Dear Glory

9. Echoes of Glory

Chapter 9

Echoes of Glory

GLORY

T he sewing matching trudges along as I frustratingly finish the new shirts and dresses I’d been making on a whim. I hold it up, admiring my handy work, but I immediately drop it and groan.

How do I explain the last few days since staying with Axil? I can’t…

For the last three days, my life consists of sleeping and eating… nothing else. He comes to bathe me, brush my teeth, and clothe me. We go for silent walks where I listen to my Walkman and I then read or sew and eat again, but he never speaks to me even though he forces me to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with him every day.

Not only that, but he also makes me sleep next to him every night, claiming that showing me all the love and care in the world will help with this sub drop thing. He doesn’t touch me, and he only climbs in bed, holds me. and goes to sleep, but just in case he did tries something, I put a pillow in between us and forbade him from crossing it. Though I always wind up in his arms. Honestly, all of this is weird and I don’t get it, but I must admit I do feel a lot more clear-headed and back to myself.

Still, I think I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get some real human interaction.

Well, I think it’s my fault… I did tell him I needed time to think and threatened to throw a lamp upside his head if he spoke to me, but I didn’t think he’d actually listen!

How does that make any sense? The man had been hounding me day and night with his letters and touching me every chance he got prior to the party incident, only for him to get me into his home and ignore me just because I said I’d threw a lamp at his head? Really?

“UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH! I’M FREAKING SICK OF THIS!” I scream at the top of my lungs, setting the shirt down and getting up from my chair, pissed. I cannot and will not take another day of this!

I open the door to my studio only for my to mouth drop open in shock and annoyance when I see a bouquet of flowers and a letter! This again?! We just ate, so why is he communicating with me through a letter? Even though I’m upset, I still rip it open and my eyes devour the contents.

Dear Glory,

I miss you.

Yours truly,

Sir.

I don’t think I’ve ever known a more frustratingly annoying man in my life.

“What the hell am I going to do with this man?” I groan to myself, reading the rather simple letter again. If he misses me so much, why doesn’t he just say so?!

Sighing, I take the flowers and set them in the window of my studio, overlooking the marvelous garden and stop through the house, bypassing Lawrence and Fabian, who stand guard at my door as if I’m going to run away.

“Ms. Glory, where a?—”

“WHERE IS SIR?!” I glare, and Lawrence’s eyes go wide, shocked at my outburst, as Fabian clears his throat.

“He’s downstairs in the massage parlor, Ms. Glory.”

“Take me to him!” I demand and like little toy soldiers, they march me downstairs and into a dark room with a sensual and serene ambiance where I see Sir sitting, getting his nails done.

It’s a bit odd seeing a man care for his hygiene like this. The men I know would never be caught having their nails done, though I can see the attractive Indian woman is not using any color polish aside from a clear topcoat meant to strengthen the nail. It’s not too visible or glossy either.

He looks so good sitting there all well-kept with not a speck of dirt under his nails, which has always given me the heebie-jeebies. I never knew how much it really affected me until I saw him do this just now.

“Glory!” he perks up, shooing the lady away. “You came to see me on your own,” he grins and holds his hand out to me. I hesitate for a bit before going over to him and sitting in his lap, sighing because I missed him. But I’m not about to tell him that I’m still mad… slightly. “I missed you,” he tells me and kisses the top of my head.

“I was upstairs… you could have come see me any time,” I raise my brow.

“But you told me not to speak with you,” he reminds me smirking.

“Stop being petty,” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms.

“I wasn’t trying to be,” he chuckles, “I was only listening to my Princess’ orders,” he teases, holding out his arms. I glare at him but I still move into his arms, crawling into his lap. Well, I guess I’m not THAT mad anymore. But I do notice he sounds a lot more American than he did prior. It’s only been three days, but even the small hints of his accent are non-existent.

“Your accent… it’s gone, what did you do in the three days in which you were so-called ‘listening to my orders?’” I run my fingers over his chest hair. Why do I feel so comfortable and like putty in this man’s arms?

