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Aww.
I was going to tell Daddy just how sweet he was as soon as I could function.
He was making it hard to estimate when that would be, though, because every time I tried to take a deep breath and function, he’d scatter my brain cells again. Pulses and spanks, pinches and caresses, he was playing me like I was an instrument he made beautiful music with.
Except this time, it was whines and moans as he chuckled.
“You are a very good boy, my Dane, and I will thoroughly enjoy rewarding you for all of your appropriate and fascinating behavior.” As he mumbled something about salesman and spanked my dick again, I realized that was probably about nearly taking the manager’s head off.
Yeah, it could probably be called fascinating to a species who didn’t seem to understand bad behavior.
“Daddy…” Whatever I’d been going to say was lost as he pinned me to the bed and a smaller tentacle started working at the button on my jeans.
Yep, brains go poof.
“My Dane.” Daddy chuckled and thought he was wonderfully funny as he copied me. “I am very glad you are a reward-based submissive, my mate.”
Me too.
Me too.
Somehow he kept me trapped and stripped my clothes off at the same time and I decided tentacles really were magic. They held me down and made my dick harder than it’d ever been in my life and even softly caressed me as Daddy smiled like I was cute.
Magic.
“Rewarding you is very fulfilling, my Dane.” Daddy looked like we’d been having the most meaningful conversation ever as he twirled one thinned-out tentacle around my erection like it was some kind of dirty lollipop. “Your emotional range during our domination-based physical activities is much appreciated.”
Huh?
I’d have been able to figure that one out if he’d just kept doing the twirly thing, but then a slim nub dipped into my slit and sent my brains scattering again. They went all over like a glitter bomb had exploded and the chaos was all around me…just with brain cells instead.
There seemed to be a few stuck to me because I knew he was happy and that just made me feel even happier, but that was about it. The last few brain cells were mostly good for smiling and begging, both things that Daddy seemed to appreciate because it had him playing with me even more enthusiastically.
Daddy was so good at rewarding me.
“Submissive humans make the most beautiful emotions, my Dane.” He stroked over my head like he’d said something sweet, but before I could figure out what he’d meant, he spanked right over my hole.
Poof.
Brains were gone again.
Magic.
He settled into a slow pattern of fucking my dick, spanking me somewhere, and then pinching my nipples as he praised me for something random like my ability to go up the stairs safely. It didn’t matter that he was proud of ridiculous things. The last few cells that seemed to be stuck in my mostly empty head just loved how happy I’d made him.
It seemed that being a good boy over something dumb still got the full good boy reaction…throbbing erection and all…and that delighted Daddy. He even gave my dick a firm pat and praised me for being hard. “Good boy, my Dane. Your length is firm and highly reactive. Good boy.”
Yay for being Daddy’s good boy.
I’d figure out what I’d done later, but for the time being, I just soaked up the way he was caressing me and then let the fireworks burst through me when he spanked me. The way the nubs on the underside of his tentacles plucked at my nipples was just the icing on a fabulously dirty cake.
He seemed to be taking delight in stretching out the scene and the pleasure in general because every time I got close to my orgasm, he’d back off and would shift things up. It was perfect and maddening all at the same time, and I was pretty sure between my emotions and my begging, he knew that.
“Yes, an additional reward to show my approval of your vocalizations would be appropriate.” He gave a big smile as I just nodded, not having any idea what he’d said. I got a reward and approval, but that was it.
Oh.
Daddy finally slid a tentacle inside me, pulsing it to make it thicker and thinner as he slowly inched it deeper. It was like the craziest sex toy ever because it vibrated and changed size and came with a dexterous tip that seemed to be magnetically attracted to my prostate.
I didn’t have the words to describe it.
That was mostly because it was taking all my concentration to breathe. At some point that didn’t seem to be automatic, so I was diligently bringing oxygen in and out to keep from dying.
Daddy would definitely stop playing with me if I did something stupid like that, so I was doing my best to be his good boy.
