Of Land & Sea { Penitency & Enigma_x }

[Enigma_x]

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Luna 'Hawke[/SIZE]' ]

For centuries, her kind had remained under the radar. There were a few mistakes, which was how most of the legends began. Fortunately, humanity was reluctant to believe that something could truly exist beneath the surface of the water that was just like them. In fact, many mermaids, or merfolk, were used to the ways of humans. Their need to breed brought them to the surface, often staying for several days, sometimes weeks. Some mermaids enjoyed taking human lovers, although it had been forbidden. Just as there was on earth, there were beautiful buildings and works of humanity that had been claimed by the sea. Merfolk had even built their own in places so deep the humans had yet to discover them. The mystical world beneath the surface of the water once gave happiness to Luna; now all she could think about was leaving.

Luna had been born into a section of the lower level merfolk, meaning that her family had to work for everything they had. When Luna turned of age, one of the Princes had taking a liking to her. It didn’t take long for him to request for her in marriage. The choice, of course, fell to her parents. The men protected their people and were revered, whereas women were known for gathering food, looking after the children and rather firm human female roles. Luna had assumed one had learned from the other, or they were more alike than anyone assumed.

It had been days since she’d had the news of her husband to be, of course, her family was overjoyed. They would be lifted in status. They were thinking that their daughter would be thrilled at the idea of being a Princess, and that she would welcome all of the riches and changes that it would bring. They didn’t even stop to think if it was what she truly wanted. They believed it was in her best interests, so that was that. Luna, on the other hand, wasn’t as happy as they assumed. In fact, she was angered. Not only did she want to make her own choices, but she wanted to explore the land above. Luna wanted to live a different life than she’d been given. It wasn’t ungratefulness, but the curiosity and need to explore.

A swift glisten of magenta began to trickle through the sun lit waves, dipping and diving deeper before breaching the surface once more. The waves were fairly soft, barely making an impact on her drifting figure. As the legends said, merfolk did have a rather long fish-like tail. They came in all shapes and sizes. Luna’s tail was a light magenta, turning a glisten of purple as she moved within the sea. It wasn’t uncommon for scales of merfolk to glisten and shimmer, changing their colours to some extent. Their bodies were usually covered in scales, which could be brought to their flesh at will. Other than that, their abilities were fairly limited. The legend of a siren song was true, but usually it was used to summon a mate, as opposed to luring men to their deaths.

Luna continued to brush up to the surface, trying to take note of everything she saw. Some of her kind had been known to slip onto human’s boats and had been able to slip off into the town unnoticed. Or so she’d been told. That was her plan, to find a boat and hide until they hit land. Of course, she could go searching herself. The sea was vast and deep, there’s no telling how long it would take her to find her goal, not to mention she could be noticed at any time by her people. Luna wanted to disappear, she wanted to cast aside all of her previous ties. Even if it meant just leaving, no notice, no words. It seemed the best way.

Soon enough, her prayers were answered. The sound of an engine filled her ears, immediately causing her to dive down into the depths as she waited. Slowly, the woman began to trail the boat, managing to sink down underneath the object and keep herself hidden from view. It had taken some practice, but she’d learned to hide her form from fishermen. Much to her surprise, the boat was coming to a stop. The mermaid swam about to the side of the vessel, it seemed the captain was busy toward the front of the boat. With ease, Luna reached up and began to hook her fingers around the metal stairs. It had been so long since she’d allowed her body to be out of the water, the change was definitely frightening. Her legs almost felt like jelly, shaking a little as she climbed up onto the boat as silently as she could muster.

Without hesitation, the woman scurried down into the lower deck, finding a place to hide. Her naked, bare frame caused her to halt for a moment. She needed clothing, humans wore clothing. Without being in the water, her powers were stunted. The only power that worked was the siren song, and she did not need that. The woman began to rummage until she found a spare t-shirt and a pair of swimming shorts. The swimming shorts didn’t fit too well, and neither did the shirt. Nevertheless, the woman kept the clothing on before she began to search for a decent hiding spot. Long, wet black strands trailed down along her back, providing even more droplets of water from her frame down onto the floor. It was her own mistake when she slid slightly on the slick floor, causing her to fall against the side of the boat, causing a loud thud through the vessel. A few oaths left her lips as she began to panic. She needed a place to hide, and fast.

 

[Penitency]

Grayson Knight

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Everyone had their escape, and Grayson was no different. Instead of dealing with more headache and squawking financial advisers, he opted to have his captain ready the extravagant yacht to set sail. Departing from his home (which will be described later) in Miami Beach, the boat cut through the crystalline waters en route to tropical paradise further south. Grayson found comfort in the hum of the on-board motors beneath the ship, the sound of the waves breaking across the navy colored hull, and the whistle of the wind whipping around him. It wasn't long before the luxurious yacht found itself roaming between tropical islands just miles away from Key West and Cuba. The captain of the boat, wearing traditional white shorts and button up, would slow the engine speed and savor the view of lush green vegetation at their left and right. He sat back in his tall seat, underneath the partial roof of the flying bridge at the peak of the boat, and rested a hand upon the glistening silver of the notched steering wheel before him. There was no doubt he was always blown away by the view of their journey as he tipped his head back and slipped a cigarette between his lips. From here, the captain did not need to do much as he simply kept them away from shallow waters before killing the motor and bringing the yacht to a drift near one of the desolate, uninhabited islands.

Grayson was on the second floor, beneath the captain, as he overlooked the rear of the boat and the wake it created within the water. His matching, oceanic blue, colored eyes simply admired the ripples across the see-through currents being distorted by the beast intruding upon them. Out here, the water was so clean and pure; anyone could almost see the busy marine life or the corral developing upon the sandy floor. His hand reached out to idly curl around the top of the metal railing before him as the other lifted to pinch at his cigar between index finger and thumb. Smoke spiraled up before his handsome and stubble accented face in the process of pulling the item from between masculine lips. Grayson tilted his head back and exhaled the smoke beyond him while peering down at the water still; the sound of the exotic birds flying from tree to tree nearby filled his ears, along with the waves beating upon the sides of the yacht, or the shoreline of the beaches. Just the ambiance alone reminded the rich investor and CEO of why he needed the escape, and often did it through the year on a routine basis. Even the strong wind that ran through his dark brown hair, which had been kept short and brushed to one side stylishly, soothed his otherwise bothered soul.

Although the sun's strident rays were beating upon the landscape, and humidity was ever high, Grayson was well represented when it came to clothing. A tailored, white button up hugged over his burly form in fitted fashion. The fabrics followed the steep slants of his powerful shoulders before falling down to cling around sinewy arms. Either sleeves were casually folded back to both elbows, exposing both forearms and a platinum Rolex Explorer wrapped to his left wrist. A pair of khaki shorts hung low over his striated hips that went on forever before dipping into the waistband. To complete the ensemble, Grayson bore a black pair of sunglasses that blocked the view of his crystalline gaze because of the deep tint.

Holding the cigar down at his side, the man turned his back upon the view and began to casually walk back into the air conditioned interior of the second floor. Reaching the sliding glass door dividing him from the living space, Grayson lazily pushed it aside before stepping in and closing the glass behind him. His audible footsteps stopped besides a ceramic ashtray seated upon one of the tables near a mounted television, as to where he snubbed out the Cuban's burning end with a soft grind upon the smooth surface. A deep exhale escaped his nose as he ran a hand across his lightly glistening forehead before Grayson lifted his gaze upon the seventy inch television screen on the wall. The national news and stock market ticker were observed before the hum of crew conversation caught his ear.

"Anchor down, go make sure we're clear." One of the crew mates near Grayson would bow his head while passing by after getting the call over the radio, "Mr. Knight." The crewman's brisk footsteps lead him to the sliding door, as to where Grayson's eyes casually followed the man. Grayson looked so distant for a moment as he bit his bottom lip and just continued to ponder over things within his busy mind. Then came the echoing thump downstairs, which seemed just beneath him. Said crewman would look down from the second floor railing while holding unto it before jerking his head to the third floor. His brows narrowed as he grabbed his radio and hit the transmit button to speak to the captain, "You hear that?" The captain would stand from his seat, with cigarette between his lips, and walk over to the back of his floor to look down at the crewman staring back at him. He'd shout down to the lower ranking male and throw out his arm, "Go find whatever that is, then!" Captain turned his back on the crewman, and cursed under his breath while returning to the seat.

A gang of three crew members were searching the rear deck, only finding a mess of water nearly tripping them up. One of them smartly pronounced, "Follow the trail!"

But it was Grayson whom exited the staircase, marched through the first floor, and opened a door along the side of the deck. That's where, under the shade of the second floor's roof, he found the injured woman. His heart nearly sank at the sight of her as he rushed forwards, placing a hand atop of her back as he came to her side and canted his head, "Whoa, whoa... are you hurt?" He narrowed his gaze and continued, "What are you doing out here?" Was she stranded before? But holy shit, she was immaculately beautiful!

 

[Enigma_x]

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Luna 'Hawke[/SIZE]' ]

Luna wasn’t used to using her legs, clearly. In her foolish and swift attempt to escape, she’d lunged the first chance she saw. What she didn’t expect was the number of footsteps she heard, how busy was this boat? It was huge, which would offer a great number of places to hide. However, before she managed to bring herself up onto her feet, she soon heard footfalls echoing close to her. The warmth of a touch against her back sent the woman immediately straightening up, concern rippling over her features as she noticed how close he was to her. Luna’s heart was racing in her chest, a feeling she wasn’t used to. It was almost fight or flight, thankfully his words kept her sane. They practically oozed concern and a caring attitude; it was perfect.

“I’m okay,” Her voice was harmonious and soft, it certainly matched her feminine features. The woman’s hand reached out to gently steady herself against him as she regained her talent of walking. It was truly a strange thing to her, two limbs moving with one another. She was far more attuned to a strong, powerful tail. When her gaze settled on the man, she began to notice just how handsome she was. A warm blush rose into her cheeks, giving her olive skin a light glow as she clearly began to stare at his large, powerful physique. It was how she imagined human warriors, strong and powerful. Luna took a few moments to try and find a decent story in her mind. How did humans come across another’s boat?

“I don’t remember much,” The soft hum echoed between them as she continued, “Is this your boat? I’m terribly sorry, I just… I didn’t have any clothes and I didn’t want to be caught naked,” There was a genuine concern in her tone, but it wasn’t her nudity; it was if he believed her story. “I saw your boat and I just swam, I don’t know how long I’ve been out here.” She could have rushed off and tried to escape, but there would be no use to that. No doubt they’d see what she was the moment she hit the water. All she could do was try and convince him to take her to shore. “Is it too much to ask for you to take me back to shore?” As she was taking in the luxurious setting, the shorts that had been a bit too big began to slink down her form, leaving her legs bare. Thankfully, the long t-shirt in a navy tone concealed her groin and rear.

