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)
“So you guys are a jump right in when you want to get to know a sub kind of Dom?” That wasn’t a bad thing, but he paused and shook his head.
When we got to the plaza right outside our buildings, he stopped us. “I do not think that conveys my intent.”
Being patient while he sorted through how he wanted to say it, and probably a lot of the English words he knew, I encouraged him to wrap me tighter since he seemed to be fabulously insulating. Yep, he was warm enough that I didn’t mind waiting even though the temperature had dropped.
“There is no direct cultural translation between our species on the subject of dating.” His frustration about that was easy to see, but he didn’t let that distract him. “As individuals we connect with few. We do not…play around as the human barista down the street says. A human submissive who has mated to one of my species says we date to mate. We go about our business and then we find our submissive human and then they are our human.”
His limbs shifted upward in a shrug. “I have worked and learned. I have found my submissive human. I would like to pleasure my submissive human and give him submission.”
He got this look that said he was rearranging the sentence in his head, but I was pretty sure that was more of a writer and historian issue and not an alien thing. “I would like to pleasure my human and help him find submission.”
That seemed to make him happier because he puffed up again. “That is more accurate and adheres to the human convention of not repeating words.”
I had questions…but I stuck to the ones about our night for the time being. “I would like to spend the night with you, and I would like your help to find my submission.”
Hmm…kind of weird but not wrong.
“It’s been a long time since I was able to relax like that completely.” I wasn’t sure he wanted to hear about my past Doms and lovers, so I tried to keep it vague. “I was thinking about how it would feel to have your limbs make me completely immobile.”
I couldn’t decide if it was the weirdest first date conversation or the best one I’d ever had…but it might’ve been both. At the very least, I liked being able to tell him what I was thinking without worrying about it or obsessing over getting something wrong.
“Then using our safewords and appropriate limits, we shall explore your submission with restraints and pleasure.” Looking confident as he started moving us toward his building again, he patted my back and smiled. “Are there any other additions you would make to our scene?”
It was like ordering in the restaurant all over again…only this time it was easier to answer because I’d been thinking about it since I’d sat on his lap. “I would like to be spanked, Sir.”
The pleased sound he made had something heavy lifting off my shoulders I hadn’t realized was there. “That is a very appropriate addition, my Colby. Good boy.”
His head pat sent a crazy mix through me and he must’ve realized that based on his bubbly laughter. “Humans are delightful.”
For some reason that made me blush and it just seemed to prove his point because he looked very pleased with the situation. He didn’t linger on it, though. He simply gave me another pat and quickly shifted to very practical questions about when I had to leave tomorrow and if I needed anything special to sleep with.
I must’ve looked really confused because he immediately started to explain as we went into the lobby of his building. “Human submissives come in a range of variants. The ones called littles require extensive materials for even nonsexual satisfaction.”
Oh.
“No.” That question made a lot of sense, actually. “I don’t need anything special like they’d need, but I guess, I’d say I would need a drink later…water or something like that would be fine. Dessert wouldn’t be bad.”
I shrugged as he made another happy sound. “They didn’t have anything I wanted but dessert is always good.”
He looked like he was thinking about how cute humans were, but he held himself back that time. “Those are all easily obtainable items.”
I thought that was because he had water and cookies in his apartment, but he veered us over toward what seemed to be either a front desk or a concierge service. “Hello, helper human. I am the resident of room 3 0 1. I require a human submissive package delivered to my room.”
Huh?
The guy behind the counter stepped closer and somehow managed to treat that like it was the sanest and most serious thing he’d heard all night. “Yes. I would be happy to provide that for you.”
Still had no idea what was going on…but I knew it would be interesting eventually.