Chapter 53 I'll See You Soon
I am shaking as I open it, but my eyes keep closing as I feel the material. Soft. Velvet. A brief look tells me it is deep blue and long, judging by the bundles of material.
"Okay." I say, agreeing in a very resigned way.
Truth is, I don't really care about what I am wearing. I just care about the orgasm that I am so close to getting...
"There's something else in there." He mutters, making me realise I have stopped looking, and am just clutching the bag as I lose myself in the feeling of fucking his fingers.
My exhale comes out more like a groan. His arm tightens around my torso, and his fingers move faster. It is like he wants me distracted and desperate. His teeth on the skin of my neck sharply bring me back for a second, but I quickly return to the blissful foggy headspace he is so good at keeping me in.
The bag eventually falls from my numb fingers, thudding to the floor, the sound triggering a particularly hard thrust of his fingers, and a loud growl in my ear.
“You don’t even care about it anymore do you?” He asks, but I can sense the smugness in his voice.
“I… um.. no, not right now…” I breathe back, rolling my head back onto his shoulder when he runs his tongue up my neck in a fluid, wet strip.
Then he presses the heel of his hand against my clit, his fingers continuing to move, the friction igniting the fire in my abdomen.
“David I’m... so fucking close!”
He doesn’t respond verbally. Instead, he fucks me faster. Harder. Deeper.
All I can do is hold onto his arm that is wrapped around me while I sit limp, letting him use me all he wants.
It is like my body isn’t even mine anymore. My knuckles are turning white by the time my orgasm crashes over me, suddenly at first, then rolling through each of my limbs and each of my nerves, his name ripping through my throat.
His lips litter my neck and my shoulder as he waits for me to finally relax into him, and once I do, he carefully pulls his fingers out of me, reaching to grab my jaw instead, and guiding my face towards his so that he can resend me to heaven with a kiss.
Twisting as much as I can, I return his kiss, my hands coming to his face, as though if I don’t hold him close to me, he will disappear into thin air. I can taste his tongue, smell a light layer of sweat on his skin, and I can feel his hands sliding back around my waist as I turn to face him, strong, steady, and the complete opposite of how I feel.
When my lips separate, he grazes his thumb over my bottom lip as he looks up at me.
“You need to get some rest before tomorrow, darling.” He whispers, and I nod happily, my eyes still closed. “I’ll have the dress ready for tomorrow. As well as your other gifts.”
“We should… you–” I run a hand down his stomach, but he quickly snatches my wrist and tugs it away.
“Not tonight, baby doll. Make it up to me tomorrow.” He smirks. “Maybe on the way back from the Ball.”
Not one to argue, I nod, then kiss him again.
I half wish I had looked harder at the dress, and looked in the bag for whatever else he’s gotten me, although I am not about to regret how amazing I felt right then, still experiencing the full body afterglow as he gently helps me to stand, then guides me to my room.
Once the door closes behind him, I am reminded that I still haven’t stayed in his room. I’ve christened it, sure, but I haven’t slept in the bed with him.
Well, if I am already making up for the lack of orgasm tomorrow, maybe I can take it a bit further, to make sure he can’t refuse me asking to stay with him.
Smiling a little to myself at my great plan, I settle down to sleep, the exhaustion finally taking over me.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I wake up alone, but quickly find David in the lounge and kiss him good morning.
At midday, I also practically jump him as he heads out the door, lips crashing to his, hands roaming everywhere I can reach. I am pleased to find he is a little bit too slow in pulling my hands out of his shirt before saying that he ‘really has to go’.
I smile as he groans in disappointment, enjoying the fact that his libido now appears to be as high as mine.
I catch sight of Theo in the doorway, trying to contain a knowing smile, before the door closes slightly too loudly as David leaves.
I have barely turned the coffee machine on when the doorbell rings.
The next thing I know, Marcus is walking into the apartment, ignoring my confused expression from the kitchen doorway, and directing numerous people to various areas. Once they have all filed in, and he closes the front door, he turns to me.
“Nora, are you ready?” He asks.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“The… get… did David not tell you?”
“Clearly not. Who are all these people?”
“They’re here to get you ready. For tonight.”
