Chapter 13

Colby

“I…I thought we could each get a copy of the same book so we could read the story at the same time…or…or we could pick one and you could read it to me?” When I’d first thought of it, the idea hadn’t sounded romantic enough that I’d need a reward right away.

Saint didn’t see it the same way.

“You are such a good submissive human for your mate.” The tentacle licking around my ice cream cone tightened and one of the nubs thinned out to gently sound the tip of my dick.

He made my entire body spark and my hips tried to thrust up but he wasn’t going to let me mess up his plans by accidentally hurting myself. “You have found an activity that will promote bonding in a variety of ways.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

Even two humans would’ve gotten closer together in one way or another.

“I…I want to do things together with you, Sir…and…and we both like books.” I was incredibly proud of myself for getting a full sentence out and for not coming yet.

But Saint didn’t seem to appreciate my self-control because he slowly wrapped tentacles around me until I was completely restrained against him.

Damn it.

As brain cells started shutting down left and right, I moaned and earned a happy sound from my wickedly sweet Dom. “We shall buy a book that celebrates the romance between our species and reenact the scenes as we read. Education is highly prized with both our species.”

If we practiced what we read, then it was an educational dirty book?

There was no way I could’ve forgotten about our audience, but something about the conversation or Saint’s educational comment had a low buzz running through the room and I realized it was actually a conversation that was too low for human hearing.

It was kind of erotic to know they were talking and I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was also distracting as fuck and kept me from coming.

“Please define tentacle porn .”

Well, at least I knew what their conversation was about…dirty books.

Saint didn’t have a problem multitasking, so he was helpful. “Humans have a genre of books based around aliens and physical beings that could be loosely defined as monsters .”

No one sounded offended by it, but somehow my eyes had squeezed shut so I couldn’t see what they were doing any longer.

“ An imaginary creature that is typically large, ugly, and frightening .” The voice repeating what seemed to be the actual definition of monster sounded curious and slightly confused. “That is desirable?”

“Highly.” Saint seemed to love being their cultural expert on monster porn and his excitement boiled over into sounding me faster or deeper or something.

My brains were scrambled, and all I could do was shake and feel more trapped as he fucked me from the inside out.

“Uniqueness and tentacles are prized highly amongst a small population of readers. They consume what is called monster porn and their literature has slowly begun to gain accurate knowledge. Although some is still highly fictional in nature.” Saint sounded disappointed in that but I wasn’t sure there was anything he could do about humans and their imaginations.

“How would one acquire a reader of this nature?” That voice sounded almost like he was wondering how to buy one, but that wasn’t how they saw us, so I knew it was just some kind of translation error. “Bookstores?”

It wasn’t a bad idea but I could feel Saint shake his head. “I would suggest the internet medium called social media. I will provide access to the appropriate book groups. Once you have completed sufficient research, readers will come to you. They are most helpful.”

More quiet sounds hummed around the room as Saint’s tentacles slipped under my shirt. He wasn’t even pretending to be subtle any longer. He was ready for the culmination of our playtime and probably ready to show off his sub.

“Let them see the beauty of a reader, my Colby.” Pinching my nipples as he pulsed his tentacle inside me just wide enough to send a confusing mix of pain and pleasure through me shattered the last of my control.

I could hear myself cry out but it was far away and muffled by the pleasure flooding over me. It was like being buried under a wave of sensation and it just kept going like nothing would stop it. Eventually my brain got control of it but it took a while because when reality tuned back in, the rest of the room had cleared out and human helper dude was walking into the dining hall.

With a stack of clothes.

For fuck’s sake.

“He’ll need these.” Handing Saint a stack of what seemed to be high-end casual clothes, human helper dude looked bored but I knew he had to work at it. “Make sure he brings clothes for later. Humans don’t like wearing the same clothes over and over. It has negative social connotations.”

Yep.

