His Human (The New Neighbors #2) - M.A. Innes Page 0,58

in his voice. “We are in your bedroom, my little human. You like being carried. When you are unconscious, you seem to find the motion soothing. According to the books I am reading, it is a holdover from when you were young.”

I had a feeling a human had taught him how to answer a question that thoroughly without technically lying.

When I chuckled and relaxed back into him, he continued. “When Nolan finds his bonded mate Daddy figure, I will advise him on the different ways of comforting a human.”

That was going to be an interesting discussion.

“I’m sure Nolan’s Daddy will appreciate the help.” I still wasn’t sure the whole Daddy and boyfriend thing would work out, but for his sake, I wanted Nolan to be happy.

However that ended up looking.

“He will.” Maverick’s confidence made me smile.

But as he laid me down, stretching out behind me, my smile faded into something closer to contentment. As he stroked over my body, wrapping me in the comforter, he kissed my head. “How did you feel about our experience?”

I wiggled a bit, seeing how my body felt. “It was fabulous.”

There was just enough ache in me to feel like he’d taken me apart and put me back together, but the incredible sensations he’d sent through me were still fresh in my mind. “It was perfect.”

If he wanted more than that, he’d have to wait until everything was working again. At that moment, all I wanted was to have him wrap me snugly again. Maverick seemed to know that, though, because as I wiggled against him, he tightened his hold on me.

“I cannot sense any lingering issues from your restricted breathing.” The tip of one tentacle stroked along my neck. “There is a variety of research available online.”

Something about the tone in his voice said he thought we were a little bit nuts, though.

“Thank you for researching that, Master.” Not every uber safety conscious Master would’ve been willing to try that.

He stroked over my head and down my back. “I was able to understand why you wanted the experience and how to make it safe for you. However, I am glad it was still pleasurable for you.”

“That is an understatement, Master. It was perfect.” The only problem was that now that my brain was working and I was thinking about how good it had been, I was hard again.

But moving to do something about it would take more energy than I had, so I just relaxed and let the memories pull me closer to the pleasure he’d given me. Maverick seemed to sense my thoughts or maybe just how turned on I was now because his tentacles started stroking over me.

“If you are very still and stay relaxed, I will allow you pleasures, my little human.” His tone was tender and sweet, completely at odds with the way he was tightening his hold and stroking my cock.

“Please, Master.” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for, but his tentacles started petting over me and he made a low shushing noise.

“Only if you are quiet and relaxed.” He kissed my head again. “You need sleep.”

“I’ll be good.” I forced my muscles to relax and focused on how good it felt to be held in his arms and to know that he would take care of everything.

“Yes…that is my good boy…” Master’s tentacles gently caressed me as one stroked over my dick, wrapping itself around me and sending waves of pleasure through me.

Every time I would relax, he would speed up the motions, but when I tensed and tried to fight his orders, he would slow down. It was a hard lesson that seemed to take forever to learn but finally everything settled in me.

I was floating along with the pleasure of his touch and the soothing, quiet words he was whispering so low I almost couldn’t hear them. When my orgasm finally started to build, I was drifting along and it was like a wave that finally crashed over me.

Epilogue

Trip

“We’re going to have to talk about surprises, Maverick.” He’d been acting weird for the last week and was dead set against telling me what was going on.

“Saying my name does not incite the need to obey you, my little human.” His response was filled with delight and not an ounce of remorse for driving me crazy.

“What are we doing?” I’d asked a variation on that question numerous times over the past hour as we’d played dress-up.

I was on my fifth or possibly sixth outfit, but he