Page 1 of Loving Luna

CHAPTER ONE

OCTOBER

LUNA

Need to work some shit out. You available?

The text, from my good friend, occasional play partner, and running buddy Maureen, who was a Domme here at Rawhide came through on a random weekday afternoon.

For a moment, I frowned at my phone, wondering what had prompted this impromptu message. Then I decided it didn’t really matter. Maureen was an excellent Domme, and I too, needed to work some shit out.

Yes!I texted back.Yes, please. I need a session badly. I was just sitting here feeling like I was going to implode.

Perfect. Meet me in the dungeon in ten minutes.

Will do! See you then.

Ditching the uniform I wore to work doing housekeeping around the Ranch when I wasn’t in class for my psychologydegree, I quickly changed into something more dungeon appropriate.

The short, skin-tight top and hot pants were what I would normally wear to scene with Maureen, but at the last second before putting them on, I logged into the Ranch system to check the schedule to see who was working the Dungeon Security and sighed when his name popped up.

Drake. Of course. I sighed, and for a split second, considered texting Maureen to back out, but the thing was, I really needed a session, and Drake was the main reason why.

Drake Oliver had been my fuck-buddy at the Ranch for years. He was my favorite play partner, an excellent Dom, and my best friend. And, as I had found out only last week, when he blurted it out during aftercare, he was in love with me.

Well, fuck him.

That wasn’t part of the deal. Feelings did not fit in our fuck-buddy arrangement. Drake knew that. He knew I wasn’t one to believe in the whole meant to be, happily-ever-after-soulmates deal. Relationships were for other people. Drake knew how I felt and what I wanted and he broke the rules.

So yeah, I was mad. Because with his selfish words, I’d lost all the best things I had in my life. Submission with someone I trusted. Incredible mind-blowing sex. My best friend in the whole world.

He’d gone and messed everything up. And I’d been avoiding him ever since. I knew it wouldn’t last forever. Probably wouldn’t even last the month, but for right now, I just wanted to be mad so that’s what I was going to do.

I also… maybe wanted to be a little bit petty. So instead of wearing something that would cover all my naughty bits, I dressed instead in a mesh crop-top with nothing underneath, and a hot-pink thong. That’s it.

Eat your heart out, Drake Oliver.

I sprayed some perfume, put my pink hair up in a high ponytail, slid on a pair of shoes, and made my way down to the Dungeon, my heart pounding every step of the way. The thought of seeing him again was making me slightly nauseous because I just knew it was going to be super awkward.

Was it too much to hope he’d gotten food poisoning and had to call out? Or that something had come up and he’d been called away from guarding admittance?

No such luck. My throat went dry when I saw him. Tall, muscled, tattooed, with a sexy-as-fuck beard. I took a minute to appreciate from afar all the things I admired about him and stopped when he caught me looking and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

Averting my eyes, so I was looking anywhere but at him, I stepped up to the entrance. “Room available?” I asked, deliberately sounding bored.

“Sure is, but I don’t see anyone with you. You gonna put on a show for us? Spank yourself?”

“Ha!” I scoffed, far too loudly. “If you must know, I’m meeting Mistress Maureen.”

His eyes, full of interest before, shuttered. “Go on in, she’s already waiting.”

His sudden boredom stunned me, as did his apparent lack of interest. I faltered for a moment before reminding myself that was exactly what I wanted.

Well, good then. Good.

I still made sure to sway my hips when I walked by him, and I was pretty sure the feeling of his eyes on my ass wasn’t just my imagination.

I wasn’t sure why I cared, but I needed to put my issues with Drake behind me and be in the moment. My friend needed me and I needed her.