Chapter 161: Punishment And Plea
[Warning: Mature content ahead]
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Eve’s wide eyes widened in disbelief as the cool air licked across her now bare back, the last remnants of torn silk hanging loosely at her sides, leaving her only in her undergarments. She could feel his molten gaze devouring every inch of her exposed skin, like a predator savouring his prey.
"You..." she breathed, her voice trembling. "What did you just—"
The words died on her lips when she saw his expression, dangerously calm, as if ripping her gown apart had been the most natural thing in the world. Heat flooded her cheeks when his fingers traced down the curve of her spine, sending a shiver through her entire body.
He leaned in close to her ear and whispered darkly, "Shh...Didn’t I give you a chance to avoid the punishment? Yet you chose to defy me."
He brushed his lips against her ear before biting down gently. Eve hissed sharply at the sting, but her breath hitched again when his warm tongue traced slow circles over the spot he’d just bitten, soothing the ache, making goosebumps rise on her skin.
His hand travelled all the way to her plump buttcheeks, grabbing it with his large callous hand, and he gave it a firm squeeze.
"Mmh," a moan spilled from Evelyn’s lips.
Ivan rasped in that dangerously seductive tone of his, "What’s that, hmm? You do remember you’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment...don’t you, my Eve?"
His words slid over her skin like velvet, making her tremble. Eve bit down hard on her lip, fighting the moan threatening to escape, her eyes fluttering as she struggled to keep control.
His hands splayed over her round globe before she heard him click his tongue and move away from her. Ivan let his robe fall free, leaving only the low pajama pants clinging to his hips. He moved to settle behind her, his hands sliding around her waist before he effortlessly lifted her. His voice dropped to a firm, seductive command, "Get on your knees, baby."
Eve’s head snapped back over her shoulder as she stared at him in disbelief. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes daring her to argue, so he could remind her that, in the end, it was a punishment, and the one being punished didn’t get to choose. Eve already felt mortified to be in this position, and raising her back would only mean giving him an even clearer view. The candle burning dimly in the room flickered weakly, taking its last breath before being snuffed out.
Knowing that whatever she said at this point would be useless, she swallowed hard and finally moved to settle on her knees. With her hands bound, all she could do was bury her face in the pillow to hide herself.
Ivan, on the other hand, felt as if he were trapped in some erotic dream, watching her beautifully shaped body arch for him. Even in his darkened state, sweat tickled down his nape at the delectable sight before him.
He raised his hand and ran it along the curve of her back up to her neck, making her shiver under his burning touch. Then, he gathered her luscious, silken hair into his fist and gave it a gentle tug, pulling her face out of the pillow where she’d been hiding.
Bending his strong, bare upper body over her, he brought his face close to hers and rasped, "Are you ready?"
Eve’s face burned to the roots. She parted her lips, breathing unevenly, but no words came out. There was something so dark, so intoxicating in the way Ivan looked at her with that devastatingly handsome face that it left her breathless. When she didn’t reply, he leaned closer, tightening his grip on her hair. "Say it."
"Y-yes," she stammered.
He loosened his hold in response, brushing her hair to the other side so he could see her clearly. "Don’t hide," he murmured darkly. "Or you’ll be punished harder."
As he moved back, Eve in turn closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever he was about to do next. Settling himself on his knees behind her, he caressed her round peaches in gentle circles. He continued action thrice before lifting his hand. Smack! He had slapped right across her plump butt cheeks.
Eve jerked sharply at the contact and, for a moment, she forgot to react. Heat rushed to her face as she felt a different sensation when his warm, large hand returned to caress the expanse of the skin where he had just spanked, soothing the sting so lovingly, reminding her of the pleasure he had given her a few nights ago.
Just as she was beginning to relax, Ivan noticed it and raised his hand again, only to bring his palm in contact with her butt cheeks, harder this time.
Eve let out a sharp shriek as her body jerked again in response. The sound echoed through the otherwise silent room. She turned her head over her shoulder and glared at him through her glazed eyes. "Ivan!"
