Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

LUNA

W e need to talk . Four words that strike fear in any relationship, but especially in a Dominant-and-submissive dynamic.

Instantly, my stomach fell to my toes. “I…” My mind raced as my body showed the outer signs of my panic. My hands clammed up. My cheeks flushed. I would have sworn my knees trembled. Which was ridiculous. I wasn’t afraid of Drake. Not in the least, but I was at a loss. I’d been trying so hard to be good. To show him how much I appreciated him. To behave in a way that let him know I was one hundred percent in, despite all my earlier doubts and fears.

And yet, somehow I’d messed up. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks to the face. Tears sprang to my eyes before I could stop them. “What did I do?” I whispered, my voice thick with the threat of tears.

Instantly, Drake looked worried, his eyebrows furrowing and threading together in concern as he scrunched his face in confusion. “You didn’t do anything.”

“Oh.” I should have started to feel better, but I didn’t. If anything, I felt worse. “Then… what do we need to talk about?”

Drake blinked and blew out a sigh as I struggled to keep my composure. “Maybe I should start over.” He took my hand and threaded my fingers through his, gently leading me down the narrow hallway to his bedroom.

He locked the door behind us, and led me over to his bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress at the foot of the bed. I stayed standing at first, until he pulled me to sit beside him and angled his body toward mine.

He let go of my hand and reached up to caress my face. His gaze was as tender and gentle as his hand. “You didn’t do anything, babygirl. You’ve been the perfect submissive. What I want to know is: why?”

“I beg your pardon?” Now it was my turn to be confused.

“Ever since we got together, since we made this thing we’ve done together for so many years official, you’ve been a whole different person. In some ways, you’ve been someone I barely recognize.”

I blinked up at him. Was he not happy? He said I’d done nothing wrong, but it sure sounded like he was unhappy because of something I’d done or hadn’t done. “What do you mean?”

He cocked his head at me, looked deep into my eyes and sighed again, ending it with a chuckle. “God, I suck at communicating sometimes.”

I didn’t say anything. Didn’t nod, didn’t argue, just waited.

“Are you happy?” His honest question cut through the room like a knife.

“W-what?” I stuttered, racking my brain for anything I’d done to possibly make him think that I wasn’t. “Of course I’m happy.” A terrible thought struck me. “Aren’t you?”

I swallowed hard, bile rising in my throat. What if Drake was one of those men who was addicted to the chase? What if now that he had me, he didn’t want me?

The thought took my breath away and I could feel my old familiar walls rising around my heart. What was happening?

It felt like ages had passed as I waited for Drake to answer the question I’d turned back on him. In reality, it was only a few seconds before he gasped and grabbed both of my hands. “Of course I’m happy, babygirl. I’m so happy. Being with you is literally my dream come true. It’s everything I have always wanted.”

I was so lost. So fucking lost. “Then what’s the problem?”

“I…” Drake steeled his shoulders and looked me dead in the eye. “The problem is that ever since we got together, you haven’t been acting like yourself.”

“What?” I sputtered. The accusation felt ridiculous. “Of course I’ve been myself. Who else would I be?”

Drake mumbled something under his breath. Something I couldn’t quite hear, something that sounded oddly like “A Stepford submissive.” Then he looked at me, shook his head and raised my hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

“You definitely didn’t get with me for my excellent communications skills,” he lamented. “Okay, here’s the deal. Ever since we got together, it feels like you haven’t been acting like yourself. You’re not sassy, we don’t have our usual banter. You haven’t told me where to shove it. Everything is just ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir’. You’re behaving so perfectly. And it makes me feel…”

A sheepish expression crossed his face and I cocked my head, waiting to see what he was struggling with getting out.

“It makes me feel like you don’t think I’m a good Dominant,” he finally admitted.

I couldn't have held back my surprise if I tried. My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. I blinked furiously, trying to process the absurdity that had come out of his mouth. “What?” I shrieked. “Drake, that’s… that’s absurd.”

