UNDER HIS RULES

Beatrice laughed. She nodded, and then, in response, her fingers carefully unbuttoned Sam’s shirt. Occasionally, she glanced at Sam, who had trapped her. There was impatience in his expression, but he seemed to enjoy the touch Beatrice was giving him.

“You can unclasp the belt, right?”

“I’ve done it countless times. How could I not know?”

Sam gave another kiss. “You’re smart.”

Somewhat hastily, Sam took off his pants once Beatrice successfully unfastened the belt and button. “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Be patience, Sam.” She gently pushed Sam, who was ready to pin her down. “Do you want to go right away?”

Sam blinked softly, and the corner of his lips lifted. “Okay.” He then gave some space to Beatrice, who wanted to be free from his embrace. Following her desire, it turned out that Beatrice wanted Sam to lie down. “Ah, I can’t wait to see what you’re going to do.”

Beatrice’s smile formed ever so slightly. “I hope you like it,” she said as she moved down from Sam’s body, her target clear from the teasing she had been doing. It stood upright, large, and perfectly erect. The one that belonged to Sam, which had been inside her every time, left her helpless.

Her hand gently stroked the moist tip of Sam’s member. Her eyes gazed at Sam, who was lying there, relaxed. It seemed like she was waiting for Beatrice’s move this time. Moistening her lips, Beatrice gently kissed the tip of Sam’s manhood. Then, slowly, she took it into her mouth.

It wasn’t the first time, but this time, Beatrice was determined to satisfy Sam with her mouth. Previously, Sam always held back to prevent himself from releasing there. But Beatrice was curious. Very curious, especially when every movement of her mouth going back and forth in sync and slowly, Sam’s moans were so arousing to her ears.

Just like now.

Beatrice had gathered her hair to avoid it interfering with her activities. For Sam, Beatrice’s small and tight mouth was a torture in itself. But what else could they do? If it turned out that her mouth provided him with extraordinary sensations before moving on to the main course.

“You,” Sam closed his eyes. Unconsciously, he tugged Beatrice’s hair slightly. Although it was slightly painful, he continued his mouth’s movements. Pushing Sam’s manhood inside, then slowly withdrawing it. Sometimes the tempo was slightly faster, and sometimes he slowed it down.

But above all else, the thing Beatrice enjoyed the most was when she sucked the tip of Sam’s member. At first, it felt strange and made her slightly nauseous. But because she was getting used to it, Beatrice knew how to make it comfortable for her.

“Beatrice!” Sam growled, barely able to contain himself. “That’s enough.”

Beatrice sucked his member forcefully and then played with it using her mouth. It was as if Beatrice was seeking revenge on him.

“Enough.” Sam squirmed slightly to free himself.

“No.” Beatrice shook her head firmly. Then she inserted Sam’s member back into her mouth, rendering him powerless.

“Oh my god!”

Between Sam’s words and actions, there was no harmony. He refused to let Beatrice continue, but once his manhood filled her mouth, he surrendered. “Ah! Yes, just like that.” It’s better for him to enjoy it, right?

Beatrice increased the pace.

“Ah! Your mouth is incredible!” Sam exclaimed, which only fueled Beatrice’s enthusiasm.

“Ugh!” Sam tugged Beatrice’s hair slightly. “This is how it works. I can’t hold it anymore, you!”

That’s what she had been waiting for. But Beatrice couldn’t speak. She chose to continue her actions.

“Beatrice!” In one thrust, where Beatrice almost choked as Sam’s member entered her mouth completely. Especially the thick liquid that Sam had, which satisfied her a little this time, came out into her mouth.

Beatrice almost cried, but this was what she wanted, right? So all she did was swallow it. Trying to take it all in without leaving any residue. She also sucked Sam’s member a little to ensure that everything that was still there entered Beatrice’s mouth.

“Are you crazy?” Sam quickly sat up. The corners of the girl’s lips still had traces of his liquid. “You… You’re really something, you!”

After composing himself, Beatrice giggled. “Do you like it?”

“Oh my god!” Sam quickly kissed those lips. “I love it!”

“Let me finish first.”

Sam furrowed his brow at Beatrice’s statement. But shortly after, he chuckled. Beatrice kissed the tip of his reddened member. As if to indicate that she had done something extraordinary.

“This time, it’s my turn to make you scream my name.”

Beatrice laughed.

“And what you need to understand, you,” Sam said with a warning tone. “I’m not easily satisfied after I’ve released for the first time. Are you sure you can handle me?”

Beatrice smiled, her hand gently caressing Sam’s cheek. “I can’t wait to find out.”

“Let me know if it gets rough later.”

Beatrice nodded.

So, Sam proceeded to lay Beatrice down, resuming what had been interrupted earlier. This time, Sam was eager to render Beatrice helpless.

He planted a deep, tender kiss, just like before. His hands cupped Beatrice’s breasts again, gently squeezing them, twisting her nipples slowly, and rubbing his now erect member against Beatrice’s thigh.

