UNDER HIS RULES

“Get down first,” Samuel said, slightly breathless. “I want you in a doggy position, Honey.”

Beatrice’s face lit up with a wide smile at her husband’s command. They were both still panting from the lingering desire between them. Beatrice positioned herself accordingly, purposefully running her hand over her buttocks while stealing glances at Samuel, who stood at the edge of the bed. “Like this?”

Samuel smiled, moistening his lips. Before he reentered Beatrice, there was one thing he wanted to do. “Widen your stance a bit more,” he said, slightly leaning forward. Once he found the place that defined ‘satisfaction’ and ‘enough’ solely within his wife, he bestowed a gentle lick, savoring every corner of Beatrice’s exposed femininity.

“Sam!”

Oh God! They hadn’t even fully recovered from their previous union, and now Samuel was providing sensations that made her moan uncontrollably? Even the clenching of her fists couldn’t suppress the waves of pleasure rippling through her stomach. Beatrice tilted her head back and closed her eyes, relishing every touch her husband gave her, especially in that particular area.

Beatrice couldn’t find the right words to describe what Samuel was doing to her body now. His tongue was truly driving her wild. Her knees, which were supposed to support her, felt like jelly and could no longer bear her weight.

“Why?” Samuel asked, chuckling softly. He slowly stroked himself, yearning for immediate entry into her. Resuming the interrupted activity from before. “Can’t wait, huh?” Samuel also helped position his wife so they could once again indulge in their union, filling the room with their moans.

Samuel’s strong hand held Beatrice’s waist, giving a slight jolt, but it felt much more intense and half of her seemed to float away. He was completely engulfed in Beatrice’s femininity, feeling tightness and perfect fit. “Ah!” he groaned uncontrollably.

Beatrice tightly closed her eyes, her hands clenched around the bedsheet. Not because it was too sudden or uncomfortable, but because Samuel’s prowess completely overwhelmed her. If it weren’t for Samuel’s restraining hand, she would have collapsed on this white bedsheet.

“Move, Sam,” Beatrice managed to say.

Her husband chose not to answer but increased his pace, causing Beatrice to become even more unsettled. “Ah! Ah!”

“I can’t go slow, Honey, not in this state,” Samuel said, slightly leaning forward. He kissed Beatrice’s slightly damp back, gently sucking in that area to provide a soothing touch. This time, Samuel didn’t want to move slowly.

All the passion swirling in his mind told him that this time, they had to experience a wilder sensation than before. The serene atmosphere around them supported it. Calm. Peaceful.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Samuel didn’t overlook Beatrice’s swaying breasts, which followed the rhythm of his thrusts. His free hand gently squeezed, paying special attention to her nipples. He twisted them as slowly as possible, but with their bodies in motion, he couldn’t help it.

“Sam… Oh my God!” Beatrice’s eyes closed again. She felt her legs giving way, unable to withstand the forceful thrusts from Samuel. And the teasing squeezes on her breasts this time. “Sam…

I…”

“Why?” Samuel didn’t want to decrease his rhythm. If anything, he increased it because Beatrice’s moans were like whispers that ignited him further. He wanted to elicit more cries from his wife.

Beatrice shook her head slightly. “It feels so good,” she said.

Samuel grinned. Still in a slightly leaning position, he whispered in Beatrice’s ear after gently nibbling her earlobe. It made his wife gasp in restrained pleasure. “Call me Sam. If you want to scream, don’t hold back. Sam likes it.”

Beatrice’s heart seemed to stop beating for a split second. His words were like commands that Beatrice wouldn’t ignore.

Samuel no longer leaned forward. Instead, he slightly spread Beatrice’s buttocks to make his penetration even deeper. He also wet his fingers, this time targeting the most sensitive spot that could drive his wife crazy.

The clitoris.

“Sam!” Beatrice gasped in disbelief as the part that had been rubbing against Samuel’s manhood regained stimulation. The touch felt like an incredibly gentle massage. It irritated her, but Beatrice didn’t want to dismiss the pleasure he was giving her.

“Sam! Ah! Oh my God! I…”

“Let go, Honey.”

Samuel was driving Beatrice completely wild. Her mind was in chaos, and her head was spinning from his touch wherever he could reach. “I can’t hold on, Sam.”

With each thrust and touch on Beatrice’s sensitive area, Samuel couldn’t decrease his pace. On the contrary, he increased it. He continued to pound into Beatrice relentlessly, feeling her femininity constricting around him.

“Hey, I’m waiting,” Samuel continued thrusting mercilessly into Beatrice. Allowing her moans to become even more intense.

“Samuel!”

