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The E-books of this novel are available on my website. Three different books - Lily's POV only, Russell's POV only, or a massive combined version.

What is a duet story? The story is told twice – once from the perspective of the male sub written by Reluctant Man, and once from the perspective of the Domme written by Logan Love.

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Chapter 9 (Lily)

The smile that had been on my face because of Leia, grew exponentially, especially since he’d called himself that endearing nickname I liked to use. It felt natural to use with him especially, for some reason. “Did you just say—”

“Ah, yeah—” Suddenly Russell’s face was beet red, and his eyes diverted down toward the table, starting to dish out food. “You keep calling me it and I think I kind of like it a little. It does weird things to me, and I can’t explain why. I would have assumed I’d hate being called a ‘boy’ for some reason, but it has the opposite effect…”

“That’s actually fairly common,” I replied, watching him as he dished out food. He ushered me to hand him my own plate, and doled out food for me as well, before returning it back to me. “Thank you, sweet boy.” I said gently, and I watched him fail to recover, and blush even harder than he had the first time. It caused me to laugh gently.

“Fuck, now you’re just going to use it against me,” Russell shook his head, unable to make eye contact with me still, instead taking a bite of food. Meanwhile, Leia had laid down between us on the floor, content with the company it seemed.

I took a bite of food first, enjoying how good and fresh and real it tasted. It was unusual for me to eat a home cooked meal. I never cooked and was never any good at it, so I usually had takeout or restaurant food. This was definitely a treat, to say the least. I sighed happily, enjoying it for a second.

“Not at all,” I eventually replied, after I’d taken a small sip of water to wash down the food. “Usually I say it affectionately.” I paused a second, thinking about it, then laughed again realizing that wasn’t entirely true. “Well, okay… I mean I might use it just to get this kind of reaction you’re having now.”

“God damn,” Russell said, shaking his head, still blushing and still unable to look at me. He was smiling a little, however. “So fucking rude, I tell ya.”

“Look at me,” I said suddenly, lasering my eyes on him a bit. Immediately, Russell focused back on me. My smile had softened a little, but still held, and I nodded. “Good boy. For the rest of the evening, I don’t want you to look away when you’re talking to me. Understood? You have beautiful eyes. I want them on me.”

Russell didn’t shift his gaze then, and I watched him swallow deeply and nod. The second he did, without any sort of verbal response, I realized something.

“So, there’s a thing with female domination— people like to call it femdom… Or with any sort of BDSM dynamic really,” I started, all the while still staring into those sexy man's eyes. “Oftentimes, the Dominant, or the Domme, will have a chosen name she goes by, and the submissive will have one too.”

He studied me curiously, taking a sip of water, but before I could continue my thought, he spoke. “Like Mistress or Master or something like that, right? I feel like I knew that, for some fucking reason.” He laughed a little again, shrugging, then looked like he was thinking again for a few seconds and added. “Did you have a nickname for me in mind or something?”

The question had come at a surprise. I wasn’t even quite sure if he’d want one to begin with. We’d barely started a dynamic at all, the only thing that had happened was I’d kept him in chastity for the day. I shook my head in reply. “No. Not yet anyway. I was only going to prompt you what to call me—”

“Is it weird if I have a suggestion?” Russell interjected. I blinked, and he offered a small but rather bashful looking smile and then nodded for me to get up. I stood up from the table, rather confused at what was happening, and followed him once he’d passed me, going back down the hall the way we’d come. Leia remained comfortably laying in the kitchen for the moment.

He paused midway down the hall, turning towards a wall that housed a picture frame. I glanced at it, noticing there was what looked like to be a poem inside of it, written overtop a pretty painting of a night sky, on closer inspection. When I scanned over it entirely, which wasn’t much at all, I realized it was a small e.e. cummings poem I’d seen eons ago.

yours is the light

by which my spirit’s born

yours is the darkness

of my soul’s return

you are my sun,

my moon,

and all my stars

“This is my favorite poem,” Russell spoke beside me, and when I glanced briefly at him, he’d been blushing again. The man took me by surprise, yet again. He liked poems? Who was this human? “And you actually made me think about it last night.”

