Dear Glory

7. Glory Daze

Chapter 7

Glory Daze

GLORY

T he calm sound of running water sloshing over my body stirs me from my sleep. I drunkenly open my eyes and panic ensues when I see I’m in a bathroom I don’t recognize.

“SIR!”

“Shhh, relax Glory. You should still be quite sore here,” he coos and gently presses my pussy lips, making me wince. “And I saw that you tore, so this warm bath will help.” Sir sloshes water over my shoulder, whispering into my ear in a hushed tone, instantly easing my body. He takes my hands and spins me around in the soapy water, grasping my foot where he begins washing them a little too thoroughly if you ask me. Thank God I gave myself a pedicure.

The towel gliding down my foot feels ticklish, yet I can’t help but relax my head against the tub, holding back a moan since my feet have always been rather sensitive.

“Ugn…” I groan a bit and he cuts his eyes my way.

“Oh, are your feet… sensitive?” His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store discovering something new, but I shrink in myself, shy and ashamed. Damn… I’ll moan again at this point. I need to stay alert.

“I… I’m sorry. M-my feet have always been rather sensitive to an extreme degree. I have to do my own pedicures,” I mutter, plucking it from him, unable to handle how amazing his hands feel against them. Any more than this, and I’m bound to lose myself in this tub.

“Noted,” he mutters.

“N— What are you noting? No,” I pause and place my hand on my head, trying to clear the duplicitous fog. “More than that, where are we?” I mutter in a daze from how good his touching my feet feels, unable to think and speak properly for some reason.

“We’re at Edouard’s house.” He brushes the towel over my other shoulder, lifting my arm to get my armpit, causing me to giggle.

“Edouard? Who is that?” I peek around the bathroom impressed at the lavish décor and style of the mansion. I can see whoever this Edouard is that they are damn loaded. Damn, they’re calling me broke in French.

“You would know him as Mr. Bunny,” he chuckles, kissing the nape. Just like that, I go still and every memory crashes on me like a pile of bricks from Tetris when you lose the game. OH… MY… GOD!

I grasp the edges of the clawfoot tub and sit up, water sloshing over onto the floor.

“OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!” I repeat, rapid breaths coming in short spurts and not enough air getting to my lungs.

“It’s okay… you’re okay. I know you’re overwhelmed, so let it out. I’m here. You’re safe.” Sir rubs my back in gentle circles as tears fill my eyes, and I cover my face in shame.

“What did I do?! Why did I do that?! How could I?!” I panic, sobbing, feeling like utter garbage for some reason. “My dad is…!” I sway, unable to complete the sentence, feeling like my head will explode as I grow faint.

“Glory, I—” I smack his hand away, gritting my teeth, eyes on fire.

“Take me to my hotel?!” I spit out hyperventilating, wondering what the world was I thinking! How could I have done such… such…things! … and in front of so many people?!

“Princess, if only you’d let me explain!”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” I screech, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame. What if my dad heard about this?! He’s always watching… What if this gets out to the public!? What if ? —

“GLORINDA, YOU DID NOTHING WRONG, SO?—”

“I DID EVERYTHING WRONG!” I panic, pacing back and forth, wondering what I’m going to tell my dad… wh?—

“No, what we did was not wrong. It was completely normal and consensual between adults! And it should matter what anyone else thinks about it!” He sets his mouth firm and I curl my lip, shaking my head with wide eyes as the events are still playing out in my head.

“It was wro—ng!” I grit out, voice cracking at the end.

“You only think so now because you’re thinking about other people’s opinions instead of your own. You enjoyed it. It was not disgusting, it was beautiful… you were beautiful.” His words cause goosebumps to pepper my skin ingloriously, making me shoot up from the bath and try to climb out, nearly flopping face-first on the marble floor since my legs feel like jelly but somehow also like they weigh a ton.

Thankfully, he catches me, saving me a trip to the emergency room, but when he hugs me close, I shove him away, fighting him off, overcome with emotions and mortification.

“Hey, Astrid! Can I get some help? She’s in sub-drop!” Sir calls, and in no time, a small Black woman bursts through the door, alert mouth forming a small O. Right behind her, a huge white man comes in and scoops me up, holding my arms to keep me from hitting him.

