His Human (The New Neighbors #2) - M.A. Innes Page 0,27

sexual needs seemed to be primary. I was just lucky it was such an enjoyable task.

My little human smelled intoxicating and the way he gave up complete control in those moments had me craving him even more, and based on the scents he was giving off, it was time to see what pleasure-based sensations I could send through my little human.

Chapter 9

Trip

“I will take my responsibilities as your Master very seriously.” Something in the conversation had shifted it to a more heated discussion because the tentacles that had simply been holding me in place tightened again and started to stroke more intimate areas.

I moaned as I tried to figure out where he was going with the conversation…and with his tentacles.

“There are many things like your orgasms and your safety that will be my primary focus.” One cheeky tentacle started making circles around my opening. “I understand your species is slightly reckless and requires significant amounts of stimulation, but please understand, I will be very conscientious in my role.”

I’d have had a more eloquent response if he hadn’t been driving me mad with desire.

Jerking my head up and down, I fought to use words instead of moaning again. “I want you to control me, Master. And yes, lots of stimulation.”

Lots.

Lots.

Lots.

Oh, god yes…

“Thank you, Master.” The tip of one tentacle started fucking me painfully slow. The shallow teasing was enough to have me shaking with the frantic desire for more.

As it inched deeper, Maverick pinned me even tighter to him, and it was so perfect it caused my breath to catch in my throat. “You must confess if the stimulation gets to be too much, my little human. I will not have you hurting yourself even if your strong desires are coursing through you.”

I had a feeling that translated into something like he thought I was so horny I’d end up hurting myself rather than telling him to stop…and he might’ve been right. But it was a good thing my Master was there to save me.

How fucking hot was that?

“Yes, Master.” I sucked in a deep breath as my body jerked, trying to fuck myself even harder. “It just feels so good.”

The tip of his tentacle stroked over my prostate. I didn’t have the words to make him understand how incredible he made me feel.

“I understand.” He rubbed over it, barely stimulating anything else in me except that one pleasure button as he held me almost completely immobile. “Your bodies seem to be built to encourage sexual desire.”

The pleased, almost scientific tone was making everything even more erotic. “Even in situations where copulation would never result in offspring, your species is designed for pleasure. It is fascinating.”

Oh yeah…

“Master…” Being trapped against him, spread wide and unable to do anything but let him tease my prostate, was playing absolute havoc with my brain.

Maverick didn’t seem to be in a rush, though. “You are so dissimilar to us, but I find those differences to be quite stimulating.”

I had a feeling a better word would have been “exciting” or “curious.” The only things the word “stimulating” brought to mind were erotic and wicked.

However, as much as he liked controlling me and my desire, it was probably close enough. But even as fried as my brain was at that moment, I knew that wasn’t the only thing drawing us together. Talking to him was fascinating and there was something about him that just made me comfortable to be with him…but the way our desires matched so completely even while we were so different was amazing.

I could hear a smile in his voice as he continued to torment me. “Even basic physiological differences that should not be compatible seem to be perfectly in sync.”

My brain was too frazzled to even guess where he was taking the conversation. The constant stimulation to my prostate was making me ache for more.

“Let us see how compatible we are, my little human.”

I sucked in a breath, trying to find the brain cells to ask what he meant, when my world shifted and he rotated me over so I was face up. I could hear myself squeak, but my brain cells were still too scrambled to know what he was doing.

“George was very helpful in indicating several interesting ways you can derive pleasure from something that should qualify as pain.” Maverick’s growing excitement was making it even harder to think.

What was he planning?

I’d clearly missed an important part of the conversation.

“Do you like pain, my little human?” Two tentacles pinched my nipples