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shower’s smooth dark floor and reached up to collect one of the chrome spray heads. The muscles in his back moved and flexed in an arresting display. He pulled the long hose from the wall and fiddled with something. Water sprayed from the nozzle in his hand.
    Other than his brows and mane, he appeared completely smooth and hairless.
    Unlike her.
    Fallon dropped her arms and felt like crossing her legs to hide her rude feminine curls.
    Sobehk turned to face her and raised his brow in amusement. His blue eyes looked enormous and brilliant against all that pale skin. “Ready for your bath, kitten?”
    Fallon’s eyes automatically dropped below his waist and her breath stopped in her chest. The broad expanse of his muscular chest tapered down into narrow hips that framed a pair of rigid erections in a nest of snowy curls, one cock right on top of the other. The upper cock was clearly larger, but the lower cock was not what anyone would call small. His plump pair of balls hung ripe and a little overlarge between his muscular thighs.
    She couldn’t catch her breath. She’d known he had a pair; she’d felt them slamming into her, over and over ... Bloody Fate, he’d had that top one up her ass? A shiver shook her even as a spat of moist heat flooded her core.
    Sobehk’s chuckle echoed loudly in the small glass chamber. “Like what you see?”
    Fallon looked up at Sobehk’s grinning face in complete shock. She couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
    “You really had no idea until I fucked you?”
    Completely speechless, Fallon shook her head.
    Sobehk shook his head, his mouth open wide in amusement. His long teeth gleamed. “Chaos, you should see your face.”
    Fallon jerked as though struck. He was laughing at her, the bastard ...
    He waved his hand. “Come over here and hold onto the rail. It’s going to take a lot of hard scrubbing to get all that filth off of you.”
    “I can bathe myself, thank you.”
    Sobehk snorted. “Bathing yourself is not the point of this little exercise.” He pointed at the rail by his side. “Do it.”
    Fallon jerked her gaze away from his ... extremities and walked over to where he stood, tall, pale and intimidating. He seemed to fill the whole shower with his big masculine presence. She ducked her head, chafing that she felt so small, helpless, feminine, and dirty standing under him. She turned away from him and wrapped her hands around the chrome rail that was just a bit higher than her waist. A shimmer went through her augmentation and her hands locked around the bar. She flinched. “So what is the point of all this?”
    “The point is ...” He leaned over her. “That you are mine to do with as I please, and at this moment, it pleases me to bathe you.”
    She was bitterly aware that the cuffs on her wrists gave him control of her body. And she was trapped on a small ship in deep space. He had all the advantages. For now.
    Deliciously hot water sluiced over her from neck to toes. She moaned before she could stop herself. Black grime pooled at her feet and ran down the center drain. She hated being filthy.
    “Tilt your head back and close your eyes.” He sprayed her head down, soaking her hair. “Hasn’t anyone ever bathed you before?”
    Fallon shook the water from her cheeks. “No.”
    “No one?” Sobehk frowned as he attached the nozzle to the side wall, letting the water spray down over her back, rather than directly in her face. “Not even your parents or a lover?”
    Fallon stared at her hands. “I didn’t exactly have parents.” Her parents were a vague memory of people who shouted -- and left. Her childhood had consisted of a windowless steel institution, with hours spent strapped to a couch, downloading crap she would never use. They called it education.
    “You must have had at least one lover bathe you?” He pulled the soap dispenser from the wall and reached down to snag a cloth from the floor.
    “No.” Lovers were few and infrequent. Encounters