Chapter 18

“Yes, this was a very good compromise.” Master ran one tentacle down the front of my pants and nodded, thoroughly pleased with himself. “It provides support and draws attention to your body without being non-modest by human standards.”

The jock he’d put me in was strained to the limit as he made me even harder, but he was right, it wasn’t going to get us in trouble.

Now, the way he was petting me in public would get us in trouble if he kept doing it once he moved us away from the car. For the time being his body and the car door kept us safe, but once he moved, all bets were off.

God, it was hot.

“Human dating culture makes me happy too, my Theo.” He was adorably earnest considering he really only seemed to like it since it meant he got to dress me up and show me off.

Hmm, had he figured out what we could get away with in a club?

Nope.

Pushing away the random thoughts that were only making me harder, I took a deep breath and did my best to ignore how he was edging me. “I’m glad, Master.”

As he finally stepped back, I was glad I’d parked us toward the back of the lot but just seeing how far we were going to have to walk looked painful. “We shall make dating a weekly ritual, my Theo.”

He was going to kill me.

“I like doing things with you.” Especially ones that made me hard. “And I think you’ll like the movie too.”

He liked shows and stuff on TV, so I was hoping he’d like the movies.

“I am eager to experience it.” Stepping back from the car, he finally let me all the way out and kept his hands to himself as I shut the door and put the keys in my pocket. “New experiences should be tried together.”

“Something you read online?” I couldn’t decide if I was glad or frustrated when he shifted beside me and barely rested one tentacle across my lower back.

“Yes.” All I got was a tiny pat before his limbs went back to being perfectly acceptable. “It is seen as a bonding ritual.”

“I think I’ve heard that before.” I wasn’t sure where but it sounded familiar. “There are all kinds of things we can learn together. There are physical activities we can do for dates and outdoor stuff. I know people who’ve gone on dates where they did crafts.”

If doing paint by numbers and drinking could be considered crafting.

“We just need to figure out what kind of things we want to explore.” Most of the time I’d gone out on the I paid for dinner so don’t you want to suck my dick type of dates.

That was not how Jerker saw dating, though.

“Yes. Instead of two lists we will make one couples list.” That idea made him happy and he nearly bounced into the theater. He was in such a good mood he even found discussing popcorn to be interesting, but in the end, he decided he wasn’t feeling adventurous.

Because popcorn was a very novel idea.

He was so cute, even when he was looking at junk food like it was bugs.

But what made him pleased as punch was seeing that the seats had footrests and armrests that went up so he could snuggle me as the lights dimmed. The delight in his voice was impossible to miss as he whispered in my ear as the theater got dark. “I am starting to understand the human enjoyment in watching movies in public.”

Yeah, he’d figured out the fun very quickly because within minutes of the movie starting, his limbs began wandering.

At first it was innocent touches to my legs and hugs as he wrapped several limbs around me. But when his analytical mind finally grasped how much privacy we had, one tentacle started slowly trailing up the inside of my thighs.

Yeah, he was going to love movie dates.

On the other hand, I was being tortured because while there wasn’t anyone around us, there were a few people scattered in the front rows, and if I got too loud, they’d hear. Jerker was definitely doing his best to get a reaction out of me, though.

As the first gunfire in the movie went off, he squeezed my dick and spread my legs. I managed not to moan but he wasn’t making it easy. Just the way he had my legs trapped and open for him had fantasies running amuck in my head, but he turned it up a notch when one impossibly thin tentacle slipped inside my pants.

Between their size and the stretch of the fabric, Master didn’t have any problem finding the parts he loved playing with the most.

His tentacle was so thin, though, that it gave a completely different sensation as the cordlike toy traced around my balls and along the sides of the jock pouch. I couldn’t help but picture how it would feel coming down on me, so thin and so firm, and the pain my brain imagined was so good I had to press my lips together to keep quiet.

Jerker was silent, but his body vibrated and I knew at the very least he was pleased as fuck that he’d gotten such good reactions out of me. He was getting a brag-worthy story out of his first date and I knew he’d be making sure every alien he knew understood what a good Master he was.

Fuck.

That was hot too.

And the way he started tightening his hold on me said he’d figured out I was getting even more turned on.

Not that anyone would’ve noticed.

The way he had his limbs arranged, if anyone had seen us, they’d have just thought he was snuggling me in the dark. They’d never know he had one tentacle teasing under my jock, tracing around my balls and playing with my slit like it was a fun way to relax.

I was never going to make it through the whole movie, but I wasn’t sure if I’d explode or just die of a heart attack first.

Master didn’t help the situation as he leaned in and nuzzled against my neck. “Take in oxygen, my mate, or I will have to stop your reward for choosing a wonderful date.”

Well, he didn’t help my dick problem but he did give me a good reminder about something important.

Air.

“Good boy.” He seemed to have decided that I needed a reward for following his order to breathe because his tentacle started to do that lollipop maneuver where he twirled it around my cock over and over. “Yes, just relax and enjoy our time together, my Theo. Our first human date should be memorable.”

Oh God, he was going to edge me the whole night.

Who the fuck had told him about human dating?

A sadist.

By the time the movie ended, I had no idea which side of the war had won or even who the bad guys were, but I was floating above my body and Jerker was over-the-moon proud of himself. “You have not even made a mess. You have been a very good boy.”

For some reason, he seemed to struggle with the made a mess part and that had my brain tuning back into reality. I couldn’t figure out why he’d stumbled over that part and the mental searching had my mind clearing enough that I realized the credits had been rolling for a while.

