UNDER HIS RULES

As his main target began to be touched, a light stroke was given as a start. Where he could feel Beatrice becoming more and more resigned to his every action. “Look into the mirror, Bee,” she said. “Don’t keep your eyes closed.”

“Ah,” Beatrice sighed softly, but did as her husband asked. Which was where the fingers had been, soaked from Samuel’s own mouth.

“See what I can do for you.” The finger began to enter Beatrice’s hole without further permission. Beatrice’s eyes bulged, completely unprepared, but she felt, inside there, the fingers entering with ease. Moving to tickle inside there. Making Beatrice arch slightly from the sensation she had just received. “Ah!” Not to be forgotten, another sigh escaped the air. Really, the taste made Beatrice even more dizzy.

“It’s getting really slippery, Bee,” Samuel whispered. He moved his fingers slowly as well, stirring gently in there. Back and forth at a fairly fast pace.

“Ah, Sam! Oh my!” Beatrice became more and more excited as Samuel’s hand moved underneath her. The motion was also getting wilder and the squeezing of Beatrice’s breasts was getting stronger. “Oh!” Beatrice felt like she was being invited to explore an exciting world full of dependency just by Samuel’s touch.

“Go on?” Samuel asked teasingly.

“Keep going, Sam. Don’t stop. Oh!” Beatrice replied quickly, leaning more and more on Samuel’s chest. If Samuel hadn’t supported her, she would have collapsed. She couldn’t stand all these exciting touches from Samuel. Several times he tried to touch Samuel’s head, giving it a gentle tug because it felt… “Oh!”

“Two, please?” asked Samuel, now even more eager to nibble at Beatrice’s neck. It didn’t matter how many traces of saliva and redness he left there.

“Whatever,” Beatrice said resignedly. “Whatever you want.”

In the mirror before her, her wife’s face was no longer flushed. It was bright red. The look in her eyes was also full of desire for Samuel to continue his touch all over her body. He stopped squeezing her breast. He did something with his fingers.

Instead of the tip of his tongue that had been playing with Beatrice’s clit, the other finger was the substitute. Although he wasn’t looking, Samuel knew every curve of Beatrice’s private parts. His eyes could imagine how wide open it was down there, especially when the other finger deliberately opened Beatrice’s lips even more. Then, despite the difficulty, not one but two of his fingers entered…

“Oh God, Sam,” squealed Beatrice, who became more and more closed. Her breathing was labored. “Ah! Sam… that… oh, ouch!”

Samuel grinned with satisfaction. Hearing the sighs that kept escaping Beatrice’s lips made him even more eager to shake her inside. After successfully inserting two of his fingers, they became even more brutal in their movements. He churned Beatrice’s vaginal canal without pause. Beatrice’s clitoris is also touched in rhythm with the movement of their fingers in and out. Just as hers would be if it were in there.

But later.

She was eager to see Beatrice’s release this time.

“Squeeze your own breast, Bee,” Samuel said in a half-whisper. “And see what your face looks like there.” He kissed the side of Beatrice’s head gently. “I really like that look on your face, Bee.”

Beatrice slowly opened her eyes. Don’t ask what they looked like. She could only open them occasionally because what she was going through was exhausting.

“Squeeze, Bee,” Samuel repeated. “And feel the sensation,” Samuel coaxed. He wanted his wife to know that his passionate face was alive and able to numb all her nerves.

Somehow Beatrice finally agreed with Samuel this time. And it’s true, oh my God! Samuel had never been wrong when he told her about touch. As soon as she squeezed her own breast, where Samuel was aggressively moving his fingers down there, Beatrice went crazy.

Every time she squeezed her breasts, she remembered how Samuel had treated them. So that was what she was doing now, where it turned out… oh dear, she was speechless except for biting the corners of her lips. The dizziness that hit her was getting worse.

“Don’t bite it, Bee,” Samuel warned. “It’ll hurt you. It’ll be better if you sigh.”

Samuel’s words were like magic, moving Beatrice irresistibly. As a result… “Ah! Ah!” she sighed unbearably.

“Be loud if you want to sigh, Bee.” She sucked gently on the tip of Beatrice’s ear. “Say my name, Bee.”

“Sam, my God, this is so good.”

“It’ll be even better later.”

Beatrice just nodded. “Ah! I… I’m on my way.”

“Come on.” Samuel was getting more and more excited about giving Beatrice a whisk with just his two fingers. Especially when he touched the tip of Beatrice’s womanhood. The two fingers also moved more intensely and wildly.

“Sam!” she squealed as she looked up. Where Samuel’s suction returned to her neck. Strongly. One that would surely leave a red trail that would not easily disappear.

“Oh!”

A strong twitch that Samuel’s fingers felt. He could also feel something wetting his fingers there. Not wanting to miss a second of Beatrice’s taste, he quickly pulled his fingers out. Then he carried Beatrice to his bed. He gently placed her body in the middle of the bed.

Beatrice could only surrender to what her husband was doing. Her breathing was labored. The dizziness that came over her was so pleasant. She didn’t care what Samuel did. Especially when Samuel spread his thighs again. Closer to her and…

“OH!” Beatrice moaned in distress. Just climaxed and already crushed by Samuel again? Where his mouth and tongue moved to suck there, this was crazy! She had not been able to calm the waves that stirred her entire bloodstream. Don’t add to it yet. “Enough, Sam,” Beatrice pleaded. “Break first.”

Samuel stopped what he was doing. “I know,” he said with a grin. He rubbed the corner of his lips, which were slightly moist from Beatrice’s greeting. The taste he had just tasted was already an addiction for him. Samuel didn’t want to miss any of Beatrice’s juices. He came back closer to Beatrice, who greeted him with joy.

He wrapped his arms around her neck again and gently asked her to come closer. Samuel complied. Being close to Beatrice was something he would never miss for a moment.

“Like it?” asked Samuel with a faint smile.

Beatrice just smiled. “But I like yours better.” She deliberately touched Samuel’s with her foot. Slowly.

“Now?” Samuel blinked in disbelief. But this was his wife. Whispering seductively, “Just his fingers can make me blush. How about the real thing? I want to be helpless.”

Samuel laughed. So that’s what he was doing now. “You’re on top this time, aren’t you?” He stroked Beatrice’s temple gently.

Beatrice did not resist at all. “But I want to do something first,” Beatrice said, unclasping her hands around Samuel’s neck.

“Do what?”

The woman just smiled. Slightly disengaging from Samuel’s support, the man was confused. What would Beatrice do now? Beatrice watched intently as the arrangement of pillows she had arranged was abandoned.

“Lean back here, Sam,” Beatrice ordered as she patted the pillows she had arranged. Samuel just grinned, thin as a thread.

“I should have let you, Bee.” He kissed Beatrice’s lips gently as he pulled his wife closer. But all he got was rejection, though Beatrice never left his lap.

“Patience, Sam,” she said with a smile. Her hair, still flowing, was slightly damp from the sweat of earlier. Her neck also felt damp when he touched it. “You must be licking some kind of ice cream, huh?”

“Ice cream is sweet, your neck is not.”

“Well then, stop touching my neck.”

Samuel laughed. “Your neck is so tempting, Bee. Seriously. I can’t stop myself from touching it. It tastes more than just sweet ice cream.”

Beatrice gaped in disbelief. Even though she was sitting on top of Samuel, she could still cross her arms over her chest. Did they really want to continue their hot game or not? Why was it just a matter of lick?

“Kiss me,” Beatrice cried. Which Samuel answered immediately. But before Samuel actually grabbed Beatrice’s lips, which still had the color of her lipstick, she said, “Gently.”