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)
Yep, luckily for me I fainted.
“You made a wonderful first impression.” I was going to have to remind myself of how cute he was when he did something like try to carry me forever because I sprained an ankle or something. “I liked waking up to you carrying me.”
I was such an idiot.
“And you did very good at explaining what was happening so I didn’t worry.” Looking back, he’d probably been just a bit stressed that I’d pull a human and lose my shit. “Thank you for that, Master.”
Oh, he liked that.
His limbs tightened and one smaller tentacle worked its way lower on my back and started caressing my ass. “You are welcome, my Theo.”
Making slow circles over it, he pressed me tighter against his body as the tip of his tentacle teased around my hole. “You are also a very good boy for using your manners.”
It seemed like good boys got good rewards from their Masters.
Chapter 7
All I could do was moan as his tentacle started shallowly fucking me as the rest of his limbs kept up the sweeter hugs he’d been giving me. “I believe the educational technique of rewarding appropriate behavior will be the most beneficial to use with you, my submissive. It would be counterintuitive to use pain-based behavior modification.”
Couldn’t spank me into being a good boy.
Yep, probably not, but I’d sure come a lot.
I nodded against him and managed to push enough of the growing desire to the back of my head that I could respond in words. “I’m…I’m reward motivated and I like…I like making you happy.”
He seemed to understand that, but with the whole alien and not human thing, I figured it was best to be very clear about it.
“Then I shall be well-defined in regard to rewards and happiness.” The thin tentacle in me started to thicken. “Your submission as you received pleasure was highly…it provided significant happiness.”
Hmm.
He’d paused a bit too long.
Rubbing my cheek against his torso, I tried to find a few wandering brain cells. “It’s okay if you don’t know the words for something, Master.”
Rocking onto the best butt plug I’d ever experienced, I kissed along the area where one of his larger tentacles met in what would’ve been his shoulder if he were human. “You speak English incredibly well and I always know what you mean.”
His quiet lack of response said he didn’t agree with me, but he didn’t keep it up for long. “Verbal communication is important for human interactions. I am also not used to being…diseducated…no.”
I wasn’t sure if giving him the word was the right response or not, but I hated hearing him so frustrated. “Uneducated. I can understand why you used dis, though.”
English was weird.
“Your language is precise and yet not.” He let out a breathy sound, something like a huff and it almost sounded like he was pouting. “I have the ability to understand why our language professionals advised we learn it without agreeing with their decision.”
He clearly hadn’t liked English and had wanted to learn something else.
I’d have laughed if it wouldn’t have upset him…and then there was the whole plugged thing.
“We don’t like it either most of the time.” We had a lot of words that meant the same thing but didn’t really mean the same thing. “But I think it will get easier with more practice.”
Had he said how long he’d been speaking English?
Probably not.
We were missing a lot of the stuff people picked up in small talk because we hadn’t done any.
“I’m not sure how to phrase this or even what question I should ask but how long have you been…how long have you not been the captain?” Yeah, English was a bitch at the best of times. Was retired the right word? Unemployed? “I think I’m trying to understand where you’re at in the get to know humans part of life here.”
That wasn’t much better but his quiet sounds said he understood the question.
“One of your months. I have realized my education is lacking but finding humans to interact with for educational purposes has been difficult.” Something in his words made me sit up and I saw him frowning. “I do not understand where some of the difficulties appeared, but I cannot get past the asking for coffee stage.”
Oh.
His entire body felt frustrated but that was probably because he was tense. “I do not understand why conversations must start there. I do not like that liquid.”
Oops.
“Um, that’s usually a regular human’s way of asking if you’re interested in dating them.” He went even more rigid and even the one in my ass felt weird. But I did my best to ignore all that and just focused on my confused…boyfriend.
“When we meet someone we think we might want to get to know on a more personal level, we hint and ask questions to see if the other person is interested in dating or something like that.” It seemed like all his social instructions had been geared toward talking to subs.