Meanwhile, Beatrice began to squirm beneath Sam’s weight. Especially when Sam descended and resumed sucking on her breasts, taking turns between them. His sucking was softer and more intoxicating for her. It made Beatrice tightly shut her eyes while biting her lower lip.

Especially when Sam’s fingers started to caress Beatrice’s abdomen gently, causing her body to move restlessly.

“Sam, it tickles.”

He paid no attention to her whimper. Until Sam’s fingers encountered the last barrier, the red fabric Beatrice was still wearing. Sam’s gaze focused intensely on the red fabric. It matched the bra Beatrice had worn earlier, it seemed. A faint grin appeared on Sam’s face once he knew what he had to do.

Using his mouth, he began to remove the red fabric. His tongue stroked the area around Beatrice’s inner thighs, gradually moving downward to her thighs.

He disregarded Beatrice’s squirming, whether it was due to tickling or arousal. For Sam, Beatrice needed to be punished. This was just a small part of her punishment.

“Ah! Sam!”

Her moans sounded so seductive, especially when Sam kissed the area between Beatrice’s legs, which he loved. Ah… no, it wasn’t just love. He absolutely loved it. The scent alone made Sam impatient to explore and ravish her there.

“Mmm! Ah… yes. Right there,” Beatrice gasped. She didn’t know what Sam was doing to her. All she knew was that the sensation was incredibly arousing. She felt Sam’s hand opening her womanhood, followed by his tongue swirling and sucking there. And then his fingers entered, not just one, but two, and they made Beatrice completely dizzy with pleasure.

“Ah! Ah!”

Sam grinned with delight, especially because Beatrice kept moaning due to his actions.

“Sam!”

He released his fingers just like that. His teasing came to an abrupt halt, which infuriated Beatrice beyond belief.

“Why did you stop?”

“Don’t be satisfied just with my tongue and hands.”

Beatrice’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Her face grew even hotter. And her breath was now gasping due to this man’s actions towards her.

“I want you to be satisfied with this.” Sam’s member was thrust inside Beatrice without any warning.

It made the girl widen her eyes, but then a faint grin appeared on her face. The man on top of her did the same, smiling as their bodies united.

“You drive me crazy.”

Beatrice chuckled. “Only I can drive Abang crazy.”

“Especially this.” Sam pressed deeper into her. “It’s only mine. Understand?”

Beatrice nodded weakly, feeling the fullness in her stomach from the pressure. Especially when Sam began to move. The tempo in the beginning was slow for adjustment, but once the man felt that his woman could fully accept him, the pace accelerated even more.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Beatrice’s head was moving uncontrollably. The thrusts Sam gave this time were far wilder than before, she felt. Usually, Sam played gently, but this time, Beatrice was truly rendered helpless. Not that she didn’t like it, on the contrary, Beatrice felt that their play had found a harmonious balance this time.

“Does it hurt?” Sam asked when Beatrice seemed more submissive than before.

“No.” Beatrice shook her head slowly. “Sam you’re really strong tonight.”

“Whose fault, is it?” Sam laughed. He gently wiped Beatrice’s wet forehead, without reducing the rhythm they had, occasionally adjusting their positions to ensure comfort for both Beatrice and himself.

“I take a long time for the second round. So you have to take responsibility.”

Beatrice closed her eyes softly. The sensation Sam created down there couldn’t be described with words. “Whatever you want to do, please go ahead. As long as I can satisfy Sam. Not anyone else.”

Sam leaned down slightly, stealing a kiss from Beatrice, where he also gave a gentle suck. “You’re the one I want. Especially since you satisfied me earlier. I won’t turn away, Beatrice.”

A wide smile appeared on Beatrice’s face.

“I belong to you, Beatrice Catalinna Diandra.”

“Ugh!” Beatrice winced as Sam’s member throbbed inside her. “Your movements, Sam, surprised me.”

“I’ll keep surprising you until morning.”

Beatrice just chuckled. She cupped Sam’s face gently, bringing it down to easily give a long kiss. Down below, both Sam and Beatrice moved with equal intensity.

“I am only yours,” Beatrice said between kisses.

Those words fueled Sam’s excitement even more. His thrusts became stronger, and the moans, groans, and cries of Beatrice filled his ears. And surely, they filled the open space they turned into their love room.

“Sam!”

“Oh! Your ownership is addictive, Beatrice!”

“Ah! Ah!”

“Can we together?”

Beatrice simply nodded until she felt Sam thrust into her forcefully.

“Sam!” Beatrice had to press her nails into Sam’s back. “Ouch! Press me again!”

“This is what you want, right?”

Sam could feel how he filled Beatrice immediately. Together, they reached for what they had been seeking since the beginning.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Beatrice’s breath was heavy, just like Sam, who was also running out of breath.

“This time without any protection, Beatrice.”

Beatrice’s eyes widened in disbelief. She realized that what Sam was doing this time was out of the ordinary.

“I hope my bloodline is here.” Sam gently stroked Beatrice’s stomach. “You want to, right? Have my child?”

Is there anything more touching than this?