Page 31 of His Theo

Shit.

Thank God for weird lectures…I was going to owe Nicholas flowers or something.

“If it’s something we want to explore in a scene, that might be fun, but yes, I can sit by myself and feed myself. Thank you, though.” I’d forgotten the subs in their society submitted that completely.

“Very good, my Theo.” After studying the contents of the fridge, he turned back to me. “Would you prefer a meat-based portable breakfast or would you enjoy consuming a grain-based meal?”

Huh?

I was going to have to brave the coffee discussion sooner rather than later.

Okay, grain-based meal probably meant oatmeal because nothing else made sense.

Simpler question…was there anything in the kitchen that I wouldn’t eat?

When nothing came to mind, I shrugged. “I would appreciate anything you made for me and…and I don’t know what I want for breakfast.”

It definitely wasn’t the time to point out that the Pop-Tarts in the cabinet weren’t as bad for humans as everyone kept saying.

“Decisions. Yes.” Nodding more to himself than to me, he ran a tentacle over my head and started moving around the kitchen. “I will remember that going forward.”

Remember what?

Waking up was so hard.

“My Theo, are your sounds of need a desire for more physical pleasures or have you become enamored of the device that dispenses roasted caffeine?”

Would both be a reasonable answer?

Wait.

Did he think I was horny for the coffee pot?

Fuck it.

“I would like caffeine, Master, but I wasn’t sure if you would think it’s unhealthy.” Honesty wouldn’t kill me, but as he kept me waiting, I wasn’t sure it would give me what I wanted.

“Chemical dependence is something humans struggle with.” Heading over to the fridge, he finally got to his question as I realized he’d been talking about making me a breakfast sandwich. “Do you struggle with that, my Theo?”

Chemical dependence.

“No. I don’t think so.” How were we defining that?

I wasn’t sure if we both had the same understanding about what that meant, but I couldn’t figure out the answer until I’d gotten my chemical dependence fix.

So, rock meet hard place?

“Um, I like a cup first thing because I sleep very soundly and it helps me wake up and then another one mid-morning when I take a break. I don’t think that’s too much coffee. Oh, and I don’t drink alcohol very often. I don’t do drugs either.” I made a variety of stupid decisions without fucking up my brain to help me get there.

Looking lighter as he set down eggs and ham on the counter, he nodded. “Then I do not think we need additional negotiations about that substance.”

Yay, I didn’t have to defend coffee.

Oh, wait. I could’ve had to negotiate coffee?

Having a Dom was going to be harder than I thought.

“I’m glad, Master.” Because I might’ve been too much of a sub to defend my coffee if it’d have made him sad.

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