Chapter 185: Torture
Eren’s eyes followed Jade’s gaze to the stone table. The whip lay there, a stark contrast to the soft cushions and bright colours of the main room. A shiver, not of fear but of raw excitement, went through him. He knew what she wanted. This was the last step in their ritual, a dive into something deeper, a wilder kind of surrender.
He walked to the table, his movements slow and sure. His fingers wrapped around the cool, braided leather. It felt solid, powerful in his hand. He turned, the whip hanging from his grip, and met Jade’s eyes. They were wide, unblinking, shining in the dim light, a hungry fire deep inside them.
She turned slowly, gracefully, showing him her bottom. Her skin was still flushed from before, glistening softly. The red marks from his earlier slaps were still there, clear signs of how much she wanted this. She braced her hands against the cool stone of the bench, her back arching, her bottom lifting, offering itself to him without a second thought.
Eren lifted the whip, the leather making a soft swish in the air. He brought it down, not with all his might, but with a controlled, sharp crack against her left cheek.
Crack!
Jade cried out, a sharp, piercing sound that filled the quiet room. Her body jerked, a strong tremble going through her. She gasped, her breath catching.
"Ahhh! Oh, God!" she screamed, the sound raw and wild. The red mark from before got darker, and a thin, angry red line appeared beneath it.
He lifted the whip again, his arm moving smoothly. Crack! Crack! He hit her right cheek, then went back to the left, a steady, strong attack on her soft skin.
"Yes! Don’t stop! Harder! Eren! Please, harder!" she shrieked, her voice breaking with a desperate plea that was mixed with thrilling desire. Her hips pushed back, urging him to hit her again, to let out more of the amazing pain.
He gave her what she wanted, his hits becoming stronger, faster.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sound of the whip against her skin filled the room, a steady, wild beat. Her bottom, already marked, began to show angry red welts, crisscrossing patterns of his control. She cried out with each hit, a continuous wail that spoke of intense pain and deep pleasure. Her body trembled hard under each strike.
He kept going, his arm a blur of motion, driving her deeper and deeper into the torment. He felt the raw power rushing through him, the complete control he had over her. He watched her body twist and turn, her fingers digging into the stone bench, her head thrown back, hair flying around her face as she screamed his name over and over.