Chapter Fifty-One
Gigi
W hen we get inside, I see children everywhere. I take in the chaos of dresses, knight outfits, grown-up updos on five-year-olds, smiles and laughter. I even see a little girl with red hair, dressed up as Belle, doing ballerina moves around her dad. My heart is a weird mixture of joy and jealousy. But she’s living her best life, so I choose to focus on joy.
Marcus talks to the receptionist, and she tells us someone will be right out to help us. He looks around the room, watching the children, and says, “This is a lot to take in.”
“I know. They’re having so much fun.”
“We’ll have to bring Millie here when she’s old enough.”
“Yes! Steal her for a couple days and spoil her.” I already plan on being the fun aunt, but a princess makeover? That would earn me the coolest aunt award.
A woman comes out of the hallway off the side of the reception area. “Marcus and Gigi?”
We both turn to her as Marcus reaches out his hand. “Yes, that’s us.”
“Great! We’re ready for you, if you would like to follow me.”
Marcus places his hand on my lower back—classic boyfriend move—and we follow the woman down the hall, coming to a stop outside of a doorway.
“So, it’s time for you two to part ways. Marcus, you’ll be here with Aaron. He’ll be in charge of your transformation. I’m going to take Gigi to get started. If you need anything, my name is Samantha.”
He nods, then places his hands on my cheeks. “Have fun, princess.”
“I will.” I raise up and kiss his lips. “Get fancy for me.”
“Planning on it.” He winks and drops his hands, walking into the room, greeting Aaron. Samantha leads me to my room and motions inside.
“Gigi, this is Carly. She’ll be helping with your transformation. If you need anything, please let me know.”
“Thanks, Samantha.” I walk inside, seeing the vanity with lights around the mirror. I’m a makeup artist, so I know the setup well. “Hi, Carly.”
“Hey, Gigi!” She sees my eyes scanning her set up. “I hear you’re a makeup artist, too.”
I grin. “I am. It’s fun to be on the other side of it, though.”
“I hope so! Go ahead and have a seat here and we’ll get started.”
I sit in the chair, and she starts my consultation.
An hour and thirty minutes later, my makeup is perfect and my hair is pinned up, a few calm curls framing my face and a blue ribbon pinned into the back. I look in the mirror. “I love it.”
“Coming from a fellow artist, that means a lot. Ready to get in your dress?”
“You bet! How does this work? Do I pick something?”
“Usually we would have a couple options for you to pick from, but Marcus had a dress sent in for you.”
“He did?”
“Yes, I haven’t seen it yet, though. It’s in the dress bag over there.”
I stand from my chair and walk over to it, grasping the zipper and pulling it down. As the bag opens, I see Cinderella-blue tulle and satin. Once I pull it out of the bag, I see it’s floor-length, with a full skirt of layers of fabric. The bodice is fitted, and it’s off the shoulder. It’s gorgeous.
Carly walks up behind me. “Wow, it’s amazing.”
I hang it up on a hook on the wall and step back, taking it in. “It really is.” I fight the tears so I don’t ruin my makeup. He bought me a dress. A Cinderella dress.
“Let’s see what it looks like on you.”
I strip down to my underwear and step into the dress. “How long have you worked in the park?”
“Almost two years. I love it.” My feet shuffle on the floor as she turns me away from the mirror. “I owned my own salon before I moved here. I was done with all the responsibility, the long hours. Now I get to make people’s little dreams come true, and it’s awesome.”
“I own my own place back in Boston. I know what you mean about stress. Your job seems like it would be so fun.”
“It is! It’s still long hours sometimes, but the fun I have makes up for it.” She pulls up the zipper in the back.
“I bet.”
“Well, if you and Marcus ever move to Orlando, hit me up, and I’ll give you a referral.”
“I’ll remember that, Carly.”
“Ready to see?”
I force out a slow breath. “So ready.”
She turns me toward the floor-length mirror and a gasp crosses my lips. “Holy shit, I’m a princess.” I swish back and forth, the dress moving around me. “This dress is beautiful.”
“Marcus did good.”
“He did.” I run my hand along the satin at the top of the neckline.
