Thursday, December 29, 2011

The Rumor

Alex walked down the hall, to leave.

Asa stepped in his way, just to be a prick.

No one else was around.

Alex welcomed the confrontation. He stood very close to Asa.

Neither man moved.

Alex spoke.

“I heard about your car Asa… pity. She fucked up your bike too… what a shame.”

Asa smiled but not because he was happy.

“That bitch is fucked, the next time I see her.”

“Let it go.”


“She threw a tantrum, you can afford it, Asa. You probably deserved it, so leave her alone.”

Alex stepped on by to open the door.

Asa stopped him.

“Oh hey Alex, the next time you see Luna, do me a favor. Tell her she’s fucked. Thanks.”

Alex defended her again.

Asa didn’t like it.

He decided to tell Alex what Luna did at the party. He didn’t leave anything out.

Alex got upset but didn’t let on. He shut the door and left without a word.

He went to find Luna.

He got in her face.

“I just talked to Asa. He told me to tell you, you’re fucked, Luna. Those were his exact words.”

She sighed.

“He’s over reacting.”

“I don’t think he is, sweetheart. I think there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“What did he say to you? Whatever it was… I didn’t do it, okay.”

Alex paused. He turned around and left.

He didn’t believe Luna. He believed Asa this time.

It made more sense.

He was pissed.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

The Kitchen

Alex was in his kitchen. Michael was at a meeting. Luna was avoiding Asa and needed a place to hide. She knocked on Alex’s door.

He answered in jeans and a button-up shirt that wasn’t tucked in or buttoned up. Luna followed him into the kitchen. She noticed a clean wooden spoon in his back pocket. It held up the bottom of his shirt and showed off his ass.

The aroma of sugar filled her nose on the way to the kitchen. It dissolved in butter on the stove. Alex took his place in front of it and stirred, but not with the spoon in his pocket.

Luna sat at the island and watched him from behind. She asked him a thousand questions. He answered them.

After a while, he decided it was his turn.

“Do you like to cook, sweetheart?”

“I‘m not allowed to,” she said.

“Why not?”

“I’m not supposed to play with knives.”

Alex knew why but he didn’t want to talk about her past.

“You wouldn’t be playing with them, you would be using them.”

Luna snickered.

“Oh, I’m definitely not supposed to use them. That’s for sure!”

Alex dropped the subject.

The room fell silent. Luna stared at the spoon in his pocket.

He watched her from corner of his eye.

“So, are you glad to have Michael back?”

“Yes?” she answered with a question mark.

Alex looked over.

Luna sighed.

“He’s not very happy about the whole… garage incident,” she explained.

“I heard about that, sweetheart. What were you thinking?”

Luna gave him a dirty look.

“Asa’s a jerk. I couldn’t help it,” she said.

“Have you seen him since?”


“Are you worried about it?”


“Is that why you’re here?”

She nodded.

“What do you think he’ll do?”

Luna had a good idea but she didn’t want to share that information.

“I don’t know,” she said.

Alex turned off the stove and poured the confection into a pan. Luna jumped up for a taste.

She stuck out her finger to catch the drizzle. He smacked her hand with the wooden spoon from his back pocket.

“You know better than that,” he said.

Alex stuck the spoon back in his pocket and continued to pour. Luna tried her luck again. He smacked her harder this time and pointed the spoon at her before putting it back.

“Knock it off!” he said.

Alex set the sheet of candy in the fridge. Luna complained. She wanted something sweet to eat. He put out a plate of cookies.

She took one and removed the icing with her finger, then shoved both the cookie and the icing in her mouth. Alex took the opportunity to talk.

“I’m concerned about your situation with Asa. I want to give you a key to my office, in case you need a place to hide.”

He reached in his pocket and set a key on the counter. She went to take it, he smacked her hand with the spoon.

Luna wanted to complain but couldn’t with her mouth full. Alex pulled out a second key.

“This one is for here.”

Luna about choked. She liked the idea of having access to his place again. He set the key beside the other one.

“Listen up sweetheart. Don’t abuse the privilege or I‘ll have the locks changed, again. Don’t steal or destroy anything of mine either, again. Understood?”

