Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

You don't need it

Earlier than expected, Samantha was finishing work and was looking forward to spending some precious hours with her husband. It was November, the weather was cold and gray, and although it was only six in the evening, it was already dark outside. As she walked down the driveway, she was surprised that the house was also dark because Gabriel had long been out of work and apparently wasn't home. Usually, they always phoned, but today, Sam wanted to surprise him. And she'd succeeded in this surprise too.

After the front door was unlocked, she was even more surprised because his shoes and jacket were in the vestibule.

She would know if he was in the playroom with Jensen or Misha because nothing was ever done without talking about it.

Sneaking into the house, Sam quietly laid the key on the dresser and heard familiar noises from his study.

Just as the door opened, there was a startled shriek. Gabe frantically tried to erase his traces and slammed his laptop in a panic.

"Honey, I ... I-I didn't know you were coming this early," he stammered, and Samantha just stared at him, waiting for an explanation.

"What're you doing?" She asked sharply.

"I ... it ... fuck ..."

Quickly he closed his belt, sighed loudly, and mumbled something in his beard that she hadn't understood.

"In ten minutes, you go to the bedroom and get what I put on the bed!"

Shaking her head, Sam closed the door and climbed the stairs after a detour into the playroom.

Gabriel was annoyed with himself and his wife, who at least could've called. Still, with a beating heart from the sudden surprise visit, he quickly took a shower and went naked into the bedroom since he was suspected of being cited in the playroom and would need no clothes. Once in the bedroom, he found the collar, the riding crop, and a note that he should come into the playroom. Swallowing hard, he hurried.

Of all the offenses, Sam found that the worst of all. Both had a more than fulfilling sex life, so it wasn't necessary that he also had to lay hands on himself. It was almost as bad for her as a bit of infidelity. Apparently, he wasn't fully occupied, so she had to help him a bit.

Why do men always and everywhere have to satisfy their needs?

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and his wife called him in. Immediately he dropped to his knees and kissed her feet because she wore no shoes. He held out the riding crop with his hands trembling slightly and lowered his eyes.

"If you do it with Misha, that's fine. If you do it with Jensen, that's fine. If you give yourself a handjob, that isn't alright, and I think I've explained that more than once. I can't imagine you have too little sex. What do you have to say about that?"

Samantha was angry, and that was reflected in her voice. Gabriel felt more and more uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, my love."

"I can't understand you!"

Playfully, Sam slapped the riding crop on her pants and looked at the kneeling man at her feet, who was trying to gather as best he could.

"I'm sorry. Please punish me, my love ... I deserve it. I had a busy day, and it came over me."

"Oh, save your excuses. You couldn't wait for your wife. Who would've done it better for you? What do you think would be the appropriate punishment?"

"You can do whatever you want with me ... whip me."

"Could I, to warm up. But I have a better idea."

Sam chuckled inside and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back slightly, causing him to stiffen. He had great respect for his wife –– especially in those moments, and that smug but stern look she gave and the news that it was something he should remember longer made him swallow hard.