Page 25 of Santa Has Tentacles

I’d made my Dom happy.

“Your pleasure is remarkable.” Larger limbs tightened around me, pinning me to him and slowly making me immobile. “Let us see how we can increase your sensations.”

Nubs plucked over me, caressing everywhere from my head to my toes.

When had I lost my shoes?

He had way too many limbs for me to keep track of what all of them were doing. It seemed to make my brain treat most of themlike sexy background noise until they did something to focus all my attention on it.

Like when they decided that my shirt was completely unnecessary.

“Humans spend too much time clothed.” Studying my chest as he rolled me around to take off my shirt, he made a pleased sound as I snickered at the roller-coaster-like movement. “Bare skin provides information and allows me to give you additional stimuli.”

Because having his nubs ripple over me was like the craziest massage ever…and definitely one that would have a happy ending.

There wasn’t anything I had to respond to with words, so I just relaxed and moaned as he caressed over me. As careful as he was being of me, I didn’t mind letting him explore as his information went from theoretical to practical.

If he couldn’t learn from his mate, who could he learn from?

And it was kind of hot in an unexpected way.

He just got so fucking pleased with himself when he figured out the best way to tweak my nipples or when he discovered how sensitive the top of my ass was. “Humans have so many enjoyable nerve endings. Your species is so wonderfully designed.”

There was probably ahumans are always hornyjoke in there somewhere, but he kept chasing away every thought.

And he was so excited about it that it never felt like a bad thing.

Limbs rippled again as my pants started sliding lower but Saint didn’t rush to get the rest of my fun parts bared for him. “You will remember the safewords, my Colby. They must be used if I do not pick up on your reaction first.”

Worry and panic would create physical reactions.

Okay, made sense he’d notice those early…maybe before I realized what was happening. The only time I’d ever had a bad reaction in a scene, it’d kind of snuck up on me even though looking back I should’ve noticed the signs.

Saint would notice the signs.

But he wasn’t a dickhead who liked pushing boundaries, so I wasn’t worried.

It was nice having a Dom who understood what it meant to actually be in control and how important that role was.

“I remember, Sir.” And I was going to remember the first time his tentacles wrapped around my dick, too. “That’s… Fuck…”

Saint made a pleased sound and his limbs carefully tightened until my brain started to turn off and the only thing working hard was my dick. When he stopped at that perfect place, it really hit me what he meant by being able to read my reactions.

As I just drifted in what had to be my favorite type of scene in the entire world, Saint’s tentacles started their slow rippling again. “Yes, that is right. I will hold you securely, my Colby.”

I was pretty sure I let out some kind of happy sound or sigh, but I wasn’t really in the right headspace to be confident about that. It’d been so long since I’d been restrained so perfectly, I had no desire to have a clear head.

Tentacles were so much better than arms.

And fingers would never compare to whatever his nubs were called.

I knew that because after a quiet reminder about safewords being important, one somehow became thin enough to have started fucking my slit like he’d been designed by the universe to be the perfect way to sound a human.

Amazing.

I’d have started bucking and wiggling if he hadn’t kept such a tight hold on me, but even Shibari ropes wouldn’t have restrained me the same way.

The utterly helpless feeling had my head going quiet and I couldn’t decide if I was more relaxed than I’d ever been or more turned on.

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