“I was working with my speech therapist… I need to make it so my accent never existed.”

“Why?” I question.

“Because I want a new beginning that has nothing to do with my family back in Ireland.” He looks away, but not before I catch the sadness in his eyes.

“Oh… uhm…” I should probably change the subject. I don’t want him to be sad. “Do you have other family aside from Lilian and Robert? Back in Ireland, perhaps?” I question and Sir’s already sad eyes seem to fade to black, and the always cool, calm, and collected heart beats hard against me to such a great degree I rock with it. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, plasters a smile on his face, and shakes his head.

“Not anymore. It’s just me, Lilian, and Robert now,” he answers.

“Oh…” I pause, chewing my lip. “Do they have an accent?” I ask and he gives me crooked smirk, shaking his head.

“They’re about as American as one can be.”

“That’s a shame. I like the accent,” I pout and he chuckles.

“Bloody ’ell lass, yu know how tu drive me crazy,” he grunts and smacks my ass, causing me to shiver.

“I… I don’t know why you have to get rid of it, b-but m-maybe sometimes, when it’s just you and I… I can hear it?” I plead shyly.

“Aye, Glorious, it’ll be our lit’l secret,” he smiles. I don’t know what’s so secret about him having an accent, but I like that I’m privy to it. Crap! That’s not why I came down here! Focus, Glory!

“Sir! I wanted to talk to you!” I set my shoulders firm and narrow my eyes at him.

“Go on.”

I open my mouth, but the words don’t come out. At this point, I don’t even remember what I wanted to say. That always happens when I’m with Sir. He blows my mind and wipes away all the bad thoughts. I just mindlessly exist in his presence.

“I… uhm…”

“Aye, Glory?”

“Well, about the event that you took me to…” I fiddle with my hands, unsure what to say even though just a second ago I had a million words to spew.

“I’m listening,” he encourages me, staring intently into my eyes.

“C-can you tell me more about it?! I… I mean… it seemed like a group of people with the same interest colligating in one place and I’m j-just curious… how does that happen? An-and more importantly, why did you take me when I’m not like that?” I finish.

“Hm…” he leans back in his massage chair before standing and carrying me over to an extremely large, jetted tub. “Alright, I’ll answer. However, since it’s been a while, let me service you in the process.”

“Service me? Like how?” I question as he sets me down.

“How else, Princess? Join me for a bath?” He turns on the water and adds some beads and a eucalyptus scent that has me breathing deeply and sighing.

“But I showered th-this morning!”

“So? Is there a such thing as being too clean?” he chuckles.

“I… supposed not.” I grunt, watching him disrobe, looking yummy. I surprise myself when I let him take my clothes off, uncaring that we are not alone as Fabian and Lawrence are standing guard facing us as we make our way into the massive in-ground pool-like tub.

“So where do you want me to start?” he asks as he swirls around.

“From the top… tell me everything so that way I can’t question your integrity towards me or your intentions. I need to know what this is and what you want from me,” I let him know straight forwardly.

“Okay. Well first, as you know, my sexual tendencies and preferences lean a bit different from… normal. I’m a part of a community of individuals who feel the same but have varying sexual inclinations. The community is massively referred to as BDSM.”

“What does that acronym mean?” I question but he shakes his head.

“Well, it’s not an acronym. It’s an umbrella term but in totality it means Bondage and

Discipline, Domination and Submission, and Sadism and Masochism, and in that, I lean more toward the latter two… and I’m what you would call a Dom.”

“Dom? Domination… sadism…what does all of that mean?” I place a hand on my chest, heart doing black flips, but after calming down some I see that I’m genuinely curious about this lifestyle and him.

“Hmm… to put it plainly, it means dominant. If you take the literal definition, it means to havea commanding position over, or to overlook something or someone.” He eyes me, doing back strokes and stepping between my legs.

