UNDER HIS RULES

Beatrice granted Samuel full access because she began to understand what her husband wanted. She supported her body with her hands, and their eyes briefly met before Samuel directed his attention to Beatrice’s womanhood. He gently caressed around the lips that were now devoid of fine hair. Samuel became more enthusiastic in his touch. “When did you shave?”

“No need to know,” Beatrice said with a voice that was starting to become husky. She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly to chase away the increasing sensations. Full of passion that was igniting and burning throughout her body. Especially when she felt Samuel’s tongue greeting her lips down there. “Oh!” she moaned, biting her lower lip.

Samuel grinned upon hearing his wife’s sigh. It not only greeted, but also slowly caressed from the edge of Beatrice’s womanhood to the moistened side. Not just wet from pool water, but wet from every stimulation Samuel had been giving since earlier. His tongue moved skillfully, like a professional dancer giving the best performance in its intricate movements inside.

“Ah!” Beatrice felt completely overwhelmed by Samuel. His tongue sometimes greedily licked her clitoris, sometimes plunged into her womanhood. Making Beatrice go crazy with desire. Especially when Samuel deliberately gave a strong suction at the tip. “Sam!”

The moan only fueled Samuel’s enthusiasm. Beatrice’s position allowed Samuel full access to her, as she straddled his face. It gave him a wide-open path to do anything there. Including…

“Sam?” Beatrice asked, confused. She was thoroughly enjoying every lick, suction, and kiss her husband was bestowing upon her down there. But why did he stop? Before she could get an answer, her husband grinned mischievously. His fingers were now wet, as he licked them with movements that made Beatrice feel like she was licking Samuel. Just as she had done several times before to satisfy her husband.

Upon Samuel’s recent action, Beatrice’s heart raced even faster. Especially since his gaze was no longer mischievous, but filled with fiery passion. The haze of desire was already burning inside her. It made Beatrice unable to do anything but bite her lower lip… and surrender as his fingers were directed towards her still wide-open core.

She tightly closed her eyes as she felt a surge of dizzying pleasure take over.

“Don’t bite your lip, Honey,” Samuel warned. “Save it for your moans.”

“Kiss me!” Beatrice pleaded.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“No.” Samuel shook his head slowly. His hand continued to explore and tease Beatrice’s womanhood down there. His movements were slow, adjusting to his wife’s reactions to avoid causing her pain. For Samuel, if Beatrice showed any signs of discomfort, it would make him feel guilty. This exchange of moans and the pursuit of their shared pleasure had to be done with good cooperation and mutual comfort. It belonged not only to him but to his wife as well.

That’s how Samuel treated Beatrice.

“Sam,” Beatrice whimpered, her breath becoming even more erratic. Perhaps it was because Samuel’s fingers were stirring within her, and his tongue was teasing her sensitive clitoris.

“Stop!” Beatrice pleaded, but Samuel had no intention of obeying. On the contrary, he became even more fervent in his stimulation. Not just with one finger, but now two fingers were gently thrusting inside her, slowly allowing Beatrice to accommodate the changes within her.

“Ah!” Beatrice was driven to the brink by Samuel. She wanted to hold his head, even pull his hair if necessary. But unfortunately, if she didn’t support her body, Samuel would have difficulty pleasuring her down there. So all she could do was arch her back and moan in ecstasy from the movements of Samuel’s hand and the touch of his tongue. “Ah! Ah!” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m going to climax!”

Amidst his actions, Samuel simply grinned, holding Beatrice’s waist in place. He let his wife experience a brief moment of satisfaction with his fingers because he wanted to play longer tonight. If necessary, until the early hours of the morning. This was just the beginning. He wanted to render his wife completely helpless.

“Sam!” Beatrice moaned again. “Oh! Please, stop, Sam!”

Such an obvious lie, wasn’t it?

This only spurred Samuel to intensify his movements inside her. His tongue became even more wild in stimulating the primary target of his wife’s body. Beatrice’s fingers started to tremble, and her tight, warm, wet opening, coated with the sticky fluid he craved, began to tighten around his fingers. Until… the wave came, accompanied by a cry from his wife.

“Oh, Sam!!!”

