Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

LUNA

T hat asshole.

I knew I was supposed to be working through emotions as Drake did his very best to crumble my resolve, but all I could think was what an asshole he was, with his heavy-handed tactics, carting me out of the bar, bringing me up to my suite, stripping me naked and using my own hairbrush on my ass.

There was no doubt that I deserved it. But I couldn’t help it. Even though I knew it was the right thing to do, I didn’t want to talk.

Despite being well on my way to a degree in psychology, dissecting my own emotions seemed to be my blind spot. All I really knew was that Drake loved me.

And that terrified me.

Should it? Probably not. He was a great guy. An excellent, thoughtful, yet stern Dominant. He had a great work ethic. He was funny, and kind, and smart, and… hot.

And I loved him, I did. Just not like that.

Was that because I wouldn’t let myself? Maybe.

It was very possible that that was the case. But I didn’t want to think about that. At all.

So I did what any self-respecting submissive would do in a similar situation.

I poked the bear.

Drake brought the hairbrush down across my cheeks so many times I lost count, and I’m sure he thought we’d engage in a battle of wills and then eventually I’d give in and we’d talk.

Got news for ya, buddy. That’s not how this is going to go.

Maybe.

He started spanking harder and that dang brush threatened to conquer my resolve.

Note to self: Hide all pervertables, always because you never know when a Dom will be in your room, and you’ll be just stupid enough to piss him off good.

The wood stung my already busted backside and I hissed.

“Are you ready to talk yet?” Drake asked, momentarily pausing his assault.

“Get bent.”

There was a moment of stunned silence and I knew Drake was processing my response.

Finally he chuckled. “Well, shit, Luna. You really must not want to sit for a while.”

I sighed. Despite my masochistic tendencies, I rather enjoyed sitting semi-comfortably. Perhaps it was time to change tactics.

“I just don’t know what to say,” I whined, making my voice far tinier than usual.

The new goal was to try for a mixture of empathy and arousal. While I started to cry on command, I also squirmed, making sure to rub my belly against his cock good.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” Drake chuckled, and a second later smacked the brush hard across my sit-spots, then the tops of my thighs.

Suddenly, my tears became real.

That just made me all the more determined not to talk. Especially when I felt his cock growing hard beneath me, pressing against my belly, and I stopped being angry long enough to realize how horny I was.

That was the downside to scening with Mistress Maureen. Certain aches were created, but not sated.

Fuck.

Of course, if we were having sex, we wouldn’t be talking. At least, not about our feelings.

Drake clearly wanted me to call uncle or to get all up in my feelings with some emotional release. The only release I was interested in was the kind where he fucked me till I screamed.

And yet, he was still spanking. So I did the only thing I could. I leaned into the pain. I relished it, craved it even, and pushed my ass up to meet the brush. I parted my legs, opening them wide enough for him to see my glistening sex.

When the brush fell again, I moaned. It took everything I had to not give myself over to the pain—hairbrushes are the devil—and give Drake exactly what he wanted, but I didn’t. Mind over matter.

I moaned a few more times, pushed my legs wider and began to—as gracefully as I could—dry-hump his cock.

“Really, Luna?” Drake growled when he finally seemed to realize what I was up to.

I just shrugged.

It would work or it wouldn’t but at least I could say I tried.

“You’re ridiculous,” he grumbled. But he was wavering. I could hear it in his voice, tell by the way he paused a little longer between swats. I could feel his eyes on my pussy.

And finally, just when I was about to give up the game, the hairbrush clattered to the floor, and Drake’s fingers rubbed a path up and down my thighs. At first, he paused at my bikini line, not letting his touch wander over to where I wanted it.

But that only lasted a few minutes, and then his hand curled, cupping my sex. My whole body convulsed in a shiver.

His fingers slid up my slit, brushing across my pussy lips. I sucked in a breath. His touch always felt so good. And if I were one of those “soul mates are real” people or someone who believed in things that were “meant to be”, I would say that we were, that we were far too sexually compatible not to be.

But I wasn’t one of those people. I was just a girl who wanted to avoid her own feelings while getting her rocks off.

And I was sure I was about to do just that, until Drake’s hand moved from my pussy and slapped down across my ass.

“You’re a needy little brat, aren’t you? Hungry for my cock?”

I was about to scowl and snap that he knew how much I hated to be called a brat, when I realized that was the exact reaction he was looking for.