“Here,” the small Black lady holds out a giant towel, wrapping my naked body with it. The big white guy hands me to her after she lays on the bed and I feel odd sitting in her tiny arms as she rocks me with a hum.

I really want to push her away from me, but she’s so little I’m afraid of hurting her, and the last thing I need on me after what I did is assault changes.

“How are you feeling, Glorinda? Have you calmed down?” she asks in a sweet voice and I cut my eyes to her, glowering, shaking, and unable to calm down…

“My head hurts… and…”

“I’m sorry, would you like some chocolate? How about you put on some clothes and after that, you can take a walk in the garden? Getting some sun after a sub-drop can be very beneficial.” she voices, and the term sticks with me.

“Wh-what’s a Sub-drop, and… who are you?” I murmur and they both look at each other then me, and her eyes go wide behind her overly large round glasses.

“First, I’m surprised you don’t remember me? I’m Ms. Wolf!” the mousy woman smiles prettily and I reel back in shock before I turn to the big man next to me. He smiles, looking like the sexiest piece of French cuisine.

“A-and you?”

“Mr. Bunny at your service, madam,” he winks with all the swagger in the world, yet all I can see is the image of her plowing into him as he begged for more.

At this rate my heart will expire from overexertion before I can even think of dying of old age.

“I’m ready… hand her here,” I hear over my shoulder and see Sir holding his hands out to me. Wolf tries to give me over but I hold her tight, refusing to let go.

“Oop, seems like someone needs a bit more time, but you know how it can be when a sub drops… so don’t take it personal” she urges him but he grits his teeth.

She’s not wrong. I need more than a little time… from her too, but right now I feel more comfortable with her than I do with Sir or Bunny, that’s for damn sure.

“Come here, Princess. I won’t hurt you, okay?” Sir holds out his hands and gives me a gentle smile, and even though my mind is still out of sorts, my body moves on its own. I stretch my arms out to him, and he picks me up like a princess, sets me down on his lap, and rocks me. rubbing my back.

“Here,” Wolf says after a while, reaching into the bedside table and handing a piece of chocolate to Sir, who unwraps it and breaks off a piece, giving it to me and I nibble on it.

“Sub-drop…?” I ask, and Sir goes still.

“In the simplest explanation, it’s when you come down from the high of a play… everyone can feel it differently, it seems what you’re most prone to feeling is shame,” Sir rocks me, speaking in a gentle and non-judgmental tone while I chew on the chocolate. Oh… I see…

It makes sense. I certainly feel like my heart will break and my mind can’t even make two and two add up to four. I feel like crying even though yesterday I felt amazing. I want to hide under the covers in shame even though I basked in how sexy I felt and looked yesterday. I feel like I’ve just tried to sew a dress that I’ve made a hundred times, but did the stitching wrong. In other words, I feel like shit.

“We’ll give you guys some space,” Wolf speaks up and stands, and Bunny follows behind her, leaving us alone once again.

“Glory, how are you feeling right now? Is there anything I can do to make this time more comfortable for you?” He kisses my shoulder and I blink, almost in a stunned state.

“I… want to t-talk to my mom,” I blink, tears rolling down my face and he nods.

“Of course, Princess,” he picks me up and carries me to the bed where there’s a rotary phone. To my surprise, he spin dials the number even though I don’t tell him. Of course, I want to question it, but the phone is already ringing in my ear and all I can do it pray my dad doesn’t pick up.

“Hello, Mrs. Cross speaking,” I relax hearing her cool and classy voice come through. I burst out in tears and again Sir shocks me by leaving the room after placing a kiss on my head, giving me some privacy.

“Goodness! Glorinda is that you?! What’s the matter?!” she panics and I just cry, feeling so ashamed. She told me to go out and have fun, but this wasn’t what she meant… this couldn’t have been what she meant.

“Mom, I… I messed up! I made a mistake… a big one,” I sob, heart breaking for some reason.

“Are you sick? Did you contact something? Do you need to go to the hospital? Did you kill someone? Do I need to bring a shovel?” she fires off questions and I shake my head even though she cannot see me.

“N-no, I… I don’t think so,” I laugh through my tears.

“Well then good for you, hunny! Mistakes are healthy and are meant to be made by young ones like you who can correct them.”

“But Mom… you don’t even know wh-what I did… I’m sure if you know you’d ha?—”

“No matter how you messed up, I’ll still love you. No matter what you did, you’re still my daughter, Glorinda,” she voices matter-of-factly and without question, which makes me close my eyes and sob quietly.

