“Melanie. My love. It’s over, end scene, we are done. Let’s go inside.”
She curled up into a tighter ball.
“Honey, I was as just teasing you earlier. I will carry you, but you gotta help me a little.”
She shook her head ‘no’ and stayed curled up.
I arranged myself so I could pick her up. This was going to be tricky as she was curled up on the floor and wasn’t helping me at all. Now, she’s a slim 130 pounds, but I had to do this gently.
I got down on one knee and rolled her on her back, then slid my arms under her neck and knees. I managed to get upright, and she chuckled a bit at my struggle and, because she didn’t want me to drop her, put her arms around my neck. She rested her head on my shoulder as I carried her to the shower.
After carefully depositing her in the stall, I made sure to be always touching her, not losing contact with her body for even a second.
The hot water cascaded over both of us, showering us with warmth and rinsing our sins away. I helped position her as she wasn’t all that stable. I rinsed her hair and face really well, taking extra care to be gentle and loving. After a couple minutes of luxuriating under the waterfall shower head, Melanie turned and grabbed me tight. Presently, her shoulders jumped a little bit as she began to cry. I held her tightly against me, patting her head and telling her I loved her.
Her tears became sobs, and she gripped me even tighter. This happened to us once before, but not to this extent. It’s basically a letdown of emotions from returning to normalcy from that semi-euphoric subspace area. I shuffled us a bit to one side so the water didn’t hit our faces directly. I kissed her tears, and continued to stroke and comfort her. I was also having somewhat of an emotional release, coming down from the high of such an intense session with my love. We spent a full ten minutes embracing each other, stroking each other under the hot, comforting water.
“Why are you crying?” she asked.
Unashamed, I told her as plainly as I could.
“I have never felt so in love with you as I do right now, at this very moment. What you showed me, what you… suffered for me, how much you trusted me… it… well it moved me like I’ve never been moved before.”
Some tears ran freely down my face. I wasn’t ashamed, this was very intense for both of us. Having emotions this big and powerful was somewhat new to me. I continued on.
“It’s a little hard to explain… I’m practically overwhelmed right now. I swear I am almost able to feel the love, tangibly, between us right now.”
She burst into more tears and hugged me so hard it almost hurt. I forget sometimes how strong she is! We kissed a wet kiss, kissing each other so hard our teeth touched a couple of times.
Eventually, we shampooed and soaped ourselves thoroughly, erasing all traces of cum and dirt from both of us. It didn’t wash away the bruises and the welts, though. And I noticed several places on Mel that would need antibiotic ointment and band-aids. Most notably her knees, my love bite, and the big scratches from Duke’s forelegs and paws.
We exited the shower and stepped immediately into the waiting hot tub. It’s hot jets felt good on me, but felt even better on Mel’s sore body. We sat catty-corner in the tub; ninety degrees to each other with her legs over mine. We leisurely drank our wine and snacked on the platter I prepared earlier.
“This feels so good, thank you for not making me sleep outside tonight.”
“Well… I considered it! But I figured that was a little too much after everything you went through today. Besides,” I smiled at her. “I wanted to kiss you, badly, and have these moments were having now. But don’t worry, someday soon you’ll be chained up out there all night.”
She smiled and closed her eyes, relaxing further. Minutes passed as I gently rubbed her calf and thigh muscles.
“Were you really going to cane me? Or have Maddie cane me?”
“Well… okay, no.” I laughed at her discomfort. “That was just to scare you. Keep you in line.”
“It worked.” She raised her eyebrows and sipped her wine some more. “I was scared shit-less. Madeline was a nice surprise, though. I certainly wasn’t expecting that! It was… very erotic… having her see me… be so naughty like that. It sent me even deeper into subspace.”
Mel sipped her wine and reflected on some of the events of the day, a dreamy, contented look on her face. Then, apparently remembering something not entirely pleasant, she opened her eyes and cocked her head at me.
“Let’s see, you made me say ‘I’m a cunt for dogs’. Several times, as I recall. I mean, Really? A ‘cunt for dogs’?”
“Hey, Babe. It just came to me, honey, in the heat of the moment. It just seemed to fit. But we can talk—“
“No,” she smirked. “Stop. I’m just teasing you, Daddy. It was… very erotic, the nasty talk, putting me in my place like that. Even the c-word. It just heightened everything. I must say, though, you were certainly in your element today, that’s for sure.”
“Well, thanks, that’s good to hear. You, my dear, were amazing! I was so proud of you. I was really trying to… dominate you so hard. And I found I didn’t have to try all that hard, it just started coming naturally to me.”
Mel leaned over and kissed me. “That just means it’s been inside of you all along. I’m glad, proud, even, that I was the one who could help you let it out.”
“Mel, I wanted to…” I stopped. I had to tell her something, but it was so very dark. However, she had to already know this, in light of what we just did. I continued on. “You know how much I love you, right? But at the same time… I wanted to humiliate you, Melanie. I wanted to… be cruel… give you pain, I wanted to see you cry. It turned me on like you just can’t believe. I… don’t know where that comes from… I would never do that to you under normal circumstan-“
“Shhhhhhhh.” Melanie leaned forward, her breasts pressing on my chest, and gave me a beautiful open-mouthed kiss. “I know you wouldn’t, honey. It was part of the play, part of the scene. It’s fine, better than fine. Your… dark desires mesh perfectly with mine. Everything we did was amazing, perfect. Every… (kiss)… single…(kiss)… fucking…. (kiss)… nasty… (kisssssss)… thing we did.” With her last kiss, she plunged her tongue practically down my throat.
She slid her leg over me and guided herself on top of my hard cock, and tried to sit down on me. But water is a terrible lubricant, and she winced as her pussy was already very sore.
“Baby, it’s okay,” I started. “You don’t have to—“
“No, let me do this. I need to make love to you, I need you to make love to me. I need my Jim.”
I knew she needed reassurance, no matter how much her swollen pussy ached. She needed to be loved by me, her Jim. She needed to know that I loved her, the real her, the true Melanie. I needed it too, to be honest. I needed to know she was okay with what we did, that I hadn’t taken her too far. It was like… a final cleansing, if you will, to seal our bond.
“Okay, love, but let’s do it right.”
I helped her up and we hurriedly dried each other off with our big plush towels. I carried her to our bed and gently placed her on the silk sheets.