Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

Room of fantasies 2

Gabriel was lying on the couch while Samantha was sitting at the table on her laptop.

Engrossed in a story, she was distracted by the sound of whipping and repeated screaming and moaning. Curiously, she looked at the television, which reported on the work of a dominatrix, and at her husband, who didn't even blink and greedily sucked everything.

Yes, that's right –– lately, both of them had neglected their game ... probably because they got company from Jensen and Misha, which hadn't turned downside. A great team of four.

But with what she saw on the screen, Samantha jerked slightly, as this lady handled her slave rather brutally, and when she noticed that her husband was shifting restlessly, and also discovered his bump in the pants, on which, as if by chance, his hand lay, she startled.

Will he? He really does ...!

The two had already done a few sessions and tried a lot, but Sam couldn't imagine ever dealing with her husband like that; instead, she was the gentle dominatrix. Of course, she liked the feeling of that power in those moments, but it was mainly about inflicting as little pain as possible.

Am I too lenient? Does he want it harder? Am I ready for it?

When Gabriel noticed his wife was watching him, he quickly put his hand aside. It made him hot, what he saw on TV. Granted, it looked painful, maybe ... it didn't have to be that hard ... but he envisioned his wife chastising him. And this outfit ...

Sam always looked good; that wasn't up for discussion, but the lady on TV in her black leather outfit, with those fuck-me-heels ...

Gabriel was also just a man, and it aroused him. He knew that Samantha would never wear such a thing, but one will probably still be allowed to dream. Gabriel was alternately hot and cold, and a small, yearning sigh broke from his throat. It was way too long ago, and he longed for it. No question what he's been able to experience so far has been incredible, but something in him ... or maybe it was the little devil sitting on his shoulders and telling him he should want that. Gabriel wanted that experience, wanted to feel what the man on TV felt because his cock was up all the time ... so he had to like that too, right?

Maybe the experiment went awry, but who doesn't dare ...?!

"You're sitting here with half-closed eyes and a dirty grin. All that's missing is that you jerk off now. But that would be pretty rude in the presence of your wife. Are you trying to tell me something?" Sam asked after shutting down the laptop and sitting next to her husband.

Startled, he jumped but immediately put on his diabolical grin.

"Yeah. Make me the strict dominatrix. Don't get me wrong, honey. I love it when we play, but I wanna try it a different way ... really hard. I wanna know how far I can go."

In the meantime, Gabe had sat up and looked deep into her eyes.

With a frown, she tried to understand what was going on in his head.

"You want humiliation, punishment, and pain ... why?"

"I know you won't do anything that harms me or hurt me genuinely. I wanna give myself wholly to you for one day, and I know that you have the necessary sensitivity for the right dosage. I wanna obey you, deliver myself to you, be guided by you because I trust you and love you unconditionally. I know that you'll take care of me, that I'm well, and that not only do you draw pleasure from this relationship but also I find this fulfillment. I love to know that you decide that at this time and drive me on and on and on ... because that's exactly the frigging attraction that makes me so incredibly hot. We both know that I'm a little masochist, and you're a little sadist," he grinned, and Sam snorted with amusement. "You enjoy the power and my submission, and I enjoy the pleasure that I can feel and may feel. You know that the pain can turn into pleasure."