Tony placed his hands on her hips. “What are you doing?”
“I feel fat in this,” she said.
Her nerves picked up as his hands ran all over her body. He stared at her h*ps and went down to where the dress ended at her knee, up and round. Her ass was squeezed before he moved up and rested his hands just beneath her br**sts.
He stared at her reflection in the mirror. “I don’t think you look anything other than magnificent.”
She was falling. The way he spoke and looked at her she could imagine she was beautiful. Even with all of her weight. Someone knocked at the door interrupting the moment.
Tony answered and took the clothes out of the woman’s hands. “I can take it from here,” he said.
The door was closed and locked. They were alone. In private.
He placed the clothes on the chair, searching through them until he found something red. “Opal, I want you to do something for me.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to model these.” He lifted a red lace bra with matching French lace knickers.
A blush stained her cheeks. “Will you turn around?”
“No. I want to watch you get changed into them.”
She shook her head. “I can’t do that. We can’t do that.”
“We’re married,” he said.
In her heart she was shouting and punching the air for joy. In her head she knew otherwise.
“No. You still won’t try them on?”
She shook her head.
“How about I let you look for work.”
“That’s blackmail,” she said when she processed what he’d said.
“From what I hear it’s effective.” She frowned. “Never mind. If you try these on for me, I’ll let you look for work.”
“You can’t stop me looking if I try those on or not.”
“Do you really want to see the power I have over stopping you from looking? I could make your life a little difficult,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because I want something, and I’ll do anything until you give it to me.”
“But you said you didn’t want me in that way.”
“I’ve changed my mind. Take the underwear and try them on, Opal.”
Something had changed in him. His eyes were darker, and the way he walked was filled with a purpose. This wasn’t the happy-go-lucky Tony she knew. This was a predator intent on getting what he wanted.
He passed her the underwear. She took them and watched as he went and sat down. Red wasn’t her colour. She tried to avoid the colour because of her lighter skin tone. What did she do?
Taking a breath, she placed them on the stool. The dress had a zipper in the back, and no matter what she did, she couldn’t unzip the dress on her own.
“Could you help me?” she asked.
“Come here.” His voice sent a thrill of excitement through her.
She moved to where he sat. Tony stood and eased the zipper down. She felt his hand touch her back. The heat of him spread through her body.
“Thank you.”
But she didn’t pull away. He held her, his other hand circling her waist. She heard him inhale as his lips brushed her neck. “You smell so good.”
“I need to go and get changed,” she said.
“I know. I like having you in my arms. It’s where you’re supposed to be.”
He let her go, and she walked back up. There was no way she could work around putting the underwear on without looking like a complete clown. She would have to remove everything.
Was she ready for him to see her body?
****
Tony put his hand on his knees, his palms sweaty. The touch of her silken skin almost undid him. He closed his eyes to gain his control for a second, and when he opened them, Opal was removing her dress.
She’d turned to the side, and he smiled. No way would she be able to cover up that glorious body. He wanted to see her naked. To see her in beautiful clothing and to show her how gorgeous he thought she was.
If he didn’t get some relief soon he would burst at the seams. With her gaze away from him, he touched his stiff cock, biting the inside of his mouth to contain the moan which threatened to escape.
The dress fell to the floor. She wore a simple pair of cotton panties and unappealing bras. He didn’t want to see this. Opal deserved lace and silk. He’d be the one and only man to give it to her.
In this early stage, he let keep as much of her body covered as possible. She removed her bra. He didn’t see the proper size of her or how her ni**les looked. She changed her underwear in quick time. Nothing in her movement was meant to tease or tantalise.
In that moment he hated the decision he’d made on his wedding night. Nothing could keep him away from her. He wanted her with desperation.
Not Richard or himself could keep him from claiming what was his.
“Turn around,” he said.
Slowly, Opal turned to face him. Running a hand down his face, he got up out of his seat and walked over to her. She stared at him. Her eyes glazed, and he was sure it was with arousal.
“I want you to wear these for me on Friday,” he told her.
“But I’m wearing a black dress.”
“I don’t care. Wear these for me, or there will be hell to pay.” With his final warning spoken, he slammed his lips down on hers.
One taste was all he needed. Her body started out stiff against him. Taking hold of her hair, he pulled, causing her head to tilt, and a gasp escaped her lips. He took full advantage of her vulnerability.
Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he tasted her. Her hands stayed by her side. Tony kept one hand locked in her hair while the other gripped her ass. He wanted so much more. Rubbing his c**k against her stomach, their moans mingled.
Only when she began to respond did he set her loose.
“Get dressed. I’ll meet you outside.”
Chapter Five
On the day of the charity ball, Lily and Scarlet visited Opal at home. They helped her with her hair and make-up.
“I can’t wait for Tony to show you off to his friends,” Lily said.
Opal smiled and didn’t say anything. Her nerves had been fried ever since he’d left her after their shopping trip. He’d ordered plenty of clothes for her to enjoy. The problem she found with the clothes was every time she looked at them she thought about the way he’d made her dress for him. Did every man do that?
Scarlet put a hand to her back and moaned.
“Are you all right?” Opal asked, concerned for her sister-in-law.
“Fine. This baby is just making his presence known more than the others.”