Those words of praise melted him. Dean relaxed into the mattress and basked in Nathaniel's word, his touches, and his kisses. The part of him that wanted so badly to submit and please was overjoyed to have done so well. It had been hard, very hard, but he'd done it.

He opened his eyes and smiled up at his master, still motionless until he was told otherwise. "More tired than I have after a full night's bar tending. Good, though. Very good."

Taking a chance, Dean tipped his head up to kiss Nathaniel and murmured softly against his lips, "Thank you, Master."