Making Chloe Mine (Part 2) [M/F, breeding, friends to lovers, semi-noncon, impregnation, milking, caretaking, gentledom, slow burn, bath scene, fingering, softcore]

**Note from the author:**

Hey folks, my name is Aiden. This is my first time writing an erotic story (so keep that in mind.) The story alternates POV between Oliver and Chloe per chapter. If you notice any spelling or grammar mistakes, notify me and I will fix them.

**Summary:**

In this chapter, Oliver pampers Chloe in the bath, only to be shocked at his advances.

**Part 2: Almost Done (Chloe’s Perspective)**

I sink into the cozy embrace of Oliver’s sandalwood-scented “cloud bed.” That’s what I call it at least. An absurd number of pillows, comforters, and blankets engulf me.

A few years back, he had inherited this huge cabin after his grandfather passed away. The old man had studied the Buddhist tradition, so the house was a strange mix of Pacific Northwest charm and the auspicious feel of a Buddhist monastery.

Shadows from the Japanese maple outside dance across the white fabric as the sound of wind chimes swirls around my ears. My whole body was dipped in a blend of peace and safety.

Hazy memories from the chaos of last night’s hospital trip drift past me. Oliver’s warm hands carefully running over my skin. The feeling of hot tingly comfort as I lay on his chest, and then *something else*. The memory of Oliver’s naked butt running to the bathroom breaks through my daydream. I sniff the air and the salty smell of cum assaults me.

*What the heck?*

I gasp and clap my hand over my mouth. An uncontrollable wave of laughter bursts over me.

*He had a wet dream! How adorable-*

Oliver runs into the room in his typical jinbei-style shorts and shirt. His eyes are wild with worry. “Chloe, what’s wrong? Is it hurting? Do you need some more painkillers?” he spits out in a flurry.

My cute best friend stood there with his fists clenched into tight balls, slightly panting. His shaggy long brown hair was an absolute wreck.

“You came in your sleep last night, didn’t you! Pervert!” I mock playfully, throwing my head back in a fit of laughter.

His shoulders slump and he turns away. A tight knot of dread forms in my stomach.

“Did I go too far? It’s not bad or anything; if anything, it’s normal.”

Suddenly he perks up and whips around. With green eyes fixated on me, he flashes a devilish smile. I suddenly feel exposed in only his T-shirt.
“And?” he taunts, and stubbornly lifts his chin up.

Something had changed in him. He grabs the ends of the comforter and proceeds to tug. “Come on, I need to wash the bedding and we should take a shower. I got a waterproof cast cover. You smell awful.”

I desperately cling to the comforter, now suddenly aware of my lack of underwear. My hands shoot down to my exposed pussy and I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment. The sound of his stomping footsteps inch closer.

My eyes fly open in acknowledgement of what he just said.

“Shower?” I spit out in disbelief.

“You’re covered in mud Chloe. You want a bath instead?” he questions in an exacerbated tone.

Before I can even get a word out of my mouth, he scoops me up into his arms and sits me on the edge of the large bathtub. Turning the water on, he pours some coconut bubble-bath in with the stream of water and opens the window. The reflections of sunlight decorate his face and he squints in a fit of grumpiness.

*I’d never done this with anyone one before. The most I’d ever let anyone see was at the beach, in a one-piece.*

He grabs a hairbrush from the counter and holds my chin in his big hands. With mindful precision, he begins brushing out the tangles and bits of leaves from my hair. I sigh in relief.

*It’s just Oliver.*

“I was worried about you, you know?” he says as his hands silently work.

I nod, unable to get any words out of my mouth. The sensation of his hands running through my hair is so heavenly, I can’t help but let out an almost inaudible moan.

He smiles in response to my embarrassing outburst. “Feels that good, huh?”

My cheeks flush at the blatant humiliation.

