19. Glory be Thy Name
Chapter 19
Glory be Thy Name
GLORY
“ A re you done crying, Glorious?” Sir cleans my snotty nose, and I sniffle, shaking my head, wailing against his chest.
“I was so scared!” I cry and he chuckles, shushing me.
“You don’t have to be scared for me, Glorious,” he rubs my head, smoothing my hair down. “You don’t know this about me, but I’m one resilient son of a bitch,” he tells me and holds me tight.
“Yeah, but you don’t know my dad. When he says he’s going to do something, he means it. Your life is about to turn into a living hell, and it’s all because of me.
“You’re adorable, Glorious, but that’s far from the truth. You have done nothing but make my life worthwhile and beautiful from the moment I laid I eyes on you. It was truly love at first sight. I knew from the beginning you were sent from heaven. That’s why I call you Glory,” he sighs and I smack his chest, blowing my nose, having heard enough of his shenanigans.
“Okay now you’re laying it on too thick,” I chuckle, finally sitting up and feeling a tad bit better.
“The only thing I lay on you thick is this, Glorious,” he grunts as he takes my hand, placing it on his semi hard-on.
“How can you be erect in a moment like this?! You almost died!” I sneer.
“That’s a good question… maybe I’ve developed Autassassinophilia?” He rubs his chin and I cock my head to the side.
“Autassassinophilia?”
“When one derives sexual pleasure and arousal by the thought and/or risk of being killed,” he wiggles his brows and I gasp, horrified and smacking his chest really hard this time.
“D-don’t you dare! No! Hell no!” I grit out in warning, and he pulls me into a hug, laughing.
“I’m only joking. Though now that I think on it, I do have dacryphilia, which is when someone is aroused by tears or sobbing. That’s not so bad, huh?” he hooks his hand under my chin, tugging it up. “How can you blame me when you cry so beautifully?”
“How can those even be a thing?” I mutter, shaking my head, and he shrugs.
“The world is full of weirdos like your husband,” he laughs and kisses my lips. Husband…
“Are we really married?” I eye him skeptically. “I didn’t say anything in front of my dad because I was trying to save your life, but I find it hard to believe that Idina would just grant you a divorce so easily considering she showed up with every intention of rekindling your love,” I pout and he snorts with deadpan eyes.
“There was never anything to rekindle and she knows it,” he answers dryly.
“I highly doubt that. I wouldn’t be surprised if that woman popped up out of nowhere claiming you’ve committed bigamy,” I groan and roll my eyes.
“You do not have to worry about that. She decided to go somewhere far away. That was the real reason she dropped the kids off… so I could take custody,” he reveals, and I scowl, truly disgusted.
“How could she give up custody of such angels?! How are they? Did they cry when she left? Did she even say goodbye to them?”
“They are unbothered. Idina was by no means a good mother. I hired nannies for my children who took care of them while I was away. When they said their goodbyes, it was with smiles on their faces, so you don’t have to worry about them.”
“Humph! What a terrible woman. I hope she never shows up in front of them again, even if she’s asking for forgiveness!”
“There’s nothing to forgive. They said their peace. Now she has lie in the bed that she herself chose… I gave her multiple ways to see things my way, but I take exception to anything that upsets you. She left knowing that, so…”
“What a despicable woman,” I snort but as Sir said… she made her bed, and now she has to lie in it. “When can we go home again?” I ask, and he rubs my back.
“Soon, we’ll rest here for a bit as the house is being cleaned,” he lets me know.
“There isn’t a speck of dust in that house, though. Can’t we just go home? I love Bunny and Wolf’s house, but I want to get in my own bed,” I pout and he chuckles.
“It’s… I simply don’t want anything Idina touched to remain. Just be patient for me, Glorious.”
“Okay,” I sigh, deflating, wanting to rest as I feel a headache coming on.
“What’s wrong Glorious?”
“My head hurts, and I’m sleepy from crying for so long,” I admit, heaving a heavy sigh.
“Aww,” he places his hands in my head with his thumbs on my temple. “I’m sorry… it’s my fault,” he apologizes, and he’s not lying. Sir has been the source of my headaches from the moment I met him at the hotel.
