Page 20 of Dear Glory
“I asked where, Glorious,” he trails a hand over my breast then down to my bellybutton, only to stop just where it’s throbbing the most.
“I… I want you to t-touch me like back in the Limo… but more…”
“And I will, Princess… I want to give you everything and make you smile, because for someone who walks around so confident, I love that your adorableness only kicks in when you’re with me. It’s like you walk around and wear a mask for the world to protect yourself, but for me… you take it off and show me the bits of pieces of the real you.”Real me?He can see that even if I can’t?How?What does this version of me that he sees look like to make him clearly desire me like this? I want to know, but I don’t have the courage to ask. “You look uncomfortable. Is it because of what I said?” he questions as he narrows his eyes, and I’m so stunned by his question that it takes me a while to find an answer.
“A… a little bit, yes.”Because how can he know me when I came here to find me?
“I know, and to be honest, I plan to continue making you uncomfortable…” he places kisses on my face followed by mylips. “I’m going to make you so uncomfortable and slowly chip away at that plain exterior. I’m going to break you, mold you into the version of you I desire you to be, one you’ll love and take pride in,” he voices gruffly, making me swallow. It’s silly to say his words make my heart flutter, but they do. Perhaps it’s his honesty, or the fact that he seems to genuinely care about breaking me, which has me ignorantly wanting to encourage him.
Maybe it’s the fact that he’s pretending to give me a choice when I know better. I know this relentless man will wear me down no matter how long it takes, and I’ll have no choice but to go along with his whims. I asked myself when he began owning me, but I know it was from the moment the curtains opened and he blew that heart smoke at me.
Or maybe it was even before then when our eyes connected and I felt his aura. No matter the reason, I know instinctively that this man would drag my rich, proud, and pretty Black ass to his level and without a lick of force get me to willingly to kneel before him, andthatis power…
“Sir,” I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tight, feeling secure and safe in in his arms. “Do it,” I tell him, no I beg him. “Break me… break this colorless version of me that my dad has created. Break me and show the me you see,” I plead, feeling high on him.
“Glory, you don’t know what I want to do to you. What I want to watchothersdo to you. You’re so intelligently ignorant of the world. You, who think the big bad wolves are men in business suits and carry briefcases, but I know better. Those are the ones spreading their ass cheeks to be ate by women like Wolf.”EXCUSE THE HELL OUT OF ME?! WHAT DID HE SAY?!
“Uhm…” I’m thrown off by his words, but he holds me tight, kissing my shoulder.
“But it’s no matter. Even if you hadn’t begged so prettily, I’d have done it anyway. In fact, Glory, that is why I brought you here tonight. To see… I want to see…” he pulls me up, gazing into my eyes in awe, trailing off.
“See what, Sir?”
“The cracks in your façade, Glorious….”
Even though we are at a party surrounded by people I don’t know from Adam or Eve, all I can see is him…
“Okay… show me how.” The words tumble from my lips unconsciously, and I don’t care. In fact, that’s what I like about being with Axil. Everything is effortless, and I don’t have to think. I can just let go knowing he’s going to take control and handle the situationandme.
“Get on the table.”
“E-excuse me?” I cock my head to the side.I just know I heard wrong…“Th-the table?”
“Get. On. The. Table.” My ass is up and out of his lap and planted on the table in two nanoseconds.
“Si—”
“Spread them,” he demands.
“As in m-my l—” His jaw clenches and his eyes turn dark, causing me to snap my lips shut.I asked for this… I shouldn’t be questioning him every step of the way.
Bashfully, I widen my legs mortified. Still, I don’t dare close them. Even if the people at the table are watching… even if I’m not entirely sure what the fuck is going on, I ignore the indignity and focus on my Sir.
I give him all of my attention, all of my time, all of my everything in this moment because if I don’t, I will leap from this table, run for the hills and never look back. I have a feeling that if I do, it would be a stain on whatever this is.That’s the last thing I want.
He raises his hand, and out of nowhere, Lawrence and Fabian come forward, holding cases. I want to question what they are, but my gut is telling me to keep my mouth shut and let Sir do what he wants. As uncomfortable as I am, I’m not feeling distressed and I don’t want him to stop. Even though my heart is beating so hard I feel my body shaking, I stay still and wait for whatever Sir is going to give me.I want it…whatever it is.
Fabian steps forward and presents Sir with a pair of what looks like sterilized gloves. I stay in place as Sir places them on his hands, but when Lawrence steps forward and opens a case that smoke rises from, I twitch a bit… especially when I see two clear, perfectly round balls that seem to have a frosty film around them.What’s he going to do with that?
My question is answered not long after when Sir picks up one of the balls that looks about two inches thick and…wait a damn minute.He brings it lower and moves my thong string to the side and…
“EEEP!” I squeak at the cold touching my pussy, and those around me, apparently watching the show, laugh and aww as if I’ve done something adorable.Wh… what the fuck is going on?!
I want to shout from the rooftops but I refuse. Even as I tremble and quake so hard on the table that people’s drinks begin to slosh over when Sir seductively shoves the icy cold ball into the depth of my pussy.
“Look at darling girl,” he coos. “Do you see how well-behaved she is?” he boasts as he runs a cold hand over my clit and I fall back against the table. Well, I thought I would, but I look up dizzily to see Lawrence right there holding me up.
“S…Sir,” I call out, scared and pussy spasming.
