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)
Back to smirking, Nicholas nodded as he looked around the restaurant where the groups were broken up at several long tables. “Yeah, it’s going pretty good so far. There’s no way of knowing how much is just horny and how much is hormones, but I think it’s a success.”
There was no reasonable response to that…and probably not a polite one either considering we were in a restaurant…so I just ignored the weird part. “I’m glad. At the very least, it seems like everyone made some new friends.”
And not just in the naughty, euphemism way.
When we’d first walked in, most people were standing around awkwardly like we were at a middle school dance, but as we were eating, everyone I could see around us was chatting and looked like they were having fun.
Of course, some people’s fun was naughtier than others.
I could see several tentacles that seemed to be wandering and more than a few blushing human faces.
Hmm, maybe Jerker was behaving himself better than I’d given him credit for.
“So, you moving in with the captain or is he moving in with you?” Nicholas was trying to keep a straight face but I could see he was thoroughly enjoying fucking with me.
“Our plan is to spend the evening together and we’ll go from there.” I was not even going to give Jerker any ideas that moving in together was something that humans did on the first date.
Especially since he’d gone very still on the other side of me.
“Then we’ll have to plan our next date. I’m looking forward to spending time with him.” His body slowly came back to life as another tentacled Dom on the other side of him leaned in close and whispered something to him, but it was the way one limb started petting my thigh again that made it clear he approved so far.
Just that tiny bit of approval went right to my head…both of them actually…and gave me confidence I wouldn’t normally feel considering we’d just met. “And I need to share my limits list with him while we have a conversation about it. Communication is important.”
Oh, he liked that too.
His tentacle went from patting my thigh to caressing my dick and I had to work at keeping my face neutral. “He’s already been very clear about what he’s thinking and I appreciate that.”
God, he was rewarding me when I said good things about him.
Was it a domination thing or a it made him happy thing?
Did it matter?
No.
Nicholas’s gaze dropped down to my lap but other than a faint smirk he didn’t give away what Jerker was doing to me. “Communication is very important and I’m glad you guys are planning on talking about limits.”
It wasn’t really a question but he raised one eyebrow.
So it was a question?
Oh.
“We’ve already addressed some things and I will remember everything you said about boundaries.” To remember that I needed them and not get railroaded by a sweet Dom.
He probably should’ve given me that lecture a few more times because Jerker was really sweet.
“That’s good.” Nicholas dropped his gaze to my lap again, barely shaking his head. “I’m slightly jealous of your conversations, though.”
That one sentence was enough to have Larry tune back in, and before I could blink, he had one tentacle playing with his sub’s dick as he went back to some kind of conversation on hormonal variations and how the university wouldn’t let him do sexual research.
Nicholas rolled his eyes and groaned. “I should think before I talk sometimes.”
“Yep.” My new goal in life was to think more than he did, but since I was also getting played with at the table, I didn’t have high hopes.
I did, however, have an interesting new friend and a hard-on that might kill me.
So…the night was definitely looking up.
****
“Human dating rituals regarding safety indicate that I must ask one additional time if you are comfortable with me entering your establishment.” Barely waiting a breath, he frowned. “I do not understand why that question must be repeatedly asked. You are highly communicative.”
Huh?
Jerker’s words took me a few seconds too long to answer, and it wasn’t until I could see that he was starting to worry that my brain took over.
“Yes, I’m comfortable with you coming into my apartment.” What else had he said? “Um, I think it’s to make sure that people who aren’t good at communicating are both agreeing with what will happen.”
Maybe?
“Some people don’t say what they mean and confusion happens.” Oh. “But I won’t do that to you.”
Even if it killed me.
God, if he wanted me to answer questions, he had to stop caressing me.
“We both understand communication and I won’t confuse you by saying one thing and meaning another. It’s not what a good BDSM relationship looks like either.” I had a feeling there was another sentence in the middle that would’ve connected the two ideas better, but one of his smaller tentacles was caressing my hip and it was so distracting.