Oliver turns the tap off and slides my injured ankle through the cast cover. He instructs me to lift my arms up and I feel his gentle hands accidentally graze the sides of my boobs as the T-Shirt is removed. Next, he steps out of his clothes and stands in front of me with only his boxers on. I gulp, avoid glancing at his crotch, and giggle.

“Now we’re even, okay?” he chides and cranes his neck to look at my eyes.

“No, you have underwear on.”

He ignores my comment and lifts me up once again. Our bare skin touching feels agonizingly intimate. I suppose I’ve noticed his body before, but it always felt wrong to really *look*. Here, in his arms, I can’t tear my eyes away. His elegant neck and broad shoulders have a kind of regal air to them. Our friends always call him “Oliver, Chloe’s butler,” after all. He is downright handsome, there’s no denying it. I’d never let myself see him in this way before, but now that I had it was impossible to stop.

He lowered me down and for some reason I began shrieking and wiggling around like a cat being forced to take a bath. As usual, he ignores my complaints and lathers up a big loofa. In this awkward position, my one injured ankle lay on the side of the bath which meant my legs were spread wide. I prayed the bubbles wouldn’t move and reveal what lay underneath.

I’m shocked by his sense of purpose, as he picks up each limb and washes it with deliberation. He even took the time to wash my hair! Despite being completely naked in front of someone for the first time since I was little, he makes me feel safe and relaxed. Closing my eyes, I sink into his pampering touch. That was, until I felt the palms of his hands run over my nipples.

*Was that an accident? Should I pretend I didn’t feel it?*

It happens again and heat rushes to my chest. He doesn’t spend much time there though and streams his hands up along the sides of my neck, massaging it gently.

*Where did the loofa go? Should I open my eyes? Fuck, what are you doing Oliver?*

In all the time I’d known him, I never thought he was attracted to me. He’s always treated me like a little sister. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m ugly, or is at least disgusted by the thought of being with me in that way.

“I’m almost done,” he affirms and continues to wash the rest of my body.

I unwind as the tension seems to die down. Just as I feel my muscles completely relax, his palm glides over my inner thighs until his hand is cupping my pussy. I feel my mouth drop open as I take a sharp breath in. His middle finger delicately traces both sides of my labia, thoroughly “washing” me. I’m frozen in a state of disbelief. There was no way-

*Is he really just washing me? Am I stupid, or is he rubbing my pussy right now?*

“Almost done…” he whispers, nearly growling.

He gently rolls my clit between his thumb and index finger until I shift my hips up involuntarily. I hear his breathing speed up, but don’t open my eyes.

*If I open my eyes right now, will this end?*

That terrible, desperate need from deep inside of me wells up and I want to scream for him to fuck me. At this point, my thoughts turn into incoherent mush as he works me towards an orgasm.

“Mmmmm, almost done…” he reassures me again. His voice sounds like smooth caramel and pushes me towards the edge of an orgasm.

Even through the water, I feel the slickness from my pussy on his fingers. He follows my wetness to the source and then continues to trail downwards. The disappointment from losing his touch on my clit crushes me.

Suddenly, I come to my senses and open my eyes.

*That’s my butthole!*

Oliver’s cheeks are rosy, and his ravenous expression makes me want to squirm away.

I part my lips to beg him to stop but he interrupts me.

“Shhhh, almost done love. Just hang on.”

He grins and chuckles as his fingers softly work around the rim and I hold my breath, so that no sound escapes from me. I’m stunned at his boldness. Yes, he usually teases me but in a “you’re so weird,” way. If we cuddle, it’s always innocent and with clothes on.

*Did that just happen? Did he just rub my butthole? What is going on?*

I want to laugh at the sheer strangeness of it all, but he removes his hand and smirks.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks and begins to drain the water. As the bubbles retreat, he takes the detachable nozzle and runs the warm water over my skin until I’m completely exposed. Wordlessly, he wraps me in a towel and begins to blow dry my hair. The rest of my body is dry, but the wetness of my pussy is sandwiched between my thighs.

*I want him. I want Oliver to touch me more.*

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