Page 36 of Loving Luna

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?”

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