Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

LUNA

I woke up tangled in sheets and Drake. My body ached in the most delicious ways and just thinking about the night before had me craving him again. I moved my hand against his bare chest, tracing the tattoo on his muscled pec with my finger.

Goosebumps rose on his flesh as I trailed my hand down to his hardening cock. I wanted him again. Needed him again.

Disentangling myself, I moved the sheets out of the way enough to get to what I wanted. I threw my leg over him and straddled his waist.

Drake kept his eyes closed but I could tell by his sleepy smile that he was awake. “Naughty girl. Taking what she wants instead of asking nicely.”

I hadn’t even thought about that and froze for a second hovering just over his cock. There had been very few nights where we’d actually woken up together and if we had, we were usually throwing clothes on to get to work. Okay, it was me. I was usually throwing clothes on to leave. I had used work as an excuse to hightail it out of there because mornings together somehow felt too intimate. Too… couple-y.

Drake opened one eye to look at me quizzically. “Well, don't stop now. In for a penny, in for a pound.”

He lifted his pelvis off the bed, effectively pushing himself inside of me, my wet pussy offering zero resistance.

“If you do a really good job, maybe I won’t redden your ass before breakfast.” He smiled lazily.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s the worst threat you can think of? Damn, Drake. You’re losing it.”

I ground against him, my eyes rolling back in my head when his cockhead hit that spot .

“It’s early and I haven’t had coffee, but if you want me to get sadistic, I could. Be careful what you wish for, baby,” he warned.

As much as I wanted to sass more, the impending climax was my priority so I went to work, riding his cock, savoring the way he filled me, pushing us both closer to our impending orgasms.

I thrust back and forth, running my hands across his chest, tangling my fingers in the mass of hair in its center. Drake’s eyes were all the way open now, his smile a cross somewhere between lazy and devilish. He grabbed my face and pulled me down, until I was close enough that he could press his lips against mine, and as always, the way he kissed me took my breath away. My core tightened. Waves of red-hot lust flowed through me, heating my body from the inside out. My eyes bulged in their sockets. I had not planned on coming this quickly, but there was now no way to stop it. All just from a kiss?

“Drake,” I moaned. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come!”

He dropped his hands from my face and threaded them tightly through my hair. “Come,” he commanded. “Come, babygirl. Come for me. Now.”

The simple and confident way he commanded it, as if he could control even my orgasms was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced and my body rushed to obey as I screamed out my release.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried as my body convulsed and my pussy clenched around his cock. It wasn’t just me. Drake’s body went rigid, and his pupils dilated and glazed seconds before he filled my waiting pussy with ropes of his hot, sticky cum.

Suddenly I wanted to taste it, to taste him mingled with me, us together. With a wicked grin, I reached a finger between our bodies and gathered the juices at the entrance of my pussy-a mix of cum and my own arousal. With my eyes never leaving his, I lifted the finger to my lips, opened my mouth and darted my tongue out to lick the tip.

The lust in Drake’s gaze increased tenfold and he groaned. “Fuck, baby, that’s hot.”

“Oh yeah?” I teased, my eyes twinkling. “Is it? And what if I do… this?” Opening my mouth, I inserted my whole finger, letting my lips close around the base just above my knuckle before slowly sucking as I pulled it out, finally letting it leave my mouth with a “pop”. “Mmmm. You taste good, Sir.”

“We taste good together, baby.” He smiled before kissing me again, then rolled us over so I was no longer on top and kissed me one more time before rolling off me and collapsing on his side with a grin. “If I got to wake up to that every morning, I’d be the happiest man on the planet. Just sayin’.”

My heart felt like it skipped a beat at his choice of words. As sweet as they were, they also scared the fuck out of me. Every morning? Really? He’d have to get sick of it eventually. Sick of me eventually. And then where would I be?

No worse off than you are now , the little voice in my head reminded me.

Unfortunately, that did nothing to calm my pounding heart or the racing thoughts.

“What if I suck at this?” I blurted out when the thoughts started to consume me.

Drake got up on his elbow and looked down at me. “Suck at what?”

“This! Us! Everything. I’ve never actually been someone’s submissive for more than like a few hours. I haven’t had a boyfriend since high school and that shouldn’t even count. What if I’m not cut out for a relationship like this? I already fucked up by just taking what I wanted this morning instead of asking, or whatever.”

