Loona's POV

I grinned from ear to ear as I left John's room. My short skirt swirled around my legs as I didn't just leave his room; no, I fled. I let the door fall behind me, slipped into my sneakers, grabbed my handbag, and left the apartment.

My heart was pounding, and I rushed down the four floors. When I reached the bottom, I took a deep breath of the late summer afternoon air. I checked my smartwatch. 5:20 PM, still a good two hours before I had to go to yoga. Enough time for a walk to clear my thoughts.

Since I had found John five days ago, I could think of almost nothing else but the expression on his face when I entered his room. That mixture of shock, denial, lust, and incredible humiliation excited me. I was grinning again. I had realized at an early age that, like my father, I had sadistic tendencies. Hopefully, I was on a different level than he was. Patrik (my father) had never made it easy for my mother; he had tormented her for ten years and nearly destroyed her before she had the courage to leave him. Since then, our life had been much better. My grin disappeared as I thought about those times, and I tried to focus on the here and now. John, oh John.

My feet carried me towards the park, my usual jogging route. I let them lead the way and took my smartphone out of my pocket, put on my headphones, and watched John's video again. He looked so cute when he appeared so ****, completely out of control. I noticed I was getting wet between my legs again. My nipples were now prominently visible through my thin bra and white shirt. I cursed my choice of clothing and sat down on a park bench in the shade of a tree. The sun was still high in the sky, and there was a lot of activity in the park for a Monday afternoon, probably due to the good weather. I let my gaze wander, and I noticed a young couple a few meters away from me, lying on a blanket in the grass, playing with a cute Dachshund.

I had to control myself if I wanted to handle John properly. In my 21 years of life, I had had many relationships and even more sexual partners. However, I could hardly explore my dominant side with almost anyone, and I had never come close to exploring my sadism. The fact that my new "little" brother was experimenting with BDSM and had a submissive streak was still hard for me to believe. Catching him was a gift from heaven. I grinned again, thinking about John and his panicked expression when he realized I was taking pictures of him.

The young woman on the blanket frowned and gave me a dirty look. Oh, it seemed she had misunderstood my grin and thought I was interested in her boyfriend. He was looking at me now too. Annoyed, I stood up and continued walking through the park towards the lake.

The problem I had was clearly that I wanted too much too quickly. I couldn't rush this matter, and I couldn't always trust myself when my desires took over. I had once left a scar on my first boyfriend's butt because I had put out one of my cigarettes there. I grinned again at the thought and reached into my handbag to pull out my cigarettes. So take it slow, Loona, and don't overdo it. Even though John had threatened to show the photos to my mother and his father (calling them our parents still felt wrong), I had never intended to do that. Especially not now that I had blackmailed him. I bit my lower lip, put a cigarette in my mouth, lit it, and inhaled the smoke. My mother would surely go ballistic if she found out. It would remind her too much of my father, and I didn't want to put her through that. Just the thought made my stomach turn. I couldn't predict how John's father would react. He seemed to be an alpha male, but he was kind and very protective of those he considered part of his pack, unlike my scumbag of a father. I wanted John to feel comfortable and trust me. I wanted to become the center of his life, with every thought of sex being linked to me, and he would learn to endure and enjoy it for me. My nipples were now practically poking through my shirt. It looked like you needed a different form of yoga today, I told myself. I took out my phone again and sent Alex a short message.

Do you have time and fancy a quick one?

I didn't have to wait long for a reply.

I always have time for you, my beautiful. Should I come over?

His message was followed by a picture of his large black dick. I shook my head. Men were sometimes unteachable, no matter how often I told him that pictures of his penis didn't turn me on much; he kept trying. Granted, he had an enormous tool in his pants, and he knew how to use it, which was essentially why I had any contact with him at all. Oh well.

No, I'll come to you. I'll be there in about 20 minutes.

I replied and adjusted my running direction accordingly.