Page 33 of Santa Has Tentacles

Chapter 10

Colby

“I…” I tried to get words out but he deliberately made it harder by teasing right around my hole, circling it gently to drive me insane. “I was going…I was going to wash you.”

Got it out.

Saint was still very pleased with himself or maybe with the situation. He was pleased with something, though, because several of his smaller limbs caressed over me as a bigger one pulsed. “You have already given me much pleasure with your touch, my Colby. It is now time to please me with your submission.”

God, he was so fucking good at making me melt.

He already knew firsthand how much I loved being immobile in bed, but I’d never dreamed of doing it in the bathtub.

Saint’s smirk said he’d found a new favorite toy when just trailing water down my chest nearly made me short-circuit. “Your reaction to being restrained is even more intense in our new environment, my Colby.”

It was…and he liked being right.

“Human bodies have many remarkable reactions.” Smaller limbs tucked my legs up higher toward my torso, getting a shiver from me as I felt even more exposed even though I was still halfin the water. “Simply shifting your physical position provides for variable responses.”

He didn’t seem to be looking for a verbal response because he smiled when all I got out was a moan. “Human pleasure sounds vibrate through the air. It is like your body is reaching for mine even with your voice.”

I came close to getting a word out.

Very close.

But the bodywash appeared out of nowhere and suddenly a slick tentacle with his nubby things stiff and sticking out from his limb was caressing over me.

I wasn’t sure what I’d been trying to say because he scattered every brain cell I had when it started winding around me. I knew I shivered and I was pretty sure I moaned, but it was like the pleasure was trapped inside me with nowhere to go.

“Close your eyes, my Colby. Your mate is in control. There is nothing you will be allowed to do but shout your pleasures, my human.” Saint made a happy sigh as I obeyed, but there was nothing sweet about what he was doing to the rest of me.

“Good boy, my Colby.” His voice went soft and deep, and it did crazy things to my insides as his slicked tentacle slid over me. “Your body is mine to protect. I will guard your pleasure and your needs.”

It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me, but I laughed and tried to squirm as he discovered how ticklish my pits were. Saint didn’t think I ruined the moment, though, he made a happy sound and did it again, marveling at his new discovery. “The human phenomenon of tickles. Oh, my Colby, you areticklish.”

He nearly giggled as he poked under my other arm, barely holding back from doing it again based on the sounds he was making. “We have not discussed the consent around bodily laughter, my Colby.”

Limits.

Yes.

Consent applied to more than just pain and orgasms.

But my dick was still convinced thatanythingSaint did to me would lead to an orgasm, so it was still in full-steam-ahead mode.

“Yes.” He let me catch my breath, but my brain was still skipping around in circles as he went back to cleaning me. “I…I like being helpless like that…as long as it’s just with you. You’re…”

I cut myself off before I could complete the sentence.

I knew what I wanted to say, but it was our first date.

“I consent to being tickled, Sir.” That got another pleased pulse from him and the rippling way his tentacles tightened around me made me moan again. “Sir…please…”

“My good boy.” The soap-slicked tentacle teased around my dick and down between my legs, giving me the impression that good boys got very clean. “Your need is wonderful to feel, my Colby.”

Something about the way he said it had my addled brain wondering if we sensed things the same way. I hoped I could remember to come back to the thought later, but for the moment, I did my best to simply react and hoped I was giving him enough.

“Beautiful, my mate.” Caressing over me in rippling waves, Saint slid the tip of his tentacle over my taint and fucked me with the tip as the nubs massaged the tight ring of muscles he was stretching. “Your helpless pleasure provides me with amazement.”

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