I turned toward him then, caught off guard by what he’d said. “What do you mean exactly?”

He was smiling, despite how hard he’d been blushing, and as he was instructed, he kept his eye contact on me steady. “Well, you know how you said you were going to guide me? With all of this…DNS—” he chuckled for a second, shaking his head, “D—and—S, stuff? Well, I kinda thought you were like the sun or the moon or something, you know? How they used to guide people on journeys and whatever... And this sounds dumb as fuck now that it’s coming out of my mouth, Jesus Christ…”

Suddenly, Russell’s eyes left mine, and he looked mildly embarrassed. I immediately reached out, looping my finger under his chin, and turning his head to me again. The second I had, the beautiful blue latched on to me.

The smile across my face at that moment, warmed me from head to toe. I’d never felt like this with another male submissive. Ever. And I barely knew him.

“I’m your Sun,” I said simply, and immediately Russell nodded, but he looked like he was quickly getting over his embarrassment. We looked at each other for a few seconds, before my hand drifted from under his chin, to rest against the side of his stubbled face, the other one joining opposite of it, cradling him. “...And you’ll be my moon. I like that, honestly. I like it a lot…”

Immediately, I could feel the air shifting. I knew what was going to happen, and the world went into slow motion for a few seconds. My instincts kicked in, because no matter what, this man wasn’t getting the first move on me.

I launched forward, pushing my body into his, and slamming him somewhat roughly into the wall behind him. We crashed together in a fury, and on my tiptoes, I pulled his face into mine, latching my mouth on top of his and thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth, showing no reserve.

Russell moaned, loud and unrestrained, as I lapped at his tongue, kissing him with reckless abandon, my entire resolve dissipating. I wasn’t quite fucking sure what I was doing at that moment, but I’d lost my mind I’d been so horny, and I wasn’t about to let him have the edge. He hadn’t seemed to care once I’d pinned him to the wall.

“Fuck, it’s hurting so much. Jesus Christ. Please take it off, please,” Russell whimpered and begged into my mouth, writhing underneath me. It made me so fucking horny I nearly combusted into flames.

We kissed until we were having to break apart to breathe, and I finally pulled away. I kept my mouth close to his however, taking a few seconds to steady myself before I spoke in a whisper. And despite not even having finished our dinners yet, I gave the command anyway. I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted this man out of his cage.

“Let’s get you naked and out of that cage, my moon. Right now.”

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Chapter 9 (Russell)

My flirting worked. The smile that she had for Leia broadened. “Did you just say—”

“Ah, yeah—” I replied, and felt my face heat at using the term and her reaction. I covered by looking down at the table and starting to plate the food. But I decided to be honest. “You keep calling me it and I think I kind of like it a little. It does weird things to me, and I can’t explain why. I would have assumed I’d hate being called a ‘boy’ for some reason, but it has the opposite effect…”

“That’s actually fairly common,” she replied, and I could feel her eyes on me. I gestured for her plate in order to load hers up as well and handed it back to her. “Thank you, sweet boy.” she said gently, and it sent me further into embarrassment. It seemed to add a touch of…..intimacy to the same phrase and I could feel both my mind and my body responding to it.

I shook my head ruefully. “Fuck, now you’re just going to use it against me,”

I grumbled and couldn’t meet her eyes. I started to eat and Leia had laid down between us on the floor, content to be included. I had trained her a long time ago not to beg for food.

I saw her taking a bit of the food out of the corner of my eye and found myself hoping that it met with her approval. I heard a soft sigh and hoped that it was one of pleasure. I wanted to please this woman and hear more sounds like that.

“Not at all,” she eventually replied after taking a sip of water. “Usually I say it affectionately.” She suddenly laughed and added. “Well, okay… I mean I might use it just to get this kind of reaction you’re having now.”

“God damn,” I said, shaking my head, still feeling the heat on my face and still not looking up at her until I felt like I could recover a bit. I did smile though as I grumbled, “So fucking rude, I tell ya.”

“Look at me,” she said suddenly in a far more confident and commanding tone of voice. I couldn’t help but look up at her and her soft smile. She nodded and said, “Good boy. For the rest of the evening, I don’t want you to look away when you’re talking to me. Understood? You have beautiful eyes. I want them on me.”

