Chapter Six
The shop downstairs had been packed full of women, and she hated shopping at the best of times. The great relief was when a shop assistant helped her to pick out the simple two-piece suit. Looking at the flimsy garments, she wondered if her splurge should be taken back. Being back in the comfort of his apartment was welcome. She’d never been one for shopping. Having a large figure while size zero women shopped always made her feel like a sore thumb.
Never being a small woman, she knew she wouldn’t be on the catwalk anytime soon. Sighing, she pulled off her dress and underwear, stood in front of the mirror to gaze at her reflection. She wondered what Wayne saw in her. Her legs were too large, her hips too wide, belly rounded instead of flat. Her breasts were pert and a handful even to her.
When she was around Wayne, he made her feel small and dainty. No choice left, she put on the deep purple costume. There were ties at one of her hips for the briefs, and she’d need someone to help with the top part. The top consisted of two cups held together by flimsy string. She tied one part around her neck and then moulded the fabric over the large breasts to give her some respect. Why couldn’t she have been given a decent pair? Ones that weren’t the size of melons. Lily went in search of Wayne to help with the ties.
She walked into the hall and crashed into a hard muscular chest she wasn’t accustomed to. Firm hands held her steady.
“I’m so sorry,” she said as she looked at Richard. Lily was mortified he’d caught her semi-naked.
“No need to be sorry when a half-naked woman crashes into me.”
Wayne came round him, and his gaze skimmed her body. The blush heated her cheeks and chest. She couldn’t see it, but she knew it was there.
“I-I....” She stopped and licked her lips. “Could...you...could you please do me up?” She gave him her back and then remembered her ass was on display.
Lily squeaked and spun, the top slipping. A breast popped free. She squealed and ran from the men.
Lily heard them talk, and then seconds later, Wayne was back in his office and stared at her, amusement shining in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry.” Her father, use to call her many names, including an embarrassment, and here she’d proven it. What other woman would go around with the threat of a boob falling out as she did?
“You don’t need to apologize. Unless you were intending to sneak away with Richard while my back was turned,” he said.
“I guess that was a joke.” Wayne put a finger to his lips and shushed. “Don’t tell anyone. You’ll spoil my reputation.”
Lily couldn’t stop her laugh, and before long, she saw him respond in laughter. The laughing was infectious.
“Turn around. I’ll tie it up.”
“I’m not wanting to swim anymore. I feel like a whale,” she complained. Lily shook her head not knowing why she mentioned her insecurity. Most women had weight issues. The women who travelled in Wayne’s social circles were notorious for being super slim. The classic size zero.
They’d had a pool at home, and she used to love soaking in the sun and taking a swim. George and Jessica hired a pool boy to clean it, and then Stephanie was out every opportunity to tease her, shooting nasty comments about her size and the way she looked.
Shame when the pool boy laughed at the cruel words. That had been about three years ago, before the staff were let go one by one. She never went into the pool again.
Wayne’s hands landed on her hips. “Why do you say awful things about yourself?” he whispered near her ear. His breath disturbed the hair on her neck. Goosebumps erupted on her flesh, and she gasped when his teeth grazed the surface of her skin. Her neck was so sensitive, small touches driving her crazy. She knew from past hairdressing experiences.
He moved from the hips up to her ribs.
“I’m not blind. I know what I look like.”
The way he touched her, she was starting to have doubts.
“Do you really?” He continued upwards, the pads of his fingers ran over her breasts.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“You touching me.”
“Lily, I’m going to be your husband as soon as it can be arranged. I think touching is permitted.” Wayne caressed farther up, sending her arms above her head. He touched her hands before roaming down and wrapped his arms round her stomach. Lily tried to suck in her belly.
“Don’t. I love your body, and I want to see it more often. Purple really flatters you.” His fingers circled the flesh of her belly.
She let out the breath and leaned back. “Do you feel that?” he asked, and Lily shook her head. Wayne thrust his pelvis against her ass, and Lily jumped. “I want you. I’ll always want you.”
Turning her, he slammed his mouth over hers. His tongue thrust inside her.
Lily, stunned by the action, didn’t respond at first.
“Touch me, Lily. Kiss me.” This was the first time she’d heard him command, and she placed her hands on him. “No, touch me here.” He took her hand and pressed it over his stiff shaft.
“You’re really hard. Does it hurt?”
Wayne chuckled. “Yes, but in a good way.”
“I can’t do this. I’m not ready.”
Sighing, Wayne took a step back. “Go and jump in the pool. I’ll be there soon.”
Pleased to be out of the way, Lily walked slowly to the door and left for the pool. The setting sun was a beauty to behold. The pool was in a sunroom, providing plenty of protection from the cold air outside.
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Wayne watched her go, and it seemed he spent most of his time watching her leave. He moved through to the en-suite bathroom and started the shower. He peeled off his clothing and climbed in.
Glancing down, he moaned at the red swollen cock sticking straight out, begging for attention.
He wouldn’t be able to go out with the thick erection. Wayne wanted Lily to become accustomed to his presence, not terrified this early on. He reached for the soap and lathered his cock, the bubbles helping him thrust through his fist.
Resting his forehead on his arm on the shower stall, he closed his eyes and imagined Lily coming into the bathroom to meet him. She wore a cute little towel that dropped to the floor when she saw him fucking his own hand. He groaned, wondering what it would feel like to have her naked little fist wrapped around his dick instead of his own hand. The cold water hit his back, but he couldn’t feel it. With his eyes closed, he could almost imagine her stood there.
Wayne thought about her lush mouth. The plump lips spread around his aching dick, sucking him into the back of her throat. There was so much to teach her. His cry echoed off the walls of the bathroom as he envisioned her on her knees in front of him, deep throating his shaft. His thick sperm landed on the tile, and he shook all over from the power of his climax. Wayne prayed he wouldn’t be forced to resort to a cold shower and the love of his fist all that often.
He cleaned up his mess and went to get his own swimming trunks. He would join her in the pool and talk. Wayne didn’t want a sex object. He wanted a wife, and so far, every touch had resorted in a sexual display of his dominance. All he sought to do was be with her and show her he wasn’t all that bad company.
Minutes later, he found her floating in the pool. Wayne stopped and stared. Her eyes were closed, and he couldn’t determine if she had a smile on her face or looked sad.
Slowly, so as not to disturb her, he moved to the farthest end of the pool and waited.