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)
“I like being your good boy.” That seemed like a safe admission that wouldn’t get me into too much trouble.
Agreeing with Daddy when my brain wasn’t working at full speed seemed dangerous.
He was so good at making taking over my life sound very practical and enjoyable. It was dangling all those cuddles and enjoyable associations in front of me that were going to have me agreeing with ridiculous things.
“You are a very good human submissive and a very sweet human little.” His gentle tone and touch made the cute words even sweeter. “I will give you many opportunities to be obedient and to earn praise.”
That wasn’t questionable at all.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I’d worry about it in the morning, though, since it didn’t seem like he was going anywhere.
“You are welcome, my little human.” Soap-slicked tentacles started massaging over me as Daddy scrubbed me with the bodywash he clearly didn’t think was bedtime appropriate.
It prompted my brain into working just a bit more and I ran my hand over his limb to steal some of the soap so I could return the favor. I had to admit, he was more dexterous than I was but part of that was just because his brain was working better.
Having more limbs made it easier too, but he seemed to like my cute hands wandering awkwardly over him. “Your preference for caretaking is showing, my Dane.”
Chuckling at the memory of making him a sandwich, I nodded. “I like taking care of you.”
I just needed to learn how to do that because so far all I really knew was he liked bossing me around and making sure I was safe. That didn’t seem to be enough to go on as far as being boyfriends went.
“Your thoughts have shifted, my little human.” It wasn’t really a question, but it felt like it should’ve been.
Knowing he didn’t understand the way my mind jumped from topic to topic, I snuggled into him and did the think happy thoughts game again.
Perfect.
He made pleased sounds and held me more snuggly.
Definitely another enjoyable association.
“I was telling myself I needed to learn how to make you happy, Daddy.” Snuggling against him earned me an even tighter hug and I had to remember to think. “You pay attention to that stuff a lot and I didn’t want to be greedy or a bad boyfriend.”
Or a selfish sub.
Or a bratty little.
The list could probably keep going on and on, but Daddy made a huff like he was an offended little old lady. “You make me happy through your submission, my Dane. That will always be enough. However, humans need goals and boundaries, otherwise they become stressed.”
Whatever he’d read or whoever he’d talked to must’ve been fabulous.
“So, I will give you rules and structure to please me. You may start by continuing your caresses. We have many nerve endings that provide a relaxing-type pleasure. Verbally expounding on ways to provide you control-based pleasure would also be seen as favorable.”
Because guessing what humans wanted could be frustrating.
Got it.
“I like talking to you, Daddy. But sometimes it makes me embarrassed.” Before I could explain that wasn’t always a bad thing, he kissed the top of my head and distracted me.
Somehow, that didn’t seem to be a surprise to him.
Wright
Submissive caretakers who required play and erotic humiliation to be content. Humans came in so many curious subspecies.
Chapter 10
Dane
“Embarrassment and an emotion that may be described as erotic shame seem to provide you with additional sexual arousal. There may be some difficulties reading those emotions, so until I learn to read you more thoroughly, I will not assume negative stress unless you advise otherwise.” Daddy shifted his limbs and suddenly they were soapy again.
He really was amazing with soap and fascinating logic.
He was also really smart.
Happy dirty thoughts unless his little said otherwise.
Got it.
“Yeah, there’s going to be a learning curve, so I’ll tell you if it’s the bad kind, Daddy.” Hiding my head against his chest made me feel better and I vowed to never open my eyes again. “This isn’t the bad kind either.”
Because I was definitely embarrassed…it was a conversation we needed to have, though.
Daddy chuckled, though, obviously not worried. “Your body signaled that thoroughly. However, thank you for using verbal clarification.”
Ugh.
My dick was such a tattletale.
Daddy seemed delighted by the whole thing, and I wasn’t sure why, but knowing I was making him happy made my dick even happier. That continued the frustrating cycle of embarrassment and arousal until his tentacles moved lower.
Oh.
As I went stiff, he shrugged, making my head bob against him. “There are many places on the human body that should be cleaned, especially if they are routinely part of pleasure-based play.”
He wasn’t wrong, but the way his tentacle slipped between my ass cheeks sent sparks through me. I was trying not to moan and hump him like a rabbit as he took thoroughly cleaning me very seriously, but difficult didn’t even begin to describe it.