“I’m Luna,” Clearly she was nervous as her voice was slightly shaky, which could have been taken as if she was cold. Considering she was still wet, it may have been more likely to be the latter. As footfalls grew louder, several of the crew began to make their way into the room. With swift action, Luna swiftly ducked behind her saviour, concealing herself from the crew. She’d never been in front of that many humans before and it was frightening. What if they discovered her secret? “Are you going to have me taken away?” The nervousness in her voice remained as she peered from around one of his muscular arms

 

[Penitency]

Because the woman opted to immediately strand straight up after Grayson had placed a hand along the center of her back, the athletically fit male would have no choice but to do the same and step back from her. His sculpted arm dropped down to his side as he licked his bottom lip and furrowed his brows; there was a whirlwind of curiosity, confusion, interest, and suspicion upon his masculine facial features. Under the incandescent rays of the sun piercing through the opened side of the deck, Grayson nodded his head at her initial words before taking the moment to admire the siren. She truly was a goddess, despite the fact that she was wearing something so unflattering. Her voice nearly melted his heart as he ran a hand across his lips in surprise at just how stunning she was; he was doing his best to hold back the surge of emotions overtaking his thoughts.

When her hand planted itself squarely between his pronounced pectorals, a wet print would then soak into the fabrics of his expensive shirt. Luna would notice his body didn't move an inch due to the raw strength contained within his tree-trunk legs, all the way up to his thick neck. Grayson peered down at the hand, almost worried she'd find how hard his heart was pounding in his rib cage, before lifting back upon her. "Are you sure?" He'd lean his head forwards still in concern, noticing she seemed weak and unable to walk properly. Luna's blush wasn't helping him as Grayson sucked in a deep breath through his nose, which only brought his pectorals forward against her palm.

"Yes, this is my boat. It's fine, you're safe. I am not about to..." He'd point with his thumb toward the water, "... throw you out or something. You said you were naked?" There was something about her story that was just blowing the man's mind. "Wait a minute, you were stranded out here? What happened?" Grayson couldn't believe it... but she looked too pristine, and didn't smell like a homeless person. How could she have been stranded? Nonetheless, when you looked like Luna did, you didn't get thoroughly questioned. You were appreciated, and believed by men like him. "I am not going to drop you off on the shore. There is nothing around here, for miles! Where are you from, Cuba? You have to be..." With a body like that. "... but if you're trying to go back to the States, I can do that too."

"Luna... my name's Grayson." He couldn't help but look down to the fallen shorts around her ankles before back up into her gaze. That's when the crew were approaching from behind, and she quickly dashed behind him. Extending a hand out toward the angered males, Grayson commanded, "We found a castaway. Go tell the Captain to lift anchor. We need to get her home. Adrian..." He'd point toward one of them, "... grab me a towel, and prepare her a meal. Right now." Adrian nodded his head before dashing off into the interior of the ground level.

Turning around to face her, Grayson cupped either of her upper arms with his hands softly, "No, you have nothing to worry about... come, lets go inside, and get you that meal." He'd curl one of his large arms around her shoulders to pull her into his side, not caring if she imprinted upon him with water, as the other hand pulled open the door so he could lead her into the lavish interior. "Why are you out here?"

 

[Enigma_x]

The deep tone of his voice, coupled with the warmth ebbing through the fabric of his shirt and onto her hand was almost unreal. Humans were appealing, that is what she was learning on her trip so far. Now she could truly understand why women of her race decided to look elsewhere. Most of the men in their world were slender; they were built for swimming. This man that stood in front of her was a broad beast of a specimen. Luna was rather in awe of him, which didn’t help her racing heart. The way his muscles moved against her palm, leaning in toward her, was rather interesting. The female toyed with the idea of brushing her fingers along his chest, but she refrained.

A soft, tender sigh of relief escaped her lips as she heard that the boat was his, and that he didn’t plan on throwing her out. Luna was rather content with his promise before he mentioned he wasn’t going to drop her off at the shore. Miles, she didn’t know what that meant, but it must have been far. The barrage of questions about where she was from only caused further confusion. She didn’t know places on land, but he seemed certain he knew where she was from. A place called Cuba. It sounded pleasant. However, she knew better than to answer so swiftly, she needed to think. If she could work out which would be a better option, then she would be safe to pick. Anywhere that wasn’t the ocean certainly suited her.

As the men had entered, Luna remained pinned behind her new found protector. The way his hand rose felt rather defensive, and sent a chill of warmth through her. That hadn’t been expected. So she was what they called a castaway. “Oh you don’t need to make me food,” The female breathed softly upon hearing his orders. “I’ll dry quickly enough, I mean, if I’m not harming your boat.” Luna didn’t know much about boats, only that they were supposed to float. She’d seen many down at the bottom of the ocean, so she’d had time to learn something about the creatures that lived above them in the sun. It all seemed quite bright up in their world; and Luna couldn’t have been more pleased.

A slightly startled look took hold of her delicate features, her doe like hues snapped up toward his face as she felt his hands cupping her upper arms. Even if his touch was soft, it was oh so warm and solid; it was nothing like the touch of her people. As he began to walk her inside, she felt his arm begin to ease around her shoulders. Being pulled against such a large, powerful frame made the petite, curved woman feel even smaller. It also brought a strange feeling swelling into her abdomen. It was warm, yet it felt tense. She had no idea what this was, and it was rather disconcerting. “Really, I’m okay, I don’t need them to slave after me,” The woman piped up once more in an effort for the man to relieve his rather angry looking staff.

As he opened the door to the interior, Luna almost stopped in her tracks. “I… Well, I was trying to escape my home. I wanted to be anywhere but there.” The long dark strands began to dry slightly, a glow embracing them as she began to cross the sun riddled room. It was glorious, so shiny and new. Luna was aware she’d slipped from his grasp to begin inspecting the room, it was only as she began tapping the floor with her toes that she noticed she may be acting somewhat strange. “This is a large boat,” She confessed with pure enthusiasm. “I remember seeing one like this when I was a child, it was rather beautiful, but in a different way.” The female was clearly in awe of the vessel as she took in every inch of the room, almost twirling in place as she assessed the beautiful area. Before she’d had a chance to test the seats, one of the men brought through a tray of food. The scents were odd; it wasn’t what she was used to. What she ate was generally clams, fish and other sources of food they could find.

The female padded cautiously over toward the plate that was served on the table. As the woman sat down on the chair, she noticed it began to roll. Immediately she rose, her face seemingly showing distress. Once she saw the man who had served her glance in confusion, she simply sat back down with a soft laugh, “I didn’t expect it to move.” Which was the truth, in her defence. Two metal items were delivered next to the plate, which only caused her brow to crease as if she was focusing on the meal before her far more than she should’ve been. The woman rose her hand almost cautiously as she noticed the heat trailing up from the plate. She tentatively touched the small fish laid out before her. A hiss escaped her lips as the flesh burned her own. How was it so warm? Is this how humans ate? Thankfully, there were some cool, fresh clams on the side. Once she took hold of one, she began to pry it open. Luna was to having the upper hand in the water, she gained some strength along with her other form. The clam didn’t budge, but it did fly. A sharp shove against the opening sent it flying back down the room, clattering as it went. Luna could only stare in embarrassment, which was clearly shown by the heavy blush tainting her cheeks pink.

 

[Penitency]

"I know how that feels, sometimes." Grayson confessed with a defeated huff through his nose as Luna slipped from his hefty arm to inspect the immediate room she had been lead into. Both of his hands idly tucked themselves into the pockets of his shorts as he lazily followed her with lackadaisical footsteps. "Yes..." Again, his brows furrowed over his eyes and brought some distress across his facial features; Grayson couldn't help but notice her odd actions. Tapping her foot against the floor repeatedly, as if not use to standing upon such a surface, was disturbing. Because of her actions, his words decreased in volume and increased in bewilderment. "Yes, it's a yacht. We have everything here you could possibly need." Grayson exclaimed as he lifted both toned arms up at his side, and faintly shrugged his mountainous shoulders in the process, before sinking back in the pockets from which they came.

"So, then, you're definitely from around these parts. From the south." It was as if the man was trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. Maybe he was right in the fact that he had guessed she was from Cuba, but she lacked the accent. Luna's body and pigment was definitely playing the part, though. All jokes aside, her voice was too melodic and without accent, so he ruled it out. She couldn't have been from some plane crash, because she wasn't hurt nor starved. A brief nod would be shared when she complimented the boat and continued to study its architecture. After Adrian walked in with the food and placed it atop of the glass table surrounded by modern chairs, he backed up and folded his hands at his lower back. Grayson dismissed the male by simply uttering, "Thanks, Adrian. Go on and join the crew." There was a moment that Adrian paused, despite the words, and peered back at her when she laughed. Following, he shook his head and walked from the room hastily.

The captain above would have the anchor retracted, and began to warm up the engine below the deck. All of the occupants could hear the machine begin to rumble softly to life, but they did not move just yet. Grayson walked over toward the table and ran a hand along the top of one of the chairs. "You're a rather curious one, Luna." He'd tease with an audible smirk spilling from his warm lips. Pulling the chair away from the table, he then stepped beside it before slipping into it. One of his arms hung over the top of the chair's back behind him, and the other laid out across the glass table diving the them. Such an action forced his pectorals and shoulders to draw a tighter outline of their bulk against the fabrics of his damp shirt. Grayson's hand that was laying upon the table was gentling tapping his fingers against the surface silently as he pondered her actions. "Careful, it's hot."

He couldn't help but cant his head to the side and observe as Luna began to pry open a clam on the plate. Grayson opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing in time as the clam went flying behind her. It clattered against the tall before tumbling across the floor near them. Grayson paused for a moment, as if he was angry, before his warm lips began to pull at an ever growing smile. Shortly after, he'd begin laughing as he hung his head down before lifting his eyes back up toward her, "Luna... " His amusement broke up his words before he gathered himself to finish, "... be easy. Clams are rather touchy, as you see. I don't think you know your own strength." He'd shake his head before leaning forward to push over the fork that was laying on the glass table's surface. It stopped beside her plate as he then pointed to it, "Use that to handle the hot fish."

He also pushed forward the cup of water closer to her plate so she could drink from it if she wished. Grayson then sat back, running a hand to smooth over the fabric of his shirt before his chest as he did. His eyes looked upon her still as he spoke, "So, you were trying to escape? Well, you can come back with me then, I guess. Why were you escaping?"

 

[Enigma_x]

The female paused as she heard the rumble of the yacht coming to life. Luna was far too fixated on the plate of food before her to notice the man drawing in. Grayson was certainly appealing, he was unlike any other man she’d ever seen. “I like to learn.” The female murmured before she gazed toward him, her heart almost fluttered. With the way his lips pulled into a smirk, she could have sworn her body responded without any motivation at all. He was absolutely charming. Luna should’ve taken his advice, but she didn’t hear it as the clam flew from her grasp. A smile illuminated her hues as she gazed toward him. “It seems I don’t, I’m used to someone helping me with them.” The last part was a lie, but she figured human males weren’t too different to merfolk, meaning the men were usually in control.

