I nodded enthusiastically. “Yep. I’m standing here naked as the day I was born, and you’re over there completely dressed. It feels a bit like a power imbalance to me.”
“Is that so?” His teasing tone matched the heat in his eyes as he started to pull his already loosened tie free. I swatted at his hand playfully, the same way he had done to me earlier when I tried to hold his head to my breasts.
“That’s my job.”
“Well, then I guess you better get to it, sweets.”
I adored the way he called me sweets. When we first started dating, he used to call me his sweet flower because of my name and the light fragrance of jasmine from my lotion. Eventually, he shortened it to sweets instead of sweet flower, though he still sometimes used that, too. It always warmed my heart to hear it, though, because it was an endearment that was mine and mine alone. He might have called other women baby, babe, or darlin’ in his past, but those were generic terms and never for me. He had once told me that the love of his life deserved something just for her.
I had removed his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Ridge knew how to play the game and stood still as I did the work. His eyes tracked my every move and when I finally got to that last button, I spread his shirt apart at the bottom and then trailed my fingers up his abs and the center of his chest before I trailed my nails across his collarbone, to his shoulders, and then pushed the sleeves of his shirt off his shoulders.
I hadn’t thought ahead about the sleeves though. He didn’t have them rolled up today, so they were still secured by buttons and the shirt caught at his wrists. Ridge chuckled at the frown that formed on my face as a result.
“Need a hand?” he asked.
“Two in fact,” I shot back as I grabbed one of them and unbuttoned the sleeve before I yanked it down and away from his arm. Then, I repeated the process with a little more aggression than was probably necessary. “There,” I huffed as the shirt floated to the ground with my clothing. “It all worked out.”
“Seems to me you have a good bit to go, sweets.” He glanced down at his dress pants that were obviously tented. I leaned in and placed a kiss over his heart.
“Patience, love. I’m getting there.”
He moaned his approval as my fingers slid back down from his neck to his chest and all the way to where I had to unbuckle his belt. I stepped back then. “This is the one thing I want you to help with.”
He gave me a knowing, cocky grin. “You want me to do the thing?” I nodded and couldn’t contain my eager smile as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll never understand why this is such a turn on.”
“It just is,” I panted as he reached down to grab hold of his leather belt. He teased me with a false start, and I threw my hands on my hips and poked my lip out in a pout. Finally, he snapped the belt out of all the loops on his slacks in one swift movement that left me breathless. The crack of the leather as it snapped back sent a shiver down my spine and made my pussy drip. Then, Ridge doubled the belt over and dropped the loop around my head and pulled until I had been collared with it. I didn’t even realize he had pushed the end of the belt through the buckle to do that.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” I huffed as my heated gaze met his. There was no denying he was equally turned on by the change in our play.
“We might have to make the shower our second stop tonight, sweets. I don’t think I can resist you when you’re collared so prettily for me.”
“No arguments here, sir” I murmured as he gently yanked on the belt. We moved back into the bedroom instead of the bathroom, but then my husband seemed to change his mind again and tugged me in the direction we’d just come from.
“On second thought,” he mumbled. I didn’t have a chance to ask what his second thought was. He pulled me into the bathroom, and shut the door, then smiled at the full-length mirror that was mounted to the back of it. He pushed me down so that I was bent over the bathroom counter between the his-and-her sinks. Ridge spun the belt around my neck so that he held the length of it behind me as he used one hand to unfasten his pants and push them down. My eyes tracked his movements in the mirror over the sinks, while his head was turned so he could watch what he did in the full-length mirror on the door.
His cock popped out of his slacks thick and heavy. I angled my head enough so that I could see his reflection in the full-length mirror as well. Then he pulled up on the belt and made a tsking noise at me.
“No, my sweet. This mirror is for me. I want your eyes on that one. I want you to see the pleasure it brings me to watch myself take you like this.”
Before I could even utter a response, my husband slammed his cock home into my welcoming pussy. He yanked up on the belt as he thrust in which caused my upper body to come up off the counter and bow backward toward him. He didn’t hurt me. No, the bastard turned me on more than I had ever been in my life. I don’t think either of us realized just how much we would enjoy a little light bondage.
“Fuck!” Ridge hissed. “I should have bound your hands behind your back instead.”
When I moaned my agreement, he slammed his hips into me harder and then pushed me back down so that my torso was flush on the countertop. One of his hands continued to hold on to the belt while the other held his flat palm to the small of my back.
“Look at the way you take me so fucking perfectly.”
“Ridge,” I called out his name as he slammed into me over and over again. There was no doubt in my mind that I would have bruises along the tops of my thighs from how hard he rammed me into the countertop, but I wasn’t about to stop. It would be worth it – at least until Ridge noticed and then beat himself up for it. The man did not like leaving even the smallest mark on me unless it was from his mouth.
“Stay with me, sweets!” he demanded. “I need you to get there because I’m so fucking close.” His eyes kept drifting from watching our reflections in the mirror to looking down at the way our bodies slapped together firsthand. “So, fucking beautiful like this,” he grunted out between thrusts.
Ridge reached between my body and the counter and ran his fingers over my clit. It was then that he noticed how hard his thrusts had been pushing me into the marble. “Shit,” he huffed, then pulled out, spun me around, and plopped my ass down so that it was hanging just above the edge.
It took less than a minute before he was back inside me. “Will pay for every bruise I just put on your body.”
“How about you just fuck me so stupid that I smile every time I see them?”
He shook his head and pumped in and out of me at a slower pace while also massaging my clit. The belt around my neck had become more of a tie as it was forgotten in the flurry of our position change.
