Dear Glory

6. A Blaze of Glory

Chapter 6

A Blaze of Glory

GLORY

K isses being peppered over my body wake me from my soundless nap.

“I’m here, Glory,” Axil coos, sitting on the limo floor beside me, shocking me and causing me to sit up, shaken.

“Did I fall asleep?!” I rub my eyes, yawning.

“Aye,” he chuckles with a nod.

“Wh-what? How long was I asleep for?” I smooth my ponytail back, a bit shocked that I’d fall asleep so easily. I have never fallen asleep after cumming. In fact, I’m usually more energized and ready to tackle the day after sex. I guess he was right about the others not doing it right.

“Not long,” he pauses and checks his watch, shrugging. “Maybe thirty, forty minutes,” he answers and my mouth drops open, flabbergasted.

“Thirty, or forty minutes?!” I gape at him wide and misty-eyed. Talk about the perfect sleeping pill!

“Do you need a reminder, Glory?” he questions and eyes me mischievously. I shake my head profusely, making him chuckle. “I thought so. Shall we go then?”

I glance away, nodding, and he knocks on the limo window, and the door pops open. I go to crawl over him and exit, but he gently shoves me back, cutting his eyes to me and scowling.

“I—”

“I don’t know the man you fucked with who made you crawl over him to present yourself first, but that ain’t me, luv.” He raises a brow, clearly pissed, grasping my face firmly but still ever so gently. “You walk when I say walk. You exit only when I give the okay… and cum when I deem it fine to do so. Do you follow?” I’m impressed…

“Yes, Sir,” I nod… surprised at how turned on I am by how he’s commanding me. I’ve never liked to be told what to do, but somehow this man’s word and his enigmatic aura makes me want to follow him effortlessly.

“Who do you belong to?” he growls.

“Me,” I reply immediately, and he chuckles.

“I bet you I can make you change that tone by the end of the night.” He leans in and kisses me and I accept.

“I look forward to you being right,” I purr with challenge and his eyes light up as he reaches inside his pocket, fastens the mask on my face, and steps out. Ohhh, so that’s what he swiped from the counter and put in his pocket…

He stands up straight, fixing his coat, then holds his hand out to me, which I contently take and step out behind him. I’m slightly intimidated by all the eyes on us. While I’m used to commanding attention, I’m not used to… wearing such revealing clothes. However, for some reason, maybe because my face is hidden behind a mask, I’m not as scared as I thought I would be when Axil strips my coat from my person.

When he takes my hand again and leads me through the crowd, I feel like a prized stallion being shown off, and I’m not mad at it. It might be vain, but I love when my man shows me off. Axil is clearly proud to be walking next to me, and I find that sexy as hell. A man who knows my worth is a man worth getting to know.

In addition, I quickly gather that I’m not the only one in such revealing clothes, so that helps too. There are men and women alike who are wearing less than I have on, but still, all eyes in the room are not on me, but on Axil, who’s like a beacon in the night. He walks effortlessly as the crowd parts for him.

“Axil, where are we?” I whisper curiously, but he doesn’t answer, making me pout. I’m not going to let him ignore me as he pleases. “Axil, what’s go—” He glances back and places a finger upon my lips, shushing me.

“Here, you are not permitted to call me by my name.” Oh… is this some secret masquerade event or something?

“O…okay,” I nod quickly. “Th-then what am… then what am I supposed to call you?” I pout, cocking my head to the side and he chuckles.

“What do you want to call me?” I swallow unsure at his question, but for some reason, the name that suits him tumbles from my lips, leaving me to feel embarrassed…

“S-Sir?”

“Aye, that suits me well,” he winks and my heart flutters.

“I’m glad you like it, Sir.”

“I do… more than you know.” Pleasure fills me down to the deepest part of me I didn’t know was empty.

“S… so uhm… where is this exactly?” I look around the immaculately decorated yard and can deduce several things, but I can only focus on three. One: whoever put this event on has a massive budget. Two: they are freaky as hell, and three: Ax— I mean Sir is clearly no stranger to this kind of stuff.

“It’s simply a place we can enjoy ourselves indiscriminately,” he answers nonchalantly.

“Enjoy ourselves like how? Like that?” I point to a couple getting busy in the corner on the stairs skeptically, and he laughs.

“Aye… just. Like. That.” He steals a kiss, shocking me for real this time because he can’t be serious… right? But I don’t get to ask since I’m afraid of his answer and just allow him to lead me through the crowd, where I catch more women and men alike eyeing him with desperation.

When he finally stops, we are at a round table where a few other people are sitting, but upon seeing us, their hushed conversation turns quiet.