He shrugged, and I could see in his face how much this had really been bothering him.

My heart sank. “Drake…. Oh.” I squeezed his hands. “You are a fantastic Dominant. I wouldn’t have ever considered being with you if I didn’t know that. Not in a million years.”

“Then why does it feel like everything has changed between us. Are you sure you’re not having regrets?”

I shook my head. Pain squeezed my insides. “Quite the opposite. I was trying to be a good submissive to show you how much I appreciated you and how committed I was to us. I didn’t want you to have regrets or to think that maybe I wasn’t worth the trouble. That I was too much. That I wasn’t a real submissive.” Tears pricked my eyes and my voice broke as Drake's understanding dawned. He knew someone had said that to me once, and how greatly it had affected me. I thought I’d moved on and grown to the point of being able to see that stupid comment for exactly what it was, but apparently not. Or not all the way.

Not when it came to Drake. I’d wanted so badly to be his, and to make sure that he never looked at me and thought “this is just a game to her”.

“Baby.” Drake pressed his eyes shut for a moment, then popped them open and looked at me with love and understanding shining in his eyes. “No submissive has ever been more real than you. You put your everything into serving people, all day, every day, and I’ve always loved being your safe place to let your guard down, to let out a bit of your sass.”

“You are my safe place. I’m sorry I ever made you doubt that.” I leaned into him, resting my head against his chest. “The truth is, I’m just so happy, and I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

His whole chest rose and fell with his sigh of relief. “So you don’t think I’m a bad Dom? Like too soft?”

I didn’t respond and he leaned back, grabbed my chin and tilted my head back until my eyes met his. “You’re not going to hurt my feelings by telling me the truth, baby. In fact, if I find out later that you didn’t, you’ll be in big trouble.”

It was the exact right thing to say, and I thanked my lucky stars for how well Drake knew me. But it was still hard to admit my deeper needs, and there was still a part of me that worried about hurting his feelings. I glanced away, for just a fraction of a second, but it seemed to be just enough for Drake.

His tone hardened. “What’s your safe word?” he barked.

I answered “Pistachio” even though he knew it.

Drake nodded. “Good. I can see that you need something more from me, and that you’re struggling with telling me what it is, so I’m going to take a shot in the dark and behave accordingly. If I'm wrong or I do or say something you don’t like, that’s what your safe word is for. Understood?”

My eyes widened, and my pussy instantly wet at his commanding tone and take-charge demeanor, I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Call me Daddy.”

I swallowed my gasp and concentrated on his face. It was stoic, and emotionless, but his eyes gave it away. The man was practically holding his breath waiting to see if I’d use my safe word or not.

God help me, I didn’t.

DRAKE

I watched the full range of emotions play out across Luna’s face. Shock, disbelief, worry, understanding, acceptance. Never once did I see a hint of anger or disgust, though I was pretty sure I caught a glimpse of lust.

Luna licked her lips as her cheeks flushed. “I’m not… I’m not a Little,” she stuttered. “And um… I don’t want to be.”

I nodded. No surprise there. I didn’t want her to be either. “You don’t have to be a Little to have a Daddy,” I reminded her. I was surprised at how right the title felt, and how badly I couldn’t wait to hear it falling from her lips.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

I sucked in a breath. That wasn’t the title I was waiting to hear. A harder Dom might have pushed forward, called her out on disobedience. I questioned myself. Was I pushing too fast? Dom to Daddy was a major change in our dynamic. Was I handling it wrong? I considered for several more seconds then reminded myself that she had a safe word and hadn’t used it.

I raised my brows and gazed at her expectantly. “What was that?”

“I… um… oh.” Luna’s pupils dilated and this time the arousal was unmistakable.

I held back a smirk and a shake of my head at the realization my dad had, once again, been correct.

“Yes, Daddy.”

