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Got it.

I managed to nod before he wrapped one thinned-out tentacle around my dick and started twirling it around and around. The concentrated pleasure had my head falling back and my eyes closing again, and my hips tried to thrust up and fuck his grip.

His low hum was clearly one of denial but he had me pinned against the chair before my brain could process that. “Submission is a requirement, my Theo, not a suggestion.”

I had every intention of agreeing with him, but he slipped another tentacle between my legs and killed the last of my brain cells as he teased my hole. “Master…”

“Yes, the associations between submission and orgasmic achievement must be continually reinforced. Human brains respond well to patterns and logical connections.” Master’s touch and just his tone were perfect, but as he started tugging at my nipples, the reality of what he’d said hit me.

Conditioning.

Logical or not…reasonable or not…it was the hottest thing a Dom had ever said to me and my orgasm exploded out of me as he kept up the overwhelming sensations his body could give mine.

He wanted me enough to train me.

Best. Dom. Ever.

Chapter 13

Oh, this was so dangerous.

I really wasn’t smart.

How had I ended up in this situation?

Frowning down at the limits list he’d just handed back, I knew mine didn’t have enough red on it in the right places. Sure, we both liked the idea of mild to medium impact play and he thought I was going to love lightning, but it was the control list where everything had gone all pear-shaped.

I knew I shouldn’t get us started down that path.

I knew it.

But I liked it when he held me and the carrying me around while he was making dinner thing had been amazing. It’d been a great scene all around and I hadn’t ever felt so relaxed after work. He’d even made good decisions about stuff like showers and bedtime in general, so I couldn’t say he was doing a bad job at taking control.

“Your mind is too focused on our present activity, my Theo. You are ignoring bodily signals.” He sighed and reached over to pick me up off the couch before I could really figure out what he’d meant.

I had to pee.

He was damned near psychic about that.

I barely managed to set the papers down before he had us up and heading to the bathroom. “How did you know that?”

I knew for a fact I hadn’t been doing any kind of potty dance.

“There are several physical indicators I do not have the human vocabulary to explain.” Jerker shrugged as he rotated me around and stood me in front of the toilet, freeing my dick. “However, the caretaking of human elimination was thoroughly reviewed. Many human submissives need to be tended in a variety of ways, not just the variation called littles.”

Well, at least he knew that bathroom stuff and littles weren’t always connected.

“Many human submissives find this level of control…this type of control…yes. Many humans find this type of control pleasing. It can be related to emotional submissive humiliation, or to erotic submissive humiliation, or caretaking aspects without humiliation.” His tone as he helped me take care of my slightly pressing need said he’d studied up on the topic.

Thoroughly.

“I do not completely understand the concept of humiliation. However, I can recognize the signs and handle them appropriately.”

He didn’t get it, but don’t worry, that didn’t matter.

Master always knew what to do because he liked learning.

He also liked taking care of me because I got a nuzzling kiss on my head as he tucked my dick back into the sweatpants he put on me earlier when he worried I was getting cold. “I find that I am happy with intimate caretaking tasks.”

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