"Sit down," I point toward one of the very odd chairs on our small terrace. They are narrow and armless, like a snake when it comes up into the air, with a small curve to sit on. I guess they are well suited to the interesting architectural choices of the city.

Shaking my head, I force my focus away from the chairs and toward Ronan.

He quirks his eyebrow watching me as he sits.

I always melt into his arms. He only has to look at me or groan lowly in his chest and I'm putty in his hands. Today, I'm in charge. He had his way with me last night, over and over again for hours.

He teased me earlier and he underestimated me. Use that. I force those thoughts into my head.

"What are you doing, Ya'abe?" His voice is raspy, lust swirling around in his eyes.

Damn him. He's pulling out the big guns. Ya'abe. How dare he.

"I'm so sore," I pout innocently as I slide into his lap. My feet dangle above the floor as I straddle his hips.

This seems to sober him up, quickly. His fingers grip my hips softly."I will fill the bathing pool with hot water."

"Bathing pool?" Please, please don't tell me they have bathtubs, all this time, and I'm only just now hearing about it. When we were brought to the alien jail spa, they washed us in large whirlpools. I asked Gaia about bathtubs later and she didn't seem to understand what I was talking about.

"Come," he stands from the chair, all of my plans suddenly abandoned. So much for that.

He leads me up several floors and into a room marked 'medical unit' on the door.

"Medical unit?"

When we enter, three An'eo freeze, watching us nervously.

"Leave," is all Ronan has to say to have them scrambling for the door.

This room looks exactly like the jail spa! Were we in the medical unit? Ronan moves around the room, gathering vials and powders. He starts filling one of the huge tubs with water. It's so warm that the air starts to feel thicker. I can't wait to soak my body.

With scientific precision, I watch him measure out exact quantities of the different items he collected. When they mix with the water, the scent memory of our first bath here fills me with deja vu.

Portable travel showers in the middle of a field were nice and all but this is going to be amazing.

Stripping my clothes, I wait with giddy anticipation.

"I will help you-" his voice fades away as he turns and finds me already naked. His jaw clenches as he picks me up and gently places me over the edge of the tub.

"Oh my god," I groan, letting myself sink down to my shoulders. The slight sting of the heat melts the pain away from my body almost instantly. Pushing away from the seat on the edge, I tread water in the center of the pool. Swirling around, I turn to face him.

"Are you going to come in?"

"I am not in need of medical care." His head tilts slightly to one side.

"Jesus Christ, Ronan. Will this water make you sick or hurt you if you get in without medical need?" I thought we were past this already.

"No," he's still trying to work it out.

"Ronan, get in."

"This is a medical treatment, Nicole."

"Get in."

He huffs but pulls his shirt over his head. I watch his muscles move, tensing and flexing as he steps out of his pants. Breaking my gaze, I glide back, making sure that I'm on the opposite side of the pool when he climbs in.

"Doesn't it feel nice?" I dip down, tipping my head back to wet my hair.

"It does," he looks wary, like I'm pulling him into a trap.

Slipping below the surface, I push my arms through the water. When I resurface, I'm in the center of the pool again.

"Why are you so far away?" His eyes are glued to my wet chest.

"I'm not, I'm right here." I smile sweetly.

"Come," he holds his hand out.

"Uh-huh," I fall below the surface again for a moment. "It's not going to be that easy."

His jaw ticks, "you demanded I enter the water to toy with me?"

"Yeah, basically," I bat my lashes and swim backward, putting more distance between us.

He hums, a deep, low grumbling moan full of irritation. He moves back, sitting on the edge of the pool. Watching water roll in droplets down his skin makes me incredibly thirsty. I wonder if all the stuff he put in here would poison me if I licked it off him?

The familiar tugging in my belly as I let my eyes wander down starts to get stronger as I set my eyes on his cock.

He's always ready.

Biting into my lower lip, I paddle closer but still out of reach. I'm not foolish enough to think he couldn't reach out and grab me if he wanted to but he's letting me play my game, at least for now.

"I'm curious," I tilt my head to emphasize my thoughtfulness. "Is this water safe to consume?"

"Are you thirsty?"

"I am."

"Do not drink from this pool!" His eyes are wide and completely disgusted. "I will get you a drink."

"I don't plan to drink from the pool, some of the water might get into my mouth, though," swimming closer and looking up at him I wonder how long it will take him to get it.

A single second, apparently. He groans and his head falls back. His cock twitches, standing up against his stomach. "You are teasing me again."

"Yes."

Lowering himself down into the water, he grabs my arm as I try to back away. Pulling me forward, he pushes my back into the wall of the pool. I'm caged between the wall and his body, his cock pressing into my stomach.

"Would you like a drink, Ya'abe?"

Letting the tips of my fingers graze his thighs, I move upward until I can grip him tightly in my hand. His hips buck forward and he groans, leaning into my touch. Feeling bold and free from pain and soreness, I lean forward to kiss his chest just above the water.

"Sit back down."

He spins, pulling himself out of the water to sit on the edge again. Standing on the bench in the water, I put my hands on his knees, moving slowly toward my intended target.

He tortured me with his mouth last night. I want to return the favor.

Licking a long, wet strip with my tongue flat against the underside of his shaft, I jump right in. Licking, sucking, kissing. I take my time, giving him a little bit, then taking it away. Opening wide, I carefully pull him in.

When I look up at him, I keep eye contact as I pull him as far as I can without actually choking. He slides his fingers into my wet hair, holding tight at the roots. I can feel his thighs tensing. If it's because he's trying to keep his hips still, I'm grateful. Nothing would ruin this quite like his cock killing me before we even get started.

Hollowing out my cheeks, I move my mouth up and down over him. The sounds, they get me every time. He never tries to hold back his moans, the deep rumbling groans that start in his chest and burst through him.

"Nicole," he pants, "I will be gentle, I will not enter you if you do not want that but..."

I ignore him, slowly moving my mouth and my hand in sync. His cock is leaking, light, salty, sweet. It's delicious.

"I can not-" a loud growl cuts off his voice as I lightly twist my hands. "Not without you."

He doesn't like to come without me, I know that, and I usually really appreciate it. But right now, I want to make him come.

Doubling down on my efforts, I move faster, letting my mouth make him slippery for my hands.

His feet are starting to move, shaking and flexing next to my calves. He's fighting it but he will lose this battle today. There is a certain spot on the underside of his shaft, right below his tip, the frenulum. When I flick my tongue against it, his body jerks and he moans.

After several minutes, with an aching jaw, I close my mouth around him and suck, hard.

"Nic- ah."

A thick, warm spurt of cum pumps from his pulsating head. I swallow as much as I can, letting the rest leak out of my mouth and back down onto him.

With a satiated groan, he pulls himself back and grabs me. "Your turn," the fire in his eyes should intimidate me. Now that I know about this healing bathtub, nothing is off-limits.

"My turn," I nod before kissing him. I want him to taste himself on my tongue.

"We should stay here," he slides into the water with my thighs around his hips. "You will need another dip when I finish with you." 

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