I went the other direction. If you can’t beat em, join em. If you can’t stomach a fight with them… fuck them?

Worked for me.

“Yes, Sir.” My answer was designed to throw him off, and to my delight it seemed to work. “Please give me your thick, long cock,” I begged, my voice a hoarse whisper.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Drake was aggressively getting into it now, but I wouldn’t answer the question.

God, I wanted him.

“Please.” I wasn’t above begging.

It worked. His hand returned to its place between my legs, and this time, he slipped a finger inside me.

I bit down hard on my lower lip, and nearly wept with relief at the welcome intrusion.

He moaned. “You little minx. You knew you’d get your way, didn’t you?”

Wisely, I didn’t respond. My pussy throbbed in sync with my well-spanked ass.

Drake had magical fingers. He could usually bring me to climax with just his hand, and that’s what I was expecting him to do. To start anyway. We’d go from there, as we always did.

But after a few minutes, when I’d just started to feel really good, he pulled his fingers out, flipped me over and tossed me on the bed behind us.

Stunned I blinked up at him as he quickly stripped off his work clothes and boxers until he was standing in front of me in all his naked glory.

His erection seemed bigger than usual, somehow. I gulped.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled, earning a nod from me.

It was. It was what I wanted. Anything to not have to confront my feelings.

Not a second after he received my confirmation, he knelt on the bed, covering my body with his.

His fingers closed around one of my pigtails, curling it into his fist as he angled my face up until I was staring into his.

“This isn’t over, babygirl. Not by a long shot.”

I melted at the same time I felt an urge to bolt.

DRAKE

Luna thought she was so clever. She thought she’d distracted me from my goals with her feminine wiles, but really, her ass was torn up, she wasn’t in the right headspace, and I’d decided to change tactics. If I couldn’t get through to her with my hand, I’d get through to her with my cock.

One way or another, my babygirl would talk to me. Tonight.

As soon as my hand was in her hair, her gaze was locked on mine, and she was trembling with need, her body all but begging for my cock, I took my opportunity.

“I know you’re scared, Luna, but you’re only delaying the inevitable. It may take me months or years to convince you, but I will convince you. You are destined to be mine, babygirl. You were made for me. Heart, body and soul. Your pussy even curves to my cock.”

Anger sparked in her eyes, but after a second she whimpered and squeezed her thighs around my hips. She wanted me.

That was a good sign.

Of course, it was a good sign that scared the crap out of her, so instead of admitting or denying it, she smacked my shoulder and glared at me. With a roll of my eyes, I grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head with one of mine.

“Tell me why you can’t just accept it. Tell me why you want to run so badly.”

Her gaze darkened, and she shifted beneath me struggling for a moment as if she wanted to get away. I didn’t move and after a few seconds, she stopped fighting.

It was just enough time for me to realize I couldn’t just give in and give her my cock.

Planting my legs on either side of her hips, I shimmied up her body, until I was straddling her breasts.

Her eyebrows raised and she looked at me with a smirk. “My pussy is down there, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“It’s not your pussy or your pleasure I’m worried about,” I informed her with an evil grin. “I figured, since you insisted on not using your mouth to talk, I could give you something else to do with it.”

It took her a split second to process my words, for her eyes to bulge out of their sockets as my meaning sank in. Sucking cock wasn’t Luna’s favorite. It wasn’t a hard limit, but it also wasn’t something she’d do on her own.

She’d told me once that for her, it was best used as a punishment because she wouldn’t do it without being forced.

I’d taken that under advisement, and never seen fit to force her.

Until now.

Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, I gave it a few strokes, meeting her gaze the whole time. Her cheeks flushed. She licked her lips and gulped hard. A whimper escaped.

“You need to use your safe word?” I asked, not bothering to hold back the smirk. We were having a new battle of wills. She’d had the upper hand on the last one, but I was pretty sure I was going to win this round.

She glared at me, but slowly shook her head from side to side.

“Good.” Scooting up a few more inches, I guided my cock to rest between her lips.

She pressed them tightly together.

Brat.

With my free hand, I placed two fingers in the hollow of each cheek and squeezed until her mouth popped open. Before she had a chance to snap it closed, I shoved my cock between her lips.

Her eyes widened, tears wetting the corners of them as she sputtered and choked.

“I gave you a chance to safeword,” I reminded her when she looked like she wanted to kill me, even more than she had before. “Do you want to call ‘Red’?”

