UNDER HIS RULES

“Hey,” Beatrice called out cautiously, walking carefully. The speedboat they were on swayed gently with the motion of the ocean. Despite the calmness, it still felt a bit terrifying to Beatrice. However, it didn’t diminish her excitement as Sam invited her to enjoy the vastness of the sea compared to the beach.

“Hmm,” Sam replied, glancing briefly. He leaned comfortably against one side of the sofa at the back of his motorboat. The morning sun accompanied them, and it felt comfortable against Sam’s skin. Wearing sunglasses, a loose and comfortable shirt, and black shorts, Sam looked much more relaxed than usual.

“Here’s your order.” Beatrice also sat beside Sam, lowering her wide-brimmed hat to block the heat. Her cropped top hugged her upper body perfectly. Wrapped in a beach wrap casually tied around her super short shorts, Beatrice felt comfortable in her outfit. Besides, there was no one else on the boat, so she felt it was fine to dress minimally in front of Sam.

After all, Sam didn’t object when she stepped out of the campervan.

Sam took off his sunglasses. “Do you want to go fishing?” He reached for the bottle that Beatrice brought. There was only one glass available, but it didn’t bother Sam. He also prohibited Beatrice from drinking what was now in front of them.

“What’s fun about fishing?” Beatrice leaned comfortably against the soft sofa beside Sam.

“Building patience.”

“Are You patient, though?” Beatrice laughed at the remark made by the man who was enjoying his drink.

“Are you daring to laugh at me?” Sam approached, pinching Beatrice’s chin playfully. It made her burst into laughter, which made Sam close the distance between them. He gave her a small kiss to silence her. Unfortunately, the girl’s hand wrapped perfectly around his neck.

Not wanting to lose in terms of kissing and exploring each other. Until eventually, Beatrice unraveled their activity of exchanging saliva a bit. Their foreheads met each other.

“I’m most human when it’s just the two of us.”

Sam just grinned. “I’ll teach you how to fish this time.” He gave her a quick peck on the forehead and walked over to get the fishing gear that was always in the corner of the boat. “Or do you want to go snorkeling?”

Beatrice shook her head quickly. “I can’t do that. I can only swim.”

Sam scoffed. “Come on.”

Beatrice reluctantly approached. She listened carefully to what Sam told her about the fishing gear. In her opinion, the equipment was heavy, and the activity seemed boring. But seeing the sparkle of enthusiasm in Sam’s eyes, Beatrice didn’t mind as long as she was by Sam’s side. If possible… forever.

She didn’t know what would happen if she wasn’t with Sam anymore. Everything she had was already given. She also felt like she was living as an orphan. Her father? No need to discuss or ask about him! He had no responsibility and felt liberated at all.

Beatrice had never heard her father searching for her. Hmph! Beatrice was sure Wayne would never do that.

She had spent two days with Sam. Sometimes, by the time the sun was scorching, she would only come out of the campervan parked by the beach. Preparing delayed meals because Sam didn’t let her escape his embrace. Or simply lying together without many words. Just watching the TV series that Sam liked. Although Beatrice didn’t understand it much, leaning against Sam’s chest as time passed was enough for her.

“You have to throw it with force, like this,” Sam said patiently. “Like this.”

He demonstrated once again the easiest way for Beatrice to understand. “It’s easy, right?”

“It’s easy for you, but it’s heavy for me,” Beatrice complained. “So, I just hold it until I get a catch?”

Sam burst into laughter. “Put it here. Just leave it until the fish bites the bait.”

“Do I have to wait long?”

“It depends on how attractive the bait was.”

Beatrice nodded as if she understood. Her eyes gazed at the vast ocean, so clear and blue, with the bright sky today. The beauty of nature made her want to spend more time there. Sometimes, at night, when she unintentionally woke up, she could see the moon much clearer than usual.

“Sam!” Beatrice squealed in surprise as Sam’s hand suddenly wrapped around her stomach.

“What were you daydreaming about?” Sam rested his head on Beatrice’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of the girl he desired most in his life. He began to remove the fabric that covered Beatrice’s lower body. Once the fabric was removed, his hands, uncontrollably, began to caress Beatrice’s exposed thigh.

“There’s none.” Beatrice chose to lean her back against Sam, gently stroking the man’s hair next to her. She could feel the dampness on the nape of his neck due to Sam’s actions.

“I feel like having ice cream,” Sam said.

“Huh?” Beatrice looked surprised.

“I’ll get it really quick.”

Sam… the rough man she used to curse. The one who acted according to his own whims, including when it came to her life now. The one who didn’t like to hear any objections from her lips. But for some reason, her heart was convinced that Sam was different.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

So whatever Sam did to her now, Beatrice fulfilled.

Especially when Sam no longer forced himself on her. He prioritized her comfort, including providing protection that seemed anything but trivial to Beatrice. Now she was looking at his broad back as he approached the other side of the boat to get what he suddenly wanted. Beatrice still didn’t understand what Sam’s current desire was.

“Do you like it?” Sam asked, extending a small container filled with vanilla ice cream to Beatrice.

“I like it.” Beatrice smiled. She followed Sam, who had already sat on the sofa. From the corner of her eye, she could see how much he was enjoying his ice cream.

“I want to enjoy this refreshing ice cream in a different way.”

“What do you mean?” Beatrice took another spoonful of her ice cream. Unexpectedly, Sam quickly snatched the portion that had just entered her mouth. He savored it slowly, sharing the sweet taste while occasionally caressing Beatrice’s lips tenderly.

As the sweetness diminished, Sam withdrew his kiss. “Again.”

This made Beatrice smile faintly. She deliberately took a larger portion with her spoon. She teasingly used the tip of her tongue to tempt Sam, who didn’t hesitate to shower Beatrice with a kiss, this time long enough to make Beatrice run out of oxygen. And once again, Sam’s nibbles on Beatrice’s lower lip felt different.

Accompanied by a small bite.

“Ouch,” Beatrice complained softly.

Instead of responding, Sam took Beatrice’s cup of ice cream. He gently wiped the spoon, which was coated with ice cream, on the exact spot-on Beatrice’s lips that he had bitten earlier. The cold sensation that ran across Beatrice’s lips made her groan involuntarily. The girl closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation provided by the ice cream and the way Sam was pampering her now.