As his hand brushed one of the fork, she glanced toward him with amusement before giving a nod and swept it up into her hand. Slowly, almost as if she was dissecting it, the female began to break apart the fish. Luna leaned toward her plate, smelling the food before taking some of the white flesh onto the fork. What she hadn’t realised was the way the shirt stuck to her body from the water, the material had become wet from her body, sticking to her curved physique. It almost felt like a second skin. Her attention was drawn from the fish in front of her to the man beside her. “I would appreciate just being taken to land.” She offered a warm smile, her whole face illuminating with warm radiance. “You’ve done more than enough considering I just climbed onto your boat.” When he asked why she was escaping, Luna sighed softly, clearly her features displayed her dismay.

“Well, my family have these plans for me that I don’t want. They agreed for me to marry a man that just wants to breed with me.” It was rather up front, but ever since it had happened, Luna hadn’t been able to talk about it with anyone. “I tried to make them see reason, but they couldn’t see beyond what they would gain out of it.” As the woman shrugged, her breasts shifted slightly. It was clear that her curves were framed from the wet shirt hanging over her body. It didn’t take her long to take a few bites of the fish with a soft, content moan ebbing from her with pure delight. The humans knew what was delicious. “This is perfect,” The female purred softly as she continued to pick the fish apart.

Once she’d done eating, the female placed the fork on the plate and eased it further across the surface. Slowly, she reached forward to take the cup of water. It was an odd thing to feel a dry mouth. After she’d finished the water, the female turned toward him. A curious expression covered her delicate features as she glanced toward the windows. “I didn’t mean to ruin your trip. Please, you don’t have to take me back. Do whatever you want to do, I could maybe rest on the… soft thing over there?” The woman nodded toward the chairs. “Oh dear, I’m still getting your boat wet,” The female huffed softly, noticing her long brown strands were still dripping water down along the chair and toward the floor. Some of them resided over her chest, as she brushed them away, it was apparent that the shirt clung around her ample mounds. The flesh of her peaks had hardened under the cool wet strands, making a clear appearance toward him.

 

[Penitency]

It was definitely hard to stay a gentleman, and not let his crystalline gaze roam over her body, when Luna was in nothing but a transparent shirt she had recovered from his boat. A visibly hard swallow shifted the stubble covering his sun kissed neck as Grayson leaned back comfortably against the chair. There was no doubt he was trying his best to keep his sanguine posture on the outside as his arm perched itself against the top of the seat toward his rear, which only forced his mountainous shoulder to shrug along the side of his wide neck. "It's not a problem, honestly. It's not like I intended on staying out here for long..." He would lift and open the hand which was laying across the table between them, as if telling her to stop pleading her case. There was a splash of honesty in his masculine tone that chimed up under the sound of the waves beating against the side of the rock-steady yacht. "You're acting like you've ruined my day by showing up here, and that's farthest from the truth."

As Luna began to explain her situation, the male reached up with a bending elbow to snatch his expensive shades by one of its legs. Grayson's generous bicep lifted up against the folded sleeve that was trying its best to contain it as he pulled the pair of Ray-Ban Wayfarers from his handsome face. Canting his head to the side, Grayson set the expensive sunglasses down on the glass surface of the table and peered toward her with a rather perplexed expression again. This woman had seemingly been through so much, and now she's trying to escape her family, too. "Too... too breed?" That was an odd way of phrasing it, and she could see just how surprised the brute was before her. Shaking his head, Grayson would reaffirm his choice to take her with him, "Then it's their loss. I am taking you back with me to the States, and I'll make sure you're housed, fed, and clothed. I won't take you back to some arranged marriage. Not if you're vying to escape it..." To emphasize his point, the man jabbed a finger into the glass between them before rolling his seat back. In silence, he allowed her to finish her food while he thought to himself (which seemed to be a rather bad habit of the billionaire.)

With a sore groan, Grayson stood up and ran a hand across his lips and stubble covered chin for a moment. His now visible, oceanic eyes peered down at her as his large shadow nearly engulfed her. Reminding himself not to look down her shirt, he cleared his throat and continued, "I am glad you liked it, but that is just a sample of what is waiting for you." Turning his large and broad back to her, Grayson stepped over toward the closest wood colored table which surrounded the main dining room. He'd pull over a container of ice, and old fashioned glass, and a bottle of bourbon. Dropping a few cubes into the glass, he then picked up the bottle of alcohol by its neck. Both of his eyes busied themselves on his pour as he spoke up to her, "Enough, Luna." There came his dominant streak. His voice was much more firm and serious, with a raspy note to it. When he told you something, he meant it.

Turning around to face her again, the male leaned his strong lower back and rock hard posterior against the low rise table. He brought the small glass toward his bottom lip, where it linged so he could speak, and leveled his eyes into her own. "I insist, and you're not ruining anything. I merely come out here to just escape the routine." He'd shake his head when she noted about getting the boat wet. "It'll survive. Boats are made to get wet." A quick sip would be taken from his glass before a content sigh pushed beyond his warm lips. She could see the rise and fall of his pronounced pectorals as he exhaled deeply through the nose upon feeling the burn. Said ice cubes within his glass clanked against its interior with every shift.

Footsteps from the stairwell toward the end of the deck would resound before Adrian appeared from the living quarters holding a pink, string, two piece bikini. "Sir, I remembered this was left behind from..." Clearing his throat, the crewmen placed the two pieces on the wood ledge near the stairs, "It was all that was left, but better than a wet shirt." Grayson nodded before pushing off the table and walking toward the two pieces left by Adrian. He would bent over, pick up the items in one hand, while taking a sip with his other. Holding them out to her, he'd comment, "Go ahead and change out of that wet shirt. Here... it should fit you... we can rest on the deck together, afterwards. It should only take us so long before we get back to land."

 

[Enigma_x]

His words were somewhat comforting. At least if he hadn’t intended to stay out that long, she wasn’t ruining his trip. In fact, his next comment seemed to solidify that he wasn’t bothered by her presence. Yet, she still worried about it. Luna was used to being self sufficient, to rely on someone else for help was weak, at least in her culture. They were mythical beings, they were above humanity, or so many of them thought. Luna had noticed the way he reacted upon hearing her story, it was confusing. Did she say something out of turn for humans? However, she couldn’t help but be distracted by the movements of his large, muscled form. She was almost in a trance with how wonderful he looked. Even with the beautiful decorative reefs, he was still far more appealing.

“Breeding… Yes. Uh, my family called it breeding.” A light blush rose into her cheeks as she explained her term, it was purely for reproducing, not for her personality or love. As he told her he was taking her back and going to take care of her, Luna’s jaw fell slack. “I couldn’t,” She immediately interjected, but in a soft tone that may have been easily missed. “I will never go back to that. I was certain I could find my way in a free world.” It all seemed like a dream. Luna had expected to climb aboard a rather shabby boat and scrounge her way into a life on land and yet, here she was sitting on a boat with an exceptionally handsome man who was saying he was going to take care of her. It all seemed too good to be true.

Luna paused as the man rose. It almost felt like the first time she was truly seeing him when she noticed his piercing blue orbs. They were beautiful, it reminded her of the ocean, vast and complicated, strong and unyielding. As he stood before her, she noticed just how much larger he was. He was intimidating, that she knew. “A sample? Really, it’s okay Grayson, I can make my own way,” His firm tone was enough to cause her to fall into silence, her thick lashes sweeping up as she followed him with her doe-like gaze. His powerful voice had eased her into submission with little effort. Luna was curious, she wondered if he had powers of his own.

The female turned slightly in the chair, rather amused by the ease of movement as she admired his form beside hers. She should have been paying attention to his words, but her gaze was clearly elsewhere as she began to watch the way his muscles responded to his movements, and the sounds that emerged from him. It seemed that before she could ask what the drink was, a member of staff appeared with a rather odd looking piece of clothing. Apparently, it was for her. Luna was about to object when her mind promptly reminded her of the tone he’d used before. “Thank you,” The petite woman rose to her feet and took hold of the stringy clothing. The texture of the material was nice, but she wasn’t sure it would fit around her rather ample bust.

Slowly, she turned her back to Grayson and reached down to the hem of the wet shirt. With ease, she began to peel the fabric from her body. She hadn’t realised she should’ve found a place to change. She didn’t see the harm in undressing with her back facing him. As the shirt rose, a firm, rounded rear was on complete display. The way her waist dipped inward and curved out toward her hips was a distinct shape of an hourglass figure. Once the shirt was off, she dropped it down onto the counter. It didn’t take her long to wiggle into the bottom half of the bikini, without bending down too much. As she slipped on the top, she attempted to tie it tight enough, only to realise the material clung to her breasts, pulling them upward. The halter neck design gave her cleavage an unnecessary boost. Fortunately, the material did cover the perky flesh almost completely.

Luna turned to face her companion with a hint of dismay. “Is this how it is supposed to look?” There was genuine confusion over her features as she glanced down at her toned, supple figure. It was a very strange feeling to be dressed in human clothing and rather looking the part. The female didn’t take long to walk toward Grayson, a rather excited smile gracing her lips. “Can we go bask in the sun now?” It had been so long since she’d truly felt the sun on her skin. It was a feeling she had missed.

 

[Penitency]

Silently, Grayson watched her take hold of the two piece bikini and thank him for it. Normally, he'd provide more semblance of clothing, but there wasn't much female attire to go around on the boat that seemed fitting. Luckily for her, Grayson was quite the playboy, and well... he often did bring a group of women from Tinder with him when venturing in the yacht, but today was different. "I hope it fits. I think it should..." His voice sounded a little distant and skeptical. Now, usually his type was busty, and most of the women he brought aboard met the standard. The question? Was Luna's bust bigger than the typical girl that would accompany him? Grayson was dying to find out as he allowed his eyes to quickly soak up the sight of her now that she was standing at proper height. There was no doubt he had a lot of height on her, as his silhouette cast by god rays easily swallowed up Luna's entire body within it. Hell, from her perspective, his broad shoulders *were* plodding out the sun beaming upon his rippled shoulder blades toward the rear. The next kicker? Luna was about to change in front of him, and Grayson was not expecting it.

Watching her turn around, he was almost tempted to reach out and tell her she could use the quarters downstairs if she so wished. But no, he didn't. Instead, Grayson took a step back and brought the glass of bourbon to his bottom lip. A quick sip would be taken with the tip of his head, but his eyes never left Luna's body the moment she lifted the soaking shirt upon her. Needless to say, he nearly swallowed down the wrong pipe when she exposed the peach shaped curves of her backside to him; the burn from the alcohol flowing down his throat was less apparent than before. Just looking at her lithe, dimpled back flowing into the humps of her ass cheeks could act as a pain killer any day, and the distraction that Grayson was oft trying to find. It was hard, but his curious eyes lifted to find the side profile of her generous breasts poking from either side of her hourglass figure, and while he didn't get a complete view, it was enough to get his hear kicking within his chest and pectorals to draw into a tight flex beneath the fabrics clinging to them. Grayson just wanted to take control and ravage her across the dining table- no woman had ever said no to him. But he didn't. Something, in the back of his head, noted it was best to take his time with her.

