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.
“What kind of punishment?” Yes, that was a much more important conversation to have.
“The most frequently discussed punishments online that do not involve spankings are writing and the use of a cock cage.” He’d clearly been thinking about that for entirely too long. There hadn’t even been a second’s hesitation before he’d started to answer.
I’d have to write lines or go in a cock cage?
Well, clearly I could get harder even though I hadn’t thought that was possible.
“Human minds.” Master gave a low laugh as he patted my head. “Human submissives are endlessly interesting, my Theo.”