Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“I’m glad, Master.” Because I might’ve been too much of a sub to defend my coffee if it’d have made him sad.
“May I make it?” Did I have to ask to do that? It was my kitchen but we were definitely figuring out new roles and rules. “I could do it while you make breakfast in the morning.”
Okay, just saying that made me realize I should ask how often he was planning on sleeping over.
Probably.
Last night was definitely my fault.
I had several vague memories of being a pain in the ass about not wanting to be put down and wanting to be cuddled and generally just driving him bananas. I wasn’t normally like that but being overtired and probably over-stimulated hadn’t done my personality any favors.
“I think that is a reasonable plan for this morning, however, we must produce a daily and weekly timeline. I cannot plan your food intake and physical pleasures if I am not aware of your schedule.”
He needed to know when to feed, water, and fuck me.
Got it.
On the surface, that was very reasonable.
Once I had enough caffeine in me, I’d figure out what made it unreasonable. There had to be at least a yellow flag in there somewhere but I couldn’t pick it out yet.
Waking up was so hard.
“Yes, calendars and plans.” Getting up from the table before he could change his mind, I hurried over to start making coffee. “So I need to write down stuff like what my work schedule is and important things I need to go do?”
As he turned on the stove, scrambled an egg, and cut cheese all at the same time almost breaking my brain, Jerker nodded. “Yes. That is where we will begin. Additional information can be done in phases around your work and your necessary physical pleasures.”
We’d work around my job and my horniness.
Got it.
“Other time schedules will involve your daily routines, the tasks humans designate as chores, and those they call errands.” Jerker was in full Master taking over his sub’s life mode as he moved like we were in a kids’ cartoon show, every limb going a different direction. “That will provide me with sufficient information to begin.”
Begin what?
Nope.
I wasn’t going to ask.
“Alright.” Yep, I was going to sit down and drink my coffee and watch my Dom make me breakfast like we were living in a sci-fi show.
Oh, I was living in a dirty version of the Jetsons.
How did he keep every tentacle doing something different without losing his mind?
“Please advise me on your current schedule, my Theo.” Master had to repeat the order before it clicked in my brain.
Something about watching him pour the eggs into the pan while he made toast and searched the fridge for something at the same time was just as distracting as an orgasm. I had to physically turn my head and focus on my mug before I could focus on words. “Today. Yes.”
Starting the sentence even half-assed gave me a few seconds to figure out what to say next and to take a sip of the magical liquid that would help my brain come to life. “Um, I have to leave here in about an hour. I usually give myself plenty of time to get ready so that I’m not late. Today, I guess that just means I have time for us to chat over breakfast.”
Normally that basically gave me time to get distracted doing some kind of timewaster game on my phone or playing around with equally stupid what-ifs like “what if I went to college?” The games just destroyed time and looking up what I might study was equally as distracting.
There were lots of ridiculous things that always sucked up more time than I realized, so I’d learned to build in distractions to my plans.
“Is chat time in the morning important to you, my Theo?” If anyone else had asked me that, I’d have started looking for their motives, but I had a feeling Jerker’s question was meant to be just as practical as it’d come out.
And my very logical alien didn’t need me confusing him or talking around the subject, so I really thought about how to completely answer him.
“It’s not necessary in the morning for me to be happy or even content.” Refusing to overthink the conversation like I’d do with a human in the same situation, I took another sip and stayed focus on exactly what I thought he wanted to know.
How to take care of the human he’d found.
“If we’re together in the morning, at the very least, talking about the plans for the day makes sense and would probably make me feel good.” Yeah, I could see enjoying that kind of domestic scene with him.
It’d be like living out the kinky version of one of those old fifties sitcoms.
“But we don’t need to have long conversations. We can do that in the evening on workdays. Like when we go out on dates or if you want to call and talk.” Yes, that didn’t sound too needy. “If you’re not here when I’m getting ready for work, I’d probably text you good morning or something like that as long as it didn’t drive you crazy.”