Alpha Razor King-Chapter 84: Forgiveness.

**Isabella**

"So tell me, Isabella, what happened? Why did you decide to be stupid, tonight of all nights?" he asked calmly, folding his sleeves.

"I...I..." I stuttered, not even sure how to answer the question.

"Do you want another slap?" he raised his brow at me.

"No, sir," I shook my head vigorously, rubbing my cheek.

"Then start talking."

"I...just...I wanted your attention, sir," I choked out, unable to keep my tears at bay anymore. "I wanted to know and see...if you care about me anymore."

His forehead crumpled in a frown. "All this was to get my attention?" His voice was hard, making my fingers tremble. "You did this on purpose to rile me up. Is that what you’re fucking saying right now, Isabella?"

"I...had no other choice," I cried. "You wouldn’t even glance my way."

"And that made you leave our son at home and go to a club dressed like this!"

"I...I’m sorry..."

"Shut the fuck up! Do you remember the last time you were at a club without my permission?" he asked firmly.

"Yes, sir," I breathed, my heartbeat rising rapidly. "I...please..."

"Strip!"

"Razor, please," I begged. I knew I wanted his attention, but I wasn’t really prepared for a spanking. I could never be prepared for that.

"If I have to do it myself!"

I stood up on my feet and with shaky fingers started undressing slowly.

I wrapped my arm across my chest and the other below my waist. It’s been a year since he last saw me naked so it felt weird standing in front of him.

"Drop them now!" He snapped, his tone cutting through the air. My hands quickly fell to my sides.

His eyes traveled from my head to my belly before settling below my waist. My cheeks heated up instantly, and I had to lower my gaze to the floor, unable to hold his gaze.

"Come here," he ordered curtly.

"Razor, please... I’m sorry... Let’s talk," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper, hoping that he would listen.

"I can see you’ve grown wings, Isabella," he remarked, his tone icy and distant.

"But it’s not my fault... If only you hadn’t neglected me..." I voiced out, tears welling up in my eyes.

His eyes darkened dangerously, and for a moment, I feared what he might do. "So you’re saying it’s my fault?" he questioned.

"Yes," I squared my shoulders and raised my chin up defiantly, determined to speak my mind. "I begged you to talk to me, to forgive me, but you refused. You shut me out, Razor. You left me alone in the dark, wondering what to do, wondering why you wouldn’t even look at me."

"Isabella!" he warned.

"No... listen to me, Razor," I shook my head. "You promised my parents to take care of me, and now that they’re gone, you don’t care anymore."

"You left, remember," he said. "You left because you wanted to, and I let you do as you wished."

"But I came back..." I muttered under my breath.

"Because you were in trouble," he said dryly. "You needed my help."

"Razor, I..." I started.

"Shut up, Isabella," he cut me off. "I let you do as you please, without interference, for a year, thinking that maybe you’re a big girl now... but coming back here, this is what you’ve resorted to."

"I... was fucking desperate..." I cried.

"That’s not an excuse. And you’re right, your parents asked me to take care of you, especially your dad, seeing as you can be quite irresponsible. Maybe I should start treating you like the little girl you’re acting as."

He took steps forward, and my legs moved backward on their own. "No, wait, please... I’m sorry..." I cried, placing a hand in front of me to stop him.

He ignored my pleas, grabbed my arm, and dragged me to the bed.

"Bend over," he commanded coldly.

Resigning to my fate, I rested my body on the bed, raising my ass up.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him move to the closet area, followed by some rustling sounds before he returned with a belt in his hand.

Fear gripped me, causing me to get up from the bed, but he pushed me back onto the bed, pinning me down with his hand. Before I knew it, the first smack of the belt connected with my ass. I let out a scream, kicking my feet in the process.

It hurt more than the last time I remembered.

The stinging smacks kept coming, hard and fast. I burst out in tears, unable to bear it.

"Please... stop... I’m sorry, sir. I’ve learned my lesson," I begged desperately, but he was relentless.

In the next few minutes, my whole body was on fire from the smacks. I tried to break free, to avoid the brutal strokes, but I couldn’t. Every inch of my back felt the sting of the belt.

He paused, resting the belt on my naked ass. "Why are you getting spanked, Isabella?"

"Because... I... my mind was fuzzy, so I struggled to speak. A hard swat landed on my ass, reminding me to speak. "No... please wait... I went to the club without permission," I choked out.

Another smack. "And?"

"I left our son at home... please..."

"And?" Smack.

"I dressed up indecently."

"And?"

"I... I... I." I tried to come up with an answer, but I couldn’t think of anything.

"I’ll keep going until you remember," he stated, and began smacking me in quick succession.

I bucked my back, wailing at the top of my voice as I tried to find the right answer.

"I cursed... I cursed. I’m sorry, sir..."

"And?" He didn’t stop the smacks, pain exploding all over my body.

I didn’t know what he wanted me to say anymore. I begged and pleaded for over a minute until I started screaming out random things.

"I disobeyed you..." I cried. "I disrespected you... I’m sorry, sir."

"And you also disrespected yourself," he said in a lazy tone, giving me a particularly harsh swat below my thighs.

I screamed, my body wracked with pain. "No more, please, sir... sir... please. I’ve learned my lesson... please."

How could I be so stupid to mess up this way. I must have momentarily forgotten who I was messing with.

"I’ll be the one to determine when this ends and when you’ve had enough," he made his point known with more smacks. "And right now, I say you haven’t. What you need is a very long and hard spanking."

"No... please have mercy." My heart fell at his words. He wasn’t stopping anytime soon!

In the course of the next few minutes, I cried, wailed, sobbed, and begged for someone, anyone, to save me, but none came. I was at his mercy. It was as if each painful crack of the belt was teaching me again, teaching me to fear and submit to my husband.

"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked roughly, and I didn’t even wait for the words to leave his lips fully.

"Yes, sir... I’ll behave... have mercy."

"Good girl... if I catch you misbehaving again, I’ll make this seem like a love tap."

"Yes, sir," I sobbed... "please have mercy."

He threw the belt on the floor, grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I instantly threw myself at him, burying my head on his chest.

"I’m so sorry, please forgive me," I kept on repeating over and over, hoping that he’d just hold me.

He didn’t make any move for a few seconds, then his arms wrapped around me tightly.

I breathed a relieved sigh; gosh, it felt so good.

"I’m so sorry."

"It’s alright," he rubbed my back gently. "I forgive you."

"Really?" I sniffed, raising my head to meet his gaze.

He shook his head slightly. "Yes, so stop crying."

I smiled when he lifted me up and placed me on the bed. He got in also, and without waiting for him to settle, I wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my head on his chest.

"I missed you so much."

He laughed. "You’ve changed, Isabella. You’re usually not like this after a punishment."

"I... just.." I didn’t know what to reply. I’m sorry, sir."

"It’s alright. I’m not angry at you anymore."

"Thank you," I sobbed into his chest. "Thank you for forgiving me. I thought you hated me now."

"I don’t hate you, my little wife," he smiled, pecking my forehead. "I can never hate you. But you try my patience one too often."

"I won’t do it again, sir."

"I hope so, because I’m beginning to wonder if you like getting spanked."

"I don’t," I pouted. "I’m just so sorry for leaving and running away... I don’t want to ever leave you again."

His eyes narrowed slightly, obviously surprised by my confession. He probably thought I’d lost my mind.

"I... I love you, Razor." I spoke the magic words before I could even stop myself.

Razor’s eyes grew wide with confusion, probably lost for words.

I traced my fingers down his temple. "You don’t have to reply now; I’ll wait for you."

And I will! I’ll do anything to hear those words from you again.