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)
He made it sound like a big commitment, but it was just brushing my teeth, right?
That required too much thought, so I focused on the important parts, opening my mouth and being good.
I was very good at being good and I even managed to rinse my mouth out without using my hands. I used Daddy’s and soon we were heading back into the bedroom. For a moment, my brain started to worry that he’d ask me what to do next but that was silly.
Daddy liked making decisions and just walked us over to the bed. “Unless you have an objection, the human habit of sleeping in night clothes will be entertained on nights when you are little. When you are my submissive human, you shall remain open to my touch so that I may give you pleasure and gauge your reactions more clearly.”
With that announcement, he settled us in my bed and wrapped me up on his lap. Not having to use any muscles or brain cells made it difficult to stay focused but I wasn’t tired. I was just relaxed as he stroked his tentacles over me and made soft, relaxing sounds.
No, I wasn’t tired…he was simply making it hard to stay awake.
Yes. That made perfect sense.
But what didn’t make sense as I was floating in and out was hearing something about murder and a soft feminine voice talking about fishing…and as everything finally faded out completely, there was something about a bicycle.
****
“I promise it’s safe.” I’d said that so many times in the twenty minutes I’d been awake that I hadn’t found time to even be weirded out about waking up next to my interesting new Daddy.
He’d started us off on a fascinating foot when he’d realized we hadn’t gotten up in time to give me an orgasm. According to something he’d read, human submissives functioned best when their day started off right…and in this case, that seemed to mean an orgasm instead of a spanking.
I wasn’t sure if I was grateful for that or if I should explain that they could be successfully combined together. But since time was an issue, I decided that could wait in favor of negotiating using the stairs and the coffee maker.
That was going to give him a heart attack, but I wasn’t sure how to keep him sane and me caffeinated.
“It expels concentrated heated water at temperatures that could burn you, my Dane.” Daddy was looking at it like I wanted to use it as some kind of weird sex toy. “It could permanently damage you.”
One slip-up with a butter knife and I was never going to get to have coffee again.
Okay, we could fix it.
I just had to think outside the box.
Daddy liked control and he liked doing things for me.
Daddy liked keeping me safe and making me happy.
We could work with that.
Relationships were all about compromise…I knew that. I’d just never expected to have to compromise on these exact topics. I’d kind of assumed it would be about restaurant choices and having to visit asshole family members once a year.
“Will you help me make a pot this morning and then you can put it in a thermos for me to have later?” When he stopped squigging out and shaking his head, I knew we’d made progress. “And I can pick up some stuff for iced coffee and tea when I go to the grocery store later?”
Or when I got them delivered?
I didn’t care as long as food showed up and at least half of it was something that a nutritionist would frown at.
Not that I was going to tell Daddy that.
He’d frown too.
“Setting aside the discussion on your caffeine consumption.” Daddy frowned again like he hated saying that, but all I felt was relief that he couldn’t have missed. “I think that is a fair compromise.”
Thank God.
He must’ve sensed that too because he sighed as his headshaking focused back on me. “However, I am glad to hear you acknowledge the need for additional sustenance. Did you know you have a serious deficiency of vegetables and fruits in your kitchen? Do you keep them stored elsewhere?”
Shit.
Slow heart rate.
Don’t let him feel the panic.
Wide eyes.
No lying.
“Thank you for looking in my fridge, Daddy.” Innocent. I was very sweet and innocent. I just had to tell the truth. “I think bananas would be fun to get.”
They could be dipped in chocolate and put in cereal and mixed in milkshakes.
Bananas were happy fruits and didn’t have yucky seeds.
And they had vitamins or something in them that would make Daddy happy.
Happy fruit.
Fun fruit.
Penis-shaped fruit.
Shit.
“My Dane.” Daddy cocked his head. “Humans are quite fascinating. Please explain how your body shifted from worry to happiness to arousal.”
Fuck.
“Can we make coffee first?” I was going to need it. “And we have to make breakfast too. It’s the most important meal of the day.”