“I wouldn’t call it fault, but I will say you’ve contributed greatly,” I tease.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, but I’m not surprised provided there’s never a dull moment with you. It begs the question… what will the next years of my life with you look like?” I’m saying this to him playfully, but I mean it. I feel like I’ve willingly placed myself in the dark, blindfolded whilst Sir guides me around in the broad daylight with a collar around my neck and leash in his hand. It’s a strange feeling knowing at any moment, I can take off the blindfold and release myself of the shackles this man has bound me by. However, he and I both know I won’t ever do such a meaningless thing.
“That’s true. Days are certainly going to be eventful going forward,” he smiles as he continues massaging my head.
“Eventful?”
“Do you trust me?” he whispers sitting back, and I frown, rolling my eyes.
“I took your side in a standoff with my own father… what kind of question is that?” I raise a brow and he chuckles.
“True.” He places gentle kisses upon my faces, making way to my lips. “My Glorious’ trust in me is impeccable.” His kisses trail down and before I know it, I’m on my back, with him smirking down at me.
“It is,” I agree.
“Then can I ask you a question?” he spreads my legs, kissing down my belly, sliding down to the bush covering my pussy and inhaling deeply.
“Y…ugn… you c-can ask… you can ask me an -anything, S-Sir!” I jump, shaking when his tongue parts my pussy lips.
“Then…. if you and I could have children… what would you name them?” he questions as he kisses my clit and I go still at the unexpected inquiry, especially in this situation.
“I… well… I don’t know. Si… since I’ve always known I couldn’t have kids, I n-never played the naming game. C-can I think about it?” I chew my lip and he slurps my pussy into his mouth with a hum.
“Yes Glorious, take all the time you need,” he coos as he gently slips two fingers in my pussy, crooking his fingers up, causing my back to arch off the bed and my toes to curl.
“Ughhnnn!” I tremble at his touch, having missed it over the past few days.
“Relax, Dear Glory. This heavenly pussy is still swollen,” he sucks my pussy lip into his mouth. “If you buck against my hand like that, it’ll stay swollen for long and Sir won’t be able to fuck it.” He swirls his fingers around inside, sucking my clit before he pulls away and picks me up. He sits me so slowly onto his dick that it hurts more from how bad I want him than from how swollen I am.
“SIR!” My legs shake and he kisses me all over as he bottoms out, reaching my depths. I start to feel lightheaded from how good he feels buried inside me. How can I let this feeling go? I think while slowly rocking my hips.
“That’s it, Glorious. Take what you need. Take any and everything you want from me,” he grunts, whispering in my ear, coaxing me further.
“I…I’m taking it, Sir,” I groan, throwing my head back, grinding and swirling my wetness around, eyes crossing from how sensitive I am.
“You’re such a good girl, Glorious. You listen to Sir so well.” He runs his hand down my back to my ass, squeezing it.
“Oh!” I tremble, bucking against him when he rubs against a spot that makes me melt.
“Hmm, it seems my Glorious found a good spot,” he gravely murmurs into my ear, smacking my ass. “Fuck… Glorious, you feel so good. Who owns this pussy?” he groans and squeezes me tight.
“Sir! Sir owns this pussy!” I greedily fight for what I want.
“And who owns Sir completely?” he asks as he speeds up.
“I do!”
“No! Tell me who owns Sir? Who owns Sir completely?! Tell me?” he questions desperately.
“I… Glory!”
“That’s feckin’ righ’! Glory owns the feck out this dick!” He plunges deeper into me and I lose my breath. “Say it again, Glorious! Who owns this dick?!”
“YES! YES! GLORY OWNS THIS DICK! I OWN YOU, SIR!” I cry, tired and out of breath, but I hungrily keep grinding on that spot.
“Shite! Aye yu do. Take this dick, Glory. Take as much as you want,” he grunts, slamming into me once more, and I dig my nails into his back, shaking and uncontrollably cumming as he pumps rope after rope inside of me, pulsing so hard I shudder, cumming again before laying on him, yawning.
“Are you going to sleep already?” he chuckles, pulling out of me and swirling his fingers around in my cum soaked pussy.
“Mmm, yeah… but I think I know what I would name them,” I yawn again, names popping in my head.
“Oh yeah? That was quick.” He rips a sheet from the stationary notepad near me and hands me a pencil. “Write them down for me, Glorious.”
