Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Oh.
Um.
“You…you don’t mind the physical part, right?” That wasn’t what I should’ve asked but it was what came out, so I tried not to have a heart attack.
“Human pleasures are very…potent. I will be a good provider of sexual pleasures.” He must’ve thought seeing was believing because the tentacle that’d been slowly caressing my ass gave it a firm pat that wasn’t quite a spank but was just enough to have my imagination flaring to life. “Yes, I will provide excellent physical pleasures.”
It finally occurred to me that as a leader of his people he was probably the Type-A of Type-A people.
He was going to be more trouble than dating a scientist.
Damn it.
How had I done this to myself?
“I…” There was no reasonable response to what I thought he was saying or doing, so my brain kind of turned off. “I like physical pleasures.”
Especially since it seemed like he was going to keep me.
I had a Dom.
Pushing away all the logical issues with how we’d gotten to this point, I focused on the way he was holding me and how he wanted to be a good caretaker for me, and he obviously wanted to spank me.
Evidently, good Doms spanked because he did it again, and when I moaned and hid against his body, he chuckled for the first time. “Yes, good boy, my Theo. You must turn to your Dom for comfort during stressful sexual pleasures.”
There was a crazy mix of desire and submission and embarrassment running through me but the soft, pleased sounds Jerker kept making said he was thoroughly enjoying whatever he was sensing from me. “Good boy.”
Giving me another firm spank, his limbs tightened around me in a wavelike motion that was soothing and arousing. Without thinking about it, I tried to rock and rub against his tentacles, but he kept me firmly in place. “Consent is important in human domination-based relationships. I have been made aware of that very clearly.”
Damn it.
Someone had told him we had to talk about shit.
“I consent.” Yes, that was clear. “I consent. Green.”
Fuck.
“That means I’m good.” Had anyone told him about safewords?
“Safewords. Yes, good boy.” I got another head pat and I could hear almost parental-like pride in his voice “Those are very important to humans.”
Part of me wanted to laugh, but I nodded and did my best not to do anything that would distract him. “Yes…they’re…they’re part of human communication in…in domination-based relationships.”
“Because humans are not able to discern enough information based on nonverbal data.” His smiling, matter-of-fact tone sounded like he’d read it in a book.
And one that he thought was cute…or something close to that.
“However, humans do not always have the ability to process known information accurately when their hormones are…adjusting.”
We didn’t think when we were horny.
He wasn’t wrong but I didn’t want either of us thinking at the moment.
“Your increased desire has made it difficult for your brain to keep track of important information.” Giving my bottom one more light spank, he shifted me around on his lap until I was sitting up on two of his larger limbs. “Without clear consent, human rules dictate I must not provide sexual pleasures in public.”
Looking around the employee lounge, he had a thoughtful expression on his face. “This may be considered public. I am not certain of that fact when it comes to how humans see privacy, but on my ship, I would consider this…what is the word…half public?”
“Semi-public. But half works.” Shit.
Crashing my face into his torso, I sighed before straightening. “Yes, this is at least semi-public and we shouldn’t be doing…sexual stuff in here.”
I’d started to just give a euphemism, but decided at the last minute he wasn’t the kind of guy I should be vague with.
“I am pleased I understood human customs in that regard.” One smaller limb stroked over my head and it took me a second to realize his nubs were fixing my hair. “Social etiquette seems to indicate that we participate in the ritual consumption of food before we can leave.”
He didn’t seem pleased with that idea either, but as the captain-ish person, I was pretty sure he’d gone to a lot of events he’d wished he didn’t have to.
“Yeah, you’re right.” And logically, I knew I should get to know him more before I asked him to spank me.
An hour would be enough time for that, right?
“Then we can have privacy and…” How should I say it? “Um, and explore domination-based pleasures?”
Hmm, being clear was important.
“And I would like to be spanked.” Yes, I couldn’t die of embarrassment if he needed the words to be confident.
I was his first human…well, it seemed like his first human anything. And since their submission was complete and kind of crazy-sounding, I told myself again that communication was going to be very important.
“To some human submissives, spankings provide a combination of pain and control-based caretaking, as in boundary setting and punishments.” His Humans for Dummies tone made me want to smile. “To other humans, it provides pleasure, pain, and invokes control-based caretaking that has a happy, owned undertone.”