UNDER HIS RULES

Beatrice slowly opened her eyes. She wriggled slowly, feeling restricted in her movements. Her fingertips touched a surface of skin that she recognized all too well. The man beside her still slept soundly, making her hesitant to move too much around. She was afraid of disturbing his sleep.

Instead, she drew closer to him, wanting their bodies to be even closer. Gazing at Sam’s face from such a close distance made Beatrice feel fortunate. She couldn’t explain why her feelings changed so quickly, nor could she fathom the depth of his emotions. It was too scary for her to ask. The current situation was enough for her.

“Are you awake?” Sam asked, squinting slightly. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to look at the time,” Beatrice replied.

Sam smiled faintly, pulling Beatrice closer into his embrace. “You’re never satisfied just watching me sleep, are you? You’re like this almost every day.”

Beatrice laughed softly, gently tracing Sam’s imperfect face. She could feel the scars and stitches when she touched him. And yet, his face seemed surprisingly manly to her, even though he didn’t take care of it at all. It made her enjoy gazing at him for a long time.

“No,” she said.

Sam fully opened his eyes, gazing deeply at the woman still in his arms. “Today, Alfred came with the results of a thorough investigation about who you really are, Leora.”

Beatrice chose to thin her lips.

“Are you afraid?”

“Why should I be afraid?” Beatrice asked, confused. “What problems could arise if the investigation turns out to be true?”

Sam laughed, gently kissing the lips that had just spoken so freely. Although he had been restless all night, if Beatrice really was Leora, it was certain that Alfred wouldn’t easily let her go. Especially in the current situation, where Jimmy Lee would undoubtedly not only face punishment from Alfred but also be pressured to the point where he couldn’t move away.

Her choices were to live in fear of Alfred or to go as far away as possible.

“Hey!” Beatrice muttered in protest. “You have a habit. You haven’t brushed your teeth.”

Sam didn’t care. Instead, he pulled the woman even closer into his embrace, and with one swift motion, Beatrice was on top of him. In a position she greatly enjoyed. Beatrice’s gentle movements ignited his passion, burning him relentlessly. Sam couldn’t easily forget it.

Wearing only thin sleepwear and underwear, with some of his belongings still covered, Sam struggled to contain himself. He was only wearing boxer shorts after their passionate activities last night. Being near Beatrice never bored him, especially when he listened to her moans and sighs. And when they reached their peak, Beatrice only called out Sam’s name.

“Was last night not enough?” Beatrice asked incredulously. “We woke up late because you wouldn’t stop, you know.”

Beatrice slowly tidied her hair, preparing to get off so as not to suffocate Sam further.

“I’m never satisfied with you,” Sam grinned. In this position, for some reason, what fascinated him the most was Beatrice’s chest. It tempted him to touch and gently massage it. But for this morning, Sam wanted something different.

Usually, he would indulge in gentle, tender wrestling with Beatrice. This time, however, Sam wanted to be a little rough. Hopefully, Beatrice wouldn’t mind. His hands began to move, gently squeezing her breasts. Starting with an incredibly gentle motion that made the girl close her eyes softly. Then he lightly twisted her nipple with a slow movement.

Which made Beatrice moan softly. “Oh, Sam,” she said, unable to resist the sensation caused by Sam’s actions.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Sam grinned satisfactorily, and with one swift movement, he rose from his reclined position. Placing Beatrice on top of him, slightly higher than him.

“This is my favorite plaything,” he said. He leaned down a little, taking one of her breasts into his mouth. At first, he only licked around the nipple, and after satisfying himself, he began to suck gently. It made Beatrice squirm on top of him. Occasionally, he heard Beatrice moaning softly.

“Sam!” she exclaimed in disbelief when she felt him biting and pulling her nipple. There was pain, but also a sensation far more thrilling than usual. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling.

Sam released the nipple with a chuckle. “Why?” he asked.

“It’s painful,” Beatrice complained, but accompanied by a soft laugh. “What are you doing to me?”

“Want more?”

If Sam asked like that, it could be guaranteed that they were having a very late breakfast. And their room became a silent witness to the moans and cries that were once again created. Sam always enthusiastically made Beatrice helpless. She begged for mercy for all his actions, but Sam would never let go.

Like now, where Beatrice was already in a doggy-style position. He used his hands to hold Beatrice’s hips so that he could enter her at the right moment.

“Ah!” Beatrice frowned uncomfortably. However, once Sam belonged to her, fully inside her, she began to get used to it.

“You never disappoint me,” Sam said, giving a gentle slap on Beatrice’s firm buttocks. It turned slightly reddish, and he heard Beatrice stifled screams. “Are you ready?”

“Don’t be too excited, Babe,” Beatrice said, where Sam’s response was only a slight grin. He leaned down a bit to whisper in Beatrice’s ear.

“If this time you don’t want it slow, you know. It feels better when it’s fast.” Beatrice’s nipples became Sam’s new target; he gave gentle licks and bites there. “Anyway, you’ll definitely get addicted.”

Sam truly acted on his desires. He thrust into Beatrice impatiently, a bit rough, and occasionally squeezed her breasts hard as they moved together.

“Babe, take it easy,” Beatrice closed her eyes tightly. Her hands clenched at the edge of the bed. Although she felt overwhelmed by every move Sam made, especially since the sensation he gave this time was far more thrilling than before.

“It’s not good if it’s slow, babe. I want it like this.” Sam kept thrusting into Beatrice without mercy.

“Ah! Ah!” Beatrice was truly rendered helpless. Dealing with Sam in the morning required much more energy than at night. Why did Sam never get tired? Beatrice herself was starting to run out of energy.

