Chapter 12

Unfortunately, his brain worked faster than mine and he patted me on the head as he started to climb out of the car. “Please wait. Opening the car door is culturally appropriate for humans, whether submissive or not.”

Someone had been reading up on their Human 101 handbook.

But I waited, because he was right, it was appropriate and it was cute too.

He even carefully helped me out of the car…well…lifted me out of the car. “Humans have many fascinating social conventions.”

And we were clearly going to explore every one of them.

Wait.

What had we been talking about?

Jerker was wonderfully helpful as he set me down on the ground and closed the door. “I have learned that humans also like combining single activities together to make new ones. It is fascinating but I understand it is not polite for public.”

What wasn’t polite for public?

His sex lessons?

Something else?

“What…” Part of me wanted to ask what he was thinking but a bigger part knew he’d answer me, and that sounded overwhelming.

What if he asked my opinion about what he’d learned?

My brain was doing its best to look at the situation from every angle, but I still hadn’t figured out what I was going to do even when we got enough privacy to do it. Luckily for me, Jerker was very eager to show me what he’d learned once we’d gotten inside.

“We will both remember your safewords and limits, my Theo.” Picking me up as he closed the door, he started hugging me and stripping me at the same time. The mix of sweet and naughty was making my head swirl and my submission was basically playing peek-a-boo, not sure if it should come out to play or hide.

“Humans enjoy combining experiences. Your brains are fascinating.” His humans are so cute tone confused my dick and my sub side. They both liked it a lot but they weren’t sure if they were supposed to.

It was kind of like getting turned on by being accidentally Dommed for the first time. They hadn’t meant it like I’d taken it, but it’d been amazingly educational.

Only this time, it was perfectly fine for me to get turned on no matter what he did. He kind of expected it, honestly. “Humans.”

He even patted my erection over my briefs before he stripped them off.

Yep, we were cute and horny all the time.

Hmm…that might’ve been our evolutionary superpower and the reason we hadn’t wiped ourselves out yet.

“Yes, this will be most engaging.” He didn’t seem to think he needed to share whatever instructions he’d learned, but he did cup my cheek and smile as he set me down for a moment and turned me in a circle. “It is just like the pictures. Do not worry, my Theo. I am very educated.”

And it had pictures.

What the hell had he—

Oh.

Naked carrying definitely wasn’t the same as clothed carrying.

“Good boy, my Theo.” A smaller limb patted my head again as a larger one wound its way around my legs and up my torso. “Your hormonal reaction and verbalizations are making your enjoyment clear. The correct praise for that is good job.”

He was adorable…and really smart when it came to following instructions because in seconds I was naked and trapped against his body like I was in some kind of fucking baby carrier.

“Humans need praise and security.” He seemed to be reminding himself about what he’d been studying, so I pretended not to hear it as several smaller limbs came around me to secure his hold. “Emotional and physical security are necessary to produce the correct sensations unless specific kinks and desires are involved.”

Um, yeah.

God, they really had a Human Sex For Dummies book out there somewhere.

“Once security and praise have been provided, the scene may commence.” Jerker was taking everything he’d learned to heart as he made sure I wasn’t going anywhere and I knew he was proud of me. “You are relaxed and compliant, my Theo. Good boy.”

I kind of liked being restrained and held, so it was a good combination so far. “Thank you, Master.”

And since I was pretty sure my Master needed praise and emotional security as well, I let out a breath and did my best to focus on happy, sexy thoughts and about how glad I was to be with him. Nicholas had always said it was the best way to make Larry happy…and he wasn’t wrong.

Yay.

Jerker made a pleased sound and his limbs pulsed around me. “Well submitted, my Theo.”

Aww.

Cutest good boy ever.

I’d have figured out how to tell him that if he hadn’t picked that exact moment to scramble my brains.

Nubs started plucking at my nipples just as another slender tentacle eased inside of me and then he poofed all my brains away as he proved just how easily he could reward my submission. “Master…I…”

Thoughts drifted in and out as he pinched my nipples and started doing something to my prostate that almost felt like he was plucking it. When I didn’t bother trying to catch the random thoughts, he rewarded me even more by shifting one tentacle so it was rubbing over my erection.

