His Human (The New Neighbors #2) - M.A. Innes Page 0,17

fading away into the oblivion I’d craved for so long.

Maverick

I had always had a strong appreciation for instruction manuals, but as my little human’s mind faded into unconsciousness, I was glad I had done such extensive research regarding the sexual needs of human submissives. For such an interesting species, they required much care and maintenance.

Chapter 6

Trip

When everything came back into focus, I was cradled in Maverick’s limbs and naked with a wonderful ache coming from my ass. It was like my entire being had been stretched too far and nothing felt like it had before. It’d been so long since I’d felt this way it was almost unfamiliar, but it had to be like riding a bike because as I shifted, it started to feel wonderfully familiar again.

“If you are awake, my little human, why are you pretending to sleep?” He seemed honestly curious, so I assumed it had to be some kind of cultural difference in how we woke up.

“Because this is so nice, why would I want to wake up?” I didn’t want to tune out completely, but moving wasn’t high on my to-do list. The way his limbs were rippling over me as he held me almost immobile was perfect, and the combination of everything had me more relaxed than I’d been in ages.

He made a chuckling sound and one tentacle came up to stroke my face. “Because I would like to see your reactions and to know that you have recovered from your spanking.”

Okay, that might be worth waking up for.

I was still fairly immobile when I opened one eye and then the other. The low light from the windows said I hadn’t been out too long. “I’m very good, Master.”

“I was aware of the range of reactions you might have to the punishment, but it is still good to see that you are responsive again.” His words were a lot to unpack when my brain was still mostly out of commission, so I hadn’t translated everything when he continued talking. “But I think I will find your different reactions to stimuli interesting.”

Huh?

But as one tentacle inched up between my legs, I started to get what he’d meant…stimuli.

The way the length of his tentacle was pressing against my hole teased at what was to come, but it was the way the tip stopped right before he stroked my cock that had me fighting the urge to whine.

“Your pheromone signals and body language say that you are receptive to continuing our sexual engagement, but I have not forgotten that verbal consent is required in your society.” He waited quietly. I knew he wanted an answer, but he was making me think too hard.

We were going to have to practice simple questions.

Pheromones.

Sex.

Consent.

Oh, consent. “Yes, I want you to touch me. I’ll use my safeword if you do something I don’t like.”

Not that we’d likely need it.

Cameron had been honest and said that he and George would probably never need to use one because George could always tell what he wanted.

“I appreciate you wanting verbal consent, but I really get that you’ll understand what I’m feeling.” Bodies were weird, but somehow, even though we were two different species, we were oddly compatible.

“Very good, my little human.” Maverick immediately took me at my word, wrapping the tip of his tentacle around my cock.

The sudden stimulation had my breath catching in my throat, but I knew that Maverick understood what I was feeling when he chuckled and the all-encompassing hold he had around my cock started rippling.

The sensations that swept through me felt almost like topping, but without the dominance I associated with it. It might have been the way he was holding me almost immobile, but the combination was incredible. I’d been half-hard when I’d woken up in his arms, but now there was no half about it.

His limbs pulsed, tightening more, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

“You respond well to restraints, my little human.” It was more a statement of fact than a question, but I nodded anyway.

I didn’t want there to be any question about how I felt about being held down like this.

The tip of his tentacle started stroking around the head of my dick while he just held the rest of it firmly. Even without the writhing motion he’d been making before, it felt incredible, but the restrained hold plus the overstimulation was even more perfect.

“I…yes…I…” I lost the rest of my ability to speak when he started fucking the tip of my cock