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)
Well, that was one way to put it.
“You’re very good at helping me relax.” Leaning over, I gave him a quick peck. “Thank you.”
I wasn’t sure what I was thanking him for, but he liked it and puffed up even more. “You are welcome, my Theo.”
A few more deep breaths and the lights coming up a bit had my brain clearing even more, and a few wiggles said my legs would probably keep me upright, so I sat up straighter. “Are you ready for dinner? Where should we go?”
Sitting would not help me to function and it wouldn’t help my hard-on situation, so I was hoping that walking would fix a few lingering problems.
One big one especially.
“There are several restaurants in this shopping area.” His casual tone was completely at odds with the crazy feelings still bouncing around in me. “You require nutrition and water, my Theo.”
Aftercare…the restaurant version.
“I think that’s a good idea.” But if I didn’t stand up on my own, he’d carry me, so I put the footrest down and tried to subtly test to see if my legs would support me.
They would, but I needed to learn to be more subtle because as soon as I started to rise, he wrapped a large tentacle around me. “I will not let you fall, my Theo.”
He was sweet but I wasn’t going to let him carry me out of the movie theater. “Thank you.”
Did it.
It took him a few seconds to really trust me about that, but eventually he agreed I was steady enough to release and we made our way out of the building. No drama. No being carried. No one noticing I was still achingly hard.
Perfect.
Oh food.
“I…” Frowning at the options around the movie theater, I wasn’t sure what I wanted or what would be reasonable. “Do you want Mexican or maybe breakfast? That diner over there is pretty good and serves breakfast all day.”
And it was cheap.
My budget was pretty good for the time being because he kept insisting that as my mate he needed to provide me with food, but I wasn’t sure how his finances were looking. I knew logically I should ask because that was what people who communicated did, but I’d never had that conversation with any guy I’d dated.
And we’d technically only been together about a week.
But we were mates, so that made things different, right?
He was my Master, though, so that might change the rules too?
“Your thoughts are not filled with human pleasures, my Theo.” Still very much in Master mode, Jerker’s tentacle steered us to the right and started gently running another tentacle over my head. “Please explain.”
Ugh.
“Um, well.” How did I explain the roller coaster of thoughts that’d flooded my brain? “I was thinking about how nice our date had been and how you were taking care of me.”
Kind of.
“Then I remembered we needed to talk about dinner and I didn’t know what I wanted, and then I started worrying that I might pick a restaurant that’s too expensive. You always want to pay for stuff like that and I don’t mind that, but I didn’t want to make things hard on you.” I liked being taken care of but I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass about it. “Then I realized we hadn’t talked about money, and I’m pretty sure that was when you asked me where my mind had wandered off to.”
It felt like I’d missed a step in there somewhere, but it seemed mostly right, so I took a deep breath and decided to let Master sort it out. He was smart. If he could run a spaceship, he could handle one slightly stressed submissive human.
“Human brains are fascinating.” Still running a limb over my head, probably doing his best to find a good way to soothe me in public, he made thinking sounds as we crossed the parking lot. “I will pick our place of food. However, we will make a limits list of food and restaurants.”
Oh, why hadn’t a Dom mentioned that before?
“That’s so…Master, I don’t know anyone who’s done that before.” That was just… “We can do that?”
“Yes.” Jerker’s confident tone said he knew he could fix anything. “You will list places you like to eat and will indicate which are not acceptable. When we go out, you will have one chance to pick. If you cannot, I will decide.”
“What…what if I’m a pain in the ass about it?” Food was hard sometimes.
“You will get one chance to make your preference known. If you misbehave later and do what is called pitching a fit, you will be punished. That is reasonable, my Theo.” He shrugged like there wasn’t anything he could do about it even thought he was the one making the rules.
That conversation wouldn’t go well, though, so I just ignored the illogical nature of the situation.