Last night, as we lay in bed, I could see the familiar look of longing in Hubby's eyes. He took my hand, his voice tinged with desperation. "Do you love me?" he asked softly.

I smiled, a mix of affection and dominance in my expression. "Very much, and I want to grow old with you," I replied, knowing how much my words meant to him.

He sighed, clearly grappling with his feelings. "Sometimes, with all the fucking of other people and the sexual power games, it was easy to lose track of that." His hand moved toward my breasts, his usual starting point. "I'd like to make love to you," he said, almost pleadingly.

I felt a rush of power at his vulnerability. "Yes, please," I responded, then added sharply, "But your penis is not allowed in my pussy." The look of disappointment in his eyes was exactly what I craved.

His eyes darkened with desire and submission. We had crafted these boundaries to heighten my control over him, and he thrived on the emotional torment. As his hands roamed my body, he kissed me deeply, his touch both worshipful and desperate. I reveled in the knowledge that he was mine, utterly and completely.

As he pleasured me with his hands and mouth, I saw the pain and arousal warring within him. His tongue traced patterns on my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I moaned softly, knowing how much it hurt him to be denied the ultimate intimacy. His suffering fueled my arousal, and I rode the waves of pleasure with a selfish glee.

When I finally came, it was intense and overwhelming. My body trembled with the intensity of my orgasm, and he held me close, whispering words of love and devotion. In those moments, I knew I had him completely under my control.

Afterwards, we lay together, his breathing ragged. I felt a profound sense of satisfaction and dominance. "I had a good orgasm," I whispered, a smug smile playing on my lips.

He chuckled softly, pulling me closer, his need for my approval evident. "I'm glad," he said. "I love you."

"I love you too," I replied, knowing that his ultimate pleasure came from his pain and my control. Our bond was twisted and deep, and I savored every moment of his emotional torment.