“Oh… and Bunny mentioned submissive… is that literal too? Because if so, I don’t think I’m like that at all,” I scowl and he chuckles.

“Maybe not with others, but in front of me, Bunny, or Wolf, you were exactly that, readyto conform to the authority or will of others… meeklyobedientor passive.” I’m left speechless because he’s not wrong. I could barely form a sentence in front of them…

“W-why w-was that? A-and why didn’t you say anything or get angry? I don’t understand you or them! If someone is sexually attracted to someone else and they are together, shouldn’t the partner be angry? It’s cheating!” I smash my fist against the water, accidentally splashing him, but he doesn’t get upset. Sir never gets upset with me.

“Why were you submissive? Well that’s easy. It’s because it’s in your nature to be quiet in front of a person of more authority than you. While some have to fight for others to respect them, others wield it like Wolf and Bunny. It’s second nature to them.”

“I don’t get it! How can Bunny be dominant but …” I trail off.

“But enjoy being dominated by his wife? Or being submissive to her? They are what you call a switch couple. They interchange their roles, but it’s usually Wolf who’s leading. I told you they’re a fun couple,” he shrugs and I frown.

“But they and you… they are outwardly seeking other people and sometimes from the same sex... isn’t that cheating and gay?!” I grit out, but I’m astonished to see him shake his head.

“It’s not cheating since the both of them are aware and only play together. They were like that before they even got together and ultimately married. They, like myself, enjoy watching their partners in bed with others. You don’t need to have romantic feelings for a person to enjoy their company. And they both are attracted to both sexes, so it’s bisexuality,” he states, throwing me for a loop.

“Bisexual?” I frown.

“When you’re attracted to both sexes… man and a woman,” he explains and I snort, having heard the term several times, but it doesn’t make sense.

“Well, I don’t understand. Isn’t gay just gay?,” I frown, confused since that’s all I’ve ever heard in my life. These new terms are making my head hurt, but I don’t want to offend him or sound ignorant. I’m always willing to learn when taught, I just think he’s throwing so much at me… I wasn’t expecting his lifestyle to be so complicated.

“Gay men are not attracted to women and would not get erect due to a woman. A woman who’s into women would hardly get wet for a penis. So there’s a difference… like your pussy getting wet when Wolf said she wants to eat you out,” he calls me out and my eyes widen at having been caught.

“Well… y-y-you’re not wrong,” I admit. “I suppose what you’re saying is valid b…but what about you?! I saw how you interact with Lawrence and Fabian a-and you didn’t stop Bunny f-from licking you d-down there,” I chew my lip curious and duck into the water, blowing bubbles, trying to hide how embarrassed and turned on I am from thinking about it. I glance over to the door where Lawrence breaks out in coughs and Fabian seems to be holding back a laugh.

“Lawrence? And Fabian?” he pauses cocking his head to the side. “There is nothing going on with us. I’ve personally never had an inclination toward men,” he cocks his head to the side, thinking about it. “Bunny however… that was new and I was in the moment. It didn’t feel too bad, and I’m willing to explore more, though I wouldn’t go as far as to call myself bisexual based off that one encounter,” he explains and I sit up, trying to rationalize his words. “If I’m honest, if you really want to know what turns me on, it is not the thought of me fucking them, but the thought of them fucking you! ” he grins devilishly and I sputter.

“Wh— WHAT?!”

“What’s so hard to believe?”

“I… it just is!”

“I can’t help it, Princess. It simply turns me on to see my woman in the throes of ecstasy and being fucked. It’s useless to ask me why when I can’t explain it myself. It’s been like this for a long time.” I look from him to Fabian and Lawrence, and I hate to admit that the thought doesn’t sound so bad. They are all fine, and I know they are packing heavy-weight champions. Maybe— A smack on my ass perturbs my thoughts.

“I’m dying to know what’s got you staring at over there,” Sir grins.

“Nothing!” I squeak

“Are you sure?” he grins mischievously.

