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Well, I hadn’t been before, but now I had more questions at the very least.

“You’re doing a very good job interacting socially with me.” He’d been helpful and polite and he’d made me feel good. “I’m not worried.”

I was a bit confused, and kind of turned on, but not exactly worried.

“I am very adept at learning new information. I will be able to be a good caretaker for you.” Patting my head, he seemed like he thought that was very important to point out. I was trying to work through what he’d meant exactly but then he distracted me. “I have researched human pleasure and I understand the different ways to give you the physical and psychological submission that humans require.”

Oh.

Um.

“You…you don’t mind the physical part, right?” That wasn’t what I should’ve asked but it was what came out, so I tried not to have a heart attack.

“Human pleasures are very…potent. I will be a good provider of sexual pleasures.” He must’ve thought seeing was believing because the tentacle that’d been slowly caressing my ass gave it a firm pat that wasn’t quite a spank but was just enough to have my imagination flaring to life. “Yes, I will provide excellent physical pleasures.”

It finally occurred to me that as a leader of his people he was probably the Type-A of Type-A people.

He was going to be more trouble than dating a scientist.

Damn it.

How had I done this to myself?

“I…” There was no reasonable response to what I thought he was saying or doing, so my brain kind of turned off. “I like physical pleasures.”

Especially since it seemed like he was going to keep me.

I had a Dom.

Pushing away all the logical issues with how we’d gotten to this point, I focused on the way he was holding me and how he wanted to be a good caretaker for me, and he obviously wanted to spank me.

Evidently, good Doms spanked because he did it again, and when I moaned and hid against his body, he chuckled for the first time. “Yes, good boy, my Theo. You must turn to your Dom for comfort during stressful sexual pleasures.”

There was a crazy mix of desire and submission and embarrassment running through me but the soft, pleased sounds Jerker kept making said he was thoroughly enjoying whatever he was sensing from me. “Good boy.”

Giving me another firm spank, his limbs tightened around me in a wavelike motion that was soothing and arousing. Without thinking about it, I tried to rock and rub against his tentacles, but he kept me firmly in place. “Consent is important in human domination-based relationships. I have been made aware of that very clearly.”

Damn it.

Someone had told him we had to talk about shit.

“I consent.” Yes, that was clear. “I consent. Green.”

Fuck.

“That means I’m good.” Had anyone told him about safewords?

“Safewords. Yes, good boy.” I got another head pat and I could hear almost parental-like pride in his voice “Those are very important to humans.”

Part of me wanted to laugh, but I nodded and did my best not to do anything that would distract him. “Yes…they’re…they’re part of human communication in…in domination-based relationships.”

“Because humans are not able to discern enough information based on nonverbal data.” His smiling, matter-of-fact tone sounded like he’d read it in a book.

And one that he thought was cute…or something close to that.

“However, humans do not always have the ability to process known information accurately when their hormones are…adjusting.”

We didn’t think when we were horny.

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