"Yeah..." He'd nod a few times in affirmation while allowing his eyes roam over her front. There was no doubt he was falling in love with how her large breasts were dying to spill out from the slightly smaller cups. It was almost comical as he brought his glass back to his lips for a brief sip. "Lets." Her words snapped him out of it, as he turned so that he could begin to lead her out toward the exterior deck. Sliding the glass door open for her, he waited for Luna to step out unto the humidity of the tropical sun before closing it behind them both. "You look amazing in it, actually..." He'd note before brushing by her, patting the top of the lounge chair facing the rear of the boat as he commented, "All yours..."

Rounding his, the man casually placed his glass atop of the small end table near his lounge chair beside her own. Without the glass in his hand, both now moved to begin to pull the buttons from the dress shirt binding his sculpted chest from view. He'd turn his head toward her in the process, his eyes squinted under the harsh rays of the sun, and continued to unbutton his threads. "You know, this is the first time I've been out with a woman like this in... months. Normally..." He'd finish unbuttoning his shirt, leaving a preview of what was to come. The inner halves of his pectorals, and the maze-patterned grooves of his abdominal muscles were left for now. Sharply, he'd pull his arms back and begin to peel the shirt down their robust lengths until it was caught at his lower back. Mountainous shoulders rose up at either side of his neck as his chest bared itself to her now. The fabric of his shirt bunched in his hands at his lower back, before it was discarded to lay on the lounge chair's edge. "... I bring groups of..." He'd clear his throat some, "... friends with me. Not dates."

Grayson plopped down atop of the lounge chair, crossed his ankles over one another, and cupped his hands behind his head. This forced his v-cut hips to dip dramatically into his waistband, and draw his six-pack, rib cage, and pectorals taunt along with the flare of his upper arms.

 

[Enigma_x]

Thankfully, he’d confirmed that the clothing seemed to fit. Although, the way he was looking down along her body made her consider there was something he wasn’t telling her. Soon enough, he was leading her out toward the deck. This yacht was huge; she’d never seen anything like it. “It’s beautiful,” Her soft voice hummed as she stepped out into the warm, humid setting. It was glorious, the feeling of the sun brushing against her olive skin. She’d never known it to feel so comforting. It was also incredibly bright, Luna had always had the sea between her and the harsh rays of sun. The woman was so distracted by the beauty of the boat that the masculine tone had to drag her out of her hypnotised state. With a brisk bounce, displayed by her rather large mounds, the female made her way toward the lounge chair and eased herself down onto the comfortable furniture.

The female rolled onto her side, admiring the male as he began to unbutton his shirt. The mermaid watched him with a keen gaze as she noticed his shirt part to reveal a sculpted, large wall of muscle. Slowly, Luna bit down on her lower lip. The force on the flesh caused it to swell slightly. As he began to speak, the female’s gaze swiftly met his own, her features showing a glimpse of shame for having focused on his body. Yet, he stopped speaking to continue undressing, and that was too much to ignore. A warmth rose up within her that caused her body to ache in her groin. Was that normal? As his shirt was discarded, Luna swallowed rather hard as her gaze refused to stray. He was… More than she thought any man could be. He was good enough to eat. “Dates?” The female questioned softly, “Oh, to breed?”

The brunette eased herself back after admiring the way the handsome man eased himself down. Her curved figure propped up slightly against the back of the chair. Her breasts perked up toward the sun, her slender, curved figure seemed utterly content. Aside from that ache that had begun to cause a rather slick, strange feeling within the apex between her legs. “I suspect a lot of women want to breed with you,” The female piped up, suddenly realising how rude it may have been. “I mean, you can provide food, shelter, and healthy children,” The female almost cursed, she must have sounded bizarre. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she began to arch her back slightly, like a lizard basking in the sun. The sea was a beautiful place, but land… it was so much more comforting.

After a little while, she began to feel rather relaxed. The concerns of her new life soon faded from her mind. Her lashes had drifted down as she began to welcome sleep. It felt strange to be so calm in a place she didn’t know, but she trusted the man beside her. It was foreign for her to be out of the water for so long. Slowly, her skin was beginning to show signs of dryness. As time went on, her skin began to crack. Disturbed by the hint of pain coming from her flesh, the female glanced down. Oaths flew from her lips as she hurled herself off of the chair and scrambled inside. She was clearly panting as she raced to find a bathroom. Thankfully, she found the kitchen and grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge. It seemed she’d been lucky; the staff were elsewhere. Swiftly, she began to fidget with the bottle until she popped off the cap. Without wasting anymore time, she poured the water over herself, feeling a rush of relief over her skin. Luna made a note of how dangerous the sun was; clearly, she needed to be well hydrated, more so than humans.

Knowing she would arouse suspicion, the woman made her way back to the deck, leaning against the doorway as she peered out. “I’m sorry, the sun is just too strong, my skin was beginning to get dry.” She hoped that was a rather human excuse, but she wasn’t sure. All she could hope was that they’d get to land soon, and she could find her new life. What she did feel she needed was a cool bath, something to resemble the depths of the ocean. If she was going to survive on land, it would be essential.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” The woman continued in her soft, tender tone from inside the boat. “Why are you helping me so much?”

 

[Penitency]

Laying back in his lounge chair, Grayson began to laugh at her comment made seconds ago. She could watch his striated core rising and falling with every inhale and exhale through his nose. "No, not to breed. God no." Both of his oceanic eyes closed for a moment and basked in the sensation of the wind gusting around him. It also helped that Grayson was also joined by beautiful company. There was never a thought that such a naive girl was here for nefarious intent. Both of them already seemed to have a mutual trust that came naturally, instead of something developed over time. "I am not looking for children, right now. I don't have the time, and I haven't found the right woman. My mind is too focused on other things to deal with it." Following his words, Grayson turned his head atop of his hands so that he could peer toward her with one eye narrowly opened; his dark brown strands messed about through his fingers. Her next sentence had a brow quirking over that half opened eye before he turned his head in direction of the cloudless sky above them again.

"I guess you could say that." He would respond to her distantly as he pondered on the idea for a moment. A deep exhale would escape through his nose, which only forced his colossal pectorals to rise up before falling slowly atop of the slotted rib cage that housed them. Grayson had a peek at her again as she arched her back and offered herself to the intense rays beaming down at them without mercy. There was no way Grayson could hold back the hard shift of his throat when he admired her from a short distance away. After they had their brief exchange, the couple opted for silence as the sounds of exotic birds passing overhead came frequently. There was a relaxing ambiance from the motors working beneath them, generating a soft wake at the rear as the rippling waters continued to crash audibly against the hull. Truthfully, there was nothing like it. Luna was experiencing luxury in ways many Americans would never have in their lifetime.

When Luna jumped up and bolted into the interior, Grayson sat up and looked over his mountainous shoulder in a state of bewilderment. "Are you okay?" Gone. She was already inside as he began to pick himself out of the lounge chair and came to a stand along side it. Grayson ran a hand through his brown hair, sweeping it to one side, before casually walking toward the sliding door she had left opened in her haste. Leaning his muscular upper torso through the opening, Grayson's radiant eyes shifted about the quiet interior. Where did she go? Moments later, he'd find a soaked Luna returning to him as she crossed over the wood floors of the inner deck.

"Oh, alright... yeah, not a problem. I thought something was seriously wrong." Grayson began to step back outside, "One sec..." He'd walk over to the table next to his chair, pick up his glass of bourbon, and began to walk back toward the glass door. Stepping into the interior, he carefully slid the glass panel behind him closed again. "Hmm?" He'd hum as the glass thudded closed behind him softly. A smirk pushed beyond his lips as he looked down at her with his studious gaze. "I am not just going to leave you out there. A beautiful thing such as yourself..." The sound of Grayson's iPhone ringing in his pocket cut the sentence short as he dug for it with his free hand. "I need to take this." He'd bring the cell phone before his massive chest and peer down upon the screen, "Yes, I do. Go ahead - lay down and rest. The deck is yours. We should be home soon..."

With that, the male walked around her as he began to march down the stairs toward the quarters, speaking back into the phone after putting it to his ear, "Speak to me." His voice then trailed off the further he went away.

After an hour or so, the yacht would begin to break the stronger waves of the always busy Miami Beach. The sounds of the city would instantly begin to become audible with the rush of traffic, or the hum of commotion by beach goers. Skillfully, the captain steered them toward the exclusive neighborhood where Grayson's Miami home was located. There was a large and expansive dock located at the rear of the house, which the gigantic boat was anchored alongside of. Beyond the dock was a massive pool, then patio, and finally his sprawling, two story house neighbored by celebrities and other millionaires alike.

When the boat found the side of the dock, Adrian would fetch Luna, only to lead her upon the ramp as Grayson stood tall beyond it. His hands tucked into his pockets as he stood waiting for her on the dock, at the end of the ramp, as if seeing his date for the second time. "How do you like it?" He'd note with a smile growing upon his face before motioning to his house with a hand.

 

[Enigma_x]

“I’m sorry for making you worry, I’m okay.” Her voice was soft, an apologetic tone as she observed him. Luna was all too aware of how large his figure was as he stepped inside; they were close enough for her to begin inspecting how well formed his chest was. It was causing her to want to touch him to see if he was as hard as he looked. His body coupled with that charming smirk was enough to cause her heart to flutter with ease. Luna didn’t even have a chance to ask if he truly thought she was beautiful before she heard a strange beeping noise. As he drew something out of his pocket she simply nodded. She didn’t know what he had to take, but she assumed it was something she’d discover later.

Luna did consider what he said. They’d be home soon. Did he mean her home? Is that what he wanted, her to live with him? It was all confusing for her. Instead of visiting the deck, the female found a rather comfortable couch inside and began to curl up as he made his way down the boat. Rather embarrassingly, Luna had fallen asleep with ease. Clearly, this new discovery of hers was rather draining. It took some time before she was woken by one of the members of staff, Adrian, he seemed to be telling her that they were there. Reluctantly, the female began to rise from the couch and followed Adrian to the exit.

As they reached the dock, the female stood in awe. The place was stunning; it was beyond beautiful. The landscape was so… lively. As Luna began to step onto the dock, she noticed a rather handsome man standing at the very start. Her hips began to sway as she began to take swift steps toward him. Her now dry brunette curls bounced with ease, as did her assets. It was clear that the swimsuit wasn’t stable enough around her breasts to keep them from shifting so easily. “You live here?” The woman’s voice was a soft hum of surprise as she reached the larger male. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen,” Clearly, the woman was in awe as she stared toward the home. It was pure luxury. It certainly wasn’t like the homes they had beneath the surface.

“About all of this, Grayson,” The female clearly looked somewhat uncomfortable. “I can’t possibly take anything more from you. You’ve already given me clothing and taken me here. I don’t have anything to pay you back with. I can’t possibly make up for all of this generosity.” Her tone was almost defeated. She had nothing to offer, and she felt awkward being presented with such riches. Luna recalled his words, he had been pretty stern. “Or… Maybe I could… Clean for you?” She didn’t know a thing about cleaning in the human world, but she could learn. Anything would make her feel better than just taking his generosity without giving him anything in return.