Luna nodded yes! He motioned for her to take the keys but now she didn’t dare. She stuck her hands under her arms.

Alex smiled. He picked up the keys and offered them again. She smiled and took them.

Luna slipped the keys down the front of her dress. He gave her a disappointed look.

“Why don’t you carry a purse?”

“...because it wouldn't fit down there.”

Alex looked at her odd. Luna giggled.

A knock on the door interrupted them. Luna thought for sure it was Asa. She grabbed a cookie and smeared icing across her cheek. She took another one and wiped it down her nose. She wanted to make him jealous. Alex caught on and scolded her.

“Bad idea, sweetheart.”

Luna went to answer the door but it wasn’t Asa. It was Michael and he didn’t like the food on her face. She could tell and started to wipe it off.

“What the fuck is going on here. I told you to stay home.”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Michael looked at Alex. He apologized for the inconvenience, then he took her home.

Alex shut the door and went back to the kitchen. He set the wooden spoon on the counter then buttoned up his shirt. He smiled, undid his pants and tucked it in.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The Nightmare

It was four in the morning, the rain fell hard. The hunt was over. It had come to this.

Luna was trapped. Asa closed in from behind. She begged for mercy. He didn't listen. He was angry.

He had horrible plans for her. The rain dripped from his chin. He tortured her with a smile then took her by the throat. She couldn't stop him.

He tightened his grip.

He told her to forfeit.

She woke up instead.

With eyes wide open, Luna took a deep breath. She felt her neck. It was bare except for a chain Asa bought her.

She took it off and set it aside, then Luna went back to sleep.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Garage

Luna didn’t make it home on time the next day. Asa surprised her in the hall and redirected her to the garage. She put her hands in the air and cooperated.

He led her across the concrete, towards his car. It was a black Lamborghini. He shoved her in the passenger side, then gently shut the door. Asa loved his car. Luna knew that.

He slid into the drivers seat and lit a cigarette but didn’t roll the window down. He wasn’t pleased with the stunt she pulled last night.

“What the fuck were you thinking,” he started.

Luna smirked.

“You owe me an answer bitch,” he growled.

“I don't owe you anything, fucker.”

“Excuse me?”

Luna fanned the smoke from her face and repeated herself, slower this time.

“I don't owe you a mother fucking thing.”

Asa pulled another drag off his smoke. He didn’t like her attitude and started the car. Luna didn’t want to go for a drive. She turned it off and jumped out with his keys.

Asa flew from his car and pitched his cigarette. He chased her down then wrestled for his keys. Once he got them, he pushed her against the limo.

“Don’t you ever…” he yelled, but stopped. He lowered his voice but was still upset, “Don’t you ever touch my fucking keys bitch, ever again. Is that understood?”

“Whatever,” she mumbled.

Asa opened the limo and pushed her inside. He forced her to take a seat then sat beside her. He straightened his slacks and stared at her a moment, then spoke.

“Lets try this again Luna. What the fuck were you thinking last night?”

“I was having fun, pissing you off,” she admitted.

“Pissing me off is not a pasttime bitch, it’s a problem and what you did last night was stupid.”

“No it wasn't.”

“Luna! You flashed me your ass! Everyone was in the room. If Michael would have noticed, he would have gone berserk! And nice panties by the way. I recognize them. I bought them for you. That was a nice touch and obviously took some planning.”

Luna smiled. Asa told her it was a bad idea, then carried on.

“You weren’t wearing the matching bra, were you? Noooo. Everyone could tell you weren’t wearing one at all Luna but it was nice of Michael to keep your tits warm for you… and who’s idea was it for you to wear that dress in the first place? Seriously.”

“Michael picked out my dress,” Luna chimed in.

“Shut up,” he said, “..and since when can’t you feed yourself babe, that was pathetic.”

Luna laughed. Asa did too for a second, then twisted her hair up tight around his fist.

“You wont be laughing after I take you up on that ‘offer’ of yours bitch, I promise.”

Luna didn’t know what to say. She liked his attention probably not the kind he had in mind. Asa could be nasty. She never got the chance to respond.

Michael opened the door and peered inside.

“What the fuck is going on in here.”

Asa let go of her hair and started to lie.