Samuel grinned in satisfaction. The pulsations his fingers felt grew stronger. The pull and suction sensation on his fingers delighted him. His wife had reached climax this time. Not wasting the moment, Samuel slowly withdrew his fingers. Then, with eagerness, he sucked on Beatrice’s genitals with enough force.

“Sam!” Beatrice was just hit by a storm called climax but wasn’t given a break, huh? Oh God! Her husband seemed to be punishing her. The sucking there felt even more consuming. She almost felt all her bones come out of their sockets.

“You’re enjoying it so much, Honey,” Samuel said, wetting his lips. Afraid that something might be left there, which he really enjoyed the taste of Beatrice down there.

“I said…,” Beatrice gasped softly. The peak storm of pleasure that engulfed her body was truly intoxicating. It made her dizzy, and her breath rose and fell only because of her husband’s fingers and tongue. “I said stop, Sam,” she said in a pouting tone.

The fingers he had used to tease his wife were then wiped on Beatrice’s nipple. “There’s no stopping today, Honey,” Samuel said with an intense gaze. He closed that statement with a thin kiss. “There are still more games to play.” Samuel pulled Beatrice back into the pool. Making Beatrice wet again. She laughed a little afterward. Feeling a slight punch on Samuel’s shoulder, but soon, Beatrice’s voice reached his ears. “My legs feel weak.”

“I’ll carry you.”

Beatrice just laughed. She didn’t waste Samuel’s recent words. Leaning on her husband’s shoulder, she gently nudged him. Samuel promptly lifted Beatrice in his arms just like that. Letting drops of water from Beatrice’s hair fall onto his shoulder and face. His wife’s smile was so tempting to kiss, but unfortunately, he needed to concentrate on walking on water.

“I’m not heavy, am I?” Beatrice asked while gently brushing her hair aside. She focused her eyes on her husband. Although slowly, Beatrice knew and was confident that Samuel wouldn’t drop her just like that. Her husband began to step out of the pool.

“Heavy, but not heavy when moving on top.”

Beatrice pouted but eventually laughed upon hearing Samuel’s overly honest answer. “Why does Sam like it when I’m on top?” she asked while stroking Samuel’s forehead. Highlighting how closely she observed her husband. Her hand had not stopped moving across the face of the man who looked so relaxed as he took her away from this clear pool.

Samuel didn’t answer but quickly kissed Beatrice’s lips. “I’ll answer later. Right now, it might distract me.”

The crease on Beatrice’s forehead deepened. “Do I distract you?”

The man grinned. They had completely exited the pool by now. Right in front of the open glass door, which led to their bedroom. “My concentration has been disrupted since you’ve been clinging to me like a koala, Honey.” He gently squeezed his wife’s firm buttocks. “Such a tempting temptation, right in the perfect spot, Honey.” Samuel rubbed himself a bit right under Beatrice’s core, which was right above him.

“Ugh!” Beatrice gaped in disbelief. But she quickly dissolved into laughter created by herself. “Whose fault is it for still wearing pants?”

Samuel sighed. “Can’t do the full plunge either.” He slowly lowered his wife. “Dry off your body first. Don’t want you catching a cold.”

Beatrice instead tiptoed and wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck again. Instinctive. Using the tip of her tongue, she moistened Samuel’s slightly bluish lips. “Sam is the one who’s cold. I’ll get a towel first.”

Unfortunately, Samuel quickly stopped Beatrice in her tracks. Leaving his wife bewildered. “Why?”

“Care to try it again?”

“What do you mean try it again?” Beatrice felt a cold breeze starting to caress her bare skin now. The sound of leaves rubbing against each other from the surrounding plants could be heard quite clearly, indicating that the night wind was blowing quite strongly.

Something Beatrice never expected, Samuel quickly lowered his pants. He also embraced her body to get closer. Beatrice wouldn’t refuse, but they needed to be dry, right? They shouldn’t both get sick because of the night wind.

“Try it again like before.”

“Carry me, Sam?”

Samuel shook his head slowly. He used his fingers to gently touch his wife’s cheeks, which he felt were getting cold. It seemed that going inside was the right thing to do. But before that, he had to say what had already been overshadowing him.

Beatrice’s lick earlier.

“And then what?” Beatrice asked curiously.