 

[Penitency]

There was no doubt that Grayson's subtle smile was infectious the way it grew along his stubble covered jaw the closer she got to him; he was intently studying the elegant sway of her flared hips, the obvious bounce of her breasts, and the shift of her stunning curls. Luna was definitely a goddess, or some celestial being that didn't belong on Earth. Yes, she deserved to be among higher forms of life than common man, and treated as nothing less. But that thought alone was burgeoning his lust to control her. There was a blossoming idea in the muscular Adonis's head because of her innocent and naive nature. A dominate at heart and mind, Grayson could only wish to have someone so pure as her. The fact that her body was something out-of-this-world only set fire to his hunger for her obedience, and his radiant eyes almost peered down upon her with that sense of authority he wanted over her. That wasn't to say he was just going to overwhelm her. Absolutely not. But the grin now beginning to tug at his lips only showed there was an idea for the future, a rough draft he had not seen to fruition just yet.

"I am glad you like it." His voice was deep and low as he addressed her under the whistle of the ocean breeze crossing the dock from his rear. Keeping his hands tucked into the pockets of his shorts only meant those mountainous shoulders were kept steeply slanted from either end of his neck, and pectorals were tight at their corners. However, as she began to address him, Adrian was marching over with a fresh dress shirt and sun glasses for his boss. "Don't be ridiculous. I thought we already went over this..." His tone would trail off as he watched Adrian step beside Luna and hold out the two items. Grayson reached out with his toned arms to snag the shirt first, giving it a flap before bringing it over the back of his broad shoulders with the rippled movement of his gigantic back and the stretch of his pectorals again.

Sliding both arms through the button up, the fabric snugly rested upon his frame before both hands slid toward the opened middle halves. A few firm tugs would be given so the material sat nicely upon him, but the male kept the buttons open as if to constantly provide a preview of what lay beneath. The gusts that picked up about them made sure to open it on occasion. Locking eyes with her, the man then snatched the sunglasses from Adrian before the crew member then turned and began to walk back upon the yacht to help clean up everything and prep for shut down. "Clean? No, I already have too many maids, and a personal chef on site." Grayson would slip his shades across his handsome face with a grin along his lips before shielding those blues from her beneath the tint. "Seriously, Luna..." He'd point toward her with a lazy finger before the arm dropped back down to his side, "You owe me nothing for this. You were escaping something that would probably ruin you for the rest of your life. I couldn't image living in..." Shaking his head, "... depression because you're with someone you never intended to be. And the whole breeding concept?" Adjusting the glasses resting upon him, Grayson comically then made a repulsed face, "... I couldn't imagine."

Turning his side to her, Grayson then began to take confident footsteps atop of the dock en route toward the pool and patio of his sprawling, two story house on the water. "Come." He would stick a hand into the pocket of his shorts, while the other lifted in front of him in a sign of expression, as if holding up a stop sign, "You know what..." A smirk would push beyond his lips as he continued to lazily walk along side of her. His head turned to face her as he proceeded with the thought, "You're absolutely beautiful, Luna... and I know how you can make it all up to me." If only she could see his nefarious blue eyes beneath the tint of his shades as he peered down at her from his height advantage. The wind was cutting around them as if it didn't want him to finish. "Let me treat you to dinner tonight. I know a good place. It's your first time here, right? Might as well live it up." A shrug of his shoulders trailed his words as they walked around the pool. He'd stop near the rear door of the house, not yet going in as he turned to face her.

"I need you to do something to make that happen, though. You need a dress... so, how about you use my tablet, pick out a dress online your size, and I'll have an assistant go fetch it that instant from the retailer. So? What do you think? *Any* dress you want, it's yours."

 

[Enigma_x]

Luna was almost in awe of the deep tone that rumbled from within the man before her. He was captivating. Any woman would swoon over him. They had already discussed the situation, but that was before she set eyes on the magical home he had. The female paused as Adrian joined them, clearly he brought things for Grayson. Luna couldn’t even muster to ask why, she simply stared at the man who began to dress himself. Her gaze was glued to the way his muscles moved, the way his shoulders fit so well into the shirt. If the wind wasn’t blowing so strongly, she may have just lost herself in a very lewd vision. A man like that deserved to be stared at, touched, caressed. She wondered what he felt like. Was he warm? He couldn’t be soft…

Too many maids? Maids must have been the human term for someone who cleaned. A personal chef… Now that she needed to figure out. She wondered how many people lived in the house before them. It was daunting, staying with humans. All it took was one slip up and she may end up a freak show, sold to the highest bidder, or so her mother used to say. It seemed he reaffirmed his point of her not owing him a thing, nevertheless, she’d find a way to pay him back. A hint of disappointment rippled across her face as she noticed him slip on the sunglasses, preventing her view from finding those deep, devious blue orbs of his. Luna felt she could stare in them for hours, days perhaps. “My mother used to say it was a compliment. It meant that I have a good figure for giving birth,” The woman gave a soft shrug of her petite shoulders, causing her breasts to shake with the movement. “It is common where I’m from. So much so that I would be shunned if I showed my disdain at the offer.” He had a point, Luna had felt the very same. She couldn’t imagine being used for children.

The female noticed Grayson begin to walk, she immediately began to trail beside him when he announced for her to follow. However, as he rose his hand to stop her, the female almost walked right into him before stopping with a bewildered look over her features. There was that smirk again. Luna could feel her heart begin to skip a beat. Once again, he was moving and she was trailing at his side. The first part of his comment had her intrigued, but then came the idea of making her stay up to him. Concern riddled her mind as she waited for him to continue, her doe like orbs staring up toward him. “That sounds nice,” She didn’t know what it meant, but she assumed it was something nice. As they walked around the pool, Luna couldn’t help the urge to swim from rising. It looked large enough that if she was alone, she could have a little fun.

Once again he stopped, and once again Luna was lost in thought and nearly bumped right into him. “A dress?” Her gaze narrowed for a moment as he mentioned using a tablet. What on earth that was, she had no idea. “I… Well, thank you. I don’t know my size,” Her voice softly confessed, it seemed that it was something she should know. “Maybe one of the staff could help me. I’m a bit clueless. Where I come from… There’s not much but simple survival.” In her mind, she praised herself for thinking quickly on her feet. It wasn’t really a lie, it was the truth, just not all of it. Once again, her gaze remained glued to his chest. She couldn’t help but admire his physique, especially as it was on display.

"Maybe you would like to fix me a drink of what you had on the boat before I go in search of my dress." The female purred softly, her hand made it's way up to rest along his upper arm. She couldn't fight the desire to know to feel his flesh, even if it was concealed under his shirt. Her soft fingers caressed along the concealed flesh, gripping slightly as if to test the muscle beneath it. "You seem... Very strong," She commented softly, almost hypnotised by the way he felt. It was clear that she was curious about him in a rather strange way. It was as if she was touching a man for the first time. It did cross her mind to ask for something to cover her body as much as was possible, but she figured it would come with time.

Curiously, the female began to touch along his shirt, toying with the buttons slightly. "What kind of dress would you like me to wear?" It slipped from her lips without much thought or concern. For some reason, she felt the need to please him. He was looking after her, he'd protected her from being discovered by her family. He'd taken her away from that life. So, naturally, she wanted to pay him back. Luna had noticed that he seemed to enjoy staring at her chest, so maybe she would find a way to expose her ample mounds. "Do you think you could give me something to cover up a little? It's getting a bit cold." The female purred softly, gazing up toward him with her large brown orbs. It was clear it was cold, her body was displaying that quite clearly.

 

[Penitency]

"Yes, a dress..." Grayson furrowed his brows as he stood before her. His shirt occasionally continued to pull back to follow the strong wind that the ocean frequently generated about the property; the trenches of his six-pack, surrounded by the hard shield of his obliques and the deep cut of his crests beneath them tensed before it all dipped into the waistband of his low sitting shorts. "Have you wore one before?" Canting his head to the side, the herculean god before her carried the same bewildered pitch he had been using back on the boat when deep diving into why she had washed up on the yacht as she had. Again, he couldn't place the fact that she didn't know so many basics. Not even many third world countries would deprive their people of so many things. The fact that she didn't know what a dress was made his mind go into a tailspin. A brief would would be given with the exhale of a breath through his nose almost audibly, "Yeah, of course." Despite the series of wild thoughts running through his head about where she might have came from, he couldn't help but feel pity. Grayson truly wanted to give her everything so she could catch up on her worldly knowledge that had been lacking because of her family, or origin.

"I'll have one of them help you pick out the ~" He'd be cut off by her eyes staring back at his broad chest, and then her next sentence that almost surprised him more than the last. Luna wanted a drink of whiskey? A playful smirk would push beyond his lips as the bright sun about continued to beam down upon them as they stood before the glass door of his sprawling dwelling, still lingering about the burning patio floor. "I need one myself, anyways." His deep pitch rolled from his throat like thunder with his natural baritone. Grayson couldn't help but lower his eyes unto the arm she extended in his direction. A hard swallow shifted his throat as his muscles tensed upon her soft, lithe hand. She could feel the rock hard volume packed beneath his bicep as she held unto it. Unfortunately, she didn't get the full experience considering the sleeve had been in her way, but there was no difference in how unwavering his body was. Grayson couldn't believe the woman was making a first move, but did nothing to stop it. Being a dominate, he simply canted his head to the side again and arched a brow while locking his eyes level with hers. "Aren't you such the curious one, hm?" He'd hum his last words while she gripped his hard body, on and off, with her hand that was dwarfed by it.

"I would like to think so." His voice dropped in volume some as he licked his bottom lip. If she wished to get more intimate, the male would have no problem matching the tone. Dropping his eyes unto her nimble fingers as she fidgeted with the buttons of his shirt, Grayson would speak out again as his brown colored strands of hair shifted under the breeze about them, messing up their previous positions. "Your body is absolutely flawless. I would hate for you to hide it under something too loose." Grayson would use this time to step forwards, his eyes lifting into her own for the time as he brought himself within an inch or two away. His large and thick, right hand would find itself clasping along the side of her flared hip as he stood there. Immediately, his shadow swallowed the beauty whole as he plodded out the sun from her view and provided her shade under the broad reach of his shoulders. There was an overwhelming affirmation that Luna could be the ultimate pet, or submissive, to a man whom was seeking out such a thing to live with him. No woman, until date, had ever quelled the thirst he had. None had provided him with their lust to simply please *him* as Luna had. Grayson wanted to be selfish, and wanted a woman to encourage him to take full advantage instead of ask for things in return for favors. He had so many throngs of women over, either at his many houses or yachts, but none ever stayed longer than a day before he was kicking them out the front door in the morning.

Regretfully, he'd stare down at the large valley of her breasts, noticing her nipples peaking against the fabric of the straining cup, before turning his side to her sternly. "Follow me, Luna." He would reach down, allowing the hand that was holding her hip to now scoop up her hand in his. She could feel how much larger his hand was than her own. With it, he'd pull open the door which lead to his living room immediately. He would lead her toward the staircase, and begin to march her up toward the upper floor loft, as to where they would be able to overlook the first on their left, and see lined room doors on the right. Pulling open the master bedroom door at the very end of the hall, Grayson then allowed her into his personal quarters before closing the door behind them to avoid any intrusion from maids or staff.