I snort out a laugh, sitting up and doing as he asks before handing it to him.
“What do you need these names for? Are you thinking of adopting?” I wonder, not that I’m opposed to the idea.
“No Glorious,” he looks at the note, nodding with a smile. “It’s for our new start,” he tells me as he stands then leans in, placing a kiss on my lips. “Get some rest… we have a lot to talk about when you wake up, okay?”
“Okay,” I yawn, snuggling into bed, barely able to keep my eyes open even as he walks out the room.
It’s ridiculous to think that I made such a fuss about wanting to be from under my dad’s thumb only to choose darkness and sin with a man who’s not only broken every piece of me and hoarded all shards, but has placed them together in an obscure way that only suits him.
I never thought there was a man who could handle me and make me bow down to him like my powerhouse of a father, but the man who left the room excels at it, and I can’t wait to see how he destroys me further. Our new start… I like the sound of that.
Axil
“How much longer?” I mumble, climbing from the car and rolling up my sleeves.
“They’re almost done. They’re looking for a replacement rug,” Lawrence steps out of the driver’s seat, walking next to me while Fabian remains at Astrid and Edouard’s, keeping an eye on Glory.
“And how long will that take? I want things back to normal before Glory comes back home,” I question, already growing thin on patience.
“It will take three days since it’s being imported, sir,” he answers.
“Get it here in one. Glorious said she’s ready to come home, so I do not want to make her wait any longer,” I demand.
“Will do, sir,” Lawrence bows.
“Also, when will our main home in California be completed?”
“Unfortunately, it’ll be another year, sir,” he grunts, seeming as disappointed as I am.
“I want that time cut down as much as possible. I’m ready to start over with my Glorious.”
“I understand, sir,” he bows as he opens the door for me to walk in. When we enter the house, Lawrence heads to the phone, probably to communicate my desire to move things along faster. Meanwhile, I’m immediately drawn to Lilian and Robert, who are sitting near the office, playing with dolls and toy cars as the cleaners mop up the blood and the maids scrub the walls.
“Daddy!” Lilian exclaims when she sees me. I hand Wolf my cigar and she puts it out just in time as Lilian runs into my arms. “You took forever!” she huffs and I chuckle but pause when I see her playing with a white teddy bear.
“I’m sorry. I had important matters to attend to. What are you and Robert doing outside the nursery? Did you not like it?” I pinch her little nose gently and take the bear from her hands, placing it into my pocket. “I thought I told you not to disturb the cleaners,” I smirk with a raised brow.
“We weren’t disturbing them! We were only watching! We also wanted to say bye bye to old mommy! They just took her.” She goes back and starts playing with her dolls.
“Is that true Robert? You didn’t disturb them, right?”
“Yesh dada! We be good!” My son nods his head, brown curls bouncing,
“Good, I guess you can stay here and watch but don’t get in the way.”
“YAY! We won’t disturb anyone!”
“Oh, do you remember what daddy said when he left for holiday?” I question and they look at each other with wide eyes and smile before turning to me and nodding.
“Yes! You said that when you came to get us we’ll have a new mommy and we will get new identities!” Lilian clasps her hands together. “Is it time daddy?! Was that pretty lady who was with you earlier our new mommy?”
“Yes, her name is Glory, but you call her mommy okay?”
“Of course! Oh! Did she pick out our names?! Her eyes shine and I chuckle laughing fishing the sheet of paper from my pocket and hold out my hand and Lawrence hands me the documents in his hand. I hand Lilian the paper and she forms a hug smile. I then draw her attention to official name change document.
“I love it! Mommy picked out beautiful names! Margret and William! Did you hear that Robert?! You’re now William, so don’t you forget okay?!”
“Otay! I won’t!” He nods and I beam at the perfect little family I’ve created.
“Oh your new mommy made you some clothes. They are in her studio, who don’t you go change into them so we can go visit her and say hi?
“Yayyyyy!” They jump up and down sprinting upstairs with their nannies to change and I smile down at the names.
Godfrey Axil Fergus…
Glorinda Denise Fergus…
Margaret Olivia Fergus…
William Henry Fergus…
Here’s to a beautiful new beginning…