“Thank you, Mom… thank you,” I repeat, needing to hear those words. As a woman who’s grown up to have it all, I still sometimes feel like a failure. With my dad constantly pushing his way into my life and meddling, I can’t help but feel like that. But with a mother like Gladis Cross, there’s no way I can sit in that feeling of failure for too long.

“No problem baby, you call me if you need me. And don’t forget to go out and make some more mistakes,” she gently voices into the phone and I nod.

“I will. I promise,” I tell her and we hang up. I lay there in the bed, staring up at the beautifully painted ceilings, head blank and twitching. I want to sew…

When neither Sir, Wolf, or Bunny come back after a while, I reluctantly slide from the bed and open the door to a well-lit and long hall that has stairs on either side, maybe it’s because I’m so out of it, but I can’t appreciate it’s beauty. I just want to get out of here and back to my hotel where I can sew something and think.

As I make my way through the hall, I pause at a door, where I hear voices and see Wolf pacing, biting her nail.

“When you said you were coming, I didn’t expect you to bring a woman! Let alone a woman who’s never played and doesn’t know anything about the lifestyle! We must really look like a pack of madmen to her!” Wolf groans, grabbing her two braids, pulling them in a panic. Playing? Lifestyle … it’s like I’m around aliens that are speaking a different language. I feel so out of place.

“Right?! Shame on you for putting that innocent one in front of starved beasts,” Bunny shakes his head at Sir.

“I was only expectin’ tu watch, though I admit I got carried away,” he grumbles, seeming stricken himself.

“Watch my ass! You have no interest in voyeurism unless it involves your partner. You can’t even watch porn because it makes your dick shrink!” Wolf admonishes. Eh?! What in the world is this conversation I’m listening in on?!

“Two thin’s can be right at the same time. I was’na goin’ to watch fer meself. I just wanted me Princess tu see what I was intu, an’ I was’na meanin’ tu participate. I really did want tu ease her intu this… I just got carried away,” his voice cracks nervously. “Feck… wat if she does’na recover from this drop?” he clutches his chest.

“Then it’ll be your fault. You should have been upfront and told her you’re into exhibitionism and have sadistic tendencies. It would have been better than that ,” Bunny raises a brow and Sir rounds on him, sneering.

“She would’ve ran so far up the feckin’s hills! Besides, two things can be righ’ at the same time,” Sir growls.

“Excuses. It’s certainly not harder than telling one’s wife after five years you want your ass played with, I’ll tell you that,” Bunny snorts.

“EDOUARD!” Astrid smacks his chest, and he shrugs indifferently.

“What, mo amour? (My Love) It’s true, isn’t it? It was the same for you.” He lifts her chin, kissing her sweetly, and she melts entirely.

“As Axil said, two things can be right at the same time. It’s not like things worked out for either of us when we expressed our sexual inclinations to our previous partners. We both ended up dumped and divorced,” she huffs and shakes her head, sighing.

“True, but look at us now! We are exactly where we need to be and happily married. I do not regret expressing my desires to you, because you make it safe for me to do so,” he tells her as he taps her nose and she looks like she disappears into his big arms.

“I know Edouard, but you must be sensitive to Axil’s plight. He was probably nervous.” She looks over to Sir and Edouard rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue.

“Have you forgotten who you’re talking about? Nervous? Him? ” Edouard cocks his head over to the side and Astrid purses her lips with realization. What’s that about?

“You have a point, but still…” she pauses, unsure.

“Will yu two stop speakin’ like I’m na here?” Sir speaks up.

“Sorry, but geez, we really dropped the ball on this… I hope she doesn’t hate us,” Wolf pouts and Bunny holds her close.

“I canna lose her again… I jus’ got her…” Sir drops down in the chair next to him and I swallow at his fear-stricken face. Again? What the hell does he mean? And is losing me really that big of a deal? “I canna take this!” he growls and shoots up. “I’m goin’ tu check on her! I need tu see her.” He tries to go for the door, but Lawrence steps up in front of him.

“Mr. O—” I don’t hear the rest of what he says since I bolt back to the room, grasping the towel around my torso and leaping on the bed, heart racing. I pick up the phone, hovering it over the switch hook as if I’d just finished my call.

