Jon stood before the mirror, regarding his reflection.  A smug grin turned the corners of his mouth as he evaluated his bare, muscular torso.  All the weight training he had done during this last leg of the tour had paid off.  His body was nearly as sculpted as it had been a decade ago when he was actually modeling.  Tonight he was just playing, but he looked damned good.

Jon sucked in a deep breath and grunted as he tugged the waist of his pants together.  He fumbled slightly before succeeding in fastening the snap.  Carefully he inched the zipper up to complete the closure, a task made difficult – and dangerous – by his burgeoning erection.  Jon chuckled again at his reflection, eyeing the snug, silver-studded black leather pants.  They left absolutely nothing to the imagination, including his current state of arousal.

This was the last of the outfits Cate had selected, the Grand Finale.  The seduction game was getting the better of both of them; without objection from his wife Jon had barely modeled the previous two ensembles.  In fact, to show off the last outfit he had merely stood in the doorway to the dressing room and spun around before ducking back behind the curtain to strip.  Cate’s husky laugh at his antics was evidence that she was as ready to get on with their evening as he was.

With another prideful smirk at his washboard abdomen, Jon pulled the dark maroon leather vest from its hanger and slipped it over his arms.  Joining the zipper at the bottom he closed the garment’s front, covering his stomach.  His fingers traveled up to arrange his silver cross pendant in the valley between his pectoral muscles, which were half-displayed by the vest’s deep-vee neckline. 

Jon chuckled at the thought of Cate’s reaction as he slipped his arms into a butter-soft charcoal gray leather jacket. This time he wouldn’t have to undress.  Cate would gladly do that for him.  Jon glanced at his black leather boots and immediately vetoed them.  Footwear would just slow down the striptease.  Besides, Cate always told him she found him unbearably sexy barefoot. 

Jon added a finishing touch of mirrored aviator sunglasses before turning to face the curtain. Running a hand through his tousled blonde mane, he smiled.  Showtime. 

“Ready?” Jon rested a hand on the heavy velvet drape and took a deep breath, summoning his cool.  His pulse was racing and his dick was throbbing with anticipation.  He shook his head, trying to clear it, to focus on the task at hand.

“Ready when you are,” came her eager reply.

Jon pushed aside the curtain and stood facing the salon, his arms outstretched to span the doorway.  His lips pursed in a sultry pout as he posed for a moment, giving Cate the full-on Rock Star attitude.  Her throaty growl in response sent a charge through his body.  With a self-satisfied smirk Jon dropped his arms to his sides and strolled toward Cate.  Behind him the velvet curtain swished closed.

“Jesus,” Cate breathed as she watched Jon’s approach.  She slipped forward on the chair until she was perched on the edge of her seat.  Her womb clenched as a powerful wave of desire rippled through her.  Cate couldn’t remember ever seeing Jon look so dangerously sexy.    

Jon remained silent, stopping several feet in front of her and standing still.  Behind the shades his eyes gleamed as he watched Cate devour him with her gaze.  He could almost feel her touch as her eyes raked over his body.  When he was reasonably sure she had evaluated every inch of his front, he slowly turned to show off the back of his ensemble.  Again he smirked at her groan of appreciation.

“So, you like?” Jon purred as he revolved again, to face her.  He chortled at her raptured expression.

“Uh huh.”  Cate unconsciously slid her tongue across her bottom lip.  “That’s a keeper.”

“Mmmm.”  Jon stared at Cate for a long moment before reaching up to slip the shades from his face.  He stepped forward to lay them on the table beside Cate’s chair, then retreated to his position.  Jon stood quietly, awaiting her next move.

Cate stared at Jon for another long moment before realizing he was waiting for her.  She drew in a deep breath and rose from her seat.  “My God, you look amazing in that,” she murmured, moving closer to him.  She raised a hand to stroke the supple leather of the jacket’s front.

“Thanks.”  Jon gave Cate a coy smile.  “But I betcha I look better out of it.”

“I think you may be right.  But I just want to look at you for another minute.”  Again her eyes roved up and down over Jon’s handsome form.

Jon chuckled quietly but didn’t respond.  He stood silent, allowing his wife to appreciate his leather-clad body.  He was willing to stand there as long as she wanted him to; it was her Christmas gift, after all.  But the ache in his groin was intensifying with her evaluation, and Jon didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to exercise his self-control.  Get a grip, he warned himself.  You have a role to play.