“Lie down,” he said, releasing their union just like that.

Beatrice obediently complied with whatever Sam asked. She didn’t expect that when her legs were spread wide enough, Sam would bury himself there. He devoured Beatrice’s wetness without mercy.

“Babe! Oh!”

Initially, she felt like her energy was almost depleted, but Sam knew best how to make her feel enthusiastic again. Responding to every passion created by the man. “Oh, babe. Yes… there. It feels so good.”

Sam narrowed his smile. The tip of his tongue continued to explore inside Beatrice. With the help of his hands, he opened Beatrice’s lower lips to make them wider. Occasionally, he sucked on the part that made Beatrice scream; her clit. Just like he had done before.

“Babe! I can’t take it anymore!”

The man didn’t want to stop. Instead, he continued and even inserted his fingers to fulfill his fantasies. Beatrice’s long-awaited orgasm.

“OH!!!” Beatrice screamed uncontrollably. Her body felt lifted as the release was intense and pleasurable.

Sam’s fingers could still feel the contractions inside her and how Beatrice responded to what he was doing. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers. Some sticky liquid came out, wetting his fingers. He immediately sucked it all, leaving Beatrice’s thighs a bit restrained to cover up his actions.

“Enough, Sam,” she said.

But Sam ignored her. After being satisfied, he positioned himself to enter the place where he felt all the pleasure a woman could offer, and Beatrice was the one giving it. Like an intoxicating drug, he loved the sensation of intimacy with Beatrice.

“Ah!”

“You’re so tight, babe,” Sam said with a restrained growl.

Beatrice could only close her eyes. She could still feel her climax from earlier, and now, she was being filled by Sam, who for some reason felt much larger than last night. Or was it just her perception?

As per Sam’s desire this morning, he moved a bit roughly. Ignoring Beatrice’s warnings to go a little slower when thrusting.

“Not good, Beatrice.” Sam then lifted one of Beatrice’s legs to rest on his shoulder. “Ugh! You’re truly amazing.”

Beatrice couldn’t do anything but enjoy what Sam was doing. Because, in reality, what Beatrice felt was much more exhilarating. Her whole body moved wildly due to Sam’s relentless actions. “Ah! Ah! Yes… keep going, babe! Faster.”

Ah… Beatrice is starting to enjoy, right?

“You want me to go faster, huh?” Sam asked with a smirk. Just to make sure once again if Beatrice really said that? Underneath him, Beatrice’s eyes were already burning with passion. Her chest heaved along with the powerful thrusts. Her hair was messy, and her face was flushed. Sam enjoyed everything as he found this sight incredibly beautiful.

“Yes,” Beatrice said with a smile.

“That’s what I’ll do, then.” Sam leaned forward slightly. Then he directed his fingers towards their union. His aim was to awaken Beatrice’s primary erogenous zone.

“Oh! Babe! What are you doing?” Beatrice exclaimed in disbelief at what she had just experienced. Her eyes widened due to the sensations Sam was providing. Her intimate area seemed to be twisted slowly while Sam’s thrusts intensified. The synchronized movements made Beatrice a mess, shattered by desire. Every nerve in her body was stimulated, causing her to moan louder. “Babe! Oh my god! Oh!”

Sam continued to stimulate her there, with undiminished intensity. In fact, he became more enthusiastic as he entered Beatrice, who was spread wide open.

“Babe!” Beatrice’s hands pressed slightly against Sam’s back. “Harder.”

“Like this?” Sam pressed forcefully down there. His hand continued to dance above Beatrice’s clit.

“Ah! Yes.” Beatrice squeezed her eyes shut. “I can’t take it like this.”

Sam smiled proudly. “Hold on a little longer, babe.” He resumed thrusting into Beatrice without pausing.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Beatrice became completely helpless. She wanted to passionately kiss Sam, but unfortunately, he chose to embrace her tightly. “Sam, kiss me!”

Sam turned his head slightly towards Beatrice, and their lips immediately met with fervor…

“Ah!” Beatrice looked satisfied. “Oh, Sam!”

Sam became even more passionate. The pulsations down there fueled his eagerness to fulfill his goal.

“Beatrice!” Sam growled strongly at the same time, feeling himself release his climax. A lot.

“You’ve gone too far, Sam!” Beatrice gasped for breath. She still felt full because Sam hadn’t finished their union.

“Where did I go too far?” Sam laughed. Slowly, he withdrew from the place that was so beloved to be visited. “I made you scream, and you say I’ve gone too far?” He gently kissed Beatrice’s forehead, prolonging the kiss. Beatrice gradually closed her eyes. She hugged Sam’s damp, sweaty body.

“Do you want me to bathe you or…?”

Beatrice sneered. “Do it yourself. If we do it together, it’ll take even longer.”

Sam burst into laughter. He let Beatrice get off the bed, her body naked. Shortly after she entered the bathroom, a knock on the door made Sam reluctantly approach.

“Morning, Boss,” Hugo greeted with a wide grin.

“What time is it now?” Sam asked, ignoring the previous greeting.

“It’s ten in the morning. You’re so heartless, making Beatrice skip breakfast.” Hugo grinned, but his smile disappeared as soon as he saw Sam glaring at him. “Sorry, my bad. Didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Tell Ute to bring food to the room. I don’t feel like going out. There’s nothing to discuss, right?”

“That’s actually why I knocked on your door.”

Sam chose to wait for what Hugo wanted to say.

“Mr. Alfred has entered the outer area of this resort. He’ll be here in less than ten minutes for sure.”

“Let it be then. I want to know what he brings.”