Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

Miss Huber

"You look so fucking sexy," he whispered, nibbling on his wife's neck.

Both had been to a charity event and dressed up for the party.

"Gabe!"

Samantha tried to wriggle out of this attack with a shriek while trying to unlock the front door.

"Something occurs to me ..."

Gabriel went to his study without losing words, shutting the door behind him and leaving his wife standing there, puzzled.

Not only you can play cat and mouse

He sat down in his desk chair, turned his axis twice, shouted through the closed door, and waited tensely.

"Miss Huber, could you please come to me? There are some ambiguities here!"

Samantha wondered what he was up to, knocked on the door, and entered when she got the command.

"You wanted to talk to me?" She said softly, clearing her throat.

Sam had made him so hot all evening, and now he wanted to get what he needed. So he beckoned her over with his finger.

"I came up with some paperwork today. Why haven't they been edited and sent to the addressees?" Drumming his fingers on the table, Gabriel looked up at his wife.

Embarrassed, Sam lowered her eyes, swallowed, and began to stammer.

"So ... I ... um ..."

"Please do it early tomorrow morning. It's very important!"

"Yes ... of course, sir," she answered humbly and nodded once.

"You seem a bit unfocused lately and constantly making mistakes. I can't tolerate that."

"I'm sorry, sir." Sam sighed and sauntered over to him, standing behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders, and quietly asking if she could make it up.

When Gabriel felt her gently pressing hands on his shoulders and heard his wife's soft words, the heat began to rise in him, and at the same time, something in his pants wanted to make room.

"I still have a lot to do here, but you could put your pretty butt on my desk, and I'll dictate some things."

"Everything you want ..."

Clumsily, she sat on the table, took a block and a pen to hand, and crossed her legs.

"Could you repeat that, please?" She asked nervously as he already spoke.

"Please put on your glasses and concentrate," he replied gravely, handing her a pair of black horn-rimmed glasses without glasses.

Samantha had to stop grinning at this ugly thing and wondered where he got it from.

"I ... not so fast, please," Sam muttered, confused, as he paced the room, talking like a waterfall.

The lack of concentration wasn't played either because she was already captivated by her husband's voice, which vibrated in her body.

"That's not how it works, Miss Huber. Then I can do it myself," Gabe grumbled, shook his head, and sat down anew in his chair with an exaggerated sigh.

"I know something you can't do yourself," she whispered, slipping off the table and leaning closer, running her hands along his torso to undo his tie. "Do you want me to show you?"

"I ask for it," he replied, pleased, fixing her with his eyes.

In no time, Gabriel's breath quickened as his wife knelt on the floor, placed her hands on his knees, stroked upward, then came to a halt on his baggy pants with more pressure and looked at him with an alluring look.

Gabriel opened his pants and pushed them down to his knees, and as he pulled off his underpants, his cock jumped hard against his stomach before it stopped in its original position, and Gabe sat down again.

She licked her lips seductively, put her hands on his knees, and looked deep into his eyes while his legs were spread wider with a short energetic jerk. At the gesture, Gabriel couldn't help but growl in anticipation.

A loud gasp followed as her tongue tip nudged into his little hole. She let the drops of his lust melt on her tongue, never losing sight of him, and finally closed his erection with her lips.

At first, the touch was gentle as he stroked over her head, and Sam had to grin as he unconsciously grabbed a little tighter a few times.

The breathing became faster, which spurred her to pamper her husband. Her short but strong fingernails scraped over his skin, and together with these arts, it didn't take long for him to come. But Samantha knew he wasn't finished just because he'd relieved himself in her mouth, and he knew it too.

"You're a bad girl, and bad girls are punished, don't you agree?"

In a quick and skillful move, she found herself face down on the desk a few moments later.

"Yes ... sir", she gasped, somewhat surprised but highly horny, as he held her hands behind her back. Not firm but determining.

With one hand, he held her tight, and the other stroked from the neck downwards. These touches made her shudder.

"Hmm ..." he whispered voluptuously and grabbed cheekily between her legs.

To increase the tension and arousal, he slowly opened the skirt and pushed it to her knees with underpants and pantyhose.

"Make them wet for me."

It was unnecessary; Sam was already wet and ready, but he liked that tingling sensation that went to the groin when two of his fingers slid into her mouth, and Sam began to lick and suck. And it wasn't long before his cock woke up to new life.

"Hands on the table," he said quietly, releasing her hands for his wife to follow.

His fingers found the entrance in no time; at the same time, he rubbed his thumb over her clitoris and brought her to moan loudly in seconds. Then a slight pain as the palm of his hand slapped her butt. And one more, on the other cheek.

"For not sending the paperwork ..." He growled, and the young woman bit her lip before his fingers moved away, and he completely sank in one swift motion, "... and for being too slow when I dictate something to you!"

Holy ...!

For a moment, Sam forgot to breathe and reflexively clenched her hands into fists as she felt the pull up to the nape of her neck.

"Sir," she murmured humbly, but he pushed her back on the table with his hand on her back when she tried to straighten. Then Gabriel grabbed her hips and set a fast pace.

"I'll teach you to obey me. I'll hammer it to you with every single thrust."

And that these weren't empty promises, he proved. Gabriel loved to see her butt wobble; he loved it when she melted under his hands and could hardly stand on her feet.

Sam knew that the prints on her hip could be seen even longer, but she liked to be marked by her husband. Gabriel came deep with a scream and kept thrusting until she, too, found release. Then, panting, he sank back into his desk chair and pulled his wife onto his lap.

"I hope you've learned your lesson."

"Yes, sir," she answered obediently and put her hands around his neck, followed by tender kisses.

** In the next chapter ...

Gabriel can fix everything. So why spend money on it?