Diamonds

Picking out a dress for her wedding is probably one of the most important things that a girl would put on her bucket list.
Armand had chosen five of the top designers in the world to do the bid. They came with their portfolios, models to parade the selection of their work for Ariana to choose from. Of course the dress was tailor made for her based on her preference.
The choice was narrowed down to one designer whose work fell in the line of what Ariana wanted her dress to look. Carolina Santiago’s vision on what a wedding gown should look like fits Ariana’s taste.
The fabrics, the color, the tenuous stitches. Carolina weaved each and every grain of diamond into the dress with her own hands. They discussed the making of the dress meticulously for months. She came to the house to measure every piece and layer of the dress with Ariana every time she made any progress.
Carolina saw the real relationship between the future bride and groom. She caught Armand having sex with one of the models she brought to their home while Ari was picking out fabrics in the other room. When Ari asked her to create secret pockets inside her dress, Carolina didn’t ask any questions.
She was fitting out the bottom part of the dress with the pockets already stitched inside it when Armand came into the room. Carolina was risking her own safety to be a willing participant in concealing what Ariana had requested in secret.
They were in the middle of her dressing room looking at a mirror. Her top was bare because they were only trying out the lower part.
“It’s bad luck to see the dress before the wedding,” Ari said covering her breasts with her arms.
Armand had a sultry look on his face. He approached slowly, “I don’t believe in bad luck.” He stopped and stood by the round table, his hands folded in front of him as he ran his eyes on his beautiful bride to be.
“That doesn’t count … it doesn’t matter if you believe it or not,” she giggled.
Caroline was silent. She was hiding the pockets hoping Armand wasn’t there to check on her work.
He wasn’t.
“I saw the invitations are ready … they’re in my study … I’ll have Gayle send them out later after you confirm the list of guests,” he said.
She nodded, “Sure … I’ll check it one last time later,” she was hoping he would leave after that.
But his eyes were dark and his presence was intense. He turned his attention to the dress and looked at it for a few agonizing seconds. “Does it count if the dress is not done yet?” he smiled.
She laughed softly, “I don’t know.”
They stared at each other through the mirror. He was looking at his most precious possession with her breast bare, her hair fell over her shoulder and her sweet smile.
“Carolina … would you mind taking off that dress from my wife?” He had addressed her as his wife ever since he proposed to her.
“We’re almost done with the measurement, baby, it will only take a few more minutes,” Ari said.
“I can’t wait a few more minutes, I want it done now,” his voice was calm, but everyone knew what he wanted must be done.
Carolina looked at Ari for her approval. Ari smiled and nodded. So she took off the dress and left her with nothing but her panties.
Armand walked over to her and pulled away her arms from her chests. He stared at her in the mirror in front of them, “Don’t cover your beautiful breasts from me … I want to see them.”
The hair on her body stood up. Carolina was still in the room gathering her stuff.
He ran his hands from her waist up to her breast and squeezed it gently. Her nipples got hard. He loved watching her body react to his touch. He licked the back of her ear, “I want you right here … right now,” he whispered.
She glanced at Carolina who looked nervous.
He was impatient, the damn designer was taking too long to finish up. “Carolina … would you mind leaving the door open when you go out?”
Ari looked at him bewildered.
“I want the whole staff to know how much I love my wife while I fuck your brains out,” he pulled down her panties.
Carolina was finally done. She almost stumbled on her way out. She didn’t even turn to look at what he was doing to Ari in her presence.
“Thank you, Carolina, we’ll see you again soon,” Armand said.
“I thought she would never leave … Now where were we?” his eyes were nailed to the mirror.
She was his object of control and desires. In his hands, he will make her enliven his fantasies. It’s not the same with any other women, no one can satisfy his greed quite like she can.
Ariana was pure, she had never been touched by any other man but him. It was one of the reasons why he was so possessive of her. She was his body to own and do as he pleased. He loved her for it, like he never loved anyone before in his life.
The only thing that was lacking, she couldn’t oblige to his need of her, twelve times a day. She was his obsession, and it hurt her so deeply and more than he could ever have imagined.
He pulled her hair back so her head was tilted slightly. He touched her there and everywhere. He watched as she relish in the pleasure, he listened to her breathing as it increased. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.
Watching themselves in the mirror as he thrust from behind gave him goosebumps. She was perfect. “I have this sickness only you can cure, Ari,” he put his hand around her neck, “The thought of you seduced me to my very core and I just have to have you … all the time.” He groaned.
“I’m yours, baby, I’m right here,” she knew what he wanted to hear.
“You swear? Am I the only one you will ever love in your life?” he pushed harder and faster.
She moaned, “You are, Armand, you have always been … and always will be … the only one.”
Those words shoot him off the roof. As if he had the fuel he needed, he was moving fast and hard. “See what you’ve done to me? You make me crazy, baby, I’m crazy because of you.”
His movement was sending her to another place of consciousness. She couldn’t deny that she loved the sex and that she had loved him and hated him for what he did in the name of love. He made her moan and whimper hard enough for it to echo throughout the hallway.
He rubbed her center as he picked up his pace. He didn’t want to miss every bit of her expression in the mirror and his own too. It felt so good, she made him feel good, and he wanted to reciprocate. “Do you feel me, baby? Do you like that?”
She couldn’t even hear what he was saying anymore, the pleasure had taken over her. She was close to erupting and he felt her tighten around him.
“Oh baby, I love you,” he kept repeating it and dug his teeth on her shoulder gently and they came together hard and long.
He turned her around and kissed her mouth, he picked her up and carried her to the sofa. They were panting. He had tears in his eyes. He often did that after a good hard sex.
They laid naked on the sofa. “Come here,” Ari said and he would curl up on her stomach like a lost little boy. She stroked his hair.
Armand Lombardo was not well. He was sick, and he was sick for her love.
He later gave her a bag of diamonds to be sewn to her dress. It was a reminder of that day they fuck in her dressing room. All 300 pieces of them that she meticulously picked out one by one when Diego went to the store.