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.

He pushed her limits, pushed her past the pain, into a place where pain and pleasure melted into one strong, all-consuming feeling. He whipped her bottom hard, leaving clear, angry red marks, like a painting of her surrender.

"I’m... I’m going to... AHHHHH! OH GOD! PLEASE!" she shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized up. Her bottom clenched, shaking wildly under the whip’s constant attack, squeezing out fresh wetness that ran down her thighs.

He kept hitting her, pushing her through wave after wave of pain and pleasure until her body went limp against the bench, trembling, completely used up. He lowered the whip, letting it hang loosely from his hand. The air was thick with her scent and the faint, sharp smell of leather.

He dropped the whip to the floor with a soft thud. He moved forward, leaving the cold, hard whip behind for the warmth of her skin. He knelt behind her, reaching out, his hands resting on her lower back. Then, he slowly began to finger her, tracing the sensitive skin around her clit, then slipping one finger inside her. He felt her muscles tighten around him, still incredibly firm from her recent release. He worked his finger in, twisting, swirling, exploring deep inside her. Then, he added another, stretching her, filling her more. He moved them in and out, a slow, sensual rhythm, making her gasp and moan.

"Ahhh... yes! So good! Deeper... oh, God!" she cried out, her hips naturally pushing back against his hand, urging herself onto his fingers.

He pulled back a little, then plunged his fingers back in, finding her G-spot. He pressed it firmly, swirling his fingers around it. Her body stiffened, then arched, a deep, guttural moan coming from her throat. He kept up his slow, careful work, his fingers dancing inside her, exploring every sensitive part.

He leaned in, his mouth finding her clit. He started to lick, his tongue sweeping over her, tasting her, soaking up her essence. He sucked gently, pulling on her, making soft, whimpering sounds escape her lips. He teased, then soothed, building the tension, pushing her closer to the edge without quite letting her get there.

"Please... Eren... I can’t... I can’t take this..." she begged, her voice already starting to crack with raw pleasure. Her hands in his hair tightened, pulling him even closer, pressing her pussy harder against his mouth. He heard the soft squish of her wetness as his tongue worked.

He pushed her further, his tongue moving fast, driving her to the absolute limit. He sucked on her clit, a deep, pulling suction that made her cry out. He felt her wetness pouring over his face, warm and thick, mixing with the cool drops of water still on her skin. He tasted her, fully, completely.

"Yes! Oh, my God! AHHHHH!"

She shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized up around his tongue. A powerful, hot gush came from her, drenching his face, his hair, his mouth. It was thick, warm, and sweet, flooding his senses. She spasmed hard, her whole body arching and trembling, squeezing every last bit of pleasure from herself. He kept working her, without stopping, soaking up her every ripple until her body finally went limp in his arms, completely worn out, breathing in ragged gasps.

He stayed there for a moment, letting her warmth wash over him, tasting the salty sweetness of her release. He felt her breathe, slowly, deeply, as the shaking faded. After a long moment, he slowly lifted his head, his face wet and gleaming with her essence. He looked up at her, his eyes blazing, a smear of her wetness on his chin.

Jade looked down at him, her pale eyes half-closed, her lips swollen. A deep, happy smile was on her face. Her chest rose and fell fast, her body still humming from the aftershocks of pleasure. She took a moment, catching her breath, her eyes staying on his face, which now showed the marks of her pleasure