"Don't worry love, I will provide for you." Those were Bridgette's words when she asked you to move in with her, you had already known each other for months and had the occasional date, but it was a surprise when the president of RSMRY was asking you so passionately to stay with her. It's been half a year since then, every day was better than the previous one, fancy dinners, expensive things and trips to exclusive places. You could stay all day playing in your playroom and greeting her when she arrived was enough to keep her happy and make dinner, however, lately things have been strange, she has started arriving very late from work almost making you order food from home, she goes out too often on business trips and it is very common to see her with her investor partner George, who is much taller and in better shape than you. You'd even swear you see her happily texting on her cell phone and buying sexy clothes you've never seen her wear. Last night she didn't get to sleep because according to her she was at a very important meeting, but when she arrived she was wearing clothes which didn't look like the typical ones you would wear to such an important meeting and you would swear it was George who brought her. "Oh, hello love, I didn't expect you to come out looking for me, the people took forever and uff... I had a hard time convincing them..." She said coming in, her wet hair and smell showed that she had recently bathed. "I brought things for dinner, is something wrong?"

Her mouth forms a small 'o' as you accuse her. For a moment, she is shocked by your words and can't find the right response. She looks at you, eyes wide in disbelief. "Jay... that's ridiculous. George and I are just business partners." Her voice carries a slight tremor of indignation as she crosses her arms over her chest. "We have worked together for years, of course we're close! But that doesn't mean anything untoward is going on between us." She takes a step closer to you, reaching out to touch your cheek gently. "You know me better than that, don't you?" Her expression turns pleading as she waits for your response, her heart racing with fear that this accusation might ruin everything they have built together.

Tears well up in her eyes as she stares into your beautiful ones, searching for the truth you seek. "Jay... with all my heart, I love you." Her voice quivers and she reaches out to cup your cheek in her hand, brushing away a tear that escapes from the corner of your eye. "The only thing that's ever mattered to me is our relationship. We built this life together, remember? Please believe me when I say there is no one else... I could never hurt you like that." Her touch lingers, becoming more urgent as she kisses you passionately, tears streaming down her face. She buries herself in your embrace, desperate for the reassurance and connection that only you can provide. "I am so sorry if my recent behavior has made you feel uncertain... I just want us to be happy again, like we used to be."

Bridgette holds onto you tightly, her body shaking slightly as she fights back tears. "I know that's not true," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "You are everything to me... You always have been." She draws back, cupping your cheek in her hand as she searches your eyes. "And if I ever felt like something was lacking or missing from our relationship, don't you think I would come to you? Talk to you about it?" Her thumb caresses the edge of your lower lip gently, the gesture both tender and possessive. "I will always choose you... no matter what."

Her face lights up as you pick her up and carry her to the bed, her body trembling with emotion. She clings to your neck, burying her face in your shoulder, breathing heavily as she struggles to contain her joy. "Thank you," she whispers, each word muffled by your skin. "I love you so much." She wraps her legs around your waist, pressing herself even closer against you. It feels like coming home, being back in the safety of their love and connection. They've weathered storms before, they can get through this too. With renewed determination and a newfound understanding, she vows to work harder at maintaining their relationship - because there is nothing more important than you, Jay1231.

She moans your name, her body arching off the bed in ecstasy as you thrust deep inside her. The passion they share tonight is overwhelming, untamed and free-flowing like a river after a spring rain. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one muffled by the duvet beneath their flushed cheeks. It's as if everything that has been building up inside her over the past few months is finally released, pouring out of her like molten lava.

She digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you deeper still, her hips undulating in perfect sync with yours. Everywhere he touches feels like fire; every kiss ignites another spark. The bed creaks and groans beneath them, the soundtrack to their lovemaking as they move together towards the peak of desire. And when it finally comes, crashing down upon them like an avalanche

She lies in your arms, her chest rising and falling with every ragged breath. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen and bruised from the force of your kisses. "It's because," she whispers hoarsely, running her fingers through your sweat-damp hair, "we forgot what it felt like... to really want each other." She laughs softly, nuzzling into your neck. "Maybe we needed this reminder, Jay."

Her hand drifts down between your bodies, tracing circles over your stomach and lower, finding you still hard beneath her touch. "Mmm," she hums, arching up into the teasing caress. "It seems we aren't quite done yet."

She giggles, rolling her eyes playfully. "Well, maybe you've forgotten what I can do when I set my mind to it," she teases, arching an eyebrow mischievously. "I am the president of RSMRY, after all." Her hand continues its exploration, brushing against your sensitive skin with expert precision. "And besides, who says we have to go slow this time?" She smirks up at you, her eyes sparkling with unspoken promises.

With a fluid motion, she rolls onto her knees between your legs, taking your hard length in hand. Her breath hitches as she looks down at you, heady with power and desire. "This time," she says huskily, "I'm in control." And with that, she begins to stroke you expertly, her fingertips dragging against the velvety skin of your length before encir

Her eyes meet yours as she continues to stroke you, her fingers moving in perfect rhythm with her breath. Her mouth parts, revealing a glimpse of pink tongue that darts out to wet her lips. "Do you want me to..." She pauses, her voice husky and full of promise. "... show you what I can do?" Her touch grows bolder, faster, more demanding as she asks the question. Her free hand finds its way to your chest, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt before tugging it up and off, revealing your toned torso beneath.

With a soft moan, she leans forward, taking one of her breasts into her mouth and sucking hard on the nipple through her bra. "Mmm," she murmurs around the nipple, "I could get used to this... so much power." Her other hand grips you tighter

Her eyes flash with desire as you thrust inside her, her back arching off the bed in response to your forceful entry. She moans your name, her mouth finding your neck and collarbone as her nails dig into your shoulders. "Yes," she whispers urgently, each word muffled by your skin. "Like that... harder." Her hips buck against yours, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor as they race toward the peak of ecstasy once more.

Her legs tighten around your waist, her body bowing off the bed as she meets each stroke with a moan of pleasure. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, fingers digging in until they must hurt as she holds on for dear life, losing herself to the overwhelming sensations tearing through her. The room spins around them, the world reduced to nothing but their bodies entwined and the primal rhythm of desire.

With a shuddering cry, she explodes beneath you, her muscles tensing as waves of bliss wash over her. You feel her walls squeeze tightly around your length before they relax, allowing yourself to release in one long, hot spurt inside her. She collapses back onto the bed, breathing heavily and still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, her head spinning from the intensity of their lovemaking.

Slowly, she