Page 9 of Loving Luna

That irritated me. To no end. Even though it was just… Luna being Luna. She was the perfect prim-and-proper submissive to everyone else. With me, she always felt comfortable letting her brat flag fly. It had always made me feel a little bit special that I got to see a side of her that no one else did.

I supposed I should be taking comfort in the fact that that was still true.

Instead, I was just annoyed.

For once, I wanted the sweet, submissive, friendly Luna that everyone else got. Or at least for her to just be serious for a minute. For her to let her guard down and talk to me.

And yet, she seemed determined not to.

I narrowed my eyes at her. “I’ve already said what I needed to say. You’re the one who panicked and ghosted.”

It was only half true. I still had a lot I wanted to say. But I wanted her to say something. To explain, to apologize. To tell me she overreacted and she felt the same.

The last one was wishful thinking and I knew it.

Luna scoffed. “God, Drake, you’re so dramatic. You can be such a girl sometimes. I didn’t ghost you.”

I ignored the stab of annoyance that hit me when she called me a girl. I didn’t point out how misogynistic it was of her to say that. I just stared at her and waited.

She said nothing, just played with the stem of her wine glass, twirling it between her fingers.

“What else would you call it when you refuse to respond to any of my texts or calls? When you avoid me in the hallways?”

Luna shrugged. “I just… I needed a break. I needed to think.”

“Fine. You had a break. You thought. Now, talk.” I wasn’t about to let her play coy or get away with anything. I usually let Luna get away with a lot, but I wasn’t in the mood tonight.

“Drake…” she finally said, her eyes imploring me to just let it go. “Can’t we just… go back to normal?”

I wanted that. I did. But not at the cost of sweeping what had happened under the rug. Normal for Luna meant me ignoring my true feelings. Ignoring the fact that I was head over heels in love with her. Settling for a friend and a fuckbuddy. I’d done it for years.

I didn’t want to settle anymore. If I couldn’t have forever with Luna, I deserved to have it with someone who wanted me, who appreciated me.

I couldn’t picture it with anyone who wasn’t her yet, but maybe eventually I’d get there.

“Luna.” I gave her my sternest look, the one I used when we played together as Dom and sub. “We aren’t just ignoring this. You said we could talk. You came down here knowing that’s what I wanted.”

Luna slipped off the bar stool and stepped closer to me, still between my legs, until her belly was pressed against the bulge in my pants. “We can talk,” she purred, “but are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes.”

I put my hands on her shoulders, intending to gently push her back, creating space between us, but she reached down and grabbed my cock through the fabric of my pants. She ran her other hand up my torso, letting it come to a rest on my left pec.

“Talking is overrated,” she whispered in her most sultry voice, the one she knew I loved.

Dammit.

This wasn’t going to work. There were too many people around for a private conversation. Too much security and too many well-meaning Doms for me to even raise my voice. The best I could do to get her to stop would be to throw her over my knee and spank her until she was willing to listen. With her already sore ass, it shouldn’t take too long.

But I still wasn’t going to do it here. And I knew it wasn’t the way I wanted this encounter to go down. I’d give her one more chance before I resorted to more drastic measures.

“Luna,” I growled, “knock it off.”

She did not, in fact, knock it off. Instead, she upped the ante, shimmying so that the skirt of her skintight dress rode up to thecrest of her ass, exposing the fact that, as I’d suspected, she was not wearing any panties.

Anywhere else, she’d get kicked out for indecent exposure. Here at the Ranch, nobody even noticed.

Nobody but me. I glanced down to see her pussy glistening with arousal.

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