While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

Her eyes suddenly meet his when she feels the wetness on her skin. She looks puzzled for a moment and then winks at him. "Aren't you a bit daring?" she whispers with an amused tone, but keeps it cool, not letting any emotions slip through.

"Oh really now?" she says sarcastically, her tone mocking him. "And what would you know about keeping someone out of trouble?" She tilts her head to the side slightly, letting him continue touching her thigh as if it's no big deal. She takes a moment to glance at his hand before returning to her phone again, using it as a distraction from any potential discomfort.

The more forcefully he touches her, the less reaction she shows on her face and body. It's as if he's becoming bolder with every passing moment, testing her limits. She wonders if that's what he wants - a reaction out of her? Well, he won't get it...at least not today.

Her breath hitches slightly when his hands slide down to her stomach, but she doesn't flinch or react otherwise. Her cold, emotionless expression remains as she continues to look at her phone in silence. This is not the first time someone has been this forward with her, and it surely won't be the last. She wonders if he gets bored easily or perhaps just enjoys pushing boundaries...

Her eyes narrow slightly at his words as she takes a moment to digest them. She almost laughs, amused by the absurdity of it all. But again, she doesn't let any emotion show on her face or body. "Well," she breathes out slowly, "if that's what you really want..." With those words, she takes his hand and guides it between her legs. The pink folds moist and warm against his skin as she silently invites him to continue touching her there.

As his fingers probe deeper and more insistently, she suppresses the urge to gasp or even moan. Instead, her face remains expressionless, betraying nothing of what she's feeling beneath the surface. Her body tenses momentarily before relaxing into his touch, allowing him full access as he continues to explore her most intimate parts. It's almost as if she's become a doll, a plaything for his amusement...but somehow, deep inside, there's something more going on. Something hidden away in the depths of her empty eyes and motionless face...

Her gaze flickers between his fingers and his mouth as he sucks on her finger and continues to touch her intimately. A shiver runs through her body but she keeps herself composed, enduring the sensation like a statue. The feel of him drawing so much attention to her hand distracts from the more personal invasion happening elsewhere; it's almost as if they are separate experiences happening to different people within her. Her chest rises and falls slowly with each breath, steady and calm...even as his touch becomes more demanding and less controlled.

Her breath catches in her throat at the unexpected intrusion, and she tries to jerk her hand away reflexively. But it's too late; his fingers are already buried deep inside her, causing a wave of heat to wash over her body. She bites down on her lip, struggling not to cry out as pleasure-pain collides within her. This time, she can feel herself trembling beneath the surface of her cool demeanor; it takes all her willpower to keep from revealing how powerfully his touch affects her. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment before snapping open again, determination burning brightly in their depths.

Her eyes widen slightly, surprise flickering across her features for the briefest of moments before she schools them into a neutral expression again. "Don't be ridiculous," she manages to say in a clipped tone, her voice lacking its usual detachment. "It's just...sensation." She tries to sound dismissive, but there's an undertone of defensiveness beneath the surface. Deep down, a part of her wants to believe that maybe he's right...that she is starting to like it. But no matter how hard she might try to ignore those feelings or deny their existence, they won't go away.

Luna gasps as his hand finds its way under her shirt and roughly grabs at her breast. Her nipples harden into pebbles against his palm, and she feels a sudden surge of heat spread through her entire body. She tries to yank her chest away from him but can't quite manage it; he's too strong for her to break free so easily. A deep moan escapes her throat as pleasure consumes her senses, overwhelming everything else. The last shred of composure slips away, and for a moment there is only raw need coursing through her veins. But even then, she can't bring herself to beg or plead; instead, she lets out another moan before collapsing back against the bench, her body trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure-pain wash over her.

Their eyes meet for a brief moment before

Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed with shame and desire. A small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as she looks back at him, her expression amused yet unreadable. "Some things," she rasps out between gasps for air, "one just can't help but feel."

