Page 30 of Santa Has Tentacles

He was going to be a handful.

“That is not how submissives are treated, human mate or not.” His stubborn tone made me think we’d found something he was going to be unreasonable about. “I am to take care of your needs and provide what is called asafe space. Your submission is different than what I would see in our species, but that does not make it any less important.”

So we’d run into some kind of cultural issues?

“You have made me feel very important so far.” Giving him a quick peck as he turned on both taps of the biggest tub I’d ever seen, I slowly stroked over the tentacles I could easily reach. “You’re going to be a wonderful Dom for me.”

Mate?

Something.

He was going to be a wonderful something and we’d figure out what we were later.

That seemed like a future me problem. Current me was going to get in the oversized tub and hopefully see if I could talk my Dom into giving me another orgasm once I’d figured out the best way to make him happy.

Bathtub cuddles and a massage of some sort seemed like the best way to show him how happy he’d made me, but it might take a few sessions to figure out what worked best.

I was all for naked research that would hopefully end in orgasms.

Saint didn’t seem like he’d have a problem with that plan either.

“You are a wonderful submissive human, my Colby.” Running several limbs over me, Saint snuggled me tight as the water filled the tub. “Balancing out your need to actively submit with your emotional and physical availability will be something I consider, however.”

Huh?

My brain rolled that around for a moment as he finally set me down beside the tub and turned me toward the toilet. “Humans must evacuate on a regular basis.”

Go pee.

Got it.

While most of the room was one big open space that was about half the size of the rest of his apartment, the toilet was tucked behind a half wall. It gave just enough privacy to point out that he didn’t have any plans to give me privacy. I wasn’t pee-shy, though, so I pissed as I thought about what he’d said.

That was not a good idea.

“Your urine is not clear enough, my Colby.” Saint automatically steadied me as I jumped and wrapped one small tentacle around my dick, since it probably looked like I had no idea what I was doing. “You will consume more water.”

Fuck.

Yep, privacy wasn’t a thing…and I was going to have to pay more attention to my surroundings.

It was weird but we hadn’t actually reached a limit of mine, so I wasn’t sure what to say. “You’re right. Thank you.”

That worked for now and I’d figure out new limits eventually.

“Humans are fragile.” A now naked Saint patted my head again as he shook my dick. “I will keep you safe and healthy, my Colby.”

“That’s one of the things you guys do with your mates? I mean, the submissive ones?” I’d seen them mentioned in books and he’d made it sound like they were real, but I wanted to make sure. “Keeping them safe and healthy is primary, right?”

“Yes.” Flushing the toilet, Saint led me over to one of the double sinks and started washing my hands and the tentacle that had helped me out. “Submissives give of themselves until they have nothing left. They need care and limits to make sure their external focus does not do internal damage.”

I wanted to argue or push back against that at the very least, but more than a few of my relationships had gone badly because I’d felt so emotionally and physically drained I couldn’t cope. “I hadn’t thought of it that way, but taking care of you is important to me.”

Saint smiled at me in the mirror as he dried my hands. “Yes, my Colby. We will balance your need to caretake with my need to keep you safe.”

He was clearly humoring his human, but I decided that was something we’d come back to later once I saw how out of hand it would get.

“Thank you, Sir.” Eventually it would get out of hand. Every relationship had something like that, but as far as stuff I’d argued about with dates and boyfriends, how much they wanted to keep me safe had never been an issue.

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