God. The sound of it. The rightness . My whole chest puffed out as the weight of the title flooded through me. How could one simple word make me feel like I’d grown wings? “Say it again,” I commanded.

“Yes… Daddy.” Her tone was reverent, and her glassed-over eyes sparkled.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, closing the space between us, tucking a lock of her pink hair behind her ear and cupping her cheek.

Her eyes sparkled, with love and with mischief. “You like that… Daddy?”

“I do. Very much. But the more important thing here is do you like it?”

Slowly, as if she still couldn’t quite believe her own answer, Luna nodded. “I do. And it suits you.”

The words barely left her mouth when I lowered my head, crashing my lips against hers. I kissed her deeply, with everything I was worth. I let my kiss say all the words I wasn’t speaking.

I devoured her, pulling her body close, threading my hands through her short locks, breathing in the reality I’d waited so long to have be true. This beautiful woman was mine. My best friend, my lover, my girlfriend, my submissive and now… I was her Daddy.

When the kiss finally broke, we were both panting and breathless, staring into each other’s eyes, our foreheads pressed together, our eyes sparkling as if we couldn’t believe what we’d just decided.

“Daddy,” Luna murmured, pressing her fingers to her lips. “I can’t believe how right it feels.”

“Same,” I growled thickly. “Same, babygirl, same.”

She looked at me like she was waiting to see what I would do next and, for a second, I almost got in my head before remembering that was probably how we’d gotten here in the first place. This felt right, and I’d just done it. I needed to do more things that just felt right. If I was wrong, I’d just have to trust how well I knew Luna, that I’d be able to tell and readjust, or that she’d be comfortable enough to tell me.

It was literally why I’d reminded her of her safe word.

Stepping closer yet, until she had no choice but to retreat to accommodate me, I gently pushed until she fell backward onto the bed with a delighted giggle.

Oh, she was fine. I was fine. We were fine.

“Daddy needs you, babygirl,” I growled, standing up to strip. “Now.”

Luna only nodded, her gaze glued to my body as I ripped off my shirt and wiggled out of my jeans before stepping out of them.

When only my tented boxers were left, I climbed back on the bed, covered her body with mine and pressed a kiss to her lips before grabbing the hem of her shirt and tearing it over her head, revealing a lacy, hot pink bra that almost matched the color of her hair.

“You’re a goddess,” I murmured, tracing the lace around the crest of her breasts with my fingertips.

“Well, that works out perfectly, since you’re kinda a god.”

The compliment felt amazing, but surprisingly, not as good as “Daddy” had. And yet, even better, because it meant my sassy girl was back.

“Oh yeah?” I grinned. “A god, huh? Funny, I thought we’d just agreed I was Daddy.”

Luna smirked, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “Shut up and kiss me.”

I wanted to. God, how I wanted to. But instead I took the opportunity to flip her onto her stomach and peel her skirt down over her hips, leaving the pink lace thong that matched her bra and exposed all of her perfect ass cheeks.

Her perfectly white ass cheeks. I frowned. In all the time I’d known Luna, I didn't think I’d ever seen her look so… unspanked.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. I hadn’t been spanking her, not really, and we’d been together every second we weren’t working. She hadn’t had time to play with anyone else.

The thought of her doing so twisted my gut, and I grabbed her ass with my hands squeezing the flesh possessively. “This ass is mine, babygirl. It belongs to Daddy.”

Luna twisted around so fast I thought she was going to smack me. Instead, she blinked up at me, her expression bewildered. “Do you not want… am I not allowed to play with other people?”

I honestly couldn’t tell how she felt about the idea and wondered if it would be a dealbreaker for her. Luna needed to be spanked quite regularly, and though I was the one she played with most often, she was a popular submissive for unattached Dominants to play with.

