UNDER HIS RULES

“Undo your top,” Sam commanded, right above Beatrice’s lips. Beatrice’s body seemed to move on its own upon hearing Sam’s voice. She didn’t object in the slightest. One by one, the fabric covering Beatrice’s body, though minimal, was stripped away, leaving only her pants and bra covering her intimate parts.

Beatrice purposely gathered her long hair to the right side, exposing her slender neck to Sam, who remained faithfully seated with ice cream in hand.

“Like this?”

Sam scanned Beatrice’s appearance today. He never found it boring whenever he looked at the curves of this beautiful girl’s body. He had explored her entire body before, but truly, the desire to wrestle with the owner of this body never ceased.

He took a spoonful of ice cream and slowly applied it to Beatrice’s neck. Beatrice’s faint moan could be heard, perhaps due to the cold sensation she felt. And with an incredibly slow movement, Sam licked every sticky and teasingly sweet fluid. Occasionally, he sucked a little harder on the spot-on Beatrice’s neck, where she seemed resigned to accepting all of Sam’s actions this time.

“Lie down,” Sam commanded, as his hand also removed the cover on Beatrice’s chest.

Beatrice immediately complied with what this man wanted. Although she felt a bit nervous because Sam still held the cup of ice cream. And it happened just as she expected. Sam applied… ugh! This time, the cold sensation that hit Beatrice’s nipples made her squirm uncomfortably.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Sam!”

“Patience, my dear,” Sam chuckled. He immediately placed the cup on the table. He eagerly lapped up the melted liquid while giving suction there. His other hand didn’t forget to squeeze gently but sensually. Beatrice didn’t know what to do anymore except to move restlessly. Fortunately, the canopy of the speedboat’s roof reached wide enough so they weren’t exposed to the scorching sun.

“Sweet,” Sam said, wiping the remaining ice cream from his lips. “Delicious?”

Beatrice’s chest rose and fell due to Sam’s earlier actions. Her breasts became more swollen because of the teasing kisses. Her desire was triggered just like that, merely from the tantalizing touch of the ice cream. Beatrice could only weakly close her eyes as she tried to regain her composure.

“Spread your legs.”

“Huh?”

Sam didn’t want to repeat himself. He immediately directed one of Beatrice’s legs towards the backrest of the sofa. The area that was only covered by a thin, sheer fabric was now wide open. “This is the part I like.”

Beatrice squinted in disbelief as Sam poured the remaining ice cream directly onto her womanhood. The cold, sticky, and uncomfortable sensation mixed together, churning her stomach mercilessly. It also stirred a desire that made her heart race even faster than before.

“Sam!” She tried to get up, but Sam held her down.

“Just enjoy it, Beatrice.” Sam grinned again.

Slowly, he leaned down and gave a kiss as a sign that he would start the play. He licked the melting ice cream that was dripping everywhere. Occasionally, he gave a bite, especially at the base of Beatrice’s thighs. The faint red marks he left the night before were still faintly visible.

“You’re such a temptation for me.” Sam roughly pulled away the wet covering fabric. How could he not? Besides the ice cream, it was also because Beatrice had shown her readiness to be fully aroused by Sam.

“Especially this one.” Just like before, where Sam’s tongue expertly licked the surface of Beatrice’s body covered in ice cream, his tongue moved slowly, wetting every side of Beatrice’s womanhood. It made the girl lift her buttocks slightly.

Perhaps because of the sensations Sam left there.

Beatrice’s head moved aimlessly; her eyes occasionally closed out of frustration. She couldn’t just lower her widely spread legs. Sam held her firmly, but even if he didn’t, Beatrice would willingly open herself wide for Sam.

“Oh!” Beatrice moaned loudly. “Sam!”

Sam didn’t care. He continued what he was doing, especially with his hand that intentionally pressed deeper. He felt how Beatrice’s womanhood responded to his touch.

“Kiss me,” Beatrice pleaded, breathless. Her chest rose and fell, trying to contain all the emotions Sam was giving her. In response to that request, Sam let go of his tongue play. He moved up, but his hand continued to wreak havoc down there.

He immediately captured Beatrice’s open lips. They sucked each other without giving in. Beatrice spread her legs wider. Sam’s hand continued to work below.

“That’s enough, Sam,” Beatrice said, slightly distancing herself from their recent kiss. “Don’t use your fingers anymore. I want you, Sam.”

A faint smirk appeared on Sam’s face. He quickly withdrew his fingers from Beatrice, causing her to let out a soft moan. She felt something flowing down there, but she didn’t pay much attention to it. She needed Sam’s presence, which would bring her even more pleasure.

Beatrice was certain that Sam couldn’t hold back for too long without entering her.

“I always fulfill your desires.” A soft click was heard as Sam quickly unbuttoned his pants. His arousal was already fully evident. Ready to engage once again. “Spread wider.”

Beatrice didn’t argue much. She positioned herself to be more comfortable in receiving Sam, who would make her eyes widen, as she always felt completely filled inside. Just like now.

“Ah!” she moaned as Sam entered her.

“You never disappoint me.” Sam himself briefly closed his eyes. “This time, I’ll be a bit rough.”

Beatrice furrowed her brow, but it was quickly erased by a gentle stroke from Sam. He continued his words. “I’m sure you’ll like it.”

All Beatrice could do was gently bite her lip. But that was only temporary because Sam didn’t allow her to hurt her lip like that. He immediately captured her lips as he thrust forcefully below. Beatrice felt the kiss was different from before. Rougher, but it made her want to match it. More hurried, but Beatrice didn’t want to lose in returning each of Sam’s kisses.

Perhaps the motorboat was also rocking due to their excessively wild movements. They were chasing pleasure that was like an addictive drug for both of them. Something they wanted to continuously enjoy without interruption. Just like now, which had changed positions countless times. Until finally, they shouted each other’s names. Covered in sweat, gasping for breath, but their smiles didn’t fade from their faces.

From a considerable distance, but still able to observe what was happening on the rocking speedboat, Hugo threw his binoculars.

“Damn it, boss!”