Ivan remained unfazed, and his hand met her skin again, caressing it in soothing circles, before another resounding slap landed across her buttcheeks.
Every time he struck across her buttcheek, harder than the last time, it zinged right into her core, making it weep more and more. It was only then that Eve realised there must be something terribly wrong with her mind, to be finding pleasure in being spanked like a child, when she should have felt humiliated.
After the third strike, Ivan bent down until his strong, heated body pressed against her bare back. Holding her chin, he turned her face toward him and asked in a strained voice, as if he were the one being punished instead, "Do you agree to promise me what I asked earlier?"
Eve’s chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm, her mind hazed, as her body trembled beneath him. Even as the sting of his touch burned across her skin, she refused to yield.
"No," she breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ivan’s molten eyes darkened to something almost feral. His tone dropped to a sinful murmur that made her pulse stutter, "I’ve given you far too many chances to obey, Eve. Now, you’ll learn what defiance truly costs."
Her pupils dilated, and her gaze momentarily slipped to his sinful lips. And she wanted nothing more for him to kiss her senseless, but just as she leaned forward, Ivan moved away. In one swift motion, he was back in his initial position, and the sound of another tear of fabric echoed in the room, causing her eyes to widen.
’Wait! What is happening now?’ she screamed inwardly when another strike landed on her smooth, pale skin, now marred red. She yelped, but this time, the soothing, gentle circles he usually granted after each strike didn’t come. Instead, his fingers found their way elsewhere. Her exposed womanhood.
Eve inhaled sharply when she felt his elegant fingers brush gently against her moist folds before he pressed her sensitive nub in a gentle circle. "Ohh.." A moan slipped through her lips as pleasure shot up between her legs, making her forget the sting of the strike. She bit her lip to keep her scandalous voice from slipping out.
Her legs threatened to give way, but Ivan’s other arm came around to hold her in place. Just as she felt the pleasure reaching to take her to that heaven once again, he pulled away, making her whine in protest. But the merciless devil behind her spanked her buttcheeks again, making her gasp in disbelief.
"Ivan, you devil!" she cursed, but he was relentless. He returned to pleasuring her after each strike. Just when she thought she was on the verge of release, he spanked her again and repeated the entire process five more times. By now, Eve had tried everything in her power to pull free from the belt binding her hands until she finally exhausted herself. Sweat glistened on her skin from the true torture he was putting her through, and all she could do was let out a shameful yelp each time his palm or fingers made contact with her skin.
Frustration welled up inside her from being denied release, and her eyes stung with unshed tears when his palm delivered the final strike, before he finally soothed the burning skin with slow, warm circles. By now, her entire body was trembling with unapologetic need.
Just when she thought she was on the verge of losing it, it seemed it was Ivan who lost his patience. He loomed behind her and, in one swift motion, flipped her over like a weightless doll to face him. Her expression was utterly undone....flushed skin, glistening eyes, and parted lips panting for air. Her hair sprawled messily across the pillow beneath her head, and with her hands still bound, it made her already full breasts spill out of her white, lacy bra. His darkened eyes traced every detail of her slowly before they drifted lower to her flat stomach, which rose and fell with her uneven breathing and finally landed on the place between her legs, which she kept hidden by pressing her thighs weakly together.
Eve could see it through her haze, how his eyes raked over her like she was a masterpiece, and she couldn’t help but feel even more aroused. Unable to take it any longer, she whispered in a trembling voice, "Ivan... pl-please..."
His molten red eyes, much darker than before, snapped to her as he leaned forward to hover over her. He grazed her lips with his thumb and asked in a low whisper, "Please, what?"
Leaning closer, he curled his hand around the nape of her neck possessively and pressed on, "Tell me, baby... tell me what you need."
"Please..." Her eyes pleaded with him as her voice shook with desperation. "Please end this torture..."
He remained silent, waiting for her to finish.
"I...I need you..." she finally breathed.
