UNDER HIS RULES

Sam blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the bright light that pierced his eyes. It was so bright. He quickly pulled the blanket over himself because he still wanted to sleep. The fatigue he had been feeling for the past few days had accumulated and needed an outlet.

“Not waking up yet, huh, Sam?” It was Beatrice’s voice that made Sam open his eyes slightly. “Later. I’m still sleepy,” he replied briefly. His voice still had that hoarse tone typical of someone who just woke up.

“It’s already nine o’clock, Sam.” Beatrice sat at the edge of the bed. “I’ve prepared breakfast since earlier, and it’s getting cold,” Beatrice grumbled in annoyance. “Well, whatever. I’m going out.”

“Sit,” Sam commanded, even though it meant he had to actually get up.

“Just continue sleeping. I woke you up because the breakfast was getting cold.” Beatrice was about to walk away, but Sam’s voice made her stop in her tracks.

“Do you hear what I want?” Sam ran his fingers through his hair, stretching his body shamelessly, with his bare chest exposed.

This made Beatrice quickly avert her gaze. But it felt absurd to turn away when all night long, Beatrice had embraced that body without any barriers.

“Why are you just standing there? Sit here.” Sam patted the empty space on the bed beside him. He knew Beatrice wouldn’t refuse. True enough, the girl started to approach again. “What kind of breakfast did you make?”

“Um… fried rice.” Beatrice grinned widely. “It has shrimp and squid. Ute said it was freshly delivered by the fishermen.”

Sam nodded. “Is there red snapper in it?”

“Yes,” Beatrice smiled faintly. Sam and his fondness for various seafood dishes. “It’s separated by Ute. We’ll have it for lunch.”

“That’s your job.” Sam slightly shifted Beatrice’s sitting position to make her closer to him. “Where’s the breakfast? I’ll try it. If it’s not delicious, you’ll make it again.”

“Ute said it’s delicious.” Beatrice took the tray containing her morning masterpiece with a hint of teasing. “If it’s not good, I’ll make it again.”

Sam just chuckled. Once the tray was near him, he took big bites of the breakfast that looked appetizing to him. He had already moistened his throat with the glass of water that Beatrice had also prepared for him. The water flowed into Sam’s mouth, where his Adam’s apple rose and fell with each swallowing motion, leaving Beatrice momentarily stunned.

Her mind drifted to what they did last night. How could Beatrice forget? Now, her whole body suddenly shivered at the thought. Remembering how Sam treated her last night.

“By what means will you fulfill your promise? I’m curious. Mouth, hands, or…” Beatrice fell silent, staring intently at Sam. His position was already partially pressing against her. His fingers were used to gently caress Beatrice’s cheek, creating a tingling sensation that intensified the most thrilling heartbeat she had ever experienced.

“Why are you quiet?” Sam chuckled, slightly leaning and directing his face toward Beatrice’s ear.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

He nibbled on her earlobe in the most seductive motion possible. Using the tip of his tongue, he moistened the area behind Beatrice’s ear. The girl let out a stifled groan, gripping the sheets she was lying on even tighter.

“What way?” Sam asked once again, teasing Beatrice who now seemed resigned in his dominance, the faint smirk never leaving the corner of Sam’s lips. There was no resistance from the girl, unlike the first time. Ah… Sam’s foolishness. When they first got together, Sam had forced himself too much. Treating Beatrice as if she were a girl who had accompanied him on certain nights.

Especially when she resisted, the more determined Sam became to subdue her, by any means necessary.

Sam forgot that Beatrice could easily submit with tenderness. Realizing that, there was nothing he could do but handle it with caution. Calculating every move. And creating a sensation that was vastly different for both him and the girl. Sam rarely engaged in such indulgent foreplay. He was somewhat rough, not caring much about the pain of the woman beneath him or how she asked to be satisfied.

It seemed like every movement was filled with… love?

Ridiculously, that thought entered his mind. What was love? Sam had never known it and didn’t want to understand it either. For Sam, women were only for comfort. But why now, in front of him, where doll-like eyes, dark and intense, began to be filled with desire, did he want to proceed in an incredibly slow manner? He didn’t want to hurt her. Especially not to the point of making her scared because of his actions.

“I don’t know,” Beatrice answered resignedly.

Especially when Sam audaciously planted another kiss that he believed was making her even more dizzy. There was no longer a restraining hand holding her cheek in place, preventing it from moving anywhere. Just like in the beginning when Sam forced himself on her. It wasn’t easy for Beatrice to forget what this man had done.

But now, all her senses, the sudden madness that took over her, including how Sam’s touch made her forget who the man on top of her was right now.

“With hands, it has happened before, and that’s not something I easily forget,” Sam whispered softly. “Your hands are so gentle.”

Beatrice closed her eyes tightly.

“When I asked you to use your mouth, there was a pause because of some business, right?” Sam slightly loosened his grip.