“Luna, relax. I was teasing you. I don’t mind if you initiate sex. Plus, we haven’t had much of a chance to even talk and establish what this is going to look like. You’re going to be fine.”

“How do you know?” I wanted to believe him. I really did, but how could I?

“Because I do.”

“What if I’m not as submissive as you think I am?”

Drake scoffed. “You’re acting like we haven’t been friends for a long fucking time. You’re acting like we haven’t spent hours and hours talking, playing, fucking. I know you, probably better than you know yourself some days.”

He was right. Maybe. Possibly. Shit. I really wasn’t sure if he was right, but having an all-out existential crisis the morning after we decided to become a couple wasn’t a good look. Swallowing down the anxiety, I forced a slow deep breath in through my nose and out through my mouth.

“Good girl.” Drake leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Now, let's get up and have some coffee and breakfast and then we can head to work.”

“I can do that.” I nodded.

“Do you want a shower?”

“No, I’ll shower at home tonight.” I didn’t have any of my things and doing my hair was a whole process I didn’t care to deal with.

Drake got up and took my hand, helping me to sit up. “At home, huh? I was kind of hoping you would come back here with me tonight.”

A lump formed in my throat. “Oh, okay.” I forced the words out. “Yeah. I can do that… I just… need… I’ll need to pack some things.”

How much did I need to pack? How long did he plan for me to just keep coming to his place to sleep? Were we like moving in together? Fuck, my heart started to race and I felt the sweat prickle the back of my neck.

Drake put his warm hands on either side of my face and came down to meet me eye to eye.

“Luna, I can see you panicking. Please calm down, baby. It’s just new and I want to spend time with you, but if it is too much, then you do not have to stay here tonight. I need you to talk to me though. Stop letting your mind get the best of you. The first rule of our dynamic is going to be that you need to communicate with me. I want to know your thoughts, fears, anxieties, hopes, dreams, and desires. I want to know all of it and if I find out you’re holding these things back from me, you will not like the consequences. Got it?”

“Got it.” I nodded. His touch calmed me, but his words did not. How could I tell him all of that?

“Good. I’m going to take a quick shower. The coffee should already be brewing because I have it on a timer. Go make yourself a cup and I’ll be out in a minute.”

Coffee. I could do coffee.

He kissed my forehead again and I closed my eyes letting that simple, sweet, gesture roll through me. He had kissed my forehead a million times and it never failed to make me all warm and gooey inside. It also reminded me why I decided to do this. Drake was an amazing man and any woman would be lucky to be with him. And I really did want to be the one. The question remained, was I worthy enough to be the one?

I watched his naked ass as he sauntered to the bathroom. I didn’t know if I was worthy, but I owed it to the both of us to try.

Getting out of bed, I opened his drawer and snagged one of his shirts. I didn’t want to get dressed just yet, but it was a little chilly to just walk around naked which was usually my preference. His apartment was always so neat and tidy, I assumed because he was rarely there and he didn’t have an overabundance of things collected. Unlike me. I wasn’t really a hoarder but I tended to hold on to a lot of things that had sentimental value and the shelves in my room showed it.

I tried not to focus on how different we were as I grabbed one of the coffee cups off the mug tree next to the already full pot of steaming hot coffee. I’d never understood how people could have their shit together so much that they pre-planned their coffee in the morning. I was usually grabbing something at the cafe because I didn’t have time to wait for my coffee to brew.

Ugh, everywhere I turned. Every thought I had all pointed toward…. This will never work. I was way too much of a mess to be with this man.

No, stop it. I chastised myself. I promised I was going to give this a shot. I needed to stop looking for an out at every turn. It wasn’t fair to me or Drake. Maybe if I just focused on him and how amazing he was instead of my many shortcomings then I could get through the morning at least.

If I could just focus on being the submissive he deserved. That would help. I sipped my coffee and opened his fridge. First things first. I was going to make my man some breakfast.

DRAKE

I smelled the bacon cooking as I finished getting dressed. I made myself bacon and eggs pretty much every morning, but knowing that Luna was the one in my kitchen making it made my mouth water. I loved waking up to her. Having her in my space felt so right. I could tell she was already feeling overwhelmed by it though, and I really didn’t want to fuck this up by smothering her. It was going to be a constant battle with myself not to be overbearing. I had wanted her, all of her, for longer than I cared to admit and now that I had her, I didn't want to let anything mess it up.

I threw a little bit of gel in my hands and tousled my hair with it. Then I made my way out to the kitchen.