“Glory!” He steps in and pulls me into his arms, inhaling me as I set the phone back down. “Yer heart is still beatin’ so fast… are yu okay?” Yeah that’s because I’ve never ran so hard in my life!

“I… I’m fine,” I lie, voice cracking. “I n-need some water,” I choke, out of breath, and he nods and the water is presented to me so comedically fast I have to wonder where it came from.

“How are you feelin’, Glorious? Would you like to go for a walk the sun to help boost yer low energy levels? Or what about a nap? Colorin’? Yer favorite meal?” His eyes roam over me with concern.

“I’m… unsure,” I answer honestly, keeping my eyes low, seriously worried about my manner of speech with him. How is it that I can’t speak properly with him?

“I understand… it was a lot to take in,” he kisses my hand and smooths down my hair.

“That’s not the half of it,” I grumble, unsure what I’m even upset about. It’s not like Axil did anything to hurt me. I willingly participated, but I just feel so wrong and it doesn’t help with everything I heard…

“We… no, you… all of us did nothing wrong if we simply consider the act, but I wronged you rushing you into that situation and I’m sorry, Princess. I should have spoken to you more about my sexual preferences before allowing you to engage in them since they are on the extreme side of the spectrum…”

“Can I get you anything, Glory?” he repeats, giving me a tight lipped smile.

“No… I just want to go back to my room to sew and think things over.”

“Are you ready to leave? You sure you don’t need more down time?” he questions.

“I am… I just need time to think, and… and sewing helps,” I respond shyly, thinking about how much concern, care, and passion he spoke about me with in the other room.

“Okay, whatever you say, Princess,” he kisses the top of my head.

“R-really? You’re letting me go home?” I smile, perking up.

“Of course, Glorious. Why would I stop you from doing that? Did I ever give you a reason to feel I were that disagreeable?” he asks completely seriously.

Hmm… Now that I think about it, he’s right. He’s always given me my space and let me do things at my own pace.

“N-no,” I shake my head, answering, and he smirks, pulling me down in a sweet kiss.

“Exactly, Princess. You can have whatever it is your heart desires.” He pulls me into a warm and tight embrace just as Fabian comes in carrying a dress bag. “Here, open up, Glorious” he gently taps my lips and though I’m reluctant, my mouth pops open and he sweetly slips something inside.

“Mmm!” I perk up at the minty yet refreshing taste that eases my headache.

“Better?” I still don’t have the words to say, so I only nod.

“Good.” He kisses the top of my head. “Now let’s get the pretty and spoiled princess dressed.” He picks me up and carries me to the room we just left, setting me down. “Lift your legs for me, Glory,” I hear him say from behind me and turn to see him holding up a pair of clean underwear.

“Oh, I can do it!” I reach, for them but he snatches it from my grip.

“Let me,” he growls seductively smiling up at me as he holds them out once more, and I tilt my head to the side. Why is he doing all of this for me? “Are you going to just stand there, Princess? Sir’s hands are getting tired, but I also dinna mind you remaining naked the remainder of the day,” he jokes, wiggling his brows, but I have a vague suspicion that he’s being completely honest.

“But… I c-can do it myself. I’m grown…”

“Well, I would hope so,” he chuckles. “I’m only attracted to grown women.”

“Then why are you treating me like a child?!” I rebut.

“Who treated you like a child?” he raises a brow.

“You!” I scowl.

“How so?” He cocks his head to the side.

“B-by helping me put on clothes, bathing me, rocking me an?—”

“Is that treating you like a child or with care?” he stands, grasping me by the waist, and even though I feel there’s no intention to be sexual, I feel my insides quiver. “I love being of service to my woman. Feeding you, bathing you, clothing you, fucking you, watching your face contort in ecstasy… all of that is meant for me. So if that’s treating you like a child, then just call me Daddy instead of Sir.” He grasps my ass and I shove him away.

“No,” I shake my head firmly. “I have a dad and I don’t need another one,” I huff out frustrated and he chuckles.

“I thought so.” He lifts my right foot, placing a kiss on it, sliding on the silk panties he’s holding out for me.

No man has ever cared about my thoughts, feelings, or my opinions, for that matter, at least not seriously. A man showing me acts of service willingly, even if it’s just small things… it’s all new to me and makes me uncomfortable.

