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)
Magic.
I wished everyone had tentacles so they could do all the stuff, but I was pretty sure I’d just do naughty stuff if I had all those hands.
Was that why humans only had two?
We’d get into trouble if we had more.
“Your logic is fascinating, my little human, but I am going to sternly suggest that thinking is over for the night.” Daddy curled me up on my side and brought the bottle up to my mouth before I could pout and tell him I wasn’t too tired for thinking.
He was so fast.
“Good boy.” Sucking on my bottle got me more cuddles and he gave me a big smile. “Complete submission into your most youthful headspace will provide you with relaxation and comfort after such a long day.”
I liked sucking or I’d have pouted.
For some reason.
Yes, I liked pouting too.
But Daddy kept rocking me and that made my pout escape too.
He was so sneaky.
I kept forgetting that.
I forgot to keep my eyes open too but that was Daddy’s fault because one small tentacle stroked over my forehead. It was like a magic button that made my eyelids not work. Once I’d finished my bottle, I’d tell him that I was broken but I liked sucking.
I liked being rocked too.
Daddy knew that, so he took me back to my chair. “Adjustments to plans and schedules must be made to provide the best caretaking possible. We will watch cartoons another time. I am altering our agenda to gliding and playing age-appropriate music.”
Music?
Oh.
As Daddy snuggled me in the chair, the Sleeping Beauty music came on from his phone and he started us going back and forth. Between the sucking and the music and the snuggling, I gave up trying to make my eyelids work. “Yes, that is a good little human mate. You are safe with your Daddy and your mate and I will be a highly competent caretaker for you.”
I told myself I’d tell Daddy how good he was…after my bottle and…and after something else…
****
As soon as I rolled over and tried to figure out why I seemed to be stuck, the world tilted and I was floating.
It took a few seconds to remember Daddy but that was okay because he was still kind of new. “Daddy?”
Hopefully it was just Daddy and I hadn’t gotten abducted by new bad aliens.
That would suck and be kind of ironic considering how quickly I’d fallen for this one.
He made shushing sounds and patted my back as he carried me somewhere. “I must immediately take charge and give you the appropriate reminders that I am proud of you.”
It was too early for whatever he was trying to be nice about.
Wait.
Forcing one eye open, last night started to come back to me, and I knew why Daddy was panicking making sure that I didn’t panic.
Clearly, his book on taking care of human submissives had mentioned the wake-up and freak-out that sometimes happened.
It was really thorough research.
I didn’t think I needed him to be quite so take-charge and worried, though. But before I could figure that out, he ran a tentacle over my head and gave me a big smile.
“Good boy, little human, you slept all night and are now refreshed as planned, and will calmly allow me to continue your intimate care.” He’d charged right back in like it was all really important, but it was way too early to start sorting through what he meant. “You were even helpful enough to begin waking up before your alarm, so we have additional time in your schedule for an appropriate wakeup routine.”
Somehow that meant he was going to plop us down in the glider again.
And he had a bottle.
With coffee.
The caretaking book had gone slightly wonky with this one, but I wasn’t going to argue with anything that got me a caffeine delivery first thing in the morning.
“I have adapted the suggested routine for your safety and chemical dependency, my Dane.” Daddy seemed to know I wasn’t little, but he still slipped the nipple of the bottle between my lips and started gliding us back and forth.
I gave up trying to sort through the weirdness and just closed my eyes as I enjoyed my iced coffee. It really wasn’t a bad way to wake up and I was about a quarter of the way through my coffee before I realized I was still in my diaper and I had to pee.
Oh.
A new routine.
Was he bribing me with coffee to use my diaper without worrying?
Sneaky Daddy.
But he was Daddy and my Dom and my mate…and he was doing his best to start our day off right. It was kind of cute and I really couldn’t panic when he’d planned it out so thoroughly. How had he found so much time to plot and plan?
Hmm, I was going to have to ask if he slept like a human because I couldn’t remember him actually sleeping.