Alpha Razor King-Chapter 28: Sensual Punishment.

**Isabella**

"I’m so sorry," I hurriedly apologized, my heart already beating hard with anxiety.

He grasped my chin in a vice grip, forcing me to meet his cold eyes. His lips came on me again, and this time it wasn’t anything gentle but a hard and punishing kiss. I struggled to keep up, flinching when his teeth bit my tongue, demanding entrance. I let him in. His kisses, masterful and demanding, traveled down my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Simultaneously, his fingers came down on my jacket, unzipping it. Next to come off were my tracksuit pants, leaving me in just my panties and bra. He stood and carried me to the bed, depositing me there before climbing on top of me. I tried to at least relieve some pain in my bottom, but he pushed me back gently with his hand.

"Stay," he ordered before nibbling on my neck with his lips.

My hands came up to his shirt to unbutton it, but he swatted them away, causing my brows to knit together in confusion.

What the heck was he up to?

His fingers undid my bra and removed my panties, flinging it to the floor. Immediately, the cool breeze brushed on my exposed cunt, causing a sweet sensation to erupt all over me. His mesmerizing eyes devoured every inch of my body like a conqueror, making my core fucking ache with desire. Why the heck was he just staring at me? I need him inside of me now.

"Ahhh...,’’ a moan escaped my lips as he inserted two fingers inside my cunt and began pumping in and out.

"So wet for me, my little pup. Too bad. Time for your second punishment," he husked as his wandering lips settled on my left nipple, sending my whole body into a wave of pleasure.

"Ahh, please," over and over I pleaded as he brought me close to the edge, purposely withholding my release.

"Please, ..please sir.... I need to cum," I blabbed the words, unable to think straight. I just wanted to fucking cum!

"No!" One word, so masterful and demanding, almost sent me over the edge, but he withdrew one finger, pinning me with a hard glare.

"Hold it!"

"Yes sir," I whimpered, giving him my best puppy eyes.

At this point, I wanted nothing but to please him, to fall on my knees and submit to every one of his desires. I silently berated myself for being so fucking weak.

He returned to his work, lips sucking and molding my nipples while busy fingers pumped in and out of my wet and slippery cunt, igniting my whole body on fire. And still I didn’t dare cum without his fucking permission.

"Please sir..." my legs trembled tiredly, perspiration forming around my forehead, tears streaking down my cheeks, pleading for permission to fucking have an orgasm.

But it never came. Razor King was indeed as cruel as the devil, and I didn’t dare disobey him. I had no other choice but to lie on the damn bed and take this fucking punishment until he was certain I’ve learnt my lesson.

Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door, and instantly Razor lifted his lips from my nipple but his fingers stayed in place, making my eyes roll inside at the back of my head.

"Who is that?" he asked, still pumping in and out from my core.

My lips pressed together tightly, trying to muffle the loud moan that threatened to get out, blurry eyes peering at him pleadingly.

"It’s Felicia, boss. There is a little problem."

"What is it?"

"It’s Cross. He’s gotten into a huge altercation with Tara, and he has refused to let her go."

Razor sighed, finally withdrawing his fingers from inside me. I let out a watery sigh, breathing easy as the torture finally ended. But my relief was short-lived, for a dulll ache had fucking settled in my core. I still needed to cum badly, fuck!

"I’ll be there shortly, Felicia," he said before meeting my gaze, instantly causing my lashes to flutter nervously. "I would have loved to chain you to the bed and show you who you belong to, but maybe not today," he growled under his breath.

My eyes grew wide like saucers, fear coursing through my whole being. I fucking didn’t want to be chained to the bed. I hope he never does that.

"Open wide," he ordered, pointing at my lips.

I complied immediately, parting my lips wide. He inserted his fingers into them, and instantly I tasted my own salty juice.

"Lick it clean."

My head bobbed up and down slowly, making sure to do just that. Afterwards, he got out of bed, striding towards the bathroom to clean up, I guess. After a few seconds, he came out and headed towards the door. "I’ll be back. Don’t leave the room," he ordered briskly.

"Yes sir," the words rolled out freely from my lips, surprising me a little.

"And you’re not allowed to touch yourself."

My eyes widened, and I suppressed the urge to protest. "Yes sir."

Immediately he left, I let out the breath I had been holding. I raked a hand over my hair, trying to grasp my fucking situation. Why does it feel like I love being controlled by Razor sometimes?

"No no, that’s impossible," I muttered, kicking the air. "It was probably just in bed maybe. But I’ve always loved being the one in control while fucking."

I collapsed in bed, tired of my fucking life. I was angry, frustrated with my life, and worst of all, I needed to fucking cum. I pressed my thighs together, trying to find some relief, but nothing freaking happened. I deliberated if I should just get off, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I swear, Razor would know somehow. He’s so fucking cruel, he wanted me to remain a needy mess.

This is frustrating, fuck! I really need to get out of here. I was Razor’s fucking slave at this point.

Suddenly my phone’s ringing tone echoed aloud. I reached for the headboard and grabbed the phone, glancing at the screen.

I picked up the call, placing the phone to my ear. "Fucking finally! I’ve been expecting your call, Ian. I can finally get out of here."