When inside, she could see his awards, magazine covers, and other items hung on the wall much like a proud lawyer displayed all of his certifications in their office. A large and stacked bookshelf framed the far wall, with the bed's front facing the huge windows allowing natural light inside. A series of modern dressers were on the opposite wall of the shelving. Grayson casually picked up the tablet off the made bed, sat on it's edge, before motion to the dresser, "Take any one of my shirts... and come join me here to pick out your dress." He was slowly getting a little more domineering considering he believed he had to with such a naive woman, but he was hoping maybe it was something she appreciated unlike most of the brain dead girls her age. She had to be in her teens, or early twenties, right?

 

[Enigma_x]

Upon his question, Luna wished to tell him she didn’t even know what it was, only that she knew it must have been clothing. His confusion didn’t slip her mind, it was clear she wasn’t doing a good job of fitting in to the human world. Luna just hoped she could fake enough of it until she learned the ways and was able to fit in with ease. There was a small part of her that was concerned that she may never fit in, that she may always be on the outskirts considering what she was. So far, Grayson seemed accepting of her, and she couldn’t be happier. He made her feel safe; which could have been down to his sheer size, or down to the fact that he’d taken her from the sea and dropped her off in a place she had never known could be possible.

Luna was distracted by the way his muscles tightened and the clear strength that must have come from them as he spoke, fortunately, she snapped back to attention. “Very,” She added rather sweetly, her doe like orbs focusing up toward him as she offered a warm smile. “This is very new to me.” Again, honesty filled her words. He was fascinating to her; a specimen she very much wished to explore. Not only because he was human, but the way he appeared. It pleased her, in a few ways. Her lashes fluttered as his tone changed, causing her gaze to sweep down along his chest one last time. Luna didn’t expect the male to walk forwards, it almost frightened her as his figure blocked out the sun, dwarfing her own frame with ease. Her gaze drifted down as she noticed his hand moving toward her. The touch of his warm, coarse flesh against her own caused a warmth to swell within her; it was nice, very nice.

It was when she noticed his gaze tilt down that she followed it, noticing he was staring at her breasts. Were they appealing to him? Before she could ask, she felt his hand leave her rather curved hip to grasp a hold of her petite, tender hand. It was a strange feeling, to have a man holding her hand and leading her. The female almost tripped as she began to gaze into the home, completely in awe as she was lead through the room. “Your home is… amazing,” She breathed softly as he continued to lead her up the stairs and toward another lavish room. Luna almost paused breathlessly. Everything looked so shiny, so well-tended. The petite woman padded into his room cautiously, gazing around with complete awe and curiosity. “This is where you sleep?” She questioned softly as she eyed the bed, it looked comfortable.

Luna caught his motion toward the chest. With a tentative step, she began to rummage through his drawers until she found one she rather liked. It was a dress shirt, like the one he had on, except in a navy blue colour. With ease, she mimicked his earlier actions and slipped it on. Unlike on his figure, the shirt trailed right down to her rear. Slowly, she began to button up the shirt, leaving a few top buttons open as she began to make her way toward him. The woman dropped down onto the bed beside him, noticing how soft the material was, and how springy. Another bounce. And another. It was rather fun. A soft chuckle left her lips as she neared his form, leaning her shoulder against his arm as she peered down at the object in his hands. It was… alive?

“Will I be able to sleep on this, with you?” Her tone was higher pitched than usual, clearly a mix of curiosity and excitement. “Does it always feel this… bouncy?” Clearly, she’d never slept on a bed. Usually, she slept on a bed of rocks, or nestled somewhere in a cave. She chose not to sleep in the ruins and buildings they’d claimed, she preferred to sleep out where she felt free. The woman eased against him, leaning her weight onto his. “What are all of those shiny things?” The brunette pointed toward the trophies, almost captivated by their sparkling beauty. “I’m sorry, I am very curious. So, dresses…” Her gaze followed the images, looking at several dresses on display. So that’s what they were. “How about this one?” She reached over him, her dainty finger pressing against an icon that had a silk dress in a rather light pink. “This is beautiful.”

“You know, where I am from, we aren’t supposed to indulge.” The woman offered a warm smile as she gazed up toward him. “That is not the case here, it seems.” It was a welcome change, it seemed that she would be very happy there; especially if she got to stare at Grayson.

 

[Penitency]

"Yes, this is my room." The muscular Adonis pipped up from the bed as he remained seated at the mattress's edge; he was opting to be short with his words at this point while busied with his technology. Both of his large hands clutched either end of the tablet, before one of them released so he could punch in the pass code to unlock it. There was an ever growing smile upon his handsome face as his eyes lifted from the glowing screen before him, and unto the curvy figure of the woman in his company. It had been ages since a visitor was in his room, as Grayson often opted to lay with his women in guest rooms as to avoid the intimacy of it all. Truth be told, the Herculean god seated on the bed was very private when it came to his personal life. He didn't let very many in, even if they came close to impressing him. Luna was an immediate rule breaker, yet Grayson didn't seem to mind the fact that she was now even going through the dresser as commanded. Again, another first.

Briefly, the man ran his tongue along his lower lip before it vanished back into his oral confines. He couldn't help himself as she pulled a button up shirt across her beautiful figure and began to button it up. There was no doubt she could catch him looking on with a rather longing expression, before his brow arched up and his mountainous shoulders proudly stood up tall. Grayson's tone was warm and deep as it reached her ears, "Mm, even in that, you look gorgeous." He motioned to her with the hand that held the tablet as if to enforce his words before bringing the squared device before his rock hard core again. Using his right hand, the man's index finger began tapping the screen as he punched in a high end store's domain and began to search for dresses under the criteria tab. As her footsteps lightly tapped against the cold tile floor, Grayson's eyes lifted up toward her out of habit now. He couldn't keep his eyes off her, at all. Offering up a smile, he then observed as Luna was quick to explore the limits of the bed before settling down. Her chuckle was contagious as he did the same for a shorter amount of time under his breath, "Easy there..."

As if he could stop her from bouncing around, he would hold the tablet with the right, and extend his left arm toward her. His coarse hand would find itself plating atop of her thigh closest to him. She could feel his fingers curling along the inner half as his palm rested against the top. Both of her legs, considering she barely seemed to have a gap because of their lush size, would sandwich his fingertips in between. Her question shocked him, but the sly male didn't let it become visible. Grayson was quick on his toes. "Yes, you can. Under one condition..." He pointed lazily toward her after releasing her thigh considering he used the same hand. "Don't bounce on it... at least... not without my permission." His words were almost suggestive as he winked toward her teasingly and picked up the tablet in both hands. Feeling her lean against him made a deep exhale push beyond his nose; forcing pectorals to rise before falling steeply. His figure was unmoving like a brick wall against her lighter weight.

"Oh... those..." He looked around the room before turning his head to her and lowering his eyes from his height advantage. "My awards and such. I've been on a few magazine covers, and won my share of accolades. I don't want to bore you though." He was much more focused on her, as he nodded when she mentioned dresses. Looking at the one she pointed to, Grayson canted his head before rubbing at his chin with the right hand. "Not bad..."

His attention moved to her again as he listened before responding. Her smile was matched with a pearly white one of his own, "So long as you're with me, you're going to indulge in everything. There is no need to hold back. So..." Turning back to the tablet, he'd point at one dress and comment, "I think you'd look better in this... or..." He'd point to option number two, with a plunging neckline and tight fit for her exquisite curves. Grayson wasn't settling on a piece that wouldn't absolutely cling to her, and show her off for him. Turning his head toward her, he'd narrow his gaze and lower his tone as it reached her ears, "Not to sound rude but... I think your body is better highlighted than hidden."

 

[Enigma_x]

Luna felt a breath hitch in her throat as she felt the coarse flesh of his hand brush against the silk like skin of her thigh. The feeling of the warmth from his hand was unmistakeably enjoyable. It caused a heat to swell within her abdomen, stirring her thoughts in a rather unusual way. The female seemed rather joyed as he agreed she could sleep in the bed next to him, but his command was rather confusing. The brunette paused as he winked, what did he mean? Breeding? She wasn’t certain, but the feeling she got from him was that it was something naughty, and she rather liked the feeling it gave her. He was handsome, and he was taking care of her. What was not to like? They seemed to get along, and he was teaching her the ways of the human world. It was a good place to learn.

“You sound like a very important person,” Luna observed softly, clearly distracted by the glimmering artefacts over his room. “I don’t find it boring,” The woman corrected him, pointing her finger to him and mimicking his harsh tone from earlier in the day. “You’re not boring me,” the female added a pretend scowl as she pressed her lips out in a slight pout before she focused back on what they were doing. His comment caused a warmth to swell within her; he was very sweet, and she appreciated it. “I think you’re going to have to show me how.” The woman chuckled softly as she turned to gaze back at the electronic device. “I like the second one,” the female was captivated by the dress, it looked comfortable and it was rather appealing. The words he spoke ebbed in her mind, it seemed he liked to see her body.

The woman gave another bounce to the mattress, a slow smirk crossing over her lips as she’d clearly disobeyed his command. “Oh, does this mean I have to sleep somewhere else? Do all the rooms have these?” The brunette looked utterly content as she dropped back against the comfortable mattress. Her body stretched out, embracing the comfortable setting. “Mmmm,” Her curved figure wriggled slightly as she got comfortable. “Maybe I could sleep before we go.” The vixen rolled onto her side, her head leaning against her arm as she gazed toward Grayson. It was only then that she realised just how tired she’d been. The choice to leave must have truly taken her energy. As she had wriggled to get comfortable, the shirt had tightened around her figure and displayed the hourglass curve of her waist.

“How do you wake up when everything is so comfortable?” The woman purred softly as she nuzzled her face against her arm. She couldn’t imagine sleeping like this, it must have been great. “Can I ask you something?” The female gazed toward him with those large hazel hues of hers, “Are you helping me because you like staring at my chest?” Her words were soft, almost as if she was shy about asking, knowing that it was along some kind of line.

 

[Penitency]

Grayson hummed his words in response to her calling him an important person, "Mmm, I guess you could say that." He was almost distant and apprehensive to even get close to disclose what he did for a living, or why he had so many awards hung up on the walls around them. Hell, even the bookshelf lining the far wall had additional trophies and placards for his achievements, which were used as book ends due to their abundant amount. Considering she didn't know what a dress what, Grayson enjoyed the anonymity of just being some guy with a lot of money to spend. She wasn't after him because he was Grayson Knight. Luna was still with him because she was dependent upon his generosity, and rather enjoyed his company. The dominant seated beside her loved their chemistry at the moment, and opted not to ruin anything by going into detail of his career.

Remaining silent about finding his life boring, but laughing under his breath when she pointed toward him in a mocking gesture, Grayson instead directed her attention unto the tablet's screen as the duo examined their options. Well, the options that the billionaire placed before her. Lifting the table in front of his face, so it was more apparent to her, the brute then turned his eyes toward Luna and playfully commented, "Hey, my little stowaway... focus!" There was a certain comedy between the two as his sculpted arms tensed against the sleeves that were hugging to them in snug fashion before the tablet was dropped into his lap. "Ah, the second one... which one was... that..." His words were distant as he began to slide his finger through the options until landing upon the one she confirmed to be it. "Okay ~ hey, didn't I ..!?" His words were cut short as he turned his head to look at her again upon feeling his rock hard body follow the ripple of the mattress.