“Better lock that man down. I don’t see boyfriends picking out dresses like this very often.”
“Yeah, I definitely need to lock him down. Are there shoes?”
“I was told to take you to the studio with no shoes.”
“Studio?”
She nods. “You’ll take a few pictures to remember your transformation.”
“Okay.”
“Are you ready to go meet your prince?”
I smirk. This is so over the top and just so good. “Take me to my prince, Carly.”
She curtseys and then leads me out the door.
Carly takes me to the last door of the hall. When she opens the door, I see a vintage upholstered settee in the middle of the large, empty room with a backdrop behind it. Then I see him .
Holyyyyyy goddamn shit balls.
He stands in almost a perfect replica of Prince Charming’s suit. Yellow jacket, red pants, black shiny shoes. And in his hand, he’s holding a white shoe. It’s not made of glass, but Christ, he wins all the brownie points in the universe for doing this for me.
I do my best exaggerated curtsy. “Prince Charming.”
When I raise my head, he’s wearing the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. “I’m here to see if a shoe fits.”
Carly giggles, leaving the room. I walk across the room to him. “You look absolutely dreamy.”
With his free hand, he runs his fingers from my jaw to my shoulder. “And you make such a beautiful Cinderella.”
“I can’t believe you’re dressed up.”
“It’s a special day.”
There’s a knock on the door frame, and I turn to see the photographer. “Hello. Prince Marcus, Princess Gigi.”
Marcus shakes his head. “This is more over the top than I imagined.”
I bounce on my feet. “It totally is, and I’m living for it.”
We get started with our cheesy poses, and I’m trying to be completely in the moment, but I’m overwhelmed with so many emotions toward Marcus. He planned this for me. He’s all in on the cosplay. He’s smiling in the pictures. It’s like he peeled back all the layers for me today. This is the Marcus I knew was under all the hardened exterior. He’s playful and so giving. I want to cry, hug him, and fuck his brains out right now. Best-case scenario, I do all three before the day is over.
“Okay, last one. I’ll let you two choose the pose.”
“Come here, princess.”
He takes my hand, bringing me to my feet, and places one hand on my hip and the other on my neck. His eyes look like he’s going to eat me alive as he lowers his lips to mine. I sigh, melting into the kiss. This kiss feels real. And even without being hot and heavy, I can feel my core come alive.
“Perfect! All done!”
Marcus’ eyes don’t leave mine. “Thank you. Would it be okay if we had the room for a few minutes? Just to take some pictures by ourselves?”
“Sure! There’s an hour until the next booking for this room.”
“We won’t be that long.”
The photographer leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
“Turn around.” I turn from him, and he says, “I love it when you wear ribbons in your hair, but I have a better use for it at the moment.” He gently removes it from my hair. “Lie down.”
I lie down on the settee and he stands behind me, running his hands down my arms, before grabbing my wrists and lifting them above my head. Then I feel him tie my wrists together with the ribbon. Excitement sparks in my stomach and my breathing picks up. I knew I was right when I saw those straps under his bed that day.
He walks back to face me, dropping to one knee, holding out the shoe. “If this shoe fits, I’m going to make you come.”
Even though he already put it on me during the pictures, I still hear a voice in my head screaming, “Dear God of all things holy, let this fucking shoe fit.”
He grabs my ankle, sliding the shoe on, then looks at me with a sly grin. “Ahhh, would you look at that? It fits perfectly.” He places the second shoe on my other foot, then brings my ass to the edge of the cushion. As he slowly runs his hands up my legs, he leaves a path of heat on my skin that makes it feel like it’s going to light on fire.
“Keep your hands above your head.”
“Okay.” I can barely speak.
He clicks his tongue, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “Say, ‘Yes, Charming.’”
Oh fuck.
“Yes, Charming.”
“I love it when you do as you’re told.”
With that, he lifts my skirt to my waist, and goddammit, he rips my panties off. Again.
“No more underwear, Gigi.”
“That’s the second pair you’ve destroyed.”
“And I’ll keep destroying them until you learn that when it’s our time together, you don’t wear panties. I want access to this pretty little cunt at all times.”
