“Your body responds very well to this kind of stimuli.”
Oh yeah.
“Yes…I like…oh yes…please…” My eyes nearly rolled back in my head as he teased over my slit. Logically, I knew he was making sure I was okay from our earlier play, but my dick wasn’t responding to the logic of the situation.
Maverick chuckled. “You are so very responsive, my little human. I think I could induce more pleasure from you just by restraining you.”
Probably.
“But you could give me even more pleasure if you played with my dick too, Master. Please?” But I wasn’t sure I’d get my way when one tentacle wrapped itself around the base of my dick.
Having both my neck and cock wrapped in tentacles was doing fabulous things to my imagination, but it was short-circuiting the rest of my brain. All I could do was moan as he kept up the slow scrubbing that felt so good my knees would have gone weak if he’d let me stand on my own.
By the time I was beyond clean and thoroughly inspected, I was hard as a rock and so ready to come I was shaking. That didn’t seem to be his plan, though. He still had a tight hold on both sensitive places, but his relaxed touch and tone didn’t seem to indicate that another orgasm was coming anytime soon.
But that was kind of hot too.
How long would he edge me before he’d let me come?
Did he even understand he was edging me?
Maverick not knowing might be even better, however, because then it was almost like a dirty alien-human erotica story where the human was sexually tortured by the mysterious monster just because he didn’t understand what he was doing.
Okay, I’d been reading way too much erotica lately.
Maybe it was time for Amish romance or something before I gave myself a heart attack just from the fantasies.
“That is much better.” Several limbs caressed down my sides like he was inspecting a prize horse. “You are now clean and have no ill side effects from your fear.”
Oh yeah, he was never going to forget the stairs.
“Thank you, Master.” There wasn’t anything else I could have said because logic had long since escaped out the window…me from desire and him from worry.
He relaxed some of his hold as he turned off the shower and reached for a towel. Thankfully, I was allowed to step out of the shower on my own, but that was the extent of my freedom of movement.
I couldn’t decide if he was holding me tight because I liked it or if that was just an interesting coincidence and he would have kept me close no matter what.
I was leaning toward the latter, but I appreciated the humorous nature of it all.
I loved being restrained, but the way he was just doing it by my neck and my dick was mind-blowingly hot. Maverick must have realized something about that because as he dried me off, he kept changing the way he was holding me.
He altered everything from how tight he was wrapped around my cock to the tension in his body, and it was so distracting I was having a hard time remembering to breathe. I was some kind of experiment for my alien captor, and I was going to come if he didn’t finish the experiment soon.
Because the fantasy in my head was getting a little out of control.
“Maverick? What are you doing?” The current variation had him very rigid and wrapped around me like a cock ring.
It was weird—but hot.
“Your response rates change dramatically with small variations on my part. I am simply learning your body’s preferences.” Again, he thought it was completely logical.
Yep, I was his lab rat, but the games he wanted to play with me were very different than anything we’d find in a real lab. It made me curious to know if he understood what role-playing was and what his thoughts were on being cast as the wicked alien doctor.
“Are you going to let me come?” I almost whimpered it as he led me over to the sink once I was dry.
“I have not decided yet.” Every time I heard that matter-of-fact tone going forward, it was going to make me hard. “Your body is not designed for endless pleasures, and I need to make sure I do not damage you. Your body may require several days to rest between orgasms.”
Oh no, I didn’t like that idea.
“My friend George said that we’re very resilient and even after we stop producing cum,