5. Basking in His Glory
Chapter 5
Basking in His Glory
GLORY
D ay one… after lunch…
Dear Glory,
I heard you are curious about me, I love that. Be more curious… in fact be so curious you’re consumed with only thoughts of me as I am of you.
Yours
Axil
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Day One… dinner…
Dear Glory,
Respond…
Axil
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Dear Axil
I don’t associate with married men. Leave me alone.
Glorinda
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Day two… breakfast
Dear Glory,
I was thinking about you today and wanted to send you these flowers. I want to add I’m in the process of getting a divorce, which Lawrence has already told me you are aware of. Still, I find your attitude adorable and can hardly wait to break you.
Yours truly,
Axil
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Dear Axil,
I find your manner of speech repulsive and disgusting. Also I don’t care if you are getting divorced.
Glorinda
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Day Three… lunch
Dear Glory,
My marriage is of no concern when you already belong to me, princess. I’ll be there to see you walk down that aisle, and I will be there when you sign the papers and legally become mine. By the way you look beautiful when you’re angry, but still I prefer you smiling… though I have a sneaking suspicion your face basked in pleasure will be one to behold. I wait for that day with bated breath.
Yours,
Axil
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Day Four… breakfast
Dear Glory,
I miss you. Why have you not responded?
Yours
Axil
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Day Five… breakfast
Dear Glory,
Are you hiding from me, princess? You’re adorable when you throw tantrums as well… Respond
Yours,
Axil
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Dear Glory,
Eight o’clock… be ready, don’t be hardheaded, or you know what they say…
Yours,
Axil
“Oh, he’s bold!” I curl my lip, not knowing whether to be turned on by his persistence or put off by it. “The man is relentless, but I don’t hate it,” I groan, looking at the two gorgeously wrapped boxes in front of me, along with the bouquet of roses he sends me with every card.
“Ugh,” I groan and set the card down on the bedside table, careful not to place it on the condensation from the glass of water sitting there as well, and purse my lips, “What am I going to do about you Axil?” I roll over on my side, peering at all the roses and sighing. “Clearly he and I have unfinished business and he’s trying to get to the bottom of that tonight, but…” I mutter, sitting back up and pulling the boxes to me, inquisitive about what he could have sent me. “Should I?”
He’s never sent me anything outside of roses before, so I’m dying to know what it is, even if it’s something extravagant, it’s not likely to impress me. Whether he’s a billionaire or not, I have my own money and plenty of it. But I do like a man who’s willing to send me things from the heart since it’s the thought that counts. I drum my fingers on the box, wondering if I should just return this to him unopened, but a strange part of me feels like if I do that, it won’t stop him from pursuing me. In fact, I think it’ll only make things worse.
“Whatever,” I mumble, grasping the end of the big bow on the smaller box, unraveling it and opening it, jaw dropping when I see a stunning pair of silver high heels with real diamonds adorning the toe strap and heels. I’m no stranger to money, but even I know these heels cost more than three months’ worth of my commissions alone… why is he sending me something like this?
Okay, I know money doesn’t impress me, but even I’m able to appreciate these bad boys… they are simply stunning! The designer in me is already conjuring up a dress I can make to match it.
Carefully, I set my new inspirations to the side after admiring them. My heart skips a beat as I pull the other bigger box in front of me. I nervously uncap it after pulling the bow and pull out the contents, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as I wonder just what in the hell I am looking at.
Stupefied would be the understatement of the year if I were to describe how I’m feeling about the spider web thin dress that’s so skimpy that even Charlotte would scoff at the flimsy thread-like texture. What in the hell…?
I reach inside the box, pulling out the dress, and my mouth drops open. This thing can’t be real! Thin and see-through doesn’t even describe this dress. The best way to describe this dress is nonexistent. Not only is it short, but I’m also scared to keep touching for fear it’ll tear.
How the hell did the designer even sew this together?
More than what the function of the dress is, I’m more curious about the fabric and stitch technique… I must meet this person…
Aside from that, I look it over, laughing cynically because if he thinks I’m supposed to fit my size eight double d titties and curvy figure in this, he’s out of his mind! He has to be. Not only will this flimsy thing not fit over my thighs, but this isn’t something a woman of mine or any other caliber should be wearing. In fact, I ought to be insulted!
Still, I rummage through the big box because there has to be something more to this flimsy thing and to my relief, I find a silk pouch and a small box which I quickly open and cock my head to the side when I see two heart stickers, a small string thong, and a lacy mask.
“Surely… surely I’m not seeing clearly, right?” I rub my eyes, but yes siree bob! I’m seeing exactly what I think with my 20/15 vision, but that’s not all. When I find another one of those damn Dear Glory letters, I have half a mind to throw it all in the garbage! But I pop the seal and, unfortunately, devour his words as I always do.
Dear Glory,
I dare you to step out of that pretty packaging your parents put you in and let me dirty you, Glorious.
With love and always yours,
Axil
A dare…?! Excuse me?! Is he challenging me?
I throw my head back cackling, but the man did indeed say he knows everything about me and he’s proven that he’s not lying. A dare? HA!
