contact. I find it to be a fascinating style of joining.”
A smarter person wouldn’t have been so pleased to hear that he knew what domination was…but I’d never claimed to be smart. Hardworking, yes. I was also impulsive and submissive and terminally stupid when it came to a sexy Dom who knew what he wanted.
I was going to end up fucked in the grocery store parking lot.
Great.
I’d get arrested for throwing marshmallows and public indecency.
Wait.
Was it indecent if he could wiggle one of those tentacles up the leg of my pants and fuck me that way?
“Do you have a safeword, little human?”
It would’ve been easier to answer that if he’d stopped masturbating my ankle, but I wasn’t willing to go that far just to talk more clearly.
“I…yes…I…the stoplight colors.” I took in a breath to help my brain work better. “Do you know those…I mean…how that…”
Shit.
Moaned again.
He chuckled, sending another shiver through me. “Yes, little human, I have read about your colors that indicate permissive behaviors.”
He had to either stop getting me off or say things more simply.
“You’ve been researching us…I mean…” What had I been trying to ask? Oh yeah. “…BDSM?”
“Yes.” He was clearly the king of multitasking because pleasuring me didn’t break his concentration at all. “I have been interested in your domination-based relationships for quite some time. However, meeting a human who has the same interests is not as easy as your pleasure-based movies make it seem.”
Yeah, nothing in porn was real.
Fuck.
Who knew the back of my knee was so sensitive?
I sucked in a ragged breath. “Yeah, dating is hard.”
Ha, full sentence without moaning.
“Are you interested in dating with the goal of beginning a domination-based relationship?” He made a low, thoughtful sound. “That word is not specific enough for my meaning, however. Your language has many variations.”
Okay, that explained the odd sentence structure.
See, this shit was important, not the scientific crap the TV news wanted to shove down everyone’s throats.
“Are you asking me to…” I had to suck in another breath as his limb got even higher up my leg. I was going to tell him to stop at some point, right?
Doing my best not to get distracted or come, I fought to answer him. “…to go on a date?”
I was pretty sure I wasn’t reading the situation wrong, but I wanted to double-check before I actually orgasmed…or asked where he wanted to go for dinner.
“Yes, little human.” He made a low pleased sound when I moaned again. “You are a very sensitive species. And you smell quite nice, sweet like the desserts you treasure.”
That was the cutest compliment ever.
“Thank you.” Okay, what had we been talking about before the compliment?
Oh, date.
He picked up the conversation before I could find my brain. “Will you accompany me to an evening meal, little human?”
Dinner.
“Yes.” Something was nagging at the back of my brain, though. “I…”
What was it?
Shit.
“What’s your name?” Yes, we needed names first and orgasms second.
He kept up the wonderful teasing caresses as he calmly answered. “Maverick is the human name I have chosen, little human. What is your moniker?”
It was like talking to a sexy-as-fuck dictionary.
Who knew that was a kink?
“Trip. I’m Trip.” I was Trip and I was going to come in the grocery store parking lot.
Maverick made another happy sound. “You smell extremely good, Trip. Much better than I have ever encountered from a human.”
When my brain was working again, I was going to think about that statement, but for the moment standing was difficult, so it could wait.
“I’m glad. You’re making…it hard to think and—” I forced myself to take a breath and figure out what to say. I probably shouldn’t tell him I was going to orgasm if he didn’t stop…because he might actually stop.
“If thoughts are difficult, then perhaps I should decide on our evening out.” His words were casual, but I had a feeling he was very pleased with himself. “I realize I must let you take your groceries to your place of residence. Therefore, how does meeting in one hour at Angelo’s Steakhouse work in your schedule?”
One hour?
“I…” Was that enough time? “Two hours. Let’s say two.”
That was probably a better option.
“But you shall show up at the appropriate time, little human?” There was something in his voice that had me paying more attention.
“I won’t ditch you.” His limb tightened in what I could only assume to be pleasure. “I just need a shower and to clean up.”
Thinking was entirely too difficult.
“I am very pleased to hear that.” His tentacle