“Mr. O’Hara! I was not aware you were attending tonight’s show. You are usually not one for watching.” A tall, manly yet extraordinarily gorgeous French man wearing a girly bunny costume, thong, and heels speaks. He’s accompanied by a petite, pretty Black woman in a wolf costume who comes over beaming.

“I only came to enjoy the show with Princess. Isn’t she lovely?” he boasts, twirling me around and for some reason I feel giddy.

“My, my, I can see why you’re showing off such a beauty. Are you sharing tonight?” the woman’s eyes roam over me in such a lustful way taking me aback and I shyly look away. Even if she’s small and pretty, the big energy that radiates off her is on a level that has my heart skipping a beat.

“I’m not sure yet. It all depends on Glory.” He kisses my cheek, taking a seat, and I quickly plop down on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and laying my head on his shoulder. Hold on… did they say share… as in SHARE share? That share? No, I must be wrong… but he sure proves me wrong. “What do you think, Princess? Are you willing?”

“M-me?” I point to myself with wide eyes giving them an Eartha Kitt look.

“Aye. What do you say? Care to make some new friends? Bunny and Wolf are good playmates.” he nibbles my ear, whispering seductively and making me tremble in his arms. O-oh… is that all he means? Just new friends.

“W-well…”

“How cute,” the bunny man laughs. “Are you nervous?”

“Not really. I’m just… quietly observing, for now, if you’re worth getting to know,” I answer coyly and they all stare at me shocked before bursting out laughing,

“Oooo, how fun and tenacious! You have a good one!” the Bunny man claps and the Wolf lady wraps her arms around him and pulls him to her side in a very mannish way.

“I agree. I like this one a lot. Definitely put us on your play card if you have room,” she licks her lips and I have to look away which, again shocks the hell out of me since I’m not one to break eye contact easily. “Come on, Bunny. I want to dance,” she tells him as she smacks his ass and he jumps, giggling and wrapping his arms around her in a rather feminine way, which is quite striking considering how tall and wide he is compared to her small stature.

“Well, you enjoy the festivities. When you’re ready, we’ll be around,” Bunny whispers against Wolf’s lips as she nods. The music starts up and he and Wolf sway to it in their own world while I take in the avant-garde scene with the eyes of a newborn baby calf.

“Well, Princess, what do you think?” he whispers in my ear, running a hand down my back, causing me to shudder.

“I’m still debating honestly…” I glance back at him and he smirks but I glare. “More than this party that you’ve brought me too… why do you keep calling me a princess when I told you I don’t like it?” I purse my lips and his eyes run over me with question.

“Why do you hate being called princess? I think it fits you well,” he counters.

“Because princesses get trapped in towers and oppressed. I hate that kind of thing,” I spit, thinking he’ll get mad. To my surprise, he sits up, takes my head in his hands, and kisses my lips sweetly, staring at me intently. “W-what?” I stammer, trying to look away, but he forces me to keep eye contact.

“You are precious, just like a princess. You deserve to be adored, worshiped and doted on.”

“Th-then why not a queen?”

“Because queens have duty and obligations, Princesses get to sit around, play, and get fucked for being good girls,” he winks before letting me go and I feel my already dipping wet pussy juices soak his pants. Well… I guess being a princess doesn’t sound so bad.

I’m still dazed and in my thoughts when a group of women come over.

“Mr. O’Hara! Hi!” They gather around us, giggling in all sizes and ethnicities. Tall, big, small, short, Black, Asian… they’re beautiful, and their confidence is on another level.

“Babies,” he nods in greeting, and my body goes stiff. Did he just call women baby in front of me?

“We were standing by when you told Wolf that you’ll share later, and we were wondering when and if we can play too?!” the tall Asian lady with pigtails steps forward, clasping her hands together, pleading.

“Sorry ladies. I’m only making room for one time slot today so as not to overwhelm her… maybe next time.” He gives a thin-lipped apologetic smile and they deflate with a groan.

“Awww, maybe next time.” They grab hands and walk off, mingling with others.

“What was that about?” I question, but instead of answering, he lifts me so that I’m facing him and eyes me intently.

“What?”

“You just called them baby I front of me… I don’t like it,” I cross my arms pouting and he gently places kisses all over me.

“It’s not what you think Princess. In this lifestyle, a baby is just term used to identify a position a person carries. It is not necessarily a term of endearment, though for their partners it can indeed be used as a term of endearment.”

“Hmm, I see…” Is this some kind of club that only freaky people participate in? “S-so is Princess a moniker o-or a term of endearment with you?” I inquire and his eyes blaze.