“It’s midday Marcus!”
“Yeah I know. But apparently these guys told David that they need 7 hours.”
“To get me ready? What are they gonna do, tweeze the hair out of my legs?!”
Marcus laughs as the coffee machine dings, and I pour out two cups, handing him one of them and holding the other in tense hands as I start walking to the lounge, seeing stations already being set up for hair and make up.
“Do they seriously think I’m so ugly that I need 7 hours prep?” I mutter to him as I feel him follow me closely.
“Maybe they underestimated your attractiveness?” He offers, joining in the joke.
That is the moment when one of the guys approaches us both.
“You’re Nora?” He asks me, in a light and friendly tone that I am highly suspicious of. “Oh you are nowhere near as bad as I thought!” He grins, and while I know I am supposed to take it as a compliment, it just confuses me more.
“How the hell did he describe me?!” I question, as the man takes my free hand and spins me around in a circle.
“He didn’t describe you at all sweetheart, and people usually don’t describe things when they’re awful.” The man claps his hands together once he has released mine. “But you have so much to work with! First things first, shower time.”
I have barely processed his words before he is pushing me towards the bathroom, and when I look over my shoulder at Marcus, he is just sniggering at me.
Traitor.
Over the next couple of hours, I have showered according to their specific instructions, gotten rid of every teeny tiny hair on most of my body, and slathered on some very expensive smelling body lotion. I am now sat in a robe (which definitely had not been in the apartment before), with someone behind me tugging my hair, and someone in front of me fiddling and poking at my face.
In total, it has taken 5 hours for them to get me ready, and I am now in my bedroom opening the bag I’d disregarded last night. The dress unfolds beautifully as I pull it out, the soft, velvety material draping over my fingers as I hold it up and actually look at it properly.
It is long, definitely floor length, but there is a slit from the bottom that I hope doesn’t go up too high. The torso is almost like a corset, boned and structured, with loops at the top that look like little sleeves, the type that would rest across the top of my arms.
Okay, I have to give it to David... it does look like a gorgeous dress.
The man from earlier, with the almost-compliments, otherwise known as Leo, is waiting outside my door, ready to come and help anything that needs buttoning, tying or zipping up. But as I move to put the dress down on the bed, I catch sight of a box at the bottom of the bag, and I hold off calling him in.
Picking up the box, I try to imagine what it could be. It is a large square box, but too flat to be shoes. Maybe it is jewellery?
I carefully pry the box open, and then my eyes fall on what is inside.
A black circle, and a silver chain.
I pick it up for a closer look, and see that the black circle is some kind of ribbon, soft on the outside, but stiff in the centre, as though the ribbon is just housing some sturdier material, like leather. The silver chain looks delicate, impossibly shiny, and it dangles in a single strand with something heavy at the bottom weighing it down. Sliding my fingers along the chain, I spot that the pendant at the end is a simple, solid ‘D’. It is shaped in a particular kind of font though that it almost looks like an 8, or two simple circles on top of each other, but after a second of focusing on it, there is a straighter edge on the left, meaning that it is definitely the letter ‘D’.
I find myself getting my phone out of my robe pocket and dialling David’s number.
“Hey gorgeous, how is my girl getting on?” He answers, in his usual smooth, charming voice that makes me smile.
“I’ve just found your gift.” I reply.
“Oh really?” He pauses, then when he continues speaking, his voice has gotten lower and quieter. “What do you think?”
“I think… that it looks an awful lot like a collar.” I say, smiling as I play with the chain. “With your initial on it.”
“Good, because that’s exactly what it is.”
“Is this you staking your claim? You want me to wear it, knowing its your name on my neck, so everyone else can know exactly who I belong to?”
“Yes.” His response is clipped, and breathy.
“Hmm… I’ll have to ask Leo if he thinks it goes with the dress.”
“It goes.” He snaps. “I’m picking you up in 2 hours. I expect you to be wearing everything that was in that bag.”
“Yes sir. I’ll see you soon.” I reply, hanging up quickly and feeling smug that I haven’t given him a direct answer.
He wants me wearing what is in the bag? I am going to show him just how well I can follow instructions.