I waited a beat.

She shook her head.

“Are you ready to talk?” I questioned.

She cried, whimpered, sputtered and choked some more, but shook her head again.

“Well then, suck my cock like a good little submissive.”

She managed to give a nod, her lashes wet with tears, and when I thrust my cock further down her throat, she did in fact do her best to suck it like a good girl.

Her inexperience showed.

For some odd reason, that turned me on more. I considered myself a gentle, loving Dom, and an even gentler lover. Who knew that forcing Luna, fucking her face while tears tracked down her cheeks, listening to her gag and sputter around my shaft because she’s being just as stubborn as can be, would make me fall further and deeper in love with her?

It made no fucking sense, but as I fucked her face, gyrating my hips to guide my cock, thrusting in, then almost out of her pretty little mouth, that’s exactly what was happening.

Fuck. I was a goner.

She had no skill. No special moves. Didn’t do a single thing to increase my pleasure or make it easier for me, but it didn’t matter, my cock still swelled, throbbing in the wet, hot, confines of her mouth.

The image of my swollen dick between her pouty little lips just turned me on more, until before long I could feel my release cresting as my balls threatened to draw up.

For a brief moment, I considered stopping, not coming, at least until I could stick my cock in her sweet, tight, little pussy, but I was too far gone.

Besides, what kind of lesson would it be if I didn’t see it through to completion?

“Fuck,” I moaned, as Luna continued to glare at me.

One big thrust, two, then three, and I was coming, filling her mouth with hot, salty cum.

Even better, she clearly hadn’t been expecting it. Her eyes went wide as saucers, her cheeks bulged, and she gagged again as she tried to hold the cum in her mouth.

I shook my head and left my cock where it was. “Tut, tut, stubborn girl. Swallow for me.”

She shook her head desperately.

“Safeword,” I commanded, knowing very well she wouldn’t.

She didn’t, and I didn’t ease out. Finally, with no other choice, she swallowed. The sour expression on her face did nothing to quell my satisfaction.

Only when I was sure she’d swallowed every last drop, did I finally allow my now softened cock to fall from her mouth, but I stayed in place, letting my body pin her to the mattress.

“Are you gonna be nice?” I asked.

Luna shook her head no, and I kept her hands pinned.

“Guess we’ll just stay like this then.” I waited a beat then asked, “Are you ready to talk?”

LUNA

I sighed. How had I gotten myself into this impossible situation? If I continued to let it be a battle of wills, I had no confidence in my ability to win.

My pride wouldn’t let me safeword. Maybe it was a matter of principle, but I would only ever use my safe word in an actual emergency. What Drake was doing, what he was making me do, did not classify.

And call me crazy, but Drake being a demanding forceful asshole… was kind of a turn on. Far more than it should be.

Maybe only because it was Drake, and I’d never seen this side of him before.

No matter the reason, and no matter how tempted I was to keep this ridiculousness going, I knew I shouldn’t.

It was Drake. Despite how I was currently acting, I still wanted him in my life. I would like to be able to go back to the way things were. I wanted to be able to stop avoiding him.

The only way that was going to be able to happen was if I grew a pair and started talking.

He wasn’t going to like what I had to say.

But he’d get over it, eventually… wouldn’t he?

I was about to find out.

“Are you ready to talk?” he asked again.

This time I nodded.

Drake grinned like a kid on Christmas morning. The sight squeezed my heart and made me feel like the worst kind of jerk.

But Drake rose, letting me up. I bounded off the bed, grabbing my dress from where he’d left it on the floor, and pulling it over my head.

The temptation to make a quick escape was great… until I realized the room we were in was mine.

Shitballs. The man was smarter than I’d given him credit for.

Sighing deeply, I sat beside him on the edge of the bed, with my hands in my lap. Staring down at them, so I wouldn’t have to look at him, I wrung them together.

“I miss you,” Drake prompted.

I missed him too. But…

“You wouldn’t have had to, if you hadn’t had to go and ruin everything,” I huffed under my breath. I wasn’t even sure I’d spoken loudly enough for him to hear me, but the deep sigh told me he had.

“I know I upset you, Luna, but I couldn’t keep not saying something, and just going on the way we were. I had to be true to myself.”

Now we were getting somewhere. He was basically hand-feeding me talking points, just handing me valid reasons for what I was about to say.

