Page 18 of Santa Has Tentacles

“I’ll work on a good word, though, Sir.” Yes, he’d like that and then I’d get to come. “I can be helpful.”

He pulsed.

He liked that.

“Good boy, my human.” He almost purred the words out, obviously pleased with something. “You project well, my human. Good boy.”

Project?

Oh, whatever the fuck he was reading from me.

Should I be embarrassed about that?

No.

Two of his other limbs spread my legs wider and set my feet carefully on the floor. “Maintain this position for additional praise and rewards after our meal, my human.”

Spread myself wider for him.

Got it.

I made a good attempt at responding with words, but when that didn’t work, I focused on how aroused he made me and I nodded.

Bingo.

“Good boy. That was very clear.” I got more happy rubs that were really starting to confuse my body and he smiled. “Nonverbal communication is important in domination-based relationships.”

Thank God.

“But to reach that point in our date, we must consume food and continue our communication.” It wasn’t until he picked up my menu and held it out for me that I realized what he’d said.

We had to eat first.

Fuck.

Well, it was a good sign that he was smart enough to realize I wasn’t going to be able to do it on my own.

Fingers crossed the rest of the night went just as well.

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“How did you enjoy your food, my human?” Wrapping the limb around my waist tighter, he inched me closer as we walked back down the street. “I enjoyed my fish.”

“We’re supposed to talk about dinner before we can talk about something else, right?” When he nodded and lit up like I was a smart human, I barely held back my sigh. “I really liked it and I’m glad you got a big enough portion.”

It definitely hadn’t been human-sized.

“Enjoying consumption is important on a personal social outing.” He was definitely repeating something he’d heard other people say, but once it was done, he seemed to think he’d satisfied the social conventions he’d been taught. “Now we may discuss the next step of our date.”

Thank God.

“What would you like us to do?” I was having a hard time pushing my own needs aside to make sure we were considering his. “You’ve been a great Dom so far but I don’t want us to rush you.”

I needed to keep in mind how new to the practical side of dating and BDSM he was.

“We both need to be comfortable with where we are.” They liked honesty, so I just kept going even though I probably should’ve stopped right there. “You know how turned on I am, but I haven’t asked enough questions about what you want to happen next.”

It’d sounded smoother in my head, but it wasn’t too bad. I stopped the flow of words, though, even if my brain wanted to keep going. We’d talked about a variety of limits as we’d eaten, but he’d been incredibly focused on me and I wasn’t sure I had enough information about what he was picturing.

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