“Thank you for the reminder. We will add a trip to his home to our afternoon outing.” Making that declaration, Saint cuddled me up against his chest. “The additional clothing is appreciated as well. Humans disklike being sticky .”

Great.

“Don’t make me laugh. I’m supposed to be boring, remember?” Human helper dude’s response made Saint shrug.

“I did not make that rule. I do not have to follow it.” Sounding like he enjoyed fucking with human helper dude, Saint kept me bundled against him and rose carefully. “Please pass along compliments to the cooking staff. My human enjoyed breakfast.”

Human helper guy sighed. “I heard.”

Mumbling something about hoping his boss didn’t kill him, human helper guy picked up our plates and shook his head. He seemed to be talking to himself, so neither of us did more than give another casual thanks as Saint carried me out of the room and back to the elevator.

“How did he end up with a human boss with no sense of humor?” That just seemed ridiculous considering how insane working there must be some days, but it was the only explanation that made sense.

“The head human helper is…confusing.” For Saint to define him that way meant the guy really was confusing. “I do not think he understands submission but his passion for organization and keeping us safe is admirable.”

“You’ll make sure the human helper doesn’t get in trouble, right?” Nothing had actually sounded serious about it, just frustrating, but I was still glad when Saint nodded as we started heading back up to his room.

“Yes, he is not supposed to be friendly because that is considered negative in some work environments. However, we feel he is something other than a stranger.” Saint shrugged as he shifted me around again so he could show me the clothes. “If these do not suffice, I have mastered the human art of online ordering .”

“Thank you.” They actually seemed nice and like they’d fit pretty good, so I wasn’t worried. I was however not going to ask how anyone else in the building knew what size underwear I’d needed. “They look like they’re going to work great.”

“Very good, my Colby.” As the doors opened on his floor, Saint carried me out and went back to his caretaking. “Some humans have a need for additional sleep after physical pleasure exertions. Do you require a nap, my human?”

“No.” I couldn’t deny that cuddling him and going back to sleep would be nice, but he didn’t need as much rest as we did, and if we were going to the bookstore and my apartment, and doing whatever caretaking stuff Saint decided was necessary, I couldn’t sleep all day long. “But thank you for watching out for me.”

And for showing me off.

I wasn’t sure if we were going to discuss that yet, so I relaxed and enjoyed being cuddled as we went into the apartment. He wasn’t wrong for dropping off my new clothes on the bed and going straight to the bathroom. Humans didn’t like being sticky. But I wasn’t sure what the rest of the plan was as he turned on the shower.

“Is there anything else you want to do today?” Were we really going to my place to get clothes for me? How long was I going to stay?

Saint took the question seriously as he stripped off my clothes that were officially too dirty to wear again even for a walk of shame. “Reviewing living conditions and submissive limits are high-priority items on the list I have been given.”

Huh?

Oh.

“Your what to do when you’re going to keep your human list?” His nod didn’t surprise me. “Thought so.”

They were single-minded at the very least.

“I’m glad you have a list.” It seemed to be the only reasonable response when he finished stripping me and carefully guided me into the shower. “Are you getting in too?”

“No, my human. Your penis requires rest.” Giving it a stern frown, he extended his limbs so I was under the spray but he was outside of the shower. “It is stubborn and highly motivated by touch.”

Yep.

“It likes you a lot.” Shrugging, I let him move me around and did my best to keep my desire under control while he quickly washed me down. “I like you too.”

“You also liked being watched, my Colby.” Somehow, he timed that helpful tidbit right when his tentacle washed my stubborn dick.

Who would’ve said hello if we’d given him a few more minutes to recover.

“Yes. I had fun and everyone seemed very nice.” I wasn’t sure if we were talking about it or just acknowledging it, but I decided to be a good sub either way…and since Saint thought a good sub communicated, that was what I did. “Did you like it?”

The way he’d first described it still had me wondering if he would have second thoughts about it or if he’d end up feeling bad.

