Chapter 66: His Pet
With another crack of the whipping stick, the hit landed firmly on the other side of his chest, as if Soren’s motive was to even things out. Yes, maybe he did have a thing for perfection.
This time, it hit harder than Riven had expected it to be. He flinched at the sharp attack aimed at him. "Be a bit more gentle, will you?" He muttered as he hissed in pain. The burning sensation lingered.
If he could see, there would have been a red mark on his right pec which was in stark contrast to his fair skin.
Soren raised his eyebrow at Riven’s request. His grip tightened around the stick and aimed it at Riven again, this time he did not strike. He moved it upwards from Riven’s chest, lining his muscles gently. Soren took his own sweet time, he was in no rush. He enjoyed seeing Riven squirm under him.
A kind of fear he found attractive. The fact that Riven was worried about when the next hit would land already caused heat to pool in his abdomen.
Riven shivered again, he could not understand Soren, at first, he was hit but now he was tracing his body, seeing if he could break... And he was so close to begging him to just fuck him.
The wand moved gently along the contours of his body, it was almost ticklish. He had to fight back the urge to make a sound. Even then small whimpers escaped his mouth, he felt defeated. The damned blindfold made every touch even more sensitive. He was excited to see where this goes.
The stick reached the base of his throat and moved a bit further tracing the vein on his neck. It stayed on his Adam’s apple for a second before Soren spoke again, "Are you ordering me?"
Of course not! He could not order this man, and if he did, he would be seeking his own death! His voice already sounded dangerous, he was not going to risk it!