Luna was standing at the stove and every single cabinet door was hanging open. The egg carton and bread bag were open on the counter, there were more dirty dishes than should have been necessary and yet, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever walked in on and my heart swelled with pride and love.

“It smells good in here.” I smiled as I made my way to the coffee pot.

“How do you like your bacon? And your eggs… I was going to pour your coffee but I don’t know how you like that either.” She spoke quickly. Her movements jerky, almost frantic.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. She had worked herself into a tizzy and I needed to diffuse the ticking time bomb before it went off.

Reaching over, I took the fork from her hand and turned her to face me.

“Luna, have we ever eaten breakfast together like this before? Have you ever cooked for me, or seen me make my coffee?”

“No.” She shook her head but avoided eye contact.

“Look at me,” I coaxed gently, but firm enough for her to know I meant business.

Unshed tears shone in her eyes as she obeyed.

“Baby, I need you to listen to me, okay? And not just listen. I need you to actually hear what I’m saying.” I paused for her to acknowledge me and she did with a tiny nod and a pathetic little sniffle that made me want to scoop her into my arms and make all of that sadness and stress go away.

“Good girl. Thank you. Now, do you expect me to know every single thing about you now that we are together? Do you think I should know how you take your coffee or if you prefer your bacon extra crispy?”

She blinked a few times and I could tell I was getting through a little bit at least. She shook her head. “No, I don’t.”

“Good because I don’t know those things. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to learn them, but that will come with time. Do you understand what I’m saying? I do not expect you to automatically be the perfect little submissive. I don’t expect you to wait on me hand and foot and to read my mind and just to know that I like my eggs scrambled with pepper and a little bit of cheddar cheese on top.”

She took one of her deep breaths and I knew she was trying to calm herself. I kept talking.

“Being in a relationship is a two-way street and we are going to learn a lot of things about the other person as we spend time together doing things we’ve never done before. It doesn’t mean anything bad, it’s just the natural progression. But I can understand how you have jumbled it in your mind. We have spent a lot of time together, but not really time doing normal everyday things. So we will learn together and everything will be fine.”

Luna took another deep breath and nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I just don’t want to mess up. I want to be worthy of being your submissive.”

“Baby, you’re worthy just by existing. You don’t have to do any more than that for me to want you. Can you try to understand that?”

“I will try. I need to get back to the bacon before it burns.”

I hooked her chin with my finger and lifted her lips to mine for a soft, slow kiss. I didn’t want to make her burn the bacon either, but I had moved it off the heat so we had a second to talk. Not as long as I would have liked, but we really did need to get a move on so we could get to work. The big boss may have set us up, but that didn’t mean he would love it if we started showing up late to work because of my need to fuck my woman on the floor of my kitchen.

“I like my bacon almost burnt. I like my coffee with a splash of milk and a teaspoon of sweetener?—”

“And your eggs scrambled with pepper and cheese.” She smiled proudly and my heart leapt in my chest.

“You got it. I’ll set the table and start cleaning up a bit.”

“Sorry. I’m not the most tidy when I cook.”

“You’re fine. Get back to that bacon.” I turned her around and gave her ass a hard slap, making her jump.

We enjoyed our breakfast and finished getting ready and only walked into the lodge five minutes late. We parted with a kiss for anyone to see and I silently kicked myself for not acting on my baser instincts and taking her one more time before the day started.

“What time do you take a break?” I asked her before I let her go.

“Around noon for lunch.”

“Okay then meet me here at noon,” I told her. I really should give her a little bit of space, but all I could think about was having her again.

“What if I don’t?”

My cock jumped with excitement. I fucking loved her sass and when she challenged me, it made forcing her submission all the sweeter.

I pulled her into a hug and growled into her ear for only her to hear. “If I have to come find you, I will whip your ass before I fuck your face and you won’t get to come. No matter how sweetly you beg, you won’t get any satisfaction until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”

I felt the shiver roll through her body.

“And if I do?” she squeaked.

“You’ll have to wait and find out, but I promise you will like that option a whole lot more.” I wasn’t actually sure if she would. Luna liked to push boundaries, she loved to be put in her place. The more forceful I got, the more she was putty in my hands. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told.” I kissed her neck right below her ear. “Have a good day.”

I turned her toward the check-in desk and slapped her ass hard to get her going. God, I loved her ass. I looked up at the big clock. Nine-ten. Fuck, it was going to be the longest three hours of my life.