“That’s Sir’s good girl.” He gently pats my ass. “Now lift your arms for me,” he takes my hands, kissing them, and I do as he says effortlessly as he slides a smooth, silky dress that feels exceptional along my skin, causing me to shudder “You look beautiful, Glorious. How do you like it? Does it fit well?”

His question is ridiculous. Even without my keen designer eye I can tell from the way the lustrous fabric hugs my body that it was made just for me. It’s gorgeous and the fit and stitching are immaculate, but I think the weird state I’m in makes it so I can’t articulate my thoughts properly.

“I… it’s okay…”

“Okay? Is that all? Such a meager response when I was promised praise. Lawrence, the designer who was commissioned to make it… have their store closed,” he demands dryly.

“WHAT?! C-close th-their store!?” I jump back, and he pulls me close.

“Oh, is that not enough? Should I punish him more fer such inadequate work? Very well. Chop off his hands too.”

“As you wish, Mr. O’Hara,” Lawrence and Fabian respond in unison, filing out of the room.

“Is that enough, Glorious?” he beams happily, taking my hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.

“NO! CALL THEM BACK!” I shriek, but he cocks his head to the side, confused.

“Why?”

“I… wh…” words escape me, but they always do in the presence of this damn man. He makes me question my upbringing and out of nowhere I seem to have developed a speech impediment! I abhor how much control he has over me. “Do not! Do not do such a thing!” I finally get out and he peeks up at me coyly.

“I ask again, my Dear Glory… why?”

“B-because th-that is n-no reason to b-beat up a w-working man… p-plus I was being difficult for n-no reason… I love this dress,” I ramble on, feeling desperate and knowing that if I don’t speak up loud and proud, someone will lose their life for such a meaningless reason… because of me.

“Oi! Beat up?” he chuckles. “How innocent. You’re right I should not beat up a working man,” he smiles and stands, picking me up and setting me on the chair behind me before kneeling at my feet again.

“Exactly, s-so please… call them back.” He lifts my foot in one hand, massaging it, causing me to let out a soft moan. It must have been the heels from yesterday. I hadn’t realized my feet were sore until now… in fact, my entire body is sore and I could use a massage, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to tell him that. “Sir! Did you hear me? I said call them back!” I demand, smacking my hand onto the sofa only for him to gaze up at me with those lustful and lovely eyes of his full of adoration.

“Alright, Glorious, as I said, if you want it you can have it,” he sighs and opens a box with a pair of the daintiest silk slippers ever. “I don’t know if I can take it thought, you’re just too damn adorable, you know that, Princess?” I am?

Men have called me plenty of things in my life, but cute isn’t one. Sexy, fine as hell, a brick house, a bitch… all that… but adorable?

“I am not adorable,” I shyly look away but he brings my face back to him.

“But you are, Glorious. You’re adorably divine.” He places my other shoe on then crawls in between my legs, eyes roaming over my face.

“First adorable, and now divine? While I’m not religious you’re definitely committing some sin against God saying that,” I raise a skeptical brow and he snorts out a laugh.

“Aye. Dinna you believe me?”

“It’s not a case of whether I believe you or not… it just I don’t feel I’m adorable. As you said, two things can be right at the same time,” I pause and clap my hands over my mouth as his eyes go wide, letting on that I’d heard their conversation. Embarrassed, I shoot up from my seat and walk over to the door. “I… I’m ready to go home now!” I squeak out and he chuckles, coming up behind me.

“As you wish, Princess.” He take my hand and realize I’ve almost fully calmed down. Even if I haven’t processed my feelings, I feel… better than earlier.

“And you better keep your promise about the tailor,” I remind him and he laughs, leading me to the door.

“Of course… how could I forget?” He leans down, kissing my cheek.

I feel as if so much of myself has changed in the small amount of time I’ve known Sir. His words and praise have grown to mean so much to me. I was panicking because of my dad, but hearing Sir tell me I did nothing wrong is enough to quell any fear…

It’s not like he did anything or changed my mind on the situation, so why do I feel so calm and relaxed? I want to ask, but I keep my mouth shut. No, I need to get out of here and get some time to myself. I need to think and clear my mind of the daze I’ve been in since meeting him. Once I do that, I’ll return to normal. Cracks have begun to form on me and if I stay near him, more cracks will form on my person and my sanity will eventually break and I can’t handle that…