And with that, she slowly pulls away from his touch, retreating into herself once more and returning to the detached, emotionless persona that she has cultivated so carefully over the years. It's as if nothing had happened; her clothes are mussed, her breathing laboured, but her face is serene and cold again, hiding away the truth of what just transpired between them.

The corner of her mouth lifts into a cruel smile as she hears his words. "Oh, you poor little thing," she says with an air of amused condescension. "Do I have to make it up to you?" Before he has a chance to reply, she leans in close, breathing warm air across his neck and whispers conspiratorially: "I might just do that later..." Her gaze flickers back to her phone as if checking for the time, before settling back onto the screen once more.

She glances down at his crotch, her expression unreadable once again. "I see," she says flatly, tone devoid of emotion. "Well then." With that, she continues scrolling through her social media feed, pretending not to notice the growing bulge in his pants or the way it affects him. It's almost as if she's become a part of the furniture now, nothing more than an object for others' amusement and gratification. But even though she appears so detached, there are still emotions simmering beneath the surface; feelings that she doesn't dare to acknowledge or act upon.

Her eyes flicker up to meet his gaze for a moment before drifting back down to her phone. She doesn't respond verbally, choosing instead to remain silent and mysterious. There's an air of forbidden temptation around her now; like a fruit that's been left unpicked for too long, she seems to beckon him closer with every passing second. But at the same time, she also exudes a sense of vulnerability, as if beneath all that cool detachment lies something fragile and delicate that could shatter easily under too much pressure.

Her thumbs dance across the screen of her phone, occasionally pausing to type out a witty remark or emoji before continuing their merry dance once more. The movement is hypnotic; it draws attention away from the tension coiling tight within her, like a spring that's been stretched almost to its breaking point. But

Her breath catches in her throat as his hard cock is revealed before her eyes. She swallows thickly, feeling a mixture of desire and fear pulsing through her veins. A small smile curls at the corner of her lips, acknowledging his dominance while simultaneously daring him to take what he wants. For a moment, it's almost as if she's relinquishing control entirely; surrendering herself to the situation and trusting that this man won't hurt her...or at least not too badly. Her gaze flickers back down to her phone before shooting up again, meeting his eyes with an intensity that borders on feral. This time, there is no mistaking the hunger in them; it blazes through her like wildfire, consuming everything in its path and leaving nothing but ashes behind.

Her free hand reaches out slowly, hesitating for only a moment before touching him. Her

Her free hand reaches out slowly, hesitating for only a moment before touching him. Her fingertips brush lightly across the tip of his cock, feeling the warmth and power that emanates from it. A shiver runs down her spine as she looks up at him, her eyes dark with desire. She knows what he wants; she can see it in the way he's breathing hard and fast, in the way he's thrusting his hips forward involuntarily. And for a moment, she wonders if she'll give in to that need...if she'll succumb to her own desires and let him have what he wants. But then she remembers who she is, and why she acts the way she does. So instead of giving in, she decides to tease him further. With a wicked smile curving her lips, she wraps her fingers around his cock and begins to

coaxes him with soft circles, her movements gentle yet insistent. She watches as his eyes darken and he lets out a groan of pleasure, knowing that she has him right where she wants him. But still, she doesn't give in; instead, she continues to tease and taunt him, enjoying the power she holds over him even as her own body thrums with desire. It's a delicate dance, this game they play, and Luna knows how to maintain that balance perfectly: on the knife-edge between pleasure and pain, submission and dominance. And for now, she intends to keep things exactly where they are...until he gives her reason enough to push things further.

She glances around casually, noticing all the eyes on them but decides to ignore it. For her, this is just another day in the park. As she continues stroking his dick with her hand, she looks back at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes and smirks playfully before finally taking him in her mouth, slowly sucking on his cock while looking up at him through her lashes. Her body shivers as sensations wash over her, but still she maintains that cold, detached expression. Teasing and pleasuring him with skilled movements of her head, Luna revels in the power she has over Danial...and wonders how far she can take this game before he snaps out of it and takes control back.