After what seemed like an hour but was only a matter of minutes, Cate again raised a hand to Jon’s chest.  “Fetishes,” she mused huskily, stroking her fingertips along the edge of the jacket’s open zipper.  “Hmmm.”

“Yeah?”  Jon’s pulse kicked up a notch at her comment.

Cate smiled and raised her other hand, sliding it up Jon’s chest under his jacket.  “I have so many when it comes to you.”

“I know.”

“Where to start?”  Cate smirked and ducked her head, angling it to nuzzle at the side of Jon’s neck. She sighed blissfully at the scent of his cologne, the muted spice making his warm flesh all the more appealing.

Knowing what she was after, Jon chuckled and dropped his head back, exposing his Adam’s apple.  He sighed softly as her mouth traveled to the spot, gently sucking at his throat.

“Well, that wouldn’t be my first choice of a starting point, but…” Jon’s husky tease vibrated against Cate’s lips as they slipped down his throat.

Cate giggled as she continued her exploration.  “Yeah, I know where you’d want me to start.”  She licked at the curve of his pec before pulling back and grinning, her blue eyes sparkling in the salon’s dim light.  “But it’s my Christmas present.”

“Oh, all right…”  Jon’s eye-roll and mock pout made Cate giggle again.  “The things I endure….”

“Poor Baby,” Cate cooed, slipping her hands under Jon’s jacket, her palms against the soft leather that sheathed his pecs.  “Mmmmm…. let’s see how this looks.”  Moving her hands upward she pushed the jacket over Jon’s shoulders, baring them to her hungry gaze.

Jon shrugged the jacket off his shoulders, letting it slip down his arms.  He grasped the cuffs between his fingers, preventing the heavy garment from sliding completely off.  The soft gray leather sleeves bunched below his elbows, exposing his upper arms. 

With a naughty chuckle Jon flexed his biceps, feeling the muscles ripple under his skin.  He slipped his right foot out a bit further, widening his stance and puffing out his chest in his best Rock-God pose.

“Fuck,” Cate swore in a husky whisper.  She sucked her lower lip between her teeth as her fingertrips traced over the contours of his arms.

“Not yet.” Jon smirked and relaxed his hands, letting the jacket slip down off his arms and drop to the floor. 

Cate groaned as her fingers moved downward, stroking over his rock-hard forearms.  “God, Baby….”

Jon chuckled and flexed again, tightening the muscles for her.  He grinned as she whimpered and dropped her hands to his hips.  Cate’s fingers curled against Jon’s leather pants as she eagerly slanted her mouth across his for a hungry kiss. 

“Jon… I need you…”  Cate’s hand slid forward to cup him as she breathed against his mouth.  She leaned in to him, pressing her torso to his, longing for skin-to-skin contact.  This little dress-up fantasy was fun, but now she was beyond impatient.

Cate almost cursed when she felt Jon’s hand on hers, guiding it away from his crotch.  She whimpered needfully at the feel of his warm breath in her ear, and at the silky purr of his words. 

“Slooooow down, Baby.”  He drew out the vowel in a velvety tease.  “We got all night.  Just you and me.” 

A soft chuckle rumbled against her ear and Cate’s knees almost buckled.   “But…” she protested weakly.

“No, Baby.  Patience.”  Jon slipped his hands to Cate’s waist and gently guided her backwards until her legs bumped against the chair.  She trembled slightly as she sank down onto the cushion.

Jon raised a hand to Cate’s face and traced a calloused finger over her lips.  In immediate response she captured his fingertip between her lips, swirling her tongue over the smooth pad of flesh before sucking gently.  Jon grinned.  Damn, she was ready to go.  This was shaping up to be a good night.

“Ah ah ah….”  Jon withdrew his finger from Cate’s mouth and wagged it as he gently scolded her.  “Take it easy, Baby.  We’ll get there.”  He smirked and glanced sideways at the big gift box on the floor.  “Before you get to unwrap my package we have to open this other one.”

Cate groaned softly at his lame tease, then sighed.  “Okay…”  She slumped against the chair back, sucking in and blowing out a long, deep breath, the exhalation ruffling her thick mahogany bangs.  She let her thighs fall open, giving Jon a flash of purple lace under black leather.

With another chuckle Jon bent to lift the big black box.  It was heavier than he expected, considering he had a pretty good idea of what the contents might be.  He had gotten a preview of Ken’s new collection several months back. 

