Page 45 of Dear Glory

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, Princess, you’re too perfect, you know that?” His gaze causes my heart rate to beat so astronomically fast that I have to place a hand on my chest.

“I…” I pause to take a deep breath before looking over to him again. “Of course, I know that, but what’s more important is thatyoualso know it. Women like me don’t come aroundoften, so you better keep treating me good, okay?” I give him a pointed glare. The look of sheer desire spreads over his face as he snatches me up and slams me against the door in a sweltering kiss that makes me curl my toes in my boots. He grinds his dick against me, snatching my tucked in sweater from my belt and shoving his hands underneath my shirt, squeezing my breast, prompting a deep moan.Oh God, it’s been so long!

Since the yacht party, Sir made us pause sex for me to recover, giving me plenty of aftercare.It’s been amazing getting the massages and warm baths and all, but I want him!

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting more, trembling as he sucks on my neck prior to lifting my shirt and pulling down my bra, grasping my breasts in both hands. He jiggles them before slurping both nipples into his mouth while his eyes remain on me steadfast as his tongue slides across them.

“S… Sir!” I whimper, body vibrating as hot cream floods my panties.

“Shite,” he grunts. “You always know how to drive me crazy.” He kisses my nipples, sighing, removing the knee that’s holding me up as he quickly fixes my clothing, running his hands though his hair, jaw clenching, looking more frustrated than ever.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I tell him and tug his hand, but he only frowns, looking as if my apology made things worse.

“Go on before I ignore my better judgment and lock you away.” He spins on his heel and Lawrence and Fabian use that moment to open the door and usher me from the house out to the car waiting for me.

Once they help me inside, I look out the window to see Sir is standing there watching me with a look that tells me he wants to yank me back into the house, but he only waves goodbye as the car drives off and I do the same, gazing at him until he’s no longer in view. At that point, I face forward and pout,already missing him and regretting being so responsible and encouraging him to work.

“Ms. Glory, where would you like to head to first?” Fabian asks, but I sigh, not really feeling like being out any longer. Still, I want to be a good girl and not disturb what he’s working so hard on, so I need to not be too spoiled and find something to occupy my time until tonight when I’ll get him all to myself.

“Well,” I ponder and tap my chin. “Let’s go sell my pieces and then I want to stop at a clothing store I saw in Vogue that had a few pieces I wanted to pick up. Lastly, I want to check out the popular dessert shop I’ve been seeing in Cuisine et Vins.”

“Noted,” he nods, and I just sit back, relaxing the entire car ride, but I’m thankful when one of them puts in a cassette tape with my favorite music. I’m able to truly relax while nodding my head to “Right and Wrong Way” by Keith Sweat, singing along, thinking about Sir and how our relationship would be so wrong in many people’s eyes, but he truly does me and my body good, and I want to stay like this with him forever.

When we make it to the center where it’s like one giant fleet market, I’m pleasantly surprised with how fast I sell my clothes. In truth, they sent so fast to that people were asking me when I would stop by with more items or if I would get my own booth. After exchanging contact information for potential deals, I make my way to the boutique I’d seen in Vogue.

Fabian steps out of the car and stands guard while Lawrence exits and opens my door. Both stand, one in front of me while the other is behind while walking with me into the boutique.

At first glance, anyone worth their salt can tell I’m not the average customer, so of course, they drop everything and make it their business to greet me with flattery and lead me to a private room.

“En quoi pouvons-nous vous aider aujourd'hui, mademoiselle? Etes-vous intéressé par quelque chose enparticulier?”(What can we help you with today, Miss? Are you interested in anything in particular?)

“Bon après-midi. Oui, j'aimerais essayer ces pieces.”(Good afternoon. Yes, I would like to try on these pieces.)I sift through the magazine provided and point to everything I want to see and potentially try on, then hand it to the shopkeeper, and his eyes widen, impressed at my flawless French.

“Oui, oui, quel excellent œil vous avez, et puis-je dire que votre français est magnifique, mademoiselle.”(Yes, yes, what an excellent eye you have, and might I say your French is magnificent, miss.)

“Merci. Mon père était en poste ici quand il était plus jeune et il a appris la langue qu'il m'a ensuite enseignée.”(Thank you. My father was stationed here when he was younger, and he learned the language, which he, in turn, taught me.)

“Oi! Quel homme astucieux, et quelle fille encore plus intelligente! Puis-je vous offrir un vin pendant que nous préparons vos pièces?” (Oi! What a clever man, and what an even cleverer girl! Can I offer you a wine while we prepare your pieces?)

“Je vous remercie d'avoir dit une telle chose. Et oui, je prendrai un verre de Domaine de la Romanée Conti si vous en avez, s'il vous plaît.”(I appreciate you for saying such a thing. And yes, I'll have a glass of Domaine de la Romanée Conti if you have it, please.)He reels back and places his hands on his heart, eyes going from curiosity to completely smitten.

“Oui, oui, tout de suite mademoiselle.”(Yes, yes, right away miss.)He claps his hands mobilizing everyone speaking rapidly and they all scramble hurriedly while I unwind and pull out the steamy book, His to Take by Rose Marie, that I’d been reading in my boredom at the house while I waited for Sir. It’s so thrilling and compelling that it’s hard for me to put down… to think aman would desire a woman so much he’s kidnap her and do such unspeakable things to her all in the name of love and lust…

As much as I want to put the gritty book down, I can’t and find myself turning the next page, hungrily devouring my favorite character Daxton’s harsh actions, oddly waiting for him to go further and do something even more daring. This character reminds me so much of Sir but even grittier, and the name Daxton…I love it!

I sit there reading for thirty minutes bobbing my foot with the soothing music playing on the speakers as Fabian and Lawrence standing at attention behind me. My attention is only snatched from my book when the shopkeeper comes over with a glass of red wine on a platter.

“Votre vin, mademoiselle.”(Your wine, miss.)He sets the platter next to me it next to me and I take the glass of wine offered, watching as a group of attendants file in, one carrying the chilled bottle I’m drinking from and the other with the clothing I’d picked out.

“Merci.”(Thank you.)I take a sip and he stands there, hands clasped in anticipation. “Mmm, magnifique! Refroidi à la perfection.”(Mm, magnificent! Chilled to perfection.)I smile and he bows, profusely thanking me as I sip the remaining glass even though I swore off alcohol… again, after the yacht engagement.But how can I resist when it’s this delicious?

I set my empty glass down and make my way behind the partition, where I undress quickly before coming out and gasping with the sad realization that Sir isn’t here to observe like last time.Hm… oh!

“Lawrence. Fabian… what do you both think? Will Sir be happy seeing me in this?” I slowly spin in the deep brown spaghetti strap silk low-cut dress that seems to match my skin tone perfectly, with a meticulously sewn-on rose in the front and smaller pieces on the side.

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