The smirk she displayed was met with a lick of his lips before a developing smile took hold of him. "But..." She could see he *did not* want to kick her out from sleeping in his room. Luna was already getting smart with the power she found herself wielding. "Next time, I am going to show you the guest room has much less comfortable mattresses. Not as good as this one." There was some brief and low pitched laughter that escaped from under his breath before tossing aside the tablet across the bed casually. "But yes, they all do have beds. They'd called bedrooms for that reason. Did your home not have one?" Grayson couldn't believe he was detailing all of this to her. He would turn his head over toward his shoulder and watch her body stretch out across the comfortable surface of the mattress. He couldn't help but swallow hard with the view he was given, and it almost made Grayson think she was doing it on purpose despite sounding so innocent to the fact.

She was given the view of his broad and defined back as he stood up from the edge of the bed now. The man reached up and clasped his hands together in a triangle before arching his back forwards. His sore and muscular back mashed to the fabrics of his shirt, and the lined definition between his shoulder blades nearly drew itself against the fabrics. Both of his appendages dropped to his side afterwards as the man lazily turned while standing at the foot of the bed to look down upon her laying on her side. Just seeing her hourglass body displayed in such a way had his heart pounding. He would continue to lock eyes with her as he pulled out his cell phone from his pocket, "It's harder than you might think. I hate waking up... I need coffee or something to get me going."

Holding the phone before his chest, his eyes lowered as his thumb dusted over the keys. He was sending the link of the dress to his assistant in town so that the girl could fetch it for Luna. "Yeah..." The man commented when she asked for a question, but his eyes were still on the phone. Her next comment had him laughing for a moment before his eyes lifted toward her with amusement filling his irises. "Your chest? Hmm, well..." Biting his bottom lip, the man hung his head and finished up the text before tossing his phone on the bed near the tablet. "... your chest is a mere bonus. I am helping you because I couldn't leave you back there. And now you have no where to go since I did. I feel responsible to..." Casually footsteps lead him to the bed, where he then came to lay on his stomach next to her. His eyes peered into her own as he kept his voice to a bedroom pitch, "... protect and care for you. At least for as long as you want to be here with me. I am not going to hold you hostage. You're free to go whenever you want... but I'd rather you stay." His eyes narrowed some with want as they looked toward her. The sun from the windows poured over them as he rested upon his elbows while laying on his stomach.

"I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you. I'd be rather let down if you decided to stave on your own instead of being with me."

 

[Enigma_x]

Luna could only chuckle at what he called her, it was most certainly amusing for her to see him getting somewhat flustered. The way his handsome features displayed his abdomen clenching smile was almost too much for her to handle. Luna had never been concerned about men, yet, she couldn’t help but be captivated by him. The lick of his lips made certain her gaze didn’t stray from his form. Her gaze remained focused on the male as he laughed, the low booming sound caused a warmth to ebb through her, it was nice to know he found her amusing, she liked to make people happy. “We had places to sleep,” She quipped rather quickly, “Not as comfortable as this, though,” She wasn’t sure how she could explain sleeping in the depths of the ocean, so she kept it vague.

The brunette watched with adoration as the male began to stretch, she watched the way his muscles twitched and rose. A soft breath caught in her throat before he turned to face her. Luna tried to remain normal, allowing the breath to seep slowly from her lips. “Coffee?” The woman gave a slight hum as she thought. “I don’t think anything could rise me from this bed.” She found herself feeling rather proud at managing to seem as though she knew what he was talking about, it was certainly a skill she would need to develop around a man who seemed to know so much, he was clearly intelligent, and intimidating.

Another laugh escaped him, which caused a slight ripple of confusion over her delicate, dark features. Had she said something wrong? The female watched him intently, her gaze assessing any hint of movement. The way he bit down on his lower lip almost had her body stirring. As he began to approach, her heart began to race wildly. Luna gazed over his figure as he came to lay beside her. Oh, she noticed just how close he was. The words that left his lips caused affection to grow for him; he was rather kind and caring, unlike most of the beings she knew. He seemed to like looking at her, but she couldn’t comment on that since she felt the very same way about him.

Luna gazed toward him, nestling a little closer as she basked in the warm rays of sun trickling over their bodies. “You are very kind,” Her voice was a soft, tender hum as her gaze swept over him; she’d noticed the want in his eyes, the desire. Her own gaze held a similar look as it finally rested upon his face. “Nobody has been this truly kind to me,” Her words were almost indicating she was lost in thought as a warm smile began to light up her features. “Nobody has also stared at my breasts the way you do. Where I come from, everything is so… Structured.” There wasn’t a better word to describe it. Everyone had their own tasks and their own business. Marriages were arranged and mating pairs were joined. It was all… pre-planned.

“Your world seems so much more fun and free,” The woman began to roll onto her back, her gaze following the movement and facing up toward the ceiling. “You said that you would protect me. If my family come looking, will you help me escape them?” Her voice was soft, almost afraid as she continued to stare upward. “I’m sure that they will come, I have dishonoured them by leaving, and I have dishonoured my mate.” It was then that she rolled onto her side, her face staring up toward his. Those innocent doe-like eyes glittered with hope. “You’re like my guardian,” There was clearly a rather joyful note in her tone as she wriggled around to get comfortable. “Maybe you should show me the rest of this place before I fall asleep.” A smooth grin began to form over her lips as she edged toward him, close enough for him to hear her whisper, “Or I will start jumping on this bed.”

 

[Penitency]

Grayson didn't comment when she told him that he was kind. Instead, his eyes met hers under the bright rays of the sun pouring through the window. There was this sincerity held within his radiant irises that hinted he was being honest with his feelings of her. Offering a brief nod before he shifted on his elbows some, Grayson then commented with his deep baritone. "You know..." Grayson dropped his eyes unto the bed as he chuckled under his breath at her comment about her breasts. "I am almost beginning to think you really like me looking at them..." Tilting his head and biting down on his bottom lip, Grayson would indulge in her next sentence. "What do you mean by that? As if your family controls everything? I mean, a lot of third world countries seem to have a lot of cultural roadblocks like that." A brief up nod would be offered to her with a rather interested look upon his handsome facial features. "There is no such thing as life without freedom, I guess. At least, I couldn't imagine such a thing. But I take it for granted, so what do I know?"

There was a brief moment of silence as the muscular brute stared back into her eyes as she began to label him as her protector. He couldn't help but think of the consequence of having picked her up on his boat, and offered her housing for as long as she wanted. Did he regret it? Absolutely not. Grayson didn't hesitate, "You don't have to run away anymore, Luna. You're with me now. If they come, we'll confront them and I'll make sure they never return." His voice was resolute as he ran a hand across his bearded jaw smoothly as he looked into her eyes with a growing smile upon his lips, "Your former mate doesn't deserve you. And yes..." A smirk pushed beyond his lips as he leveled his eyes into her own softly, "... I am now. If you're sure you want to stay with me, I'll be your guardian. But once you promise to stay, you have to be of your word. I've been betrayed one too many times." Looking away, the male would think on distant thoughts for a moment. That's when she shifted closer and whispered. Lowering his eyes back upon the beautiful woman, Grayson commented with a growing smile again, "And if I want you to do something more than just jumping on it?" His deep tone was a growl pitched whisper from his throat.

It was at that time his phone began to ring once more as it vibrated against the bed sheets near his side. With a defeated huff through his nose, the Adonis began to pull himself off of the bed to stand on his own two feet. Grabbing the phone nonchalantly from the mattress, he'd check the screen before peering back toward her. "I have to get on a few business calls. I already put my assistant on fetching your dress. When she arrives, she can show you around and dress you. I am sorry we have to cut this short, Luna. I'll make it up to you tonight." Tossing her a teasing wink, he turned his back to her and began to exit the room. It was at that time she was left to examine his quarters, which was an opportunity never presented to anyone else. Crystal technology awards, accolades for robotics, magazine covers for GQ, a spread on Times Magazine as Man of the Year for his breakthroughs in software applications. The aforementioned bookshelf bedroom had a small, tri-fold flag on one of the rungs. A pair of silver, and faded dogtags lay beside it with the name "Petty Officer Grayson Knight," along with the insignia of the U.S. Navy SEALs embodied on a coin. The many books stuffed into the same shelves were of a multitude of philosophical and political topics. In addition, there was a photo of the man who saved her, standing next to a bunch of uniformed men holding rifles with a helicopter behind them.

Above it all, a picture of his mother and father surrounding the younger looking Grayson sat on the same shelving. Considering how well his mother and father were dressed, it might have been obvious that Grayson was the heir of a fortune on top of his achievements. It wasn't long before the assistant came barging into the room in a rush with her dress. Under order to show Luna around if she wished, there were sights of the guest rooms upstairs, and downstairs the kitchen, game room, and full gym. After the hurried tour, the whirlwind of an assistant would get to squeezing Luna in the dress back in Grayson's room.

Hours later, the time to leave the house for their dinner reservations would come. The sun dipped beneath the ocean, only to be replaced by the glowing moon perched high in the night sky. It's soft radiance glowed through the windows in lieu of the overwhelming god rays pouring into the house in the afternoon hours. Grayson could be found standing at the base of the staircase dressed in a tailored suit that seamlessly ran about his stout body. His black suit jacket ran over the lengths of those sculpted arms after falling from the height of his broad shoulders, buttoned at the center as to cover a majority of his white button up and the silver pinned, black tie running between his protruding pectorals. He was casually adjusting the platinum studded cuff links of his undershirt while waiting; the glimmer of his black and gold watch was hard to miss. To match the slick appearance, his brown hair had been side swept and kept neat, his stubble was maintained and kept clean to accent an already powerful jaw.

"She's coming, I promise!" The assistant huffed as she began to descend the stairs in a panic to keep the impatient brute below from becoming annoyed.

 

[Enigma_x]

Luna wished she could explain the situation to him, but she honestly didn’t know how. Her family wasn’t something she could just explain. There were cultural issues, disputes over time. Her attention was snagged from her thoughts as she heard that deliciously deep tone ebb toward her. It was accommodated with a rather alluring bite of his lip that she so loved. He comforted more than she’d ever wanted, he’d supported her freedom and he’d made it clear that he would be by her side, and he didn’t even know her. There was something about him that hooked her in like a fish looking for a meal; he was the bait, Luna just hoped there was no fishing line attached. Luna understood the way he spoke about being betrayed; she’d wondered who had hurt him. Who could hurt him?

The low growl like tone of his voice hinted things, but Luna was confused as to what else would be similar to making the bed jump. Mating, perhaps? The mere thought brought a warm blush to her cheeks, causing them to light up. Before Luna could begin to pick Grayson’s brain, it seemed his job was in the way as his phone began to ring. A slight pout rippled over her lips in disapproval as he mentioned cutting their time short. Luna had felt as if she was just getting somewhere, especially with the tones she’d drawn out of him. The energy around him was captivating, but she knew he’d have other concerns than just her. The brunette just thoroughly enjoyed his company. He did say he’d make it up to her that night, with a clear hint. Luna just observed the male leave in a content manner.

