Page 34 of Loving Luna

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. “Thetruth 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.

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