TW: BDSM, mild degradation/humiliation [slapping, choking, face fucking, name calling ("Daddy" IS used—I know some people aren't comfortable with it)], mild verbal belittlement, mild deprivation, unprotected sex.
Suguru stood with his broad back to you, adjusting his crimson tie in the mirror. The underside of his long black hair flowed gently over his shoulder blades, while the top was pulled back in a messy bun, blending perfectly with his dark, sharp suit.
Your fitted party dress matched the same shade of red that hugged Suguru's neck, shaping your curves perfectly and stopping at your thighs.
Shoulders folded across your chest, you were propped up against the bathroom doorway, admiring him in disbelief. His back muscles and biceps were longing to burst through the fabric, and you had to restrain yourself, and remind yourself that you couldn't have what you really wanted until after dinner.
In the mirror, you watched Suguru's beady eyes shift from his neck to you. He finished up with his tie, gave his jacket a tug and smirked, two long strands of hair framing either side of his flawless lips.
"Darling, are you ready?"
"For what?" you smiled playfully, tapping your heel against the linoleum, knowing damn well you were only ready for him at that moment.
"Your work party, of course," Suguru responded, pretending he didn't know what you were getting at.
"I know how important it is to you."
Suguru turned from the sink and made his way to you in the doorway, looking you up and down. You stood up straight and he placed his hands on your hips as you gently brushed one of his long strands of hair out from in front of his eyes.
"Hmmm..." You sighed, placing your hands on his chest.
"I don't think it's nearly as important as getting to see you like this."
His jacket was still unbuttoned, presenting you the perfect opportunity to closely trace his body over his snug white dress shirt. As your hands slowly moved from his pecs to his abs, you thought about the image that was burned into your mind long ago, the first time that you saw him without all the fabric in the way. It never did get old.
"Mmm, and have I mentioned how absolutely stunning you look?"
Suguru's hands moved from your hips to the small of your back, pulling your body into his, making you melt as he towered over you, his face just inches from yours. He gave you a small peck on the forehead.