I twisted my lips to the side as I considered. Was I a jerk if I said she wasn’t? Was that even what I wanted? I certainly didn’t want her off bottoming to every Tom, Dick and Jane and being too sore when I wanted to play, but I didn’t think I wanted to be so possessive as to never allow her the option either. “Only with Daddy’s permission,” I finally growled, lowering my head to nip the fleshiest part of her ass with my teeth, just hard enough to make her squeal.

I pulled back and looked at her and there was no mistaking the pleased look on her face. Interesting. Very interesting. “Does my babygirl like it when her Daddy is possessive, and a tiny bit jealous?”

Luna’s eyes sparkled for a moment before she twisted back into position and buried her face in her arms.

I could barely make out her mumbled “maybe”.

Fuck. Okay. That was hot.

“Things are gonna change around here, babygirl,” I stated, rearing up to straddle her thighs, sitting just below the curve of her ass, so that I would have full access to it.

Pushing the scrap of pink fabric to the side, I parted her cheeks and found her tight back hole. Luna loved ass play. I knew that. But it wasn’t something we did that often. And even when we did, it was just… play.

How would she feel if I…

Sticking my pointer finger in my mouth, I sucked vigorously, coating it with my spit, then pressed it against her tight pucker.

“No more Mr. Nice Daddy,” I declared gruffly. If I knew Luna, and I did, she wouldn’t mind me being a lot stricter in some ways, and the Daddy title allowed me to be softer and more of a caretaker in others.

I pushed my finger past her rim, breaching her entrance, and reveled in her soft whimpered moan of pleasure.

I pushed deeper, making her take my finger up to its knuckle. “You’re moving in here,” I told her, making sure my tone brooked no argument. “Daddy wants you where he can always take care of you, always know what you are up to. It’s Sunday, but I expect you to let Master Derek know first thing tomorrow.”

“Are you sure it’s not too soon?” Luna squeaked as I pulled my finger almost all the way out, then pushed it back in.

I almost let her words make me second-guess my decision but caught myself before I could. “You have two options for a response, babygirl. You can say ‘Yes, Daddy,’ or you can use your safe word. Either way, we can always discuss any concerns you have later.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she purred.

I beamed, proud of myself. What Luna really needed was a firm hand. Me to be her rock and to leave no question of what my expectations were. I was on the right track.

“Later tonight, before we go to bed, we’ll go over your rules and set up Daddy’s expectations.”

“Aren’t those the same thing?” Luna asked, her head still buried in her arms as I continued to vigorously finger-fuck her ass.

“A rule will be like ‘No lying to Daddy’ and an expectation will be like ‘No underwear when you are home’,” I clarified.

“Those both sound like rules to me,” Luna sassed.

She wasn’t wrong, but it wouldn’t do our new dynamic any good if I caved to her sass, and after weeks of holding it in, I was sure she needed the reminder of how it had always been between us.

So, I pulled my finger out of her ass, grabbed her panties on the sides and ripped them off her body. Then I used a handful of her hair to pull her head back and leaned forward, stuffing the fabric in her mouth. “Since you can’t remember ‘Yes, Daddy’ maybe it's better if you don’t talk.”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth but I also couldn’t miss Luna’s arousal in her breathy response as she nodded, her eyes glazing as she looked up at me.

“Good girl.” Releasing her hair, I focused my attention on her ass once more, but this time on smacking it, watching the creamy skin pinken under my touch.

“You need a sore ass regularly, don’t you? Is that what helps you remember your place? Is that what’s going to make you be Daddy’s good girl?”

With her mouth stuffed full of her own panties, I didn’t expect an answer other than watching the back of her head bob up and down as she nodded agreement.

“Daddy’s going to keep you nice and sore, all the time, babygirl. Inside and out.”

“Mmph?” Luna cried, jerking her head up. I was pretty sure she’d actually said, “What?” but with her panties in her mouth it was hard to tell.

I smacked her ass several more times on each cheek until the skin color started to match her hair and the panties in her mouth.