I’d gone from confused to rock hard so fast there probably wasn’t a drop of blood left in my brain, but hearing how pleased he was made it all even more incredible. “You are very quick to arouse, my mate. Much faster than the average human statistics. I have the best human.”

Aww.

Oh wow.

Now he was plucking and pulsing like the best butt plug ever.

I didn’t have words, so I moaned and sent more good thoughts in his direction. It got through to him because I got a sweet hug and a snuggly kiss on my cheek as he continued doing wonderfully wicked things to me. “Yes, you are a wonderful human.”

The you’re a good puppy tone did it for me too even though that wasn’t my kink.

My dick didn’t think it was a problem, though, and just tried to get even harder to show Jerker how sweet we both thought he was. Its hard work was acknowledged with a pat and a bubbly kind of sound I thought was him chuckling. “My human.”

Yep, he thought I was just as cute as I thought he was.

“Education is very important.” That seemed to be him talking to himself again because I didn’t think there was any reasonable response I could make to it. I might’ve worried about hurting his feelings or doing something wrong, but he started walking toward the kitchen.

Mind. Blown.

The way I moved against his body as he walked felt like I was on some kind of crazy fucking machine and I couldn’t resist closing my eyes as fantasies flashed in and out of my head. Yes, humans liked combining different things in a scene.

Education wasn’t just important…it was fucking amazing.

As I imaged being trapped on a fucking machine like we were in some kind of porn, Master kept making soft approving sounds and telling me what a good mate I was being. The sweet praise added a crazy spice to the mix that somehow made everything feel even more dirty and erotic.

“I am proud of your submission, my mate.” I wasn’t sure if it was the head pat or his pride that added another dash of kink to the whole thing, but I definitely approved. “Allowing your mate to take care of you is very important. It provides you with an emotional and physical release, and it allows me to enjoy your submission. This is categorized as a fun activity for both of us.”

At some point, I was going to ask for a chance to read the Pleasing Your New Human handbook, but that could wait until I managed to open my eyes and see where the fuck he’d moved us.

Was that my fridge?

It was my fridge.

Was this hygienic?

Probably not, but since it was my kitchen and he didn’t seem to mind, I wasn’t going to worry about it.

Besides, I never had company over anyway.

“Humans find work to be highly stressful in most cases. I will admit to not understanding that. However, what is important is that we manage your stress on a daily basis.” He focused on that by thickening the tentacle inside me, but moving it slower.

I wasn’t sure if thin and faster was better or not, but if his goal was edging and not orgasm, he was doing it perfectly.

“Providing you with a variety of means to submit and making sure you have regular orgasms will help with stress management.” The way he was repeating the educational lecture he’d obviously gotten had me picturing him standing us up in the front of the class doing an erotic show-and-tell.

That fantasy was even better than the fucking machine one.

“Other important factors are nutrition and sleep. Humans have a variety of educational material regarding the preparation of food, so I will be learning those.” He made a thinking sound as the thick tentacle in me started to undulate like it was a wave.

Craziest. Sensation. Ever.

“There are many cultural factors that influence food and meal preparation.” His sounds shifted to something that clearly meant he was pleased, but reality was fuzzy and I had no idea what we were doing anymore.

The way he was pacing around the room added another level to the movements and it was leaving me shaking.

Not that I could move enough to actually do that physically.

No, I was stuck and it felt like the shaking was rattling around in me like a new sex toy.

“I have met several individuals whose mates are defined as littles and they have very interesting meal preferences.” Master picked a few things out of the fridge, but tracking his movements was just too hard so I gave up and closed my eyes again.

He liked whatever he was feeling from me because I got a happy sound and a pat on the head…then a squeeze to my dick. “Good boy, my Theo.”

Rewards were awesome.

“We will have additional discussions on food allergies and preferences. However, is it safe to assume that any food in your kitchen is tolerable?”

Huh?

The way he tapped on the head of my dick like he was knocking at the door didn’t help my ability to figure out his question but it was a wonderful source of fantasy material. Still, I knew he’d asked me something, so I tried to answer it.

“I…um…”

I needed to try harder.

“Food, my Theo.” He sounded almost giggly. “Do you have any intolerances? Will any food in your home give you what is called a tummy ache? Will any consumables in your kitchen push food through your digestive tract too quickly?”

