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)
The way he’d first described it still had me wondering if he would have second thoughts about it or if he’d end up feeling bad.
Whatever the alien version of Dom drop would be.
Nothing in his behavior made me think there was a problem, but um, he was an alien and I couldn’t read his mind.
Maybe he needed me to remind him of that?
“This is one of those times I wish I could read you as thoroughly as you can me.” As he turned me back around under the water, I could finally see his face again and he wasn’t as serious.
“I had forgotten.” Running one tentacle over my head, he smiled and looked slightly apologetic. “Human limitations. You do so well with our species it created a momentary loss of reason.”
“That’s okay.” Kissing a tentacle that moved past me, I grinned when he let out a chuckle. “We’re still figuring things out.”
And we’d keep running into those kinds of issues for a while.
Interesting labels on our relationship or not.
“I am feeling very content—I believe is the word—regarding your pleasures.” Nothing in his behavior said he was leaving out important details, so I nodded and it kept his explanation going. “The human emotion of pride seems to best fit my thoughts about how our breakfast ended.”
That was the point where he looked slightly…guilty, maybe.
Making a guess, I pretended not to notice his reaction and smiled. “I’m glad you were proud of our scene…and hopefully how good I was. No one seemed to mind us playing in the dining hall. Or did I miss any negative responses?”
I hadn’t.
But asking let him process the scene again.
“There were no negative responses. Asking if any of their questions were distracting was important to me, however.” He frowned as he turned me around to rinse me once more. “I did not realize many of my people have not found an appreciation for the information in books.”
He really didn’t get that judging by the expression on his face. “There are many subjects in novels that provide a deeper understanding of humans. Especially the genres of romance and erotica.”
I loved the way he saw things.
“Like what?” Smiling as he turned the water off and wrapped me up in my towel, I let him bundle me up and carry me out of the bathroom.
“They illustrate common human communication failures.” Bringing me over to the bed, he sat me down and went to work efficiently drying me off.
He was serious about the whole “penis needs a rest” thing because it got a gentle pat but that was about it. My dick tried to get dramatic but the conversation was actually interesting and that managed to keep him soft.
“They discuss human anatomy in ways that medical texts do not.” Frowning, Saint sighed theatrically. “We were not told how much fun the male prostate was.”
Laughing might not have been the right response but it was all I had.
Saint shook his head and went back to pretending to be a frustrated human as he slipped on what were thankfully brand-new boxer briefs. “Thorough online research and conversations with people called working girls helped establish factual information about human sexuality, however.”
Still wasn’t a laughing matter but he wasn’t helping the situation.
“Research has allowed several of our people to become established in the human pornographic entertainment industry.” He seemed really proud about that which had me back to smiling, but I managed not to laugh that time.
“I’m glad they found a career that they like.” There was no way it was just to pay for law school. When they picked a job, it was because they were passionate about it. “And it’s been very helpful too. Very educational.”
I knew that firsthand.
“It is a career to have pride in.” Sliding the pants over my legs, he lifted me up to finish getting me dressed. “You are right.”
I was also fully clothed.
And I could see why they liked littles so much.
Saint had gone into full caretaker mode and washed and dressed me without wondering if I should be doing it myself. The strength difference might’ve been part of it, but from what I’d read, it was more of a species thing.
As he put my shoes on and used his nubs to comb my hair, I couldn’t help going back to a conversation I’d read in a book a few months ago. I couldn’t remember which one it’d been in…I’d been reading way too much for that…but the alien Dom had said that in their society, if one of them submitted to another it was completely.
Like full-on total dependence.
Yep, dressing me was not something he was ever going to second-guess.
And I was probably really lucky he understood he couldn’t carry me around in public.
Yeah, the first human sub they’d met had probably explained it fairly quickly, but I had a feeling romance novels had been really good at helping them see some of the more reasonable limits on human relationships. Like not carrying us around everywhere, penises needing downtime, and that we needed to be walked and fed on a regular basis.