“Both. You’re my Bratty Princess and it’s what I like to call you along with other things, like Glory, Glorious, Sir’s little slut,” he smirks but my mouth falls open, faltering, like the blue and grey loading bars on my computer when I try to boot that son of a bitch up… Did he just call me a slut?

“I don’t like being called out my name,” I warn him. “That will be your only warning,” I glare and he laughs like what I’m saying is funny or something, but I’m serious. I really hate being called out of my name. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves.

“My little slut isn’t me calling you out of your name. It’s well… it’s a term of endearment. You might not like it now, but when it is time and you’re in the moment, you’ll bask in it,” he winks and I don’t get him at all, but I know one thing… I like him… probably more than I should, considering he’s married.

But his cool confidence, his mysterious aura, and the way he never backs down even if I challenge him... the power the man wields over me without completely taking away my free will and choice makes my pussy quiver and drool for him.

He’s a man my dad could never intimidate. More than anything, he makes me drunk on him without having to have even the smallest sip of wine.

“Someone looks starved,” he chuckles, running his thumb over my lip, and stomach tightens… I want him…

“I am, Sir.”

“For what?”

“You, Sir,” I purr, laying my head against him, shaking, wanting him to touch me again.

“Well then, tell me what you want me to do.” He’s teasing me… he knows exactly what I want from him without voicing it, but like I said, I’m not one to back down from a challenge… even if it is embarrassing.

“I…I want Sir to touch me,” I answer.

“Where?” he fires off huskily with heavily lidded eyes.

“I—” I falter once again. Does he really want me to say it out loud?

“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 my lips. “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, and that is 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 watch others do 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 facade, 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 situation and me.

“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.

“Oh Dear Glory… it seems you’re more sensitive than I thought. Look at these walls seizing for me,” he grunts in amazement.

“Si… Sir,” I vibrate and shiver, but he only smiles, picking up the next sphere. “S-S-S-S-Sir… pu-puhlease no!” My stomach begins quivering, but that doesn’t stop him from spreading my pussy lips for all to see and nudging it further. I can’t even keep my composure as wetness drips from me so much that creaminess coats his hand.

“Yer doin’ so well Glorious. Yer Sir is so proud,” he licks his lips.

“Th-thank you, Sir,” I cry out, shocking myself.

“Aye. Yer a good girl, righ’?” he asks and I nod, wanting more praise and biting my lip.

“I-I’m a g-good g-girl.”

“Aye, yu are. Now can Sir’s good girl stand up fer me?” he huskily asks, accent coming out thicker.

“Stand?” I blink because he’s lost his mind. He wants me to stand with these things inside me?! Impossible!

But my body, feeling high, moves on its own as I shakenly stand on the table, pussy bare, juices dripping down my legs and landing on the table as Sir watches.

“Glorious,” he breathes out as “Redlight Special” by TLC starts to play in the background, panting as tears well up in my eyes. Though it’s not from the humiliation, but from the cold and the high I feel as my pussy continuously contracts for all to see. Although they don’t matter. Only he does. “Will you dance wit’ me, Glory?” he grunts and I can see his dick print even standing all the way up here. Wait… is he… is he turned on by this? By people watching me?

I’m having an out-of-body experience as, without question, my hips begin swaying and the spheres in my pussy clack together, making my pussy wetter as I clench my pelvic muscles tighter.

This situation is unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life. I’m in some alternate reality where I’m the main female character and Axil… My Sir is the male lead. Only he and I and what he does for me and to me matter. Those around us are the readers of our beautifully written and obscene start to our relationship.

In turn, Sir’s words wash over me like lemonade on a hot summer day. I want to see YOU . He wants to see me? What part of me… and why? Does he mean the real me? Even I don’t know the real me. I have been nothing but this version of me, so what other version is there?

I don’t entirely know, but what I do know is that he wants me to dance and I want to give him everything he desires.

With my eyes locked in on him and my pussy dripping, I sway my hips seductively to the sound of TLC on the loudspeakers. I slide my hands up and down my body, moaning as my still sore and exposed nipple grazes against the translucent textile of the dress, rolling my hips so that my ass, which is now on full display for him, is able to be seen, unobstructed by the dress.

Something takes over me and all the years of ballet and contemporary come together and I start freestyling moves, making them as sexy as possible. While I can hear the crowd gasp, ooo, and ahh, all I can see is Sir. All I want is Sir. All I desire is his approval and his understanding.

“Glory,” I hear him mutter, biting his bottom lip, growling while squeezing his dick to keep it under control. “Come here,” he beckons as I immediately step down onto the chair he’s sitting on with my foot in the middle of his crotch, but I quickly pivot and burst into a split, spreading my legs wide open for him to see.

