You Would Never Know

XIX | The Swordsmith

"Harder! Oh fuck! Harder, Abel!" My painful moans and groans echoed in the room as I yelled demands at Abel. This was painful, but worth it. "I said, harder! Do you not hear me?"

"It's too tight, Dali." He said it through clenched teeth as he tried harder.

"If I pull any harder than this, your organs won't have space." He gave up and tied the strings of the corset.

To say I couldn't breathe would be an understatement.

My waist, which is already quite narrow, almost seemed like it would disappear, but I was aiming for a specific theme in this event, and I had to make it happen.

I wore a gold-embroidered dress with a low square neckline that had long gold feathers starting from the waist to the bottom in the back, as the designer took inspiration from a peacock. I had a painfully stiff gold silk corset on and off-white silk gloves that reached my elbows. The only thing that wasn't causing me pain were the kitten heels that were covered with the golden fabric draping on the floor.

My hair was put in a high bun and fluffed up, while gold accessories crowned my head. My make-up consisted of gold elements everywhere, including my eyes, but it had a bit of emerald green lining my eyes, and my lips were nude.

Overall, it was a dramatic and glamorous look, which is exactly what I asked for.

The majority didn't understand the vision I was going for, but Lanvin was the only one to immediately agree once he understood my vision when I told him, "Imagine an extravagant Victorian villain in a cartoon." And he made it happen.

"God! I want to fuck myself." I literally couldn't take my eyes off of myself. "God! I want to too." Abel mimicked me a little too well. "Nothing holds you back from doing so." I'm fully aware I'm playing with fire, and so what? I meant what I said, even though my tone made it seem otherwise.

A single glance at his eyes through the reflection told me everything that was going on inside his head. His eyes showed me the trouble I'm in if I keep playing with fire, and all I did about it was smirk. I was unafraid of delving into it. Too bad what I craved to delve into was held back. "Stay focused, Buttercup."

"Yes sir." A groan left his lips as he moved away to walk around the room a bit until he was composed.

If our moment was going to end so soon, let it end the right way.

"Let's get back on track, shall we?" I hummed, amused by his attempts at trying to distract himself. "Bring in the jewelry; you'll have the honor of putting it on." I instructed my favorite assistant of the day before I went back to looking at myself in the mirror, in case something needed tweaking.

The more I look at myself, the more I think there's something missing. There has to be something; there just has to be.

Think, Dali, think.

"Go get the jewelry, Abel, dearest." I asked that because maybe that might have been the reason I was feeling like something was missing. Abel nodded before going to get the box of jewelry. It had a few pieces from the new collection that I will wear for the event tonight.

"Yes! I got it!" I suddenly remembered one of the pieces I had ordered from our archives and waddled my way to where the majority of the accessories lay, as I couldn't move fast enough in the dress.

By the time I reached it, I was already out of breath and putting my hand on my chest.

I was looking for a long, thin vintage box, but it was hard to find through the mess I created in my hotel room.