Making Her A Princess

Later that evening

Mireille was waiting patiently for Dante to get back from work with her phone in her hand. It was 5pm already and he had told her he’d be back early that morning so Mireille found it weird that he was not home yet.

But she did not want to call him too. As much as Dante had told her to be as clingy as she wanted to be, Mireille was holding back. She did not want to be all over Dante. She feared he might find that way too annoying to cope with.

But a couple more minutes was all Mireille could bear. She had to hear his voice at least. Giving up on not being clingy, she dialed his contact and it rang for a while before it was picked up.

“Hey Princess” his voice came soothingly but Mireille could not ignore that he sounded a bit tired.

“Dante” she almost whispered his name and she heard Dante pur softly at the other side of the line.

“I love how you call my name, Princess. Do it again” he demanded and Mireille smiled, holding back a giggle.

“Dante” she called his name again.

“You know the version that feels much better?” Dante asked.

“Dante Romano” Mireille replied, her voice a bit softer.

“Or Master?” She asked, her voice teasingly in a bit of a moan.

“Fuck” she heard Dante curse on the other side of the line.

“You know what you are doing to me, don’t you?” He asked.

“What? I don’t think I am doing anything, or am I?” She asked, her voice still teasingly soft and gentle.

“You are biting off more than you can chew” Dante said to her, his voice in a deep warning but hot tone.

Giggling to break the sexual tension that had built over the mere phone call, Mireille decided to ask about his day and what tired him out.

“Hey, I think you sound a bit tired. Are you okay?” She asked.

“I am a bit tired but not tired enough not to fuck your ass tonight” he replied and Mireille’s cheeks flushed with heat.

“I will be more than willing” Mireille replied softly, her fingers now playing with the hem of her dress as she felt the itch between her legs.

“I am being serious though” she added, still wanting to know what was tiring Dante out.

“It’s nothing serious. It’s just work but it will be over soon”

“Can I see your face then? Should I facetime you?” She asked but was faced with a negative response that surprised her.

“No, Princess. I won’t be able to, right now”

“Dante?” Mireille called, her brows pulling close.

“Yes baby girl” he called her enchantingly.

“Are you sure you are okay?” She asked him.

“I am going to feel my best, the best I have ever felt very soon” Dante replied her with a vague response, making Mireille sigh softly.

“You will get a package soon. I love you, Princess” he blew her a kiss and the call ended.

Strange was what Mireille felt but she decided to be patient. Dante could be busy with a lot. She had seen him work a couple of times and she knew just how busy he could be at times. Today had to be one of those days.

Mireille was still there on the sofa with her phone in her hand when two maid walked in with fancy but luxurious boxes in each hands that sure contained sometimes luxurious.

“Good day, Miss. Mathieu” the maids bowed slightly in front of Mireille.

“Good day” Mireille responded with a smile.

“This is to be delivered to you, ma’am” one of the maid said and they both stretched the fancy boxes to Mireille who took it in both hands, figuring out that this was the package Dante told her she was going to be getting soon.

“Alright. Thank you” She gave the maids a small smile after which the maids walked away.

Mireille quickly opened the first fancy box and inside of it laid the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. Blue like she loved her dresses to be but it still had to be the most beautiful blue dress she had ever laid her eyes on and a matching white purse with blue pearls on it.

Getting up on her feet, Mireille stretched the dress out to admire its beauty better. It was a lengthy dress with a slit that ran all the way to her right thigh, exposing the flesh there. The fabric felt so soft to the touch and Mireille was sure it had to be one of the best.

The neckline was absolutely beautiful and the dress had made use of some lace appliques. The dress was stunning and Mireille could not help but let out a happy dance.

Stopping, she noticed a note in the box and she picked it up.

‘Befitting for a princess’

She turned to the other side of the note.

‘Strictly no panties. Master’s possession should be bare’

The words at the back of the note made Mireille feel a bit wetter.

Heavens knew she needed Dante already.

She carefully dropped the dress and the note, then pulled open the other box. It contained a pair of heels that matched with the beauty of the dress.

“Oh my god” Mireille gasped slightly as she stared at the beauties Dante had gotten her.

What exactly was he planning for tonight?

She found another note in the box and she picked it up to read what was written.

‘Be ready by 8pm’

Mireille quickly turned it over and her cheeks flushed at what was written on the other side of the note.

‘I want to fuck you in your heels’

“Dante is torturing me” she whispered and let out a hot breath.

It was still quite a long time before 8pm and Mireille wished nothing more than having a sort of super power that could help her quicken time.

“Three hours more” she whispered.

She had no choice than to wait. Mireille packed up the package and headed into her room to start getting ready for whatever Dante was planning.

*

Few minutes to 8:00pm

Mireille stepped into the heels and spun around in front of the mirror in her room. She looked nothing short of a princess. Dante sure was serious when he said he was going to make her feel like a princess.

Mireille could not help but giggle at how great she looked. Grabbing her phone from the bed, she took a picture and sent it to Belinda. There was no response and Belinda wasn’t online too.

Shrugging it off, Mireille tucked her phone away into the white purse with blue pearls. Mireille stepped out of her room and walked down the stairs carefully.

There was no Dante to catch her if she fell this time. She chuckled at the thought.

Mireille was soon out of the main building and she could see a black car parked in front of her but it wasn’t Dante standing before it. It was Ditto.

“Where is he?” Mireille asked Ditto.

“I will be taking you to boss, Miss. Mireille” Ditto pulled open the car door for Mireille to step in.

Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line for a bit before getting into the car. She could not wait to see what Dante was really getting so busy at.

The drive was pretty long. It lasted a good forty minutes before Ditto pulled the car to a stop at the seaside.

Ditto got out of the car first and pulled open the car door for Mireille. As soon as she stepped out, the fresh breeze of the sea hit her face and Mireille let out a small smile.

“Where is he?” She asked Ditto.

“I will take you to him now, Miss. Mireille” Ditto replied and walked on.

Mireille immediately followed after him and in no time, they were standing in front of a freaking yacht.

“I will lead you in” Ditto said and proceeded further.

Mireille walked on after him and they were soon inside the yacht.

“I will have to leave now, Miss. Mireille. Boss is just over there” Ditto said, pointing towards the deck.

“Alright. Thank you” Mireille whispered as Ditto hurried off quietly.

Mireille held back the smiles on her face and walked towards the deck.

“Dante” Mireille gasped softly as she laid her eyes on Dante seated before a table of the best meals ever.

A dinner date on a freaking yacht! Mireille wanted to scream her heads off.

Dante got up from the chair, licking his lips slightly. His Princess looked so beautiful, so stunning and yet so sexy under the moonlight. He could feel his very heart pound at the sight of her.

Hell! He could not have fallen in love with anyone better.

He was dressed in a black tailored suit and under the bright moonlight, he seemed to shine.

“How can you look so good?” Mireille had no idea when the words left her lips.

Dante chuckled softly, picking a flower crown on the table and walking up to Mireille who seemed to be frozen to the spot. Dante stopped right in front of her and gently positioned the flower crown on her forehead.

“There. I made you a princess now. My very own Princess.”