But he throws me for a loop when he hefts me up and spins me around, legs still spread in a split. He shocks the fuck out of me when he unzips his dress pants and pulls out his dick, slapping that son of a bitch right against my belly.

I’m so stunned that those cold balls inside slide from me one by one, but I can’t concentrate from how fat and got damn long his dick is! It’s so big it nearly touches my ribcage and thicker than my wrist. Something that big would hurt…

“Sit on it, Glorious,” he demands as he grasps the back of my neck, lifting my ass to help position me on top of it, but it’s no help at all. My pussy just settles on top of his width. Sh-shit!

“I… oh, fuck, S-Sir! I n-need h-help,” I drunkenly moan. There’s no way I’ll be able to handle something of this magnitude.

“Any volunteers?” he voices, making me frown. I look back at him to see he’s looking beyond me. When I turn, electricity jolts to my pussy when I see everyone at the party watching us with lecherous eyes.

“SIR… I… WE?—”

“Shhhh, I got you, Glorious,” he coos in my ear, calming my panic, but I can feel cum oozing from his dick, wetting my pussy.

“UGGNN!” I shake, accidentally sliding down over the head of his dick.

“FUCK!” he grunts.

“I believe that’s my cue,” Mr. Bunny says as he comes over. If I wasn’t already flustered, flabbergasted, and fucked up in the head, it gets worse when Fabien and Lawrence grasp my legs and bend my knees to help leverage me while Mr. Bunny falls to his knees and takes a swipe at my pussy with Sir’s dick inside.

“WH—”

“Mmm, magnifique, si m?r et sucré.” (Mmm beautiful, so ripe and sweet.) He drools on my pussy, licking up Sir’s shaft and suckling right where we connect. I fall back, moaning when it eases the slight burn from Sir’s thickness.

“UGHN, YES! FUCK!” I close my eyes, grasping Mr. Bunny’s head and placing his right where I want him… in the spot Sir and I connect to ease the pain, right on my clit.

“Aye, Glorious, take it… take what you want. Show how much you need it,” Sir whispers in my ear, dick pulsing inside me as he gently rocks inside me, making me cry out and cream even more.

“Oui! Oui! Nourris-moi davantage madame!” (Yes! Yes! Feed me more, ma’am)

“Relax Bunny…” I hear sweetly and open my eyes, even though I’m seeing stars. I lose my breath when I see the pretty Ms. Wolf behind Bunny with a strap-on dick easing into him as his mouth waters on my pussy. At the same time, Sir wraps his arms around my neck and it’s as if him and Ms. Wolf are in synch. They both slam into me and Bunny, ever so slightly cutting off my circulation while grasping my ass, fucking me insanely hard as Ms. Wolf moans while Bunny grunts and begs for more, slurping on Sir and me.

It’s too much! My heart is going to explode. I feel… I feel… I feel… tears spill from my eyes as my body reaches scary heights. My breathing runs short and my mind goes blank.

“SIR! SIR! AHHHHH OHHHH! FUCK! I CAN’T brEATHE! PLEASE!” I say the first thing that comes to mind while he fucks me raw and Mr. Bunny eats my pussy and slurps on his dick.

“Aye Glory, take this dick! Dinna fight it show me! Break fer me!” he demands, fucking me hard while his cool calm and collected yet excited voice eggs me on and makes me slam down on the spot I’ve never felt a man touch. Simultaneously, Mr. Bunny sucks on my clit like it’s his life’s calling while Ms. Wolf leans on his back, sweating from exertion. Her eyes are glazed over as she pumps, and I can tell she’s going to cum. The depravity calls to me, making me feel ungodly amounts of pleasure.

“HOFLJSLJ’LFMFUCKINGFKJALFSHIT I’M—” My words sound like a grumbled fucking mess, but I don’t care. The freedom, exhilaration, and euphoria that washes over me as a pleasure so mind-numbingly superb wracks my body and sends my mind into a stratosphere I don’t even think is on Earth.

My juices gush from me and Sir squeezes my neck tight, pulling from me, but that doesn’t stop me from cumming. The action sends a second wave crashing over me as Sir spurts cum all over my pussy and Bunny’s face, which he laps up while grunting and cumming. I see Wolf reach her hands around him, jerking his dick and playing with his balls and slimy cum.

I don’t know how long we sit in the aftermath of our lust-induced coma as Sir takes my lips in a greedy, nasty kiss while Bunny holds Wolf, rocking and petting her as she hugs him tight.

“Good job, Glorious. I’m so proud of you. You are meant for me. Good girl, I adore you. Sir is so pleased, and you made him feel the best he’s felt in his life.” The compliments rain from his lips like water and I bask in it, mind still rumbling until I can’t take any more and slump over tired, falling asleep in his arms.