Such A Good Guy

8. Luna

CHAPTER 8

Luna

“ Y ou took a long time in the bathroom,” I said suspiciously.

His eyes did look a bit red and strange.

Maybe he was on drugs.

I wouldn’t have thought a square like Luke O’Neill would be, but he was behaving kind of suspiciously.

“Are you stressed?” I asked.

I hadn’t ever seen him like this, not the way he had spoken to me when he was trying to convince me not to eat the raw fish.

I mean, he’d always been protective, and I’d always felt that occasional flash of attraction from him, but he’d never had that note of iron in his voice before.

Like he was going to do what he wanted. Take what he wanted .

And the way he had effortlessly held me by the wrist. It was infuriatingly controlling, of course, but the way there had been no give when I pulled, no way for me to escape unless he let me go.

I felt something squirmy and naughty deep in my gut, a rush of heat down in my cunt.

Fucking what

This was Luke we were talking about here.

He wasn’t that kind of guy.

But I shot another glance over at him, and his eyes met mine. Something flicked in those golden boy blue eyes, and a muscle suddenly throbbed in his jawline.

I felt another pull deep inside me, and I tried to ignore it, but it was still there.

It looked like Luke

Sounded like Luke

Moved like Luke

But there was something different.

Something had changed.

Something was there fucking under the surface and I didn’t know what, except that it sizzled across my skin, pricked at the tips of my nipples so they suddenly felt tight and exposed, both my breasts swelling with heat inside my shirt.

“Not at all,” he said. “I’ve never been happier.”

The squirmy sensation persisted through dinner.

I felt his leg brush mine as we finished up.

“Friends still?” I asked, tightening my knees together to try to quiet the pounding of my cunt.

“Always,” he said, laying a huge stack of $100s on the table. “Friends and soulmates.”

“You have to accept that I don’t feel the same way,” I said sternly as we put on our big parkas and walked back to the small blue and yellow hotel which was still the biggest one in Iqaluit.

“I think you do feel the same way,” Luke said, looking down at me. “I think you’re turned-on right now. I can tell by the way your pupils are dilating and your breath is coming faster.”

“Why are you even looking at me that closely?” I demanded as we entered our hotel, but it felt weak.

He couldn’t know those things

There were freshly baked cookies in the lounge room, but a big sign saying, “Gone home to feed my husband. Be back in 4-8 hours.”

It wasn’t exactly the tourist season in Iqaluit, so I wasn’t surprised that the whole place seemed deserted.

No wonder all my clothes were tighter, because I was absolutely starving.

I grabbed two big chocolate chip cookies.

“Now I just need a glass of wine.”

But once again Luke shook his head at me.

“Not good for you. I’ll get you a glass of milk and some vitamins.”

“OK, Luke, what is up with you?” I demanded. “Why are you suddenly telling me what to do and being such a bossy bastard? What are you going to do me if I don’t obey? Spank me for having wine? I’d like to see you try.”

And then he moved fucking faster than I ever would have expected.

“I’m yours to command, queen,” he said in a normal voice, like you would order a beer, but then he took both my hands in one of his and bent me over a chair right in the middle of the goddamn hotel breakfast nook.

With the other hand, he reached up under my skirt and hooked his finger around my thick hose, dragging it down to my knees in one swift motion.

“Luke, what the fuck!” I cried, trying to pry my hands off the table with no luck.

Then he pulled my skirt up, exposing my little lacy thong.

“Oh, how pretty.”

“That’s not for you!” I shot at him, my face flaming.

Oh god, he was going to take this as encouragement, wasn’t he?

“You know I’ll do anything you ask,” he said, and his hand curled around the tiny waistband of my thong.

With another firm pull, he drew it down my thighs, and my pussy was so wet he had to peel my panties away from my cunt as my cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

I felt wicked and dirty with my pussy exposed and my thong between my knees. My skirt was flipped up so that anyone walking in would see me bent over the table with my ass in the air.

“I was just joking,” I yelped, trying to pull out of his hands, but the only thing it accomplished was me backing ass-first into what felt like the biggest dick I’d ever encountered.

Fuck, I didn’t think they made them that big

And he drew his hand back and then swung it forward, a sharp, firm slap that seemed to echo through the entire lobby.

The spank was such an unexpected sharp burst of pain that for several moments I was stricken fucking silent with shock.

I was bent over and held so firmly that his bossy fingers had brushed my pussy, and with my tiny little thong down it was embarrassingly evident how wet I was.

He drew back his hand and spanked me again, that big palm spreading across both cheeks to give me the full power of his arm.

It stung like fuck, and he rubbed his hand soothingly across the stinging flesh.

“You’re still a good girl,” he whispered in my ear, and I felt my core start to liquidate, embarrassingly slick pussy lips and wet thighs.

I was getting embarrassingly aroused.

“Luke, if you don’t stop, I swear to God!” I begged.

“Luna, you said you wanted me to spank you,” Luke pointed out, spanking me again, just as fucking hard as he had the first time, a whistle through the air and that big hand landing on my ass and jolting my body forward, so that I would have gone face first into the table if his other hand hadn’t been pinning me in place.

The motion jarred and shook my tits, and I looked down at them, shocked at this angle to see that they were swollen, overflowing out of my bra that was hanging on for dear life, straining the buttons of my collared shirt.

Under my horrified eyes, I saw a button pop off and fly like five fucking feet away.

My breasts ached all over, and I suddenly felt wound tighter than any human being could possibly survive.

I realized with a furious shock that I was almost going to come just from his big hand on my ass.

After each hard smack, he soothed and caressed my ass, his hand roaming with torturous pain over my throbbing cheeks, his fingers delving between them and brushing against my needy pussy, with just enough pressure to drive me right to the brink but no further.

“I’m going to kill you!” I hissed again, not wanting to wake up the whole hotel and he only chuckled.

“Baby girl, you should be resting,” he said, bafflingly, and then my pussy bumped against the chair in front of me and just that brief, hard pressure made me explode, crying out with a strangled choke as my body rocked over his hand with tight, hard waves of pleasure.

Luke made a strangled, surprised grunt as I filled his hand with wet, slick relief, and suddenly I felt his cock begin to twitch behind me. Before I could die of shame, I ripped away from him, yanking my hose up over my red and throbbing ass, and I ran away and down the hall to my room.