain.

  “Goddess!” Trin whispered. Unable to look, she closed her eyes on the shameful sight. But then she heard Thrace calling her.

  “No, baby,” he said softly when she opened her eyes to look at him. “Watch me do this…watch me honor your sweet little pussy…watch me pay obeisance to your cunt.”

  “Thrace…” she whispered and found that once again, she was caught in the trap of his silver-blue gaze, completely unable to look away.

  “That’s right, Mistress,” he murmured, leaning towards her, never taking his eyes from hers. “Watch me honor you.”

  Then his hot, open mouth was connecting with her trembling pussy, bathing her in heat, making Trin gasp and then moan as she felt his warmth envelope her, claming her completely.

  The kiss seemed to last forever, even longer than the ones he’d placed on her lips and nipples. As before, he didn’t attempt to suck her in any way but Trin did feel the lightest flicker of his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. She moaned and jumped but didn’t pull away. It felt too good and the sight was too hypnotic. Goddess, she couldn’t believe she was letting him do this and yet she couldn’t get enough of it!

  Thrace deepened the kiss for a moment and just for an instant she thought she felt his tongue press against her more fully. Then he was pulling away, his lips shiny with her juices, his eyes filled with need.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” he said hoarsely. “Thank you for allowing me to honor you.” He licked his lips slowly and then rose from the floor. “And now, it’s time to get you in the bath.”

  Trin gasped when the big Havoc swept her up in his arms again. She supposed she ought to be getting used to this mode of transport by now—after all, he didn’t seem to mind carrying her and he did it quite often. Still, this was the first time he’d carried her when she was completely nude.

  It’s fine. I’ll be fine, she told herself nervously. But her stomach told a different story, quivering like a thousand shimmerflies had taken off inside it at once. Thrace was still bare chested and his skin felt warm—almost hot against her own. But not nearly as hot as the water when he slid her gently into it.

  Trin hissed as the steam rose around her.

  “Are you trying to bathe me or boil me?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light.

  “I thought it would help you relax,” he murmured. “Would you like me to add some cold?”

  “No…no this is good.” She sighed and twisted her hair up on top of her head before it could get all wet. “I’ll get used to it.”

  “I won’t,” Thrace said, his eyes still half-lidded. “I could never get used to seeing your beauty revealed like this. Never get used to worshiping you with my mouth.”

  “Thrace…” She tried to laugh but it came out sounding breathy. “You don’t…don’t have to talk like that. The room probably isn’t wired for sound, remember?”

  “Not saying it because of that.” He nodded at the softly glowing blue viewscreen mounted on the wall across from the tub. “Saying it because I mean it. You’re fucking beautiful, Trin.”

  “Thank you.” She looked down at the pink bubbles that dotted the surface of the water. Goddess, why did his eyes on her make her feel so hot and cold all at once? She’d been desired by others before—her creamy brown skin made her an exotic beauty and more than one classmate and acquaintance back at the Academy was eager to get to know her and possibly do more. But none of those admirers had made her feel like this—like she was the center of their universe and they would do anything to pleasure her.

  “I supposed it’s time to get you washed.” He picked up a bottle of something pink and squirted some of it into his hands. “This okay? It’s the same stuff that made the bubbles.”

  “Sure…fine.” Honestly, Trin didn’t care what he used on her. The only thing she could concentrate on was that his big, warm hands were going to be sliding all over her body. She felt so nervous she could barely breathe. In fact, every muscle in her chest felt tight…especially the ones around her breasts. Trin frowned. What the hell was going on? Why did she feel this way?

  Probably just nervous, she told herself as Thrace began rubbing her neck and shoulders with long, slow strokes. At once she began to feel less anxious. Goddess, it felt amazing! Slowly she could feel the tension beginning to leave her body…well, most of it anyway. Her nipples still felt tight and stiff and achy. But still, the rest of her was starting to feel like melted butter.

  How could he do that to her? Trin didn’t know…and she didn’t care. She simply sighed and let his magic hands do their trick. He worked on her back and shoulders and arms, moving down to her hands and massaging each palm and finger in turn until Trin felt like she’d never been so relaxed in her life. When he finally returned to her neck, her eyes were half closed with pleasure.

  “Moving lower now,” he murmured in her ear.

  Good, she thought but couldn’t say. Instead she simply nodded her head as his hands slid down to cup her breasts in the warm, soapy water.

  “Going to wash your breasts now, Mistress,” he growled softly. Long fingers caressed her full globes with slow, gentle strokes and then plucked at her nipples, making her gasp with sensation.

  In fact, there was too much sensation. Trin moaned and jerked, making a miniature wave in the pool that spilled over the opposite side.

  Thrace stopped at once.

  “Too much?” he murmured in her ear.

  “A…a little,” Trin confessed. “I don’t know why, I’m just so sensitive there all of a sudden.” It was true—her nipples were tight and achy and her breasts were beginning to feel fuller somehow. But that didn’t make any sense, did it? Trin shrugged it off—she was probably just still nervous at letting him touch and bathe her this way. “I’m sorry,” she said, turning her head to look at him. “I just…”

  “It’s all right,” Thrace said soothingly. “I still have other places to wash.”

  Trin shivered as she considered what ‘other’ places he might be talking about. She expected him to reach under the water and cup her pussy at once.

  But Thrace surprised her again. He went around to the opposite side of the large, square tub and reached for her feet. He had found some kind of glove with soft bristles attached to it and he began to use it on her lower legs.

  “Oh!” Trin couldn’t help gasping as he washed her toes and she burst into a helpless fit of giggles when he scrubbed the soft bristles over the sole of her foot. “Thrace, no!” she cried, still giggling. “That…that tickles!”

  He grinned at her, his strong features full of teasing fun.

  “Is that right? What a shame, Mistress.” And he grabbed her other foot and began scrubbing it as well.

  “Thrace! Thrace, please!” Trin couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so hard. She kicked with her free foot, spraying him with pink bubbles which landed on his bare chest and shoulders.

  “That was very naughty, Mistress,” Thrace growled and retaliated by catching her free foot and holding her by her ankles so he could scrub both feet at once.

  “No! No, please!” Trin was laughing so hard her stomach hurt. “Please—I can’t breathe.”

  Thrace stopped at once but kept hold of her ankles.

  “Do you yield, Mistress?” he growled, smiling at her.

  “Yes.” Trin took a deep, gulping breath and tried to still her heart. She could still feel little giggles bubbling up from inside, however, and it was hard to keep a straight face.

  “Good.” Thrace’s voice turned suddenly caressing and he bent and planted a gentle kiss at the top of her foot. “Because I’m ready to wash you a little higher now.”

  “Higher?” The laughter was suddenly all gone, replaced by a deep heat which blossomed in her belly at the sight of his half-lidded eyes.

  “Between your thighs,” he murmur