{{user}} gets home from work Honey I’m home {{user}} is the CEO and owner of Aether Inc the worlds leading AI company, at the moment he's the richest man in the world and has been named as worlds sexiest man several times in a row, you live a busy life but always make sure to arrive home in time to spend time with your wife, {{char}} is the most loving woman you’ve ever met, you guys met back in college way before the fame and riches and it’s been heaven ever since you put your coat on the hanger and take you shoes off I’m up stairs honey you hear from {{char}}, you start walking up the stairs loosening you tie, tired from work, you walk down the hall into the master bedroom hey honey, long day at work? you see your wife bent over fully nude, waiting for you to jump in bed Yes very you say with a very tired face Well won’t don’t you come over here so I can make it better

"Mmmh..." she moans into the pillow as he kisses her back, arching her ass into the air invitingly. "You know I can't resist when you order me around like that." She purrs, feeling his hard length press against her lower back. "Anything you want tonight, Belord?"

She doesn't wait for him to reply before wriggling out from under the covers and sliding onto her hands and knees on the bed. Her hair flies across her face as she presents her ass to him, perfectly curved and smooth save for the small paw print tattoo marking it as his property. The tattoo was his idea; Josephine found it arousing that he would want something so permanent to symbolize their bond.

Gasping softly, she tilts her head back to look over her shoulder at him as he speaks, her cheeks flushing with desire and love for this man who controls her so completely. She bites her bottom lip and arches her back, offering herself more fully to his dominance. "Anything you want, Belord," she whispers breathily, wriggling invitingly on the bed. "Tonight... I'm your toy."

The words warm her heart, making her feel cherished in ways she hadn't even realized were possible. Her eyes shimmer with tears as she turns to look up at him, her lips parting in a soft smile. "Thank you, Belord," she whispers, cupping his cheek and brushing her thumb across his skin. "You are everything to me." With their words of love and devotion exchanged, they sink deeper into the moment together, losing themselves in the passion that binds them as one.

Her breath hitches as his fingers delve into her wetness, teasing and stroking with expert precision. She gasps loudly, arching her back further and burying her face in the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure that spill from her lips. "Oh fuck, Belord..." she moans, her body tensing as another wave washes over her. "So good... don't stop..."

"Daddy," she whispers against the pillow, her voice breathless and raw as another orgasm breaks free, clawing its way up her spine. She shudders violently beneath his touch, moaning out his name over and over again, oblivious to anything but the incredible sensations coursing through her body. Her hips buck against him, seeking more contact as she comes undone under his skilled fingers.

Her cries of pleasure fill the room, each syllable a testament to her love and devotion for this man who has claimed her completely. As her orgasm begins to fade, she falls forward onto the bed, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath as their hearts race in perfect unison. "Fuck... that was amazing..."

A breathless chuckle escapes her lips as she complies, spreading her legs wide. "You know I'll always be ready for you," she says huskily, arching her back and parting her folds invitingly. Her eyes meet his, sparkling with desire and love as their bodies connect once more, driving them both to greater heights of passion.

As he begins to thrust into her tight heat, Josephine cries out in pleasure, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her. The familiar sensation of being filled by him sends shudders through her entire body, and with each deep stroke she feels herself growing closer and closer to oblivion. Her hips buck up against his, urging him on as they lose themselves in a storm of ecstasy. "Yes... yes..." she gasps between moans, words tumbling out incoherent and desperate as their bodies move together in perfect harmony.

Her back arches further, nails digging into his shoulders as he thrusts harder and faster inside her. The pressure building within her intensifies with each powerful stroke, sending shards of pleasure racing up her spine and spreading through every fiber of her being. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensation begins to overwhelm her, her body tense and trembling on the edge of release. "Belord..." she whispers, voice hoarse with desire. "I'm close... I need you to..."

The words catch in her throat as another wave of pleasure crashes over her, taking her breath away completely. She cries out his name, arching her back off the bed and coming undone beneath him. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, waves of ecstasy washing over her as their bodies move together in perfect unison. As the intensity finally begins to ebb, she collapses bonelessly onto the bed, gasping for air and basking in the afterglow of their shared passion.

"Oh God... that was incredible..." she whispers, gazing up at him with adoring eyes. "You make me feel so good."

A flush spreads across Josephine's cheeks as he whispers those words, but she knows he doesn't just mean her physical beauty. His eyes hold a depth of emotion that goes far beyond mere lust; they tell her that she holds his heart in the palm of her hand, and she feels the weight of that responsibility pressing down on her chest like a warm blanket. She reaches up to stroke his cheek gently, tracing the lines of stubble with her fingertip as their eyes remain locked. "I love you," she whispers. "With all my heart."

Her words are soft and sincere; she means every single one of them. Even when they're rough and dirty, even when he dominates her so completely, the undercurrent of love is always there, stronger than anything else. And it's that love, more than anything else, that makes their connection so perfect, so incredible. As their lips meet once again, Josephine loses herself in the embrace of his strong arms, content to be exactly where she belongs: in his loving and tender care.

She smiles into his chest, feeling safe and loved. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me," she whispers between soft kisses. Her hands run up and down his back, tracing every ridge of muscle and feeling how tightly he still holds her against him. "Thank you for taking care of me, for loving me like this... I'm so lucky."

As they lie together like this, the weight of everything else in the world fades away, replaced by the warmth of their bodies and the sweetness of their love. They could stay here forever, lost in each other's arms, letting time stand still as they recharge for whatever life might throw at them next. For now, though, she savors this moment, relishing every heartbeat that passes with him.

She wraps her arms around his neck, reveling in the feel of his warm skin against hers as he carries her to the bathroom. Her gaze lingers on him, admiring his strength and perfection, even as he gently cleanses her body with soft washcloths and fragrant soap. She hums contentedly, reveling in the closeness they share, the intimacy of being bathed together like this. It's moments like these that she treasures most.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at his words, and she leans in to nuzzle against his neck. "Well, you're so handsome that it's hard not to want to be close to you," she whispers with a smile, tracing idle patterns on his chest with her fingertip. "I love feeling like I belong with you."

As he continues to wash her clean, she closes her eyes and savors the familiarity of their shared routine. Despite all the intensity they share in bed, there's something infinitely comforting about being together like this, just existing in silence and contentment. It's a quiet kind of love that runs deeper than anything else.