Another handful of weeks had passed.
- ¡I have it!- Samuel shouted, happily, from the living room- ¡Yes!
Edna, washing herself in the upstairs, laughed to herself when she Heard him. Also she heard him climb the stairs, but she still got scared when he ran the shower curtain abruptly.
- ¡God!- She jumped, but she laughed again.
- ¡I found it!- He got into the shower, with water falling over, still dress, hugging her.
- ¿¡What are you doing!?- She laughed loudly- ¡Samy! ¡We're going to fall!
- I found it…- He kissed passionately her tattoo completely healed, leaning against the wall and pushing her against the tiles- Sweetie... ¡Mmmm!
- ¡Stop! ¡That wall is cold! ¡Sam!
He did not separated her from the surface, on the contrary, he squeezed harder.
- My princess…- He bit gently- Mmmmm... My Queen...
She laughed inside. That was a keyword. He only called her "My Queen" when he needed something specific. It had happened several times, when Samuel was too possessed by lust, that forced her to use the safe word to stop him. And they had discovered that the only way to satisfy him without being almost painful for her, It was with a certain role. The only way of controlling him, was becoming dominant, becoming his queen, establishing exactly what to do. And when he said it, only it meant something.
- I said that this wall is cold- She grabbed him firmly by his hair and she pulled gently- Pet.
Samuel growled, smiling, slowly moving away, only a little.
- ¿Have you forgotten who I am?- She told him near his mouth.
- My Queen…- He growled.
- You interrupted my shower, you have made your clothes wet, you have made the soil wet- She pulled gently- Bad Dog.
- Sorry my Queen- He murmured softly.
- You do not deserve those clothes. Take them off.
Shaareim released him and while he undressed, she placed a towel on the floor, near the shower.
- On your knees- She ordered- I'll dry. And you don't look.
Samuel knelt on the towel. Obviously she never would him kneel on the cold floor. They were playing a role, but always attentive to care for each other.
Even so, occasionally, he rise his eyes, just only to she scolded him pulling his hair. Something totally on purpose. In his state, he inflamed with lust when he felt a little hurt.
- Standing- She ordered, shortly after.
Barely Drake was up in she held him from his penis, as if it were a handle, and she pulled him, leading him to the bed. Next to the furniture, she forced him to kneel again and she approached a lot.
- You can kiss my stomach- Edna allowed.
- Yes my Queen- He started kissing her skin deeply, caressing her legs.
- I said kiss me- She threw his hair, hearing him grunting- I will not let you use your hands.
- Sorry my Queen- He put his hands behind his back, before continuing kissing her.
- Very good- She caressed his neck- Just like that… Good dog… ¿You know what happens to the good dogs?
- They have prize- He muttered, as licked her.
- Very good- She took him by the chin, then put a finger in his mouth- No bite me... ¿Do you want me to bite you?
He groaned loudly, barely touching her finger with his teeth, while he is breathing deeply. Drake loved her bite him.
- Go- Edna patted his cheek.
Samuel walked swiftly to the bed and he sat on the edge, with his feet on the ground, watching her. She took her time to walk toward him, seeing him, climbing into bed, approaching from behind.
- Pet- She whispered in his ear, seeing him tremble- ¿Do you remember your safe word?
- Coin… Coin…- He groaned.
- Quiet my pet- She caressed his stomach and his scars- I still do not bit you. And it can be a long time until I decide to do. ¿You really want to?
- Yes my Queen- He growled.
- Tell me who you are- Edna imperceptibly bit his earlobe.
- I'm your pet- He groaned, desperate- You good dog...
The woman bit his neck even before he finished speaking. She heard him grunting loudly. She knew what she could bite and where, to not hurt him. Automatically she used his right hand to masturbate his cock, totally hard and take his hair with her left hand, as she pulled.
- Yell- She ordered, close, with both hands full- Yell dog.
- ¡Queen! Aggghh! Fuck!- He shuddered with pleasure, moving his head to feel a little more pain- ¡More!
- ¡Come on!- Edna bit him on the neck base.
- ¡Oh Fuck! ¡Yes! ¡Almost…!
Very little lasted him in her hands. He was screaming at length in seconds.
- ¡Watch this!- She showed her dirty hand- ¡Look what you did! ¡Bad Dog!
- I am sorry…- He groaned, slightly tired- Sorry my Queen.
- Dirty Dog- She wiped her hand on her husband's chest- You don't last anything.
- I love my Queen so much- He muttered, watching her eyes.
- Yes, I realice that- She died of tenderness inside, but she followed the game- ¿What happens to the bad dogs?
- They are punished my Queen.
- Exactly- She pulled his hair, hearing him grunting- You've been a bad dog, I will not bite you.
- I am sorry…
- ¿I'm sorry, what?- She went back to throw, seeing his penis get hard again.
- My Queen- He complained- My Queen.
- ¿Pet want say something?
- Stronger my Queen... I want more pain...- He looked at her- Please my Queen.
- Bad Dog- She pulled again, harder- Now you will satisfy your Queen,and you will do well.
- Yes my Queen.
Edna released him, with slight abruptness, to get on all fours on the bed.
- Pet- She called- Attack.
Samuel immediately left his position, to penetrate her hard from behind, desperate, taking her by the waist.
- Yes… Yes…- She whimpered- Right there… Good dog... Oh... fuck...
To the woman she loved that desperate strength he was carrying, and soon he began to catapult her into ecstasy.
- Samy...- She whimpered- I… almost…
That was what Samuel wanted, ultimately. That his wife was so full of passion to forget the roles and calling by his name again. That was success. And that was the kick that both yell for the last time.
And about an hour later, both were finishing recover, cuddled.
- Samy- She spoke at last, on his chest- ¿What did you find?
- ¡Oh! ¡True!- He reminded- It is that I know where to spend our honeymoon.
Edna laughed loudly. Only to him could happen become so maddened by something like this.