Left to her own devices, Luna began to snoop around his room. Usually, she’d be rather reserved and respectful, but now she was so curious about him she couldn’t contain herself. It didn’t take her long to breeze through what she could see out in the open. The pictures, the trophies. He seemed like he’d done a lot in his life, and he didn’t seem old, not the kind of age she’d expect for fame. At least, with her people it took a lifetime to become known. Luna was busy admiring the picture of a young Grayson with people she assumed was his family when an assistant rushed in with a black dress, covered in a plastic sheet to protect the material. Luna was in awe, the dress was far more beautiful than she’d thought.

“Shall I show you around, miss?” Luna paused before giving a nod, “That would be nice, please.” Luna followed the young woman, she was stunned at the beauty of the house as it continued into all areas. It seemed he had no boundaries with his home. From top to toe, it was exquisite. Luna had to be dragged back to the bedroom before the time passed too quickly. “I took the liberty of buying you a pair of shoes and jewellery to match,” Luna paused as the pair made it into the bedroom. “Oh, you didn’t have to, please,” The woman shook her head. “Trust me, Grayson will want you looking your best. Now, let’s get you into this dress.” The maid helped Luna undress and handed her some freshly bought and washed underwear. It was a black lace thong, the material barely covered her, which caused some confusion for Luna.

“Do you help all of his mates dress?” The young woman laughed as she helped the brunette ease into the sleek black material. It draped down across her bare breasts, the swell of flesh clearly visible. As the dress trailed down, it began to open. “My underwear is showing,” Luna said in a panicked tone. The maid chuckled softly and eased the dress down a little further, causing the slit to ease down onto her upper thigh. “You look good. Now, makeup and hair.” Luna stood still as the female began to neaten out her features, giving her thick lashes a light coat of mascara and bringing the attention to her hazel orbs. Once she was up to par, she swiftly ran a curling iron through the brunette strands, causing soft beach curls to appear. Luna was in awe.

“The rest of your things are over there. I have to carry on with my chores but do let me know how you find them.” With that, she turned on her heel and left. Once alone, Luna let out a soft sigh as she gazed toward the heeled shoes that sat on the floor before her. Slowly, she dipped her feet into the platformed heels, reaching a new height. For some reason, she found it fairly easy to walk in them. As she gazed toward the silver jewellery, she noticed they were rather classic. Nothing too shiny, nothing too flash. Just a small chain with a small diamond in the middle. The earrings were simply two diamonds held by silver cases. After she’d slipped them on, the female quickly began to make her way down.

Descending stairs in heels wasn’t something she’d done before, and it took skill. It also seemed to take her some time to reach the bottom. Slowly, her gaze turned to Grayson, she halted; even her breathing hindered. He looked better than he had earlier, which she didn’t think was possible. “You look… Very edible.” To Luna, it was a compliment, not a sexual pass. A warm smile graced her lips as she gazed toward him, assessing his change of clothing. “Are there going to be a lot of people where we are going?” Luna began to step closer toward him, her heels tapping lightly on the floor. Before he could stop her, she was searching his pockets. In one of them, she found his phone. With a playful smirk slipping over her full, red tinted lips, the female bent over to place the phone on one of the lower stairs. Once she straightened up, she glanced toward the front door. “I figured we shouldn’t be interrupted.” She said with a rather playful expression.

 

[Penitency]

Hearing the sound of heels clanking softly across the floor upstairs, Grayson's blue eyes raised themselves with the upward cant of his head. At the same time, his hands calmly fidgeted with the cuffs of his shirt as if it was a nervous habit. There was no doubt his heart was absolutely pounding in his chest and he wasn't certain if she could see it against his skinny tie or not. It did help that Luna paused in front of him with as much awe in her eyes as he was displaying in return; Grayson's throat shifted visibly with a hard swallow as the couple examined each others choice of attire for their first night out. Luna could see he had forced her into a black dress because he had plans to wear a matching suit. Grayson was always so calculated. Both of them legitimately looked like a couple readied for a fancy date, and he didn't want to have it any other way. The fact that Luna was mirroring his hue meant that she belonged to him and the rest of the city would come to know it.

A smile began to spread along his lips as Grayson canted his head back confidently and looked down upon her from his advantage. "Interesting way of putting it, I suppose. But..." He shook his head as if to show how breathtaking she was before continuing with his flabbergasted words, "... you look..." Grayson just couldn't find the words as he ran his hand smoothly over his lips before motioning toward her with it casually, "... gorgeous." Her next question would force him to nod once in response as he began to take confident steps towards her. "Of course. I won't take you somewhere that isn't worth our wild." The two would meet in the middle as he stopped before her. Grayson could almost feel her body's heat at this point while towering above her. As she began to search his pockets, the man lifted his arms as if to provide her more room and opened his mouth to say something. Only an amused gasp escaped from him before they closed upon noticing what she had been looking for. Silently, his eyes followed the item as she placed it on the staircase. Grayson's assistant, whom was standing nearby, peered at him questioningly as Luna mentioned she wanted him all to herself.

Grayson simply tipped his head, as if to tell his assistant not to fetch the phone, and then reached out to clasp Luna's hand with his own as he had done back on the boat. His large and broad back turned to her as he began to lead her toward the door leading to his five car garage. "You have me all to yourself tonight, Luna." Grayson's words were calm and stern, but always spoken with honesty. Pushing open the door to the garage, and flipping on the light switch nearby, had the immaculate room's ceiling lights beam down bright white unto his array of vehicles and tool boxes. The floors were glistening silver and looked almost polished. Of all his cars, the man would lead her toward the closest, his deep silver Lamborghini Aventador. Unlocking it by simply touching the door handle with the keys located in his pocket, the man pulled up the rising door to allow her inside of the lush interior where a leather bucket seat awaited her. Grayson simply smiled as his eyes locked upon her, holding the door as the hand around her own released, only to slide about the hump of her peach shaped ass when she brushed by slyly.

When she was inside, he'd seal the door, round the car, and duck into the driver's seat. Pulling down his own door with a sculpted arm flexing against the suit's sleeve, the male then extended the other to tap the push-to-start button. The loud V12 motor toward the back of their heads fired up angrily within the garage as the door before them began to lift to expose the night sky beyond. With the instrument panels glowing across his chest, Grayson gripped the wheel and began to roll them out unto the street as the car rumbled within their ears. He would speak up as the garage door was sealing behind them, "I was looking forward to this all day. Even on my business calls earlier..." He'd smile with the turn of his head toward her before pulling unto city traffic, and then blazing them down the highway where the super car seemed to stand out from the crowd as it sat low to the floor, weaving between the slower traffic smoothly under his control.

It wasn't long before the silver vehicle slowly climbed into the parking lot, as its headlights blazed a snow white path forwards, and found an empty space near the front. Grayson would open her door, lock the car, and clasp her hand to lead her into the choice restaurant for the night. The Regional. It so happened the establishment was as legitimate business space that the rich and wealthy frequented. Underneath the exquisite chandeliers and white table cloths, there was a intimate buzz that no other place could match. The interior was kept dimly lit and well dressed; the hum of constant conversation, glasses clanking, and the faint trace of lounge music filled the room. The Regional was packed business men conducting some networking, or couples who had the extra income. There was no shortage of stockbrokers, hedge fund managers, and other investors like Grayson. At the door, a hostess would welcome the couple after recognizing Grayson, and lead them to a booth.

 

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Grayson seemed to approve of her appearance, which only made the woman swell with pride. Thankfully, he hadn’t fought her choice to remove the phone from his grasp. Luna truly wanted his attention that night, wholly and completely. For the second time that day, she felt his large, powerful hand encase her own. “Well, I better.” The female purred softly as he noted she would have him to herself. That was what she had planned. As he led her, the female observed the home and the garage he took her into. It was more luxurious than the house, if it were possible. The cars were exquisite. Of course, she didn’t know what they were, but she caught on fast enough. It seemed she also didn’t need to worry as Grayson was leading her where he wanted her to be, toward a rather expensive looking vehicle. As he helped her in, the female took a deep inhale, feeling his touch brush against her rear.

As he joined her, the female shifted to gaze over toward him. He looked incredible with his new clothing, it was hard to keep her hands to herself, especially when he’d teased her with his touch. It was all so new to her. Luna rested back against the plush seat as she gazed over his form. That familiar feeling of need filling her body. “Why were you looking forward to it?” The female requested softly a smile grew over her features. The sensation of being in a moving object was strange, but Luna managed to enjoy it. She did feel safe with Grayson, after all. It seemed that he had everything under control; it seemed that it was the way he liked things, which she couldn’t deny was a rather attractive trait especially as he didn’t try to force her into anything.

By the time they arrived, the female offered a warm smile as Grayson made his way around and helped her out of the car. “It looks very fancy,” The female whispered toward her companion as he led her into the restaurant. Luna took in the beautiful sight, the glimmering lights and the soft chatter. Luna noticed a woman gaze toward Grayson before showing them both to a rather quaint table seated in a small little nook at the back of the place. Luna swiftly took her seat and eased into the comfortable furniture. As they were handed menus, it seemed Grayson had something in mind. He began to order for her, which only caused a slight grin to ripple over her features. It made her task a lot easier, she didn’t have to try and understand the menu or guess what she’d like best.

The female gazed toward her date as she eased back into the seat with a casual content appearance. The dress clung to her ample breasts, and the slid down along her thigh was already exposing the supple, sun-kissed flesh. “Do you always like to act like this?” A grin began to slide over her lips as she eased forward, leaning her elbows on the table and rested her chin atop her hands. As she’d leaned forward, her breasts moved slightly, revealing more of the flesh of her mounds. Just as she was about to continue, their drinks arrived. A dark fluid was in her glass, it smelled rather appealing, fruity almost. The female’s fingers traced the glass for a moment before taking hold of the stem and lifting it to her red tinted lips. With a long sip the female allowed a groan of approval to slip her lips before placing the glass down. “It’s delicious,” She purred softly.

“So, which side of the bed am I sleeping on?” The woman gave a soft chuckle as she edged in closer to the table, almost leaning her form forward upon it. Once again, she began to drink from her glass, but this time the fluid was gone within a few gulps. “Oh it’s so good,” The female gazed at the woman who brought them rather delicious smelling food and rose her glass with a particularly wide smile, “May I have another?” The woman nodded and brought the bottle this time, clearly she took the hint. Luna was all too amused as her wine was poured for her, swiftly taking another sip before she glanced down at the food. Slowly, she picked up the knife and fork beside the plate and began to prod the meat. “What is it?” The female request as she began to cut into the meat with limited skills, causing light screeching against the plate before she popped a piece into her mouth. Moans of approval poured from her as she finished her bite.

“This is quite possibly the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted,” The female began to drink more of the wine, clearly it was going down swiftly. Luna had never had alcohol before, and clearly it was showing as time passed on, and she was clearly becoming less focused. “You’re very handsome..” Her voice purred as she toyed with the fork on her plate. “Maybe we could sleep on the same side of the bed…”