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soft, smooth skin and gentle curves that now haunted my mind? The heat and need I'd felt was similar to the heat and need I'd felt in the bath before Syra's arrival. That heat had been wonderful, intoxicating with Sir Jiat, but with Syra, it hadn't been right . "It wasn't what I'd thought it would be. I would rather not do it again and disappoint Syra."
    Sir Jiat stroked down my back again, tender and sweet. The touch thrilled me. "All right." He smiled at me. "Should you find yourself in need, tell me, understood?"
    I curled up at his feet, and he continued to pet me. "I understand."
    "Would you like me to read to you?"
    Warmth filled me. "Yes, please, Master." I closed my eyes, and his voice rumbled around me, deep and true. As I drifted in and out, barely hearing the story he read to me, I knew I was truly safe. My desire was mine, kept buried inside me, my own special love for my master, and I was content with that. That night, my dreams were quiet, still, and I slept as I hadn't in a long, long time.

Chapter Four
    By the time fall had come to the city, I'd settled into a routine in which I thrived. Once a week, Sir Jiat took me to a different home where he would meet with other Felines and Canines while I played in the dying heat of summer. I always spent time with the same pets: Victoria, Mar, David, Jill, Shale, Nadia, and Cal. Today, though, we didn't go out. Hosanna busied herself around Sir Jiat's home, cleaning every surface until it sparkled, and then cooked up a banquet of delicious smelling foods. Sir Jiat saw to me himself. That happened more and more. My weekly baths had once been handled by Hosanna, but now Sir Jiat bathed me.
    "Are we not going to Lady Hyra's home?" I asked as he rinsed my hair. The questions came easier with each passing day, and I reveled in the freedom.
    Sir Jiat shook his head. "No. We will go to Lady Hyra's home in two weeks' time. Today, everyone is coming here. It's why Hosanna has been so busy with preparations."
    Excitement bubbled in me. We were going to have guests! A handful of months ago, that would have terrified me, but now I was all but bouncing in the bath. "Where will all the pets go?"
    "It's much too cold for you all to play outside, and I know my courtyard is not nearly as nice as those who have more gold than I, so everyone will remain inside. Hosanna has cleaned out that third bedroom, leaving it clear for you all to play with the toys in there." Sir Jiat drained the tub and reached for a towel. "Come now." He smiled at me, his amber eyes glittering pleasantly. "Time for grooming."
    Grooming was my favorite activity with Sir Jiat. Well, aside for the nights when he'd let me lay my head in his lap so he could pet me as he read aloud. Those were the best times. The grooming was a close second. I stood on a mat that absorbed all the extra water that dripped from me as Sir Jiat's hands moved over me with the towel. From head to toe, he dried me with gentle touches, and I lamented yet again that I couldn't purr like the Felines. Still, I smiled, remaining still for him. When every drop of water had been soaked up, Sir Jiat picked up the jar of sweet smelling oils I loved so much. The scent of olive and orange, bright and sharp, filled the steamy air as he began to rub it into my skin. Feet to ankles. Ankle to calves. Calves to knees and thighs. This was the hardest part for me. His large hands, the pads of his fingers and palms so soft, moving over my oil-slicked skin was so erotic that it took all I had to keep from growing hard.
    I used to think that once he passed my balls, cock, and ass that the arousal would die. That it would be easier. But even his hands on my back or stomach would make lust rise up inside me, twist my insides up. Sir Jiat had to know. There was no way that my scent remained the same, that he didn't feel the tension singing in my muscles under his hands. Still, he never brought attention to my struggles, never made me flush with shame by pointing out