His Human (The New Neighbors #2) - M.A. Innes Page 0,39

back to the light teasing strokes. “You found it very erotic when I was monitoring your vital signs before.”

He made it sound like a stethoscope had turned me on.

“Yes.” I had to take a breath before I could finish the sentence. The whole situation was getting me more turned on than he seemed to understand. “I wasn’t sure if you knew that was a thing, but it was really hot before.”

Maverick made a hum like he was thinking and his tentacle came up to brush against my neck again. “There are many ways to restrict a human’s ability to breathe. I will admit, I do not like the idea of you being in danger, but from what I have read, my ability to read your reactions will make sure the activity is safer than if you were to practice it with another human.”

Huh, I hadn’t thought of that.

“You’re right. You would make it safer.” His tentacle traced over my neck like he was inspecting it and that had the last of my brain cells scattering. “Master, I’m going to c—”

Before I finished the sentence, he’d formed a cock ring around the base of my dick with one tentacle. He held me tight, but as he moved his tentacle away from my neck, I felt my orgasm fading. “Thank you, Master.”

He made a low sound like I’d given him something to think about. “We will continue this discussion when you are not quite as aroused as you are currently.”

That was probably a good idea.

But his next words didn’t help my control any.

“I cannot have you gaining your pleasure before I have you restrained or spanked, my little human.”

It was going to be a long night.

Maverick

They were such a curiously evolved species. Their fight-or-flight responses, as they called them, should have made pleasure-based activities such as their fascination with fright or subjects such as erotic asphyxiation incompatible.

Running from one of the strange predators that roamed their world should not arouse them…yet it seemed that it would. Was it possible that was how their species had been designed to procreate? It was entirely possible that this would explain their dating activities based around fear, such as scary movies and long car rides.

More research would be necessary.

Chapter 13

Trip

Maverick was a genius because he didn’t even try to let me walk to the bedroom. When he was done drying me and torturing me with descriptions of the sexy things he was curious about, he just picked me up and took me there.

As he laid me down on the bed, he scanned over my body. “You will wait here and catch your breath.”

Probably a good idea.

He stopped as he walked back toward the bathroom. “That phrase is peculiar. Where would your breath go that you need to catch it? How would you catch it?”

I giggled as he wandered off, pondering the eccentricities of the English language.

As I obeyed and just lay there trying to ignore the ache in my dick and the fantasies that were running through my head, Maverick came back out of the bathroom dressed in the pants and specially tailored shirt he always wore.

I was starting to think his clothes might cost more than I made in a month.

When he’d said he had the clothes specially made at his boss’s insistence, I hadn’t thought about the details of how he’d made that happen. But my random questions were lost as Maverick grabbed a small bag by the bathroom door and came over to the bed.

As he started making slow caresses over my body, he shook his head. “You were not to lose your erection, my little human.”

The slight rebuke made me squirm, but that flash of embarrassment and frustration at having disappointed him just had my desire rushing through me. Suddenly a lack of erection was no longer a problem.

Before I could even apologize, Maverick was smiling again. “Much better.”

As one limb started emptying out the bag, he focused several others on my dick. The idea seemed to be to get me as hard as he could without letting me come. One teased the tip as another wrapped around it so it could writhe against me.

My hips shot up, completely out of my control.

Maverick made a tsking sound that didn’t seem like a noise they would normally produce and shifted so he could hold me down against the bed. “I see my decision to administer a spanking was a well-thought-out idea.”

Fuck yes.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

Kind of.

“I shall help you rectify the situation.” But my