Lady Dimitrescu Feet Novels & Stories

" ******** Meanwhile, somewhere else in Florida ******** Unknown POV; I walk into Dimitri’s office after he yells for me to come in, and I halt at the sight before me. Sprawled over his table with her back turned to him, is a blonde lady with smudged makeup, and messy hair he’s pulling, and they are both naked from waist down. I watch as Dimitri keeps ramming into her from behind while pulling her hair and occasionally spanking her ass as her loud moans fill the room. “Yes. Any news? “He demands amidst groans, and I swallow to lubricate my throat.

Natalie “Lord Dimitri Orlov, Lady Martina Nikolson, Sir Lancly Warlock.” The announcement rang out like the toll of a bell, deep and ceremonial. My stomach tightened instinctively. And there he was. Dimitri Orlov. The same hauntingly elegant figure who had glided through the Cainebrielle Ball like some ancient noble stepped out of a painting. Flanking him were two others—a woman with icy composure and a man with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Immediately got up to help. “Raine have a seat.” Dimitri cautioned looking at my feet that were barefooted, I mentally face-palmed myself for being careless. “Have this mess cleaned up immediately.” He strictly spoke to the maids quite harshly; I’ve never heard him spoke that harshly before. I watched as the maids scurried to quickly clean up the mess but nevertheless from time to time, they’d continue to gawk at Dimitri proving to me that he was never in the kitchen before from his girlfriend was still alive that is.

Her gray eyes glittered something sad in the disco lights, her lashes were wet, her black mascara smeared beneath her eyes. She looked nothing like she did when I first met her a week ago. I supposed this is what it meant when people said someone was a ghost of themselves. I let my eyes trail briefly to her feet, and that was when I noticed she was barefooted. Dimitri had a gun to her forehead before I could take my eyes away from her bare feet.

PRINCESS DACIANA The laces of my corset tightened further, squeezing the very breath from my lungs. I felt the rigid bones press into my ribs, forcing my spine to straighten. My chin lifted as if pulled by an invisible thread. The maids moved with swift precision around me, their deft fingers tugging, smoothing, and adjusting every fabric fold of my gown. The scent of lavender clung to the air, heavy from the sachets they had tucked into the crevices of my wardrobe.

She wouldn't want him to put his lips on hers especially if he were a smoker or a drunkard. He was a Mafia Lord. Mafia Lord's were known to be heavy drunkards and smokers, she couldn't take the chances of being the third wheel of his immorality spree. Hearing the doors close before her, she fell to her knees, her legs so swollen and the dress she wore too tight that she could not bend to remove them from her legs. Then she felt a hand helping her take off the shoes. She turned and saw Dimitri. She had been so engrossed in the pain she felt that she did not notice him come in.

I spotted my shoes almost instantly. They were like ankle booties, except they had a five-inch heel. They were matte black. I found my size and slipped my feet into them. "Rose! Those make your ass look great!" Lissa exclaimed, turning from her browsing. I didn't need to look at Dimitri to know that he agreed. His inner wolf was calling out to me, and it was very distracting. I tried my best to stamp down my urges, but I don't think he was trying that hard.

Lady Siracusa interrupted me and continued, “we called.” “I know it was both irritating and distracting.” I muttered without thinking. “Why did you not come, my dear?” Lord Dimitrious asked gently. He was a huge man but had the gentlest nature you can ever imagine. I could see the curiosity in his light brown eyes, but I also knew he would not ask until we were home. (Lady Dimitria and Lord Dimitrious were fated mates, and they took me in after I lost my parents in the war. They chose to raise a girl as they did not want to raise a boy as they felt it would be like replacing their son. I do not know what happened to their son as the conversation is always changed when it comes to him.)

I watch as he places them to the side, picking up what looks like ankle restraints, but have chains on them. "Right as agreed, ten whips on your feet, while you wear these?" Demitri pulls me up. "Right, lift your left foot slightly." Nodding I do, watching as he places the restraints under my feet. "Left foot down, right foot up." Nodding I do, struggling to stay steady, his hand holding me. "Right down now." Nodding I put my foot down, the restraints clicking into place. "Damn this uncomfortable"

I turned my head to see him inspecting the dress only to hear someone calling out for me. "Madam, please try these on." I snapped my head to see, it was Luca carrying a box while the girl beside him had a couple of boxes on her hands, covering her face from me. Luca didn't wait for my approval and crouched down in front of me while opening the box and taking out a pair of sandals. I turned around to take a look at Damien to see him taking dresses one by one out of the hangers. Luca put the sandals in front of my feet and backed away while standing on his feet. Knowing what he wants me to do I bent and lifted my gown a bit revealing my painful yet elegant shoes. I carefully removed them and p