Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

On top of the wold, down in the dumps

In thought, Gabriel patted his shoulder as he saw his wife sitting in this noble chair made of dark brown wood. He found it in a small shop and immediately pictured his mistress. Since then, the furniture graced the playroom.

Sam felt comfortable on her throne, crossing her legs and resting her arms on the armrests.

"Take off your clothes, slowly; look me in the eye!"

Gabriel didn't make a show of it, but his wife's look made him feel even more naked than he was anyway. Her steady gaze was hungry, and he felt his heartbeat quicken and the blood pool in the nether regions. He sank into her fawn eyes and crossed his hands behind his back.

"Perfect ..."

These words were only whispered, but it was enough to make the butterflies in his belly circle. He still held her gaze before being commanded to drop to his knees.

Slowly, she stood up, and her radiated elegance made him shudder. She stood in front of him, and Gabe didn't dare to look up, but he could imagine every detail when closing his eyes.

Samantha gently stroked his cheek with her knuckles and ran through his hair before pulling lightly, forcing him to look at her. Her fingers slid back down his cheek, brushing his lips briefly and lingering on the chin. Her grip was tender but firm, and Gabriel let out a shaky breath. A thumb pulled lightly on his lower lip before releasing it. Something was very erotic about it, and the air seemed to crackle.

"Open," Sam said softly, and Gabe dropped his chin obediently.

A thumb found its way into his mouth, putting slight pressure on his tongue.

"Close."

The light touch on his taste buds was electrifying, and he couldn't help but close his lips tightly around that thumb. He didn't know if he should, so he waited until she gave him a sign.

With devotion, he licked and sucked on the whole length, closed his eyes, imagined himself in front of Misha, to whom he gave the blow job of his life, and became rock hard.

Samantha didn't hide that her husband was distracted by his thoughts, and she squinted. The thumb suddenly disappeared with a wet sound, and he felt guilty. Embarrassed, he lowered his eyes and was annoyed that he hadn't been in control again.

"Naughty guy!" She hissed, and his head was pulled back with a jerk on his hair.

"I'm sorry, my love."

"I know. But that doesn't protect you from punishment. Because, how else do you wanna learn it? What am I gonna do with you ...?"

Her mocking tone made him shiver, and Gabe knew she didn't expect an answer to that question.

But the excitement sent continuous surges through his body, making him tremble slightly. Then she stopped and sat back in the chair.

"Hands on the thighs, and they'll stay there all the time. Eyes on the floor, and you won't look up until I allow you, roger?"

"Yes, my love."

He couldn't see much more than her shoes and could only imagine what Sam was doing when hearing the buzzing of a vibrator and then a moan. He was so close to looking up but controlled himself at the last moment. Gabe would've welcomed it had his wife satisfied herself in any other situation. But not like this. Not without him wanting it and certainly not when he couldn't watch it. Frustrated, he began to whimper. But ... a smart move on her part.

It was quiet in the room. Only the heavy breathing of Gabriel, the moaning of Sam, and the small sounds of the vibrator on wet skin could be heard.

His cock throbbed, and he felt a drop make its way out of his slit before dripping onto his thigh and letting him swallow frantically. He wanted it so badly. See or touch. Or both ... so badly.