The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 161: His Wicked Punishment

Isadora’s breath grew unstable, her shaky eyes on the cup, anticipating each drop, but it only made her anxiety skyrocket. She forced her eyes away but it didn’t stop the drip.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Her breath shuddered as a sob broke out, her mind altered by cold drops. The repetitive sensation was maddening, spiking alert and intensity.

"Don’t love away, love."

"I-I hate y-you," she choked, feeling the need to punch him.

Kraven chuckled. "I know love, but I need to teach you not to make that mistake again."

"I-I won’t," she sobbed, turning back to him with begging eyes but he didn’t stop the action until it felt like her body was about to break down.

The cold sting made her flinch each time, a pending dread that seeped into her bones and tipped her brain in waves, the mental discomfort worked her to the core.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Unable to take any more of his torture her body squirmed more, hands tugging more harshly against the ropes.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The drops felt heavier and sharper every minute, drilling into her skull fueling her need to break free.

"Do you feel fear, love? Or does your body feel the anxiety breaking you into two." He said as his other hand covered her breast, pinching the sensitive spot before slapping his palm against it.

Isadora gasped as a hot chill shot through her at the impact. Her body shuddered from heat.

"I should keep you like this for hours." His eyes gleamed at the mere idea. "Watching you go insane with each drip on your pretty forehead."

Slap!

"And when your mind is about to break... I’ll be here to jolt you awake with this."

Slap!

A moan broke from Isadora’s lips before she could stop it, she bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut in shame.

She was getting tortured by him and yet her body came alive in ways she couldn’t explain. Something was clearly very wrong with her.

It stung and her body was overcome by deep chills because he had yet to stop the torture but the twisted sensation pooling low into her stomach prompted her to rub her knees for a desirable friction.

Kraven mumbled a curse in Faetong, for the moment he heard his finest tunes, he lost it.

The drips stopped when he flung the cup, the clatter echoing through the air and pulling Isadora’s focus.

Kraven loosened the ropes but just enough so he could flip her body swiftly causing her breasts to press against the sheets.

She felt his grip tighten on her waist as he lifted her hips, pressing her upper body deeper into the sheets.

"I’m punishing you right now so you learn." He smacked her hard against her asscheeks, the impact was driven with force it caused her body to slump on the bed, a loud yelp of surprise escaped her too.

Kraven grabbed her hips again and angled it. "The seven gods know there are so many things I want to punish you for."

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Isadora bit her bottom lip so hard it drew blood just to keep from making any sound because she didn’t know which would come out, a scream or a moan. She didn’t trust her body to make any decisions for her anymore.

"You shiver every time my hand lands on you," Kraven mused as he dragged his fingers over the sting. "You like it, don’t you darling?"

Isadora’s eyes widened at his accusation. She struggled but his grip only tightened more.

Kraven broke into a hard laugh at her squirms.

"L-Let me go" Isadora found her voice, her hips shamelessly moved but she rubbed herself against his leathers.

Kraven leaned down to her, causing his bulge to press against her more, Isadora shivered at the constriction, biting her bottom lip.

Her body went rigid when his hand gripped her throat as he murmured to her ear. "Let you go?" he said in a dark tone. "When you say words like that you have to mean it, darling." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

He leaned away, squeezing her stinging ass, forcing a strangled sound from her.

"Discipline is a form of pleasure, darling, and I have so much to give."

Smack!

"In the end, I wonder."

Smack!

"Would you scream?"

Smack!

"Or beg for more?"

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

"You’re soaked already, my shameless little bunny."

Smack!

"Fuck! I want to tear through your skin."

Smack!

"The redness in your cheeks makes me crave more, just to see how much your body will break for me, I know you would be more beautiful."

Smack!

"This body?"

Smack!

"This skin?"

Smack!

"Every inch of you."

Smack!

"All mine!" He growled, pressing his bulge more into her like he wanted to tear through the confinements of his leathers and slide into her.

Just the thought forced a groan from him as he squeezed her cheeks more.

Isadora shook uncontrollably, her body trying to dilute the pain and pleasure but it felt like it would snap in two instead.

The tension in her muscles and bones, the heat scorching through her flesh.

Her body taunted when she felt the cold feel of his lips on her sore flesh, a pained groan escaping her as he trailed bizarre kisses through the red skin and squeezed them occasionally.

She was utterly ruined in ways she couldn’t understand and she couldn’t take anymore. He had bound her against his bed, tortured her with water, and then smacked her like a child.

Her brain hit a temporary freeze unable to process anything else. She didn’t know when he undid the ropes and raised her body to meet his chest.

Despite her vulnerable position Isadora seized the opportunity to grab the dagger pinned by the bed and aimed it at his throat.

Kraven chuckled deeply. "Too late for that, love, I’ve already taken what I wanted" He murmured to her lips. "Pain and pleasure. You were extraordinary as you took them both, you’re a masterpiece beyond words, my masterpiece."