Jon placed the parcel gently on Cate’s lap and grinned.  “Go ahead.”

Cate sat forward, grasping the tail of the white ribbon bow and tugging gently.  With slightly trembling hands her slim fingers worked the bow loose, then pulled away the ribbon.  She hesitated, looking up at Jon.  “You sure you don’t want to open this?  The card was from Kenneth to you.”

Jon shook his head.  “You.”  He nodded again at the box.

With a little smile Cate dropped her eyes to the box on her lap, then pulled off the lid.  She gasped in surprise at the contents.  “Oh!”  Her hand stroked over the luxurious mink blanket that was folded neatly inside the gift box.  “Oh my God!  It’s so soft!”

Jon chuckled at Cate’s reaction.  “I told Ken you’d like that.  And don’t worry, there aren’t any naked weasels running around.  It’s faux.”

Cate nodded, her lips parted and her eyes still wide with wonder as she continued to caress the silky fur.  “Umm…that’s good,” she replied distractedly.  “Oh my God, we have to get more of these!”

“You can have as many as you want, Baby,” Jon laughed.  “I’ll just have Mena add ‘em to the tab.”  He reached down to stroke his fingers over the blanket before capturing Cate’s hand with his.  “And you know what else?  Since they’re fake… we don’t have to worry about getting them dirty.  I bet they’ll wash.”

With a naughty wink Jon lifted the throw from the box, holding it by the edges as its heavy length tumbled to the floor.  He turned his back to Cate and shook the blanket out, settling it over top the plush salon rug.  He turned back to Cate and arched a brow at her, a devilish smile curving the corner of his mouth.

“Stand up.” 

A shiver ran down Cate’s spine at Jon’s quiet command.  Unable to resist, she set the box aside and unsteadily rose to her feet.  The fluffy faux fur covering her breasts stirred with her ragged breaths as her chest heaved with excitement.  Her flesh quivered as Jon reached out to tug at the leather tie at her waist, freeing the fur stole so that it slipped sideways off her breasts, exposing her rosy, taut nipples.

Jon chuckled throatily and stepped a little closer to Cate, his hands sliding to her hips as the leather belt fell to the floor.  With clever fingers he slid the side zipper on her leather miniskirt downward.  

“Look at that blanket there on the floor, Baby.  Think how soft that fur will feel against your skin.  How it will caress your breasts, tickle your ass…”  Jon’s purr was rhythmic, hypnotic, as he pushed Cate’s leather skirt down over her hips.  She groaned softly as the tiny garment slipped down her legs to puddle around her ankles. 

“Think how turned on you’ll be.”  Jon raised a hand to cup Cate’s breast, nudging aside the downy black stole that hung limply from her neck.  It slipped back over her shoulder, then slithered to the floor.  Cate shivered with pleasure as she stood nude save for her lacy purple panties, submitting to Jon’s caressing touch.   

Jon’s lips drifted closer to Cate’s ear, his breath stirring her hair. “Think how it will feel when I lay you down on that soft fur and make love to you, Baby.  All…. Night…. Long.”

Cate whimpered softly and tipped her head, her cheek brushing against Jon’s  “Yessss….” she sighed.

Jon chuckled and lightly kissed her ear, then stepped back.  Cate stood watching him, her breasts heaving, her pupils dilated, her midnight eyes swirling with lust.   Jon smirked and slowly raised a hand to his chest.  Grasping the metal tab between his pecs he pulled slowly, inching the zipper open.

Cate groaned and stared wide-eyed as Jon’s rippled abdomen was revealed, ridge by ridge.  When the vest’s two halves parted Jon stood motionless, posing.  Then his hands moved to his waist.  He watched Cate’s enthralled expression as he popped open the snap on the tight black leather pants and inched that zipper down, stopping when his fly was half-open.  Jon’s cock surged as if trying to free itself from its leather prison.

“Wha…  Why…  Don’t stop!” Cate breathed.  “Baby… Please don’t stop.  Take them off.”  Her eyes widened as she saw the bulge behind Jon’s zipper twitch in response.  “God, Jon…I want to taste you.” Cate’s tongue slipped across her dry lips, unconsciously emphasizing her plea. 

Jon dropped his chin to give Cate a smoldering gaze.  “No, Baby.  Not tonight.”  He took three steps backward until he was standing in the center of the mink blanket draped across the floor.  Jon held out his hand, silently inviting her to join him. 

“Baby, tonight it’s all about you.”