He slides a finger in and my hips buck. “Shit.”
“Say, ‘Yes, Prince Charming.’” His finger moves in and out of my pussy. God, his fingers are going to be the death of me.
“Yes, Prince Charming.” He hits my spot. “Fuck! Right there.”
He suddenly removes his hand, and I whimper, pouting. “The shoe fits. Don’t I get to come, Your Highness?”
“Well, Cinderella, I’ve been all through this kingdom, trying to find you. Now that I have, I intend to celebrate with a royal feast.”
Oh my God, this man. My chest is heaving against the bodice of the dress with his dirty words. I look down at him as he shifts closer to my center. “Then eat, Charming.”
He lowers his head, covering himself with my skirt. Then I feel the first swipe of his tongue.
“Holy fuck.”
He closes his mouth around my clit, and I lose control of my hips. I’m so turned on right now, I know this won’t take long. Pair that with the fact that I can’t see what he’s doing, and it makes every flick and swirl of his tongue even more powerful. I feel his hands move to the inside of each thigh as he spreads me wide open. He keeps moving his tongue around my clit, and my hips move faster.
This man didn’t lie. He is feasting on me like a man starved. Just when I think I’m about to come, he changes tempo, causing a buildup of intensity that I’ve never felt before. The way his fingers fill me, the way his tongue teases, I might just die right here. Then he suctions around my clit and I lose all control.
“I’m going to come, Charming.”
That earns a moan from him, vibrating against my clit, that sends me over the edge. My mouth opens, my eyes squeeze shut and my back lifts from the cushion as I start to come, my body shaking, my clit sensitive as fuck. But he keeps his mouth on me, slowing his movements as my orgasm wanes. When the last shiver runs through my body, I feel his lips against my thigh, light kisses placed all the way to my knee, then he lifts my skirt. He’s breathless and his hair is a mess.
“That was amazing,” I say, trying to slow my heart rate.
“You have no idea,” he says with a dirty grin on his face.
He stands and unties the ribbon, kissing each of my wrists. He sits down next to me, taking my hand to help me up. Cupping my cheeks, he kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue and pull him to me, hungry to show my appreciation.
I’m breathless by the time he moves back to look at me. “I was wrong yesterday. You lying here, spread wide open for me, feeling you come against my tongue; this is my favorite princess.” His words are filthy, yet his eyes are sincere and gentle. There’s something there that I haven’t noticed before. I don’t know how to feel about that, so I quickly change the subject.
“I probably wrecked my hair.”
He tucks some stray strands behind my ear. “Still beautiful, still my favorite.”
My brain is starting to come back to earth when I realize we’ve been here a while. “We need to get out of here before the next appointment. Sit still. I’m going to fix your hair.”
I run my fingers through his waves, working it back into place. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I need a mirror.” I look around the room.
“Here.” He opens the camera on his phone and holds it while I do what I can to look composed.
“Thank you.”
“Ready for dinner?”
“I am, I’m starving. It’s not fair you already ate and I got nothing.” I wink at him.
“You’re dirty.” He stands, then waves his hand to get me to continue. “Get it all out now.”
I press my lips together, take a loud breath through my nose, and let it go. “There was no sausage at the feast? Is that a glass slipper you’re holding or are you happy to see me? I want to ride the royal stallion?”
“Done?”
“One more. Aren’t you going to bibbidi bobbidi do me?”
“Better now?
“Yeah, I feel much better.”
“You’re ridiculous. Come on, we’re going to be late to dinner.”
“We’re going to dinner like this?”
“I didn’t get dressed up not to go out. Plus, we’ll fit in where we’re going. Here, put these on.” He grabs a bag off to the side of the room. He hands me a pair of light blue converse and pulls out a pair of loafers for himself.
“You freaking thought of everything.”
“I didn’t want our feet to hurt.”
Once we’re ready, I take his hand, following him out of the room and down the hall toward the reception area.
“Where are we going? What about our stuff?”
When we stop by the front desk, he hands Samantha his credit card. Signing the receipt, he thanks her and places his hand back in mine.
“I had our things taken back to the suite. Right now, we’re getting you that princess dinner.”