Lady Dimitrescu Feet Novels & Stories

I roam my eyes over the second floor unsystematically in trace of the right hand man, Dimitri, whose I have not even an implicit notion about how he looks and how to find him out amongst the assemblage of drunken people. Of course that asshole Landon hasn't uttered a sole word about how he looks but I managed to get the information when Dimitri comes here. "Gosh, I'm bored. What if he's not here today?" Lucy sighs and scratches her brunette hair with her long painted finger nails. "He is. He has to be." I insist.

The atmosphere switched to that of tension as she heard him say, "You are his Mistress?" Persephone turned around sharply, her lips making a dark smile. "Oh, I was more than just that. I was his Domina." Dimitris' masks fell at that instant, his eyes widening as he processed her words. "That- That is not possible, he-" "He has a birthmark on his thigh," She cut in, keeping the smile on. "And he has this strange fetish for my feet. He likes feet. I am sure you are aware of at least that."

She says the last part while flashing me a grin. Finally. Someone that agrees with me on something. Gaining my composure, I pat my hair as I walk towards the almost motionless man. I place the sole of my heels above his eyes and dig it into eyes. He's not dead yet but he will soon so he should feel pain. Have a little taste of your medicine douchebag. “Who are you?” I ask the lady who's still kicking the man. “Me? Dimitra. Dimitra Vicenzo.” “Vicenzo?”

A guard at the door called out. Almost immediately, the room went silent as the doors swung open and she stepped inside. Her suit was white. Her hair pulled back from her face, her stormy gaze hard as he strolled in paused, and surveyed the entire room. I found myself holding my breath as this woman scrutinized the room, then slowly she walked towards us, the loud clicking of her red bottom heels resounding around the dining room. “Lycan Dimitri,” She bowed slightly and held out a hand for Dimitri to shake.

My feet came to a stop when I noticed Dmitry staring at me. “There you are. I thought may I arrived too early.” I heard a girl call from behind him. Lacy approached in a satin navy-blue dress. Her eyes ran across me before placing a small kiss on Dmitry’s cheek. His deep grey eyes locked onto me before finally dragging them away to greet her. I shifted where I stood. This was one of those times when his intense gaze left me feel vulnerable. Cory leaned into me, pulling us close together. Almost mirroring the couple across from us. Except his action didn’t seem as forced as Dmitry’s.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: Three months later, the backyard smelled of fresh-cut grass and wildflowers. Lyra stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, smoothing the simple white dress over her hips. It wasn’t extravagant—just soft fabric that flowed when she moved, with delicate straps and a touch of lace at the neckline. Perfect. “You look beautiful,” Dimitri said from the doorway. He wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, dark pants, and that same intense look in his eyes that still made her stomach flip. The scars from that final night had faded to faint lines, reminders they both carried quietly.

Leanne goes down to the garden, and on her way she feels very thirsty, so she decides to go to the kitchen to get some juice to compensate for the blood that Maxmus had sifted from her. maid 1 quickly; No, no, no, His Highness Prince Dimitri is the one who resembles His Majesty the King, for he is very violent like him. Can't you hear the women's screams at night from his wing? Maid 2 quietly: We don't deny that Prince Dmitry is a bit violent but Prince Demian is also violent, I can hear women's moans from his suite at night he's beautifully violent hahahaha Maid 3 laughed; It's a whine of pleasure, my dear, ha-ha-ha

the lady exclaimed, still relishing the wonderful sight. Her statement made Laura smile and blush. Her cheeks were turning red. She didn't know how Lim was going to react when he saw her looking this hot! What is happening to me? Why am I so concerned about how he is going to react when he sees me? She said inwardly but never let a word out. "And I have the prefect shoes for this gown!" The lady exclaimed as she went for the shoes and searched through them. When she found what she was looking for, she opened the box and took it out. It was a pair of nude heels, and as she had said, it matched perfectly with the gown on her body.

Dimitri bows his head down and replies, "As you wish, Lady Candice!" Dimitri then walks to the table and picks up Jessblue’s unconscious body. The guard leaves the room to escort a sleeping Jessblue back to her bedroom. I get up from the table and start to pace back and forth. I begin to feel a cold shiver run up and down my spine.

My mind has become a foggy cloud of pleasure making my surroundings blur around me as Dimitri walks the long hallway, stopping at the door of his room. He kicks the door open with his feet, slips in and deposits me on the bed. My body bounces lightly on the slick grey bedspread. I look at Dimitri and say with sarcasm. "Such a gentleman you are." I attempt to lift myself when Dimitri yanks my legs with my ankles until I'm on the edge of the bed. My dress pools to my waist.