“I… IWASN’TTHINKINGABOUTANYTHING!” I squeeze my eyes shut tight and he chuckles.

“Okay Glorious. No need to defend yourself so adamantly. While I am possessive, I’m also greedy, so whatever that sexy brain of your conjures, I’m sure I’d be at least somewhat willing to accommodate,” he growls and grasps my foot, placing a kiss on it. What was I just thinking?!

I have always been a monogamous woman. One partner has been plenty aside from Linus whose dick was smaller than an ant’s leg, but now just because Sir’s words, I’m thinking all types of things I never would have before.

“C… ehem,” I clear my throat. “Can I ask you about your wife?”

“You can ask me anything,” he answers without hesitation.

“Then why me when she seems to be willing to do everything you like? What makes me special?” I voice and he laughs.

“First off, Idina is a non-factor. I said I like to see my woman in the throes of ecstasy. She was just a plaything that became addicted after getting a taste of this dick, now she wants to keep it. That was never part of the deal. Besides, I had my eyes on something better even before the papers where filed,” he smiles devilishly. “And second, you asked what makes you special?”

“Y… yes.”

“Everything, Glorious. Does a person have to pinpoint a specific quality about a person that they choose to spend their life with aside from how they make that person feel?”

“N-no, I suppose not.”

“Exactly, but regardless, you’re special because I said so. You’re special because of what I saw in you the first day I met you… since that day, I had to have you.”

“That seems to imply you knew me prior,” I rebut, eyes narrowed.

“Maybe.”

“For how long?”

“Long enough to become addicted,” he grins and shrugs.

“So you’re not going to tell me?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, I don’t need to know.” I turn away from him, feeling odd. Why the heck do I find this creepy situation attractive? “A-anyway, as I was saying earlier, I still don’t get it.”

“Please refresh my memory, Princess. I was a bit distracted,” he wiggles his brow and stands, big ass dick bobbing in the water. Whew…

“I was… uhm… just… sadist… wh… what’s that?” I ask, remembering when Bunny said that he has sadistic tendencies. He raises a brow coming over to me. I try to look anywhere except there, but his dick is just in the way in every line of vision, so I close my eyes, only to moan out loud when he squeezes my foot.

“Well that, my Dear Glory, is the inclination to take pleasure in the suffering of others, whether that is by inflicting it or witnessing it…”

“That’s horrible,” I counter.

“So you think, Glorious. But I think you would flood this tub from a little humiliation..” He yanks my foot up, kissing the bottom, making me shudder.

“I… I won’t!”

“Oh but I bet. You. Will.” He slides his tongue up the sole of my foot before slurping my toe into his mouth, making my arms go weak and my pussy clench.

“UGN!. L-let go!” I moan.

“And why would I do that when I’m so close to proving you wrong, Glorious?” He, sucks on each toe, sliding his tongue between each one, forcing a strangled noise to escape me.

“Oh God, st-stop!”

“But why, Glorious?” he presses the bottom of my foot and I shiver, my wetness flooding into the pool.

“Please… stop!” I whine, throwing my head back, pussy throbbing.

“Yu want me tu stop, Glory? Then tell me to stop like yu mean it,” he goads, grasping my other foot, massaging them hard before he yanks me over. To my bewilderment, he places his dick between both my feet and thrusts, knocking the air from my lungs from how deliriously fucking good it feels.

“JESUS, YES!” I scream, feeling the satin-like flesh of his dick against the soles of my feet making my pussy cream in the worst way. His thrusts are slow but hard, and he watches me intently, taking in my every facial expression.

“Fuck, you look so good right now, Glorious,” he groans, dick twitching.

“Sir, stop! Stop!” I try to yank my feet away, but it just makes him fuck my feet harder. My pussy unwillingly clenches tighter, begging for something to grasp onto. “PLEASE STOP!” I scream in fear, but it’s too late. Warm gushes of thick cum hit my feet as Sir watches me with lecherous eyes as he continues fucking my feet and massaging his cum along them.

