“That’s my good girl. You are such a pretty slut for me.” Rob gazed at her, lying exhausted and sweaty. She was the epitome of beauty in her vulnerability, her breathing still heavy, a subtle smile playing on her lips from the waves of pleasure that had just subsided. Rob felt a profound tenderness, watching her in this private, unguarded moment, her usual strength softened by the afterglow. The air was still, holding the echo of their shared intimacy, and in this quiet, he admired her not just with desire, but with a deep, abiding love.

Rob was surprised to feel his cock hardening again. He had already cum twice and usually that was the limit for him. He crawled into bed next to Melissa. His skin, warm and smooth, pressed against hers, sending a shiver of awareness through her even in her recovery.. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer, feeling the contours of her body fit perfectly against his. The intimacy of their bare skin touching was electric, a silent conversation of closeness and comfort.

“You’ve done such a good job pleasing me and I need just one more out of you tonight. My cock cannot resist you. Give me this one last moment before we end it tonight.”

Melissa made a purring sound, pushing her body against him. “Sir, my body is yours. Whatever you need is my desire.”

"You're such a good girl, you know that?" His voice was a tender caress, filled with love and desire.

Gently, with a touch that spoke volumes about their dynamic , Rob lifted her leg slightly, opening her up to him. The movement was slow, deliberate, filled with a mutual understanding of what was to come. His cock entered her with care, the connection immediate and profound. Each movement was a testament to their bond, slow and loving, as if they were rediscovering each other.

As he fucked her slowly Rob continued to whisper, his words a blend of encouragement and adoration, "I love how you feel, how you respond to me." His hands roamed her body, not just in passion but in reverence, worshiping the form that lay beneath his touch.

Melissa, now fully aroused, arched into him, her responses a silent affirmation of her feelings. The room filled with the soft sounds of their lovemaking, a private symphony of whispers, moans, and the rhythmic dance of their bodies. They moved together, lost in the moment, in each other, the world outside their little universe fading into insignificance.

As they climaxed, it was with a shared sigh, a mutual release that seemed to bind them even closer. They lay there afterwards, still entwined, Rob's whispers now softer, more about love than lust, "You're everything to me." Slowly Rob reached up and removed the collar from her neck. With soft hands he caressed the now exposed skin along the back of her neck. He leaned in and slowly kissed her.

“We will keep this in the top drawer along with the key. Whenever you need this experience, leave the key in the pocket of my pants as a signal.” Rob arose from the bed and tucked both the key and the collar in the nightstand.

Melissa was already beginning to doze off. Rob went into the bathroom and started to run a fresh bath for her. 

When he returned to the bedroom she was fully asleep. His sweet, slutty angel was completely spent. Rob was aching as well. This night would be one they would not soon forget.

"Wake up, love. I've got something special for you." Melissa's eyes fluttered open, meeting him with a sleepy smile. Rob helped her up and led her by the hand to the bathroom. The room was filled with steam, the scent of cherry and vanilla wafting through the air. The tub was brimming with fresh hot, bubbly water, the surface shimmering invitingly.

"You’ve earned this my love," Rob said, his voice tender as he helped her step into the bath. Melissa sank into the water with a sigh of contentment, the heat soothing her muscles, the bubbles tickling her skin. Rob adjusted the temperature, ensuring it was just right, before leaving her to soak in the tranquility.

He showered quickly, he needed to freshen up after their marathon session. Once clean and dry he went about preparing for bed.

Back in the bedroom, Rob set to work. He stripped the bed of the now-cool, slightly damp sheets, their purple hue a vivid reminder of their earlier intimacy. With practiced ease, he replaced them with crisp, fresh white linens, smoothing out each corner, ensuring everything was perfect for her return.

Returning to the bathroom, Rob found Melissa with her eyes closed, a picture of relaxation. He knelt by the tub, taking a soft sponge and beginning to wash her gently. His hands moved with love and care, cleaning her body, her face, and then, with a gentle touch, her hair. Melissa smiled, the sensation of his care enveloping her like a warm blanket.

"Melissa, do you remember the first time we met?" he began, a smile tugging at his lips. "At the grocery store, both of us reached for the same bottle of wine. You were so focused, trying to impress someone, and I, well, I had just read about it in a magazine and thought I'd give it a try."

Melissa chuckled, the memory fresh in her mind. "I was so nervous about that date, and there you were, this stranger who seemed to know exactly what I needed. I can’t believe I asked for your number for the next time I need wine recommendations. Who knew that six months later we would be going on our first date.”

"Yes, and from that moment, I was hooked," Rob continued, his voice softening. "Not just because of the wine, but because of you. Your determination, your drive. Watching your career soar, seeing you accomplish everything you set your mind to, it's been nothing short of inspiring. You're not just successful; you're a force, Melissa."

He paused, his gaze lingering on her features. "And then there's how you look. Your black hair, those deep blue eyes, your pale skin... every time I see you, it's like the first time all over again. My heart swells, and yes, you still stir something deep within me, a desire that hasn't faded."

"But it's more than that," Rob said, his voice now a tender whisper. "You're my best friend. The person I turn to with everything. Your soul, Melissa, it's the purest I've ever encountered. You see the world with such kindness, such depth."

He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his next words. "And recently, your willingness to explore, to trust me with your submission... It's an honor, Melissa. To be the one you trust so completely, to share in this journey with you, it makes me feel... it's hard to put into words. It's like being chosen, not just for love, but for something profound and intimate. You give me strength, you give me peace, and you challenge me to be better, every single day."

Melissa's eyes shimmered with emotions. "Rob, I—"

He placed a finger on her lips, smiling. "Let me finish. I just want you to know, every day with you is a gift. And I'm here, always, for whatever comes next, because with you, everything feels right." The weight of his words hung in the air, a testament to their bond, deeper than any wine could ever bring them.

After the bath, Rob helped her out, wrapping her in a large, fluffy towel. He dried her off, his touch both practical and affectionate, before leading her back to the bedroom. The room now smelled of fresh linen and the faint, comforting scent of their earlier moments together.

He tucked her into the freshly made bed, the white sheets cool against her skin. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead, a silent promise of his affection. Then, slipping out of his robe, he slid in beside her, pulling the covers over them both.

As they lay there, the world outside seemed to fade away. The only sounds were their soft breaths, the occasional rustle of sheets, and the distant hum of life beyond their sanctuary. Together, they drifted off to sleep, enveloped in the comfort of each other's presence, the day's stresses washed away, leaving only peace and the gentle rhythm of their shared heartbeat.

THE END