“Then you understand why I had to leave.” My voice rang confidently through the room. “You of all people should know how I feel about commitment, Drake. You of all people should know that I don’t want a relationship. You’ve been fine with it for years. You’ve understood. Why do you have to go and ruin everything now?”

“I have never understood, Luna,” he corrected me, his voice sharp and full of bitterness. “I just was stupid and naive enough to think you’d change your mind, I guess. I thought if you got to know me…”

“That what? That I’d suddenly forget what I wanted in life and fall madly in love with you?” I scoffed.

“Not that,” he was quick to deny. “Just that like… I don’t know…” Gone was the confident Dom who just a short while ago had been forcing me to suck his cock, and Drake scuffed his toe against the carpet. But his unsureness only lasted a moment, then he looked up at me, his eyes shining with indignation. “It’s not that hard to imagine, you know. It’s what happened to me. I haven’t been madly in love with you since the moment I met you or anything, so don’t go getting a big head, thinking that you are just knocking guys over with your looks because you’re so fucking irresistible.”

I wasn’t thinking that, but the scorn in his tone when he said it still stung. I felt a little better when he continued.

“Don’t get me wrong, you are gorgeous, and I did notice, but I’m not a shallow man. Looks aren’t that important. My feelings for you grew when I got to know you. The more we talked, the more we hung out, the closer we became… Then one day, I looked up at you and realized you were my best friend. It didn’t happen overnight.”

“You’re my best friend too,” I whispered thickly. He was. That was why this sucked so badly.

“I know.” He grabbed my hand and held it. “Then one day after that, I looked up again and realized I loved you.”

“I love you too,” I told him. “But… not like that.”

He frowned, his eyes narrowing, and I pushed on.

“You can love someone without being in love with them, Drake. And I think that’s how you feel about me. You’re not in love with me. You’re just confused.”

“Don’t tell me how I feel, Luna.” He rubbed my upper arm. His hand was soft, yet strong. “We could be good together.” He paused, sighed, then corrected himself. “We are good together. What are you so scared of?”

I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath before letting them pop open and exhaling. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is I don’t want what you want.”

“Are you sure about that?” His hand left my arm and slid up my thigh, under the fabric of my borrowed dress, until his fingers grazed the soft folds of my pussy.

My very wet, very needy pussy. I couldn’t control my body’s response as my thighs parted and a low moan escaped my lips.

I wanted sex. Drake could and would give it to me. We’d done it a hundred times. It didn’t have to mean anything.

That’s what I told myself when he slid a finger down my slit, and back up again to tease my clit.

I opened my legs wider, giving him full access.

“You shouldn’t have gotten dressed again,” he whispered. “That was naughty.”

I loved the word naughty, despite the fact that I rarely was. Calling me that was a surefire way to turn me on. But not this time. I swallowed hard. “Keep it on.”

I was still keeping my options open for a quick escape, despite the fact that it was my room we were in.

“Fine. It doesn’t matter.” Drake moved until he was standing in front of me, towering over me, and somehow straddled me, pushing me back with his body over mine until my top half was flat against the bed. All the while his fingers stroked my folds and his thumb teased my clit. I was already panting with need.

“Scoot up on the bed.”

Drake was being commanding tonight, far more than he usually would be outside of the dungeon. I didn’t hate it. I also wasn’t going to fall for it.

I did scoot up though. Only because I wanted his cock inside me.

I said nothing when he pushed the fabric of my dress up over my hips, and even lifted them off the bed to make it easier for him.

I practically drooled at the sight of his tight six-pack abs and drool-worthy pecs. I loved his dark tan skin, and the contrast to my own very pale, nearly alabaster complexion.

His thick, long, but not too long beard only accentuated his hotness.

The same hotness I was trying hard to ignore.

I still couldn’t tear my gaze away from is thick, long cock. Remembering the feel of it in my mouth, the taste of him as he forced me to swallow, I licked my lips.

He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Like what you see, darling?”

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. He already knew I did.

“Just get over here before I change my mind.”

He gave me a hard, unamused stare, but he still didn’t press his luck, instead he stepped between my knees and the tip’s soft skin grazed the insides of my legs. Even more so when he climbed on the bed, kneeling over me and it bumped against my wet pussy.

Dammit. It was enough to make me wish I did believe in love.

No, stop it. That’s just the hormones and adrenaline talking. Not only is love a farce, it’s a farce you do not have time for. You cannot allow anything to derail you from your goals.

