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)
And I had plenty to do to keep me busy while I waited and listened to people tell Santa they wanted everything from a puppy to a housekeeper…at least that’s what I thought they were asking for based on the weird description.
But it wasn’t my business, so I stayed busy and worked on educating myself about the romantic life of aliens.
I’d found a whole new genre of books…naughty tentacle Doms.
The first books I’d found about our new intergalactic friends had all been basically the space version of Amish romance…clean Amish romance. It seemed like no one had wanted to be the first to sexualize them, but we’d managed to get over that hump because I was in the middle of a book about a tentacle Dom and the sub he was head over heels for.
Which of course meant lots of control and spankings.
Online rumors said they really liked BDSM but finding anything outside of porn about it was hit or miss.
Porn wasn’t supposed to be accurate but the stuff I’d found looked pretty real to me. Unfortunately, I wasn’t confident enough about that to try dating one. Yet. Eventually I’d figure out how to bring up BDSM in a casual conversation and ask what their species thought of spankings.
Yeah, eventually.
I’d finished another couple of chapters before I got to the head of the line, but the only problem with my plan was that I’d stopped at a very good place.
Very good.
A distractingly good place.
Would their tentacles really do that?
I was starting to wonder where some of the authors I’d found lately were getting their information from…especially this guy with very little online presence and a backlist of curious tentacle books. His original ones were typical alien porn, but the newer stuff made me wonder what had changed in his life.
Their tentacles wouldn’t really do that, would they?
“Come sit on Santa’s lap, little one.” He seemed to mean that seriously because he was fucking huge, even for one of them. “Ho. Ho. Ho.”
It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen, especially since he was clearly enjoying the fuck out of playing Santa.
“Thank you, Santa.” I should’ve probably had more reservations about climbing on a strange guy’s lap when I had the hard-on from hell, but I never claimed to have a lot of common sense when it came to sexy men.
So I climbed up in his wiggly lap and let myself get wrapped up securely in his limbs.
Yep, it was just as sexy as I’d thought it would be and didn’t help the problem in my pants, but I could only hope he thought the shiver that’d gone through me was because of nerves. Hell, I probably should’ve hoped he thought I was a bit creeped out over the tentacles.
Work had taken a weird turn when looking like some kind of speciesist was the best option available.
I wasn’t sure what he’d say, but he seemed to ignore it as he tucked me closer to his torso and smiled.
“I am Santa. Ho. Ho. Ho. I give presents to humans who are aspiring to have a good life and I give punishments to those who have been naughty.” He shook his head like that was sad and it was such a human behavior it stuck out as weird. “Have you been good, little one?”
Well, it depended on the definition and what the punishment would be if I’d been naughty.
Ugh.
I should not be thinking about being bent over Santa’s lap.
“Yes. Yes, Santa.” Oh, this had been a very bad idea. “I’ve been good.”
Mostly.
There certainly weren’t any sexual shenanigans lately I needed to apologize for, so I decided my dry spell had been going on long enough to declare me good.
“I am very glad to hear that, little one. What can Santa provide to you for being well-behaved?” He paused and patted my back. “What would you like from Santa?”
Oh, that was a terrible question to ask a sub with what was quickly turning into a tentacle kink.
The only things that popped into my mind for several long seconds were from the scenes I’d just read, but I managed to swallow those inappropriate answers back and remember to ask for my slightly less inappropriate one. “A date, Santa. I haven’t met any men lately that appreciate me and I would like a man for Christmas.”
This had been a spectacularly bad idea…but at least I was at the end of the line?
His limbs pulsed around me.
Fuck.
How had he made me even harder?
I really should’ve worn looser pants…or tighter underwear.
Better decisions definitely should’ve been made on several fronts.
A few of the smaller tentacles pulsed and tightened around me again, but I was betting that no one could tell from the way his larger ones were arranged. I really hoped no one could tell if they walked in and surprised us, because it made me moan and I was more focused on hiding that than I was in hiding Santa’s happy tentacles.