“Thank you… Yes, thank you, Master.” No. Not Master in public. “I…I…I need a second before we get up.”

My clothes were magically straightened and I looked fine. Hell, he’d even made sure my erection was as discreet as it could be. But I had a feeling my eyes had that just fucked into oblivion look, so I wasn’t going to try to walk through the lobby yet.

Not that I was sure my legs would work yet anyhow.

“Of course, my Theo.” Wearing a very smug expression, Jerker ran a small tentacle over my head. “You have worked hard at relaxing.”

Well, that was one way to put it.

“You’re very good at helping me relax.” Leaning over, I gave him a quick peck. “Thank you.”

I wasn’t sure what I was thanking him for, but he liked it and puffed up even more. “You are welcome, my Theo.”

A few more deep breaths and the lights coming up a bit had my brain clearing even more, and a few wiggles said my legs would probably keep me upright, so I sat up straighter. “Are you ready for dinner? Where should we go?”

Sitting would not help me to function and it wouldn’t help my hard-on situation, so I was hoping that walking would fix a few lingering problems.

One big one especially.

“There are several restaurants in this shopping area.” His casual tone was completely at odds with the crazy feelings still bouncing around in me. “You require nutrition and water, my Theo.”

Aftercare…the restaurant version.

“I think that’s a good idea.” But if I didn’t stand up on my own, he’d carry me, so I put the footrest down and tried to subtly test to see if my legs would support me.

They would, but I needed to learn to be more subtle because as soon as I started to rise, he wrapped a large tentacle around me. “I will not let you fall, my Theo.”

He was sweet but I wasn’t going to let him carry me out of the movie theater. “Thank you.”

Did it.

It took him a few seconds to really trust me about that, but eventually he agreed I was steady enough to release and we made our way out of the building. No drama. No being carried. No one noticing I was still achingly hard.

Perfect.

Oh food.

“I…” Frowning at the options around the movie theater, I wasn’t sure what I wanted or what would be reasonable. “Do you want Mexican or maybe breakfast? That diner over there is pretty good and serves breakfast all day.”

And it was cheap.

My budget was pretty good for the time being because he kept insisting that as my mate he needed to provide me with food, but I wasn’t sure how his finances were looking. I knew logically I should ask because that was what people who communicated did, but I’d never had that conversation with any guy I’d dated.

And we’d technically only been together about a week.

But we were mates, so that made things different, right?

He was my Master, though, so that might change the rules too?

“Your thoughts are not filled with human pleasures, my Theo.” Still very much in Master mode, Jerker’s tentacle steered us to the right and started gently running another tentacle over my head. “Please explain.”

Ugh.

“Um, well.” How did I explain the roller coaster of thoughts that’d flooded my brain? “I was thinking about how nice our date had been and how you were taking care of me.”

Kind of.

“Then I remembered we needed to talk about dinner and I didn’t know what I wanted, and then I started worrying that I might pick a restaurant that’s too expensive. You always want to pay for stuff like that and I don’t mind that, but I didn’t want to make things hard on you.” I liked being taken care of but I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass about it. “Then I realized we hadn’t talked about money, and I’m pretty sure that was when you asked me where my mind had wandered off to.”

It felt like I’d missed a step in there somewhere, but it seemed mostly right, so I took a deep breath and decided to let Master sort it out. He was smart. If he could run a spaceship, he could handle one slightly stressed submissive human.

“Human brains are fascinating.” Still running a limb over my head, probably doing his best to find a good way to soothe me in public, he made thinking sounds as we crossed the parking lot. “I will pick our place of food. However, we will make a limits list of food and restaurants.”

Oh, why hadn’t a Dom mentioned that before?

“That’s so…Master, I don’t know anyone who’s done that before.” That was just… “We can do that?”

“Yes.” Jerker’s confident tone said he knew he could fix anything. “You will list places you like to eat and will indicate which are not acceptable. When we go out, you will have one chance to pick. If you cannot, I will decide.”

“What…what if I’m a pain in the ass about it?” Food was hard sometimes.

“You will get one chance to make your preference known. If you misbehave later and do what is called pitching a fit, you will be punished. That is reasonable, my Theo.” He shrugged like there wasn’t anything he could do about it even thought he was the one making the rules.

That conversation wouldn’t go well, though, so I just ignored the illogical nature of the situation.

“What kind of punishment?” Yes, that was a much more important conversation to have.

“The most frequently discussed punishments online that do not involve spankings are writing and the use of a cock cage.” He’d clearly been thinking about that for entirely too long. There hadn’t even been a second’s hesitation before he’d started to answer.

I’d have to write lines or go in a cock cage?

Well, clearly I could get harder even though I hadn’t thought that was possible.

“Human minds.” Master gave a low laugh as he patted my head. “Human submissives are endlessly interesting, my Theo.”

And he obviously thought we were cute too.

“I was…distracted.” Yep. That was the best word to describe it.

“My Theo, are you curious about the use of denial and restraints in domination-based sexual pleasures?” His utter delight at being able to ask that question made me groan. “Your limits list indicated that it would be acceptable as punishment or pleasure.”

I was an idiot.

“Um, we should probably talk about food first.” Yes, that was a much better plan. “Where are we going?”

Did he have any idea he was walking us toward a really expensive Italian restaurant?

Noodles should never cost that much.

“We are eating, my Theo.” Giving me another “it’s okay” kind of pat, he smiled. “I enjoy watching you consume the food labeled as spaghetti.”

At least I didn’t have to worry about what was for dinner any longer.

Spaghetti.