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)
Yep, we were just fun like that.
“I like exploring pleasure with you, Daddy Wright.” That very earnest confession had him sliding two small tentacles up under my shirt so he could play with my nipples.
The way he plucked at them had me moaning and desperately trying to arch up for more. That didn’t work. My wiggling did, however, make him chuckle. “You are delightful, my Dane.”
I wasn’t sure if it was because of my ineffectual struggle or if it had something to do with the desire he kept sending through me. Either way, I loved that I made him happy. And I loved how that happiness made him want to play with me more.
As his body seemed to almost be sucking on my nipples, he thought that was the best time to start a conversation. “Have you researched our physical bodies, my Dane?”
I wasn’t so distracted that I missed the big neon sign flashing caution, but I was too distracted to care. “No, Daddy Wright.”
His low, happy sound did crazy things to me, but it was the way he tightened his hold on me even more that had subspace peeking out from the back of my head. “We have many ways to provide pleasure to humans. We have much more control over our physical forms and can lengthen and stiffen our muscles to adapt to many needs.”
The way one thin tentacle inched inside my ass, barely big enough for me to register until it started making what felt like circles over my prostate, proved his point. “Oh…I…”
Words weren’t quite working, but his satisfied sound said he knew I was enjoying his touch. “Yes, my Dane. Your body responds well to gentle stimulation.”
Understatement of the year.
“We must also have discussions about other types of pleasure.” Until he kept going, I didn’t realize he meant we were going to talk about it right then. “Controlling your movements is something we both find enjoyable. However, what about more intense forms of pleasure?”
Intense?
It was one of the more easily worded questions he’d asked me and I was grateful for that, but I wasn’t sure what he meant.
“I need…” Fuck, I needed to be able to think but I wasn’t going to ask for that…he might give it to me. “What do you mean?”
It was either going to be a spectacularly stupid question or a dangerously erotic one…but the delight in his voice didn’t help me decide which.
He decided to show rather than tell.
Pinching my nipples, he gave them both wonderful tugs that sent sparks of pain through me. It wasn’t anywhere near my limit and sent a cascade of pleasure through me as he gently caressed them again. “Pain, my Dane. Human submissives are often said to enjoy painful pleasures.”
Fuck.
Yeah.
Okay, it’d been stupid and erotic. “I like pain.”
The honest answer had him making a low laugh. “I am glad to see your mind and body are in agreement, my Dane.”
He was cute even when he was being a dick.
Before I could figure out a response that wasn’t too cheeky, he went back to his questions. “What forms of painful pleasure do you enjoy?”
Fuck.
“I don’t know.” Words. Had to give him words or this could go all kinds of fucked up. “I haven’t played with it much. I know…I know I like being spanked and I liked what you just did with my nipples. I…I don’t know anything else right now. Lists. There are lists online.”
Yes, we’d do lists later.
“That is a very good idea, my Dane.” The pat on the head he gave me had a sweet happiness flooding through me, but the way he rewarded me with a rough thrust against my prostate gave me a whole nother form of pleasure.
“Humans are fascinating.” His words didn’t tell me what he’d sensed from me, but he was enjoying whatever it was.
“Let us experiment, my Dane.” Daddy Wright was definitely feeling confident about giving his human pleasure because there wasn’t a hint of caution in his voice. “You will articulate very clearly your feelings on this new type of pleasure.”
Huh?
I didn’t know if I would’ve asked enough questions or not—probably not—but he kept going before I could do more than process the words.
Lightning.
I didn’t have any other word for it. One minute he had the desire in me humming along at the perfect pace where I could almost think but I was still sliding toward subspace, and the next my orgasm exploded out of me as fireworks went off in me.
In one split second, he’d tossed me right over the edge of the cliff and into a volcano's worth of desire. Just the aftershocks and memory of the overwhelming sensation had my orgasm going longer than any I’d ever felt before.
Even when there wasn’t an ounce of cum left in me, I could still feel the crazy sensation of the dry orgasm wringing the last bits of pleasure from me. Eventually, it faded, leaving me exhausted, slightly confused, and marveling.