Whatever the alien version of Dom drop would be.

Nothing in his behavior made me think there was a problem, but um, he was an alien and I couldn’t read his mind.

Maybe he needed me to remind him of that?

“This is one of those times I wish I could read you as thoroughly as you can me.” As he turned me back around under the water, I could finally see his face again and he wasn’t as serious.

“I had forgotten.” Running one tentacle over my head, he smiled and looked slightly apologetic. “Human limitations. You do so well with our species it created a momentary loss of reason.”

“That’s okay.” Kissing a tentacle that moved past me, I grinned when he let out a chuckle. “We’re still figuring things out.”

And we’d keep running into those kinds of issues for a while.

Interesting labels on our relationship or not.

“I am feeling very content—I believe is the word—regarding your pleasures.” Nothing in his behavior said he was leaving out important details, so I nodded and it kept his explanation going. “The human emotion of pride seems to best fit my thoughts about how our breakfast ended.”

That was the point where he looked slightly…guilty, maybe.

Making a guess, I pretended not to notice his reaction and smiled. “I’m glad you were proud of our scene…and hopefully how good I was. No one seemed to mind us playing in the dining hall. Or did I miss any negative responses?”

I hadn’t.

But asking let him process the scene again.

“There were no negative responses. Asking if any of their questions were distracting was important to me, however.” He frowned as he turned me around to rinse me once more. “I did not realize many of my people have not found an appreciation for the information in books.”

He really didn’t get that judging by the expression on his face. “There are many subjects in novels that provide a deeper understanding of humans. Especially the genres of romance and erotica.”

I loved the way he saw things.

“Like what?” Smiling as he turned the water off and wrapped me up in my towel, I let him bundle me up and carry me out of the bathroom.

“They illustrate common human communication failures.” Bringing me over to the bed, he sat me down and went to work efficiently drying me off.

He was serious about the whole “penis needs a rest” thing because it got a gentle pat but that was about it. My dick tried to get dramatic but the conversation was actually interesting and that managed to keep him soft.

“They discuss human anatomy in ways that medical texts do not.” Frowning, Saint sighed theatrically. “We were not told how much fun the male prostate was.”

Laughing might not have been the right response but it was all I had.

Saint shook his head and went back to pretending to be a frustrated human as he slipped on what were thankfully brand-new boxer briefs. “Thorough online research and conversations with people called working girls helped establish factual information about human sexuality, however.”

Still wasn’t a laughing matter but he wasn’t helping the situation.

“Research has allowed several of our people to become established in the human pornographic entertainment industry.” He seemed really proud about that which had me back to smiling, but I managed not to laugh that time.

“I’m glad they found a career that they like.” There was no way it was just to pay for law school. When they picked a job, it was because they were passionate about it. “And it’s been very helpful too. Very educational.”

I knew that firsthand.

“It is a career to have pride in.” Sliding the pants over my legs, he lifted me up to finish getting me dressed. “You are right.”

I was also fully clothed.

And I could see why they liked littles so much.

Saint had gone into full caretaker mode and washed and dressed me without wondering if I should be doing it myself. The strength difference might’ve been part of it, but from what I’d read, it was more of a species thing.

As he put my shoes on and used his nubs to comb my hair, I couldn’t help going back to a conversation I’d read in a book a few months ago. I couldn’t remember which one it’d been in…I’d been reading way too much for that…but the alien Dom had said that in their society, if one of them submitted to another it was completely.

Like full-on total dependence.

Yep, dressing me was not something he was ever going to second-guess.

And I was probably really lucky he understood he couldn’t carry me around in public.

Yeah, the first human sub they’d met had probably explained it fairly quickly, but I had a feeling romance novels had been really good at helping them see some of the more reasonable limits on human relationships. Like not carrying us around everywhere, penises needing downtime, and that we needed to be walked and fed on a regular basis.

Thank goodness for dirty books.