Page 26 of Dear Glory

“You!” I scowl.

“How so?” He cocks his head to the side.

“B-by helping me put on clothes, bathing me, rocking me an?—”

“Is that treating you like a child or with care?” he stands, grasping me by the waist, and even though I feel there’s nointention to be sexual, I feel my insides quiver. “I love being of service to my woman. Feeding you, bathing you, clothing you, fucking you, watching your face contort in ecstasy… all of that is meant for me. So if that’s treating you like a child, then just call me Daddy instead of Sir.” He grasps my ass and I shove him away.

“No,” I shake my head firmly. “I have a dad and I don’t need another one,” I huff out frustrated and he chuckles.

“I thought so.” He lifts my right foot, placing a kiss on it, sliding on the silk panties he’s holding out for me.

No man has ever cared about my thoughts, feelings, or my opinions, for that matter, at least not seriously. A man showing me acts of service willingly, even if it’s just small things…it’s all new to me and makes me uncomfortable.

“That’s Sir’s good girl.” He gently pats my ass. “Now lift your arms for me,” he takes my hands, kissing them, and I do as he says effortlessly as he slides a smooth, silky dress that feels exceptional along my skin, causing me to shudder “You look beautiful, Glorious. How do you like it? Does it fit well?”

His question is ridiculous. Even without my keen designer eye I can tell from the way the lustrous fabric hugs my body that it was made just for me. It’s gorgeous and the fit and stitching are immaculate, but I think the weird state I’m in makes it so I can’t articulate my thoughts properly.

“I… it’s okay…”

“Okay? Is that all? Such a meager response when I was promised praise. Lawrence, the designer who was commissioned to make it… have their store closed,” he demands dryly.

“WHAT?! C-close th-their store!?” I jump back, and he pulls me close.

“Oh, is that not enough? Should I punish him more fer such inadequate work? Very well. Chop off his hands too.”

“As you wish, Mr. O’Hara,” Lawrence and Fabian respond in unison, filing out of the room.

“Is that enough, Glorious?” he beams happily, taking my hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.

“NO! CALL THEM BACK!” I shriek, but he cocks his head to the side, confused.

“Why?”

“I… wh…” words escape me, but they always do in the presence of this damn man. He makes me question my upbringing and out of nowhere I seem to have developed a speech impediment! I abhor how much control he has over me. “Do not! Do not do such a thing!” I finally get out and he peeks up at me coyly.

“I ask again, my Dear Glory… why?”

“B-because th-that is n-no reason to b-beat up a w-working man… p-plus I was being difficult for n-no reason… I love this dress,” I ramble on, feeling desperate and knowing that if I don’t speak up loud and proud, someone will lose their life for such a meaningless reason… because of me.

“Oi! Beat up?” he chuckles. “How innocent. You’re right I should notbeat upa working man,” he smiles and stands, picking me up and setting me on the chair behind me before kneeling at my feet again.

“Exactly, s-so please… call them back.” He lifts my foot in one hand, massaging it, causing me to let out a soft moan. It must have been the heels from yesterday. I hadn’t realized my feet were sore until now… in fact, my entire body is sore and I could use a massage, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to tell him that. “Sir! Did you hear me? I said call them back!” I demand, smacking my hand onto the sofa only for him to gaze up at me with those lustful and lovely eyes of his full of adoration.

“Alright, Glorious, as I said, if you want it you can have it,” he sighs and opens a box with a pair of the daintiest silk slippersever. “I don’t know if I can take it thought, you’re just too damn adorable, you know that, Princess?”I am?

Men have called me plenty of things in my life, but cute isn’t one. Sexy, fine as hell, a brick house, a bitch… all that… but adorable?

“I am not adorable,” I shyly look away but he brings my face back to him.

“But you are, Glorious. You’re adorably divine.” He places my other shoe on then crawls in between my legs, eyes roaming over my face.

“First adorable, and now divine? While I’m not religious you’re definitely committing some sin against God saying that,” I raise a skeptical brow and he snorts out a laugh.

“Aye. Dinna you believe me?”

“It’s not a case of whether I believe you or not… it justIdon’t feel I’m adorable. As you said, two things can be right at the same time,” I pause and clap my hands over my mouth as his eyes go wide, letting on that I’d heard their conversation. Embarrassed, I shoot up from my seat and walk over to the door. “I… I’m ready to go home now!” I squeak out and he chuckles, coming up behind me.

“As you wish, Princess.” He take my hand and realize I’ve almost fully calmed down. Even if I haven’t processed my feelings, I feel… better than earlier.

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