Page 34 of Santa Has Tentacles

Saint was providing me with amazement too because his tentacle smoothed out and slid right into me, frictionless as it gave me the most incredible stretch. In my head I was squirming and fighting to take more, but he was right, I was helpless. His soft touch didn’t match with being controlled so completely but that just made it even better.

Did he realize that?

Did he understand how the mixed signals were frying my brain?

Saint certainly knew how hard I was because he flicked it and seemed to like the way it bobbed in the water based on the low chuckle he let out. He knew how incredible it felt for him to be slowly filling me because he made pleased sounds every time I moaned. And he knew how much I loved being completely his because his limbs were so perfectly tight, moving seemed like a faraway dream.

“You love being filled, my Colby.” It wasn’t really a question but what caught my attention was how quiet the words were. They were so low I could only hear him because of how close he was, and at first, I couldn’t figure out what was going on. “But just hearing your sounds will not be enough to let others know how you are receiving pleasure from your mate.”

Oh wow.

The tentacle that’d been swatting my dick and playing with it in the water gave it a firmer tap that had me crying out as thepain and pleasure fired through me. There needed to be a better fucking word to describe it, but amazing was all I had.

“Yes, let them hear your desire, my Colby.” My slightly dorky and adorable Dom had morphed into a sexy-as-fuck Master who wanted to show off his new sub.

It was amazing what some research and a bit of confidence could do to a guy.

“Do you like painful pleasures on your erection?” He’d gone back to flicking me as he whispered and the tentacle cock inside me fucked me slowly.

Too slowly.

Words.

He wanted words.

“Yes.” Ha. Found one. “Please?”

The game seemed to be to let them hear me but he didn’t want them to know what he was doing to me. So that was the part I clung to and the only thing I tried to remember as I nearly shattered with every incredible sensation he fired through me. “Please, Sir. Please.”

His normally happy sound was deeper and somehow felt wicked as it slid over me. “Such a beautiful desperation, my Colby.”

My reward for letting him show me off was to get another smack on my dick that had it bouncing out of the water as my cry echoed in the room. The water was insulating it somehow because I knew it should’ve been more painful but that just made it even better as it fucked with my head.

“More. Please, Master. More.” The tiny bit of brains at the back of my head that still seemed to be working pointed out it might not be enough information and it also couldn’t help trying to give its opinion on the move from Sir to Master.

I just ignored it and focused on my Master like a good sub.

“Thank you. I. Thank you.” Yep. He liked good manners too. “Oh, Master.”

The tentacle inside me slowly got thicker and stopped right at perfect before it went back to a shallow fuck that was going to make me crazy. “Master…that’s…I need…”

“More. My beautiful mate has great needs.” And Master liked showing that off because his voice was louder and he seemed pleased as fuck about it. “Do not worry, my mate. I will provide for you.”

That was definitely a big promise for him because he thickened the nubs in me so they’d massage my prostate with every thrust.

Had I confessed he was amazing yet?

I told myself I would have to make sure to do that once my body stopped trying to shatter into a thousand pieces.

He must’ve known how close I was because the tentacle playing with my cock gave it a few soft caresses to make me wait, and when I whimpered, he let out a pleased sound. “So beautiful.”

The sounds?

My desperation?

My submission?

Ideas were bouncing around in my head, but he stopped it all with one firm flick of his tentacle. Pain and pleasure flashed through me as Master decided it was time for me to come. “Now, my mate.”

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