Shower Massage

As soon as the warm water hits my back, I feel Max’s hands deftly rub the bath oils into my skin. This isn’t completely what I had in mind when sharing the shower with him, but it is nice to be pampered like this. It reminds me of who I am and what I deserve to receive from those who worship me.

Though this isn’t exactly that.

Yes, Gods get pampered by hoards of men, women or whatever we fancy, but compared to all of those servants, this is different. This is nicer, more stimulating, and certainly more enjoyable and relaxing.

“This is so nice,” I murmur softly. How can Max feel so good compared to everyone else who was born to serve me? Or am I being arrogant in thinking I want him to do this to me and no one else?

“Really?” He asks, and I can hear the smile behind his words. It seems he enjoys pampering me as much as I enjoy being pampered. “I wasn’t sure if you’d like it,” he says, his vo