Oh.

“No, Master.” Good questions. He was so smart.

Yay for the alien educational system.

“Thank you, my Theo.” A gentle caress to my cheek was my reward for finally answering him. “Now you may submit.”

Thank fuck.

The last hold I had on the real world vanished like strings being snipped and I let the trapped pleasure in me just roll through me like waves. I could hear him making food and part of me registered when he moved, but with nothing to do but obey him and submit, I didn’t worry about dinner.

It wasn’t up to me.

Master wanted to take care of me and he wanted to practice what he’d learned.

Yes, I had to let Master do his homework.

Oh, he’d be such a hot student.

Images of him holding me in front of his class talking about how I’d reacted and how many times he’d made me come filled my imagination and sent little jolts of pleasure firing through me. The tiny flares were like mini orgasms that he kept on a tight leash and only doled out when I’d submitted perfectly.

Reaching for that almost unattainable goal had the rest of the world fading and it wasn’t until the pulsing pleasure finally slowed that I realized Master was talking again. “My Theo, you have been a very good submissive human and retained maximum submission. Now it is time to replace the energy your body has consumed.”

Food.

I had to eat.

Maximum submission.

As my head cleared, I realized an orgasm hadn’t been the goal but he’d wrung out every drop of stress I’d been feeling earlier. I was a weird mix of aroused and relaxed, and I did my best to ignore my erection as he slowly walked us over to the table.

The set table.

Oh, we were having spaghetti.

“That…that looks so good, Master.” And not having to move or stand up on my own made sure I could use all my somewhat limited brain power on appreciating it. “Thank you for making me dinner and for making me so relaxed, Master.”

I wasn’t sure that was the most accurate word for the heavy feeling in me but thanking him for making it feel like I had a weighted blanket wrapped around me didn’t seem like it would make sense to him.

“You are welcome, my Theo.” His proud tone shifted to something happier when I moaned as his tentacle finally eased out of me. “We shall return to focusing on your pleasure and orgasm closer to bedtime. That will help you to sleep soundly.”

He wasn’t wrong, but that sounded so far away.

“I…I can orgasm more than once. Really, I can.” Especially with so many hours between them. “We…I…I can go fast.”

With anyone else I’d have been embarrassed saying that, but Master was different. He made everything feel safe to talk about.

I didn’t even feel ridiculous when he frowned thoughtfully and looked down at my dick as he set me in my chair. “Will achieving an orgasm now lead to sleep, my Theo?”

I’d have answered that but he started petting down the length of it and it was distracting as hell. “I…”

“Your body requires nutrition and your brain must function clearly so we can discuss limits. That is highly important.” Cocking his head in a human gesture he must’ve seen somewhere, he kept giving me his thoughtful-professor expression. “Do you understand the importance of those tasks?”

I had to eat and we had to talk about sex.

“Yes, Master.” I’d agree to just about anything he wanted if I got to come. “I…I can eat and talk about limits.”

The head pat that got me fell so perfectly into the professor and class fantasies I’d been soaking up, it almost made me come right then. “Then you may have an orgasm now and later, my Theo. But your release at bedtime is dependent on appropriate behavior.”

Naughty boys didn’t get more orgasms.

Got it.

I managed to nod before he wrapped one thinned-out tentacle around my dick and started twirling it around and around. The concentrated pleasure had my head falling back and my eyes closing again, and my hips tried to thrust up and fuck his grip.

His low hum was clearly one of denial but he had me pinned against the chair before my brain could process that. “Submission is a requirement, my Theo, not a suggestion.”

I had every intention of agreeing with him, but he slipped another tentacle between my legs and killed the last of my brain cells as he teased my hole. “Master…”

“Yes, the associations between submission and orgasmic achievement must be continually reinforced. Human brains respond well to patterns and logical connections.” Master’s touch and just his tone were perfect, but as he started tugging at my nipples, the reality of what he’d said hit me.

Conditioning.

Logical or not…reasonable or not…it was the hottest thing a Dom had ever said to me and my orgasm exploded out of me as he kept up the overwhelming sensations his body could give mine.

He wanted me enough to train me.

Best. Dom. Ever.