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"Easy," he murmured, holding me steady with his other arm. "Let me take care of you."

He set a steady pace, the contrast of his cooler palm and the hot water making everything feel more intense. The edge of every sensation was magnified: the soft slosh of water, the slide of his skin on mine, the way his breath moved the tiny hairs on my neck when he leaned in to press his lips just below my ear.

I couldn't help the sounds I made, little gasps and whimpers that would have embarrassed me anywhere but here, in his arms, where nothing bad could reach me. He coaxed it out of me, every ounce of need, every desperate plea for more. He was relentless, not letting up even as I started to tremble, the build of pleasure so sharp it almost ached.

Then he stopped.

"You'll be patient for Daddy," he said, and it almost made me go crazy.

He shifted behind me, water sloshing around our bodies as he repositioned us. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly until I was facing him, my legs naturally falling to either side of his hips. The new position brought our faces level, his emerald eyes now directly before mine, his vertical pupils widened and dark with arousal.

"I want to see your face," he explained, one six-fingered hand coming up to cup my cheek. "Every expression, every reaction. Hide nothing from me, little one."

I nodded, beyond words already, lost in the intensity of his gaze and the heat of our connected bodies. His thumb brushed across my lower lip, applying just enough pressure to make me open for him. When he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to mine, I surrendered completely to the kiss, letting him set its pace and depth.

"Please," I whispered against his mouth, not entirely sure what I was begging for, just knowing I needed more.

O'li understood, as he always did. One hand slid lower, finding me beneath the water, wrapping around my cock again with perfect pressure that had me arching into his touch.

"So eager," he observed, and though his tone remained controlled, I could hear the roughness at its edges that told me his own desire was building. "But you'll wait until I allow it, won't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I managed, the words strained as his hand established a rhythm that made thinking increasingly difficult. "I'll be good."

His free hand threaded through my hair, gripping firmly enough to tilt my head back, exposing my throat to his mouth. The sensation of his lips and tongue against that vulnerable spot made me shudder, my hands clutching at his shoulders for stability in a world that seemed to be dissolving into pure sensation.

"Don't you dare come without permission, my puppy," he said. "Show me your control."

The directive sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I nodded frantically, biting my lip to focus through the building pressure as his hand worked my cock.

He released his grip on my hair, letting my head fall forward so our eyes met again.

"Up," he said, and I obeyed, shifting my hips upward. The heat of the bath had left my body loose and relaxed, but I knew what was coming, and anticipation made my heart pound. O'li reached behind me, his hand finding the spot just below my tailbone. He pressed gently, testing, then slowly slid one slick finger inside me.

The oils infused into the bath were designed to become slick against skin, body-safe even for this kind of intimacy, so nothing else was needed. Every nerve ending felt electric as he moved carefully at first, working me open, each motion accompanied by quiet praise. I moaned loudly, unable to stop myself.

"Good boy. Relax for me. That's it, little one."

I melted into his touch, letting him take over. A second finger joined the first, stretching me further, and I whimpered at the delicious fullness. His other hand held my hip, keeping me steady as he scissored his fingers, preparing me for what came next. The sensation was overwhelming, half pleasure, half ache, and I clung to his shoulders, nails digging in.

"Aahhh..." I couldn't help it.

He chuckled softly and kept going, working me open until I was pliant, until the tension melted from my body and I was reduced to nothing but sensation. Then he withdrew his hand, wrapping both arms around my waist and pulling me against him.

"Ready, pup?" His voice was rough now, barely more than a growl.

He was so much bigger than I ever thought I'd be able to take, and yet I always did.

"Please," I begged, pressing my forehead to his.

I felt him position himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging at my entrance. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust as he pushed inside, the ridges along his length catching and dragging in a way that made me see stars. The stretch was perfect, just shy of too much, and I gasped as his hips pressed tight to mine.

We stayed like that for a moment, his arms locked around me, my face buried in his neck. The world narrowed to the feeling of him inside me, the slow thrum of his heartbeat against my chest.

Then he started to move, rocking his hips in a slow, relentless rhythm that built pressure with every thrust. The water sloshed around us, and I could hear the soft sounds I made with every motion, gasps and moans and desperate little pleas that I couldn't have stopped if I tried.

O'li kissed me, slow and deep, his tongue exploring my mouth as he fucked me. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending sparking. He angled his thrusts so that every time he bottomed out, the ridges on his cock pressed perfectly inside me, making me shudder with pleasure. His hand found my cock again, stroking in time with his movements, and I felt the edge rushing up fast, so fast I barely had time to warn him.

"Daddy, please," I gasped, clutching at his shoulders. "Can I..."