It’s too much! It’s too much! It’s too much!

“AHHHHH SSIIIRRRR!” I scream, body convulsing as I fall back, unable to support myself, pussy squirting in the water. I have never cum from being fucked by my feet. Having always had sensitive feet, I never liked people touching them for fear of what would happen, and now I know I was right!

“I’ve had enough… can’t take anymore. I need to leave… I’m going to die!” I gasp for air but Sir snatches me up by my throat.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going when it’s just getting good, Glorious?” he snarls and slams into me, making me arch my back so much I hear it crack as my slippery cum-soaked toes cross.

“NOOOOOOO!!!! AAAHHHHH UGNNNNN! FUCKKKK! STOP!” I cry, beating on his chest, really feeling like I’ll die if he keeps going.

“No? Do you mean that, Princess? Because the way your pussy is clenching tells me otherwise. The way you’re wrapped around me in a vice grip says you want me to keep fucking you,” he grunts, pounding inside of me.

“PLEASSSEEE! PLEASE STOP! I CAN’T TAKE IT!” I whine, voice and splashing water echoing around the room, amplifying the salaciousness of the situation.

“Oh, is Sir’s little slut close? I think so, just listen to you! You sound so beautiful! Should I record it to listen to it later? I think so… now scream louder so the entire estate can hear you!” he grunts, getting harder at the thought of others hearing me.

“PLEASE SIIIIRRR! N...O MORE!” I dig my nails into his skin, crying, snotty nose and in tears begging him to stop, but his dick throbs inside me while I continue holding on for dear life.

“Please what?! Oh, you want more!?” His voice cracks and his eyes widen in excitement as they cut over to the door. I spin to see where he’s looking and stars dot my vision. “YOU nasty little slut,” he growls and pulls out of me, voice dripping with venom, making me woozy as he flips me and leans me over the edge of the inground tub where the jet assaults my clit before slamming to me once more.

“NNNOOOOOO!!!!!” Oh God, yes!

“Does my little slut want more of Sir’s dick, huh?” he grasps my ass, spreading my cheeks and spitting on my asshole. “You want more, huh?! Look at them! Which one?! Which do you want to fuck this tight little asshole?!” he teases and massages my asshole, fucking me viciously. I sway, making inhuman sounds, barely able to keep my head up or think between him fucking me with that python between his legs, his finger in my ass, and the water jets beating up my clit.

“PLEASE… ST…UGHHNNN!” I choke out, head lulling down, but he grasps the back of my head, beating my back in, dick pulsing inside me while whispering in my ear. I feel like I’m going to break!

“Look at them, Glory!” He forces me to turn my head to Lawrence and Fabian. “Do you see how much your sexy voice is turning them on?! Do you see?!” He fucks me in choppy motions and my breathing comes out in short pants as I close my eyes, but he swats my ass so hard I know it’ll leave a handprint. “FUCKING LOOK!” he demands and I cut my eyes to them, both sporting long thick dick prints that promise things I can’t dare ask for, but my pussy clenches at the thought and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“I SEE! UGH, FUCK!” I choke out.

“Which…” he pants. “Which one?” he grunts in my ear, dick pulsing more and more.

“I… BOTH” I WHINE. “I W-UGN… I WANT B-BOTH SIR… PLEASE!” I cry out of breath, body seizing violently, shaking as Sir lets out a strangled grunt.

“Holy fucking shit! That’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” he releases my head and I fall forward, twitching uncontrollably and halfway unconscious as Sir fucks me so hard and fast I start speaking words I don’t think are even human. He shoves so deep into my pussy that he smashes my ass as his dick literally pulses inside of me while letting out a bear-like roar.

“FUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKK YEEEAHHHHHHHHH!” he jerks, falling forward. “Aye… just… fucking… Glorious. But I hear you, and your wish is truly my command,” he pants, kissing the nape of my neck as my vision fades to black, unsure what wish he’s talking about, yet uncaring. I just want to sleep.