I wanted to look away and at the same time, I found myself with no desire to disobey. No one had ever called my fucking eyes pretty before, and it cause some feelings in me that I didn’t even know how to identify. I swallowed and nodded, not trusting my voice right away.

“So, there’s a thing with female domination— people like to call it femdom… Or with any sort of BDSM dynamic really,” she said, all the while still staring into my eyes. I almost felt entrapped by hers. “Oftentimes, the Dominant, or the Domme, will have a chosen name she goes by, and the submissive will have one too.”

I learned a tiny bit about this today. I had gotten on the computer and started to search for D & S, but the titles were about as far as I got before the kitchen called me back. I looked at her and took a sip of water before replying, “Like Mistress or Master or something like that, right? I feel like I knew that, for some fucking reason.” I laughed a little again, shrugging, then thought for a few seconds before adding, “Did you have a nickname for me in mind or something?”

The question seemed to take her a little by surprise and she shook her head saying, “No. Not yet anyway. I was only going to prompt you what to call me—”

“Is it weird if I have a suggestion?” I interrupted her, and instantly felt a little chagrined at doing so, but I had given this some thought while I was cooking after the little I had read online. I smiled and got up and gestured at her to follow, though it wasn’t in any kind of commanding way from me, more as a polite request.

I gave Leia a hand command to stay as I led Lily down the hall about halfway and paused before something that I had framed on the wall, gesturing to Lily to look at it. It was a painting of a night sky with a poem written over the top of it.

yours is the light

by which my spirit’s born

yours is the darkness

of my soul’s return

you are my sun,

my moon,

and all my stars

“This is my favorite poem,” I said beside her, self-conscious at even admitting I liked a poem and blushing with it. “And you actually made me think about it last night.”

She turned to me, another slightly surprised reaction painted on her face. I was beginning to recognize them. “What do you mean exactly?”

I smiled and concentrated on keeping my eyes on hers, despite my embarrassment. “Well, you know how you said you were going to guide me? With all of this…DNS—” I chuckled and shook my head, correcting myself, “D—and—S, stuff? Well, I kinda thought you were like the sun or the moon or something, you know? How they used to guide people on journeys and whatever... And this sounds dumb as fuck now that it’s coming out of my mouth, Jesus Christ…”

My face got even redder and I couldn’t keep eye contact any longer. I felt so stupid. I was just a welder, not someone that truly understood this poetry shit.

I suddenly felt her crooked finger under my chin, tilting my head back up to look at her and was met with the warmest smile that had ever been directed at me. My eyes locked onto hers again.

“I’m your Sun,” she said simply, and I immediately nodded, and her smile as she said it had gone a long way to help me get over my embarrassment. We looked at each other for a few seconds, before her hand drifted from under my chin, to rest against the side of my face, the other one coming up to cup the other side of my face,”...And you’ll be my moon. I like that, honestly. I like it a lot…”

She was close. Very close. And as I looked down into her pretty eyes, I knew this time, I wouldn’t be able to resist kissing her. I lingered a moment before doing so, enjoying her smile and how pretty she was.

She caught me completely off guard, suddenly launching herself into me, causing me to lose a little bit of my balance and hit the wall behind me pretty roughly. Her hand went around the back of my neck and with an unexpected strength, she pulled my head down while she stood on her tiptoes, latching her mouth onto mine and thrusting her tongue deeply into it.

Never in my life had I been kissed like that, with so much aggression. It was usually me thrusting my tongue and holding the woman’s head steady. But I quickly lost myself in this and let out a deep moan against her mouth. I surrendered to her kiss and felt her take more and more control of it as she kissed me with abandon.

My cock immediately responded to her display of dominance as well, and I felt the most discomfort I had since waking this morning. “Fuck, it’s hurting so much. Jesus Christ. Please take it off, please,” I whimpered and begged into her mouth, practically writhing underneath her and no longer caring what I sounded like.

We kissed until we were having to break apart to breathe, and she finally pulled away. She kept her mouth close to mine however, taking a few seconds before she spoke in a whisper.

“Let’s get you naked and out of that cage, my moon. Right now.”

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