He let the title slide, and I breathed a sigh of relief. If I had to keep calling him master, it was going to sour things for me.
I watched Vax head to a door at the back of the room. He opened it and revealed a small room with a toilet. As he shut himself inside, I realized that I needed that room too. Especially with the water running. By the time Vax emerged, I was pressing my legs together around the metal of the cage.
“May I use the toilet, Your Majesty?” I asked.
“Yes. Go ahead.” He waved toward the door.
“Uh. Could you, uh, release me?” I waved at my cock.
“The cage is formed so that you may urinate through it.”
I stared down at it, then at him. “Please, Your Majesty. It hurts.”
“No! Now go relieve yourself before I change my mind and make you hold your water.”
Grimacing, I went to the toilet room. He was right. I was able to pee through the cage. It didn't even get on the metal. But I was still annoyed that he kept it on me. How long would he make me wear the damn thing?
I trudged out, more comfortable than before but dreading the discomfort to come. Because while I'd been busy, the Sea King had submerged himself in the tub. With his head leaning back on the rim, his shimmering hair spread over the marble encapsulating the bathtub and onto the floor. His chest was wet, nipples like glossy candies begging to be sucked, and with the water free of soap, I could see past the surface to his tight belly and flaccid cock. His lean, long legs stretched out across thebottom of the deep blue marble basin, his skin seeming to glow against the darkness.
Movement caught my eye—the twitch of his cock. My stare shot back to it, eyes widening as the length grew and thickened. Had I ever been so fascinated with the hardening of a cock before? I couldn't remember. I only knew that I was obsessed with this one. Even that basic response seemed to be divine.
The water kept rushing into the tub, going higher and higher. It reached Vaxarion's nipples before he asked, “Are you going to just stand there and gawk at me or turn off the faucets?”
“Sorry, Your Majesty!” I hurried to the faucets and turned them off. “Do you want me to bathe you?”
“Later. First, get in here and give me my morning orgasm.”
“Your what?”
“I want you to suck my dick, slave,” Vax growled. “Do it. Now!”
“Oh! Yes, Your Majesty!” I practically dove into the tub, groaning when the heat of the water sank into my tight muscles.
The basin was so deep and wide that it was more like a pool than a bathtub. Which made it perfect for me to give an underwater blow job. As I sank below the surface, I grinned to myself. This was why Vax didn't want me to add anything to the water and why he didn't want me to bathe him yet. With the water pure, I could breathe it. I could stay submerged until he came.
The water closed over me and my gills opened, drawing it in. It comforted me even though it was almost too warm to breathe. I sighed, drawing it deeper, and settled between Vaxarion's legs. There, underwater, with him, I was home. The thought eased me even more, and I happily nuzzled his shaft.
With my body floating out behind me, framed by his, I anchored myself with a hand on his hip and wrapped the other around the base of his cock. The separation of air and water gave me the confidence I needed to thoroughly enjoy him. I took my time kissing his shaft, then licking it before I finally sucked the length into my mouth. Up and down I went, fighting the weightlessness of the water as the hollow sounds of Vaxarion's groans filtered down to me. I loved the way even the curls around his cock shimmered with jewel tones. And how he filled my mouth. And how he tasted. And how his sacs tightened. I was in sheer ecstasy except for one thing—that fucking cage!
But I kept going, kept working Vax until he locked up against me—hips arched up and both hands on my head to hold me to him. With a deep, primal grunt, he filled my mouth, and I eagerly swallowed. Only then did the King release me. I spread my hands on his belly and stayed there a moment, pressing my cheek against his thigh. I craved his affection. Especially after the way he'd touched me the night before. But Vax wasn't ready. He grabbed me by the ring on my collar and pulled me up.
I got to my knees between his legs and wiped the water from my face. “Would you like me to bathe you now, Your Majesty?”
“Yes.” He waved at a line of bottles set on the tub's ledge.
The crystal decanters held liquid soap that could be used for the body and hair, then there was a jar with thickercream to add silkiness to the hair after the cleansing. I opened the decanters and smelled them, finally selecting the one that smelled like orange blossoms.
“Is this one all right?”
He nodded.
After snatching a cloth from the pile beside the decanters, I wet it and poured soap over it. Straddling the Sea King, I rubbed the soapy cloth over his chest, taking it in slow circles from one side to the other before heading down to his stomach. Vax leaned back, propping his arms on the marble ledge around the tub, and stared at me. I lowered my gaze and focused on the job.
But as time passed, and I moved from one hard group of muscles to another, it became increasingly difficult to focus on the act of bathing instead ofwhatI was bathing. Vaxarion's smooth skin. The curve of his biceps. The corded muscles of his thighs. I lifted his left leg, propped it on my shoulder, and washed the long length, then repeated the process to his right leg. After laying them back in the water and rubbing them free of soap, I finally moved inward and went for the treasure.
Vax continued to watch me, his expression unreadable.
“Could you turn around, please?” I asked.
