Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

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Full of anticipation, he knelt naked in the playroom and waited for his wife, wondering what he'd expect. A thousand thoughts shot through his head, but one thing Gabriel knew, and even if it wasn't easy, he smiled excitedly.

The dark-blonde man found himself getting into a kind of trance from then on, as always. From now on, it was severe, and he was prepared for it, especially mentally.

Then he heard the door open, and his breathing changed as he sensed her presence and listened intently to find out what she was doing. Gabriel didn't dare to look up. He respectfully kissed her shoes –– a ritual and so much more.

Then he felt her hand against his cheek and leaned briefly into the touch.

"Did you prepare yourself?" She asked calmly, and he said yes.

Gabe was shaved, showered, prim, and proper. His bowels were empty. Behind him were two enemas that he had to give himself, which wasn't great as if his wife had done it.

At the thought of what would come to him, his cock wobbled, interested. Fisting, and that in earnest.

Now he sat on the throne and looked at her sitting between his legs with long latex gloves. By now, Gabe had the feeling she liked to dress like that. So sexy.

She didn't do that karaoke at conventions, but that was fine with him. Nobody should get horny with his wife except him. Although on the other hand, he was proud that he had such a beautiful wife. Should the others still be jealous ...

The pain came suddenly, though he was prepared for it. He tolerated it willingly, fighting the urge to avoid it. He almost made it but then lost control and squirmed uneasily. Of course, he feared the pain ... not fear, but respect.

Men aren't afraid!

"Stop it, or I'll hurt you unintentionally!" She said sternly, and Gabriel tried to calm down.

In his disappointment with himself, a soft whimper escaped. Then he straightened up resolutely so she could go on. Gabriel's job was easy –– he just had to make sure to be usable.

Sincere gratitude for her patience filled him again. She could be rude and merciless; she had the power –– it was her right.

Gabriel concentrated on staying relaxed –– for Samantha as well as for himself. His wife's voice guided him through his fear ... so ... respect.

Then he groaned loudly, not sure if it was arousal or pain. The following praise filled him with pride. Samantha didn't let him suffer unnecessarily. His wife made it easy for him ... always sensitive, gentle, and caring about him.

With satisfaction and sensual pleasure, she saw that her husband's breathing had increased, and his cheeks had blushed while stretching him with four fingers.

Sam allowed him to enjoy those moments when his pleasure rose before she decided to move on. She enjoyed the moments as well ... as he leaned back, closing his eyes and clutching his fingers in the chair.

Suddenly the hand was gone, and Gabriel felt a deep emptiness, looked at her questioningly and a little disappointed, wondering if he'd done something wrong.

Samantha shuddered at the sight momentarily when she'd removed her fingers. Breathtaking. His hole was wide open and gaping. With every breath, it vibrated.

"Get up and kneel on the bed. I want you to watch."

Oh, yes ... he'd almost forgotten. There was a big mirror in the playroom.

Full of anticipation, he hopped down and almost fell over, his legs already made of rubber.

It seemed as if they'd been busy for hours, and Gabe was already so taken by his feelings that he didn't realize what had happened to him.