Alpha Razor King-Chapter 45: A Little Reminder.

**Isabella**

My lips parted, and then closed again. I had no words to say... I was already shaking all over.

"Did I stutter, Isabella? Why are you here instead of in the bedroom?" He asked in a stern voice.

"I didn’t... I..." Fuck, I’m so fucking doomed.

"It was all my fault, boss," Tara cut in, surprising me. What is she up to now? "I pleaded with her to see me."

"And why’s that?" He didn’t relent with his questions, but I was glad his attention was on Tara instead of me now.

"I wanted to apologize to Luna for my behavior the last time we met," she lied smoothly, and I must give it to her; she did it so effortlessly.

"And you both chose to speak in my fucking office?" He was amused. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"I actually wanted to drop these," she lifted the envelope up before placing it on the desk. "I’m so sorry for crossing the line, boss."

Thank the moon goddess for Tara; I could have folded under Razor’s gaze if not for her. I’m fucking glad I caught her and Chris; if not, she’d have sold me out to Razor.

"Alright, get out," he pointed outside.

"Yes, sir," Tara literally zoomed out of the office, leaving me alone with Razor.

He shut the door and focused his attention back on me. I quickly shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to do. Maybe he wanted me to welcome him.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I walked slowly and stood in front of Razor. He didn’t say anything, just stared blankly at me. Taking my chances, I went on tiptoes, threw my arms around his shoulders, and kissed him on his lips.

"Welcome back, sir," I managed, even though my heart was literally pounding inside my chest. I felt him draw a deep sigh before pulling me closer to him with his hand.

"Thank you, baby, but that’s not getting you off the hook."

My body began to shake as he pulled me along with him to the chair, depositing me over his lap.

"Please, please, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, sir," I begged in tears, wriggling on his legs, but his firm hand stopped me from getting up.

"Please, Razor."

"How dare you lie to me?" He smacked my ass, not too hard, but it still stung.

"I’m sorry," I cried silently as he continued raining smacks on my ass, adding to the soreness already present. "I wasn’t thinking straight."

"You don’t get to lie to me, no matter what, little pup!"

"Yes, sir," I wailed, trying to avoid the stinging slaps. "Please, no more."

"That was just a warm-up," he announced, pulling down the waistband of my sweats along with my panties. I felt the cool breeze brush against my hot ass for a few seconds before he brought his hand down again, this time with even more force.

"Noo," I cried, curling my feet in pain, but the sensation only multiplied. "Please, sir, have mercy on me."

"Will you do it again?" He emphasized each word with a hard swat, causing me to jerk in pain.

"No, no, I won’t... please, I swear," I pleaded, willing to promise him anything at that moment.

As his hands continued raining stinging smacks on my ass, I began to question if he was using just his hand, as the pain felt unbearable.

Finally, the spanking came to an end as I lay crying brokenly over his hard legs.

"Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, sir... I’ll never lie to you again," I promised him, truly meaning it at that point. I didn’t want another spanking.

"He began rubbing my ass slowly, causing me to moan aloud. ’’This was just a warning, child’s play. Next time, I’ll spank your little naughty bum until you’re actually begging for mercy.’"

I swallowed, nodding my head. "Yes, sir. I won’t do it again," my voice slurred when he squeezed particularly hard, the pain mixing with pleasure.

"You’re so wet from just my hand kneading your little sore bottom."

"Please..." I moaned, feeling my juices slip down my thighs.

"I’m going to play with it however I fucking want, and you’re going to stay still as I continuously bring you to the edge, begging for mercy over and over again to let you cum."

Fuck! His words almost sent me over the edge as I clenched my thighs together. He spanked my thighs, forcing them apart.

"Keep them open," he warned with a particularly tight squeeze.

"Please... sir, please..." I repeated over and over again as he played with me as he liked. I begged, moaned, and even cried, but my husband was not known for being merciful. He was hell-bent on teaching me a lesson.

"I can’t take it anymore, sir, please. I need to cum."

"You will not." I had to clench hard at my pelvic muscles to keep from going over the fucking edge. Who knew an ass massage could cause such titillating and torturous feelings?

Thankfully, he stopped and with a firm slap on my sore ass, he pulled my panties and sweats up before pulling me up to sit on his lap.

I was grateful that he had finally stopped, but a dull ache had settled below and was aching to be touched.

He smirked, using his palm to wipe my tear-stained cheeks. "Are you alright?"

Of course not!

"I... need, I need to cum so badly, sir, please," I pleaded, giving him my best puppy-dog eyes.

"No." One stern word made me squirm on his hard legs. He didn’t explain further, and I didn’t dare question him.

"Yes, sir," I replied, burying my head in exhaustion at the curve of his neck.

He rubbed his hands around my back. "I can’t wait for us to start welcoming our little pups. I want to build a family with you."

My breath caught at his words. This can’t be, carrying Razor’s pups. Never!

I need to escape from Razor soon!l