“I caught Luna with my car keys. She was headed out for a joyride but I stopped her. Your welcome.”

Michael looked at Luna. She always looked guilty. He took her hand and helped her from the limo. Asa got out behind her.

Michael thanked him then started to walk away with Luna. He planned to scold her in private and let go of her hand. She walked beside him until they got close to Asa’s car, then she veered off course.

Asa’s Ducati motorcycle was parked next to his car. She walked over and kicked up the stand then wheeled it closer to his car. Asa swore at her from across the garage. Michael asked her not to do it, but Luna pushed his bike into his car and took off running.

All she heard was Michael promise to catch up and Asa promise to get even.

Luna promised to put up one hell of a fight.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Michael Returns 2

The following night, Michael invited the boys over for drinks. It wasn’t wise to turn him down so they all showed up, Asa, Jordon and Alex. Luna was there of course, front and center.

They gathered in the great room, a fire burned in the hearth. It was cold outside. Jordon stood by the door. He never seemed capable of leaving guard duty. Asa sat on the couch in a way to accommodate the alleged size of his balls. Alex sat in a chair and stared at Luna. She sat on the floor in front of the fire.

Michael walked into the room. Luna nearly spilled his drink when she jumped up to greet him. He’d only been gone a few minutes. He sat in his chair. She sat in his lap. Alex turned his attention to the fire and Asa got annoyed.

Luna wore in a little red dress that nowhere near reached her knees. One of the straps kept slinking off her shoulder. She didn’t mind and left it. Michael kept replacing it but stopped after a while.

He was pretty proud of his performance last night. Luna was impressed as well. They flirted and fondled each other throughout the evening. Alex ignored it. Asa lost his mind. He didn’t react but planned to have a word with her about it, the next day.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Michael Returns 1

Luna couldn’t sleep one night. She wanted to sneak out for a walk but a voice from behind stopped her. He said, “Don’t go.”

Luna froze. It was Michael. He had picked the perfect night to come back, unannounced.

She let go of the door. He took her hand.

He led her back to his place and took her straight to bed. He didn’t waste any time and tangled up with her.

Michael had come back to check on his property.

He played with her hair and kissed her forehead, but something didn’t seem right. Luna did't seem like her usual eager self.

“Have you been faithful,” he asked.

“Of course,” she answered.

 It was true, but only because she had been turned down.

Michael sat up in bed and told Luna to do the same. She did. He told her to face him and she did that too. He asked for her eyes but that proved to be more difficult.

She took a deep breath then looked him in the eyes.

Michael was handsome, she adored that about him. His soft green eyes pined back at her. His typically clean face was covered in stubble. It was unbelievably sexy.

His lips were full, and nearly impossible to turn down when they beckoned her for a kiss. He beckoned her for a kiss.

She melted. They kissed for a moment then Michael took her hand.

“Luna,” he said, “Do you miss me?”

She nodded yes.

“Good, because I’ve missed you too.” Michael pulled her closer and swept her hair to one side.

“Luna, remember when I used to put chocolate chips in your coffee?”

She smiled. She also loved the way he pronounced chocolate, with three syllables.

"Yes sir."

Michael repositioned himself even closer.

“Luna, remember when I used to pick out your clothes?”

She nodded.

“Remember when I used to shower you and comb your hair?“

She grew uncomfortable.

“Do you miss it Luna?” he asked.

She paused then nodded yes. Michael could be possessive at times. He took note of her hesitation and sighed.

“Remember when I’d take you out to eat and feed you with my fingers?”

Luna giggled. She used to bite him whenever she could.

“You miss it, don't you?”

She nodded.

“Me too.”

Michael took a hold of Luna by the ankles and pulled her deeper into bed. He perched on top of her and brushed his thumb across her cheek.

“Remember when I used to take my belt to your ass, when you pissed me off?”

Luna became embarrassed and covered her mouth. Michael raised his brow. He removed her hand and waited for an answer.

She quickly said yes, then put her hand back up. He smiled.

“You miss it Luna, don't you,” he asked.

She left her hand over her mouth and nodded yes.

Michael took her hand away one last time and kissed her.

“I’m coming back for you Luna,” he said and kissed her again.

She whimpered.

He took over.