Page 26 of His Theo

Just as the world was going foggy again, my orgasm flowed through me like a deep wave sucking me under. All I could do was float along the undertow as he played with me, barely fucking me as he kept up the too gentle pleasure.

When it’d finally faded, his tentacle slipped out of me and his limbs were back to stroking over me. “Pleasure and caretaking. All you are required to do is submit, my Theo. I shall take care of everything else.”

With anyone else I’d have second-guessed what they were saying or how long the scene would last and I’d go back to being alone. But this was Jerker.

My Jerker.

And just maybe…my mate.

Chapter 8

I wasn’t even going to try to tell him that I could walk.

Even though I could walk.

It probably wasn’t a good idea to let him start carrying me, but he was being so sweet and I kind of liked the way he’d just taken charge and decided it was time to get me cleaned up. I didn’t have to worry about what should happen next or how to move the evening along.

Those were the hardest part of dating sometimes and not having to worry about them was almost as wonderful as being filled and spanked.

Almost as good.

I hadn’t been planning on explaining that since it sounded ridiculous, but as Master set me down in my small bathroom, I realized he seemed to have noticed. One tentacle came up to pet my head and he had a studious expression on his face. “Your level of submissive engagement adjusted. Please explain.”

Submissive adjustment?

Oh.

“Um, well…” Shoot. He’d noticed.

Wondering if I could explain it without sounding stupid, I tried to sort through the options. “I liked how you took charge and decided I needed a shower.”

Okay, that hadn’t been too bad.

Master must’ve realized I wasn’t done because he waited patiently and kept petting my head. “Sometimes…sometimes when I’ve dated other humans, they don’t take charge of things like that and it makes me worry. I don’t know what to do next and I get stressed. That kind of ruins the scene.”

Deciding that hadn’t come out too badly, I let out a breath and stopped worrying obsessively over it. Master wasn’t looking stressed and nothing about his reactions said he was upset about hearing about my past dating failures.

After a few moments, he shifted and I got a hug. “It is a common trait for submissive humans to find decision-making to be stress inducing.”

He got it.

Relaxing into him, I nodded. “Yeah, I do really well at making decisions at work. Honest. I’m a good employee, but everything outside of that is hard.”

I didn’t want him to think I was useless, but dates and relationships weren’t the same as deciding what to work on next or how to handle a problem that’d come up. There were just some people that couldn’t understand the difference.

Master made a soft, almost thinking sound and tightened his hug. “You are a very proficient employee. The human mate Nicholas spoke highly of you.”

When?

Guessing the nosy bastard had been gossiping before I’d even decided to go to the dinner, I realized it wasn’t worth complaining about or questioning at the moment. “I’m glad.”

He was such a brat.

“I would ask that you remember I find happiness in making decisions.” Shifting his hold on me so I was looking up at him, Master looked serious as he stroked his limbs over me. “That is one area of happiness I am not confused on. My place on the ship required providing extensive decisions and it was not displeasing. My species is also…wired differently.”

Enunciating the phrase slowly like it was Greek instead of English, he looked proud of himself when he got it out. “I was explained that by a human.”

Yep, we were definitely built very differently.

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