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"Not yet," he said, his voice strained but firm. One hand moved between us, finding the sensitive spot at the base of my cock. "Show me how good you can be for me. How perfectly you can obey."

My entire body trembled with the effort of holding back, muscles straining, pleasure coiling tighter with each passing second. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, not from pain but from the overwhelming intensity of sensation combined with the desperate need to please him.

Just when I thought I couldn't hold on another moment, when the pleasure had built to something that threatened to tear me apart, O'li leaned forward and whispered against my ear, "Now, little pup. Come for me now."

The permission broke something open inside me. Release crashed through my body, stealing my breath and vision for endless seconds. I was dimly aware of calling his name, of my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed over me again and again. Through it all, O'li held me steady, his hands keeping me from collapsing as he found his own release, his body shuddering against mine, filling me full.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing and the gentle lapping of water against the sides of the tub. I slumped forward, utterly spent, my forehead coming to rest against his shoulder. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as aftershocks rippled through both of us.

"So perfect," he murmured, one hand stroking down my back in long, soothing motions. "My good, obedient pup."

I nuzzled weakly against his neck, too exhausted for words but needing him to know how complete I felt in that moment.

Gradually, I became aware of the water cooling around us, of the shift in O'li's breathing as he returned to his usual composure. He moved carefully, easing our bodies apart. I winced slightly, oversensitive now, and his hands immediately gentled further.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he tilted my chin up to examine my face.

I shook my head, managing a drowsy smile. "No, Daddy. It was perfect. I'm just... feeling everything."

Relief softened his features, and he pressed his lips to my forehead. My body seemed to mold itself to his automatically, finding the perfect fit that came from years of such intimacy.

O'li eventually shifted beneath me, his arms flexing to lift me from the water. "Up," he said, his voice gentle but brooking no argument. "We'll get cold if we stay here."

The bathwater sloshed as I let him pull me upright, my legs wobbly and useless for a moment. He stood, water cascading down his body in rivulets, and wrapped a towel around my shoulders before securing another around his own waist.

He guided me to the shower alcove, set apart from the rest of the bathroom by a living curtain of trailing plants. Once inside, he pulled the towel from my shoulders and discarded his own before turning on the water. It came down hot and heavy, washing away the last traces of the bath.

O'li held me under the spray, his hands moving with care, rinsing my hair and gently cleaning my skin until no oil or soap remained. I leaned into him, letting the heat, the pressure of the water, and his presence strip away everything that wasn't bliss.

When he was satisfied, he turned off the water and lifted me out of the shower. He dried me with the softest towel, and I couldn't stop smiling, that post-orgasmic glow filling me up and leaking out in giggles and little happy noises.

He dried himself next, then draped a fresh towel around my shoulders and guided me back toward the sleeping area. I stumbled, still shaky from the bath and everything that followed, but he caught me before I could fall, scooping me up with a laugh.

"You're barely standing, little one," he said, settling me onto the edge of the bed.

I hid my face in the towel, my words muffled but audible. "I'd do it all again, right now."

He joined me, sitting beside me on the mattress, then reached out to brush my damp hair away from my face. His hand lingered on my cheek, thumb stroking lightly.

"I love you," I said.

He leaned in. "I love you, too, little star. More than you know."

My eyes stung. I pressed my cheek to his chest, listening to the steady, slow beat of his heart.

Epilogue

The next morning, I discovered that O'li had framed my painting. I stopped so abruptly in the entrance to his laboratory that he nearly walked into me. "Daddy."

"Hm?"

I pointed. My masterpiece hung on the wall beside his workbench. One blue line. One. A single lonely stroke of blue paint across an enormous white canvas. O'li had placed it inside a dark green frame that probably cost more than every art supply in the daycare combined. It had even been positioned beneath one of the laboratory lights, illuminated like an important scientific achievement. I stared at it. Then at him. Then back at it.

"You framed it."

"Of course."

"Why?" I asked, feeling my chest a little tight. His brow ridge shifted slightly, as if the answer should have been obvious.