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, I knew exactly how he felt about going slow.
“I won’t do that to you, Master.” I wasn’t sure what he was picturing but it was torture to him. “But I need to get to know you and for you to get to know me before we move-in together.”
Humans just didn’t do that before they’d even had their first date, right?
The tentacle inside me sank deeper until the tip was finally teasing my prostate, making what felt like slow circles around it. I wasn’t sure if this was his way of pouting but I wasn’t going to discourage it even if it was making me crazy.
“I…” Fuck.
Giving up on words, I pressed my face against him and tried to rock back and forth, but his hold tightened again. Just having that one spot teased was almost torture, but the soft, soothing sounds he made as the pleasure almost faded into a buzzing at the back of my mind said he knew how good it felt.
“That is very good, my Theo. Submit and give yourself to me. Then we shall discuss navigating human dating rituals.” The tip went round and round as he patiently waited for me to submit…and probably to stop worrying.
Overthinking was my specialty but he made it impossible to keep up with trains of thought that were more complicated than tentacles good.
They were really good.
They could hold me tight.
They could fuck me.
They would jerk me off.
Then there was lightning.
Oh, and there were spankings.
“That is very good, my Theo.” The tentacles that were wrapped around me started to ripple in a soothing motion. “Good boy. Yes.”
Good boy.
Yes, good boys got good things when they had a Master with tenacles.
They were so much better than hands.
“There is nothing to fear. You are my mate but I will remember you are human.” The tip inside me made what felt like a “come here” kind of motion that sent sparks through me. “I will give you security and safe caretaking and pleasures to help you relax.”
Yes, that’s what mates did.
When they weren’t fucking their sub’s brains out.
“My goals can be accomplished while we explore the human concept of dating.” One tentacle started caressing right over the area he’d spanked earlier, pushing the memories back to the front of my mind. “We will see movies. We will attend events. You will tell me about your day. Then I will provide caretaking and pleasure.”
He made it sound so easy.
Nodding against him, I rubbed my cheek against his body before kissing along the top edge of a larger tentacle. “I…I’m going to like…that…”
I’d been trying to say something else but his tentacle started pulsing against my prostate and the thoughts vanished. “Yes…I’ll…”
“You will submit and allow your Master to give you pleasures.” There was something soothing in his voice that had me sinking deeper into the sensations he was pushing through me. “Then I will provide caretaking measures.”
The gentle way he said that didn’t give me any clues about what he was imagining. But that might’ve been because all my thoughts were centered around my ass and how incredibly tight he could hold me.
Not that I had enough strength left to fight him.
Even if that’d been the game, I couldn’t have moved a muscle. I’d never had a partner who could wear me out so thoroughly or who could make me feel so helpless.
Wonderfully helpless.
Wonderfully trapped.
Wonderfully teased.
Just as the world was going foggy again, my orgasm flowed through me like a deep wave sucking me under. All I could do was float along the undertow as he played with me, barely fucking me as he kept up the too gentle pleasure.
When it’d finally faded, his tentacle slipped out of me and his limbs were back to stroking over me. “Pleasure and caretaking. All you are required to do is submit, my Theo. I shall take care of everything else.”
With anyone else I’d have second-guessed what they were saying or how long the scene would last and I’d go back to being alone. But this was Jerker.
My Jerker.
And just maybe…my mate.
Chapter 8
I wasn’t even going to try to tell him that I could walk.
Even though I could walk.
It probably wasn’t a good idea to let him start carrying me, but he was being so sweet and I kind of liked the way he’d just taken charge and decided it was time to get me cleaned up. I didn’t have to worry about what should happen next or how to move the evening along.
Those were the hardest part of dating sometimes and not having to worry about them was almost as wonderful as being filled and spanked.
Almost as good.
I hadn’t been planning on explaining that since it sounded ridiculous, but as Master set me down in my small bathroom, I realized he seemed to have noticed. One tentacle came up to pet my head and he had a studious expression on his face. “Your level of submissive engagement adjusted. Please explain.”