“Both belts suit you well,” Aleksander sighed, his head resting on the sofa just a bit away from the closet. “Which feels better?”

“Could you put it on for me, so I can tell?”

He hummed thoughtfully at the request- then smiled, using his foot to push the coffee table away. “Fine.”

“Forwards. Come now.” He beckoned, and tugged at the belt in your hand to draw you closer. “Arms up.”

Gentle hands circled the black leather around your hips, and he patted the soft satin of your dress.

“Good?”