Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

you broke a rule

It was another convention weekend, and Sam was sitting on the couch next to Misha, holding her cell phone in hand and nervously tapping her foot on the floor.

"Are you waiting for a call?"

She'd set a rule. Gabriel had to call every day at a specific time. If he couldn't talk, a text message was enough. But her phone remained silent. First, she sighed softly and impatiently, then briefly with a slight rage, but then smiling to herself.

In a good mood, her husband approached her shortly before a lunch break and kissed her because apparently, his wife was happy, and that's why he was delighted too.

"Hey, hon."

"You forgot to call," she whispered in his ear and pulled his head back slightly with the help of his long hair.

"Fuck," he gasped as a shiver moved through his body and his face turned white as the wall. "I-I'm sorry."

"Hmm ..." Sam hummed, took his wrist, and played almost reverently with his bracelet. "I can't let it go that way, and you know that."

Gabriel swallowed hard and nodded.

After lunch, while the others giggled about wanting to have a little time, Sam took her husband's hand, unlocked the door, and pushed him inside.

"Take off your clothes and lie on your back, legs spread out!"

How he loved it when she talked to him like that, and his cock immediately started to straighten up. A few on the butt, ok ... but then what she pulled out of her bag was jaw-dropping!

You know that I hafta go down there again, right?

His breath quickened violently, and his eyes widened as she knelt between his legs.

"You know what you did wrong?" She teased, and he nodded. No, he had to say it aloud.

"I think ..." he mumbled and closed his eyes.

"You think? You better be sure," she snorted in amusement.

"I forgot to report; I'm sorry, my love," he grumbled and sighed.

...

Gabriel winced as cold and damp fingers slipped into his back door to prepare him.

"You'll be wearing those pearls in the R2M panel in the afternoon and being reminded each step of your crime."

"Fuck!" He whimpered as the first ball of the anal beads slowly passed its entrance and plopped inside.

His cock twitched with interest, but Samantha paid no attention. There were only three balls, not too big, either. Gabriel was in public, and Sam just wanted to give him a little lesson and not that there were any embarrassing moments –– she'd never have forgiven herself.

"Please ..." he moaned and clenched his hands into fists. "... holy!"

Please yes, or please no ... he couldn't say that exactly. It felt fantastic because the balls moved with every movement and brushed close to his prostate.

Then she pulled his boxer shorts back up and rubbed his well-filled hole, making him moan again.

"Get up and dress," Sam smirked when she noticed that her husband had a slight reddening on his face.

Gabriel had no idea how he'd go through this because he was so damn hot, and it cost immense restraint, so this problem in his crotch wouldn't stand up. Because he was well aware of the fact that the following forty-five minutes could be highly embarrassing, even if he wore a long jacket that would've covered it. But he was sure he could do it. All he had to do wasn't think about it.

...

Granted, focusing on the questions of the fans was a little challenging. Repeatedly, a cautious moan escaped, and Gabriel had to pull himself together and take care that he didn't have his microphone on his face as usual.

Of course, Sam looked at the panel from the side and was proud of her husband.

Normally Gabriel always jumped from one side to the other and could never stand still, but that was different that afternoon. Apparently, he had forgotten it for a moment when he jumped up as if bitten by a tarantula when he wanted to sit on the chair.

The audience, as well as Samantha, found it at least amusing. This short chain wasn't enough to give him what he needed, but that was good. Rob asked if everything was alright. Gabriel nodded briefly, glancing at his grinning wife.

No, he didn't blame her for being in this situation because he was guilty. He wanted it that way. Samantha had to be persuaded first to try out the game in public.

The three disappeared behind the curtain, and Sam set off to look for her husband. In front of the Green Room, they met. There she pulled on his arm and breathed in his ear how proud she was of him. By now, he'd been exceptionally well in control, which changed again when she kissed him tenderly.

"I wanted to save you now, but you seem like it."

"I learned my lesson. Please take it out, my love," he whispered sheepishly.

"That's good to hear," she answered with a pleased wink.

"Fuck!"

Again, he lay on the bed and bit his lips as Samantha pulled on the string. One by one, the balls popped out, as did drops of his lust squeezed out of the head of his cock. Meanwhile, Gabe was sweating, the concentration had subsided, and he needed to come.

"You did that very well ..." she smirked, "... you deserve a reward."

As she said that with that wicked, sexy voice, the balls were pushed back, making him moan. Always in and out. So long, until he begged. Ecstatically his head flew back, his hand pressing to his lips to stifle the redeeming cry.

Then she licked everything clean, wrapped him up properly, and nodded to the breathless man with red cheeks. How sublime it would've been to cuddle with his wife for an hour or five, but they had to go back on stage.

"I love you, baby. Maybe I forgot to call once more tomorrow."

"You won't because I have more punishments in store."

With her devilish grin, he had a sense of foreboding, so Gabriel decided not to wake sleeping dogs.

** In the next chapter ...

A poem for Gabriel's dominatrix