Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
As I tried to figure out how to ask him to repeat his answer using different words, he picked me up and carried me out of the playroom. We’d talked about going to my grown-up bedroom earlier but we hadn’t made it that far.
So what was he doing?
“Humans require bedtime routines to shift their biological rhythms.” He made the announcement like he was teaching me about puppies. “You shall explain your current routine and then we will adapt it going forward.”
Current routine?
Oh, bedtime routine.
I needed more working brain cells before we negotiated anything.
“Well, I don’t have much of a routine.” I knew he didn’t like that answer when he sighed dramatically and shook his head.
I still hadn’t figured out what he’d been watching on TV, but it’d given him some fascinating human mannerisms.
“Um, but we can work on that together.” It was probably a good idea and necessary if I was going to have a Daddy around all the time.
Human Doms liked routines and it seemed that alien ones were very similar.
It was kind of cute actually.
But Daddy was still shaking his head and looking at me like I’d been careless with the butter knife again. “Yes, a structured routine is something we will work on together. I will have a proposal for us to discuss at length after your work concludes tomorrow.”
At length?
Somehow that felt like it was a warning about how extensive his plan was going to be.
“I can just get a shower if I get…well, sticky and then brush my teeth. That’s a good routine.” Right? “Sometimes I read before bed.”
I wasn’t going to point out that it was erotica.
Daddy had very firm opinions about what should go in a little’s head and I’d already done enough damage on that during my bath earlier.
As he carried me through the bedroom and into my bathroom, he nodded approvingly. “Yes, reading is a highly encouraged bedtime activity. It promotes relaxation.”
Well, at least he hadn’t said it was supposed to have educational aspects to it.
“I like relaxing.” That seemed safe to encourage. Hopefully. “How often are you going to do my bedtime routine with me?”
I thought that was a pretty good way to ask how often he was planning on staying over, but he went all stiff and squirmy before changing the subject. “We must discuss your current routine for now. Would you prefer a bath or a shower? Humans have very specific bathing preferences.”
Because we were fascinating creatures.
“A shower, Daddy Wright.” Giving up on the question that’d clearly made him nervous…because he wasn’t supposed to lie to his little but he knew better than to give me the real answer…I rested my head on his shoulder as he moved us around the room. “Baths are for little time.”
Or sexy time, but I was kind of sexied out for at least a few minutes.
Daddy was thorough when he put his mind to something.
“I will remember that preference, my Dane.” Daddy didn’t seem to see the need to put me down as he turned on the shower and moved us around the room. He peeked in cabinets and looked at every hygiene product he could find, reading labels and mulling over them.
I loved that he didn’t even try to hide how curious he was about his little human.
Yep, he’d read some kind of care and feeding book and now he was working his way down a mental checklist.
“My little human, you have products designed for play and products designed to invigorate but none to aid in relaxation.” Daddy was back to shaking his head as he finally set me down on the ground. “That is easily remedied, however. Humans place value on being able to get any product delivered in a timely manner.”
Yep, we liked delivery.
Before I could agree with him or ask what he was planning on buying, he steered me toward the shower. “Do you require significant amounts of physical space to enjoy bathing?”
Huh?
I must’ve looked confused because as he walked me into the shower, he tried again. “Some humans find small spaces to be unpleasant when filled. Your bathing space fits the requirement to be defined as a small space.”
His vague gesture toward the shower finally made me realize what he was talking about. But before I could find the words to respond, he kept going. “I can remain outside the shower and still aid in bathing you, however, I was attempting to verify your needs.”
Oh.
Communication. Right.
“I don’t get…claustrophobic doesn’t seem like the right word…um, bad squished.” God. “I like being snuggled up next to you.”
Wait, had he been asking if I wanted to shower by myself?
That didn’t seem right because even though he was standing outside the shower, he was still turning me around and steering me into the spray to wet my hair. Maybe he really had just been talking about not wanting to squish me?