Beatrice took the opportunity to breathe in as much air as possible. This included normalizing herself from the strange throbbing and discomfort in her stomach. Somehow, her body felt deprived of the touch that Sam had given. But it seemed to be only temporary.

Sam helped Beatrice get up. He gently caressed her messy long hair through her cheeks. Did Sam have a new habit now? Stroking her cheeks? That caused her to close her eyes again, feeling the palm of his hand brushing against her skin.

The man grinned with satisfaction. The pajamas Beatrice was wearing still hung halfway on her body. That was his target now. He removed the pajamas, leaving Beatrice with no barriers on her upper body. Beatrice’s breath seemed to catch in her throat. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. Her gaze was fixed solely on Sam, who couldn’t resist any longer.

“Open,” Sam commanded firmly.

Beatrice looked at Sam awkwardly. Her eyes flickered back and forth, looking at the intact belt buckle that perfectly held up Sam’s pants.

“Open it,” Sam said once again.

Trembling, Beatrice extended her hand. A fleeting memory of Sam’s erect, firm, powerful possession, not easily satisfied, flashed through her mind. She closed her eyes once again and shook her head slowly.

“Beatrice,” Sam said impatiently. “Open it.” He captured Beatrice’s hand that had been hanging in the air. “Don’t make me wait too long.”

Opening the belt buckle turned out to be a challenging task for Beatrice. “I can’t.”

Sam chuckled this time. The girl next to him blinked in confusion and cuteness at the same time. Those innocent eyes stared at Sam. Those words were indeed an honesty that Sam could grasp, but they truly made him want to replace them with numerous moans and groans. Where there would be no more words of “I can’t” because Sam would teach her many things, including opening his belt buckle. Lowering his pants and playing together down there.

“Pay close attention,” Sam pressed the latch behind the belt buckle until a clicking sound was heard. Then, with one pull, the buckle could be easily released.

“Why was it so easy?” Beatrice asked innocently. “Why was it difficult for me earlier?”

“You saying that only makes me want to make you helpless, You.” Sam pulled Beatrice’s chin to satisfy his gaze upon that irritating face. “If you can open my pants, right?” Beatrice nodded slightly. He let the girl work slowly, which only made Sam more aroused.

Sam’s freed member stood even more erect. Perfectly in front of Beatrice’s face. Beatrice’s eyes were amazed and terrified at the sight. Occasionally, she glanced at Sam, who was looking down at her.

“Why?” Sam asked with a smirk. “Haven’t you touched it before?”

Beatrice turned her face away. Embarrassed.

“Remember what you have to do when you’re with me?”

Beatrice closed her eyes softly, then nodded.

“What is it?”

“Don’t turn away when talking with you.”

“Good girl.” Sam ruffled Beatrice’s hair. “This time, I don’t want to use my hands. I want to use your mouth. Can you do it?”

“But…” Beatrice hesitated. She swallowed nervously.

She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have Sam’s member filling her mouth. What would she experience? What would it feel like? Wasn’t it large and strangely wrinkled? Once again, she looked up and met Sam’s expectant gaze. Slowly, she moved closer. She caught a whiff of Sam’s distinct scent, which permeated her mind.

Was this really something she had to do?

But Sam was waiting for her to act, right?

Once again, she swallowed nervously. Gathering her courage, she gave a gentle kiss there. She tried to reassure herself because soon, Sam’s member would enter her mouth. She opened her mouth slowly, attempting to carefully accommodate Sam’s erect manhood.

“Ugh!” Sam tilted his head slightly as he felt himself inside Beatrice’s mouth. “Move your mouth like sucking on a lollipop. You know what I mean, right?”

Beatrice nodded, albeit uncomfortably. Despite that, the foreign sensation that was taking over her was intensifying. Maybe it was because of Sam’s touch right at the top of her head that made her less hesitant to move. Slowly but surely, she began to play with Sam’s member, just like she would enjoy a sweet lollipop.

“Your mouth feels so good, Beatrice!” Sam moaned, holding back.

He purposely closed his eyes, experiencing the sensation he had been yearning for the past few days. His member had been sucked by other women before, but Beatrice was different. Inside her mouth, he felt a different kind of gentleness. Although it was still a bit awkward and occasionally Sam winced as Beatrice’s teeth grazed him, the sensation her mouth provided made Sam dizzy.

“Suck it.” Sam held Beatrice’s head slightly. “Ah! Yes, like that!” Sam was going crazy with just Beatrice’s mouth. And when she intentionally stuck out her tongue, licking hesitantly but eagerly, adding moisture there.

“Oh my God!” Sam couldn’t believe that this still awkward play was driving him insane. Especially when Beatrice sucked on the tip of his member. Slowly, but it already made Sam yearn for more. “That’s enough.”

Sam stopped Beatrice’s movements. Her face was flushed crimson. Her lips seemed to be adjusting to the situation. Beatrice quickly wiped the corners of her wet lips.