I tried to keep the voice inside my head sane and grounded, but it insisted on quietly reminding me that here at the Ranch, I was surrounded by examples of love that had worked out, and that more and more people were pairing up every day.

For now. It’s worked out for now.

Drake stroked my cheek with the backs of his knuckles, dragging me from the argument I was having with myself.

“What’s up, babygirl? It looks like you’re a million miles away.”

I shrugged away from his touch. “Don’t call me that.”

I saw the hurt flash across his face, but he quickly recovered.

I didn’t recover so easily. The damage was already done, threefold.

Because I didn’t hate it when he called me that.

To quote one of his favorite movies, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Tears started to burn the corners of my eyelids.

I grabbed for Drake to distract myself from the frustrated emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

He let me, happily and teased my pussy lips with his cock while I wrapped my arms around his neck.

The temptation to pull him closer until our lips touched was too big, but I knew there’d be no coming back from that. In all the fuck-buddying we’d done, we’d never crossed that line.

Kisses were too intimate, too real.

We’d already had one first today. No need for any more.

I settled for scratching my nails down his back, a move I knew he only tolerated.

He stiffened for a moment, then just shook his head.

He looked at me, with an expression I couldn’t read, and I sucked in a breath, praying he wasn’t going to say something romantic, or worse, confess his love again.

“Please, give me your cock,” I breathed, both to dissuade him from whatever had been going through his mind, and because I really, really wanted it.

Needed it, even.

It didn’t have to mean anything.

It could just be like all the other meaningless times we’d had sex.

They weren’t meaningless. Not to Drake.

I was getting really tired of arguing with my own subconscious.

Thankfully, Drake thought better of it, and gave in to my whispered plea, pushing his cockhead past my tight entrance.

I almost wept from the sheer relief.

My legs came up, wrapping around his hips, pushing him deeper inside me.

“Oh god, yes!” I cried.

And so began our familiar dance. He may have been right. It certainly felt like my pussy curved to his dick when he was plowing into me the way he was, when my body was singing from his touch, when I could feel the heat of arousal flowing through my veins, heating me from the inside out.

It’s just sex. Just a means to an end with someone I trust.

I told myself that as his cock plunged my depths, as his tongue lapped over my nipples, as my walls constricted around his length.

I told myself that over and over, until I couldn’t anymore.

Until the pleasure became overwhelming, until even my brain was clouded with euphoria.

And then my body tensed, flushing hot. It felt like all my nerve endings were on fire. His cock no longer felt like a means to an end, but now like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cried.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

My eyes locked on his. I was beyond anything but abject obedience.

“Come with me,” he said.

And I did. We came together, and maybe it was because it had been weeks, or maybe it was because of the tension between us, but it was explosive, miraculous, and just oh so good.

“Fucccck!” I cried as my orgasm rushed through me.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he shuddered out the last remnants of his own release.

For a minute we stayed frozen in place, staring at each other, our panted breaths syncing up. Sweat glistened on our skin.

It had felt so damn good while it was happening. It had been so easy to say ‘consequences be damned’.

But now it was over, and the “after” had never been so awkward.

At least for me.

Drake was grinning like the cat who ate the canary, acting like it wasn’t awkward at all.

“See, babygirl? I told you we were good together.”

So, so good. But we both already knew that.

“Imagine how much better we could be…”

He let the sentence hang without finishing it. He didn’t have to. I knew.

I cleared my throat, and pushed both hands against his chest, pushing just hard enough to allow myself to sit up. “I think you should go.”

If I expected him to look crestfallen, I would have been disappointed. He didn’t. At all.

He just nodded, stood, and began dressing. I sat on the edge of the bed, simultaneously numb and overstimulated, ready to have my room to myself and be alone with my thoughts.

I thought when he was done dressing he’d simply turn and go. I should have known better.

He didn’t do that. Instead he stepped up to me, took my chin in his hands and pressed a soft, yet demanding kiss to my lips before I could stop him.

Not that I would have, because even after my brain had time to process, I didn't.

His tongue pushed past my lips, and I just let him.

In fact, I kissed him back.

And just when I was getting into it, he broke the kiss, winked at me, and walked out the door.

Leaving me reeling. In a trance, I reached up and pressed my fingers to my lips. I could still feel his, like the taste and feel of him had been burned into my brain. Fuck.