Page 28 of Dear Glory
“Right. You can’t be too safe in this, considering all the diseases floating around.”That’s true…I never truly thought about it because I never had a lot of sexual partners in the first place and my father always kept me in the know about the varying venereal diseases running rampant in the world.
“I’ll prepare her better next tim?—”
“I’m not sure if there will be a next time,” I blurt out, cutting Sir off and making Wolf and Bunny both turn to Sir with worry before me.
“Oh?” Sir questions.
Yes, I might be feeling better, and my head has cooled, but that doesn’t change that I see the error of my ways. I see Dad wasn’t necessarily wrong about needing to keep me shielded from the world when there are people like them out here. Don’t get me wrong, it felt spectacular, but I can’t run the risk of my family finding out about this at home, plus this man is married…it’s a train wreck waiting to happen.
“Yes, I there is just too much at stake, and no offense, but messing around with more than one partner is just not my thing,” I shake my head.
“Yet my scalp still hurts from how hard you were pulling it last night,” Bunny chuckles and Wolf smacks him.
“Edouard! Behave!” Wolf warns, but Bunny seems to be having more fun at her being angry than the jab he threw.
“I am well-behaved, and you know that. However, I refuse to allow someone to come into my home and down the peculiars ofour lives when they too reaped the benefits of it and enjoyed it immensely, might I add,” he shrugs.
“It was a momentary lapse in judgment. That is all. Everyone makes mistakes, but it’s up to that person to correct it before it gets out of hand,” I defend myself. “In addition… a-aren’t you both married? Is doing that even alright?” I ask, genuinely confused because they seem like a happily married couple, unlike Sir and his soon to be ex-wife. Why would they want to open themselves up to potential risk by inviting others into their bedroom? I ponder seriously but Bunny throws his head back, laughing.
“Just because you spew a bunch of pretty words doesn’t make you right and what we did wrong,” Bunny shoots my way. “Not to mention it’s small-minded of you to think marriage looks only one way. Who I decide to share my bed with matters not to you, so I don’t care if you respect it. As long as my wife enjoys it, that’s all that matters. I like watching my wife get fucked by other men and women, I like her reigning over me, I like switching it up and shoving my dick down her throat when another man fucks her, yet her eyes remain on me,” he smirks, sitting up and leaning over the table closer to me, making my breath catch.
“W-well,” I gulp loudly. “You’re not wrong. That is indeed incredibly small-minded of me, b-but in my defense, I’ve only ever seen one version of a successful and happy marriage, and that is the traditional one. What I’m witnessing now is just so strange and bizarre… how are you all not jealous?” I look at them, including Sir.
“It’s simple. We just do what suits us and our marriage, and we’re always considerate of each other.”
“But is that really considerate or reckless?” I wonder, not trying to sound judgmental. I truly just don’t understand or rather… I can’t wrap my head around their dynamic… is itnormal to want to see your partner engage in carnal desires with others?
“I’ve seen your type… a judgmental spoiled little rich girl, who has everything but knows nothing. Nonetheless, no matter how much you try to hide it, you and the rest of us in this room are cut from the same cloth. The only difference is you prance around weak-willed men while pretending to be dominant. But you… you’re submissive to the core, and you’re dying to be dominated and fucked… hard,” he finishes. His lips are barely touching mine by the end of his rant, and I want to move… but no matter how much I will my body to do so, I’m rooted in place and breathless… why do I feel like I need a cigarette and I don’t smoke?!
I feel hands cover my eyes and my body goes weak as my breathing, which I hadn’t realized was sped up, eases.
I’d never considered myself judgmental, so hearing those words make my stomach churn… and feel bad.
“That’s, enough, I think she gets it. Don’t bully someone in a drop, especially someone who has no idea about the lifestyle,” Sir warns behind me and Bunny lifts his hands.
“You’re right. It was an innocent question… I shouldn’t have done that. My apologies, little kitten,” he winks and I nod, his words still playing in my head.
“Seriously Edouard, that was too much. You could have been nicer,” Wolf whines.
“I’ll be taking my little one home now. She needs to recover, so I’ve got some spoiling to do,” Sir says after removing his hand from my eyes, but I keep them closed as he scoops me into his arms and I hold him tight.
“Goodness, okay, but please keep us posted! Oh, and Glory, if you ever change your mind, do come to play with us once more! Next time you can spank Bunny for being so mean, I’ll even puta cock lock on him to make it so he can’t cum from it for good measure!”
“N-no, thank you,” I mutter, turning away but soon feel her in front of me as Sir holds me close.
“Oh gosh,” I hear her click her tongue. “Well, next time how about just you and I play and kick them out? That’ll teach ’em!” Wolf whispers growls in my ear and it kick starts my heart even though I’m already dying being in Sir’s arms. “I’ll take my time… oh, and I can guarantee I eat pussy way better than Bunny, so truly hope to taste you next time, Glory…” I feel soft lips press against mine. A heavy and sweet scent I don’t think I’ll ever forget wafts over me as she takes a step back. “See you later, Glory. Be a good girl and listen to Axil! See you later, Axil. Good luck with that one. You’ve got a keeper,” her voice changes from sultry to upbeat and perky when speaking to Sir as he carries me off.
I hug Sir tighter, desperately wanting to leave, especially since her every word draws out a curiosity in me I don’t want to acknowledge.A keeper? Me? Nothing about our encounter speaks keeper! Nothing!
When I feel us slide into a vehicle, I still keep my head on his shoulder, and thankfully, he doesn’t try to speak to me or ask me to raise my head. Throughout the entire car ride, he simply rubs my back in gentle motions, occasionally placing a kiss on the top of my head.
“We have arrived, Mr. O’Hara,” I hear Lawrence call out after opening the door, and that’s all I need to leap from Sir’s arms and out of the car, ready to run to my room. However, I’m stunned to see a massive home instead of the Ritz Paris.
“Come… I’ll show you to our room.” He takes my hand, but I snatch it from him.
“I thought you said you were taking me home!”
“I did. You’ll be staying with me from now on,” he smiles.