It’s forty-five minutes until eight. Plenty of time to hop into the shower and get ready to show Sir Axil just who he’s playing with. I might have lived a sheltered life as a military kid, but one thing Glorinda Jemeika Cross is not going to do is turn down a dare, especially from someone so cocky. He needs to be stomped down a few pegs, and I’m just the woman to do it!
After washing off, I slather the custom-made oil that is supposed to match my body’s PH that I also had made in Venice, Italy and spritzing on my Giorgio Beverly Hills perfume on top of it. I do my hair in a flirty long ponytail that reaches just above my ass, drawing attention to the small curve off my back since the dainty dress had the nerve to be backless.
Next, I move onto my makeup, doing something light and airy with a platinum smokey eye shadow to accentuate my round dark brown eyes. I decide on dramatic glossy red lips and top it off with an elegant faux mole right above my lip.
Once I’m done with my hair and makeup, I turn to the boxes I toppled over in the wake to get to the shower and scowl displeased with the dress he chose for me.
“Humph,” I scowl, then the corner of my eye catches the card Axil sent taunting me.
I dare you…
Like a moth to a flame, I strut over to pick it up, glaring as my eyes roam over it and back to the boxes. Fine, you want to challenge me?
I swipe the diaphanous dress from the bed along with the pouch and shoes and lay it all out with a frown. Heart-shaped stickers…
“Where do I even put these? On my cheek maybe?” I pout, crossing my arms, picking them up and flipping them over to see if they have some type of instructions, and my eyes go wide when I see they go on the nipple!
“Oh!” I jump back shocked at the instructions and a bit intrigued. “I’m supposed to wear stickers on my nipples?! “Mr. Axil Sir, you are one nasty man…” I smile, “You’re just the man I’m looking for.”
I swipe up the stickers, then glance in the mirror at my glistening naked body. Before I lose the nerve, I peel and stick them atop my pert dark brown nipples. I then swipe up the thong and slide it on along with the fine dress followed by the heels. Finally, I stare at the full-length mirror, shaken by my reflection…
I look stunning… I look other worldly… and if I do say so myself, I look fuckable. The dress that I was so scared of compliments my skin splendidly. I was wrong… the nipple coverings offer a sinful and seductive allure to the dress along with the thongs and the shoes… well they make me look like sex on a stick. Wow…
However, I don’t have time to look at myself further because a knock sounds at my door, stealing my attention.
I feel hot all over, making the shower that I’d just taken seem useless. Bits of my ponytail stick to my face and my back, and I can feel beads of sweat sliding down parts of my body. I feel unclean…
The knock comes again. Though ordinary, it feels impatient and demanding, causing my heart to begin racing. I feel if I make the person beyond that door wait any longer, it won’t be a good thing, so I hurry over. My hands have a mind of their own as they unlatch the locks and wrench the door open. I’m weak in the knees and a bolt of lightning strikes my pussy when I see Axil standing there with a rose in his hand.
“Glory,” his silky smooth and deep voice washes over me like butter gliding on a hot cast iron skillet, searing me to the core. Holy mother of God. How can someone look so good, sound so heavenly, and exist in pure sin?
“H…hello, A-Axil,” I stammer with a lump in my throat.
“Yu look edible,” he smiles, and my pussy clenches tight, soaking the string of the nearly nonexistent thong. My mouth waters, making me smack my lips to keep from drooling.
“Thank you,” I mumble, right hand latching to my left forearm in an attempt to shield myself, but it doesn’t last long because Axil places the delicate rose on my hand to smack it away in admonishment with the unsaid words. “Don’t shield yourself from me.” “Uhm… y-you look uhm… great t-too,” I swallow, taking him in and snatching my breath away.
His all-white suit is a sinful contrast to his auburn hair, slicked back in a forties style with silver accents that are a perfect match to the platinum sheer dress I’m wearing. His shoes are polished and white, with not one scuff or crease. He looks like perfection.
“I missed you, my Dear Glory.” He steps closer to me and like a cat I nearly jump out of my skin from how good he smells.
“I…”
“Dinna yu miss me, luv?” he whispers against my ear and I just know he can hear the sound of my heart beating wildly against my ribcage. Jesus… there goes that accent he tries to hide.
“I did… I missed you too,” I mutter in a hushed tone, peeking up at him, and he throws me a nefarious smile, bending at the knees, coming face to face with me, so close that the tip of our noses touch.
“Glory,” he whispers against my lips.
“Y-yes?”
“Yer scent takes my breath away,” he growls and I hiccup, embarrassed.
“Th-thank you I… it’s Giorgio A-Armani.”
“Really?” His large hands cup my waist tight as he snatches me closer to him, humming as his calloused palm glides down my hip to my center, where I’m ashamed to feel him meet the juices leaking down my thigh. “It smells authentically glorious to me.” My eyes flutter closed and a whimper escapes me. God… hear me out…
“Mr. O’Hara, your car awaits.” I hear over his shoulder at the far end of the hall, causing my eyes to snap open. I zero in on Lawrence, who faces forward, legs spread apart and hands behind his back at attention. I could have been a piece of lint floating away in the wind. My God was this man standing there WATCHING?!
