Callisto: Bound to the Alien Commander |18+

Chapter 41

"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.