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 endure this in silence, but he couldn’t help the groan that broke from his lips when she continued to stroke with one hand and reached below to cup his balls with the other.
“Please be careful, my Lady,” he growled hoarsely as she weighed them in her palm. “That’s a very sensitive area you’re touching there.”
“Of course. I would never hurt you, Ty,” she murmured as she gently spread the foam over his sac.
She seemed to take forever, exploring his body and Ty had to grit his teeth and clench his jaw to keep from thrusting into her soft little hand as she stroked him. It was an eternity of sweet torture but just as he was wondering how much longer he could last without spending his seed at her feet, she seemed to finish.
“It’s time to rinse you with the water of purification,” she told him and led him over to the shower-type faucet mounted high on the wall.
Ty held still as she turned the second tap and warm water poured over him, washing away the sacred foam at once, leaving him feeling extremely clean.
“There, now.” Ellina stepped back, admiring him from all angles as she checked to make certain she hadn’t missed any foam. “I think you’re ready for the holy oil,” she remarked. She nodded to the third tap, which had a rainbow bead of pale golden oil clinging to it.
“Same as before?” Ty asked, arching an eyebrow. “I just stand here
