Deeper commitment.

I'm spent. Exhausted, but deeply satisfied for the time being. My wedding night has been spectacular and my wife's pussy was still untouched, virginal. It was an odd feeling, but I didn't care in the moment.

I grabbed the discarded babydoll Jane and wiped my dick on it before tossing it into the trash. I finally undressed, having enjoyed being mostly dressed for our first time. It set the difference in our roles firmly in mind, I thought. But it had been a bit of a hassle; next time I'd just go naked.

Climbing onto the bed, I beckoned to my **** and she moved to me to snuggle up against my body. She was so soft and warm by my side. She hugged me tightly and nuzzled her face against my chest, seeking comfort, approval, and validation.

I stroked her hair. "There you go. Good girl. You did very well tonight. I'm pleased."

She looked up at me, with traces of tears at the corners of her eyes. "Thank you, Daddy. I feel really shaky. I feel cold."

I pulled the covers over both of us. She was coming down from a lot of endorphins. "That's normal, love. You're fine. Just hold me and relax. You did so well."

She nodded, nestling deeper. "I like it when you call me 'love.'" She started crying softly. "I don't know why I'm crying. I'm okay, I promise." She seemed worried I'd be displeased by her tears.

I nodded. Her body was processing a lot. I just kissed her head and held her while she came down from the endorphin and adrenaline high of our sexual encounter. I hadn't made it especially easy for her, I owed her this moment of aftercare. "Shhh. It's okay. Cry if you have to. I won't let you go. You're a good girl."

We enjoyed a long moment of snuggling and affectionate touches during which time I soothed her and praised her for her total submission.

After a while she sighed happily. "I feel better. Thank you, Daddy." She kissed my collarbone and shifted up onto one elbow at my side. "Holy shit, though. This was insane. You really took charge, there. It was incredible!"

I laughed. "Wow, do you kiss your husband with that mouth?"

She grinned and planted her lips on mine, tasting my tongue for her efforts, then slid back down into my arms, head on my shoulder. "Yes, Sir. Always. Anything you want. I feel so very much yours now. Thank you for taking this seriously. I was a little nervous to present you with those envelopes, but I'm so glad I did. And thank you for comforting me. It's good to know you're still the sweet man I fell in love with."

I stroked her back. "Jane, I love you. I'll always love you. We're going down this exciting new path together, but I promise that will never change, no matter how much I hurt or **** you, no matter how broken I leave you, I will always be here to pick up your pieces and put you back together. I promise."

She sighed deeply. "That's all I could ever want. I don't know why but I can't deny I need this. Thank you; I love you, John. May I call you John, please? Just in moments like this? It feels significant to me."

That was very touching. "Yes. In our soft moments, you may call me by my name."

Jane smiled and lifted up to kiss my neck. "Thank you, Master."

I shook my head, grinning. My wife could be confusing sometimes. But I gathered she was content to have secured permission to use my name and then called me Master in recognition of my authority over her.

She drew a finger down my chest. "You fucked me really hard. It was surprising."

I nodded, feeling sleepy. "Uh huh."

She kissed my chest again. "You came twice. I didn't get to come yet."

I closed my eyes. "Yeah?"

"Am I going to get to come tonight?" she asked so cutely, so hopeful.

"Nope."

I felt her head nod against my shoulder, then spoke again, slightly alarmed. "Oh no. You're not into chastity or anything like that, are you? Am I ever going to get to come?"

I laughed. "Silence, woman. I want to sleep. I will see to you in the morning. Not another word."

She 'hmm'd softly, but obeyed, snuggling into me affectionately. Then I was asleep.