“This ass belongs to Daddy,” I told her when the skin was warm to the touch and finally pink enough. Parting her cheeks again, I sunk my finger in, then when she was still relaxed, added another. “Say ‘Yes, Daddy’.”

“Ymmph, Dahyee!”

“Do you like that, baby? Do you like Daddy’s fingers in your ass?”

She nodded emphatically.

“Good,” I murmured as I pumped two fingers in and out of her tight asshole. “God, baby. You make me so happy. I love being your Daddy. More than I could have ever expected. Do you love it?”

She nodded again.

“I think we should celebrate by doing something we’ve never done before. I think Daddy should claim you, claim all of you.”

She turned her head to look wide-eyed at me over her shoulder, letting me know she caught my meaning.

I reached over and yanked the panties from her mouth. “Do you need to use your safe word?”

She blinked slowly before shaking her head from side to side.

“Good.” I shoved the now-damp fabric back in her mouth, and eased off of her, removing my boxers and grabbing the bottle of lube from my nightstand. Luna watched as I popped it open, squirted some into my hand and generously rubbed it all over my cock before wiping my hand on the bed covers. I’d have to wash them tomorrow.

Worth it.

Walking around to the foot of the bed, I grabbed her ankles and pulled until her ass was at the edge of the mattress, and her feet were on the floor.

God what a pretty picture she made. My already erect cock hardened with the knowledge of what was about to happen as I spread her legs apart and stepped between them, laying my cock against the crack of her ass. The muscles in her butt tensed with the touch, and I knew she was nervous.

Usually, seeing Luna nervous would have me questioning myself, but this time I swelled with pride. I couldn’t wait to sink my cock between her ass cheeks and truly show her who she belonged to.

The knowledge that nobody else had ever claimed her there made it all the sweeter. I grabbed my cock and guided it to her tight hole, pushing my tip against her pink pucker, watching as it tensed then relaxed.

I pushed, just enough to stretch her hole, but not far enough to actually breach her entrance. I wanted to tease her a bit first, draw out the anticipation.

“Daddy can’t wait to fuck your naughty little hole,” I grunted. “Nobody’s ever had you there before, have they?”

She shook her head, confirming what I already knew.

“Daddy’s going to be the first. And the only.” Maybe it was too early to go making declarations like that, but I didn’t care. Luna was my end game. I knew it, and eventually she would too.

She didn’t nod or shake her head or do anything but whimper, a sound that was muffled around the panties.

“Drop the panties,” I commanded. “Daddy wants to hear every little sound you make when he makes you his. I want to hear every moan of pleasure, every whimper of pain, every ‘Yes, Daddy,’ while I fuck this tight little ass of yours. Do you understand, babygirl?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice rang out clear as day.

Her nerves were gone. She wanted this as much as I did.

To confirm my suspicion, I reached down and slid a hand between her legs. Just as I’d thought, she was sopping wet, her pussy lips slick with the evidence of her arousal.

She moaned at my touch and spread her legs wider, making room for me. Naughty, needy girl.

I couldn’t help myself. I slipped a finger inside her as she pushed her ass out. Her pussy curved to my touch, just as it always had.

Curling my finger, I strummed her the way I knew she liked, and flicked her clit with the pad of my thumb until she was mewling and ready. Then, my finger still inside her, I spread her ass cheeks the best I could with one hand and pushed my cock deep between her cheeks. She shrieked when it breached the tight ring of her entrance, but quickly settled, though her breathing was labored.

“Shhh. Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl,” I encouraged.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered as I pushed deeper and deeper inside of her until my balls were pressed against her pussy, between her legs.

“How does that feel, baby? Do you like it? Do you like Daddy’s cock in your ass?”

Her shuddered sigh answered before she did. “I do like it,” she finally admitted. “It hurts a little but it makes me feel sooo… yours. So claimed. So naughty.” She hesitated for a moment, and admitted, “This feeling would be very powerful if I was in trouble for something.”

