Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

Get me to my limit

"Tell me what I can do for you. What do you need?"

Samantha cuddled anxiously and sympathetically at her husband's chest, who only hugged her harder with a deep sigh. He had a busy week, was exhausted and checkmated, and had seen his wife only to eat and sleep in the past few days.

"Someone who disassembles me wholly and then reassembles me," he mumbled, sighing again with his eyes closed.

"Playroom in fifteen minutes. Get ready!" his wife replied, and he looked at her expectantly.

"You want it; you get it. I won't repeat myself!"

With these words, she got up and went into the playroom. Gabriel didn't think long and jumped up. The tiredness had suddenly disappeared, the adrenaline rush and anticipation had taken over, and he flitted into the bathroom as fast as possible.

"I'll let you decide. Who do you wanna have?" Sam asked patiently, holding the collar in her hand.

"Both. But I think I need it a bit harder today," he answered determinedly after a moment of reflection. "I'm yours. I'm what you want and do whatever you tell me while wearing the damned thing. I love you."

"I love you," she smirked, running her hands over his back before closing the collar around his neck.

From one moment to the next, her voice changed, became more teasing, more demanding.

"I missed you," she whispered in his ear. "I want you to focus on me and leave behind all the thoughts of the last few days. Get on the bed, my handsome. I want you on all fours. Face the wall; we'll try something new today."

"Yes, my love."

Something new ...

Gabriel was always open to something new, and excitedly, he climbed onto the bed, got into position, and lowered his eyes. He knew that Sam enjoyed letting him fidget. His body vibrated with desire, and his heartbeat had already reached a threatening speed. But she wouldn't start until he had calmed down.

In the meantime, she was looking for the utensils she'd planned for this session but stopped when he threw a furtive glance in her direction.

"Perfect ... and you're just waiting for me."

"Yes, my love."

"Lie on your back and close your eyes. I need you relaxed. I'll tell you what I dreamed of and what I'm going to do to you."

It wasn't easy for Gabriel to keep his eyes closed when he heard she was doing something. But he knew the punishment would follow if he'd been so naughty and hadn't obeyed this order.

Sam was close to him, whispering soft words in his ear and giving her husband the time he needed to breathe calmly and evenly. Then she picked up the metal pin she'd ordered –– a little bit bigger than a pen. One could choose between three levels for vibration and three for minimal electrical shock. Of course, she'd tried the pen on herself first; Gabe shouldn't get a heart attack. But now, she put it on level three and held it close to his neck.

"What ...?!" He shouted, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.

It wasn't the pain but the surprise that made his body tremble.

"Shh ... I got you," she whispered, stifling a grin and kissing the spot where she'd electrified him.

"Do you trust me?"

Gabe took a deep breath, and the answer came after a minimum of hesitation.

"Of course, my love."

"Well, I think you need a little help to keep still. Put your hands over your head."