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)
Surprisingly enough, Daddy hadn’t argued about that.
He’d thought it was cute that I wanted to provide for us and had only asked if I could afford it.
“If we don’t get this done in the next five minutes, I’m going to let him special order one from Europe because every single one of his people has more money than Midas at this point.” I’d started doing a bit of research lately and it turned out they were almost magic when it came to the stock market.
And they were all brilliant too.
How they hadn’t crashed the economy was beyond me.
“I have no idea what the problem is, but this will be the last time I shop here and I will make sure everyone I know understands why.” As soon as I understood why. “Let me buy the chair or I will take your lawyer's name and number.”
That had him blinking and sputtering.
It actually took nearly five minutes and Daddy moving on to what kind of wood the dining room tables were made out of before he got real words out again. “I’m very sorry. They’re just… His people are…”
Okay, he got some words out.
“They’re picky.” He paused like I was supposed to understand what the problem was. “It’s company policy not to let anyone but them make the final call on a purchase. We’ve had decorators—”
“I’m not his decorator. I’m his fucking husband.” Kind of. “I’m paying for the chair and he wanted me to talk to you because he thinks salesmen are too fucking stupid to deal with. Precisely for moronic behavior like this.”
God.
Daddy didn’t even tell me not to curse or frown at me for tattling about his rudeness, so I had a feeling he was done shopping.
“We will all be here until the Second Coming if we’re waiting for him to buy the goddamned chair.” I was pretty sure I was going to owe Daddy an apology for giggling earlier. “They’re all walking, talking geniuses.”
Understatement of the century there.
“He’s trying to decide if he wants to start making furniture because humans don’t do things safe enough.” I wished I was kidding about that. “If you drag this out until he starts a new company, I’m going to sue you for wasting my time.”
Daddy did not need a new hobby.
“It would not be hard to improve upon the designs, my Dane.” Daddy finally piped up and focused on my conversation with the idiots for the first time in almost ten minutes. “When comparing the manufacturing costs versus the retail price, the markup is considerable. There is plenty of wiggle room for additional safety measures and less toxic chemicals in the manufacturing process.”
He shook his head and sighed. “None of these products should be ingested.”
I didn’t bother asking if that was just interesting information or if he was actually worried about me eating the chair. I just nodded like it made perfect sense. “We’ll remember that if we ever have kids.”
As that seemed to give Daddy new things to start obsessing over, I turned back to the salesman. “Do you understand now?”
He just nodded.
And I got my chair.
And Daddy actually let me drive on the way home because he wanted to email someone he knew about making nontoxic…something. I knew it had to do with glues or stains, but I’d still been a bit worked up as we’d walked out to the parking lot to focus on the details.
By the time he’d finished emailing his friend who was probably some kind of scientist or race car driver who played with chemicals as a hobby, I’d calmed down and we’d made it home. “I can logically walk through how things went wrong, but I still don’t understand what they were thinking.”
As I turned off the car, I looked over at Daddy who shrugged. “I frequently have similar thoughts on human interaction, my Dane.”
Laughing would’ve definitely confused him, so I tried to keep it in check and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Humans are illogical, but we did it.”
Daddy seemed to appreciate the way my insane anger had faded and was back to smiling as he stroked my face. “You accomplished a great feat, my Dane. You purchased the chair and defended your mate like a predator. I feel very cared for, my Dane.”
He was so cute.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I gave him another kiss before deciding I was ready to be cuddled. “Let’s go inside and rock.”
It’d already been a long day.
Daddy was right…dealing with humans was exhausting.
Wright
While human submissives require protection and constant caretaking for peak emotional stability, they have a fascinating capacity to become aggressive under highly specific circumstances such as when dealing with humans who self-identify as a salesperson.
However, just as quickly as their aggression manifests, once the danger has passed, it will fade and they will require additional affection and caretaking. It may be related to the phenomenon of subdrop, however, that will need additional research before a definitive connection is made.