“AXIL!” I try to shove him away, but he chuckles.
“No need to be embarrassed, Glory. He’ll witness you do dirtier things than this. It’s a useless emotion, so rid yourself of it.” He walks past me into my room, and I follow him, noticing he’s glancing around, inspecting or looking for something. Soon, I see him swipe something from my bathroom counter then ushering me out the door.
“WAIT! Do you expect me to leave the room looking like this?!” I panic, trying to go back, but he takes my hand, yanking me to him.
“Why? Are you scared?” he teases.
“AXIL! I—” I don’t get the word out when something soft and heavy falls onto my shoulders. Shaken, I turn back to see an extremely handsome Black man with skin even richer than mine. His features are sharp and manly, his eyes dark like a lion on a hunt, his lips full and suckable. “Who?” I squeak almost inaudibly.
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Glorinda. My name is Fabian,” he says as he takes my hand and bows, forehead touching the back of my hand in place of his lips. Oh! It’s Mr. Chocolate…
“Likewise.” I blink, taken aback at how attractive he is. How are all his guards so fine?
Axil takes my hand after fixing my coat to make it so I’m completely covered and leads down to the lobby where I thought I would be embarrassed. Yet, I’m so preoccupied by Axil that onlookers are nothing but side characters who don’t deserve more than a passing glance.
He then guides me outside, where there is a stretch limo awaiting us, and helps me in.
As a woman who’s been in many a limo, things like this rarely impress me, but I’m left speechless by the level of opulence and style.
“Comfortable?” he asks, pulling me so close to him to where not even an ant could crawl between us.
“I would say so,” I reply as I glance over to him from the corner of my eye, trying to keep my cool.
“Good.” He takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “A woman such as yourself deserves nothing but the best.”
“Oh? And how would you know what kind of woman I am?” I turn to him, and he smirks, watching me with amused eyes.
“How could I not know when it takes but a glance? And for those who do not possess the ability to see one’s worth, I’m sure they would know once you cut them down with your words,” he chuckles and I pout, crossing my arms, averting my gaze.
“It’s not my fault I’m surrounded by imbeciles who can’t handle a woman with bigger balls than they could ever dream of having,” I snap, rolling my eyes. He hooks his finger under my chin, dragging my gaze back to his.
“That’s exactly why you need someone like me in your life, Glory.”
“And what are you going to do that’s so different from any other man I come in contact with?” I raise a brow, and he leans over and begins nibbling on my ear just as the song “Freak Me” by Silk blares onto the limo speakers.
“Break you,” he grunts, hand traveling to my breast and squeezing hard. “Who else but me can crack those legs open an’ devour every part of the old you? By the time I spit you back out, you’ll not only be a new woman, but you’ll know who to kneel in front of and wag your tail at with permission,” he adds as he grasps my waist, dragging me onto his lap to face him, seating me on something hard and very much so happy to see me.
“AXIL!”
“I luv me name on yer lips,” he hums, massaging my breast before lifting the dainty fabric and using his teeth to peel off the sticker.
“Wh… ugn!” My back arches and my pussy presses against his dick as his long, thick tongue swirls around the swollen bud before slurping it greedily into his mouth. “Hoooly fffuuuuckkkk,” I tremble as he grabs my ass, grinding my pussy onto him, sucking my nipple so hard I wince, I pull him closer, wanting more. “MORE!” I beg, and he slides a hand up my throat to my lips, opening my mouth and playing with my tongue, wetting his fingers so much my saliva slides down his forearm. He pulls away and blows my mind when he places his sopping wet hand onto my asshole, massaging it while using his other hand to insert and curve his fingers into my soaked pussy in sync, stealing my breath. “I… ahhh, ughnn!” I cry out, stomach tightening, scaring me. “I… I…” Tears well up in my eyes as I clutch his chest, shaking.
“You what, my Dear Glory?” he whispers gently, inserting a finger in my ass.
“N-NO! NO! ST— UGGGNNN!”
“Stop what, Glory?” He takes the uncovered sore nipple and sucks it into him mouth again, this time biting it.
“PL… PLE?—”
“Glory,” he smacks my ass, eliciting tears and a squeak that I never thought would come from me.
“Y… yes, A… A… Sir?” I relax against his chest, whimpering.
“Cum for me,” he whispers with smug grin on his face. It’s like a string snaps as he thrusts his fingers into my ass and crooks his other finger in my pussy. It feels like he’s pressing the same button from different directions and I hate it. I hate it… I fucking hate it, but just as he swore, I break, cumming and shivering against him as if I’m on a block of Alaskan ice.
“Aye, glorious indeed,” he growls, and I hold onto him like he’s my savior himself, never having felt something like this a day in my life.
I have never had a man rule over me with such an iron fist. I’m Glorinda, for God’s sake. I command the room I walk into! I have NEVER succumbed to a man but this one. This one who’s smirking at me in full control as I wither in his arms like a mere puppet… this man owns me.
But when did it happen?