Ah! Samuel once again obtained what he had been anticipating. If earlier it was his fingers that experienced the enticing waves deep inside, along with the squeezing that tantalizingly gripped him, this time it was his manhood. Which made Samuel groan in satisfaction. He squeezed Beatrice’s buttocks tightly, as the sensations of Beatrice’s climax also affected him.

Slowly, he withdrew his manhood. The warmth that still lingered was palpable to him. Samuel immediately laid down beside his wife, leaving Beatrice breathless. Her eyes still occasionally closed. Samuel thoroughly enjoyed seeing the satisfied expression on his wife’s face. The blush on Beatrice’s cheeks made him feel fond. He gently kissed the flushed color that Beatrice displayed.

“Sam…” Beatrice softly caressed Samuel’s face. She had been brought to the peak twice, leaving her slightly exhausted. “Sam, haven’t you climaxed yet?”

“Not yet.” Samuel smiled faintly.

Unprepared, Beatrice was taken aback as Samuel once again directed himself towards her center. She tightly closed her eyes as her husband’s licks and suckling sensations resumed there. Truly, the storm that had just swept over her had not subsided, and now she had to endure another stimulation that Samuel gave her. It seemed that tonight, Samuel wouldn’t allow himself a moment’s rest.

“Sam,” she whimpered.

“Yes?” Samuel gently rubbed the corner of his lips. “You’re driving me crazy tonight, Honey.”

Beatrice could only weakly close her eyes. But she widened them in surprise as Samuel entered her again. “Sam, you’re impatient, aren’t you?” she said with a faint grin. Whatever Samuel had done earlier, she felt that her husband was still the same as before. Full. Strong. There was no question of giving up.

It truly left Beatrice powerless against it.

“How can I be patient when what’s in front of me is you?” Samuel kissed Beatrice’s forehead gently, then slowly descended to her closed eyelids. Finally, he ended with the tip of Beatrice’s nose. “You’re too pleasurable to resist, Honey.”

Beatrice just smiled. Once again, she wrapped her arms around Samuel’s neck, giving him a slight pull to bring him closer. Their foreheads touched, pressing against each other, feeling the warmth of their breaths caressing their faces. Samuel also needed to regain his composure, actually. But the kiss he had planted on Beatrice made him want to be inside her again.

Just like now.

Although they hadn’t started moving yet, the sensations offered there made Samuel eager to move again. And it seemed that his wife didn’t mind their union this time either.

“Kiss me,” Beatrice requested again. “Gently.”

“Is the movement gentle too?” Samuel teased beneath her, where he tantalized his wife. He made his manhood touch the walls of Beatrice’s femininity, causing her ebony eyes to widen.

“Sam!” Since this time Samuel was so close to her, within easy reach, she gave a gentle pinch on her husband’s waist.

Samuel chuckled at Beatrice’s recent action. “Do you want fast or slow movement?”

Beatrice gave a subtle nod. She asked Samuel to come closer, and he complied immediately. In this position, Beatrice once again wrapped her legs around Samuel’s waist, granting him full access to enter her completely. Fulfilling her readiness to be ravished once again.

“Fast like before.”

Her husband laughed. “Addicted, huh?”

Beatrice simply nodded. This time, she allowed Samuel to claim her kiss with a bit more fierceness. As a sign, her husband began moving on top of her. With each thrust Samuel made, Beatrice moaned between the kisses they shared.

“Ah!” Beatrice couldn’t hold back any longer. With her free hands, she cupped her husband’s face, preventing him from moving anywhere other than their lips. It was another outlet for her, as her passion was easily ignited by Samuel’s touch.

Samuel didn’t release the kiss immediately, though. The suckling he performed on her nipple in response to her actions only made him thrust harder below.

Until…

“Sam! Why did you stop?” Beatrice stared at him, unable to accept it.

“Patience, my love.” Samuel smirked teasingly. “Let me touch you first, Honey. So that it gets even bigger.”

Beatrice furrowed her brow but couldn’t resist as Samuel guided her hand to his manhood. It stood upright, undefeated, and moist all over its surface.

“Touch it gently, give it a little stroke.”

Beatrice obediently followed the command, causing her husband to groan in restraint.

“That’s enough.” Samuel stopped Beatrice’s hand, then positioned himself to enter his wife once again. This time, Beatrice felt a different sensation. She bit her lower lip. Samuel was right! Why did his manhood feel even bigger? Making her even more overwhelmed? Plus, the powerful thrusts he gave showed no decrease from before. Making Beatrice want to scream from the overwhelming pleasure her husband was giving her.

“Sam! Oh!” she cried out. She couldn’t hold back any longer.