“Noted,” I grunted. Then I smiled, my grin wicked though she couldn’t see it. “You want to be punished with Daddy’s cock in your ass?” I pulled my hand from her pussy and slapped it against her bare bottom. “You want Daddy to fuck this naughty little ass and tell you what a bad girl you’ve been?” I grabbed her hair and wrapped it around my fist. “Make you promise to be a good girl?”

“Ooooh.” She shudder-sighed. “Yes, Daddy.” She turned enough to give me a sort of dreamy smile. “I have to admit, I'm liking this Daddy thing. I wasn’t sure I would, but as long as I don’t have to be Little.”

“You don’t. God, your ass feels so good squeezing my cock.”

“Yeah?” She grinned and tightened her muscles around my length.

“Fuuuck,” I moaned. “Careful, babygirl. You’re gonna make Daddy come.” The truth was this felt so good, I was teetering close to the edge after only a few minutes, and barely holding myself together.

Luna’s sassy smile let me know she saw my struggle. “You gonna come in my ass, Daddy?”

If I was being honest, the thought hadn’t occurred to me—I’d been looking at anal sex as the precursor to the real thing for some reason—but now I couldn’t get the idea out of my head.

“You want that, baby? You want Daddy to fill your ass with his warm, sticky cum?” I leaned back, pulling halfway out before slamming into her again, and kept up a steady rhythm while I waited for her to answer.

She didn’t and my impatience got to me. I smacked her ass again and gave her hair a slight tug. “Answer Daddy.”

“Oooooh,” she moaned as I dragged my cock out to the very tip and slammed back in, my balls slapping the curve of her pussy. “Yes, Daddy. I want you to fill my ass with your cum.”

Hearing the naughty act described in her syrup-sweet sultry voice was my undoing. My balls drew up and my whole body flushed hot as my release brewed inside me.

Fuck, I’d wanted to last longer than this. “I’m coming, baby,” I groaned, seconds before I did exactly that.

Luna was a peach, a perfect babygirl. She pushed her ass out to meet my thrust, ensuring that my seed would spill deep inside her. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “Come in my ass, Daddy. Claim me as yours. Fill me up.”

“Fucccck,” I groaned again, as she milked my cock, drawing every last drop of my release. When it was finally done, after my cock had softened and fallen from between her cheeks, I rolled her onto her back and collapsed half on top, half beside her, still panting.

Her eyes closed, and I pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry, baby. You didn’t even get to come yet. Just give me a few minutes, then I’ll?—”

“No,” Luna’s voice was firm enough to draw a raised eyebrow from me as she shook her head.

“No,” she repeated again. “That was perfect as it was, and I don’t need to come every time.” She beamed up at me. “I kind of like the idea of being claimed by my Daddy and used for his pleasure.”

“Are you sure?” I questioned. I liked it too, but her pleasure was as important to me as my own.

Luna was silent, but I didn’t miss the disappointment in her eyes, and vowed to eat her pussy as soon as I recovered.

“Drake,” she said seriously, sitting up and taking my face in her hands. “I’m very sure. And while I appreciate your concern and generosity about my pleasure, I said I liked it, and you’re kind of ruining it by questioning me.”

I grimaced. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Your concern for me and others is why I know I’m safe with you. But I need you to know that you are safe with me. I’m committed to this and I’m not going to run off just because one little thing doesn’t go my way or you make a mistake. It’s not going to be perfect and we are both going to make mistakes, but we’re going to figure it out together.”

Luna’s self-assured confidence and working on my psych degree wisdom was what made her my second favorite person to get advice from.

“Promise?” I whispered, taking her face between my hands, and dropping a soft and short kiss onto her lips.

“Promise,” she replied with a laugh, and scrambled away and up the bed until her upper half was against the headboard, and I had no choice but to join her, pulling back the covers and wrestling them around us.

“Now, Daddy. I want to hear about these rules you’ve got for me.”