Alpha Razor King-Chapter 56: Sweet Suffering.

**Isabella*"

He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards an empty table. Then, roughly gripping my waist, his eyes smoldered fiercely.

"How dare you go out to a fucking club dressed like this?" I shook my head in fear as his fingers tore into the dress, completely ripping it from my body.

"Take off your undies and get on the fucking table!" He pointed to the table.

I looked over at the table fearfully, feeling my cheeks grow wet with tears, before taking off my bra and panties. My gaze lowered to the ground, unable to see the disappointment in his eyes.

"Get on the fucking table. I won’t repeat myself again!"

I slowly stepped backward, bending over the table while shaking hysterically. I was at a loss for what he was planning to do to me.

"Don’t move." He ordered before moving away from me. I tried to listen, to at least get an idea of what he was doing, but I heard only some shuffling sounds, probably him searching for something.

Oh, Moon Goddess, please save me.

Minutes later, he returned, taking both of my hands and cuffing them to the table separately. Shivers ran through me. I felt helpless, lost for words, and terrified, tears slipping onto the table.

He’s definitely going to spank me bare while restrained to the fucking table.

"What were you doing at that fucking club, Isabella?" He asked, this time his voice sounded low and not harsh. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

I deliberated if I should tell him the truth, but I knew it would only infuriate him more. "I... only wanted to party because I missed clubbing, that’s... all, I swear." I stuttered through tears.

"And Cain? Why was that bastard there?"

"I swear I don’t know... I was surprised to also... see him there." I lied, hoping to save Cain’s life at least.

"Fine then." He began with a really hard swat that almost made me go crazy.

"Please... no, sir...." I broke into tears instantly, legs trembling as I struggled to get off the table to no avail.

It was just one smack, and it hurt so badly. I didn’t even know what instrument he was using to spank me.

Twarck! Another hard swing landed at the center of my ass, the pain registering before I let out a scream. On and on, the smacks kept on coming, and I could only stay and take it because I was given no choice.

"Please, sir, have mercy...." My voice had become raspy from too much crying, too much wailing, and pleading, but they all fell on deaf ears.

I swear, he must have gone past 100 strokes, and kept on going and going until I gave up counting, my brain not able to register anything except pain... more pain, and nothing but pain.

Finally, he stopped, but it didn’t do much because my ass felt like hot wax had been poured on it.

Also, unlike before, he didn’t ask me if I’d learned any lessons. Instead, he released me from the table and carried me to the bed.

I wailed even harder when my sore ass connected with the bed, but Razor wasn’t bothered at all. He simply brought more handcuffs from the table and began cuffing me. First, he pulled my legs apart and cuffed my left leg to my right hand, before doing the same to my right hand and leg.

I felt vulnerable, exposed, and well spanked, but he wasn’t yet satisfied.

My heart began to pound as he left the bedside and came back with a blindfold, covering my eyes with it.

"Sir, please... I’m sorry... Please have mercy." I began to wail hysterically, feeling trapped and in trouble.

He didn’t say anything, which made me even more scared. The next thing I knew, I felt a material being tied over my mouth to gag and muffle my screams. Now I couldn’t see anything, and I couldn’t even beg for mercy.

I waited in fear for several minutes in silence, wondering what he was doing or planning. My legs were now aching, but they weren’t the only body parts in pain. My body was also aching to be touched so badly that I felt hot juices gush out of me.

I hated the fact that being chained up in such a degrading manner aroused me. Razor returned, placing something... like a vibrator inside my wet cunt, before turning it on almost to the highest level. I felt my whole body vibrate with so much force that I could barely handle it.

"It’s too much, sir, please... no... you can’t do this to me.." I tried to tell him, but all that came out were muffled sounds.

He didn’t say anything, but reduced the vibrator thankfully. However, I began to regret it a moment later. The vibrator was set to bring and keep me on the edge without allowing me to cum. I was so screwed.

I tried to beg for mercy, to move my body, but to no avail as the torturous and sweet sensation took over my body, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through me.

"You’re going to remain like this until I return. If you manage to remove the vibrator, I’ll make you pay." His cold voice warned, causing tears to stream down my cheeks. "Enjoy yourself, and I’ll see you much later."

"No, please, don’t leave me here... I won’t do it again... please...."

He began to walk away as I struggled on the bed, trying to beg him to show mercy, but he didn’t acknowledge me. I sighed in frustration when I heard the door shut, indicating that he had left.

I was alone on the bed, unable to see or scream out loud, my whole body aching, chained like a turkey on display, with a vibrator buried inside me, bringing me to the edge repeatedly without letting me actually climax.

It was a freaking nightmare, and all I could do was cry and pray that the Moon Goddess would grant me mercy from my cruel husband.