Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
“My human.” Santa was wearing a beaming smile and what looked like pieces of a nice suit as he stood just in the doorway. “You have arrived at the correct time. I am very proud of your prompt behavior.”
Fuck.
That was hot too.
Especially the way he ran a smaller tentacle over my head before easing it back.
Words.
Fuck.
I couldn’t just stand there looking stupid.
“Thank you, Sir.” I wasn’t sure if he’d understand the significance of the title, but he puffed up and looked pleased as fuck.
He got it.
Thank God.
The chances of him understanding dates were romantic and should end with subs getting rewards were getting better and better.
“Have you decided to continue submitting to food and communication with me, my human?” Santa’s tentacles were inches from me, but it seemed like he was waiting for consent before he went further.
Someone had explained domination to him.
Yay.
“Yes, Sir. I would like to go on a date with you or schedule when we’re going on it or whatever you were planning.” What had he been planning?
Nope.
Didn’t matter.
“Your options are to consume food with me this evening so we may continue exploring conversation now, or we will schedule a time within seven days to have our date.” He gave me a curious look before I could respond. “Human attention spans are…abbreviated.”
There was no way I’d forget Santa…short attention span or not.
The first thing that wanted to come out was to promise to do whatever he wanted, but if he was an actual Dom, that would not get me what I wanted. So I had to think.
That required oxygen.
Nodding to Santa, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, which actually made him smile wider.
That had my dick getting harder, but I just went back to ignoring it.
“Are both of those options agreeable to you, Sir? I assumed they were but I realized I should communicate with you about that.” Ha. Brought up communication and made Santa even more pleased.
Had his tentacles gotten closer?
“Yes, my human. That is a very good question, however.” His limbs twitched like he wanted to touch me…well, I was hoping he wanted to touch me. “I will not give you choices that I disapprove of without making that very clear.”
The way he said it made me wonder what kind of choices he’d give me where he disapproved of one of my options, but I wasn’t sure it was the right moment to ask complicated questions.
“Thank you, Sir.” There was something else I was supposed to be telling him. Shit. My date choices. “I’m sorry. I’m slightly distracted. I would like to have our date tonight, please.”
Making me wait would be a bad decision…my brain would implode or explode before we made it to next weekend.
Santa carefully nodded in a very human motion, but after a moment, he looked down at himself. “Have I done something unexpected which distracted you?”
Oops.
“No.” I was going to sound like a horny moron if I couldn’t get my brains under control. “Um, just meeting you was unexpected and I’m really excited about our date. And when humans get really excited, sometimes thinking is hard.”
And difficult.
But I wasn’t sure it was the time to make a dick joke, so I kept my stupid humor to myself.
Perking back up, his limbs went wiggly and excited again. “Humans also face difficulties communicating when they are aroused. Verbal exchanges, especially. Is your stimulated state affecting your decision-making and behavior?”
Yes.
God. He knew I was hard.
Shit.
Ugh.
“Yes, Sir.” Denying it would’ve been confusing since he said it so factually and there was no way to tell him no without making things really complicated…or flat out lying to my date…and hopefully new Dom. “It’s making me distracted. I don’t know if I should apologize or just explain it and leave it at that.”
Santa made a show of cocking his head and humming which was so deliberately human I had to fight back a smile. “We will not begin our relationship by apologizing for typically human emotions or behaviors.”
Yeah, that probably wouldn’t be helpful.
At all.
I was going to end up humaning a lot.
“I should also tell you that I am very proud of you for admitting desire. Humans hide that as well.” His tone said that made no sense to him at all, but he was willing to chalk it up to me being a weird alien.
“I’m doing my best to remind myself that lying to you or trying to downplay that wouldn’t be helpful.” It definitely wouldn’t get me an orgasm at the end of the night either. “I know that…individuals like yourself consider being honest and open about what I’m thinking very important.”
Nano, the alien guy who was running IT at the moment, made that very clear.
He got really disappointed when anyone lied about why their computer was broken. It’d been hard to handle at first because I didn’t like disappointing people, but it’d gotten easier when he’d started dating someone else in the IT department.