My Little Human – The New Neighbors Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: Alien, BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
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I loved being Daddy’s good boy.

But every time I tried to tell him, he’d wrap another tentacle around me and soon the only thing that could move was my dick…and all it wanted to do was wave at him and beg for attention. Even my brain seemed trapped in my head because it felt wonderfully heavy and slow as Daddy’s limbs rippled over me again.

“Your enjoyment of my tentacles provides much satisfaction, my Dane.” Daddy sounded almost like my enjoyment gave him some kind of desire-like pleasure, but I wasn’t thinking straight enough to figure out how to even ask a question about it.

I managed another moan but that was mostly automatic because he’d flicked the head of my cock with the tip of one thinned-out tentacle and sparks fired through me. He held me so tight, I couldn’t reach for him or even shake, so it felt like he’d trapped the incredible sensations inside me too.

It made me feel even more helpless and that just made my dick beg even more.

Daddy liked that, though.

He smiled as he sweetly caressed the head of my dick and then gave it another smack that had me gasping and my eyes nearly rolling back in my head it was so good. “I have continued studying more about the human submissive's desire for painful pleasures. Your internet provides education on many different techniques.”

Yay for the internet?

“But do not worry, my Dane.” Daddy gave me another light smack that had me desperately trying to thrust up against him. “I have consulted with Aristotle and Evan about appropriate safety measures and have confirmed my knowledge of human pain tolerances in relation to your preferences.”

Good grief.

We were going to have to talk about who he was oversharing with but that could wait until after I’d orgasmed…at least a few times…and after I’d sent Evan flowers for being so helpful.

Another flick of his tentacle over my slit had my breath getting caught in my lungs but it also almost made me come. For a second, I worried about the mixed signals I was probably sending but Daddy just hummed pleasantly, and I realized he had several tentacles wrapped around pulse points.

He was smart.

Or maybe Evan was smart?

Someone else probably deserved flowers too, but I wasn’t going to figure out who until after I’d exploded and Daddy had put me back together. He must’ve sensed the point where I decided nothing else mattered because the painful pleasure came faster and he even spread my legs to spank right over my hole.

Then he decided to up his game.

Whip-like tentacles flicked over my nipples and my dick and my hole in lightning-fast succession and soon it was coming so quickly, all I could do was let the pleasure and pain sweep through me like fire. It might’ve been five minutes or it could’ve been an hour, but just as it got to be too good and was almost too much, I tried to cry out but nothing was working like it should. Daddy was magic, though. He thrust a thicker tentacle into me and nailed my prostate in one smooth motion.

Describing my orgasm as fireworks would’ve been an understatement.

The only reason I knew I didn’t die and come back to life was because Daddy wasn’t worried. Nope. He was so pleased with himself that he was nearly floating and his excitement sparked my mind that time.

As a few brain cells clumped together again, I wondered if he knew he should not talk to people at work about how good he was at giving me orgasms.

“You are a wonderful submissive human for trusting your Daddy and mate.” His limbs stroked over me and he was looking at me with such pride, I knew I’d been worried about the wrong thing.

He was going to tell everyone what a good sub he had.

Shoot.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Wiggling just enough to get him to relax his restraining hold and shift me to the cuddling hold, I snuggled into his torso and kissed his chest.

It was the only part I could reach but it worked and got a soft, happy sound from him. “Daddy? Did Evan and Aristotle explain to you that with most regular human jobs you can’t talk about what a good submissive you have at home?”

His disappointed and slightly dramatic sigh sent relief flooding through me.

“Yes, my Dane.” He seemed dejected to have to admit it. “Humans have curious expectations around privacy and mates. I will not mention spankings or little time or submission at work.”

He wasn’t done pouting yet but I was just glad he wasn’t going to brag about my orgasm at work. “I find I am being subjected to the uncomfortable emotion of jealousy. Aristotle is allowed to show off his mate at work in a variety of ways.”

Daddy was pouting that we weren’t doing porn?


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