Page 17 of Santa Has Tentacles

“At least he was very clear about what he was thinking?” That might not have been the best way to see the interaction, but Saint nodded.

“Yes. He set clear expectations and provided helpful information. I have been told that his manners…how was it said…leave something to be desired.” The way he carefully repeated the phrase made me think he either didn’t get it or he thought it was weird.

Probably both.

“However, he is well-versed in dealing with our social interactions within human domination-based relationships.”Saint shrugged with a liquidy motion that made it clear our bodies were put together very differently. “Competence and understanding are more important than human manners in some situations.”

Especially when the situations involved first dates, alien Doms, and humans who like getting felt up.

“I think you’re right about that.” And he wasn’t even in the top ten worst waiters I’d ever had. “He gave good information. That’s important.”

I didn’t need an arrest for lewd behavior in public.

“Data is necessary in a variety of situations.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Especially with humans.”

I tried not to laugh but the look on his face said he knew what I was feeling.

“I’m sure you’re going to have lots of information to document.” That perked him right up and made me smile again. “I’m really enjoying our date so far, Saint.”

“I am as well, my human.” He must’ve been feeling sweet and spicy because I got a pat on the head and on my dick. “You are a thoughtful and productive date and a good submissive who is articulating his preferences.”

Cutest and most thorough praise ever.

I loved it.

And the cock pat for being a good sub.

“Your physical responses indicate an emotional range from appreciating praise to strong arousal.” Both limbs went back to patting their respective places and sent the craziest mix of sensations through me. “Fascinating.”

I had a feeling he was going to be saying that a lot around me.

“Humans are able to project a variety of responses at the same time.” He clearly found that interesting because he kept petting his guinea pig. “Do not worry. I will follow the human legal rules.”

Thanks?

My little head wasn’t so sure that was a good thing, but the big one was more logical. “Legal…legal rules are important.”

I was proud of myself for getting the sentence out, but it was hard enough that I wasn’t sure if he understood I shouldn’t orgasm at the table either.

Was that illegal?

I probably should’ve known the answer but he was making small circles over the head of my erection and it was short-circuiting my brain.

“Do you like painful pleasures, my human?” His tone was half curiosity and half Dom. “My knowledge of human anatomy advises this could be painful pleasure for a human male.”

Fuck.

There was going to be a quiz.

As a big chunk of my working brain cells tried to figure out what I’d get if I got a good grade, the rest of them worked to answer. “I…I don’t know how to explain it but it’s almost overwhelming but it’s not painful.”

Had that made any sense?

“Painful pleasure is a good way to describe it but it’s not…it’s not technically pain.” Maybe that was better? “I…I think I’d describe being spanked or flogged as closer to pain.”

This was just making me confused and stupid…and it made me want to wiggle and beg for him to touch my dick without my clothes in the way.

He’d already said he was going to follow the laws, though, so I was going to have to wait a while to get that.

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